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UP AND DOWN THE COAST.1

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UP AND DOWN THE COAST. 1 A A ON SEQUITUR. First Old Villager—This here village is very un- healthy. Six people died last summer from fever, and there are several more ill. Second Old Villager--I don't believe it is un- healthy. I am ninety-eight, and you are not far be- hind, old man. First Old Villager—No, and we are not the only couple that are getting into years. Second Old Villarrer-I should think not indeed. Look at old Peggy Onetooth. She will never see three-and-tweuty again (and they laughed at the idea). How can a village be unhealthy when there are so many old people in it. First Old Villager—Of course. How can it ? Some people have no sense. If the place was unhealthy it would have killed us. I will never believe that any Tillage is unhealthy where so many old people are to be found. The young ones do die, but then there is nothing in the young people now a days. Second Old Villager—It is clear to me that the place is not unhealthy. They talk about Waterloo, and how many were killed there. I don't believe anybody was killed there. I know several old soldiers who were at Waterloo, and they were not killed. Why they killed ? Don't tell me about unhealthy villages and battles. Look at the old soldiers, and look at us There may be great wisdom in the foregoing scrap of conversation, but it is so deeply hidden that i cannot find it. Is the presence of old sheep a proof that no lambs were slain last spring ? NOT SO BAD AS IT LOOKS, NOR SO GOOD EITHER. It has long been the rule of my life to be happy NOW. To enjoy the PRESENT. I am very old, and have had the opportunity of learning wisdom by many other people's experience, so there is no credit due to me for anything I have found out, and I do not claim any. Of course there are moments of pain, such as when you are having a limb set, or a tooth drawn, but these moments are few. As a rule the present moment is tolerable. The pain lies mainly in the past or the future. That is just the way with pleasure. Few people are happy now, but they were happy yesterday—will be happy to-morrow. Non- sense. I am happy now—just this identical moment. The source of my happiness may be nothing more than mere consciousness of life but you may never know the ecstasy—the delirium of being aiive unless you sit still occasionally, and realize the fact. You do not get to know vou are alive by merely working or walk- ing or thinking, but by resting and remembering that this—this is life. The great thing is not to be rich, or powerful, or happy, but to be alive—fully alive: The greatest, and in fact the only sources of real pleasure are mine—my very own but they may be yours too. What is real pleasure It is to enjoy. Take, then, the fragments of pleasure contained in the fleeting moments and be mad with joy. Kings, rich men, the gifted of earth, are wretched unless they do this. The veriest caitiff that crawls the earth if he possesses the present is lord ef all. The blue sky is over head. Look at it. Think of blueness— of depth—of space. Think of it as it is—unchanged whan you were not. When you will not be—still unchanged. Look at it in the morning, and again in the still night. Gaze at it a long time—at the deep, receding, incomprehensible blue, and remember that you are aiive. Full, brimming over with life. Stop any moment in your life—anywhere, and set yourself to listen. Take note of the silence if you are alone. If men are talking, listen to them. They may be small men, talking about common things. Nevertheless mark well their words—turn them over in your mind, repeat them. Take the measure of the speech and of the subject—note what is said about it, and think of what is left unsaid. Dwell upon it when you get home. If the words were ever so common place, think about them, and they will grow beautiful, and the utterance of them will be- come a marvel, and the understanding of them will seem like a miracle. No man ever reaches the future, and no man can get away from the present. This is the truth that guides my life. You go to the Old Book and see what it says about NOW. Those are great meanings. Pain is not so very painful if you will take it moment by moment. I have known grief that would have slain me if it had not been taken just as it came, moment by moment. I see people seeking pleasure—preparing for enjoyment. I just take pleasure—just enjoy. They are going to be happier sometime else. I am not. This and no other is my time. Yesterday is gone I enjoyed it. To-day is mine, and will soon be a yesterday. I must suck it dry of all delight. To-morrow is with God. I do not count upon it. If it is given I will take it as a glad gift, but if not, well, I have lived, and my life has been wonderful. One day I* went out of a busy street—a street crowded with men and full of noise into a great ] cathedral—still and calm as the marble monuments s that clustered round the walls. The sudden sense of relief in the quietness was so great that there was a kind of thrill in my throat, and for some moments there was a mist on the monuments and the high roof was lost in cloud. Then I walked full of < reverence, on marble slabs under great arches and ] stone roofs, amid soft light from painted windows. The statues and groups pointed at me and made speeches to me, and sang songs to me, and did their s great deeds before me, and shouted their awful cries of deliverance for me, and slew the foes of Liberty and Truth before me. The cannon roared, the horses' hoofs clanged on the hard ground, the men cheered 1 and charged with faces set for death. Towns blazed and ships dived down into the deep amid confused noises of wind and sea. It was a strange thing to see all the heroes and martyrs who had been silent so many years start out of their places and live—and many of them were young, and nearly all of them were wounded, and some were in rags and were followed by hooting crowds who pelted them with stones and dragged them to scaffolds and blocks. And then I came to one corner where there wau a great singing so full and sweet that it drowned the roar of cannon, the cries of soldiers, and all the din of war. The song was made up of every poem, and was in praise of all those who had played their parts well in the world. It was a grand song, and reached up to the roof and filled all the place, and yet it was net very loud. Then I stood and listened closely, and the singing gave place to a sound of countless feet, and I knew that I heard the tread of all the millions who had walked those great spaces and looked at the monu- ments that I had looked at. Then I heard a soft sound like rain, and it was clear to me that that was the sound of falling tears from the eyes of those who would have done noble deeds if they had not been forced to live narrow lives. I passed into the street, and the jar of discord at once struck me like a blow but now at any moment I can enter that Cathedral and be as far a way as if I wese dead. WE ALL KNOW THEM. A writer says-" I know men whose pride in their office is almost as great as their unfitness for it, and whose unfitness can only be measured by the anxiety they manifested to obtain the places they fill so uu- worthily." PRINCIPLE AND INTEREST. The same writer says—" I am constantly discover. ing that I am not troubled about loss or defeat, but that I am greatly troubled, for their sakes, that my friends should think I am troubled. I think the irritation is caused by the low view of life that the bulk of one's acquaintances take. They believe in principle, but when principle gets the worst of it they seem to regret they did not resort to expedient." MANS WAY THROUGH THE WORLD. Here is a third quotation from the same writer. "The man who looks at life long and earnestly so that he may find his way through it as God would have him walk will one day find life illuminated. Until then he gazes only at darkness, but afterwards he sees a purpose and is at peace. When the fact has been realized that the dust of the world has been ground down through epochs, life widens beneath a man's feet and shows him a past eternity. How can the past eternity be conceived without his mind building up the future eternity ? There is one eternity and every man stands in the middle of it with his Now. The Coast. PERRY WINKLE.

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