Luke XIII: 4, 5. Ezek. XVIII: 32. Ps. VIII: 6-9 
Sad to tell 
The bitter doom 
Of those on whom 
The tower of Siloam fell! 
Sinners above all others— 
God-forsaken, 
By retribution overtaken, 
Thus to perish? 
Nay, my brothers, 
Such thoughts were ill to cherish. 
Nature’s laws are stable, 
Inexorable! 
Stern Nature hath no space 
For saving grace, 
Will not vicariously atone 
For those, the careless and presumptuous, 
Who her just laws disown. 
Good servant and hard master, 
She will not swerve a hair’s breadth 
To avoid disaster. 
Her ways are never devious, 
Her course she will maintain. 
It may be likened to a railway train: 
Get on it and your journey will be rushed, 
Too near, aside you will be brushed, 
Beneath it, crushed. 
The primal, universal laws must be obeyed, 
Cannot be swerved nor swayed, 
Nor we evade. 
’Tis well for us these laws are stable, 
Not cruel but inexorable; 
Else there were nothing sure, 
Nor could the Universe endure! 
Think! Should gravitation turn aside, 
Stars would collide 
And the whole Universe to ruin rush, 
And where would you and I be in the 
crush? 
By that token, if her laws be broken 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
Siloam 
(By Joseph A. Torrey). 
There comes reprisal. 
Obedience shall suffice all, 
And disobedience—your fault— 
Bring, impartially, assault. 
Servant of God is Nature, 
Though stern of feature; 
Not, like ourselves, free agents 
Or disobey, 
One course is hers, one way, 
From which she cannot stray. 
God’s own appointed law 
(We speak the word with awe., 
God must himself obey. 
to obey 
God will never by His power 
Suspend a falling tower, 
Nor for an hour 
Delay impending doom, 
Nor should we thus presume. 
The tower’s base was not firm-built, 
(The builder’s ignorance or guilt,) 
And so the tower fell, 
And dragged to death the innocent as well. 
Well it should fall, 
Though the catastrophe appal, 
Nature will not relent, 
Unless we do repent 
And build with better care, 
So likewise shall we fare. 
Be heedful, hence, and watch, 
Build and not botch. 
In sooth, 
Build on eternal principles of righteous- 
ness and truth, 
As God and Nature build, 
Divinely skilled. 
We cannot stay the winds that rush 
From out their caves, 
Nor can we calm the waves 
That our frail barks would crush. 
by the wooded heights.” —Boston 
Herald. 
_ Coal is getting lower in price, and 
the barons of the black diamonds are 
glad summer is coming. ‘There’s a 
reason—it will help people to forget 
the high prices the past winter. 
It is about time for a few fish stor- 
ies from the Maine section. 
Put away your snowshovel. 
MorGAN AND THE BuLL Moosers 
There have been many anecdotes 
told of the late J. Pierpont Morgan 
and many of them are the work of 
the imaginations of his many friends. 
The following story, which was pub- 
lished this week and stated in error 
that Mr. Morgan was at Magnolia last 
summer, is another product, apparent- 
ly, of he professional story-teller : 
The Wall street “monarch” with 
his wife and daughter, were at Mag- 
nolia during the 1913 campaign. 
Aboard the private yacht Corsair the 
three together with Morgan’s private 
secretary arrived on a pleasure juant. 
Engaging Herman F. Snow who runs 
a public automobile and who is a loyal 
Roosevelt boomer in that section, the 
Morgan party spent several hours 
driving about the town. When they 
returned to the pier the Corsair had 
shipped anchor and departed. 
Snow was ordered to drive to Mag- 
nolia. Before he started he removed 
his linen auto coat, showing a huge 
Bull Moose buton in the lapel of his 
coat. The financier was in the front 
I! 
The fierce tornado sweeping through the 
lands, 
Topple the towers reared by our puny 
hands. 
We know the wild wind’s power, 
’Tis ours to guard against the evil hour 
And, for instruction, 
Study the forces that would breed destruct- 
ion, 
We need not be their prey, 
Our part to know and stand not in their 
way. 
The powers of Nature, great, great and 
manifold, 
Are but blind forces and may be controlled. 
Since God has given to our hand 
Dominion over sea and land 
And hath put all things underneath our 
feet, 
It were to meet 
That we should strive for mastery com- 
plete, 
Should use and not abuse 
Nor yet refuse 
The mighty privilege we have in hand. 
This thought should nerve our strength 
And banish fear, 
Teach us to know the powers that round 
us lie, 
Yoke them to the tasks we ply 
Nor let them go away. 
Ourselves we may defend 
From forces that would else destroy 
Lightnings the heavens seem to rend, 
We may forefend 
And for our use employ. 
They may be harnessed to our ear, 
Or bear our’ messages to lands afar. 
Dame Nature hath a school for 
our in- 
struction, 
We yet may reconcile God’s goodness with 
destruction, 
Our suffering with His glory, 
As it is written in the Scripture story. 
seat with Snow and on seeing the but- 
ton, remarked: “I see you are a Bull 
Moose. Are there many of them out 
your way?” 
“Woods are full of ’em,” tersely re- 
plied Snow as he avoided a bump in 
the road. Then, as he slowed down 
slightly, he said: “If you don’t mind 
saying, Id like to know if you will 
support Roosevelt.” 
“T haven’t committed myself yet,” 
replied Morgan. “I usually sidetrack 
live wires. Nevertheless, I will show 
my hand at the proper time.” 
Arriving at Magnolia shortly after, 
Morgan asked for the bill. 
“Tt will be $10,” replied Snow. 
“Here’s $20,” said the financier, as 
he peeled a “yellow” from an aston- 
ishing roll. “Give $10 of it to the 
Bull Moosers.” 
