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Great Britain Right Reserved.
A* you glance at thin picture a man
ie born and a man die* Before you
liniah reading this page many hu
man beings will have come to thla
earth to begin the life oT struggle and
trouble, and many will have died and
gone an dark uncertainty.
We arc born in tain, and between
birth and doatn, atruKKling, pain,
ceaseless efofrt and a little pleaaure
fill up the few yeara
You look upon the day a* the Sun
riaea it is a beautiful earth Wide
fields, a wonderful sky, grandeur,
mystery and beauty beyond the fee
ble comprehension of man
The earth roils round, the Sun
rises higher, then goes down, and the
night comes—and that la the end of
the day
And ao man is bom into this world
of possibility and struggle i into
rolls on as the earth rolls, and the
night comes and death Tfiat U the
end of min t day.
We put thla picture and this edito
rial before you on this Sunday morn
ing a athe ancients put the grinning
skull before their guests at tne ban
quet—bringing bark to mind the fact
that Time is passing, and that now
Is the time tor work.
The akull at the feast oT the an
cients was supposed to say. "ENJOY
YOURSELVES TODAY FOR TO
MORROW YOU DIE”
A picture of this kind is Intended
to say to you. WORK NOW AND HE
MEN WORTHY OF YOUR INHERI
TANCE. FOR SOON YOU ARE
GONE ANI) YOl’H CHANCE OONr.
WITH YOU.
Time and Tide, irresistible, regular,
remoraeleas, follow the laws of the
universe.
No power of will, no change of act
ion in those eostnlc forces
And man. the pigmy, with his cjd
acious spirit, hie will power, his piti
ful yearning ambitions and hope*
poor, little, thinking creature that he
it—floats through endless space on
his planet, which is only a grain of
dust and be its Invisible inhabitant
A man can look at this earth In
such deep despair and awe us to
make life and effort seen) not worth
whiie
He may alt helpless at the current*
of Time and Tide and wait apathetic
to be swept into nothingness.
But there Is fortunately, anotuer
way of looking at this earth, at his
life, and mn’s destiny.
A man may say to himself:
“1 am tiny and Teeble, this earth is
huge and this universe infinite. But
“TIME AND TIDE”
The Tides of the Ocean —and the Endless Sweeping Current of Time—These Forces
No Man Resists, No Man Controls. Time and Tides Sweep On—and Man With Them.
The Timid Mind Stands in Awe , Helpless. The Stronger Mind Says: “l Will Work
in Time's Current, Struggle Against the Tide and Do What Little I May."
on this OHrth I am the only being that
THINKS Feeble as I am, 1 AM
RULER and CONTROLLER OF THIS
PLANET.
"Time will destroy m body. Time
will destroy this planet, and destroy
that Sun that lights the planet.
"Hut time will not destroy thought,
the spirit of consciousness within roe.
My m int will outlive those mountains
of rock. And weak as I am the
thought within me will be at work
somewhere In this universe, when
that ocean will have gone hack to
gas, lost Its form and power.
"Time rushes on. but 1. the man,
go with It The time in which 1 now
worlf and strugggle is MY TIME. A
million of years ago. tn some other
form perhaps on some other planet
—the force wtthin me- never created
and never destrojed was already at
work.
And It will be at work when every
thing that Is visible In this corner of
the universe, from the pale star dust
of the milky way to the dirt beneath
ray feet, shall have disappeared and
lost lta form '
Man may say to himself, "Time and
Tide do not wait. It ts true; but I go
w ith them and I shape them "
Feeble bands, guided by the power
ful though of man. have power to
unite the tldi-s of the Atlantic and the
l*ac|tlc o< cans, cutting a continent in
two.
The times change, as we put It. be
cause MAN changes and the times
change with him.
One Powerful man in one lifetime
which is less than the millionth
part of a second in the life of our
solar system—can give expression to
human thought, causing changes that
will affect the earth and its inhabi
tants for a million years to come.
You see one man floating with a
desperate expression on his face,
swept away with the swift current of
an ebb tide. You pity him and his
w eaklless
You see another man fighting
against that same power tide with
strong strokes and an expression ot
courage and determination —and you
see a different being and have a dif
ferent leellng
Every human being is a man pull
ing against the tide.
Time sweeping us into the grave,
forces that we do not control, work
against us.
Weaknesses Inherited five hundred
thousand years ago pull ns down.
Hut it rests with us whether we
shall he courageous and determined
swimmers, or feeble, frightened, hope
less.
Time will last forever, and you—
that ts to say, the spark of thought
in your brain will also lust forever.
Matter and force are Indestructible.
l<ook at your hands. They are made
up of various elements—and tney will
last forever, but IN ANOTHER
FORM. The hand may he burnt in
the fire. It may rot In the grave—
it cannot he destroyed
And so it is with force. The light
of the Sun. the flame of the candle,
the heat of a coal fire may change
its character, but you cannot destroy
it. Matter and force are Indestructi
ble
And above matter and above force,
ruling them, applying force to matter,
and controlling tills globe, is the In
destructible spirit oT man.
All there ts in you that spark of
thought, the power in your brain
which enables you to combine matter
and force. WITH THOUGHT, anl
carry on your work.
Matter and force are indestructible,
and thought, which controls them
both, is also indestructible. That is
the controlling, encouraging thought
for man.
He cannot control Time, but he cau
go with it. and know that he has al
ways been with it.
He cannot help his own littleness,
the feebleness with which his spirit
talks through an imperfect brain and
an imperfect body, only recently come
up from animal life.
And upon tins plauet he la su
preme. /
THE AUGUSTA HERALD. AUGUSTA. GA.
He knows that HE RULES HERE.
This is HIS earth, and a fine inher
itance it is.
He has a rigtu to believe in all the
possibilities of the future. He know’s
that, weak as lie is. he can measure
Infinite space, manage this one plan
et. realize the wonder of the infinite.
And lie has the right to hope that on
a better planet, wilh u better holy
and a fuller expression of the power
within him, the brain so weak and
tlie spirit so weak here will find pow
er in proportion to the environment
as far above man's present powers as
the Sun is far from this earth.
All we need is courage. And that
courage can be found in study of the
past. We call the man today weak
and feeble He Is ft giant in power
compared with the man of two centu
ries ago. He Is a magician, A GOD,
compared with the man of a hundred
thousand years ago.
Our ancestors cringed, fell upon
their faces, or muttered ignorant
prayers, when they saw the lightning
flash.
We have tnken the lightning,
brought it down from Heaven, har
nessed it up and said to It, "Take
me home, and hurry,"
And the lightning that THEY feared
is our slave, und the thunder that
filled our ancestors with terror is to
us merely a noise easily explained.
And the ecli; so that sent the brutal
multitude with chattering teeth Into
the churches is foretold by us. and is
as simple to tis as the phenomenon
of a child passing In Iront of tne lamp
that lights our book.
Man need only know how horrible.
Ignorant, superstitious and degraded
his past has been to look forward with
courage and every hope into the fu
ture.
We are Teeble. for we have only
BEGUN to live on this planet.
We are ignorant and brutal, for we
are removed bv a few hundred thou
sand years at most from the animals
that preceded us here.
But the Sun will give out light for
millions of years to come.
And this earth will travel in that
light and heat during those millions
of years, and man will develop, going
higher and higher in thought and pow
ed as the thousands of centuries go
by.
No man has imagination enough to
conceive what man is destined to be;
no religion hag ever painted a God
with powers equal to the power that
man will possess on this planet be
fore the times comes to leave it.
And when we leave here there are
millions of other suns and satellites
destined to be the habitations of
thought.
HOW MOTHER MADE
BREAD—AND NOW
By Edwin Markham.
Dr Scott Nearing, of tne University
of Pennsylvania, always has an il
luminating view of the problems ot
tne hour, in his "Social Sanity,” a
volume just sent out by the Moirat,
Yard Co., of New York City, h<> gives
this vignette of the different ways of
preparing our daily bread today and
yesterday:
"As late as 1830, In a now pros
perous section of New York state,
the farmer's boy rose with the datvn,
hitched a team of oxen to a wagon
loaded with sacks of wheat and
started for the mill. AH of that day
he travelled, and In the late after
noon reached a town in which there
was a mill. The next day the mil.er.
a long, pale man. poured this wheat
into his hopper, taking as hia toll one
bag in every four; and the farmer's
boy loading the flour into his wagon,
made ready for an early start the next
day.
"By nightfall he was at home again
w-ith his wheat transformed into flonr.
Tnen his mother, making her own
yeast and potato water, kneaded and
set her bread over night, and in the
morning the boy built a hot fire in the
old stove oven, heated the stones well,
raked out the fire and put the bread
In its place to be baked.
"How different the process today!
The wheat, carried In a freight car
front Dakota to Minneapolis, is con
verted into flour and shipped by rail
And wp will live upon them and
work upon them.
We need not be discouraged by our
own littleness, by the frightful
thought of endless time or intinite
space.
For the brain of a man that can
radiate thought, create will, is as won
derful in the world of sprit as is the
atom of radium in the world of mat
ter.
Realize that your duty is to work,
think, study, drive yourself and drive
out fear.
Then old Time will not frighten
you as he passes swiftly through the
hours of light. And the darkness ot
the eud will not frighten you when it
comes.
to Buffalo. There is goes to o baker,
is tested, and turned Into a machine
which automatically measures the
proper quantities of the various In
gredients, mixes them, kneads them,
divides them Into loaves, and de
livers them to the oven.
“In one day this child of human
ingenuity makes fifty thousand loaves
of bread It Is tended by five boys
who merely watch the machine to see
that all goes right The reaper, the
thresher, the elevator, the railroad
the mill —all of these, and all of the
tlrfmsands of tools and appliances
which make them possible—are the
product of half a century. During
the progress of an ordinary life, the
whole world of industry has been
transformed through the process of
industrial evolution."
HER QUANDARY.
■‘Yes,” the new woman remarked. “I
am greatly troubled."
"By what?"
"Well. I want to get married just to
prove that I can, and I don’t want to
get married Just to prove that I don't
need It. If I don't, they'll say I can't;
If I Ido. they'll say I have no more in
depedence than any other woman.'-
Stray Stories.
SUNDAY. MARCH 22.
More Truth
Than Poetry
All Thing* Have Their Use*.
A’assar girls are sliding down hill In
oishpans. Thus higher education en
ables young women to find a purpose
for everything.
A Man Ahead of His Time.
■'Father," said young George Wash
ington. “I cut down the cherry tree,
but re-forestration has been resorted
to, and in a few years two trees will
grow where one grew before.”
Confirming a Suspicion.
The Appellate Division of the Su
preme Court has derided that aviation
is a hazardous undertaking. Which
makes this opinion unanimous.
And Some of Them Are in Cuba.
There are 3,500,000 goats in Spaip.
Spain exported several million to this
country in 1898. *
The March of Prohibition.
Astronomers tell us that the Rig
Dipper is soon to disappear. Since the
South went dry we are willing to be
lieve anything of that kind.
Crowding the Limit.
I see that queen bees are only ad
mitted to the parcel post. Is it be
cause the female of this species goes
more readily through the mall? D. D.
Has His Hand Lost Its Cunning?
Senor Villa, it appears, did not kill
Senor Castillo nearly as dead as he
said he did.
As They Do It at the Metropolitan
A concert notice in New Rochelle
concludes with: "Free Discussion by
the Audience." Which promises that
an enjoyable time will be had by all
those present.
A Little Too Much.
We believe in giving the stern daugh
ter of the voice of God every opportu
nity to correct the wrongdoings of the
world, but making Mr. Sulzer pay for
his own Impeachment seems just a
little oit rough.
What’s a Poor Grafter to Do?
The minute a man declines an Im
munity bath he gets into hot water.
The Man Who Has Found the Fiunt.
If Ponce de Leon should return to
this country in search of his magio
spring, we would suggest that he at
once hire a detective agency to follow
Charles W. Morse about the country.
But They Fired Him Just the Same.
A tardy office boy who works In the
fifty-sixth story of the Woolworth
Building pave as an excuse that the
elevator was three-quarters of an
hour late. He must reside somewhere
along the line of the New Haven.
Sure He’s for It.
Among the advocates of despotism
in the Police Commissioner's office is
Mr William Devery. who's tried i»
and found it the real goods.