The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1915-04-05

uttered all his dreams? What philan-
thropist ever realized all his reforms?
What statesman ever overlook his
ideals?
Dying at eighty, Humboldt was stu
Ian eager student. Feeling that he had
just begun to learn how TO study, the
great naturalist exclaimed, oh for an
other hundred years
But what If there Is another HE!
The canvas Raphael painted has en-
dured for three centuries. But has
God ordained that the canvas shall
be preserved while the artist has fal-
len into dust? Is the leaf to live
while the tree dies? Reason and con-
science whisper, 1t can not be. II
thoughts live, the thinker cannot die
To suppose that death ends all is an
intellectual absurdity. Because God
lives. His children shall live also.
Moreover, the withheld competitions OF
! life ask for Immortality.
Wrecks on Lies Road.
Life Is full OF wrecks and failures.
The march of the generations is like
the march Of an army that Is accomp-
anted with heavy losses. In each
great campaign some soldiers fall by
the way, overcome by heat, some fall
through hunger and exhaustion, and
wounded ones are ever dropping out
of the column. to die In the thicket,
unmissed and uncared for. Myriads
there are who end their lives, having
reared no house, fashioned no tool,
bridged no chasm, written no book
lent no indictments to virtue. They
we're born, they ate, they dted-this Is
their history.
some end their career wholly un-
recognized by those who walk through
life beside them. As in the western
prairies men plow and plant and har-
vest over veins Of coal lying hidden
and unsupported; as in the western
mountains men build their cabins over
hidden veins of fabulous wealth, were
they only discovered, so some men
complete life and fall in death, never
knowing, never dreaming that talent
and skill were laten in them, like I'M
digged treasure. Men go toward
death stored with latent forces and fac
ulties, just as our winter-bound earth
goes toward May stored with myriad
germs and seeds. waiting for summer
to unlock and send forth to bud and
blossom and fruitage. If then death
ends all, life Is robbed Of its dignity
and deeper meanings.
| Man spends seventy years toil1ng
upon his industries, his arts. his
books, his friendships. Each achieve
ment in character is. a victory after a
fierce battle No wisdom comes I'M
asked, no virtue stays unurged.
! Character in man is like beauty in
1.-THE statue, tasks for infinite pains.
Good men cannot abide the thought
that, dying, they will be unwelcomed
and unknown when they enter the
ipresence OF the patriots and heroes,
the brave and true and great Of yester-
day. Dignity and honor can hardly
ATTACH to him who journeys forward
howard q black hole in the ground.
immortal Realm Adds Meaning.
4 1--WE joyfully confess there is more
happiness in virtue than in vice, In
lculture than In ignorance. But II man
builds house just in time to die ano
have ones body carried out OF It.; II
The gives himself to unceasing study
to find that three score and ten years
laval only for gathering single hand
lful Of flowers from each garden, q
single cluster from each of earth
many vineyards: If he POUNDS bust
ness only to discover that the outlay
of strength means that the business
must pass to other hands; If he loves
and is loved, only to find the dear ones
must be torn from his arms, II that IS
iall, is man more than the insect OF
an afternoon? Has LIES game been
worth the candle? 1t is the immortal
realm that lends life its exalted mean
ing.
To-day science Is inviting with faith
to strengthen the argument for i'm
mortality. Gone forever the age when
science denies the future life. Call
the roll Of the chemists, and biologists
Iof Germany and England, and almost
without an exception they are on rec
ord as teaching that death does not
end all. The preparation Of this vast
world house, its adornment and furn
fishing by millions Of years of prepare
tory work; the development under
divine guidance Of mans intellectual
and spiritual forces, to the end only
that man may live an average of only
thirty and three years, turns the uni
verse into q riddle without any mean
ing. Has the world architect and
artist toiled for nothing? Is man
a bubble that bursts, and a vision that
Ifades?' A thousand times nay; an
srers John Fisk. Nature has ceased