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And the ruin of worlds that fall he views from eternal
arches, And rides God's battlefield in a flashing and golden car.
Sheamus O Sheel. From "The Lyric Year," Mitchell Kennesley.
As necessity is the mother of invention, strong desire is the mother of attainment.
go out and fight for it,
Berton Braley. From "Things As They Are,” Copyright, 1916, George H. Doran Co., Publishers.
PLAY THE GAME
The Duke of Wellington said that the battle of Waterloo was won on the cricket fields of Eton. English sport at its best is admirable; it asks outward triumph if possible, but far more it asks that one do his best till the very end and treat his opponent with courtesy and fairness. The spirit thus instilled at school has again and again been carried in after life into the large affaits of the nation.
HERE'S a breathless hush in the Close
An hour to play and the last man in.
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
“Play up! Play up! And play the game !"
The sand of the desert is sodden red
Red with the wreck of a square that broke;
And the regiment's blind with dust and smoke.
And England's far and Honor a name,
"Play up! Play up! And play the game!”
This is the word that year by year,
While in her place the School is set,
And none that hears it dare forget.
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
"Play up! Play up! And play the game!"
From "Admirals All, and Other Verses,"
THE MAN WHO FRETS AT WORLDLY STRIFE
"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" exclaims Puck in A Midsummer Night's Dream. And well might the fairy marvel who sees folk vexing themselves over matters that nine times out of ten come to nothing. Much wiser is the man who smiles at misfortunes, even when they are real ones and affect him personally. Charles Lamb once cheerfully helped to hiss off the stage a play he himself had written.
"HE man who frets at worldly strife
Grows sallow, sour, and thin;
Is one perpetual grin:
He smiles when others sigh,
And laughs though wet or dry.
There's fun in everything we meet,
The greatest, worst, and best;
And every speech a jest:
So, come what may, the man's in luck
Who turns it all to glee,
Joseph Rodman Drake.
Calmness of mind to face anything the future may have in store is expressed in this quatrain.
ERE'S a sigh to those who love me
And a smile to those who hate;
An optimist has been described as a man who orders oysters at a restaurant and expects to find a pearl to pay the bill with. This of course is not optimism, but brazen brainlessness. Yet somehow the pearls come only to those who expect them.
YEAR ain't been the
very best ;
Purty hard by trouble pressed;
Maybe craps way short; the rills
Where we planted roses sweet
P’r'aps the buildin' that we planned
Maybe flowers we hoped to save
That we'll see the mornin' light-
Frank L. Stanton. Printed in and permission from “The Atlanta Constitution."
CLEON AND I
Toward the end of the yacht race in which the America won her historic cup the English monarch, who was one of the spectators, inquired: "Which boat is first?” “The America seems to be first, your majesty,” replied an aide. “And which is second ?” asked the monarch. “Your majesty, there seems to be no second.” So it is in the race for happiness. The man who is natural, who is open and kind of heart, is always first. The man who is merely rich or sheltered or proud is not even a good second.
LEON hath a million acres, ne'er a one have I;
Cleon hath a dozen fortunes, not a penny I;
Cleon, true, possesses acres, but the landscape I;
Cleon is a slave to grandeur, free as thought am I;
Cleon sees no charm in nature, in a daisy I;