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Show a world In travail. He could breath . aider. His conscience would ceaso Its scourglngs. The porter swung oj.en the gat and bade the pilgrim welcome H had como to his own. Great, stronf men understanding tho uselessnesi of individual effort to save the worli had here withdrawn from the flerci and relentless conflict. To theiu tha world'a problems wore Insoluble. At least they refused to face them And eo the ponderous doors close upoi a life bearing Its talents with it inw profitless obscurity. Comes then another 'age boasting its learning and Its culture and Iti outlook. It reads with supreme dls gust the story of the ancient monk. The age waits for men of courage, It argues, men who will withstand thp world to Its face. Then a man steps out from th mass. Shortly he beholds the world' ugliness and Us oppressions and knowing full well that his arm Is with-out with-out power to crush Ihe monster which holds a powerless world In Its grasp, cries, "Oh, well there can bo no use ln my foaming at the mouth. I can do nothing. I will gather my books together and build me a house with an open fire-place and will plac me a great chair near the hearth, Let the winds howl, let the children cry, let the poor women shriek, let godless Institutions suck the clty'i life blood and prey upou the unutterable unutter-able weakness of men. let a monstrous mons-trous woman and a brood of lawless vultures perch upon the seats of power. pow-er. Why should I care? It ls not a place where good fellows congregate congre-gate aud where the wheels of Industry Indus-try revolve with ceaseless whirr and where men clutch a 'personal liberty.' Hath tho world fairer things to givet The ancient recluso and the mod-ern mod-ern recluso arc the same; this one, gaunt and lean, pkulklng through thi pathless wilderness to the louely mountain monastery; this one, 6leoK and fat, moving Jauntily across th - fluffy carpet to the place of Belfudl refuge, tripping It lightly as ho goe6 within choking life from the hear the samo thought, "Let the old worbj rot. Only let me be at easo and n peace." PARABLE OF HOU 101 The regular "pulpit editorial" delivered de-livered last night by Rev. Noble Strong Elderkin at tho First Congregational church was as follows Once long ago when the day was dark and the times uncouth, a man grown weary with the sight of the world's ugliness and sick of its heartless heart-less Injustice, realizing that his weak arm could avail nothing, gathered his I possessions together and pressing tho hands of beloved friends set out upon tho long march to the mountain monastery. mon-astery. After many days he came to tho huge Iron gate. No longer were his ears smitten with the cries of an agonizing world. No longer were his eyes tortured with tho sight of |