As the sleepless eye thirsts for the dawn, and the troubled child
hungers for the sound of its mother’s voice, so each growing soul
seeks a coveted goal the attaining of which, to him, means success.
As boys, to be boys, must dream their dreams of strife and conflict
upon a battle’s front, and girls, to be girls, must dream their milder
dreams of love, so coming maturity demands of each aspiring soul that
he linger long upon the visions of strife that lead to success. It is
well to seek for great things, for each success that enters the golden
portals of our lives brings many chariots filled with golden gifts.
Returning to his home, the Roman victor was honored with a triumph in
which, on golden plate and velvet spread, the trophies and spoils of
conquest were displayed. In this way the ambitious Roman youth learned
that success is always attended by a great procession of rich rewards.
The one who conquers feels more than the soul-thrill of victory. Like
Samson, he finds the unexpected reward of a carcass filled with honey
awaiting his hungry lips.
While success is worthy of one’s best efforts, and all men hunger for
it, very few, indeed, have ever reached that happy goal. They failed
because they refused to follow the pathway of a noble purpose. They
believed that success was altogether a matter of outward form. Seeing
the conqueror riding in triumphant procession, they thought that the
applause arose, not because he had conquered, but because he wore
a helmet and a shield. Hurrying to an emporium, they too purchased
helmets and shields and strutted forth to win a world’s applause.
Foolish souls! The public eye is keen and penetrating and always
apprehends the truth. If the people greet a king with shouts, it is not
because they see a gleaming crown, but because they recognize a royal
soul beneath the crown. If the multitude cheer a warrior, it is not
because he bears a standard, but because, in courageous conflict, he
won a battle for the people. Spain greeted the discoverer of America,
not because of the grain and fruit he brought, but because he had
braved the dangers of a dark unknown, and blazed a pathway through
untracked wastes.
History repeats the story of a weird Scythian custom. When the head
of a house died his family would adorn his corpse in finest raiment,
place it in a chariot, and, amid shouts and hosannas, draw it to the
homes of former friends. Coming to each dwelling place, the corpse
would be greeted with pomp and splendor. For the final home-coming the
steps would be carpeted with silken shawl and choice embroidery, while
lighted chandeliers flashed welcome to the dead and sunken eyes. Within
the doorway the crowned corpse was placed at the head of a banqueting
table at which his gay companions sat and made merry, eating and
drinking in his honor. Thus many days were spent in honoring the dead
before the body was laid away in the tomb. To us it was a most gruesome
custom, but each Scythian youth struggled to possess a home of his own,
that some day he might be carried as a crowned corpse through the city
streets, and finally, be seated in honor at his own banqueting board.
This ancient custom was the outgrowth of a mistaken view of life still
prevailing in many quarters, for the crowned corpse is seen to-day in
many public gatherings. What else is the man who seeks office for the
selfish purpose and pleasure of holding office? In youth he saw the
governor’s chair or Senate seat, and found that every chord of his
nature was awakened and longed to reach that goal. He determined that
this vision of his soul should be transcribed from the pages of his
imagination to the pages of his nation’s history. Two pathways opened.
The one of a noble purpose, saying, “Seek office, that you may render
needed service to your fellow countrymen.” The pathway of selfishness
opened its portals saying, “Seek office for the sake of gain.” Seeing
that trickery and deceit promised the easier way to gain his end,
he started with leaps and bounds. He cast lots with dishonesty and
dissipation. He became a perjurer, a liar, and a thief. He sold himself
to an unworthy cause, at last the coveted crown was his. To-day he sits
at the head of the table, not a great ruler, but a crowned corpse. In
his struggle for power he lost all that constitutes real living.
What else is the man who seeks wealth for the sole sake of having
money? For years he has lived the life of a slave, denying himself
beauty, music, books, devotions, and benevolence, until, at last,
his name appears in Bradstreet marked “AA,” and the world greets him
as a king. Who is he? A crowned corpse. When he began his career two
pathways opened. The one of a noble purpose saying, “Make money for the
sake of doing good.” The other way, the way of selfishness, saying,
“Make money to satisfy your own desires.” He chose the latter way. He
has his robe and crown, and is seated amid light and applause, but he
is not capable of appreciating its meaning. Long ago he died to honor,
and truth, and love, and generous impulse. He knows not the meaning of
life.
Among the crowned corpses should also be mentioned those who follow
society for society’s sake. Through imitation they have destroyed
personality. They have smothered their souls under the weight of their
self-adornment. In their wild search for physical pleasure all the
radiant, sparkling glory of a cultured spirituality has faded into the
pallor of death. They are richly robed, they ride in state, receive the
plaudits of their followers, sit at table spread with gold and silver
plate, but they are now dead to all the higher things of life and are
unable to appreciate the empty honors they receive.
The secret of successful living is to follow the pathway of a noble
purpose. At first the path may seem a long and arduous one, but it
is the only way that has booths in which to rest the weary feet and
crowns for living souls to wear. It is in this pathway that one
learns the secret of the Christ life, for as he journeys on the way
to nobility a voice is ever whispering in his ears: “Life consists in
living unselfishly. Seek power only that you may have strength to serve
those who are weak. Gain wealth only that you may be able to multiply
your usefulness.” The road of a noble purpose leads to a throne, not
one for the dead body, but a throne for the living soul. Here too
is applause, not such as the Scythian dead received but such as was
accorded the Roman conqueror. What a thrill follows noble endeavor!
What a joy to come to old age having fought battles for those who were
too weak to fight for themselves, and brought victory where otherwise
his people would have suffered defeat and death!
The world honors those who honor it. The ruler who has followed the
pathway of a noble purpose is always honored by his people. Before him
is spread the banquet of a nation’s reverence and homage. The man who,
in getting money, has kept his hands clean from dishonesty, made just
returns for all labor he required, and has kept his heart tender toward
his fellow man, is honored by everyone. Men delight to fill his days
with happiness, as honeysuckle loves to fill the air with sweetness.
When the world discovers a woman whose desire for society is not to
satisfy her vanity, or fill a shallow soul with selfish pleasures, but
her desire is to scatter jewels of love and gems of inspiration to make
rich and beautiful the lives of the common folk, it crowns her in the
temple of its heart and calls her an angel sent of God.
The days of autocratic power are ended, but the hands of the people
are busy building thrones and weaving crowns of gold. So long as there
is a love for nobility in the human heart men and women of nobility
will be placed in power. Life consisteth not in the abundance of the
_things_ which a man possesseth but in following the pathway of a noble
purpose.
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