BJ 1.571 THE Kingship of Self-Control Individual Problems and Possibilities . . . William George Jordan NEW YORK CHICAGO TORONTO Fleming H. Revell Company Republished from the Saturday Evening Post through the cour tesy of the Curtis Publishing Company. B J J L, Copyright, 1898 and 1899 by CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY Copyright, 1899 by PLBMING H. REVELL COMPANY dept. Contents CHAP. PACB I. THE KINGSHIP OF SELF-CONTROL . . 7 II. THE CRIMES OF THE TONGUE . 13 III. THE RED TAPE OF DUTY . . .18 IV. THE SUPREME CHARITY OF THE WORLD . 24 V. WORRY, THE GREAT AMERICAN DISEASE . 30 VI. THE GREATNESS OF SIMPLICITY . . 36 VII. LIVING LIFE OVER AGAIN . .42 VIII. SYNDICATING OUR SORROWS . . 48 IX. THE REVELATIONS OF RESERVE POWER . 54 The Kingship of Self-Control has two creators, his God and himself. His first creator furnishes him the raw material of his life and the laws in conformity with which he can make that life what he will. His second creator, himself, has marvellous powers he rarely realizes. It is what a man makes of him- self that counts. When a man fails in life he usually says, "I am as God made me." When he succeeds he proudly proclaims himself a "self-made man." Man is placed into this world not as a finality, but as a possibility. Man's greatest enemy is, himself. Man in his weakness is the creature of circumstances; man in his strength is the creator of circumstances. Whether he be victim or victor depends largely on himself. Man is never jruly great merely for what he 15, but ever for what he may become. Until man be truly filled with the knowledge of the majesty of his possibility, until there come to him the glow of realization of his privilege to live the life committed to him, as an individual 8 The Kingship of Self-Control life for which he is individually responsible, he is merely groping through the years. To see his life as he might make it, man must go up alone into the mountains of spiritual thought as Christ went alone into the Garden, leaving the world to .get strength to live in the world. He must there breathe the fresh, pure air of recognition of his divine importance as an individual, and with mind purified and tingling with new strength he must approach the prob- lems of his daily living. Man needs less of the " I am a feeble worm of the dust " idea in his theology, and more of the conception "I amja_great human soul with mar- vellous possibilities " as a vital element in his daily, working religion. With this broadening, stimu- lating view of life, he sees how he may attain his kingship through self-control. And the self-con- trol that is seen in the most spectacular instances in history, and in the simplest phases of daily life is precisely the same in kind and in quality, differing only in degree. This control man can attain, if he only will; it is but a matter of pay- ingjhe price. I The power of self-control is one of the great /qualities that differentiates man from the lower animals. He is the only animal capable of a moral struggle or a moral conquest. Every step in the progress of the world has been a new "control^ It has been escaping from the tyranny of a fact, to the understanding and mastery of that fact. For ages man looked The Kingship of Self-Control 9 in terror at the lightning flash; to-day he has begun to understand it as electricity, a force he has mastered and made his slave. JThe million phases of electrical invention are buTmanifesta- tions of our control over a great force. But the greatest of all "controTLis self-control. At each moment of man's life he is either a King or a slave. As he surrenders to a wrong appetite, to any human weakness; as he falls prostrate in hopeless subjection to any condition, to any environment, to any failure, he is a slave. As he day by day crushes out human weakness, masters opposing elements within him, and day by day re-creates a new self from the sin and folly of his past, then he is a King. He is a King ruling with wisdom over himself. Alex- ander conquered the whole world except, Ale*- ander. Emperor of the earth, he was the servile siaviTof his own passions. We look with envy upon the possessions of others and wish they were our own. Sometimes we feel this in a vague, dreamy way with no thought of real attainment, as when we wish we had Queen Victoria's crown, or Emperor Wil- liam's self-satisfaction. Sometimes, however, we grow bitter, storm at the wrong distribution of the good things of life, and then relapse into a hopeless fatalistic acceptance of our condition. We envy the success of others, when we should emulate the process by which that suc- cess came. We see the splendid physical de- velopment of Sandow, yet we forget that as a io The Kingship of Self-Control ' babe and child he was so weak there was little hope that his life might be spared. We may sometimes envy the power and spirit- ual strength of a Paul, without realizing the weak Saul of Tarsus from which he was transformed through his self-control. We shut our eyes to the thousands of in- stances of the world's successes, mental, moral, physical, financial or spiritual, wherein the great final success came from a beginning far weaker and poorer than our own. x\ Any man may attain self-control if he only \ will. He must not expect to gain it save by long continued payment of price, in small pro- gressive expenditures of energy. Nature is a thorough believer in the installment plan in her relations with the individual. No man is so poor that he cannot begin to pay for what he wants, and every small, individual payment that he makes, Nature stores and accumulates for him / as a reserve fund in his hour of need. The patience man expends in bearing the little trials of his daily life Nature stores for him as a wondrous reserve in a crisis of life. With Na- ture, the mental, the physical or the moral energy he expends daily in right-doing is all stored for him and transmuted into strength. Nature never accepts a cash payment in full for anything, this would be an injustice to the poor and to the weak. It is only the progressive, installment plan Na- ture recognizes. No man can make a habit in a The Kingship of Self-Control n moment or break it in a moment. It is a matter of development, of growth. But at any moment V man may begin to make or begin to break any habit. This view of the growth of character should be a mighty stimulus to the man who sincerely desires and determines to live nearer to the limit of his possibilities. Self-control may be developed in precisely the same manner as we tone up a weak muscle, little exerdses day by day. Let us each day as mere exercises of discipline in moral gymnas- tics, a few acts that are disagreeable to us, the doing of which will help us in instant action in our hour of need. The exercises may be very simple, dropping for a time an intensely inter- esting book at the most thrilling page of the story; jumping out of bed at the first moment of \ waking; walking home when one is perfectly able to do so, but when the temptation is to take a car; talking to some disagreeable person and trying to make the conversation pleasant. These daily exercises in moral discipline will have a wondrous tonic effect on man's whole moral nature. The individual can attain self-control in great things only through self-control in little things. He must study himself to discover what is the weak point in his armor, what is the element within him that ever keeps him from his fullest success. This is the characteristic upon which he should begin his exercise in self-control. Is it selfishness, vanity, cowardice, morbidness, tern- 12 The Kingship of Self-Control per, laziness, worry, mind-vandering, lack of purpose ? whatever form human weakness as- sume in the masquerade of life he must dis- cover. He must then live each day as if his whole existence were telescoped down to the j single day before him. With no useless regret for the past, no useless worry for the future, he should live that day as if it were his only day, the only day left for him to assert all that is best in him, the only day left for him to conquer all that is worst in him. He should master the weak element within him at each slight manifes- tation from moment to moment. Each moment then must be a victory for it or for him. Will he be King, or will he be slave? the answer rests with him. ft The Crimes of the Tongue j]HE second most deadly instrument of de- struction is the dynamite gun, thejirsj; is the human tongue. The gun merely killsTxxTies ; the tongue kills reputations and, ofttimes, ruins characters. Each gun works alone; each loaded tongue has a hundred accom- plices. The havoc of the gun is visible at once. The full evil of the tongue lives through all the years; even the eye of Omniscience might grow tired in tracing it to its finality. The crimes of the tongue are words of un- kindness, of anger, of malice, of envy, of bitter- ness, of harsh criticism, gossip, lying and scan- dal. Theft and murder are awful crimes, yet in any single year the aggregate sorrow, pain and suffering they cause in a nation is microscopic when compared with the sorrows that come from the crimes of the tongue. Place in one of the scale-pans of Justice the evils resulting from the acts of criminals, and in the other the grief and tears and suffering resulting from the crimes of respectability, and you will start back in amaze- ment as you see the scale you thought the heavier shoot high in air. 13 14 The Crimes of the Tongue At the hands of thief or murderer few of us suffer, even indirectly. But from the careless tongue of friend, the cruel tongue of enemy, who is free ? No human being can live a life so true, so fair, so pure as to be beyond the reach of malice, or immune from the poisonous emanations of envy. The insidious attacks against one's reputation, the loathsome innuen- does, slurs, half-lies by which jealous mediocrity seeks to ruin its superiors, are like those insect parasites that kill the heart and life of a mighty oak. So cowardly is the method, so stealthy the. shooting of the poisoned thorns, so insignificant the separate acts in their seeming, that one is no't on guard against them. It is easier to dodge an elephant than a microbe. In London they have recently formed an Anti- Scandal League. The members promise to com- bat in every way in their power "the prevalent custom of talking scandal, the terrible and unend- ing consequences of which are not generally es- timated." Scandal is one of the crimes of the tongue, but It is only one. Every individual who breathes a word of scandal is an active stockholder in a so- ciety for the spread of moral contagion. He is instantly punishe^ by Nature by having his men- tal eyes ditnmed to sweetness and purity, and his mind deadened to the sunlight and glow of char- ity. There is developed a wondrous, ingenious perversion of mental vision by which every act of others is explained and interpreted from the The Crimes of the Tongue 15 lowest possible motives. They become like cer- tain carrion flies, that pass lightly over acres of rose-gardens, to feast on a piece of putrid meat. They have developed a keen scent for the foul matter upon which they feed. There are pillows wet by sobs ; there are noble hearts broken in the silence whence comes no cry of protest; there are gentle, sensitive natures seared and warped; there are old-time friends separated and walking their lonely ways with hope dead and memory but a pang; there are cruel misunderstandings that make all life look dark, these are but a few of the sorrows that come from the crimes of the tongue. A man may lead a life of honesty and purity, battling bravely for all he holds dearest, so firm and sure of the Tightness of his life that he never thinks for an instant of the diabolic ingenuity that makes evil and evil report where naught but good really exists. A few words lightly spoken by the tongue of slander, a significant expression of the eyes, a cruel shrug of the shoulders, with ? a pursing of the lips, and then, friendly hands r grow cold, the accustomed smile is displaced by a sneer, and one stands alone and aloof with a dazed feeling of wonder at the vague, intangible something that has caused it all. For this craze for scandal, sensational news- papersjof to-day are largely responsTBle. Each newspaper is not one tongue, but a thousand or a million tongues, telling the same foul story to as many pairs of listening ears. The vultures of 16 The Crimes of the Tongue sensationalism scent the carcass of immorality afar off. From the uttermost parts of the earth they collect the sin, disgrace and folly of human- ity, and show them bare to the world. They do not even require facts, for morbid memories and fertile imaginations make even the worst of the world's happenings seem tame when compared with their monstrosities of invention. These stories, and the discussions they excite, de- velop in readers a cheap, shrewd power of dis- tortion of the acts of all around them. If a rich man give a donation to some charity, they say: " He is doing it to get his name talked about, to help his business." If he give it anonymously, they say, "Oh, it's some million- aire who is clever enough to know that refrain- ing from giving his name will pique curiosity; he will see that the public is informed later." If he do not give to charity, they say: "Oh, he's stingy with his money, of course, like the rest of the millionaires." To the vile tongue of gossip and slander, Virtue is ever deemed but a mask, noble ideals but a pretense, generosity a bribe. / The man who stands above his fellows must expect to be the target for the envious arrows of their inferiority. It is part of the price he must pay for his advance. One of the most detest- able characters in all literature is lago. En- vious of the promotion of Cassio above his head, he hated Othello. His was one of those low na- tures that become absorbed in sustaining his dignity, talking of "preserving his honor," The Crimes of the Tongue 17 forgetting it has so long been dead that even em- balming could not preserve it. Day by day lago dropped his poison; day by day did subtle re- sentment and studied vengeance distill the poison of distrust and suspicion into more powerfully insidious doses. With a mind wonderfully con- centrated by the blackness of his purpose, he wove a network of circumstantial evidence around the pure-hearted Desdemona, and then murdered her vicariously, by the hand of Othello. Her very simplicity, confidence, innocence and artlessness made Desdemona the easier mark for the diabolic tactics of lago. lago still lives in the hearts of thousands, who have all his despicable meanness without his cleverness. The constant dropping of their lying words of malice and envy have in too many in- stances at last worn away the noble reputations of their superiors. To sustain ourselves in our own hasty judg- ments we sometimes say, as we listen, and ac- cept without investigation, the words of these modern lagoes: "Well, where there is so much smoke, there must be some fire." Yes, but the fire may be only the fire of malice, the incendiary firing of the reputation of another by the lighted torch of envy, thrown into the innocent facts of a life of superiority. m The Red Tape of Duty is the most over-lauded word in the whole vocabulary of life. Duty is the cold, bare anatomy of righteousness, Duty looks at life as a debt to be paid; love sees life as a debt to be collected. Duty is ever paying assessments; love is constantly counting its premiums. Duty is forced, like a pump; love is spontane- ous, like a fountain. Duty is prescribed and formal; it is part of the red tape of life. It means running on moral rails. It is good enough as a beginning; it is poor as a finality. The boy who "stood on the burning deck," and who committed suicide on a technical point of obedience, has been held up to the school children of this century as a model of faithful- ness to duty. The boy was the victim of a blind adherence to the red tape of duty. He was plac- ing the whole responsibility for his acts on some one outside himself. He was helplessly waiting for instruction in the hour of emergency when he should have acted for himself. His act was an empty sacrifice. It was a useless throwing 18 The Red Tape of Duty 19 away of a human life. It did no good to the fa- ther, to the boy, to the ship, or to the nation. The captain who goes down with his sinking vessel, when he has done everything in his power to save others and when he can save his own life without dishonor, is the victim of a false sense of duty. He is cruelly forgetful of the loved ones on shore that he is sacrificing. His death means a spectacular exit from life, the cowardly fear of an investigating committee, or a brave man's loyal, yet misguided, sense of duty. A human life, with its wondrous possibil- ities, is too sacred an individual trust to be thus lightly thrown into eternity. They tell us of the " sublime nobleness " of the Roman soldier at Pompeii, whose skeleton was found centuries afterward, imbedded in the once molten lava which swept down upon the doomed city. He was still standing at one of the gates, at his post of duty, still grasping a sword in his crumbling fingers. His was a morbid faithful- ness to a discipline from which a great convul- sion of Nature had released him. An automaton would have stood there just as long, just as boldly, just as uselessly. The man who gives one hour of his life to lov- ing, consecrated service to humanity is doing higher, better, truer work in the world than an army of Roman sentinels paying useless tribute to the red tape of duty. There is in this inter- pretation of duty no sympathy with the man who deserts his post when needed; it is but a 20 The Red Tape of Duty protest against losing the essence, the realness of true duty in worshipping the mere form. Analyze, If you will, any of the great historic instances of loyalty to duty, and whenever they ring true you will find the presence of the real element that made the act almost divine. It was duty, plus love. It was no mere sense of duty that made Grace Darling risk her life in the awful storm of sixty years ago, when she set out in the darkness of night, on a raging sea, to rescue the survivors of the wreck of "The Forfarshire." It was the sense of duty, warmed and vivified by a love of humanity, it was heroic courage of a heart filled with divine pity and sympathy. Duty is a hard, mechanical process for making men do things that love would make easy. It is a poor understudy to love. It is not a high enough motive with which to inspire humanity. Duty is the body to which love is the soul. Love, in the divine alchemy of life, transmutes all duties Into privileges, all responsibilities into joys. The workman who drops his tools at the stroke of twelve, as suddenly as if he had been struck by lightning may be doing his duty, but he is doing nothing more. No man has made a great success of his life or a fit preparation for immor- tality oy doing merely his duty. He must do that, and more. If he puts love into his work, the " more" will be easy. The nurse may watch faithfully at the bedside of a sick child as a duty. But to the mother's The Red Tape of Duty 21 heart the care of the little one, in the battle against death, is never a duty; the golden mantle of love thrown over every act makes the word "duty" have a jarring sound as if it were the voice of desecration. When a child turns out badly in later years, the parent may say, "Well, I always did my duty by him." Then it is no wonder the boy turned out wrong. "Doing his duty by his son "too often implies merely food, lodging, clothes and education supplied by the father. Why, a pub- lic institution would give that! What the boy needed most was deep draughts of love; he needed to live in an atmosphere of sweet synv pathy, counsel and trust. The parent should ever be an unfailing refuge, a constant resource and inspiration, not a mere larder, or hotel, or wardrobe, or school that furnishes these necessi- ties free. The empty boast of mere parental duty is one of the dangers of modern society. Christianity stands forth as the one religion based on love, not duty. Christianity sweeps all duties into one word, love. Love is the one great duty enjoined by the Christian religion. What duty creeps to laboriously, love reaches in a moment on the wings of a dove. Duty is not lost, condemned or destroyed in Christianity; it is dignified, purified and exalted and all its rough ways are made smooth, by love. The supreme instance of generosity in the world's history is not the giving of millions by some one of great name; it is the giving of a 22 The Red Tape of Duty mite by a widow whose name does not appear. Behind the widow's mite was no sense of duty; it was the full, free and perfect gift of a heart filled with love. In the Bible " duty " is men- tioned but five times; " love," hundreds. In the conquest of any weakness in our mental or moral make-up; in the attainment of any strength; in our highest and truest relation to ourselves and to the world, let us ever make 14 love" our watchword, not mere "duty." If we desire to live a life of truth and honesty, to make our word as strong as our bond, let us not expect to keep ourselves along the narrow line of truth under the constant lash of the whip of duty. Let us begin to love the truth, to fill our mind and life with the strong whitelight of sincerity and sterling honesty. Let us love the truth so strongly that there will develop within us, without our conscious effort, an ever-present horror of a lie. If we desire to do good in the world, let us begin to love humanity, to realize more truly the great dominant note that sounds in every mortal, despite all the discords of life, the great natural bond of unity that makes all men brothers. Then jealousy, malice, envy, unkind words and cruel misjudging will be eclipsed and lost in the sunshine of love. The greatest triumph of the nineteenth century is not its marvellous progress in invention; its strides in education; its conquests of the dark regions of the world; the spread of a higher The Red Tape of Duty 23 mental tone throughout the earth ; the wondrous increase in material comfort and wealth, the greatest triumph of the century is not any nor aft of these; it is the sweet atmosphere of Peace that is covering the nations, it is the growing closer and closer of the peoples of the earth. Peace is but the breath, the perfume, the life of love. Love is the wondrous angel of life that rolls away all the stones of sorrow and suffering from the pathway of duty. IV The Supreme Charity of the World j]RUE charity is not typified by an alms- box. The benevolence of a check-book does not meet all the wants of human- ity. Giving food, clothing and money to the poor is only the beginning, the kinder- garten class, of real charity. Charity has higher, purer forms of manifestation. Charity is but an instinctive reaching out for justice in life. Char- ity seeks to smooth down the rough places of living, to bridge the chasms of human sin and folly, to feed the heart-hungry, to give strength to the struggling, to be tender with human weak- ness, and greatest of all, it means obeying the Divine injunction: "Judge not." The true symbol of the greatest charity is the scales of judgment held on high, suspended from the hand of Justice. So perfectly are they poised that they are never at rest ; they dare not stop for a moment to pronounce final judgment; each second adds its grain of evidence to either side of the balance. With this ideal before him, man, conscious of his own weakness and frailty, dare not arrogate to himself the Divine prerogative of pronouncing severe or final judgment on any in- 24 Supreme Charity of the World 25 dividual. He will seek to train mind and heart to greater keenness, purity, and delicacy in watching the trembling movement of the bal- ance in which he weighs the characters and repu- tations of those around him. It is a great pity in life that all the greatest words are most degraded. We hear people say : " I do so love to study character, in the cars and on the street." They are not studying character; they are merely observing characteristics. The study of character is not a puzzle that a man may work out over night. Character is most subtle, elusive, changing and contradictory a strange mingling of habits, hopes, tendencies, ideals, mo- tives, weaknesses, traditions and memories manifest in a thousand different phases. There is but one quality necessary for the per- fect understanding of character, one quality that, if man have it, he may dare to judge that is, omniscience. Most people study character as a proofreader pores over a great poem: his ears are dulled to the majesty and music of the lines, his eyes are darkened to the magic imagination of the genius of the author; that proofreader is busy watching for an inverted comma, a mis- spacing, or a wrong-font letter. He has an eye trained for the imperfections, the weaknesses. Men who pride themselves on being shrewd in discovering the weak points, the vanity, dishon- esty, immorality, intrigue and pettiness of others think they understand character. They know only part of character they know only the depths 26 Supreme Charity of the World to which some men may sink; they know not the heights to which some men may rise. An optimist is a man who has succeeded in associat- ing with humanity for some time without be- coming a cynic. We never see the target a man aims at in life; we see only the target he hits. We judge from results, and we imagine an infinity of motives that we say must have been in his mind. No man since the creation has been able to live a life so pure and noble as to exempt him from the misjudgment of those around him. It is impos- sible to get aught but a distorted image from a convex or a concave mirror. If misfortune comes to some one, people are prone to say, "It is a judgment upon him." How do they know ? Have they been eaves- dropping at the door of Paradise ? When sorrow and failure come to us, we regard them as mis- directed packages that should be delivered else- where. We do too much watching of our neigh- bor's garden, too little weeding in our own. Bottles have been picked up at sea thousands of miles from the point where they have been cast into the waters. They have been the sport of wind and weather; carried along by ocean currents, they have reached a destination un- dreamed of. Our flippant, careless words of judgment of the character of some one, words lightly and perhaps innocently spoken, may be carried by unknown currents and bring sorrow, misery and shame to the innocent. A cruel Supreme Charity of the World 27 smile, a shrug of the shoulders or a cleverly elo- quent silence may ruin in a moment the reputa- tion a man or woman has been building for years. It is as a single motion of the hand may destroy the delicate geometry of a spider's web, spun from its own body and life, though all the united efforts of the universe could not put it back as it was. We do not need to judge nearly so much as We think we do. This is the age of snap judg- ments. The habit is greatly intensified by the sensational press. Twenty-four hours after a great murder there is difficulty in getting enough /men who have not already formulated a judg- ment, to try the case. These men, in most in- stances, have read and accepted the garbled, highly-colored newspaper account; they have to their own satisfaction discovered the murderer, practically tried him and sentenced him. We hear readers state their decisions with all the force and absoluteness of one who has had the whole Book of Life made luminant and spread out be- fore him. If there be one place in life where the attitude of the agnostic is beautiful, it is in this matter of judging others. It is the courage to say: "I don't know. I am waiting further evi- dence. I must hear both sides of the question. Till then I suspend all judgment." It is this sus- pendedjudgment thatjs, charity. It is strange that in life we recognize the right of every criminal to have a fair, open trial, yet 28 Supreme Charity of the World we condemn unheard the dear friends around us on mere circumstantial evidence. We rely on the mere evidence of our senses, trust it implic- itly, and permit it to sweep away like a mighty tide the faith that has been ours for years. We see all life grow dark, hope sink before our eyes, and the golden treasures of memory turn to cruel thoughts of loss to sting us with maddening pain. Our hasty judgment, that a few moments of ex- planation would remove, has estranged the friend of our life. If we be thus unjust to those we hold dear, what must be the cruel injustice of our judgment of others ? A^ We know nothing of the trials, sorrows and \ temptations of those around us, of pillows wet with sobs, of the life-tragedy that may be hidden behind a smile, of the secret cares, struggles and worries that shorten life and leave their mark in hair prematurely whitened, and in character changed and almost re-created in a few days. We say sometimes to one who seems calm and smiling: "You ought to be supremely happy; you have everything that heart could wish." It may be that at that very moment the person is passing alone through some agony of sorrow, where the teeth seem almost to bite into the lips in the attempt to keep feelings under control, when life seems a living death from which there is no relief. Then these light, flip- pant phrases jar upon us, and we seem as isolated and separated from the rest of humanity as if we were living on another planet Supreme Charity of the World 29 Let us not dare to add to the burden of another the pain of our judgment. If we would guard our lips from expressing, wejnust control QUE- mind, we must stop this continual sitting in judgment on the acts of others, even in private. Let us by daily exercises in self-control learn to turn off the process ofjudging as we would 'ps: LetTus eliminate pride, passion, personal feeling, prejudice and pettiness from our mind, and higher, purer emotions will rush in, as air seeks to fill a vacuum. Charity is not a formula; it is an atmosphere. Let us cultivate charity in judging; let us seek to draw out latent good in others rather than to discover hidden evil. It requires the eye of charity to see the un- developed butterfly in the caterpillar. Let us, if we would rise to the full glory of our privilege, to the dignity of true living, make for our watch- word the injunction of the supreme charity of the world "Judge not." Worry,the Great American Disease RRY is the most popular form of suicide. Worry impairs appetite, disturbs sleep, makes respiration ir- regular, spoils digestion, irritates dis- position, warps character, weakens mind, stimu- lates disease, and saps bodily health. It is th< real cause of death in thousands of instances where some other disease is named in the death certificate. Worry is mental poison; work is mental food. When a child's absorption in his studies keepi him from sleeping, or when he tosses and turnj from side to side, muttering the multiplication table or spelling words aloud, when sleep does come, then that child shows he is worrying. It is one of Nature's danger-signals raised to warn parents, and in mercy the parent should take *; firm stand. The burden of that child's daily tasks should be lightened, the tension of its con- centration should be lessened, the hours of its slavery to education should be cut short. When a man or woman works over in dreams the problems of the day, when the sleeping hours are spent in turning the kaleidoscope of the day's 30 Worry, the Great American Disease 31 activities, then there is either overwork or worry, and most likely it is the worry that comes from overwork. The Creator never intended a healthy mind to dream of the day's duties. Either dream- less sleep or dreams of the past should be the order of the night. When the spectre of one grief, one fear, one sorrow, obtrudes itself between the eye and the printed page; when the inner voice of this irri- tating memory, or fear, looms up so loud as to deaden outside voices, there is danger to the individual. When all day, every hour, every moment, there is the dull, insistent, numb pain of something that makes itself felt through, above and below all our other thinking, we must know that we are worrying. Then there is but one thing to do, we must stop that worry; we must kill it. The wise men of this wondrous century have made great discoveries in their interviews with Nature. They have discovered that everything that has been created has its uses. They will teach you not to assassinate flies with paper coated with sweetened glue, for "the flies are Nature's scavengers/' They will tell you just what are the special duties and responsibilities of each of the microscopic microbes with telescopic names. In their wildest moods of scientific e;v thusiasm they may venture to persuade you intt believing that even the mosquito serves some real purpose in Nature, but no man that has ever lived can truthfully say a good word about worry. 32 Worry, the Great American Disease Worry is forethought gone to seed. Worry is discounting possible future sorrows so that the individual may have present misery. Worry is the father of insomnia. Worry is the traitor in our camp that dampens our powder, weakens our aim. Under the guise of helping us to bear the present, and to be ready for the future, worry multiplies enemies within our own mind to sap our strength. Worry is the dominance of the mind by a single vague, restless, unsatisfied, fearing and fearful idea. The mental energy and force that should be concentrated on the successive duties of the day is constantly and surreptitiously abstracted and absorbed by this one fixed idea. The full, rich strength of the unconscious working of th mind, that which produces our best success, thai represents our finest activity, is tapped, led awa) and wasted on worry. Worry must not be confused with anxiety though both words agree in meaning, originally, a "choking," or a "strangling/' referring, ot course, to the throttling effect upon individual! activity. Anxiety faces large issues of life se- riously, calmly, with dignity. Anxiety always suggests hopeful possibility; it is active in being ready, and devising measures to meet the out- come. Worry is not one large individual sorrow; it is a colony of petty, vague, insignificant, rest- less imps of fear, that become important only from their combination, their constancy, theii iteration. Worry, the Great American Disease 33 When Death comes, when the one we love has passed from us, and the silence and the lone- ness and the emptiness of all things make us stare dry-eyed into the future, we give ourselves up, for a time, to the agony of isolation. This is not a petty worry we must kill ere it kills us. This is the awful majesty of sorrow that mercifully be- numbs us, though it may later become, in the mysterious working of omnipotence, a rebaptism and a regeneration. It is the worry habit, the constant magnifying of petty sorrows to eclipse the sun of happiness, against which I here make protest. To cure worrv.Jhe i the case heroic-treat- ment. He must realize, with every fibre of his b'eingrthe utter, absolute uselessness of worry. He must not think this is commonplace, a bit of mere theory ; it is a reality that he must trans- late for himself from mere words to a real, living fact. He must fully understand that if it were possible for him to spend a whole series of eter- nities in worry, it would not change the fact one jot or tittle. It is a timgforaction, not worry, because worry paralyzeiTthougTiFancl action, too. If you set down a column of figures in addition, no amount of worry can change the sum total of those figures. That result is wrapped up in the inevitability of mathematics. The result can be made different only by changing the figures as they are set down, one by one, in that column. The one time that a man cannot afford to worry 34 Worry, the Great American Disease is when he does worry. Then he is facing, or imagines he is, a critical turn in affairs. This is the time when he needs one hundred per cent. of his mental energy to make his plans quickly, to see what is his wisest decision, to keep a clear eye on the sky and on his course, and a firm hand on the helm until he has weathered the storm in safety. There are two reasons why man should not worry, either one of which must operate in every instance. First^because he cannot prevent the results he fears. Second^ because he can prevent them. If he be powerless to avert the blow, he needs perfect mental concentration to meet it bravely, to lighten its force, to get what salvage he can from the wreck, to sustain his strength at this time when he must plan a new future. If he can prevent the evil he fears, then he has no need to worry, for he would by so doing be dis sipating energy in his very hour of need. ; If man do, day by day, ever the best he can by the light he has, he has no need to fear, ncr need to regret, no need to worry. No agony of worry would do aught to help him. Neither mortal nor angel can do more than his best. If we look back upon our past life we will see how, in the marvellous working of events, the cities of our greatest happiness and of our fullest success' have been built along the rivers of our deepest sorrows, our most abject failures. We then real* ize that our present happiness or success would have been impossible had it not been for some Worry, the Great American Disease 35 terrible affliction or loss in the past, some won- drous potent force in the evolution of our char- acter or our fortune. This should be a wondrous stimulus to us in bearing the trials and sorrows of life. To cure one's self of worry is not an easy taskl it is not to be removed in two or three applica- ] tions of the quack medicine of any cheap phi- losophy, but it requires only clear, simple, com- mon-sense applied to the business of life. Man has no right to waste his own energies, to weaken his own powers and influence, for he has inalienable duties to himself, to his family, to society, and to the wortd. VI The Greatness of Simplicity [IMPLICITY is the elimination of the non- essential in all things. It reduces life to its minimum of real needs; raises it to its maximum of powers. Simplicity means the survival, not of the fittest, but ol the best. In morals it kills the weeds of vice and weakness so that the flowers of virtue antf strength may have room to grow. Simplicity cuts off waste and intensifies concentration. It, converts flickering torches into searchlights. All great truths are simple. The essence at Christianity could be given in a few words; & lifetime would be but continued seeking to make those words real and living in thoughts and acts. The true Christian's individual belief is always simpler than his church creed, and upon these vital, foundation elements he builds his life. Higher criticism never rises to the heights of his simplicity. He does not care whether the whale swallowed Jonah or Jonah swallowed the whale. Hair-splitting interpretation of words and phrases is an intellectual dissipation he has no time for. He cares naught for the anatomy of religion; he has its soul. His simple faith he 36 The Greatness of Simplicity 37 Wves, in thought and word and act, day by day. Like the lark he lives nearest the ground; like the lark he soars highest toward heaven. The minister whose sermons are made up merely of flowers of rhetoric, sprigs of quota- tion, sweet fancy, and perfumed commonplaces, is consciously or unconsciously posing in the pulpit. His literary charlotte-russes, sweet froth on a spongy, pulpy base, never helped a human soul, they give neither strength nor inspiration. If the mind and heart of the preacher were really thrilled with the greatness and simplicity of re- ligion, he would, week by week, apply the ring- Ing truths of his faith to the vital problems of daily living. The test of a strong, simple sermon Is results, not the Sunday praise of his auditors, but their bettered lives during the week. People who pray on their knees on Sunday and prey on their neighbors on Monday, need simplicity in their faith. No character can be simple unless it is based on truth, unless it is lived in harmony with one's own conscience and ideals. Simplicity is the pure white light of a life lived from within. It is destroyed by any attempt to live in harmony with public opinion. Public opinion is a con- science owned by a syndicate, where the in- dividual is merely a stockholder. But the in- dividual has a conscience of which he is sole pro- prietor. Adjusting his life to his own ideals is the royal road to simplicity. Affectation is the confession of inferiority; it is an unnecessary 38 The Greatness of Simplicity proclamation that one is not living the life he pretends to live. Simplicity is restful contempt for the non-es- sentials of life. It is restless hunger for the non- essentials that is the secret of most of the discon- tent of the world. It is constant striving to out- shine others that kills simplicity and happiness. Nature, in all her revelations, seeks to teach man the greatness of simplicity. Health is but the living of a physical life in harmony with a few simple, clearly defined laws. Simple food, simple exercise, simple precautions will work wonders. But man grows tired of the simple things, he yields to subtle temptations in eating and drinking, listens to his palate instead of to Nature, and he suffers. He is then led into in- timate acquaintance with dyspepsia, and he sits like a child at his own bounteous table, forced to limit his eating to simple food that he scorned. There is a tonic strength in the hour of sorrow and affliction, in escaping from the world and society and getting back to the simple duties and interests we have slighted and forgotten. Our world grows smaller, but it grows dearer and greater. Simple things have a new charm for us, and we suddenly realize that we have been renouncing all that is greatest and best, in our pursuit of some phantom. Simplicity is the characteristic that is most dif- ficult to simulate. The signature that is most difficult to imitate is the one that is most simple, most individual and most free from flourishes. The Greatness of Simplicity 39 bank note that is the most difficult to coun- terfeit successfully is the one that contains the fewest lines and has the least intricate detail. So simple is it that any departure from the normal is instantly apparent. So is it also in mind and in morals. Simplicity in act is the outward expression of simplicity in thought. Men who carry on their shoulders the fate of a nation are quiet, modest, unassuming. They are often made gentle, calm and simple by the discipline of their responsibil- ity. They have no room in their minds for the pettiness of personal vanity. It is ever the drum- major who grows pompous when he thinks that the whole world is watching him as he marches at the head of the procession. The great general, bowed with the honors of many campaigns, is simple and unaffected as a child. The college graduate assumes the airs of one to whom is committed the wisdom of the ages, while the great man of science, the Columbus of some great continent of investigation, is simple and humble. The longest Latin derivatives seem necessary to express the thoughts of young writers. The world's great masters in literature can move man- kind to tears, give light and life to thousands in darkness and doubt, or scourge a nation for its folly, by words so simple as to be common- place. But transfigured by the divinity of genius, there seems almost a miracle in words. Life grows wondrously beautiful when we 40 The Greatness of Simplicity look at it as simple, when we can brush aside the trivial cares and sorrows and worries and fail- ures and say: " They don't count. They are not the real things of life; they are but interruptions. There is something within me, my individuality, that makes all these gnats of trouble seem too trifling for me to permit them to have any domin- ion over me." Simplicity is a mental soil where artifice, lying, deceit, treachery and selfish, low ambition, cannot grow. The man whose character is simple looks truth and honesty so straight in the face that he has no consciousness of intrigue and corruption around him. He is deaf to the hints and whispers of wrong that a suspicious nature would suspect even before they existed. He scorns to meet in- trigue with intrigue, to hold power by bribery, to pay weak tribute to an inferior that has a tem- porary inning. To true simplicity, to perceive a truth is to begin to live it, to see a duty is to be- gin to do it. Nothing great can ever enter into the consciousness of a man of simplicity and re- main but a theory. Simplicity in a character is like the needle of a compass, it knows only one point, its North, its ideal. Let us seek to cultivate this simplicity in all things in our life. The first step toward simplic- ity is "simplifying." The beginning of mental or moral progress or reform is always, renun- ciation or sacrifice. It is rejection, surrender or destruction of separate phrases of habit or life that have kept us from higher things. Reform The Greatness of Simplicity 41 your diet and you simplify it; make your speech truer and higher and you simplify it; reform your morals and you begin to cut off your immorals. The secret of all true greatness is simplicity. Make simplicity the keynote of your life and you will be great, no matter though your life be hum- ble and your influence seem but little. Simple habits, simple manners, simple needs, simple words, simple faiths, all are the pure manifes- tations of a mind and heart of simplicity. Simplicity is never to be associated with weak- ness and ignorance. It means reducing tons of ore to nuggets of gold. It means the light of full- est knowledge; it means that the individual has seen the folly and the nothingness of those things that make up the sum of the life of others. He has lived down what others are blindly seeking to live up to. Simplicity is the sun of a self-cen- tred and pure life, the secret of any specific greatness in the life of the individual. VII Living Life Over Again a terrific storm a few years ago a ship was driven far out of her course, and, helpless and disabled, was carried into a strange bay. The water supply gave out, and the crew suffered agony of thirst, yet dared not drink of the salt water in which their vessel floated. In their last extremity they lowered a bucket over the ship's side, and in des- peration quaffed the beverage they thought was sea-water. But to their joy and amazement the water was fresh, cool and life-giving. They were in a fresh-water arm of the sea, and they did not know it. They had simply to reach down and accept the new life and strength for which they prayed. Man, to-day, heart-weary with the sorrow, sin and failure of his past life, feels that he could live a better life if he could only have another chance, if he could only live life over again, if he could only start afresh with his present knowl- edge and experience. He looks back with regret- ful memory to the golden days of youth and sadly mourns his wasted chances. He then turns hope- fully to the thought of a life to come. But, help- 42 Living Life Over Again 43 less, he stands between the two ends of life, yet thirsting for the chance to live a new life, accord- ing to his bettered condition for living it. In his blindness and unknowing, he does not realize, like the storm-driven sailors, that the new life is all around him ; he has but to reach out and take St. Every day is a new life, every sunrise but a -new birth for himself and the world, every f-norning the beginning of a new existence for 'him, a new, great chance to put to new and 'higher uses the results of his past living. The man who looks back upon his past life ind says, "I have nothing to regret/' has lived 'n vain. The life without regret is the life with- out gain. Regret is but the light of fuller wis- dom, from our past, illumining our future. It means that we are wiser to-day than we were yesterday. This new wisdom means new re- sponsibility, new privileges ; it is a new chance for a better life. But if regret remain merely "regret," it is useless; it must become the reve- lation of new possibilities, and the inspiration and source of strength to realize them. Even omnipotence could not change the past, but each man, to a degree far beyond his knowing, holds his future in his own hands. If man were sincere in his longing to live life over he would get more help from his failures. If he realize his wasted golden hours of op- portunity, let him not waste other hours in use- less regret, but seek to forget his folly and to keep before him only the lessons of it His past 44 Living Life Over Again extravagance of time should lead him to minify his loss by marvellous economy of present mo- ments. If his whole life be darkened by the memory of a cruel wrong he has done another, if direct amends be impossible to the injured one, passed from life, let him make the world the legatee to receive his expressions of restitution. Let his regret and sorrow be manifest in words of kindness and sympathy, and acts of sweet- ness and love given to all with whom he comes in contact. If he regret a war he has made against one individual, let him place the entire world on his pension list. If a man make a cer- tain mistake once, the only way he can properly express his recognition of it is not to make a similar mistake later. Josh Billings once said: "A man who is bitten twice by the same dog is better adapted to that business than any other." There are many people in this world who want to live life over because they take such pride in their past. They resemble the beggars in the street who tell you they " have seen better days." It is not what man was that shows character; it is what he progressively is. Trying to obtain a present record on a dead past is like some pres- ent-day mediocrity that tries to live on its ances- try. We look for the fruit in the branches of the family tree, not in the roots. Showing how a family degenerated from a noble ancestor of gen- erations ago to its present representative is not a boast; it is an unnecessary confession. Let man think less of his own ancestors and more of those Living Life Over Again 45 he is preparing for his posterity; less of his past virtue, and more of his future. When man pleads for a chance to live life over,^ there is always an implied plea of inexperience, of a lack of knowledge. This is unworthy, even of a coward. We know the laws of health, yet we ignore them or defy them every day. We know what is the proper food for us, individ- ually, to eat, yet we gratify our appetites and trust to our cleverness to square the account with Nature somehow. We know that success is a matter of simple, clearly defined laws, of the de- velopment of mental essentials, of tireless energy and concentration, of constant payment of price, we know all this, and yet we do not live up to our knowledge. We constantly eclipse our- selves by ourselves, and then we blame Fate. Parents often counsel their children against certain things, and do them themselves, in the foolish hope that the children will believe their ears in preference to their eyes. Years of care- ful teaching of a child to be honest and truthful may be nullified in an instant by a parent's lying to a conductor about a child's age to save a nickel. That may be a very expensive street-car ride for the child, and for the parent. It may be part of the spirit of the age to believe that it is no sin to cheat a corporation or a trust, but it is unwise to give the child so striking an example at an age when it cannot detect the sophistry. Man's only plea for a chance to live life again is that he has gained in wisdom and experience. Living Life Over Again if fce be really in earnest, then he can live life over, he can live life anew, he can live the new life that comes to him day by day. Let him leave to the past, to the aggregated thousands of yester- days, all their mistakes, sin, sorrow, misery and folly, and start afresh. Let him close the books of his old life, let him strike a balance, and start anew, crediting himself with all the wisdom he has gained from his past failure and weakness, and charging himself with the new duties and responsibilities that come from the possession of iis new capital of wisdom. Let him criticise k hers less and himself more, and start out bravely in this new life he is to live. What the world needs is more day-to-day liv- ing; starting in the morning with freshT cleat ideals for that day, and seeking to live that day, and each successive hour and moment of that day, as if it were all time and all eternity. This ha& in it no element of disregard for the future, for each day is set in harmony with that future. It is like the sea-captain heading his vessel toward his port of destination, and day by day keeping her steaming toward it. This view of living kills morbid regret of the past, and morbid worry about the future. Most people want large, guar- anteed slices of life; they would not be satisfied with manna fresh every day, as was given to the children of Israel; they want grain elevators filled with daily bread. Life is worth living if it be lived in a way that is worth living. Man does not own his life, to Living Life Over Again 47 do with as he will. He has merely a life-interest in it. He must finally surrender it, with an ac- counting. At each New Year tide it is common to make new resolutions, but in the true life of the individual each day is the beginning of a New Year if he will only make it so. A mere date on the calendar of eternity is no more a divider of time than a particular grain of sand divides the desert. Let us not make heroic resolutions so far be- yond our strength that the resolution becomes a dead memory within a week; but let us promise ourselves that each day will be the new begin- ning of a newer, better and truer life for our- selves, for those around us, and for the world. VIII Syndicating Our Sorrows (HE most selfish manJnjthe world is the sorrows- He does not leave a single misery of his untold to you, or unsuf- fered by you, he gives you all of them. The world becomes to him a syndicate formed to take stock in his private cares, worries and trials. His mistake is in forming a syndicate; he should organize a trust and control it all himself, then he could keep every one from getting any of hi.\ misery. Life is a great, serious problem for the indi- vidual. All our greatest Joys and our deepest sorrows come to us, -(-alone. We must go into our Gethsemane, atofte. We must battle against the mighty weakness within us, alone. We must live our own life, alone. We must die, alone. We must accept the full responsibility of our life, alone. If each one of us has this mighty problem of life to solve for himself, if each of us has his own cares, responsibilities, failures, doubts, _fe.ars, bereavements, we surely are playing a c^waro)s part when we syndicate our sorrows to outeii. 48 Syndicating Our Sorrow 49 We should seek to make life brighter for oth- ers; we should seek to hearten them in their trials by the example of our courage in bearing our sorrows. We should seek to forget our fail- ures, and remember only the new wisdom they gave us; we should live down our griefs by counting the joys and privileges still left to us; put behind us our worries and regrets, and face each new day of life as bravely as we can. But we have no right to retail our sorrow and un- happiness through the community. Autobiography constitutes a large part of the conversation of some people. It is not really conversation, it is an uninterrupted monologue. These people study their individual lives with a microscope, and then they throw an enlarged view of their miseries on a screen and lecture on them, as a stereopticon man discourses on the microbes in a drop of water. They tell you that "they did not sleep a wink all night; they heard the clock strike every quarter of an hour." Now, there is no real cause for thus boasting of insom- nia. It requires no peculiar talent, even though it does come only to wide-awake people. If you ask such a man how he is feeling, he will trace the whole genealogy of his present condition down from the time he had the grippe four years ago. You hoped for a word; he gives you a treatise. You asked for a sentence; he de- livers an encyclopedia. His motto is: "Every man his owi Bosw*U." He is syndicating his Sorrows. jo Syndicating Our Sorrow woman who makes her trials with her -children, her troubles with her servants, her / difficulties with her family, the subjects of con- versation with her callers is syndicating her sor- rows. If she has a dear little innocent child who \ recites "Curfew Shall Not Ring To-night," is it \not wiser for the mother to bear it calmly and tiiscreetly and in silence, than to syndicate this sWrow ? ' The business man who lets his dyspepsia get into his disposition, and who makes every one round him suffer because he himself is ill, is syndi- cating ill-health. We have no right to make others the victims of our moods. If illness makes us cross and irritable, makes us unjust to faithful workers who cannot protest, let us quarantine ourselves so that we do not spread the contagion, Let us force ourselves to speak slowly, to keep anger away from the eyes, to prevent temper showing in the voice. If we feel that we must have dyspepsia, let us keep it out of our head, let us keep it from getting north of the neck. Most people sympathize too muchjwith them* selves. They take them$elves~~as a single sen- tence isolated from the great text of life. They study themselves too much as separated from the rest of humanity, instead of being vitally con- nected with their fellow-men. There are some people who surrender to sorrow as others give way to dissipation. There is a vain pride of sorrow as well as of beauty. Most individuals have a strange glow of vanity in looking back Syndicating Our Sorrow 51 upon their past and feeling that few others in life have suffered such trials, hardships and dis- appointments as have come to them. When Death comes into the little circle of loved ones who make up our world, all life becomes dark to us. We seem to have no reason for ex- isting, no object, no incentive, no hope. The love that made struggle and effort bearable for us, is gone. We stare, dry-eyed, into the fu- ture, and see no future; we want none. Life has become to us a past, with no future. It is but a memory, without a hope. . Then in the divine mystery of Nature's proc- esses, under the tender, soothing touch of Time, as days melt into weeks, we begin to open our eyes gently to the world around us, and the noise and tumult of life jars less and less upon us. We have become emotionally convalescent. As the days go on, in our deep love, in the full- ness of our loyalty, we protest often, with tears in our eyes, against our gradual return to the spirit and atmosphere of the days of the past. We feel in a subtle way a new pain, as if we were disloyal to the dear one, as if we were faithless to our love. Nature sweetly turns aside our protesting hands, and says to us, "There is no disloyalty in permitting the wounds to lessen their pain, to heal gradually, if Time foreordain that they can heal." There are some natures, all- absorbed in a mighty love, wherein no healing is possible, but these are rare souls in life. Bitter though our anguish be, we have ra 52 Syndicating Our Sorrow /right to syndicate our sorrow. We have no /right to cast a gloom over happy natures by our / heavy weight of crape, by serving the term pre- / scribed by Society for wearing the livery of mourning, as if real grief thought of a uniform. \ We have no right to syndicate our grief by using \ note-paper with a heavy black border as wide as \ a hatband, thus parading our personal sorrow to \ others in their happiest moments. If life has not gone well with us, if fortune has left us disconsolate, if love has grown cold, and we sit alone by the embers; if life has become to us a valley of desolation, through which weary limbs must drag an unwilling body till the end shall come, let us not radiate such an atmos- phere to those round us; let us not take strangers through the catacombs of our life, and show the bones of our dead past; let us not pass our cup of sorrow to others, but, if we must drink it, let us take it as Socrates did his poison hemlock, grandly, heroically and uncomplainingly. If your life has led you to doubt the existence of honor in man and virtue in woman ; if you feel that religion is a pretense, that spirituality is a sham, that life is a failure, and death the en- trance to nothingness; if you have absorbed all the poison philosophy of the world's pessimists, and committed the folly of believing it, don't syndicate it. If your fellow-man be clinging to one frail spar, the last remnant of a noble, shipwrecked faith in God and humanity, let him keep it. Do not Syndicating Our Sorrow 53 loosen his fingers from his hope, and tell him it is a delusion. How do you know ? Who told you it was so ? If these high-tide moments of life sweep your faith in Omnipotence into nothingness, if the friend in whom you have put all faith in hu- manity and humanity's God betray you, do not eagerly accept the teachings of those modern freethinkers who syndicate their infidelity at so much per reserved seat. Seek to recover your lost faith by listening to the million voices that speak of infinite wisdom, infinite love, that mani- fest themselves in nature and humanity, and then build up as rapidly as you can a new faith, a faith in something higher, better and truer than you have known before. You may have one in the world to whom you may dare show with the fullness of absolute confidence and perfect faith any thought, any hope, any sorrow, but you dare not trust them to the world. Do not show the world through your Bluebeard chamber; keep your trials and sorrows as close to you as you can till you have mastered them. Don't weaken others by thus- syndicating your miseries. IX The Revelations of Reserve Power EEJYJndividna.LisJLjnaar\^gl^of unknown and unrealized possibilities. Nine- tenths of an iceberg is always below water. Nine-tenths of the possibilities of good and evil of the individual is ever hidden from his sight. Burns' prayer, that we might "see oursels as ithers see us," was weak. The answer could minister only to man's vanity, it would show him only what others think him to be, not what he is. We should pray to see ourselves as we are. But no man could face the radiant reve- lation of the latent powers and forces within him, underlying the weak, narrow life he is liv- ing. He would fall blinded and prostrate as did Moses before the burning bush. Man is not a mechanical music-box wound up by the Creator and set to play a fixed number of prescribed tunes. He is a human harp, with infinite possi- bilities of unawakened music. The untold revelations of Nature are in her Re- serve Power. Reserve Power is Nature's method of meetiogemefgencies. Nature 7s" wise and economic/Nature saves energy and effort, and 64 The Revelations of Reserve Power 55 gives only what Is absolutely necessary for life and development under any given condition, and when new needs arise Nature always meets them by her Reserve Power. In animal life Nature reveals this in a million phases. Animals placed in the darkness of the Mammoth Cave gradually have the sense of sight weakened and the senses of smell, touch and bearing intensified. Nature watches over all animals, making their color harmonize with the general tone of their surroundings to protect them from their enemies. Those arctic animals which in the summer inhabit regions free from snow, turn white when winter comes. In the desert, the lion, the camel and all the desert ante- lopes have more or less the color of the sand and rocks among which they live. In tropical forests parrots are usually green ; turacous, barbets and bee-eaters have a preponderance of green in their plumage. The colors change as the habits of the animals change from generation to generation. Nature, by her Reserve Power, always meets the new needs of animals with new strength, new harmony with new conditions. About forty-five years ago three pairs of enter- prising rabbits were introduced into Australia. To-day, the increase of these six immigrants may be counted by millions. They became a pest to the country. Fortunes have been spent to exter- minate them. Wire fences many feet high and thousands of miles long have been built to keep out the invaders. The rabbits had to fight awful 56 The Revelations of Reserve Powef odds to live, but they have now outwitted man. They have developed a new nail, a long nail by which they can retain their hold on the fence while climbing. With this same nail they can burrow six or eight inches under the netting, and thus enter the fields that mean food and life to them. They are now laughing at man. Reserve Power has vitalized for these rabbits latent possi- bilities because they did not tamely accept their condition, but in their struggle to live learned how to live. In plant life, Nature is constantly revealing Re- serve Power. The possibilities of almost infinite color are present in every green plant, even in roots and stems. Proper conditions only are needed to reveal them. By obeying Nature's laws man could make leaves as beautifully col- ored as flowers. The wild rose has only a single corolla; but, when cultivated in rich soil, the numerous yellow stamens change into the bril- liant red leaves of the full-grown cabbage-rose. This is but one of Nature's miracles of Reserve Power. Once the banana was a tropical lily; the peach was at one time a bitter almond. To tell the full story of Reserve Power in Nature would mean to write the history of the universe, in a thousand volumes. Nature is a great believer in "double engines." Man is equipped with nearly every organ in duplicate- eyes, ears, lungs, arms and legs, so that if one be weakened, its mate, through Re- serve Power, is stimulated to do enough for The Revelations of Reserve Power 57 both. Even where the organ itself is not dupli- cated, as in the nose, there is a division of parts so there is constant reserve. Nature, for still further protection, has for every part of the body an understudy in training, to be ready in a crisis, as the sense of touch for the blind. Birds when frightened ruffle their feathers; a dog that has been in the water shakes its coat so that each hair stands out of itself; the startled hedgehog projects every quill. These actions are produced by "skin muscles" that are rudi- mentary in man, and over which in ordinary conditions he has no control. But in a moment of terrible fear Reserve Power quickens their ac- tion in a second, and the hair on his head "stands on end" in the intensity of his fright. Nature, that thus watches so tenderly over the physical needs of man, is equally provident in storing for him a mental and a moral Reserve Power. Man may fail in a dozen different lines of activity and then succeed brilliantly in a phase wherein he was unconscious of any ability. We must never rest content with what we are, and say: "There is no use for me to try. I can never be great. I am not even clever now." But the law of Reserve Power stands by us as a fairy godmother and says: "There is one charm by which you can transmute the dull dross of your present condition into the pure gold of strength and power, that charm is ever doing your best, ever daring more, and the full measure of your final attainment can never be told in advance. 58 The Revelations of Reserve Power Rely upon me to help you with new revelations of strength in new emergencies. Never be cast down because your power seems so trifling, your progress so slow. The world's greatest and best men were failures in some line, failures many times before failure was crowned with success." There is in the mythology of the Norsemen a belief that the strength of an enemy we kill en- ters into us. This is true in character. As we conquer a passion, a thought, a feeling, a desire; as we rise superior to some impulse, the strength of that victory, trifling though it may be, is stored by Nature as a Reserve Power to come to \us in the hour of our need. Were we to place before almost any Individual the full chart of his future, his trials, sorrows, failures, afflictions, loss, sickness and loneliness, and ask him if he could bear it, he would say: "No! I could not bear all that and live." But he can and he does. The hopes upon the realiza- tion of which he has staked all his future turn to air as he nears them; friends whom he has trusted betray him; the world grows cold to him; the child whose smile is the light of his life dishonors his name; death takes from him the wife of his heart. Reserve Power has been watching over him and ever giving him new strength, even while he sleeps. If we be conscious of any weakness, and de- sire to conquer it, we can force ourselves into positions where we must act in a way to strengthen ourselves through that weakness, cut The Revelations of Reserve Power 59 off our retreat, burn our bridges behind us, and fight like Spartans till the victory be ours. Reserve Power is like the manna given to the children of Israel in the wilderness, only enough was given them to keep them for one day. Each successive day had its new supply of strength. There is in the leaning tower of Pisa a spiral stairway so steep in its ascent that only one step at a time is revealed to us. But as each step is taken the next is made visible, and thus, step by step, to the very highest. So in the Divine econ- omy of the universe, Reserve Power is a gradual and constant revelation of strength within us to meet each new need. And no matter what be our line of life, what our need, we should feel that we have within us infinite, untried strength and possibility, and that, if we believe and do our best, the Angel of Reserve Power will walk by our side, and will even divide the waters of the Red Sea of our sorrows and trials so we may walk through in safety. THIS BOOK IS DUE ON THE LAST DATE STAMPED BELOW AN INITIAL FINE OF 25 CENTS WILL BE ASSESSED FOR FAILURE TO RETURN THIS BOOK ON THE DATE DUE. THE PENALTY WILL INCREASE TO SO CENTS ON THE FOURTH DAY AND TO $1.OO ON THE SEVENTH DAY OVERDUE. OCT 18 OCT 1 - ^^H j - ' '' ^ * ' ^ -^ ^ ^ H i i ? |. s ( H t r? f U H ! ^ ? ti 1 fv jf i U jf ' iHi ^uk^^'*H^ ; - -^Hrl*HSnH'^H'^'^H^^^h'^^ |= il lillPill Pi! i i iiiiii !?!!i ? i! i r t HnauhHJ!;.^MfMHH^-"--"- ^uiPlilS l^ ]? i!l^ii ;!':i!H;:;i^ ''