PA G E EIGHT.
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PATRIOTISM
It Is Better to Be Able to P ty Your Wash
Bills Than to Have a Graveyard
Full o f Ancestor*
An excellent stimulus to patriotism
are the societies which have been
formed for the purpose o f looking up
progenitors who were not fortunate
enough to avoid the draft In 1770. How
eagerly w e pry into the past to find
some forefather who acquired glory,
chilblains und undying fame in Valley
Forge or some other Revolutionary
winter reaort. The Tact that we huvo
numerous j>oor relatives right at hand
clamoring for recognition interests us
not ut all. We may have fathers and
grandfathers who fought and tiled in
1802, hut we take no heed of them
When they turn out with tlielr torn
flags, meekly following the smug milk
tia, we smile condescendingly und turn
away. They are too recent.
What
stirs our blood is the thought that w*
an* eligible to become Sons or Daugh
ters of the Revolution, Children of the
Revolution and wear cute little badges
and be regents and tilings and hare
banquets once a year and fall on each
other's necks and tell each other what
hot stuff we are.
Personally I never took much stock In
this remote ancestor business.
I'd
rather have one little innocent child tc
warm my heart and gladden my home
than a whole graveyard full o f ances
tors, and I guess I ’m more likely to. 1
know iieople who arc so busy tracing
their pedigrees back to Alfred the
Great that they can’t And time to pay
their wash liills. Wliut’s the use of
knowing that diluted royal blood
courses in your veins when the butcher
with ills little bill is roosting on your
doorstep? In my opinion, what we
need to worry about is posterity.
There is no satisfaction In knowing
that you have come down straight from
MISS VIOLA ALLEN, WHO IS TO STAR IN “TWELFTH NIGHT.” a royal line when your oldest sou Is
spending all his evenings drawing to a
MI m Allen, who has won great success in "The Chrlatlan” and "In the royal flush. Wtiat comfort can It give
Palace of the King,” is to atar this season in "Tw elfth Night.” She believes you to know that your ancestor smelt
that Shakespeare properly presented Is still a paying venture on the Aniericau powder at Blinker Hill when your sec
stage.
ond boy Is all smelt up with cigarettes?
“ Let the dead bury its dead.” W e are
not liable for our ancestors, hut for
posterity we are directly responsible
or think we are.
There are times, o f course, when It
pays to be exclusive. Noah was doubt
less better off in the ark mingling with
his own set than lie would have been
out in tiie swim with tiie vulgar herd;
but, as a rule, in this brand new demo
cratic country It Isn't safe to acquire
By L o n g f e l l o w
blue blood loo rapidly, for if we pry
Into the past too closely we are liable
A R K I BEN L E V I, on the Sabbath, read
to come with a dull, sickening thud up
A volume of the Law, In which it said,
against some ancestor calculated to
“ No man shall look upon m,v facp and lire.”
bring tiie blush of shame to our patri
And as ho read, lie prtiypd that God would £lva
cian cheek.—From “ A Few Remarks,”
His faithful servant grace with mortal eye*
by Simeon Ford. By Permission of
To look upon His face, and yet not die.
Doubleday, Page & Co., Publishers,
New York.
Then fell a sudden shadow on the page.
And. lifting up his eyes, grown dim with r.ge.
He saw the Angel of Death before him stand,
Holding a naked sword in his right hand.
Kabbl Ben l,evi was a righteous man.
Vet through his veins a chill of terror rnn.
With trembling voice he said, "W hat wilt thon here?”
The Angel answered, "L o! the time draws near
The Manchester Fnlty of England
When thou must die; yet first, hy God's decree,
was organized about 1812. It is the
W hale’er thou askest shall lie granted thee.”
strongest society tiuauciali.v ami i'l
Replied the Kabbl, “ Let these living eyes
point of numbers in tiie United K in g
First look upon my pluce in Paradise."
dom.
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M ISS ROSEMARY SARTORIS, WHO IS TO MARRY A SOUTH
ERNER.
Miss Rosemary Sartoria, who is to wed Lieutenant John Wright, U. S. A * ,
son of a Confederate soldier, is the second daughter of Mrs. Nellie Grant Sar
tori» and a granddaughter o f General U. S. Grant. Lieutenant Wright's father,
the late General Marcus Wright, as colonel o f a Tennessee regiment wr .3
among the Confederates who opposed Grant at Belmont and Shiloh.
LEVI
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Then said the Angel, “ Come with me and look.”
ltabbl Hen Levi closed tile sacred book.
And rising and uplifting his gray head,
“ Give my thy sword,” he to the Angel said,
“ Lest tliou sliouldst fall upon me by the way.”
The Angel smiled ami hastened to obey.
Then led Idn forth to the Celestial Town,
And set him on the wall, whence, gazing down,
itahtil Beti Levi, with Ills living eyes,
Might look upon his place in Paradise.
Every day the fraternal system is
coming more am] more as tlve grea‘;
leader in protective Insurance.
The National Protective Legion ha«
58,000 members and assets amounting
to $800.000.
Tiie sixty societies reporting to the
national fraternal congress for tile Mil
waukee session show an aggregate
membership on Dec. 31, 1902, of 3,072,-
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Then straight into the city o f the Lord
The Italibi leaped with tiie Death-Angel's sword,
And through the streets there swept a sudden breath
O f something there unknown, which men call death.
Meanwhile tiie Angel stayed without, and cried,
“ Come back!” To which the Rabbi's voice replied,
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“ No! in the name of God, whom l adore,
I sweur that hence I will depart no morel”
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Then all the Angels cried, “ O Holy One,
Bee what the son of Levi here hath done!
The kingdom of Heaven lie takes by violence.
And in Thy name refuses to go lienee!”
The Lord replied, "M y Angels, be not wroth;
Did e'er (lie son of Levi break his oath?
Let him remain; for be witli mortal eye
¡Shall look upon my face and yet not die."
Beyond the outer wall the Angel of Death
Heard the great voice, and said, with panting breath,
“ Give hack the sword, and let me go my way.”
Whereat the Italihi paused, and answered, “ NujT
Anguish enough already hath It caused
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Among tiie sons of men.” And while he paused
H e heard the awful mandate of the Lord
Resounding through the air, "G ive back the sword!”
The Rabbi bowed bis head in silent prayer;
Then said he to the dreadful Angel, "Swear,
No human eye shall look on It again:
But when thou takest away the souls o f men.
Thyself unseen, and with an unseen sword.
Thou wtit perform the bidding of tile Lord.”
The Angel took the sword again, and swore.
And wniks on earth unseen forevermore.
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ANDREW D. WHITE. EDUCATOR AND DIPLOMAT.
A friend once asked an aged man
Andrew D. White, who has been publishing his recollections as a diplomat,
what caused him to complain so often
recently retired as United States ambassador to Germany. For nearly twenty
at eventide of pain and weariness. ,
years he was president o f Cornell univeralty.
“ Alas," replied he. “ 1 have every day
so much to do. 1 have two falcons to
tame, two hares to keep from running j
away, two hawks to manage, a ser
pent to confine, a lion to chain and a
sick man to tend and wait upon.”
“ Well, well,” commented his friend, ;
"you are busy Indeed! But I didn’t
know that you had anything to do with
a menagerie. How, then, do you make
that out?"
“ Why,” continued the old man, "lis
ten. Tw o falcons are my eyes, which
I must guard diligently; the two hares
are my feet, which I must keep from ]
walking in tiie ways of sin; the two
hawks are my bands, which I must i
train to work, that I may provide for
myself and those dependent on me as
well as for a needy friend occasionally:
the serpent Is my tongue, which I must
keep ever bridled lest it speak unseem
ly; the lion Is my heart, with which I '
have a continual fight lest evil tilings
comesout of It. and the sick man Is my
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whole laxly, which is always needing
my watchfulness and care. All thla
dally wears out my strength.”
Among: those who weat down
to hear Nordica and Dass Saturday
evening were: Prof, aid Mrs. Chap
man. Miss Maude Shannon, Mary
Bailey, Miss Pearl Chaodler, M i «
(Hasty* Hartley. M iss * 1 * 1 |M h
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