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Show I As the Years Mark Time for Mankind I Tho old-fnshloncd sun dlnl, nCtor nil, was tlio trim tlmo piece. That llttlo yCN pocket sun iltnl that wo aro told countnd X&.P) . all tlio hours "when jitZf" tho sun Bhono" mndo ' if tho porfect rocord h4v & of days. Tho -ity Ov. noisy clocks and re ifd&MtTvi morselcss calonclnrs tsfcij that told off tho yS"QH Wl,rat nm' weariest 1 jfc'sjll ' thuo'd uiovo-ftj uiovo-ftj A ixi monts 1 1 1 o r a 11 y av spoiled tho rockon- VJfc """"J to hulld Itself upon wrotchuducsB of a people, and all creation cre-ation to take nolo of tlmo by Its loss Instead oflts guidon gain In tho hours of porfect sunlight. Hut tho reaction has sot In. It Is tho glad hours and not tho sad ones that aro to bo mado to count. I.et us tnrry mvlillo At the Blgn of tlio smile Is tho watchword which oven pious pilgrims arc Bonding out to upset tho ' ancient reckoning. "Let tho smllo becomo tho Christian's rather than tho dovll's sign" they cry In chorus, nnd 1 tho Joy of tho spirit become tho mens- ' nro of Its days. Good Isaac Harrow's " plcturo of tho child of heaven "smll- , lng always with a never-ending so- ronlty of countonanco and nourishing in an Immortal youth" has at last tnk-on tnk-on hold of tho Christian world nnd, spurred on by tho now thought rhapsodies, rhap-sodies, promises to turn back tho calendar cal-endar of all our days. Counting tlmo by heart throbs Is no now method, to bo Biiro, but tho kind of heart throbs that "always find man young nnd always al-ways keep htm so" wero rather lost with tho sun nnd naturo worship of tho early world. BBg When men wont to naturo for their BBb reckoning It was as Wordsworth tells BB BB They felt As If the movltiR time had been BBfl A thins as stcnilfast ns tlio scene. BBfl On which they gazed tlicniselveK away. BflB Conturlos young woro thoso children BB of tho morning, hoforo ovou tho BflB sun dial had begun to tell them of BaB tho flight of time. It remains truo still BbB that whother naturo or tho soul H strikes tho Joy-noto In tho human BBf breast, tho pool's question rises In- f stlncttvcly to tho Hps: HHS O what linvo I to da with time, flH For this the day was mado. H Man Has His Choice. BH Good or bad, tho years como out of BflB tho bosom of tho Inflnlto bearing snino SBJ boon from tl'o otornnl for man to lay fl hold of If ho will. To choose tho per- iB manont from out tho mutable and flflB fleeting Is tho Ilfo socrot they carry, H and how much hangs upon tho choice BB otornlty alouo can toll. Thorc aro B watchmen at tho gates who assuro us BIB that each year brings gifts peculiar to flBg Itself, and ono yoar or ono world does B not restoro tho lost offerings of the other. "Long after wo hnvo passed Hh away out of men's sight and out of men's momory tho world with somo- yflfljl thing that wo have left within It, will Bpfl, bo going on still," says Phillips BBfl Ilrooks, "and long uftor the world has flfl passod away we shall gu on somo- BBfl whero, somehow, the samo bolngs flu still, carrying Into tho dopths of etor- HT nlty something that the world has flfl done for us that no other world could fljfl Alexander Mocked. Bj Now worlds, with each now year, 1 JH to conquer, mock tho cry of Alexandor and declare Indeed a now kingdom W wherein to reign. Closer and closer Baft comes the promise of that awakening BVj; hour when man shall In truth become BVJr "a living soul," end "with an oyo BVj made qulot by tho powor of harmony, BV and the dee; powor of Joy," shall "see Into tho Ilfo of things." How many a inso of morning nnd rlpo fruit of tho golden noon shall then roturn to him tho sclcnco of life, which permits no lost good, nor' wasted atom oven, In nil creation's bounds, may gloriously do-clnro. do-clnro. "Vbcro nro tho snows of yesteryear?" yes-teryear?" whispers tho tender poet, but tho green of spring and tho bloom of summer nro nature's answer to his yearning cry. And shall man bo less blessed than naturo In gnrnorlng tho treasures of tho ycnr7 Is that evil genius, Hint tho ancients behold Btnndlng at tho door of tho now year, forover to glvo letho to drink that ho mny wnnder blindly Into tho unknown way, shorn of tho host boons nnd talismans of tho past? Ah, tho poets who try Ilfo nnd love know better. Kach new year Is n loaf of our love's rose; It (nils, but quick another rose leaf Krows; So Is tho flower from year to year tho wiitne, Hut rlelios, for the dead leaves feed the Hume. Thus thoy read tho rlddlo and tho "mllllon-conturlcd" sweetness that goos with It today. Neither Is man drugged by nny god or genius but the ono within him, that ho mny "toll no tnlos" nnd carry no tokens from tho dopnrtlng year. What ho tolls to chcor or doprcss his comrades, what ho carries to help or hlndor both them and himself, Is In tho powor of bis own opon-eyed cholco. Perhaps tho boat hint that was over ofTored to guldo him Is tho brief and pointed ono glvon by tho sago, when ho writes: "A man should mako Ilfo and naturo hnpplor to us, ir ho had butter novor been born." It Is tho ono pro-omlncnt-ly In tho air at tho present moment. It would 1111 all tho newspapers In tho land nud drlvo tho quotation abhorring editors mnd If ono-quarter of tho stout maxims of this naturo which tho times offor should demand placo In their col- i ninns. Already tholr humorous writers writ-ers aro trying to domorallzo them nnd soud somo of tho cheerful and cheer- j lng-up peoplo ovor to his Satanic ! majesty, whqro no doubt they aro needed sluco tho dry season set In. Life's Logic Quaint. , If thoro bo such n Satanic monarch, ' probably ho loves tho cheorful slnnor Just iib heaven must lovo tho cheerful 1 snlnt. Yot tho logic of Ilfo Is against 1 Win. Tho smile Is not legitimately the -dovll's sign. It Is tho pessimist who Is playing Into his hands, treating his ' sovereignty ns If It could ovorthrow hoaven'B and all tho powor of tho Kterual Goodness. To act ns If thoy had a faith worth smiling over would seem to bo tho nltltudo of nion who bolleved In n sovereign of lovo and ' omnipotence rather than one of mal- ovolenco and black arts, and It may ho that tho Christian world Is at last finding It out. Certainly the Gospel ' ovungol "llejolce, rojolco!" Is sound- 1 ing anow through all tho realms of Christendom nnd hocomlng n part of ' culture and philosophy overy- ' whoro. Fuller's counsel: "Ho j hnppy In tho present moment nnd put not off being so to a tlmo to como, as though that 'w'l656 I tlmo should bo fyTs,v of another II mako from l5QS&lA this," prevails In tho Intel- Klrjrvu loctual as ro- 7 j llglous world, ,1 nnd promises llftyf K. il to show "Ilfo It .17 Ei-J7 w b o 1 e" to W I jl A ) moro than a Jf? U M handful of S4TiV Sj seers and YJ-fes&Sl: ,Jv sages. I au. |