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VI.—No. 32. AT SUNSET It isn't the tiling you ilo, dear. It’s the tiling you’ve left undone. Which gives you a hit of heartache At the setting of the sun. The tender word forgotten. The letter you did not write. The flowers you might have sent, dear. Are your haunting ghosts to-night. The stone you might have lifted Out of a brother’s way. The bit of heartsome counsel You were hurried too much to say. The loving touch of the hand, dear. The gentle and winsome tone That you had no time or thought for With troubles enough of your own. The little act of kindness, So easily out of mind; Those chances to be angels Which every mortal finds. They come in night and silence, Each chill, reproachful wraith, When hope is faint and flagging. And the blight has dropped on faith. For life is all too short, dear. And sorrow is all too great. To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late. And it’s not the thing you do. dear. It’s the thing you leave undone, Which gives you the bit of heartache At the setting of the sun. —Margaret E. Songster '• Let an Unhappy Prisoner Free.” All the birds in this cage sing the same song. The burden of their lay is liberty, and sorrow, and contrition —how the bless ed day of freedom will soon arrive, how they have resolved never to do it again, and how sad they are when they think of all they have lost, and all they are- missing during these halcyon days of youth. All this is a sad truth; and yet per chance the old doggeral never has oc cured to them, “When the Devil was sick.’’ etc., or. perhaps, they are like the boy who laughed in chapel the other morning, and when brought up and questioned concerning it, said “it was the singing of the choir that reminded him of McGibbons’ watch which had but one spring, and that rattled.” And yet it is too obvious a truth to be lightly cast aside, that one term in this “bower of beauty ” does not seem to sat isfy everyone. I am not particularly hard to please, but from a repetition of this dose, excuse me. At any rate it is a fact that all who are confined sigh and pine for freedom above all else. The lower animals are all alike in this particular, and the analogy goes even further. The lion and elephant, those fierce but kingly beasts, and a few others of the “ top layer.” after a few desperate but futile efforts to escape, realize their impotency and passively bide their time. The deer, wild sheep, and most other horned animals, submit quietly to their fate through gentler disposition; but how often have we seen the fierce wild-eyed, filthy hyena, either in circus cage or zoological garden, pac ing up and down, up and down, in one endless, tiresome march, looking and hoping for the loop-hole that never comes. And if it ever should come, and escape becomes possible, with what a hue and cry is he hunted to cover. Everybody joins the chase, the timid fleeing for shelter, and the more brave and courageous boldly advancing and once more securing the ferocious, ter rible beast who bleeding, wounded, and sullen is once more caged and doubly secured and punished. AVaynk. An Earnest Man. Thinking of men whom you know, which of them, if any, is in your opinion an earnest man? Just so in the wider world, earnest men are rare as gold pieces in the market place. By an earn est man, we mean one that is liv ing, or, is thoroughly desirous of living for a purpose. An earnest man and a man in earnest are one and the same person. One may be in earnest at the dinner table, or in making change over the counter, or, in carrying coal or wood STILLWATER, MINNESOTA, MARCH 16, 1893. for supper, but an earnest man is one who wills to realize an end in view. Take generals first in war: Alexander's aim was glory; Caesar's, pre-eminen# of self; whereas Hannibal's, was love of home and country. Gustaf Adolphus’, security for the Protestant religion: Na poleon’s, more self-government in the world. These last three were undoubt edly earnest men. Luther was in earn est rather than an earnest man because courage was his conspicuous quality; Calvin was inflexibly earnest, governing Geneva and constructing his system of theology by sheer force of will and might of intellect. Contrast, too, White- Held and Wesley, the former playing upon hearers as sunlight plays upon leaves and flowers in summer; the latter, very serious, calm, sane, following after clear, conscious salvation with the same doggedness, that Indians persue a trail, was past all question the more earnest man. So, too, in later times, Mr. Spur geon was the earnest man in the evan gelical pulpit of London, as England and Baptists witnessed. In our land we had and have earnest men. “ I will not retreat.” “I will be heard.” "The slave shall be free,'' said William Lloyd Garri» son; and what Garrison suffered for be ing earnest is bitter history. Many great, many brilliant men lived in the same period of our civil war —the earn est mail being Stanton, Secretary of War. Thus we see that earnest men are swayed by a purpose determining heart, soul, life, to a cause. An earnest man has a mission given him by direct revelation as St. Paul, or, by clear con scious inspiration as Socrates, or, sug gested by depth of nature, as Lord Ba con and Sir Isaac Newton, or by capa ble genius as Ericson and Edison, or. indicated by the providence of God, as John Howard and Florence Nightin gale. Noah was an earnest man, Elijah was the typical earnest man in Old Test ament days, as were John the Baptist and St. Paul in New Testament days; whereas the conspicuous qualities of Christ were faithfulness to the end, and affection. A. A. W. Life without its sweets would not be worth the pain of living were the fut ure that is to come be barren of prom ise and hold nothing in store but an empty lapse of time. The future? AVhat promise even the mentioning of the phrase implies? Bright thoughts of hope burst like sunbeams through the clouds of despondency lifting the gathering gloom, and through the ris ing mist we see the dawn of a brighter and a happier day. A welcome and a happy day indeed that one shall be when again we shall enjoy that boon we prized lightly. Liberty, how little must one value it, how little must one realize the enjoyment of it, to jeopardize all that makes life worth living for paltry gold. But when one has lost it, well he learns the value of it and pays the pen alty in sad penance. I envy the va grant bird that circles where it will and rests its pennons where it may, or perches in some leafy bower and fills the breeze with melody. * The glad notes of its song proclaims the liberty it feels; its airy flight tells the enjoyment of it. Blessed is it, for it knows not the lur ing temptation and the galling curse of gold. Accursed is this love of gold, that deprives one of the pleasures of existence. AVhat useless dross, com pared w r ith the pleasure of wandering through the sunny fields, or strolling along some dancing brook beneath the shady trees, listening to its wayward music. I envy the benighted savage who, uu trammeled by the “law’s stern decree,” explores his native wilds, or guides his rude bark between the grassy banks of some venal stream, wherever fancy wills. Within his modest hut he seeks his couch of skins, and is rocked to sleep by the songs of birds. No thought of the morrow disturbs his tranquil rest. Dishonor does not haunt his peaceful bed, no disgrace profanes his “ IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” Liberty. dreams. Happy, indeed, is he that greets the rising sun and wanders forth to visit nature in her sunny home, unmo lested, unfettered, at liberty. You that have not been deprived of the sympa thizing love of wife and children, of the gentle guidance of the loving mother, the careful counsel of the watchful father, or the confiding companionship of the tried friend, know' not the mean ing of liberty, nor the dearth of affec tion that darkens the life of a convict and shrouds his heart in gloom. Sad as the life of a convict is, a somethin!/ bids him hope, an impulse stirs the sluggish blood of despondency to move in life-quickening throbs through the fallowing breast. Future, bright star of life, beams beckoning on the horizon and cheers the way to liberty. The day will come, it must come. “Time has no friend, nor foe.” And it is for us to chose between a monotonous existence add an existence aleviated by the pleas ures of life, when liberty is granted to us again. * C. C. To The Boys. “If we are boys, where do you get your men ?" you say. When I used that word, perhaps it is almost as a term of affection. There may be some among you who have no friends come to see them, and perhaps no letters. This let ter is written to you. You cannot see my face, but can’t you see my hand in yours and hear my voice say, I am so sorry you have done wrong ? You some times think it an unjust world. Have you done your share to make it a just world? If you have ever been a coun try boy you have often thrown a stone into the pond and seen the circle made in the water, one circle touching the other and causing the next, till perhaps the whole surface of the pond was dis turbed. That is the way it is with our own acts: we for better or worse i nlluenee our nearest neighbors, and they others, and so on. We cannot live our lives without influencing others. Even Rob inson Crusoe on his island must have made his dumb friends uncomfortable if he were cross and disagreeable. Af ter his companion Friday came his pow er to help or harm was greater. It seems sometimes as if it would be pleasant to do just as we like, but if every one were to do that way, what kind of a world would it be V When we say it is an unjust world, we mean be cause we suffer for the mistakes and the wrong doing of others. There is another side to think about. Have we not received good for what others have done? Have we not the wisdom and experience that have been our inheri tance from the past? Isn't that what civilization means? Are you not the better because Doro thea Dix has labored and worked for the prisoner and the insane? I hope her life is written in one of the books of yonr library, and that you will read it. She found many a poor sick insane person with heavy irons on him, dirty and poorly fed. Some she found chained in filthy under ground holes. Her life of self-denial has brought good to thou sands. Contrast her with Margaret, “The mother of criminals,” as she is called. Her hundreds of descendants, all bad, wffcked persons, doing the world great injury. At the time of the Centennial in Philadelphia, a young man in Fitch burg made a fine little model and sent it to the exhibition. This model was on a stand only a few inches in diame ter and had one hundred parts. What would you think of a person w r ho han dled this in a careless manner? Won derful as this machine was, it is nothing when compared with your own body. Its bones all so wonderfully shaped, each for its use, its telegraph system of nerves, with the head station in the brain, its cushion of fat and muscle and covering of finely constructed skin — doesn’t this machine deserve your best care ? If I had a plant that I valued, I should give it pure air, sunlight, good food and keep the harmful insects from it lest Teduo » SI.OO per year, in advance, i ekms . ( Bi x Months 60 Cents. its life be injured. That is what’you must do with your life if you would grow. Keep out of bad company, take proper food for the body and mind, kill all the bad habits. “ A wicked person can no more inher it heaven than a broken piano can make music." Put the body, the brain and conscience in order, and you will come nearer to heaven on earth. Your life is like a book that has a story written on its first pages, but the future will write the others. Improve all the chances you now have for self-improve ment and when you come out, struggle to be a man in the highest and best meaning of the word. 1 have written this because I care for you. Some of the boys call me Aunt Martha. —Ovr Paper. First Inauguration. The following letter from Washing ton to Gen. Schuyler, written a few days after Washington’s first inauguration in New York April 30,1789, will be read with interest at this time. The letter is indorsed, in Gen. Schuyler’s hand-writ ing, “ From the President of the United States, May 9,1789,” and one can well im agine the satisfaction with which those words were penned by one who had giv en staunch support to the adoption of the constitution in this state in the face of a powerful opposition. That Wash ington’s friends should be jubilant was natural. They had fought under him to win independence for the people; they had worked with him to seeure the formation and adoption of the constitu tion, and now their great leader, the man of all others who commanded the confi dence and respect of the entire country, had been chosen to administer the new form of government as its chief mag istrate. They had reason to feel satisfied and hopeful; but the earnest, modest, relig ious spirit in which Washington, upon whom rested such heavy responsibility, accepted the trust, as shown in this letter to his friend, can only enhance the reverence for his character. “New York, May 9, 1789—Dear Sir: I yesterday had the pleasure to receive your favor of the 2d inst., and must beg you to accept of my most grateful ac knowledgments for your good wishes and kind congratulations upon my en trance on a new and arduous task. It is only from the assurances of support which I have received from the respect able and worthy characters in every part of the Union that I am able to overcome the ditfidence wffiich I have in my own abilities to execute my great and important trust to the best interest of our country. An honest zeal and an unremitting attention to the interest of United America is all 1 dare promise. “ The good dispositions which seem at present to pervade every class of people afford reason for your observation that the clouds which have long darkened our political hemisphere are now dis persing and that America will soon feel the effects of her natural advantages. That invisible hand which has so often interposed to save our country from im pending destruction seems in no in stance to have been more remarkably exerted than in that of disposing the people of this extensive continent to adopt in a peaceable manner a constitu tion which, if well administered, bids fair to make America a happy nation. With very sincere regard and esteem, I am, dear sir, your most obedt hble se?vt. G. Washington.” Gen. Schuvler. A Happy Remark. Merchant: What do you mean by us ing such language ? Are you the boss here, or am I the boss ? , Clerk: I know I’m not the boss. Merchant: Then if you are not the boss, why do you talk like a fool ? —Pick Me Up. The fetters of propriety should be worn as an ornament, not as a chain.— Ex.