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®ljc llrimui JWirrar. Vol. VII.—No. 14. ADAPTATION Don't look for the flaws as you go on through life; And even when you And them. It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind. And look for the virtues behind them. For the cloudiest night has a hint of light Somewhere in its shadows hiding: It is better by far to look for a star Than the spots on tlve sun abiding. The current of life runs ever away To the bosom of God’s great ocean; Don t set your force ’gainst the river’s course. And think to alter its motion; Don’t waste a curse on the universe— Don't raise up mountains before you. Don’t butt at the the storm with your puny form. But bend and let it go o’er you." The world will never adjust itself To suit your whims to the letter; Some things must go wrong your whole life long, And the sooner you know it the better. It is folly to light with the Infinite. And go under at last in the wrestle; The wisest man shapes into God’s plan As the water shapes into a vessel. —Selected. HOPE Its Bright, Cheering Promise ever Present and Inspiring, Except to the Sceptical Few. “Hope" is the beacon which inspires the ambition of youth, the invisible guide of manhood and the silent moni tor of old age and decay. Hope leads us fearlessly on step by step to the un fathomable beyond. Ossiax. 3J < * * Hope is a spiritual knowledge of God. It fills the human heart at birth. Like a guardian angel it accompanies us down through the weary pilgrimage of life, filling us ever with a desire for a better and happier state; which, finally, through faith, becomes fulfilled in our death, which is birth unto God. Jean Val.iean. * * * To hope is weakness. To do and dare, is courageous. (>ne that is always hope ing. never accomplishes anything or rises higher than the foot of the ladder. Don't say I hope to do this, or I wish I could do that. Put your shoulder to the wheel and never give up until you have accomplished the object in view. There is no such word as hope in the lexicon of progress. C. C. I don't know how to express the meaning of hope, but it is the greatest word in any language. It is used in the human mind more than any other. The fundamental principles of all hu man existence are faith, hope and charity. Hope is the greatest of them all and charity is the greatest evidence of hope. Faith is the substance of things hoped for. It is what holds the world together; take away hope and men would become insane. * F. P. X. * * * There could be no life without hope; for, if that indiscribable sensation known as hope was withdrawn from man, he would simply exist, not live. Hope is mankind’s most precious boon. To the discouraged and the heartsick, it comes like a ray of light to brighten up the dark pathway of life. To the ambitious and those seeking for higher things, it is the beacon-light that leads them onward toward their goal. It is a thread that is ever winding itself in and out through our course in life. Be our trials and difficulties what they may. hope is ever present bidding us look forward to the bright things the future may have in store for us. Yon. * * * Beyond question hope is the backbone of all our anticipations and the only consolation of any importance to the lives of unfortunates. I can remember the time when to me hope was an im pulse apparently impossible. But such suppositions have drifted away, as many others, and taken the form of effectual reality and filled me again with the thrill of hope. Were it not at present for the expectations that that one little word conjures to our minds our lives would indeed be worse than a dismal blank. But the bracing strength of its effectual powers gives to the distressed mind a comforting and much needed assistance to the weary soul. P. A. F. “ IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO MEND.” STILLWATEK, MINNESOTA, NOVEMBEB 9, 1893. My advice is not to hope at all but to act. Act your part as a man and if you don't get pardoned or paroled, console yourself with the thought that you are not the first manly man that has been the victim of circumstances. Above all things don't hope. It is absolutely useless. There is altogether too much hope. If men would stop hoping for what they want and do all that is with in their power for the accomplishment of their ideal, this would be a far better world to live in than it is at present. Over twenty years ago I struggled, on foot, in a terrible blizzard in search of my home on the bleak frontier prairie where I had left a loving wife and three small children. When utterly lost, with my eye lids frozen together, my thin garments freezing to my quivering body, my mind distracted with terror and death staging me in the face, I stumbled over a single furrow. A faint, glimmering ’‘hope'' told me to follow that furrow. With freezing fingers I tore the ice from my eyes, crept back to the furrow, followed it and it led me to my home and loved ones. Saved by a miracle! A glimmering hope! Hope! What magic is contained in that single word! Even as a drowning man grasps at a straw, so does hope ever spring up in the human breast. It cheers, comforts and brightens the pathway of life. There is always some object in view that brings forth this joyful spark. It may be health, wealth or happiness, life, liberty or any other object that the human being is even striving tc t obtain that causes hope to spring up and assist him in gaining his object. To the prisoner it is a great blessing. It may be ever so feeble, yet it is ever present and makes his trials easier to bear. In fact, hope is so elas tic that a man having it will keep on believing till all danger is past and vic tory sure. Brigham. Hope is the guardian angel of life, and is essential to man's being; for, to give up hope is to die. It bridges the chasm through which rushes the awful torrent of despair which hurls its vic tim against the cruel and jagged rocks of failure, insanity and suicide. Hope never yet tempted a man to commit suicide, and life is never an utter fail ure until it gives up hope. The school boy at his studies, the mechanic at his work, the merchant in his office, the in ventor with his model, in fact, men of every occupation in life are induced by hope to put forth their best efforts to achieve success. And best of all, hope comes to the poor fallen sinner, and with encouraging words, snatches him from the brink of despair starting him with renewed resolutions on the road to the pearly gates. If, then, you would make life a success, let your motto be “ Hope on, Hope ever.” " Spes. * * * “ All the world's a stage,’’ sang the immortal William, and 1 would humbly add, hope is the quiet prompter that keeps the players on the boards of time. Be it the Comedy of Errors, hope prompts that disentanglement is near at hand. Be it the Merchant of Venice fast clutched in the grasp of a merciless Shylock, hope introduces Portia and by “the second Daniel” enfranchise ment is reached. Hope is our daily, hourly Ariel to mitigate the rigors of the Tempest of circumstance with its dainty ministration. AVith AVolsey we can say: “This is the state of man: To day he puts forth the tender leaves of hope, to-morrow he blossoms and bears his blushing honors thick upon him.” AVithout hope, defeated, we must, like Brutus, fall in suicidal cowardice. Or with poor mad Ophelia sing “Xo he is dead He never will come again.” Hopeless, her darkened mind could see no glory of a brighter day. Madness, suicide, death as a soul-less brute, such is the heritage of those who cast adrift from hope. R. F. There is no attribute of human na ture that has exercised such an un bounded and all prevailing influence upon the destiny of men and nations as hope. There is no condition, or circum stance in life, wherein its power is not experienced. The progress made by nations in civilization has been in pro portion to their possession of a san guine temperament. Hope is ever a stimulus and incentive; the desire for wealth, power and position is only kept alive by the expectation of the realization of that desire. If this in centive did not exist there won Id be little if any progress. Pitiful indeed would be the condition of mankind. Consider fora moment these conditions: The invalid in despair: The poor despond ent: The prisoner in a state of melan choly. Without hope there would be stagnation and retrogression instead of movement and pragress. SIINOL Laying aside the question of hope in the next world, how can a man exist in our condition without it V I believe every one of us has it in some form; a word, a look, a letter from some one dear to us, or perhaps a book will fur nish it. Our natures demand it in order that we may be enabled to go through our daily routine. What a spiritless object a man appears who says: “1 have no hope.” Who has any confidence in him ? lie does not live, he simply ex ists. Instead of raising himself higher he sinks to despair. He represents cow ardice in that he acknowledges him self beaten in life while there remains a chance to better himself. Look at the hopeful man. He is an inspiration to his fellows; one always feels better after a talk with him. Fair weather friends may leave him in adversity, but he is sure of finding true ones in * their stead. Above all, he makes the most of himself and in the contest of life he grows better and stronger. Mag. * „ A. B. M. What tells me that beyond those rock walls there’s a land where man comes and goes as he listeth, eats whatever suits his taste and wears the clothing that pleases his fancy—that far to the southward lieth a sunny land where the turtle-dove's cooing is heard from January to December ? What says that there are friends in that flowery realm who love me tenderly and sincerely, though full of fault, and disgrace that lam ? What says that beyond those murky clouds there’s a land most beau tiful and fair—where the weary shall find rest amidst the ransomed hosts of all days? My soul leaps with joy, for, though dark seems the way now, yet darker, indeed, would it be, if it were not that some day I hope again to to breathe the sweet air of liberty, greet the old familiar faces on earth, and at death open my eyes to behold the sweet little flower, so cruelly nipped in the bud here on earth, blooming in a fairer land to wither no more. Choctaw Harry. Side by side with that civilization which takes its name from cities, are great disadvantages which appear only where men and women are crowded to gether. Statistics and superficial ob servers speak of cities as “great sores,” this, to me, is a mistake. High civiliza tion demands large cities and does not exist without them. At the same time there should be no false impressions to the use or attractiveness of such for the advantages of country life are great. There are many now in cities who would be better off elsewhere. There are many benefits in cities, libraries, hospi tals, * art galleries, educational institu tions, factories, mercantile houses gen erally, a great railroad center and among the many is the escape from that mild police of the country where every body’s life is inspected and every one knows every one. In the life of a city you know not your neighbor and may die in an attic and no one know of the Observer Congeries in Cities. Tcdiuio. ( S l - 00 per year, in advance, i tKMb. | si x M on ths 50 Cents. death, or care if they did know. There the press announces free soup offered by an alderman or free bread by some one bidding for popularity, and gives the impression to the average loafer that life in a city is passed easily and he need not work hard for his sub sistence. But the loafer will find by ex perience that this is wrong. The death rate of cities is great. There is no prop er means of physical training. Social inequalities are much the greater there than in the country. The daily news papers become a necessity to every man. City life is thoroughly advertised by the press which makes a man think he must live there. Brigham. Dreamland. What is a dream V has long been a bone of contention among men. Some scientists tell us dreams are mental dis turbances produced from disordered stomachs. Others say they are the working of a too sensitive brain whilst the wearied body is resting in sleep. But sages of olden times deemed them the impressions left on the mind of conversations held by the spirit, whilst free of the requirements of the gross body. And it is possible that all are correct for each class of reasoners may have been arguing on a separate class of dream. Speaking for myself I have had acquaintance with all three kinds. After many a night of battles with wild beasts, dragons, bad men, or balls of lire, 1 have relized in the morning that there was an undesirable, undigested burden on my stomach. Once when a lad I had been one of twenty chess players who had simultaneously en gaged player Lowenthal. The game ended in a draw, triumph enough for a lad of seventeen. In my sleep I played the game through and. changing a move, won. Next day I suggested the change and its results to Herr Lowenthal who gave it careful analysis and pronounced the move sound and forceful of a win as followed out. Six years afterwards in India my favorite brother stood plainly by my bedside smiled at me and vanished. In the morning it only impressed me as a sweet and pleasant dream calling for no further thought. Six weeks or so later I heard the news of his death in the West Indies at about the time 1 had dreamed of him. Had I noted the date exactly I might now know as a fact that soul converses with soul when re leased from this mortal coil by sleep or death. Yet though it is a mere unau thentic coincidence, I remain impres sed that such communion is more than probable. History tells us of two note worthy dreams: That of Julius Caesar’s wife on the night prior to his assassina tion: That warning sent to Joseph which gave to the world the life and death of Christ. Since penning the above I have been told by one: “Several of the most im portant events of my life including my coming here were foreshadowed to me from dreamland. Yet so gross and dull were my imaginations that I did not construe their warning till con struction was to late. Another writes of a beautiful vision of the hereafter that remains impressed in vivid lines and flowing colors on his brain. This comes under the second class of dream theories, for he had dropped off to sleep pondering on the subject of Death and Beyond. A Slavish Job. Storekeeper: You say you are willing to work. Xow I want a man to lie in that patent bed all day, and show the people how comfortable it is. I’ll pay you*a dollar a day and your meals. Weary Wilkins: Do I have der meals fetched to me V Storekeeper: Xo. You can get them around the corner. Weary Wilkins (walking off in dis gust): An’ have ter git up an' walk around dere free times a day? Xot much! De oppressors of hones’ labor has got ter be downed.— Puck.