d slowly by long rests and frequent
vacations. Young men are like undershot wheels--always, by day and
night, the water overflows the banks.

Each morning the young soul wakens to the supreme luxury of living.
The world is a great beaker brimmed with wine of the gods. The truth
and beauty of field and forest and river give a pleasure that is
exquisite to a keenly sensitive and perfectly healthy youth. Like an
Aeolian harp, the slightest breath avails for wakening melody midst its
strings. But years multiply cares. Age increases heaviness. Time
destroys its own children. The poet says: "In youth we carry the world
like Atlas; in maturity we stoop and bend beneath it; in age it crushes
us to the ground." For the overtaxed and invalided, the dew-drops do
not sparkle as diamonds; the wet grass suggests red flannels and cough
sirups. For the nervous the bird's song is a meaningless chatter. For
the sickly the clouds are big black water-bottles, though time was when
they were chariots for God's angels, curtains for hiding ministering
spirits trooping homeward at night, leaving all the air sweetly
perfumed. It is the body that grants the soul permission to be happy.

To the opportunity offered by health may be added the years lying in
front of the young heart like a great estate, as yet unincumbered.
Powerful enthusiasms, too, are the inheritance of youth. Noble
feelings, fine aspirations then pass through the mind, as in May the
perfumed winds from the South pass over the fields. These motives beat
upon the mind as steam upon the iron piston. Workmen excavating at
Pompeii threw up soil that had been covered for 1,800 years. Exposed
to the sun, young trees sprang up. Without the force of light and heat
and dew and rain these seeds were dormant or dead. Thus each mind is a
dead mind until the full warmth of great impulses quickens the dormant
energies. The hopes, the ambitions, the aspirations of youth all
conspire to make this a most strategic period. Then all the forces of
life unite in a great gulf stream for bearing the soul up and sweeping
it forward to new climes and richer shores.

Strategic the hour of prosperity. Men discount the speech of poverty,
but the rich man's words weigh a ton each. It has been said that the
poor man's dollar is just as good as the rich man's only when both are
anonymous, for the dollar with a million behind it will go further than
the dollar with a thousand behind it. T