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HOW DID YOU DIE?
Grant at Ft. Donelson demanded unconditional and immediate surrender. At Appomattox he offered as lenient terms as victor ever extended to vanquished. Why the difference? The one event was at the beginning of the war, when the enemy's morale must be shaken. The other was at the end of the conflict, when a brave and noble adversary had been rendered helpless. In his quiet way Grant showed himself one of nature's gentlemen. He also taught a great lesson. No honor can be too great for the man, be he even our foe, who has steadily and uncomplainingly done his very best-and has failed.
tackle that trouble that came your way
a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?
Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that!
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there-that's disgrace.
The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce'
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts;
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you played your part in the world of men,
Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?
Dodge Publishing Co.
Edmund Vance Cooke.
A LESSON FROM HISTORY
To break the ice of an undertaking is difficult. To cross on broken ice, as Eliza did to freedom, or to row amid floating ice, as Washington did to victory, is harder still. This poem applies especially to those who are discouraged in a struggle to which they are already committed.
EVERYTHING'S easy after it's done;
Every battle's a "cinch" that's won;
Though the river was full of ice
Being human, same as you,
And Washington crossed the Delaware!
So when you're with trouble beset,
And look at them. Just do the thing;
RABBI BEN EZRA
To some people success is everything, and the easier it is gained the better. To Browning success is nothing unless it is won by painful effort. What Browning values is struggle. Throes, rebuffs, even failure to achieve what we wish, are to be welcomed, for the effects of vigorous endeavor inweave themselves into our characters; moreover through struggle we lift ourselves from the degradation into which the indolent fall. In the intervals of strife we may look back dispassionately upon what we have gone through, see where we erred and where we did wisely, watch the workings of universal laws, and resolve to apply hereafter what we have hitherto learned.
welcome each rebuff
THEN at turns earth's smoothness rough,
Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go!
Strive, and hold cheap the strain;
Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge
For thence, a paradox
Which comforts while it mocks,
Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail:
And was not, comforts me:
A brute I might have been, but would not sink
i' the scale.
So, still within this life,
Though lifted o'er its strife,
Let me discern, compare, pronounce at last,
That acquiescence vain:
The Future I may face now I have proved the
For more is not reserved
To man, with soul just nerved
To act to-morrow what he learns to-day:
The Master work, and catch
Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's
The last invitation anybody would accept is "Come, let us weep together." If we keep melancholy at our house, we should be careful to have it under lock and key, so that no one will observe it.
I've no use for you, by Golly!
Not for that I mean to hoard you,
With your sniffling, snuffling folly,
Permission of the Author.
John Kendrick Bangs.
THE LION PATH
Admiral Dupont was explaining to Farragut his reasons for not taking his ironclads into Charleston harbor. "You haven't given me the main reason yet," said Farragut. "What's that?" "You didn't think you could do it." So the man who thinks he can't pass a lion, can't. But the man who thinks he can, can. Indeed he oftentimes finds that the lion isn't really there at all.
Look! the road is very dark-
There's something crept across the road just now!
Go there, through that live darkness, hideous
Comes one who dares.
Afraid at first, yet bound
He dared a death of agony—
From "In This Our World,"
Charlotte Perkins Gilman,