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Show H HOW TO DIE STATE Senator U. T. Jones is right. He was glad I instead of sorry for the merciful suddenness of J B the death of his close friend and neighbor, Henry , Hk Leigh. It was indeed a fitting and wholly desirable HEL end for a supremely useful and unselfish life. T The thoughtless shrink with horror from sudden H death, but the wise ask to die suddenly. Those who B; know, prefer to work and worry to the very last Kr breath. There is no other satisfaction possible for Hij, old age. Heaven is to accomplish. Hell is to have to B lay down the tools, to have another take over the H' job, to watch the world go by without being a part H -: The covctecl P"ze -: -onS n7e -s a mockery H- unless the possessor may be hard at work. Not I. always necessarily hard physical labor. Warren M Johnson, the man who spent his best years at Lee's B Ferry at the command of the Church, keeping the H road open to settlers who were sent to conquer the H deserts of Arizona, spent the later years of his life H pinned to a wheel chair with a broken back. All the H . while he was the executive head of his large and ac- H tive family, with many varied interests. He was Hii . besides a useful community and church counselor, and H" never once dreamed of retiring from life and its Hi interesting projects. He lived usefully to the end. B The taste of life was sweet in his mouth to the last. mK "Man is that he might have joy." So the prophet B truly said. Joy comes from labor for those we love. Bi I -s a short, simple creed, but many a man has found B it sufficient. Play is for youth, but labor is the only B comfort of old age. Leave your father and moth'er Bl alone when they wish to work and worry. You B; would rob them of life itself, if you take away their B:' occupations. Let them labor a little at least. If you B. love them, pray that they may round out a long life B with a sudden" death. .Edwin Ford, a pioneer of $ Southern Utah of more than ninety years, was found dead in the evening dusk, out in his garden with a shovel just dropped from his hands. He tasted the sweetness of living to the very last drop. rn |
