WISDOM WHILE YOU WAIT.

Taranaki Daily News, Volume LVII, Issue 185, 15 January 1915, Page 6

WISDOM WHILE YOU WAIT.

PLAYING THE GAME. 'l'.vo great principles are at work in thi war. On the one .side, there is a gn t machine of blood and iron—a u< derful machine, well found in all its parts, which is intended to crush any kind of opposition; while, on the. other side; there is a smaller machine which is not a machine, but a small team of players, playing the game for their side. In soldiering and war, it has been said, there are four "C's" which go to make up the true soldier—courage, com-mon-sense, cunning, and cheerfulness. One of the two sides to.rttiy is fighting with the first three only of" those •■'C's.'' Our side is also playing with the fourth '"C"—cheerfulness; we are fighting in the right spirit, knowing that we are fighting on the right side, and will win in the end.—Sir Robert Baden-Powell.

' VOTCES ON THE WAR. i No one in all this Empire desired' this war; few in this Empire will flinch I now that war -has come.—Sir Gilbert Parker. The less the map of Europe is altered, the less of human suffering, the > less of human passion and hatred we shall beqeuath to the. generations that 'are to come after us.—Jerome K. Jerome. No work is nobler nor more beneficent that the creation of a national temper at once calm, enduring, and resolute.— The Rt. Hon. G. W. E. RflSSell. Have, no illusion. We are dealing with a strong and niagnificiently-equip-ped enemy, whose avowed aim is our '•omplote destruction.—Mr Rudvard Kipling. This is the greatest v.wr, beyond all comparison, the world has ever seen.--Lord Rnsebery It is the worst of policy to belittle an em my.—Mr William Archer. This is quite a different sort of war from any that have come before it. At the end there will be no conference of Europe on the old lines at all, but a conference <■? the - --rid.- -H. G. Wells. We are i;"!: : .i;,u f<.r i'\.- dignity of humanity. We ' ''-' 'ir.g for the right of civilisation i c -r.inne to exist. We are fighting so Unit nations may conI tinue to live, in Europe without being I under the heel of another nation.—M. Clemeneeuu.

WHAT ABOUT TO-DAY? We shall do so much in the years to come, But what have we done to-day? We shall have our gold in a princely sum, But what shall we give to-day? AVe shall lift the heart and dry the tear, We sjiall plant a hope in the place of fear, We shall speak the words of love and cheer, But what shall we speak to-day? We shall be so kind in after a while, But what have we been to-day? We shall bring to each lonely life a smile, But wdiat have we brought to-day? We shall give to truth grander birth, 1 And to steadfast faith a deeper worth.] We shall feed the hungering souls of earth, But whom have we fed to.day? DANGERi »U-S FRIKXDS.

Francis Bacon quotes these words fron some Italian writer: "Man is commanded to forgive his enemies. Nowhere is imposed on him the far more difficult task of forgiving his friends." And yet it is probable that our friends do us more harm than our enemies. An enemey never persuaded a young man (.0 drink or gamble, or to lead the "primrose'' path. An enemy never persuaded a young man to squander his valuable time, or to waste his opportunities. An enemy never ruined a fellowman with unearned praise. We must guard against tlie assaults of our friends. We must be cautious lest their invitations and solicitations and (latteries win us away from the soldier life. Among the choicest gifts of f!od to man are friends, and those friends we ought' al--1 ways to cherish. But we must also remember that these very friends sometimes do us more harm than :nir enemies.

WAR NEWS. Will it come with a note of cheer': Will it come with :• wail of woe? The word that we next may hear, "Will it hearten our hope or our fear With success of friend of foe': Will it tell of victory won, At a cost of carnage.—how great? What deeds of valour were done. What risks of defeat were run. For the honor and life of the State? The World with its loud acclaim. Hails the hero who wins the light, And high on the scroll of Fame With names of victors his name In gilded letters will write. But nh! for the Held that we gain To our foe a field must be lost; For the joy of triumph there's pain, For the sunshine of glory there's rain Of tars to balance the cost. --"lsaac TSassctt Choate.

A LOVE-LETTER TO ALL MANKI\I). Hit-liter said of someone that in "his seventy-second year his face is a thanksgiving for his former life, and a loveletter to all mankind." There you have the universal charity of religion. A loveletter to all mankind will never beam like sunshine from the face of the Kaiser; he has made up his mind to | frown upon the earth and his messsage to mankind is a. perpetual sum. nions to an everlasting court-martial.— ! Harold liegbic.

joy. "To miss tlie joy is to miss it all," says Kobert Louis Stevenson, writing of life. He had learned to find joy in almost impossible places, to make it out of Ihe scantiest and most promising materials, and tlieeiv are many with abundance of all sorts of 'material at command who never learn from without except as it is transmuted into the precious substance by a divine alchemy within. All the world and evenday of life is full of tin- raw material, but within the soul lies the wonderful ageiil Ilia! i.iak.s i< j„y.

TlilX'CS AM) I'KOI'I.I-:. Very few of us are evenly balanced between tilings and people. All women, for instance, have a permanent list towards People. Things have no meaning j for them. A triumph of engineering, or organisation, or art. or logical reasoning, makes no appeal whatever to a woman's enthusiasm. She may admire the! man who achieves them, of .-nurse, but j I that, will be because he happens to have I sad eyes. ,„■ ■,, ji n „ , m)l |fli, ,„• a wife ill an asylum. Tf tlie personal touch be | lacking, things simply bore woman,—l lan ITav. j