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cffi) THANKSGIVING THOUGHTS.
A most precious leg- WyLLJ acies, the most price less heritage left by —our forefathers are ‘Commemoration ~~£f£ Days,” and of these not the least as a po tent influence, and a 4F*HP powerful factor in shaping and mould ing national thoughts, character and action is Thanksgiving Day. First of all, it reminds Ameri cans, young and old, that their Puritan forefathers freely sacri ficed home, friends, wealth, com fort and happiness on the altar of liberty and justice; liberty of speech, liberty of worship, liberty of citizenship, and justice both in its administrative and executive capacity. Venturing across near ly an unknown sea, they laid the foundation of this mighty repub lic, placing as the foundation stone justice, liberty and righteousness, and in many instances* baptised that foundation with their life’s blood. To keep this fact ever fresh in the memory of each succeeding generation is an act of wisdom on the part of the government, for nothing will tend more to foster the cultivation and growth of the noble spirit and qualities possessed by their ancestors than for men to be constantly in such a manner re i minded of them. Such an anni versary celebrated in the manner iit is, leads the young to estimate the sterling qualities that animated the founders of this nation, and will tend to kindle within their - own hearts a desire and longing to • emulate them in their patriotism. The more we behold goodness and greatness, the more likely we are to assimilate it, and as the biog raphies of great men have mould ed and shaped other minds, so these anniversary days have a /tendency to instill true patriotism isinto the minds of all. There is no > one quality which is more in need • of cultivation than that embodied in Lincoln’s words, “With malice ; toward none, charity for all. With l firmness in the right as God gives •us to see the right; to stiive to do ; all that may aohieve and cherish a .just and lasting peace among our selves and with all nations.” If Thanksgiving Day in any de j gree tends to inoulcate such prin ciples and sentiments in young America, it will be worth celebrat ing, and will be a powerful factor in solving some of the hardest and most perplexing problems that confront America. Thanksgiving Day reminds us with no uncertain, unhesitating woice that be we never so skillful, talented, perseverant, determined to succeed* it is to God alone we owe the success of our toil and la bor; and in these days of agnosti cism and scepticism it is well to be reminded that tho Man is mighty he is not Almighty—while he may through his inventive gen ius and skill, his arduous toil, and untiring perseverance accomplish much, yet it is from the great “I Am” alone cometh the fruition of all our toil and thought, and that we owe all our gifts and blessings, •our successes and achievements to His goodness and loving kindness. Even the sages of old taught this great truth, for they sacrificed to “Ceres” and “Pomona,” by that act acknowledging their dependence on the gods. One of the prophets of old was asked, “Dost thou well to be an gry?” Changing the last word to “thankful,” is it not a fitting and appropriate question to America today? Truly and snrely the an- swer must be, Yea. First, for the great prosperity of the nation as a nation. Well may America be both thankful and proud in either a retrospective or prospective glance. 1803! Since then what mighty strides with her commer cial and national seven leagued boots she has made! Would it not have tasked the skill of one of the prophetic seers of old to have prog nosticated a century ago such a wonderful, glorious, eventful pe riod in the nation’s history? 1803! A young, struggling republic, liv ing one may say from hand to mouth; banking account small, credit ditto; standing alone in the world, and the gulf which their principles and doctrines had made which separated andinsolated them from the sympathy and help of any other nation, seemingly im possible. 1903. What a marvel ous change! As if some mighty magician had waved his wand. Now no nation be she ever so great but deems it an honor to do America some favor. Today some of her citizens own nearly as much as the wealth of combined Europe lOOyearsago. Then her commerce! Go where you will, Siberia or Pat agonia, Nova Zembla or Van Die man’s Land, American goods and manufactures stare us in the face. Dost thou well to be thankful? Yea, verily, answer a thousand cit ies from ocean to ocean, on whose brow is written in letters of gold, “prosperity,” and whose marble buildings and palatial homes re echo the cry. Verily, yea, verily, is repeated in thunderous reverbera tions from ponderous hammers and cyclopean machinery; or is shrieked forth in the whirling sound of a million looms as they produce to the gaze of an astonishing world those fairy-like fabrics. Verily, yea, verily, reiterates in shrill treb le tones the iron road, as it speeds onward its myriads of travellers aod tons of merchandise from East, West, North and South. Verily, yea, verily, is the answer signaled from the pieoes of gay bunting floating in the air from thousands of masts flying the stars and stripes in every port and harbor of civili zation. Verily, yea, verily, is re eohoed by numberless youthful voices from schools and colleges as in their youthful enthusiasm they add their testimony to the truth so potent to all. Thankful are they for such glorious institutions, for the training and equipment pro vided for them to fight the battle of life. And well may America’s crowning glory—her educational institutions —lift up their hearts and voices in praise and thankful ness. Yes, whatever cause there may be for regrets, for mistakes made, follies committed, orimes perpe trated, opportunities neglected; there is after all —yes, and above all —much to be thankful for. Is it not a subject for thankful ness that America is a country in which there is a larger degree of liberty than anywhere else on the face of the globe? If the Amer ican only exercises prudence, per severance, straightforwardness and manliness, there awaits him a life of satisfying comforts and happi ness, and tho he may not be a Rockefeller, he may sit under his own vine and fig tree, and none to say him nay. Today the Ameri can workingman is in the van of the world’s working foroes. What he has done, and is about to do, makes the world stand agape in astonishment and wonder. As was said of Agustus, “He found Rome brick and left it marble,” so of the American workman it may be said that a generation ago they found their country prairie and wood and they made it the granary and or chard of the world. This holiday is certainly cele brated at an appropriate time. Na ture is now doffing her summer robes for garments of more sober and somber hue; the cerulean sky is now assuming a leaden grey; winds begin to chant the requiem of picnic pleasures and as they sigh through the leafless branches they seem like the funeral march of a sun oner’s burial. Nature changes h«r note to a minor key and seems io weep o’er departed joys, and as man seems inclined to follow her footsteps*, is it not wise to infuse in to our serious, sorrowful moods the wine of our thankful musings? And as one is apt to be affected by those characters or qualities one thinks and meditates upon, which act and react upon one’s mental, moral and physical natures, so the commemorating of Thanksgiving Day will have a comforting, heart cheering effect—an ennobling and uplifting one, enabling us to see and acknowledge the golden lining to our past dark clouds, both na tional and personal, thereby im planting in each heart thankful ness to Him, who in the darkest hour of the nation’s life gave us a pillar of fire to lead us out of our dangers, sorrows and perplexities. Then it will kindle in our hearts a humble trust in Him and a prayer to Him, to be yet in the future both of ourselves and nation the beacon on our stormy sea, to guide us safe to eternity. Methinks one hears a pessimis tic voice within these walls ex claim: “What is all this to me? What have I to be thankful for?” Again one says, much, verily much. Chiefly that such days are so com memorated, for to the spirit that instituted such days, we here owe a debt of gratitude that beggars one. That spirit has done more to humanize and to eradicate the inhumanities and cruelties of such institutions of bygone years than all other factors together, and to that spirit one here is indebted for nearly all the startling contrasts of ourselves and those in other lands similarly situated where the spirit is absent. That national sympathy for us which is embodied in so many different ways, those fre quent examples we have of justice clothing herself in the mantle of meroy, the many channels by which love pours in here of her wine and oil, —all, all are the out come of the spirit of this and past Thanksgiving Days. * Is it not also a cause of thank fulness that we have a chance of rising from our dead past to a brighter, truer, nobler and happier life? That each day here is but a preparing and fitting of ourselves for the future beyond? And this Thanksgiving, carrying us back in mind to the first, we remember how that day of mourning, fasting and sorrow, the darkest hour of young America’s history, became through God’s merciful providence, its brightest. So to us, our night of weeping may become our morn ing of joy and rejoicing, and the sorrow and gloom of the present may be the gateway to a new life of honor, peace and prosperity. An Irish Courtship. “Will ye marry me, Nora dar lint? v The words were addressed to pretty Nora Dwyer, by Barney Monahan. Everybody admitted that Nora was as pretty an Irish colleen as one could wish to see, and tho she was only a domestic in a mansion on millionaires’ row, it did not detract a particle from her good looks. Admirers she had by the score, worthy young fellows every one of them, and tho each one was willing to lay his fortune at her feet for the honor of calling her wife, she gently but firmly re fused the honor. 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Barney was a young fellow of good appearance and with a brogue as thick as a London fog; he was a jovial whole-souled fellow, fond of a good time, and like the world in general he meant to have it, without regard to the cost. Barney’s home drive was scien tifically side-stepped by Nora’s: “Will I what?” “Will ye marry me?” says Barney. “ ‘Will I jine thear-rmy?’ says you; not if I know it!’’ “Ah! thin darlint give me a ray son why ye won’t have me, and if it’s a sensible one I’ll try and abide by it.” “My reason is a simple one, and is this: I think it is bad enough for a girl to have to work out, but for a married woman to do other work than is to be found in her own house I think a shame, and Barney, dear, considering your ability to spend money, if I mar ried you I’d be as bad, if not worse off than I am now.” “Right ye are me jew’l! Devil a bit do I blame ye fer holding such views. But, Nora aviok, I’m after asking yer pardon fer having deceived ye. Sure I’m not what I represmted meself to be at all, at all. Sure if the girruls knew the money I had they’d niver rest, night or day, till they had hooked me; faith the rayson I left ould Ireland was because the girruls were falling all over thimselves to get at me; sure that’s the rayson I’m running about in working min’s clothes, fer fear the girruls will get wise to the fact that I’m a moneyed mon; if they iver do God help me fer I’ll niver know what rift manes. Whispers now! An ould uncle died some time ago and lift me an eshtate worruth millions, and tho fer the presint, that is I mane after the honey moon, we’ll have to put up with the Waldorf Ashtoria ’till I kin form me plans as to what koind of a mansion I’ll build on the avenoo, still it will be only fer a short—” But here Barney’s fertile imagina tion was interrupted by a merry peal of laughter, and a, “Ah, Bar ney ye rogue, ’tis you that has the smooth tongue. G’wan wid ye now, and don’t be tazeing the life out of a poor girl wid yer blarney.” For Barney, like the rest of his il lustrious countrymen, had some time or other oome in oontact with S. D. the blarney stone, and the fairies of Blarney Castle had gifted him with an eloquence that was at times both charming and irresist able. “Is it laughing at me, ye are?” “Oh no, Barney dear, I’m not laughing at you.” “Faith then it’s meself, Nora darlint, that cud ride in me own goold car, on me own private rail road if I had the mind. As I was after saying, Nora me jew’l, if ye’ll only say the worrud, I’ll start me preparations to build the foin est cashel ye iver seen, with every floor lined with goold and precious stones, and the devil a bit of wor ruk will ye have to do fer the rest of yer life. Faith, it’s a queen ye’ll be with yer silks and satins, and yer diamonds and rubies galore; sure it’s yerself will be the lovli est—” But here Nora’s laughter got en tirely beyond her control, and Bar ney was obliged to go to her as sistance, and through some acci dent or other, his arm slipped around her waist, but whether she said the “worrud,” or not, I’ll leave you to guess. 5683. JV Great Sunday ltlagaxine. Not only is the news of the whole world covered with unexam- pled fullness in the Sunday issues of the Chioago Record-Herald, but every edition embraoes also an ex ceedingly choice assortment of illustrated special articles ranking with the highest products of our best magazines. Such well-known and popular writers as William E. Curtis and Walter Wellman and Frank G. Carpenter are regular contributors to the Chicago Sun day Record-Herald. 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