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Show MORE HOLIDAYS We live too fast in America. We have not enough holidaysnot holi-daysnot enough resting places not enough intermission in our work-day world. It were better if oftener to have laid aside its tools traffic and trade stopped, now and then, to consider its aim and end. There must be an oasis in every desert. The black Sierra has its sunlit valleys. There are smiling nooks even among the Cordilleras. Halting places there are, great rocks and their shadows, even in the dreariest land. He who builds up a shelter for the storm-beaten and foot-weary pilgrim over the road traced by the "great caravanMs a benefactor to his race and his memory should be cherished while holidays are observed. Holiday time! Who would care to know why and whence came the custom. Enough to know that care per force must smooth his wrinkled front, and fun and frolic for the time rule the hour. It were folly not to enjoy the glimpses of sunshine that come through the cloud rifts, short lived and evanescent though they be. They prove that there is brightness beyond that no clouds are so dense but stray beams may penetrate them. Rosy faces, wreathed and joyous, welcome the festive season. With its monitions, its reminders, its regrets, and its hopes, comies the happy holiday. It is well that the ancient builders set up mile posts on the highways of time, else it were a dull and tiresome road. They remind us of the vanguard, the millions that have gone before the great army that has gone out and on who shall say whither? whith-er? Listening, we hear the tramp of the mighty multitude echoing "down the corridors of time ;" we think of a thousand thous-and holidays gone and millions of light heart and love-lit eyes that enjoyed their cheer and blessings and give thanks for holidays. |