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116b-THE SEA

The sea knows all things, for at night when
the winds are asleep the stars confide to him
their secrets. In his breast are stored away
all the elements that go to make up the round
world. Beneath his depths lie buried the
sunken kingdoms of fable and legend, whose
monarchs have long been lost in oblivion. He
appropriates and makes his own all that is—
dissolving the rocks that seek to stop his
passage-forming, transforming, rearranging,
never ceasing, tireless. Tireless ever, for he
gets his rest in motion.

With acute ear he listens along every coast
and lies in wait for the spirit of the offshore
wind.

All rivers run to meet him, carrying tidings
from afar, and ever the phosphorescent dust
from other spheres glimmers on his surface.

It is not to be wondered that men have
worshipped the ocean, for in his depths they
have seen mirrored the image of Eternity—
of Infinity. Here they have seen the symbol
of God's great plan of oneness with His
creatures, for the sea is the union of all
infinite particles, and it takes the whole to
make the one.

Men have fallen on their faces to worship
the sea. Women have thrown him their chil-
dren to appease his wrath. Savagely yet ten-
derly has he received the priceless treasure
and hidden it where none could recall.

He has heard the dying groans of untold
thousands, and drowned their cries for help
with his own ceaseless roar; but still his ear
has not failed to catch the whispers of con-
fession that have come from souls about to
appear before their Maker.

And yet how beautiful and kind is he in his
apparent relentless cruelty, for he keeps only
the transient part, and gently separates the
immortal and wafts the spirit back to God
who gave it.

And what does the sea do with all these
secrets, mysteries and treasures? Go shrive

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thyself, and with soul all in tune to the har-
monies of the Universe listen to the waves
and they shall tell thee the secrets of life!
-Elbert Hubbard.

Elbert Hubbard was drowned at sea, when the Cunard
Steamship Lusitania was torpedoed off the Old Head
of Kinsale, Ireland, May 7th, 1915.

116c-Send some one, Lord, to love the best there is in me, and to accept nothing less from me; to touch me with the searching tenderness of the passion for the ideal; to demand everything from me for my own sake; to give me so much that I can not think of myself; and to ask so much that I can keep nothing back; to console me by making me strong before sorrow comes; to help me so to live that, while I part with many things by the way, I lose nothing of the gift of life.-Hamilton Wright Mabie.

117-Sleep sweetly,

In this quiet room,

O thou, whoe'er thou art,

And let no mournful yesterdays

Disturb thy quiet heart;

Nor let tomorrow scare thy rest

With dreams of coming ill;

The Maker is thy changeless friend,

His love surrounds thee still.

Forget thyself and all the world;

Put out each glaring light,

The stars are watching overhead,
Sleep sweetly, then,

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GOOD NIGHT!

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118-Smile.

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119 Society is very tolerant; it forgives everything but truth.

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119a-SOLITUDE

Give me Solitude, Sweet Solitude: But in
my Solitude give me still one friend to whom
I may murmur, Solitude is Sweet

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120

So long as we love, we serve. So long as we are
loved by others I would almost say we are
indispensable; and no man is useless while he
has a friend.-Stevenson, the Beloved.

121-Some people get results if kindly encouraged -but give me the man who can do things in spite of hell!

122-Speak well of every one if you speak of them at all-none of us are so very good.-Elbert Hubbard

126-The art of winning in business is in working hard-not taking things too seriously. —Elbert Hubbard.

126a-THE FOOT-PATH TO PEACE: To be glad of life, because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars; to be satisfied with your possessions, but not contented with yourself until you have made the best of them; to despise nothing in the world except falsehood and meanness, and to fear nothing except cowardice; to be governed by your admirations rather than by your disgusts; to covet nothing that is your neighbor's except his kindness of heart and gentleness of manner; to think seldom of your enemies, often of your friends, and every day of Christ; and to spend as much time as you can, with body and with spirit, in God's out-of-doors-these are little guide-posts on the foot-path to peace.-Henry Van Dyke.

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127-The day returns and brings us the petty round

of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man, help us to perform them with laughter, and kind faces; let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep. Amen.-Robert Louis Stevenson. 128-The devil gave us our relatives, but, thank God, we can choose our friends.

129 The gossip habit is a disease. If you have gossip germs on your person, please disinfect before entering here. This place stands for head, hand and heart-for happiness, health and helpfulness.

130 THE HONORABLE ELK

The faults of our brothers we write up-
on the sands;

Their virtues on the tablets of love and
memory.

I am not a jiner, but if I ever jine the jiners
I will begin with the Elks and probably end
there. Without any special written code or
creed, the Elks stand for a certain standard
of intellect and ethics. The man with an
elk's tooth on his watch-chain, or the antlers
in his buttonhole, has no quarrel with God.
He accepts life and finds it good. He may not
be so very wise, nor so very good, but since
he knows he is not wise, and is ready to
admit that he is not so very good, he is wiser
than he knows and better than he will acknowl-
edge. The true Elk does not condemn, dis-
parage, nor rip reputations up the back.
Realizing his own limitations, he is lenient
in his judgments towards those who have
been tempted by Fate beyond their power
to resist. This quality of mercy, I have no-
ticed, is strongly implanted in the Elk nature.
Your Elk never weeps over his own troubles,

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but for the stricken souls of earth his tears
of pity are near the surface. The Elk loves
children, respects old age, and so far as I
have seen does n't incline especially toward
indifference to feminine charms. In many
instances, I have imagined the Elk revealed
a just appreciation of the elevated spheriod.
Yet in all your life you never saw one of
these horny sons of Elkdom going off alone
and cutting into the grape--his irrigation is
all in the line of goodfellowship. And his
worst fault lies right here-in this line of
conviviality; he sometimes overdoes it. But
I believe this will hold: no little pismire
apology for a man ever joined the Elks-he
would not feel at home among them. To be
an Elk, you must have faith in other men,
faith in yourself, and faith in the universe.
The Elks all look alike, and are all of one age.
Just what that age is, I have not yet made
out, but it lies somewhere between thirty
and fifty. No Elk ever is over fifty, no matter
how long he has lived, and none weighs over
two hundred pounds. They all have the joy-
ous, boyish, bubbling heart of youth, and
no whiskers. Lilacs are out of their line, and
Galways are tabooed. I never saw an Elk who
was very rich, excepting in kindness and good-
cheer, nor did I ever see one circumnavigating
on his uppers. They all have all the money
they need, even if not all they want. They
make money, and they spend it, and the more
they spend, the more they seem to make.

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Keep the change," is a remark the Elk always has in electrotype. I have been occasionally pained by hearing Elks relate stories that were slightly gamboge-tinted on the edges-but although these tales of persiflage had a Neufchatel flavor, yet there was always enough Attic salt supplied to redeem the mass from mortifying microbes. The Elk is not troubled about saving his soul-in fact, he is not troubled about anything. Perhaps that is his one distinguishing feature he does not worry, nor shake the red rag of wordy theo

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