Putnam County herald. (Cookeville, Tenn.) 1903-1922, 1916-01-06

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My days are in the yellow leaf,
The flowers and fruits Of love are gone
The worm, the canker, and the grief.
Are mine alone"
Tennyson strikes different chord II
the following lines:
Ring out the old, ring In the new,
Ring happy bells across the snow
The year is going, let him go,
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells. and let him die.
Ring out false pride in place and blood
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be-"
And like St. Paul urges us to seek the
goal and strive for the higher life that
is promised all who persevere and are
not hindered by the ghosts Of past
failures and buried opportunities.
A veteran of the Civil War tells the
story that when Pickett's line made
that charge at Gettysburg, which is
destined to be long remembered, Brig
adler General Armisted had actually
broken and passed the Federal line,
and thought the battle won, when he
fell in the conflict
The colOr-bearer saw him fall, and
forgot for the moment his own high
commission as he stopped to raise his
fallen chief. But the dying older, with
his thought still on the cause and not
on himself, waved the color-bearer off,
and sternly said: Garry the colors
forward! Carry the colors forward"
The New Year calls us: and we must
leave the dead past, and press forward
to those things which yet await us.
We fear the unseen and hesitate
sometimes to strike out for that which
is yet unknown, but we should take
courage because of the promises Of
God and the lives of those who have
gone before.
The following story will help to H.
iustrate the truth more clearly:
''One time man was obliged to
cross a wide, frozen river. Though ne
was repeatedly assured by those who
were well acquainted with the river
and had often crossed it that the ice
was perfectly safe, yet he set out fear
fully AMI tremblingly, creeping along
very cautiously. When about half way
over, he met man driving across with
a load Of pig iron, and perceived that
even under that immense weight the
ice did not so much as crack"
The greatest heroes and heroines of
all ages, both in the spiritual and ma
terial walks of life have dared to face
the future and press forward.
Someone has written a little poem
called, "The Land of Beginning Again."
and it is as follows:
Il wish there were some wonderful
place,
Called the Land Of Beginning Again,
Where all our mistakes and all our
heartaches
And all Of our poor, selfish grief
Could be dropped, like q shabby coat.
at the door,
And never put on again"
There surely is land Of beginning
again. The story Of the Prodigal. by
The Apostle Peter, of David and Jacob
and others mentioned in the Bible be-
sides the multitudes in this day who
are finding that the Land OF Begin
aing Again" Is in trusting Christ Jesus
md thru the door Of repentance and
rust are facing the future with brave
md dauntless courage.
In the year 145U Joan of Arc heard
he voices, saw the vision and caught
he gleam of coming victory for her
people, and realized that she was to de
iver France from the power Of Eng
and, and started at once on her miss
on to have Charles VII crowned at
rheims. The story of her her0ism
md martyrdom all come from her faith
n what she could do In obedience to
he voices calling and the golden gleam
'ast on her path by the bright vision
II hope and ultimate success.
DR.. David Smith has given us beau
iful incident which he calls "a para
lie Of life"
"A few seasons ago a little yacht
vas cruising among the Western Is
ands Of Scotland, and one sullen even
ng q gale set in from the broad Atlan-
ic. 1t came moaning over the long,
olling swell, and caught the frail craft
II perilous lee shore. There was no
helter at hand; but the old skipper
lad known that trcacner0us coast
rom boyhood, and he said that there
vas q harbor some distance away, and
le thought he could make 1t. And 90,
through the darkness, Lit only by the
Jleam Of phosph horescence In her wake,
he little ship. went plunging on her
curse amid the wild welter Of wind
md wave. At length she swung into
mooth water; and they let so the an
'hor, and, turning into their berths,
vent peacefully to sleep.
In the morning the owner oame on
leck and surveyed the scene-a little
och. sirt about by dark. purple noun
aims. It was q quiet haven; but, look-
ng toward the entrance, he beheld .
narrow channel with sharp rocks jut-
Ing here and there, and all awash with
'oiling surf. 70 think or passing that
way. The least swerving OF the tiller,
nd those Jagged teeth would catch the
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