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Wednesday, October 5, 2016

The Writings of Adam Ickes 1879-1883, Part 2

Education


Instruction is that part of education which furnishes the mind with knowledge; and it is not the work of a day or a year, but of a life time.

He who undertakes to reach the goal of learning at one grand leap, will meet bitter disappointment.  It is only attained by long years of hard and patient toil, self-denial and a determination to succeed.

“Knowledge is power” and power is a mighty agent.  Some men whom the world call great have used it until they reached fame[‘]s highest pinnacle, and at last fell victims of their own folly.  Alexander, who after having climbed the dizzy heights of his ambition and with his temples bound with chaplets dipped in the blood of many nations, looked down upon a conquered world and wept that there was not another world for him to conquer, set a city on fire and died in a scene of debauch.

Hannibal, after having put to flight the armies of Rome, “the mistress of the world”, and stripped the golden rings from the fingers of her slaughtered nights and made her very foundations quake fled from his country and died at last, by poison administered by his own hands, unlamented and unwept in a foreign land. 

Caesar, after having conquered 800 cities, and dyed his garments in the blood of one million of his foes was miserably assassinated by those he considered as his nearest friends.

Bonaparte, after having filled the earth with the error of his name, after having deluged Europe with tears and blood, closed his days in lonely banishment.

We place in contrast, the lives and death of such men as Martin Luther, Gustavus, Adolphus, George Washington and Abraham Lincoln and we might mention a host of others, who stood as the representatives of all those whom the world call great.  We propose first, briefly to consider the objects of education and second the necessity.

A person growing to a certain age must appear in the world; he can no longer hide himself at school nor withdraw behind the curtain.  He must step boldly out upon the stage, start forward and become something.  What that something is to be, education only can surmise.  A man must act; whether he is necessitated to labor for his maintenance, or is freed by fortune from all apprehension, and all constrained exertion, yet he must act.  It is the intent of education to education (sic.) to enable him to act rightly, honorably & successfully.  A man coming into life is doomed to suffer in various shapes of sorrow.  Youth may fancy life one scene of gayety; but reality and fancy differ very widely.  If education has been rightly conducted, it will teach a man to suffer with dignity with honor and with profit.

The man launches into life and will be exactly or very nearly what his actual education purposed.  It is well when youth starts forward well guarded amply stored and properly stimulated, and prospers in manhood by actual success in his station whatever it may be.  The dreary hours of learning will then be recollected with pleasure, and the labor will be abundantly repaid.

The alternative will show this importance in a still clearer light.  The man forced into action obliged to take some prominent station, may fail to fill it properly; may fail notwithstanding his best endeavors, and become unsuccessful in all his pursuits.  To fail for want of knowing what education would have taught him, would be great disgrace; but to fail when conscious of talents exerted, and carefulness ever active, will take away from a man’s own mind and from the opinions of bystanders, all that is disgraceful.  He may even gain honor by the exertions made to prevent adversity.

In this country where we have a system of public instruction it aims in a broad sense, not only to make men better and more useful in the sphere in which it finds them, but if possible to lift them up to a higher one.  It is the special aim as I understand its functions to reach its hand down to the homes of the poorest and lowliest among us, and proffer help to those who toil on our farms, or in our shops, furnaces, forests & mines – help in the shape of increased skill, better taste, more enlarged views, purer pleasures and in an inspiration that longs and strives for something higher and nobler.

There is no way by which working men as a class are so likely to improve their condition as by increasing their knowledge.  Knowledge and skill combined bring better opportunities for work, higher wages, and more honorable position in society.  Further, a rightly directed education, inculcates habits of industry, economy, sobriety, and instills the deeper principles of honor & honesty; and these, it is universally acknowledged, lie at the foundation of all true success in life.

Working men, in no part of the world, ever made themselves better off by making war upon other classes of society, by violent strikes for higher wages, by the destruction of property, by carrying into effect those communistic theories, which threaten a political revolution that would end in universal anarchy.

Ideas and opinions of that kind must be uprooted and supplanted by those higher & nobler thoughts that in this country we have a free and equal chance of success in life, if we are only willing to make an effort to attain that success.  It must be admitted however that labor has not been fairly treated, that men were not born to be mere beasts of burden, that a reform is imperatively demanded, that will alleviate the poverty and distress prevailing among the working classes; and here we take it as a field in which a system of public instruction has an opportunity of showing its power as an agency organized in the interest of humanity.  We are aware that many children remain away from school on account of books or proper clothing.  Certainly these can be provided in some way.  Other children who are compelled to remain out of the ordinary schools to work should be provided with night schools.  Industrial schools should be established because they are needed to supply the place of the old apprentice system which has almost become a thing of the past.  They would open the way for the employment of the young who now for want of something to do, contract habits of idleness and vice.

A large proportion of the crime of the country, as shown by statistics, is committed by young men without trades.  The highest aim and object of education is to train the head the heart and the hand of every girl and boy in the land, that they may become intelligent fathers and mothers, ornaments to society, useful to their fellowmen, and faithful and devoted citizens of their country.

The necessity of education is very manifest in all the trades and professions.  Horace Greeley said, ‘the working man is by so much the more productive, the more his intellect is cultivated.  Property is most deeply interested in the diffusion of education.  There is not a farm, not a bank, not a work-shop, not a store whose income is not greater, if it is situated in a locality where the population is intelligent and moral.”

Daniel Webster said, “We hope and our confidence in the permanence of our government reposes on that hope that by means of the schools, the political edifice will be defended against open violence and sudden ruin, as well as against the slow and secret but not less destruction action of license.”
When a nation has for forty years abandoned the direction of its affairs to a class of men unequal to the task it is not the work of a day to repair the evil.  It must be the gradual action of time and education, the elevating the rising generations higher, that the number of dupes will be gradually diminished.  Those who are yet too confident in their country for anything to shake their faith in the grand destiny of the union, see in the school, one of the glories of America, which it is important to preserve in all its lustre.  The more despondent say, “if this country can by saved at all, it will be by its schools”.  The conditions of labor are such that a certain degree of scholarship is essential to success.  Whether we speak of the industries, commerce or agriculture, whether we consider the business man, or the laborer each in his sphere succeeds almost in proportion to his intelligence and knowledge.  Here nobody finds his whole career already determined for him when he sets out in life.  In the old world it is not a rare sight to see the sons for several generations in succession follow the profession of their fathers, not so in the U.S.  The spirit of taking the lead, of enterprise, of adventure is the necessary mainspring of this new civilization; not American if not go ahead.

Labor without this stimulus commands but a moderate compensation; the humble prospect of a busy life, sufficient in itself from day to day is not the American ideal.  No people works harder, but none also is more anxious to obtain the greatest price for its work.  That which Europeans reproach in the Yankees by the appellation of cupidity or of speculation is but the effect of the intelligence which they apply to their toil, and of the high value which they attribute to their activity.  Without it the farmer does not know how to choose the soil he cultivates, the implements he uses; nor the merchant how to calculate his chances of success, nor the mechanic to perfect his trade.  Some one has said that “the public wealth of the U.S. is incalculable, simply because the intellectual capital here is rated enormously high.”  Another great necessity is that God demands it of us, we were created as intelligent beings, “but a little lower than the Angels,” and endowed with talents we dare not hide in a napkin and bury under the earth.

All animals, man alone excepted, are possessed naturally of defensive weapons, might not the fact of man’s being without a natural weapon be meant to signify that the hand was to be used for nobler purposes, and that the mind denied to other animals was given to him in order that he might devise a more exalted way of settling disputes than by the use of brute force.  Let us hope that when a few generations have been educated under peaceful influences, trained to the habits and love of useful work, that there shall go out all over the land little bands of peacemakers whose lives shall have become so beautiful that men, seeing them, shall have no desire to fight.

Women who have been taught to think will no longer run crazy after buttons, stars, and shoulders straps; and men having learned to realize of what a terrible thing these are the symbols, will no longer be proud to wear them.  Whenever war is recognized as a relic of the dark ages, the love for military glory will die out, and man will be raised up grandly and gloriously to that plane befitting the purpose of his creation.

Lastly the necessity for man’s education is further seen in his capabilities for doing good.  Every blade of grass that waves, every trembling leaf that beckons, every fragrant flower that blooms, sun moon and stars that shine, all are thrilled and divinely pervaded with the living spirit of the one and only good; how much more then man the noblest of God’s handiwork.


I would that a school house might be planted on each and every inhabited mile of this old earth’s surface.  I would that no little one were so poor or neglected or sad that it must be shut out.  When indeed would the time hasten for which we all hope and wait.  Then would wars and strifes and murders and crimes of all degrees be forever swept from earth.  Then would we witness the world’s regeneration and see the dawn of the bright millennial morning when joyous spirits shall ‘ring in the thousand years of peace.”











The Society of Children


What a dull dreary world this would be without children.  We abhor monotony in everything and right here is where we begin to cultivate and appreciate variety the spice of life.  It is in the home, the Sunday school the public school and indeed in all the walks of life the society of children is found and sought after by men and women who have been battling with the great problems of life that they may turn aside for a brief period and engage in the sports of childhood.  We fondle them caress them and kiss them and our joy and delight is unbounded.  What more lovely and interesting scene can you picture than that of an aged and respected man or woman whose head has been silvered by the frosts of many winters take the child upon their knee to dandle and to enjoy their innocent prattle.  The vigor & glow of youth returns to the wrinkled brow and the furrowed cheek and the old adage “twice a child and once a man” is verified.  Children are imitative, they are more observant than we give them credit for.  They are mirrors in which we may see ourselves.  They select their idols and pattern after them.  They walk like them talk like them comb their hair like them and try to be like them.  The power of association is a mighty magnet which draws with wonderful force and must in the very nature of things make us better or worse according to the society we keep.  The church which has been reorganized as the greatest moralizing power in the world owes its existence and perpetuation in part to the recognition and observance of the principle of universal brotherhood.  We are banded together in the church and Sunday school and in the society of one another for mutual improvement intellectual & moral as well as social enjoyment.  We all adults and children, it the harsh & bitter strife, need to be taught that our individuality must go down before the social principle; that proposes & compels fellowship; that formed the family in society & the church.  This fact of the brotherhood of our race is breaking the bondage of selfishness, and drawing the individual closer & closer into harmony with the great whole.  Touched by its magnetic influence, man now feels the force of sympathy, gentleness & love, & begins to see & act, and live as a brother of the common family.   He realizes the connecting link that brings him to the lowest state of humanity.  Although he may be rolled in gold so far as the wealth of the world is concerned and in intellectual attainments he may have “delved down deep & dragged up drowned honor by the locks” yet if this moral element has been properly developed he becomes a man with a heart & a soul possessed of a centralizing force with which he is drawn to his fellow man by a power he could not resist if he would & would not if he could.

The association of children in the Sunday school the church & the home is productive of much greater good in its influence upon men & women that might be imagined.  I have heard a respected citizen of our town on more than one occasion make the remark, “that he did not care so much about the good the Sunday school and church might or could do for him but that it was a great pleasure to him to have his family enjoy the association found there and the influence was far more potent for good than many other places they might go.

And now children we should be happy indeed surrounded by so much beauty & loveliness.  We fittingly bring the green of the forest and the choicest flowers of field and garden into God’s house to suggest that Savior whose coming to the earth interrupted the winter and death of its sin, with the forces of an ever young, everlasting life.  The aspirations that rise in our hearts find wings in the psalms of praise, & we are taken higher.  It quickens faith, helps reverence, enlarges love.

To those of more mature years these glorious occasions of our association with the children recalls memories of home.  There is no word in the language that has such a compass as the word home.
  
About it cluster the brightest charms of life.  It is the one spot on earth that lingers longest in human affection, and appeals the noblest impulses.  There is manifest wisdom in that ordination of God by which a love & a memory of home should act as a safeguard to keep men steady amid the perils of life and drifting, to arrest them often before their life-back strikes the rocks & they are swallowed up in the flood.  I feel that it becomes us to have a reverent spirit when we come to think and talk about home, for to the Lord Jesus Christ we owe everything that makes it pure and sacred.

Oh how tender are these memories and they deserve to be hung round in the chambers of the soul like pictures on the wall.  There is a charm in the whole scenery in which a man’s early life is set; and memory often recurs to these and the heart gets comfort and the life gets help.  I feel that I am the better for thinking of the trees that grew, and the flowers that bloomed about my childhood’s home and Wadsworth sings for me when he says,

"How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
            When fond recollection presents them to view;
            The orchard the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood;
            And every loved spot which my infancy knew.”

Is there a soul present tonight that has not been stirred by the touching pathos of that sweet old song:  Old men weep for joy and the children will understand its full impact better bye & bye.  Every trembling they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of the firmament and they that turn many to righteousness as the start forever and ever.  So, dear children and friends there is a period hastening in the might revolutions of the works of providence when the “star of Bethlehem shall again mount the zenith, and its train of light be filled once more with choirs of angels,” shouting glory to God in the highest; on earth peace and good will toward men.”  Then the day is at hand when, “The wolf shall dwell with the lamb and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion together; and a little child shall lead them.”











Children Teachers and Friends –


Another year has rolled into the eternity of the past.  In the goodness of a kind and merciful Providence we are once more gathered together to celebrate the birth of our Saviour.  If affords me great pleasure to see so many here.  These little bright eyes are sparkling with delight.  For weeks past they have been counting the days and waiting with eager expectancy this happy time.  It has now come and no one more than myself is made happier to see you enjoying yourselves in the height of your glee hardly able to sit idle on your seats.  We welcome you children and teachers and all to this feast this glorious septal occasion whereby we celebrate on this the eve of a day above every other day the great fact of “a Saviour born into the world”.  God’s best gift to man, it has always been and is becoming more so each year a day of present making, and it is annually more and more promotive of kindly feeling.  Its distinctive meaning as the commemoration of Christ’s advent is continually made more and more prominent.  It is rising to the surface of men’s notice and regard, like a lily’s bloom out of a pond’s hidden depths, making this a white day indeed in the rointer.  We fittingly bring the green of the forest into God’s house, to suggest that Saviour whose coming to the earth interrupts the winter and death of its sin, with the forces of an ever young, everlasting life.  We fittingly in our psalms of praise echo back the angels, “Glory to God”, and in our reverent prayers lift to the Saviour’s brow the golden crown of a worlds (sic.) redemption.  The aspirations that rise in our hearts find wings in the psalms of praise, and we are taken higher.  It quickens faith, helps reverence, enlarges love.  To those of more mature years this glorious occasion recalls memories of home.

There is no word in the language that has such a compass as the word home.  About it cluster the brightest charms of life.  It is the one spot on earth that lingers longest in human affection, and appeals to the noblest impulses.  There is manifest wisdom in that ordination of God by which a love and a memory of home should act as a safeguard to keep men steady amid the perils of life and drifting, to arrest them often before their life-bank strides the rocks and they are swallowed up in the flood.  What a high and holy origin the home has:  God made the first man after a divine original and after a divine original, too, he made the first home.

This heaven alone, heaven in grace, heaven in Christ, that comes to renew and baptize with a true peace and joy the homes of earth.  I feel that it becomes us to have a reverent spirit when we come to think and talk about home, for to the Lord Jesus Christ we owe everything that makes it pure and adored.  We too little appreciate the very great advantage & distinction we have in being permitted to have had our homes in a time when, and a land where Christianity prevails.  But for him who with no home of his own often went into and sanctified the homes of others, our homes would not have known that sweetness and beauty and joy which make their loss one of the greatest sorrows of the human heart.  The home is the place of first impression.  It is the part from which the bark of life sets sail, and the outfit then prepared will so largely determine the direction and destiny of the boy age, that the thought is frought with deepest solemnity.  If I ask you, young ladies and young men, to cast about for the origin of those impressions and habits and opinions, that now form the staple of your character you will likely think first of home, and of that name which to every man ought to be the sweetest on earth, except the name of Jesus – I mean the name of a mother.  How tender are these memories, and how they deserve to be hung round in the chambers of the soul like pictures on the wall.  There is no harm in the whole scenery in which a man’s early life is set; and memory often recurs to these, and the heart gets comfort and the life gets help.  I feel that I am the better for thinking of the trees that grew and the flowers that bloomed about my childhood’s home, and Woodworth sings for me when he says – “How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, when fondest recollection recalls them to view; the orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wildwood, and every loved spot which my infancy knew.”



 







Employment


Men and women were made for activity, for employment.  To do something and be something is the duty of life.  A man having nothing to do is scarcely a man, because he does not prove by his works that he is a man.  The saying “that the world owes every man a living” is a “humbug”.  The earth was made first, man afterwards, and in the course of time violated a law the penalty for which was death.  It was then decreed that, “in the sweat of his face” man should “rusticate” over this green earth.  Better to say, “there is a living in the world for every man”.  With many, facts seem to prove that, “man wants but little here below, and he gets it”.

The secret of making men is to put them to work, and keep them at it.  It is not study, not instruction, not good society that makes men, these are means; but back of these lies the grand molding influence of men’s life.  It is employment.  A man’s business does more to make him than everything else.  It hardens his muscle, strengthens his body, sharpens his mind, wakes up his inventive genius and starts him on the race of life to show himself a man.

A hundred and fifty pounds of bone and muscle is not a man.  Men are not born, they are made.  Nature has so decreed that under favorable circumstances we all grow up to the full stature of manhood and womanhood, but the being that grows to the stature of a man is not a man until he is made one.  The world has long since learned that men can not be made without employment.  Hence it sets its boys to work; gives them trades, callings, professions, and tells them to work out their manhood.  And the most of them do it somehow, not always very well.  The men who fail to make themselves a respectable manhood are frequently the boys who are put to no business, the young men who have nothing to do.  Our men of wealth and character, of worth and power, many of them have been early bound to some useful employment.  In their early boyhood they buckled on the armor of labor, took upon their little shoulders heavy burdens, contended with opposition, chose rugged paths of employment because they yielded the best renumeration, and braved the storms of toil till they won great victories for themselves and stood before the world in the beauty & majesty of noble manhood.  This is the way men are made.  There is no other way.

A. I.






Self R[e]liance


People who have been bolstered up all their lives, are seldom good for anything in a crisis.  When misfortune comes, they look around for something to cling to or to lean upon.  If the prop is not there down they go.  Once down, they are as helpless as capsized turtles, and can not find their feet again without assistance.  Such silken fellows no more resemble men of self-reliance who have stood firm, fighting their way to position, making difficulties their stepping stones, and deriving determination from defeat, than vines resemble oaks, or tallow candles the stars of heaven.  Efforts persisted in to achievements, train a man to self-reliance and when he has proved to the world that he can trust himself, the world will trust him.  It is unwise and wrong to deprive young men and ladies too of the advantages which result from their energetic action, by helping them over obstacles which they ought to surmount alone.  No one ever swam well who places his confidence in a slab; and if, when breasting the sea of life, we can not buoy ourselves ahead by dint of our own energies, we are not salvage, and it is of little consequence whether we “sink or swim, survive of perish.”

Boys and girls this is an acquirement greatly to be sought after.  It brings joy, it brings comfort, it brings satisfaction, and more, it is profitable.  It requires honest work that you may strengthen your moral and mental faculties, as you would your musales (sic.), by vigorous exercise.  If you have a true friend, have him for an emergency.  Learn to conquer circumstances; you are then independent of fortune.  You may have a rough school but there will be a pleasant vacation; you may be tempest tossed, but a rift in the clouds will reveal the sum of better days.

“Men who have left their marks on the years in which they lived, passed through it all.  They did not mount their high positions by the help of leverage; they leaped into chasms, grappled with the opposing rooks, avoided avalanches, and when the goal was reached, felt that but for the toil that had strengthened them as they strove, it could never have been attained.”







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Tuesday, October 4, 2016

The Writings of Adam Ickes 1879-1883, Part 1

I'll explain more about the details and origin of these writings in a subsequent post, but the essays and speeches included here are either dated during the years Adam was still living in Pleasantville, they are not dated but the paper and handwriting closely match that of the dated essays and speeches, or the content occurred prior to 1884.  

Good Breeding


One of the sure tests of good breeding is a thoughtful regard to the convenience of others in a crowd.  An ill bred man or woman will stop in a church aisle to talk to a neighbor at the close of service, without stepping aside to allow those who are behind to pass on unhindered.  The same fault will be shown in blocking up the passage way of any public building or place of business; or in standing in the door-way to the annoyance and disgust of those who wish to pass out.  Not unfrequently have we seen this in the churches of this place especially upon the part of young men and at one of the churches in particularly when young men make their exit at one of the doors in the greatest possible haste only to crowd in and block up the other door.  The ladies in a measure are to blame for this state of affairs, if when the benediction has been pronounced they would at once vacate their pews and pass out, young men would find more difficulty in making the round in time to close the way and after a few unsuccessful attempts would retire in disgust.

A person of true refinement and of really good breeding will have others in mind while with others.  The average refinement in any crowd or gathering of people is plainly marked by the ease with which they get along together.

Twenty persons of good breeding can find comfortable sitting room in a hall, and be good natured all the time, when ten ill-bred persons would be jostling each other ill-naturedly.

Four ladies could sit comfortable and pleasantly in one pew in church while three of a different spirit would snarl and make faces.  And this is more than a matter of good breeding.  It involves a regard for the rights as well as the comfort of others.

It is selfishness which makes one willing to block a passage way for one’s own convenience, when others want to move on.  It is dishonesty which leads one to take more than his or her share of time or space, while others are waiting their turn, or are wanting their place.  Whoever would be counted well-bred or refined ought to have this truth always in mind, so ought all those who would be and do right.  Children ought to be trained to a proper course in this regard.  They and their parents ought to learn to keep out of other people’s way, when other people are entitled to the way.

Adam

July 31st 1879

“Mrs. Parkington has been reading the health officer’s weekly report, and thinks “total” must be an awful malignant disease, since as many die of it as all the rest put together.”

“Are you building air castles in Spain, Mr. Jones?” said a landlady to a boarder who was thoughtfully regarding his coffee cup.  “No, Madam, only looking over my grounds in Java,” replied Jones.


“Those are Ewers,” said a gentleman in a crockery store, pointing to a lot of wash pitchers.  “No, they hain’t mine, neither,” replied a bystander, “they belong to the storekeeper.”





Little Things


Life is made up of little things.  From the animalcule which sports in the raindrop, to the huge leviathan whose home is in the ocean; from the Humming Bird noted for the metallic brilliancy of its plumage, to the Ostrich whose speed on foot surpasses that of the horse; from the modest violet, under the shady bank, to the great trees of California; from the smallest dust which floats in the breeze, to this ponderous globe, which is balanced on particles of air – all teach the same lesson, all speak the same language.  We hear it in the breeze, we feel it in the sunshine, we see it and know it and feel it in all of God’s works & wonders.

And this is the first lesson we should learn – that life is made up of little things; so is character, so are all the grand enterprises of the heart & soul, so are all the achievements of mind.

“Rome was not built in a day,” but after she had risen to the zenith of her glory & power, wielded the scepter as “Mistress of the world” and ruled with an iron sway, until becoming polluted with superstition sin & crime tottered & fell; neither was that beautiful temple whose foundation is laid deep in the firm rock of the soul, and whose superstructure we denominate character, made and fashioned in a day, a month or even a year.  Thousands of little seconds of time have entered into its composition, and hundreds of little influences, little acts of kindness, and words of encouragement, little thoughts, deeds, impulses, aspiration, all these and many more, have entered into the soul and now form a part of that beautiful or that ugly thing, which we denominate character.  Too many people in the world accomplish just nothing, simply because they aim too high; if they can’t do great deeds and be called heroes, they are content to lag in the rear and be called cowards.  Doing little things, disciplines the mind, enlarges the sphere of our affections, inspires our better natures and prepares us for greater achievements in life as they open up before us; like the little rill that gushes from the mountain’s base, winding around rocks, through vale and glen, onward & onward until at last it reaches the mighty ocean; like the fragrance of the flower the perfumes of which fill the air and beautify and adorn all on whom they fall.

Let us then, like faithful gleaners in the harvest field come in and strive to pick up and save that which is left, and often wasted on the fields of human industry and benevolence.  Let us gather tenderly and faithfully all the little deeds of charity & words of cheer, which too frequently drop out of the basket of life, in our journey through this bustling, busy, selfish world, and bestow them on those who are in need in times of sickness & distress, and by a generous hospitality and a cordial welcome gladden their hearts, thus shall we merit the Divine benediction “inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren ye have done it unto me”.

A.I.

11/28/79






Is Life worth Living


Man that is born of a woman is of few days and full of trouble.  He cometh forth like a flower and is cut down; he fleeth also as a shadow and continueth not.  It is true that the pathway of life between birthdays and sepulchers is often rugged and sunless.  Sin has brought gloomy days and sleepless nights, sickness disease and death, and by not a few the question has been asked in solemn lonely hours, “Is life worth living”?  We answer yes and no.  In certain moods it seems like a farce, and in others like a tragedy.  Among many, dark views of life have been and are sadly prominent.  Goethe, “at the close of a great literary career, reviews the brilliant spectacle of past triumph, and finds in it all the faint glimmering of only three or four weeks of happiness.”  “Hartman moans forth his pessimistic views, and avers that it were better never to have been born;” while the gloomy faced Schopenhaur considers life a poor, bankrupt, worthless thing – a bitter deception, alluring the hours with the charms of distant Edens, but always overshadowing the present with hells of pain and disappointment; and regards the still, dreamless sleep of annihilation as preferable to the existence of the most favored child of fortune.”  Large numbers often drop into such deeps of despondency that they heartily wish they had never seen the sunlight.

Martin Luther came upon the stage and with a bold stroke, broke the silence of a long mental sleep when first he smote the door of Wittenberg Cathedral and with his “here stehe ich, ich con nicht anders”* shook off from men’s minds and consciences that lethargy of centuries, and gave to modern progress and civilization the first powerful impulse.  Whilst it has filled the air with sounds of battle it has started men to serious thinking, which without question is to the race and immeasurable good.  Once hair-line differences of creed were the all important points of debate, but now the discussion has broadened into vaster fields, touching upon the existence of God heaven and hell, man’s origin and destine, and the meaning and value of this our present life.  And why should life, which if rightly estimated, is an untold boon, be regarded as an untold curse?  First, because the gloomy tints of paradise have have (sic.) become discolored by sin, and man’s crystallized purity is gone.  The imagination of his heart is evil continually and he no longer imposes implicit confidence in his fellow-man; suspicion and distrust hold him aloof and he sinks into the slough of despondency and life becomes a burden.  Living is something more than than (sic.) to eat and sleep; though some men “live to eat”, while others “eat to live”.  It has been said that “the world owes every man a living”, better to say there is a living in the world for every man.  The question “will it pay” is perhaps the most important with all shrewd men and women when about to embark in some business or profession and life is worth living only to those who endeavor to make the best use of it.  To those who continually strive to live in the discharge of their every duty, moving in a sphere befitting the high purpose of their creation, life is pleasant and profitable.  An active busy life is productive of greater good and more lasting benefit, than a life of inactivity and idleness.  This is why any friends we have we have been meeting together in the capacity of a literary society week after week because we love to be doing something, to entertain and be entertained, to sing together to declaim to read to recite; in short, make it a part of our life; for these meetings are happy greetings because of the pleasant associations which has refused a spirit of attachment that binds us together as a band of brothers & sisters.  But then, “it is not all of life to live,” “If in this world only we have hope, we are of all men most miserable, our faith is vain, and we are yet in our sins.”

This life is all that is given us to prepare for the future, the inevitable beyond.  “Whatsoever a man sows that shall he reap “if he sows to the flesh he shall of the flesh reap corruption, but if he sows to the spirit, he shall of the spirit reap life everlasting.

The human mind by long culture has become, has an organ of more refinement and wider sympathies; but dreary moaning notes will always be heard, so long as men are haunted and stung by a sense of ideal imperfection; and the only remedy is a higher spiritual thought, which will bring men by faith and trustfulness, into harmony with the Eternal Beauty and Goodness and Truth.

In conclusion, may we not hope, that there is a period hastening in the mighty revolutions of the works of Providence, when the Star of Bethlehem shall again mount the zenith, and its train of light be filled once more with choirs of angels shouting “Glory to God in the highest; on earth peace and good will toward men;” “Then the day is at hand when “The wolf shall dwell with the lamb and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion together; and a little child shall lead them.”

A.I.

April 16th 1880.

* This should read, “hier stehe ich; ich kann nicht anders” which is translated to read, “here I stand; I can do no otherwise.”






Tribute to Garfield*


The occasion which has called us together to day is one of an extraordinary character.  The gloom of a consuming sorrow has fallen across every threshold.  Death-bells are tolling; the flags are at half-mast, and the country draped in mourning.  The president is dead.

Nearer and dearer to the people than when foul murder sought him out, death comes at a time to make the heart ache the most intense.  For eleven long weeks the people have watched lovingly by his bedside; today they stand by his open grave – a great good man stricken down in the prime of a splendid manhood in the auspicious opening of a new chapter in his life, wherein he had already written the first lines of a presidential history which would have ranked with the proudest and best in American annals.  In the highest civil station, as in the field he knew no friends but his country’s, no enemies but hers.  His big heart took in all the people; his unsurpassed intelligence made the people’s good its study.  What a brilliant career is thus unhappily closed, unfinished in its mission, yet marvelous in its achievements.

Our history lustrous as it is with splendid names, presents no nobler career than that of Jas. A. Garfield over whose tragic and pathetic death the Republic is bowed in grief today.  No leader while he yet lived more deeply touched the mystic chords of the nation’s love.  His character was fragrant with generous and manly virtues; his ambition was ennobled by lofty ideals; if we review his accomplished work, he had achieved a great mission.  If we look at what seemed to open before him, he still had a matchless promise.

Today he takes his place by the side of Washington & Lincoln.  The early morning of his life shone with unmistakable luster & the great qualities of his brave heroic manhood.  Though the loss of his father while he was yet an infant made penury his portion for many years, his clear grit and his superiority to all ordinary difficulties were proved from the beginning.  He was a poor boy and saw no way of making a living except by manual labor, and he applied himself to learn the carpenter trade.  During the summer months he toiled early & late on his mother’s farm and the winter days he passed at his carpenter’s bench, doing such little jobs as the neighbors required.  He attended a so-called village school, where the citizens met on winter evenings to read and discuss the books they possessed, picking up such information as he could in the capacity of a listener.  All this time he had never been taught to read or write although 16 yrs of age.  Ready money was a commodity of which he was but little and he sought a position as canal driver.  His care & attention to business attracted the attention of his superiors and he was soon promoted.  After about 18 months an attack of fever & ague drove him back to his mother’s house an invalid.  This sickness perhaps proved the turning point in his life, and as a result of it J. A. G., instead of burying himself in the forecastle of a ship, became one of the leading men in the American Republic.  He had learned to read and at the age of 18 he started to the academy at Chester.  Too poor to pay board he in company with two others rented an old room and boarded themselves.

Garfield studied hard and progressed rapidly.  His heart was in the work, and he distanced many competitors who had enjoyed far better advantages.  He worked mornings, evenings & Saturdays and thus managed to earn his living while prosecuting his studies.

At the age of 23 he entered college.  He was now thrust into the society of polished students, who looked somewhat contemptuously upon the rough farmer who had dropped in among them.  His experience in a social point of view was far from pleasant, and he was the subject of many rude remarks.  Heedless of the slights which he constantly received, he applied himself energetically to his studies and in two years after his admission, he was graduated, bearing off the highest honor within the gift of the institution.  He had incurred a debt of $450-.  Plain living and high thinking was the order of the day with him.  He advanced step by step to positions of honor & trust.  Being elected to the legislature of Ohio he at once took high rank as a man unusually informed on the subjects of legislation.

His military career is perhaps familiar to most all of you.  In 1862 without solicitation he had been elected to Congress from the district in which he resided.  In Congress he at once took high rank being an active energetic hard worker.  He was re-elected successively for several terms and having served as chairman of some of the most important committees he became thoroughly acquainted with the most important questions of the day, touching the interests of the nation.

Having been nominated for the presidency he passed through the scrutiny & calumny of a presidential campaign unscathed and entered upon the trying duties of the chief executive officer with the confidence and good wishes of the entire nation.  His administration of scarce 7 mo, nearly three of which saw him stricken & helpless, was all too brief for anything more than a promise of what was to come.  His inaugural address is the single written memorial of his administration.

President Garfield dies in the full maturity of his powers, in the prime of his manhood, and at the period of his greatest usefulness; just as he was in the best position to give his country the fruit of a life long, intelligent study and practical knowledge of public questions and of the nation’s highest interests.  He dies just as the voice of calumny is hushed; just as the bitterness of party strife seemed to be over; just as the South appeared to be losing its sectionalism and forgetting its solidity; just as the nation was once more united in spirit and in interest & entering upon a career of high prosperity.  For the many millions who mourn today the dead chief there is no party and no faction.

The great president falls, but the cause and the work go on.  The world will move on today and tomorrow & forever, while the dim orbits of woe look out upon heavens hung in black, and our free institutions will endure, chastened and strengthened by the blood of their martyrs, while liberty and law shall remain the jewels of the Republic.

Garfield is dead; the people sorrow but they do not tremble; their grief is for the loss of one they loved.  Garfield is dead; tears are flowing for hearts that are breaking with a weight of woe.  A dear, good friend has passed away; only his memory is left to love.  Garfield is dead, yet we do not mourn as a nation without consolation.  As he lived he died, in the saving hope of a glorious resurrection and for the land of his love.

Garfield is dead; he has passed away and an afflicted and sorrowing nation mourns him as no chieftan or ruler was ever mourned before.  During all all (sic) those weary weeks every family in the land has watched and waited and hoped as if one of its own household were in the extremity of suffering.

Garfield is dead; but his example of a noble man, a true patriot, a brave soldier, an exemplary Christian statesman will live to remotest time, the heritage of the nation and a grand and glorious example for all her sons.

In conclusion, I can but repeat the sweet lines of Bonar which were rehearsed by Mr. Garfield upon paying his tribute to the virtues of Mr. Ferry.  All eyes [wept] in touching pathos of that -
Beyond the parting & the meeting,

I shall be soon;
Beyond the farewell & the greeting,
Beyond this pulse’s fever beating,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest & home;
Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not but come.
Beyond the frost chain & the fever,
I shall be soon;
Beyond the rock waste & the river,
Beyond the ever and the never,
I shall be soon.
Love, rest and home!
Sweet hope!
Lord, tarry not but come.

*An apparent speech given by Adam following the assassination of President James A. Garfield who died on 19 September 1891.


















Use Short Words


Many persons in speaking writing and in conversation generally seek after long words to express their views and opinions when shorter ones would perhaps convey their ideas more clearly and be better understood by those addressed.

It has been said, “that we must not only think in words but we must also try to use the best words, and those which, in speech, will put most clearly what is in our minds into the minds of others.”

This is the great art to be gained by those who wish to teach in the school, the church, at the bar, or through the press.  To do this in the right way they should, as a rule, use the short words which we learn in early life and which have the same sense to all classes of men.  They are the best for the teacher the orator and the poet.  It is not meant that the mere fact that a word is short makes it clear, “but it is true that most clear words are short; that most long words we get from other tongues, and the mass of men do not know exactly what they mean, and I am not sure that scholars always get the same ideas from them.”

He who will try to use short words and shun long ones will in a little while find that he can do so with ease.  If he tries to write in words of one syllable he will find that he will run through his mind a great many words to get those he needs.  While he may not at the time use them, yet they are brought to his mind in his search for those that he wants.  His mind will thus become cultivated and stored with short simple useful words from which to draw on all occasions, thereby enabling him to give intelligent expression to his thoughts, in words that the most illiterate will not fail to comprehend.

The use of long words not only makes our thoughts and our speech dim and hazy, but it has done somewhat to harm the morals of our people.

Crime sometimes does not look like crime when it is set before us in the many folds of a long word.  When a man steals and we call it ‘defalcation’, we are at a loss to know if it is a blunder or a crime.

If he does not tell the truth and we are told that it is a case of prevarication it takes us sometime to know just what we should think of it.  If he breaks up we are told that he has made an assignment for the benefit of his creditors and that his estate will pay about fifteen or twenty per cent.  If he gets drunk we say he is under the influence of intoxicating liquor.  If he swears we call him irreverent.

No man will ever cheat himself into wrong doing, nor will he be at a loss to judge of others if he thinks and speaks of acts in clear English terms.  It is a good rule when one is at a loss to know if an act is right or wrong to write it down in short straight-out English.

A.I.




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