“days. 
“not bé religious * 
- monks, ascetics, mystic dreamers, or 
emotional enthusiasts. | 
be: active in debating societies, dis- 
“Neither” “will they ‘be sticklers 
“thakes: ‘for righteousness. 
ligion™ of ‘the twentieth will be its 
18 
eeniphan ott may, Verall the more so 
because it is democratic, even the 
Sabbath and its duties being no 
longer “exaltéd® Above’ ‘the other holy 
HWE 8 
Those’ who control” the spiritual 
thought ‘of the twentieth century 
will’ be™ religiotis men. They will 
in the fashion of 
They will not 
of creeds. 
as to 
details in religious millinery. They 
will be’ simple, earnest, God-fearing, 
expressed in simple terms or it may 
Their re- 
cussing thé “intricacies 
working theory of life. It will be 
beeatise they know’ the God that 
not be expressed at all, but it will 
be deep graven in the heart. In 
‘Wise ‘aiid helpful life it will find am- 
"ple justification. - 
It will deal with 
“the world ‘as’ it is in the service of 
ke constant. 
““<THs service is perfect freedom,’’ for 
ZY, CSo ar fF 
“the God“6f Things as They Are.’ 
It w any this world not ‘‘a vale of 
* tears,” 
a°sink of: iniquity, but a 
working “ara diae in which the re- 
wards of right- doing are instant and 
wh will find, indeed, that 
all things large or ‘small Ritinil the 
- Reache “at Inenian~ “effort are. done in 
This way, and in His ~ way only.— 
The Call ofthe’ Twentieth Century. 
aK i. BS oh ‘ . 
~~“ MANCHESTER, 
“In thwseistate: tax commissioner’s 
Rear we note that Manchester has 
property worth $66, 675° ee from 
taxation. 
In an action of cdubeaee for neces- 
sities, Andrew Lee of*Manchester has 
filed an attachment in the sum of 
$100, in the registry of deeds in Sa- 
» lemyragamst- Hannah E. C. Lean, of 
»Manehester,-: 
- Kaster Cards: att E, A: betkprdre: S. 
: « Dardichs: the: courtesy. of Mrs. 
-Lathrep Brown (Ass Helen Hooper) 
her residence at West Manchester 
was turned ‘éver:to: her corps of 
household servants and estate em- 
ployees for a party Wednesday eve- 
p ae 
ning if tommemoration ‘of her wed- 
ding’ Wednesday “noon. * Some 50 
friends of ‘those’ employed at the es- 
tate were bidden to the festivities. 
“An *orchéstra 
“from. Beverly Farms 
furnished’ music for dancing. There 
was a “finé “Supper served. The 
ILooper, residence which will be kept 
open’ ‘for “'Sevefal “Weeks; made a 
brilliant spectacle’ fr6ém the trains 
passing through West Manchester 
Wednesday evening. - 
‘a pitiful little residue is important at all or will endure. 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
Anril 
Thou art the resurrection month. Thou art 
The season of beginnings and new life, 
When all things out of death and slumber start 
At Nature’s call, with aspiration rife. 
Stern Winter that with icy hand repressed 
The cireling tides that pulsate in earth’s veins, 
Sullen retires, her stormy griefs at rest 
Her passion melted now in sobbing rains. 
Smiles follow tears, from dearth comes fruitfulness ; 
I hear the footsteps of advancing Spring; 
Than bird and bud my heart is glad no less, 
And is in tune with every living thing. 
Soft speed thy days, sweet Month, nor long delay 
To usher in thy fairer sister, May. 
—Joseph A. Torrey. 
REST 
Every human soul longs for rest. All the bustle, the fever and clamor 
of the world is nothing more than the frenzied cries of men and women 
seeking vainly for rest. Too often despairing eyes turn gladly to the grave 
in the hope that there, at least, the jaded body and the shattered nerves 
may find the peace that the world has denied them. 
Poets have sung and philosophers have discoursed on the glories of 
work, but how many of all the sons of men would toil if imperative ne- 
cessity did not goad them onward? The mind falters, the body wearies, 
heavy eyes involuntarily close and all the wheels of being slacken, but 
imperative need still drives us forward and illusion still gilds our labors 
with the phantom of rest flickering like a will-o’-wisp on life’s marshes. 
And nowhere in the whole mad world is the race more strenuous, the 
quest more hopeless, and the goal more vague than in America. The 
fury of living here becomes a devastating tornado, the shrieks and groans 
of tortured humanity here rise to the highest pitch of the gamut. It would 
seem as if men and women were engaged in a wild struggle to find the 
quickest way to exhaust the energies of living. 
Why? What is the purpose of this delirious fever? Surely there were 
some saving clauses in the Curse of Eden. Observe the travelers leaving 
a train, a ferry boat or a trolley car.. Several minutes before the convey- 
ance reaches a stop they have left their seats. They crowd eagerly to the 
exits, they jostle each other rudely in their anxiety to be first to leave, 
they glance impatiently at their watches, and as soon as released dash 
headlong to their destinations. In the name of common sense, common 
courtesy and common humanity—why ? 
And the hurrying, haggard crowd murmurs as it brushes by, “Life is 
so short. Let us be, or our tasks will be unfinished at the close.” 
What distorted vision is this? The world is very old, but no task 
has ever yet been finished and none ever will. Not one of us and not one 
tittle of our work is one-hundredth part as important as we think. Only 
Let us be calm 
a little, and consider. Let us get a just sense of proportion and realize how 
unimportant we all are—not that such a realization may bring discourage- 
ment and inertia, but that it may enable us to take up the burden of living 
rationally, not believing that each of us is the axle on which the universe 
revolves. If only-for a moment: a-day, let us rest. 
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