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EIGHT Copyright. I9H. by ths Star Co. 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.