Year: 1879

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The Problem OF Life.


From the beginning Of recorded time,
life has been a strange problem. It'll
unsolved to this day. If you ask man
OF three score years and ten what has
been the purpose and object of his ex-
lstence, he can give no answer satisfac-
tory either to himself or to you. If you
ask him whose wears, by reason of
strength, have been heightened to four
score, and ne can only reply by bewil-
dered shake of the head. Starting out in
the n morning Of life we are lured onward
over the thorny path by the foot of a
rainbow. whose brilliant colors are ever
near, but never attainable-which all
gently fade away as the shades of even
ing fall


What is the great end of life, it's chief
gocd, the sun'nsum 6onalza, as the old
Romans We're wont to call it, has
always been subject of
dispute among philosphe1 ). It is
easier to tell what it is not, than what it
is. The real life, that which man is ever
getting ready to live, is never lived. We
think it is Pope who says:


"Man never is,


But always is to be, blessed"


Were we to go into every place of busi-
ness and occupation in city, and could
get the calm, serious attention of the
proprietor for few moments. be would
frankly tell us that his daily humdrum
existence, the perpetual cares and annov-
ances to which he submits, do not con
stitute the life which he hopes one day
to enjoy. That life, whether he with
whom we talk be thirty, sixty, or eighty
years OF age, is still in the misty future,
1t has not yet been reached. It Is still.
as IN the morning Of existence, the ever
receding foot of the glorious rainbow. It
IS no nearer to him OF eighty than to him
of thirty.


Nearly all men, with greater or less
grasp and plan, are engaged in a struggle
tor wealth. But all will tell us that it is
not for wealth itself that they toll and plan,
None are sor9id enough to admit that.
They strive to attain wealth as a means
to an end, that end is the ideal life that
is yet to come. Thus the great tide Of
humanity sweep on through life, never
dreaming, never realizing thet the pass
ing days their days of preparation to
live-are all that there is Of life.


Somewhere in some of his WRITINGS.
Cicero says that 10 study philosophy is
nothing but to prepare mans self to die.
A more agreeable and pleasant view of
is to teach men to live-to
realize the main object of life and to adapt
our philosophy to its attainments. Glorious
old Montsigue's view OF philosophy and
the end OF life pleases us better than that
OF Cicero. Said this really great man:


''And to say the truth, either our
reason does grossly abuse US, or it (phi,-
osophy) ought to have no other aim bit
our c0ntentmaefat only, nor to endeavor any,
thing bat. In sum, to make us live we'll.
and as the Holy Scripture says, at ou,
ease. All the opinions Of the world agre,
IN this, that p1easureis as oar end, though we
make use Ut divers means to attain ,1nrn
1t; they would ali of them otherwise b.
rejected at the first motion; for who
would give ear to him that should pro-
pose affliction and misery for this end
: Let philosophers say what they
will, the main thing at which we all aim.
even In virtue itself. Is pleasure.


Pleasure, happiness, or whatever term
you please to apply to the idea-is, then,
the true aim of existence. How may that
best be gained? Is it in the unremittinp
and almost mad pursuit of wealth?. We
give prominence to this idea of qoeazth,
for it is that which engrosses the thoughts
and consumes the efforts of the great
mass OF men. Look all about you-up
and down our streets, and see the men
tnat are upon them. In what are thev
engaged now? In what have they been
engaged in all their days?


1t is not necessary to argue that the
acquisition Of wealth does not give that
pleasure, that happiness, which should
be the sum of life.


They must be sought in another direc-
1lon. 'Glve me neither poverty nor
rlches,' was the prayer Of Agur The gold
en- mean is what we should seek, and
contentment is the great foundation of
happiness and pleasure.


Two words in single line Of one of
the beautiful odes of the Roman poet.
Horace, were Carpe Diem, which freely
rendered mean: Enjoy the present day.
In those few words, Cmpe Diem, there is
world of philosophy and wisdom. TO-
dag is all we have-aIl that we ever can
have. Yesterday can never be recalled
1o-maorrow--thst which we are ever pre-
pairing to cnjoy--will never come. But
to enjoy the present day, .Co1,tentn1ent is
absolutely essential. For the discontent-
ed man, the sun shines, the summer
breezes blow, the fields are dressed in
green, the brooks murmur, and the flow.
ers bloom, all in vain. All things out
ward are just what the mind inward makes
Of them. To the contented mind it mat
ters little what the face of nature is.
Says Montague: ''Every one is we'll
or Ill at ease. according as he finds HIM
self; not he whom the world believes.
but he who believes himself to be so. is
content"


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