The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1921-03-03
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SPIRITiS HOUSE


win show sign of dusty red.
| have not gone the way in vain,
For | have good OF all my pain;
My spirits quiet house will be
Built of naked stones | trod
On roads where lost sight Of God.
Sara Teasdale.
Friendship is probably the basis OF a
great deal of the happiness we find in
this world. In little book called
Adventures in Friendship" Dsvid
Grayson, in defining friendship, says,
in part;
Friendship, it seems to me, is like
happiness. She flies pursuit, she Is shy,
and wild, and timid, and will be the
best wooed by indlrection. Quite un
eXpectedly, sometimes, as we pass in
the open road, she puts her hand into
ours like a child. Friendship is neither
a formslity nor a mode; it is rather a
life.
1t is not the substance of what we
say to one another that makes US
friends, nor yet the manner of saying
it, nor is it what you do or do, nor is
it what give YOU or you give me, nor
is it because we chance TO belong to the
same church, a society or party that
makes us friendly. Nor is it because
we entertain the same views nor res
pond to the same emotions.
All these things may serve to bring us
nearer together, but no one of them
can Of itself kindle the divine fire of
friendship. A friend is one with whom
we are fond of being when no business
is afoot nor any entertainment contem-
plated. A man may we'll be silent with
a friend. 81 do not need to ask the
wounded person how he feels, says the
poet, 81 myself became the wounded
person.
1t is not short of miraculous how,
with cultivation, ones capacity for
friendship increases. Once | myself
had scarcely room in my heart for a
single friend, who am now so wealthy
in friendships tits phenomenon worthy
of consideration by all hardened disbe-
levers in that which is miraculous
upon this earth that when a mans
heart really opens to friend he finds
there room for two. And when he takes
in the second, behold the skies lift and
the earth grows wider, and he finds
there room for two more.
In curious passage (wh ch | under
stand no longer darkly) cid mystical
Swedenborg tell of his wonderment
that the world OF spirits (Which he says
he visited SO familiarity should not soon
become too small for all the swelling
hosts Of its ethereal inhabitants, and
was confronted with the discovery that
the more angels there were, the more
heaven to hold them. So let it be with
our friendship.
Let us analyze this wretched habit
Of whining. Now if it is real trouble
there might be tiny excuse for it al
though even then it does none harm
than good-spoiIs dispositions makes
wrinkles and fretful faces, And anyway
why whine about it? When the trouble
is past you will not like to remember
that you cringed when you saw it com.
ing. You will much prefer to remember
that you faced it with high courage,
However, our experience has been
chat the people who have real trouble
are, as rule, too much occupied gett.
ing themselves out Of it to whine. So
most of this whining must come from
the people who have only fancied
trouble and for this there is surely no
excuse. Most Of the trouble in the
world is the kind that exists only in
the mans mind and we all get 10 our
little whine about what is going to
happen sometime and only about one
per cent Of the things we whine over
ever really happen.
We see in this world chiefly what
we look for, A farmer going along ex