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The spirit that has tamed this continent is the spirit which says, "Press on." It appeals, not so much to men in the mass, as to individuals. There is only one way for mankind to go forward. Each individual must be determined that, come what will, he will never quail or recede.
RESS ON! Surmount the rocky steps,
Climb boldly o'er the torrent's arch;
He wins who dares the hero's march.
Tramp on eternal snows its way,
Press on! If once and twice thy feet
Press on! If Fortune play thee false
The wisdom of the present hour
Makes up the follies past and gone;
We all have a philosophy of life, whether or not we formulate it. Does it end in self, or does it include our relations and our duties to our fellows? General William Booth of the Salvation Army was once asked to send a Christmas greeting to his forces throughout the world. His life had been spent in unselfish service; over the cable he sent but one word-OTHERS.
HIS is my creed: To do some good,
To bear my ills without complaining,
To press on as a brave man should
For honors that are worth the gaining;
By winning them, bring grief to others;
This is my creed: To close my eyes
To little faults of those around me;
Some better than the morning found me;
To cross no river until I reach it;
Before I follow those who preach it.
This is my creed: To try to shun
The sloughs in which the foolish wallow;
To lead where I may be the one
Whom weaker men should choose to follow.
To keep my standards always high,
To find my task and always do it;
S. E. Kiser.
S. E. Kiser.
"We must_all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately," Benjamin Franklin is reported to have said at the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
There is a deceptive glamour about mere bigness. Quality may accompany quantity, but it need not. In fact good things are usually done up in small parcels. "I could eat you at a mouthful," roared a bulky opponent to the small and sickly Alexander H. Stephens. "If you did," replied Stephens quietly, "you'd have more brains in your belly than ever you had in your head.”
IT is not growing like a treetter be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night-
DAYS OF CHEER
Edison says that genius is two parts inspiration, ninety-eight parts perspiration. So happiness is two parts circumstance, ninety-eight parts mental attitude.
Kep' his spirits jest like wine,
"Feelin' fine"-I hope he'll stay
Sech as you could have or me
O'er th' thorns and "feelin' fine."
From "Tales of the Trail,"
E. P. Dutton & Co.
James W. Foley.
DEY'S JES' TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE "Know yourself," said the Greeks. "Be yourself," bade Marcus Aurelius. "Give yourself," taught the Master. Though the third precept is the noblest, the first and second are admirable also. The second is violated on all hands. Yet to be what nature planned us to develop our own natural selves-is better than to copy those who are wittier or wiser or otherwise better endowed than we. Genuineness should always be preferred to imitation.
EY'S jes' two kinds of people dat inhabit dis ol' earth: Dey ain't de high or low ones for dat's jes' a fact of birth;
It ain't how rich or poor dey is dat sets de two apart, Tho' lots of folks is fooled dat way when money's won their heart;
'Tain't even what de preachers say about de bad and good Dat makes de downright diff'runce if de matter's under
De one ting dat divides 'em-nothin' else don't count a bit
Is wedder folks is genuine or only counterfeit.
De first ones is de real kind, dey allus ring true blue; Don't have to be suspicious dat such folks is foolin' you. De udder kind is hollow tho' dey may look like a saint; Dey's all de time pretendin' to be somethin' dat dey ain't. Give me de man dat's jes' hisself an' I will know his worth, But I don't like de udder sort round my part of de earth. Anonymous.