The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1920-10-15
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LOOKING BACK.

The coming of Autumn is always
reminder to look back over the ripe
months of the year and see what we
have ACCOMPLISHED. The Autumn is
more conducive to sober thought and
mature meditation. Ithas not the fri
volity of the Spring in its air. There
is not the lethargy of the Summer
The GOODNESS of the winter which re-
presents the hardness of heart that
usually attends experience, is not the
time for gentle and retrospective ex-
aminations of what the months have
brought forth.
The philosopher who said: "Know
thyself' spoke the wisest plea that
any man ever had. The striking cases
of radical change attending the exper-
fences of many boys who went thru
the gruelling of wah in France were
largely brought about by tn eself-ex
aminations they underwent while liv-
ing in constant danger and hardships.
Perhaps they did not realize it them
selves, but the suspense on huglng
the bottom of a trench thru crawl
ing hours of darkness while death
stalked about on every hand left him
nothing but his thoughts. What he
thought no one else will ever know.
He does not speak of it. Sometimes
it is because he is afraid of those
thoughts. Perhaps he is ashamed to
speak of the dreams that cluttered
his brain during those hours when he
said: eff it is ever given me to get
out of this | shall" And there 1t
ends. But in the majority of cases
these unspoken thoughts have been
the determining factors for COM
plete rehabilitation of thousands OF
lives.
GAS a man thinketh in his heart,
so is he" says of of old. And these
thoughts that come to us in the hurs
of meditation are the thoughts that
mold our lives. And there is no better
index to constructive thinking than
the mile posts of past experience.
careful and frank consideration OF the
past will always invariably tell US
WHY we are WHERE we are. NO
man or woman ever became anything,
great or small thief or savior, but 1t
was the final result of accumulatlve
thinking.
And so while the hand of the Mas
ter Painter is tinting the leaves with
brown and the Autumn sunsets gold,
there is a response of the latent beau
w W1CllQ us tHdI pIOHlISSo lCAe'oi
ion Just as sweetly as the falling
leaves whisper a promise of their re
turn as they snuggle confidingly to
the. bosom of the earth.
The Spring is too flippant! l tbs
like scatter-brained miss who is
flirting along the road with never
care for broken hearts and the pay
ment which Tomorrow" anyways de-
mands. Spring is an outrageous flirt.
She is a wanton spender! But the
Autumn is that dear time of the year
when Nature halts breathlessly and
sees the twilight approaching with
tn first stars peeping from darken-
ing sky. And with a sad smile says
lovingly as she looks back: at has
bee nsuch a wonderful time! Then
she adds: But Ishall come back a
gain"
And we who watch must ask our
hearts :"Would we want to com eback
again? And if the answer is No,
then there must have been something
wrong. Only we can right 1t If we
only have made it so.
Forgetting the snarls of world at
srife and the futile chase that has
left us sick at heart, we must stand
aside and watch ourselves go by"