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Vol. <4. No. 11. THE WIDOW’S SON. BY M. N. M. As the wide world, my boy, Stretches before you in its radiant guise; And to your beaming eyes, Hope floods with sunshine all your morning skies. And every siren voice is tuned to joy. Pause, e'er the race begin. And gazing down the vista of long years. Where naught appears To mar each airy castle youth uprears. Ask of the prize your eager soul may win— Shall it be Fame That comes to greet you with laurel crown Of high renown? Shall gold, high heaped, all aspirations drown, Save those of lucre in the world's turmoil? Shall light winged Pleasure spread Her painted toys to lure your steps astray? Ah, not alway She flutters tireless in unclouded day, Dark shadows come e’en where her footsteps tread. Fair it will seem when first You burst away to ’tempt the untraveled road. Brooking not river or goad. For youth so blind, believeth all things good, All waters pure, where it would slake its thirst. But ah, not always bright May be thy life-path, every ill removed, Oh! child so dearly loved, Because so early orphaned.—l have proved, That suniest morn may end in darkest night. Then, should the glittering goal Recede when almost seems the race complete, When your tired feet Shall find the road so long, so rough; replete With sharpest thorns that pierce and wound the soul. You will perchance recall A mother’s voice, albeit so long unheard, Speaking some tender word Of counsel, when thy boyish heart was stirred With the high hopes which asked to venture all. Some loving word that told Of safer paths, of fairer, purer skies, Of that which lies Above, beyond our poor humanities, Where change comes not, and love can ne’er grow cold. So, e’er your feet shall press, As press they must, the world's uncertain way. Awhile the race delay To seek the Hand which cannot lead astray,— A Father’s Hand, to strengthen, guide and bless. —The Churchman. POPULAR FALLACIES. “One Man Is as Good as Another.” The world and everything it contains is governed by certain immutable laws, which cannot be infringed upon, neglected, or de fied without the occurrence of the inevita ble penalty—confusion, calamity and greater or less injury and interruption to its entire economy and all concerned therein. The great human family, as a whole, may be aptly compared to a watch —each part complete in itself, but yet inter-dependent the one on the other—helpless alone, ef fective only when in combination. Each individual has its own especial work to perform, but he cannot transfer his duties to another, nor take another’s duties on himself. The Ludicrous absurdity of the axiom which heads this article is therefore pain fully apparent. 1 here never was nor never will be, absolute equality in man—physic ally, mentally or morally; in social position or intellectual qualifications there must necessarily be gradations and special adapta tions for certain duties, but all contributing to one common end. The first essential element of success in any scheme or under taking is harmony of purpose and harmony in action —without it, friction and utter ruin is the inevitable result. The sentiment involved in the motto above quoted originated many ages since, among certain quasi communists and icono clasts who had neither property nor char acter to lose —and whose only object in life was self-aggrandizement, regardless of all consequences to their fellows. Every community, every generation of man, from the beginning of the world up to Stillwater, Minn., Thursday, Oct. 23,159 Q. the present time, has been cursed with its special horde of chronic malcontents —in- dividuals who never did an honest day’s work themselves, and have determined that no one else should, if it were in their power to help it; and hence their active and ceaseless promulgation of that monstrous absurdity, * 'One man is as good as another.” But these “wasps of society” make them selves an exception to this free and easy law, and proclaim, with appalling audacity, that they alone are capable of directing and controlling mundane affairs —and elect themselves to fill the places of power and influence. They exist in every section of society, even now, when we are approach ing the close of the nineteenth century. It is, therefore, our duty, to endeavor to counteract this tendency by demonstrating the fact that our only hope of permanent prosperity and progress as a race is in the inculcation of the principle that mutuality of interest and action, and careful, patient performance of our respective duties, ac cording to our several or respective qualifi cations is the only practical solution of the great social problem. Life should not be a perpetual fight between individuals for su premacy; but a united effort, by all the members of the community, to promote those measures which best contribute to the common weal. We know that in the eye of the law, “One man is as good as another,” theoretic ally; that is, justice is supposed to be im partially dealt out to rich or poor, learned or ignorant, prince or peasant, regardless of social status or influence; but our daily ex perience unfortunately demonstrates the fact that it is only a legal fiction; and that, as a rule, what is called justice can only be obtained by those who are able to pay gen erously for it. Now, seeing that, in fact, no two individ uals are equal in intellectual ability, in physical strength, in moral forces, or in adaptability to the requirements of the com munity of which they form a part, it be hooves each individual citizen to first dis cover what his special talent may be, what particular duties he is best fitted for —and to at once take his proper place in the municipal hive, contributing their proper quota to the national prosperity and prog ress. Any man who develops special qual ifications—signal ability to fill honorable or responsible positions, will soon be dis covered and appreciated—the “office will seek the man,” not man the office. We would not dare to assert that a man must have no ambition, that he must not seek adequate and larger fields for the talent he may possess. On the contrary, we argue that every one should make the best of his skill and ability, that his motto through life should be “Excelsior”; that his course in the community should be onward and up ward: but we most emphatically insist that this pushing forward should be strictly con fined tfe legitimate means, and should be based only on his personal merits and tech nical fitness for the office sought. Nature abhors all violent transitions. The continual changes taking place in the mineral, vegetable, and animal world are in obedience to certain fixed laws —they are matters of growth or time. So it is in our social economy. He who would mount fame’s ladder must begin at the lower round. We have, it is true, many instances of “mushroom growth” in modern society; but their term of existence is very short — “they go up like a rocket, but they come down like its stick.” But how different the careers of such men as Faraday, Watt, Stephenson, Fulton, and scores of other celebrities in art, science and mechanics. They studied hard, they labored indus triously, and did their work well; and, what was better than all, they were con tented to do one thing at a time. They did not leap from one point to another in their onward course, but stepped cautiously and securely, keeping their one object—the great work of their life —in full and con stant view. But we must not deal in vague generalities; there is a practical, common sense issue to be arrived at. They are amongst our number, representatives of al most every trade, profession or calling— who, will, sooner or later, be seeking a field of operation in the outside world. Some amongst us. for want of education, or opportunity, have at present no specific skilled handicraft by which to obtain a subsistence. To such we would say: Do not waste your time and energy in “flying around from post to pillar,” spending a month or two in one shop or the other get ting a superficial knowledge of some three or four different trades—and imagining all “ IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” the time that you know all there is to be known about each; but, after du£ thought on the matter, make a definite choice of some one calling that you feel lies within the compass of your ability, and is in con formity with your taste; and having so de cided, learn thoroughly everything in con nection with that trade, until you are a complete master of all its intricacies and peculiarities. This done, occupy your spare time in supplying any deficiencies in your educational acquirements which may exist, by availing yourself of the facilities of school and library—and you will have, within your grasp, a tangible foundation on which to build your future, when the time of your liberation shall come. There are others of us, however, who are experts in some branches of industry; and who have already determined in their own minds the course they will pursue after their release. They have achieved a certain reputation for skill and experience in their special avocations, and they have a definite idea where to find a market for their labor. But even they may find a profitable occupa tion for their leisure moments while here. Can they not, with great advantage to them selves, pass in critical review the mistakes they have made —the shoals and quicksands on which their fortunes have been wrecked? They know that they have the stuff in them to accomplish greater triumphs and ascend to higher levels in their respective walks in life than they have ever before attained! The only difficulty with all of us, in the past, has been that we have wasted too much time in speculating and thinking of other men—and have neglected to contem plate our own possibilities and develop our own powers. We have squandered our op portunities in the indulgence of petty jeal ousies and exaggerated anticipations—we have grasped at the shadow and lost the substance. Let us all, then, from this time hence forth, determine to lose sight of the falla cious and injurious maxim that “One man is as good as another;” and resolve, under all circumstances, that we will be the best man —the most courageous, persevering, skilful and reliable representative of that branch of industry to which we have de voted ourselves. Determine to have noth ing to do with organizations for the coer cion or limitation of labor interests—dis solve all connection with demagogues, labor reformers, or strike promoters —and be pre pared “to paddle our own canoe,” and rely solely on our own merits, ability and in tegrity of purpose for our future progress. Let us avoid every organization or scheme, which would have a tendency to antagonize us with our fellow workmen, produce dis sension or bad feeling, or in any way dis tract our attention or wean us from the at traction of the home circle, and the tender ties of affection and friendship. Let our motto for the future be “A long pull, a strong pull, and a pull altogether” in the maintenance of harraonj\ good faith, and the conservation of the best interests of the community, as a united and a prosperous whole. F. J. G. Charlestown Prison, Mass. Sneer No* at Tlie “Fool.” I shudder when I ponder over the final judgment of the man who, when he hears that a fellow man has gone astray, shrugs his shoulders and sneers, “Fool!” Who, when he hears that another has encoun tered a terrible temptation, resisted until nat ure herself gave out, exhausted, and then, at the very last, has yielded to it and plunged headlong into forbidden pleasures, again hisses, “Fool!” Who, when he hears that another is the victim of some terrible passion, burning, unconquerable, stronger than death itself, and before which, one day, he sinks like a beast on the plain, he cries out only. “Fool!” I pity the heart that never afthes and the eyes that never grow wet at the tale of another’s downfall or ruin, while 1 think there is something brutal or inhuman about one who can sneer at a long, terrible struggle between the body and soul. And I have more respect for the man who, having siuned, flees and gives up everything, letting all know his dishonor, than I have for the man that sins and wears a mask through which the eyes of the world cannot pierce. Yet this same world calls the latter an “upright man” and the former a “fool.” Some of you “upright” ones — be careful how you sneer at the “fool.” — Ella Iligginson, in West Shore. Love cries victory when the tests of a woman become the sole defense of her virtue.—Voltaire. Five Gents. Will’s Wife. Will told us before he married her that she was just a “plain, off-hand country kind of a girl,” with no style or nonsense about her, so we were not surprised when we met her. She wore her hair in the ex treme of frowsy frizziness, and her dresses in the lankest fashion suggestive of Sara Bernhardt. She talked loud, and our souls were disquieted within us when, alter a few days’ acquaintance, she made herself familiar enough to break out in Methodist camp-meeting style, singing in an uncult ured voice and rustic method, some old “by and by” hymn. It was painful, and it grew daily, “McGinty,” and “Nearer my God” in the same strain. The quiet, after dinner hour, so precious to city women, when the darkened rooms rest and refresh, was all unknown to Will’s wife. She chose that hour to run the sewing-machine and sing, “1 shall be satisfied.” Ah, but we tried bravely not to let Will see that we were astonished, but it was hard to do. Annie was her name. Her reply to the salutation, “How do you do?” was, “Ido as I please when I can.” She was always risky enough to “bet her bottom dollar,” and she always asked “what’s the matter” with doing whatever was proposed. Will looked plagued at the time of grandpa’s funeral when we were talking about how we should go. Annie asked “how many rigs” the family would need. She never thought it worth while to put a hat on to walk a square down street. She didn’t do it at Springvalley and saw no need of it in the city. She had no end of crochet edging and all the numerous decorations with which many women enjoy themselves, and her room looked like a big sample case of holiday goods. Annie emphasized her statements with “and don’t you forget it!” and her reply to ordinary questions was “You bet!” We groaned in the spirit over countless pe culiarities, and the loud hymn tunes “went on forever.” But one day a terrible disaster occurred down town, one of those wholesale horrors which convulse a community, and the patrol wagons were carrying the crushed and bruised victims in every direction. A swift messenger came to our house to tell us that our Will was among the crushed and dying. And soon they brought the prostrate form which so short a time before had been bounding with life and youth and love. His wife did not scream nor madly tear her hair, as we feared she might; she turned very white, and bent over his form with one deep sob as she whispered, "Oh. my God! if it be possible spare him to us.” But it was not to be. The weary days and terrible nights saw Annie always at his side, with gentlest touch smoothing the pil low and listening for some word from the dying man. so sweet and patient, though her heart was breaking. And when it came, the awful stillness in the house, the dark ened parlors, the shadow of death, who was bravest of us all? It was Annie, whose pale face was a statue of grief, whose sing ing was silent forever, and through all the dreadful ordeal in mute agony she went about so pitiful in her sorrow that our pity fast ripened into love, and we opened the most sacred places in our hearts forever more to "Will’s wife.” —D. M. Jordan, in Texas Siftings. For The Mirror. Stray Thought*. Put no act iuto your life that you do not want to see later on. Try to regard present vexations as you will regard them a month hence. The great secret of success in life is to be ready when your opportunity comes. Corn is an emblem of peace, but it is never appreciated until it gets on its ear. A cynic is a man who is disappointed be cause the world was all made when he got here. A great many of our would-be reformers, are like the man who stays up all night try ing to get people to go to bed. What use for the rope if it he not flung Till the swimmer’s grasp to the rock has clung? What worth is Eulogy’s blandest breath When whispered in ears that are hushed in death? No, no! if you have but a word of cheer, Speak it while 1 am alive to hear. An author can have nothing truly his own but his style.—Disraeli.