Show I ST PATRICK I Men chase after wealth to obtain It they arc willing some of them to dls semblo to deceive lo lie and to steal their days are consumed In accumulating accumulat-ing it their nights are made sleepless through thinking of it thinking how to I save what they have how to obtain more I They live out their days anu it at lifes close Intelligence is given them j t the thought which Is their last Is that iI IlllJthelr i work has availed them nothIng i I noth-Ing that all their wealth will nol purchase I pur-chase for them ono moment of added time that II cumot even buS them onc hope that they can carry with them be vond Deaths folding doors Some men chase after fame for what the world calls honors In the struggle they will deceive and dissemble and lie to grasp at what the world calls honor hon-or they will sloop to every form oC dishonor and this goes on until the final act of the dreary farce is l played when over their graves even the pulse less marble Is embossed with a story that perpetuates for a little season the assumption that the lives of the sleepers sleep-ers below were honorable lives that I they were of use to their fellow men I t and that the world suffered a loss when the narrow circle of their lives was completed And then In a little while as the lives of nations arc computed it is as though they had never lived I But away back nearly fifteen hundred hun-dred years ago there appeared n simple sim-ple priest Ireland He appeared and began to call upon tho rude natives there to listen to the story or men s mprtal lives as ho understood them and of the possible lives that awaited them beyond the grave He found tile people there a turbulent passionate race but ho disarmed them with gen lleness he went about doing good Under Un-der his persuasions they bent to hear i tho story of the All Compassionate One at his gesture they turned their eyes and thoughts upward before him their heartsgrcv soft and kings bent the knee to him and in the peoples hearts the lamp of nn everlasting hope was lighted There he wore out his life ministering to those whose hearts were sore wore It out in self abnegation abnega-tion and self sacrifice and before he died gave away all that he had of material ma-terial worth that he might return to thc dust as nnnr si s when his 1f h o rnri I Ho was never Intent upon gaining nu wealth ho shrank at the prospect of 1 winning an exalted name lest he might not be worthy of It he had no ambition ambi-tion save to make the burdens of this life easier for his follow men to bear and to earn If he could for his own coxil a welcome In that land which to the eye of faith filled with music basks in the white light of everlasting dayBut But though It Is fourteen hundred and five years ago today since he died on this anniversary of his death In all civilized lands there will be services in his honor When he died only a few people know that he had ever lived today notwithstanding the erosion or the intervening centuries since he died his name will be hailed In every civilized civi-lized land his memory will be recalled the story of his life work will be re toM r I tr1tior all the millions who lived when he t I lived of all the forty generations of I men who hlve died since he died only a few nambiJ have been saved from the wreck of the inexorable years but his name Is I secure the radiance from his life still shiiieg back upon the eyes of men and It will shine on and on to gladden mens hearts and his name will be spoken lovingly by millions and tens and hundreds of millions to tho end of time for he held all his gifts nil his talents all his strength his life Itself as but servants of his God and he early learned that the best way to serve his God was to serve earnestly his fellow men He never coveted but two things the first the power to do more good In this sphere and second In the higher I snhere to hear at last the words of welcome spoken to his trembling soul So humbly he walked > o earnestly I he tolled so self prEtettlng his life passed on until the mortal within him became sublimated and what we call death was to him a mere transition his life went on and as men try to measure the impression which he made upon time world they find It so gentle yet so profound was It that pcrnnps there Is no other which so closely I resembles re-sembles that of Him whose coming made for the world an epoch |