existence. This suffering, this struggling, is Tabor. Is it not
gj and ?
Thus we see that ’tis Tabor which has overcome the almost in
surmountable difficulties which have beset the progress of man.
’Tis Tabor which has developed man’s character, preserved the
home, enriched the nation, and built up all more securely than the
proudest battles. Believe me, the world does not move spasmod
ically, advance by epochs marked off by battles or inventions.
No, but it is constantly moved forward by the guiding hand be
hind a thousand plows, beside ten thousand looms, and at a
million hearthstones. It is Tabor which has wrought the history
and prosperity of nations. Is it not dignified ?
By work man perfects himself, and with that perfection Tabor
becomes, by a metamorphosis as it were, art, literature and
science. Think you that Shakespeare would have come down to
us so exalted and so unique had it not been for the labor over his
hornbook? Or, that Milton’s beautiful conceptions would have
been treasured up for us had it not been for his midnight toil—
toil that cost him the light of. day ? The genius of Watt, of
Stephenson, of Faraday was work, and no genius is so sure to
bring success and honor as the Genius of Tabor. Took at
Raphael s Transfiguration of Christ, the studious effort of years.
It is a most magnificent creation, but when it was finished at its
foot was found its creator—dead.
How sublime I It was Tabor.
There is a blessedness in work, and from it there springs in the
breast of the worker a constant hopefulness. Envy, sorrow and
despair flee from him who truly works and the soul glows with a
consciousness of its power. It is working out its own salvation.
It is fulfilling a divine command.
Such is Tabor no longer a curse, a degradation, but grand,
noble, even sacred. Tet us then ask no greater blessedness than
work.
" I have a weight upon my mind,”
I overheard him say.
“That’s good,” said she, “ ’twill keep the wind
The Free Lance.
IN TIGHTER VEIN.
[April,
G. J. Yundt, ’99.