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To this power General Grant owed his success in "Fight it out 

 on this line if it takes all summer," and Frederick the Great builded 

 for himself a great name and for his people a nation. And thus we 

 mJght go on through all the characters that fill history's pages, 

 finding illustrious examples and proving that successful men and 

 women of all ages, become distinguished through the application 

 of their power to persevere. Little do we think when we hear the 

 skillful musician execute some fine classic, that in it are hidden the 

 intense labor of weeks, months and years. 



Nor does it occur to the mind of the casual reader, the great cost 

 of mind and body it took to produce the fine work of literature he 

 so much enjoys. It is not that the present generation means to be 

 ungrateful, and yet how few appreciate the constant toil and the 

 intense suflering of body, mind and spirit with which the wildness 

 has been made to ^'blossom as the rose." Some people mourn be- 

 cause they are not gifted and do not possess some great genius that 

 will astonish the world, and cause it to fall prostrate at their feet 

 with admiration, while they forget that labor of the hardest kind 

 is the only genius that has ever left its footprints on the sands of 

 time. 



What the v/orld needs to-day more than anything else are men 

 and women of character. Men and women who realize they are a 

 part of God's great plaji, whether their place be large or small, and 

 that the world's development depends on their faithfulness, or as 

 some one has expressed it, on their ''sticking to their bush." 



"On the farm and in the schoolroom, 



In the pulpit or the pew; , 



Everywhere our minds be burning, 

 We will find a work to do. 



"Let us then be up and doing. 

 With a heart for any fate; 

 Still achieving, still pursuing. 

 Learn to labor and to wait." 



THE FARMER AS A PATRIOT. 



By NELI.IE CAKSON, Tionesta, Pa. 



Since Freedom's flag was first unfolded to the breeze, proclaiming 

 to the world that all men are created free and equal, there have been, 

 •riding at the head of our oft victorious legions, swaying the proud 

 scepter of state, the men who were born, not within the walls of 

 towered castles, or beneath the gilded domes of rich palaces, but in 

 some humble cottage, embellished only by the golden sunlight 

 streaming in at many a crack and crevice, or by clambering flowers 

 that twine about the rude doorway. 



It was not from the richly embroidered couch of the aristocracy, 

 but from the straw pallet of the farmer that the great leaders of 

 our Republic first lifted up their feeble wail of infancy. And they 



