New-York tribune., 1922-05-21
''Be Not Merely Courageous,
but Light-Hearted, Also =.
Cay" He Advises i

there is hundred or more years be
fore. Time had been blotted out while
he listened to the lark.
That, ] suppose, was case of beauty
boiling over, ora soul boiling over, per-
haps the same thing. Then spirits
walk. They must sometimes walk St
Andrews. | don't mean the ghosts of
queens or prelates. but one that keeps
step. as soft as snow, with some poor
student. He sometimes catches sight
Of it. That is why his fellows can
never quite touch him, their best be-
loved. He half knows something of
which they know nothing-the secret
that is hidden in the face of the "Monna
Lisa Life is so beautiful to him that
its proportions are monstrous. Per-
haps his childhood may have been over
full OF gladness. They don't like that
If the Seekers were kind he is the one
for whom the flags of his college would
fly one day. But the seeker I am think
ing of is unfriendly, ard so our student
ls the lad that will never be old. He
often gaily forgets and thinks he has
slain his foe by daring him. like him
who, dreading water was always the
hrst to leap into it. One can see hin,
serene astride Scotch cliff. singing
to the sun the farewell thanks of
boy:
IhrOnp6 q a eli
Hold a red torch above the farthest seas
ana inc herce island pinnacIes put on
In his defense their somber panoplies:
foremost the white mists eddied, trailed
and spun
Like seekers, emulous to clasp his knees
Till III the beauty OF the scene seemed one
LED by the secret whispers of the breeze
The suns torch suddenly flashed upon his
And died. and ne va, content in subject
night
And dreamed of an old dead foe that
had sought and found him
beast stirred boldly in its resting
place
And the cold came; Man rose to his mas
ter height.
shisered and turned away, but the msts
were round him.
If there is any of you here so rare
that the Seekers have taken Ell i'll will
to him, like the boy who wrote those
lines, | ssk you to be careful Henley
says IN that poem we were speaking Of:
Under he bludseonings Of Chance
My head Is bloody but upbowed.
A fine mouthful. but perhaps My
head is bloody and bowed" is better
Don't Be Disheartened
By Ideals of Perfection
Let us get back to that tent with its
songs and CHEEKY conversation. Cour-
age | don't think it is to be got by
your becoming soemnsides before
your time. You must have been warned
against letting the golden hours slip
by Yes. but some of them are only
! golden because we let them slip. Dill
| gence-ambition; noble words. but only
if touched to fine issues" Prizes
may be dross, learning lumber, unless
they bring you into the arena with in
creasing understanding. Look to it
that what you are doing is not merely
toddling to a competency Happy" it
has been said by distinguished man,
"is he who can leave college with an
unreproaching conscience and an un-
sulied heart" | don't know. He
sounds to me like a sloppy, watery sort
of fellow. Happy perhaps, but if there
be red blood in him impossible. Don't
be disheartened by ideals of perfection
which can only be achieved by those
who run away. Nature, that thrifty
goddess" never gave you "the smallest
| sample of her excellence" for that.
! You may have heard from your Betters
| that the pains and dolours of Youth
are but amusing miniatures Of what
grayheads 60 through. Don't you be-
| lieve it, Whatever bludgeonings may
be in store for you, I think one feels
more poignantly at your age than ever
again in life.
Courage is the thing. All goes If
courage goes! The greatness of a
people is founded on their moral prin-
ciples; but what says our Johnson Of
courage: "Unless man has that vir-
tue he has no security for preserving
any other" Be not merely courageous
but ighthearted, also gay. Some peo-
pie have odd ideas of what gaiety is.
/ There is an officer who was the first of
I; our army to land at Galipoli. He WAS
dropped overheard to light decoys on
the shore, as to deceive the Turks
as to where the landing was to be. He
pushed a raft containing those in front
of him. 1t was frosty night and he
was naked and painted black. Firing
from the ships was going on all around
1t was two hours swim in pitch dark
ness. He did it, crawled through the
scrub to listen to the talk of the
enemy, who were so near that he could
have shaken hands with them--lit his
decoys and swan back. He seemed tc
look on this as a gay affair. He is 6
V. now, and you wouldn't think te
look at him that he could ever have
presented such a disreputable appear
ancc. Would you? Colonel Frey
berg.) Those men of whom | have
been speaking as the kind "to fill thu
fife" could all be lighthearted on occa
sion. ! remember Scott by highlant
streams trying to rouse me by main
tanning that haggis is boiled bagpipes
Henley in dispute as to whether say
Turgenieff or Tolstoi could hang tn
other on his watch chain, sometime
, clenched the argument by casting hi