Young man, have you ever considered long and earnestly what you were

best capable of doing in the world? If not put it off no longer. You

expect to do something, you wish to achieve success. Have you ever

thought of what success consisted? It does not consist in amassing a

fortune; some of the most _unsuccessful_ men have done that. Remember,

too, that success and fame are not synonymous terms. You can not all be

famous as lawyers, statesmen, or divines. You may or may not accumulate

a fortune. But is it not true that wealth, position, and fame are but

the accidents of success, that success may or may not be accompanied by

them, that it is something above and beyond them? In this sense of the

word you only are to blame if you fall. It is in your power to live a

life of integrity and honor. You can so live that all will honor and

respect you. You can speak words of cheer to the downhearted, a kindly

word of caution to the erring one. You can help remove some obstacle

from the paths of the weak. You can incite in the minds of those around

you a desire to live a pure, straightforward life. You can bid those who

are almost overwhelmed by the billows and waves of sorrow, to look up

and see the sun shining through the rifts in the dark clouds passing

o'er them. All this can you do, and a grand success will be your reward.

Away, then, with your lethargy. You are a man; arise in your strength

and your manhood. Resolve to be in this, its true sense, a successful

man. And then if wealth or fame wait on you, and men delight to do you

honor, these will be but added laurels to your brow, but the gilded

frame encasing success.

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[Illustration: DIGNITY OF LABOR.]

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Labor, either of the head or the hand, is the lot of humanity. There are

no exceptions to this general rule. The rich who have toiled early and

late for a competence find their present ease more unendurable than

their past exertions, and the round of pleasures to which, in other

days, they looked for a reward of their toil in actual realization,

resolve themselves into drudgeries, often worse than those from which

they vainly fancied they had escaped. The king on his throne is beset

with cares, and the labor he performs is ofttimes far heavier than any

borne by the poorest peasant in his dominions. The high and low alike

acknowledge the universal sway of labor. That which is thus the common

lot of mankind and reigns with such universal sway can not be otherwise

than honorable in the highest degree.

Labor may be a burden and a chastisement, but it is also an honor and a

glory. Without it nothing can be accomplished. All that to man is great

and precious is acquired only through labor. Without it civilization

would relapse into barbarism. It is the forerunner and indispensable

requisite to all the sweet influence of refinement. It is the herald of

happiness, and makes the desert to blossom as a garden of roses. It

whitens the sea with sails, and stretches bands of iron across the

continent. It is labor that drives the plow, scatters the seed, and

causes the fields to wave in golden harvests for the good of man. It

gathers the grain and sends it to different regions of the earth to feed

other millions toiling in less favored channels there. Labor gathers the

gossamer web of the caterpillar, the cotton from the field, and the

fleece from the flock, and weaves them into raiment soft, warm, and

beautiful. The purple robe of royalty, the plain man's sober suit, the

fantastic dress of the painted savage, and the furry coverings of arctic

lands are alike the results of its handiwork, and proofs of its

universal sway and honor. Labor molds the brick, splits the slate, and

quarries the stone. It shapes the column and rears not only the humble

cottage but the gorgeous palace, the tapering spire and stately dome.

It is by labor that mankind have risen from a state of barbarism to the

light of the present. It is only by labor that progression can continue.

Labor, possessing such inherent dignity and being the grand measure of

progress, it is most fitting that man should not taste life's greatest

happiness, or wield great influence for good, or reach the summit of his

ambitious resolves, save only as the result of long and patient labor.

Life is a short day; but it is a working day, and not a holiday. Man was

made for action, and life is a mere scene for the exercise of the mind

and engagement of the hand—a scene where the most important occupations

are, in one sense, but species of amusement, and where so long as we

take pleasure in the pursuit of an object it matters but little that we

secure it not, or that it fades when acquired.

Life to some is drudgery; to some, pain; to some, art; to others,

pleasure; but to _all_, work. Let none feel a sense of sore

disappointment that life to them becomes routine. It is a necessary

consequence of our natures that our work and our amusements, our

business and our pleasures, should tend to become routine. The same

wants, the same demands, and similar duties meet us on the threshold of

every day. We look forward to some great occasion on which to display

ourselves, some grand event in which to give proof of a heroic spirit,

and complain of the petty routine of daily life. On the contrary, it is

this succession of little duties—little works apparently of no

account—which constitute the grand work of life; and we display true

nobility when we cheerfully take these up and go forward, content to

"Labor and to wait."

Alas for the man or woman who has not learned to work! They are but poor

creatures. They know not themselves. They depend on others for support.

Let them not fancy they have a monopoly of enjoyment. They have missed

the sweetest pleasure of life, even the pleasure of self-reliant

feeling, born of vanquished difficulties. They know not the thrill of

pleasure experienced by him who carries difficult projects to a

successful termination. Each rest owes its deliciousness to toil, and no

toil is so burdensome as the rest of him who has nothing to task and

quicken his powers. They do not realize, in their blind pride, what

labor has done for them. It was labor that rocked them in their cradle

and nourished their pampered life. Without it the very garments on their

back would be unspun. He is indebted to toil for the meanest thing that

ministers to his wants, save only the air of heaven, and even that, in

God's wise providence, is breathed with labor.

Labor explores the rich veins of deeply buried rocks, extracting the

gold and silver, the copper and tin. Labor smelts the iron, and molds it

into a thousand shapes for use and ornaments, from the massive pillar to

the tiniest needle, from the ponderous anchor to the wire gauze, from

the mighty flywheel of the engine to the polished purse-ring or

glittering bead. Labor hews down the gnarled oak, shapes the timbers,

builds the ship, and guides it over the deep, bringing to our shores the

produce of every clime.

But mere physical, manual labor is not the sole end of life. It must be

joined with higher means of improvement, or it degrades instead of

exalts. The poorest laborer has intellect, heart, imagination, tastes,

as well as bones and muscles, and he is grievously wronged when

compelled to exclusive drudgery for bodily subsistence. It is the

condition of all outward comforts and improvements, whilst, at the same

time, it conspires with higher means and influences in ministering to

the vigor and growth of the mind. Not only has labor inherent dignity,

but it is almost a necessity for mind as well as body. Man is an

intelligence, sustained and preserved by bodily organs, and their active

exercise is necessary to the enjoyment of health. It is not work, but

overwork, that is hurtful; it is not hard work that is injurious so much

as monotonous, fagging, hopeless work. All hopeful work is healthful;

and to be usefully and properly employed is one of the great secrets of

happiness.

Most interesting is the contemplation of the victories achieved by the

hand of labor—victories far grander than any achieved by physical force

on the field of battle; for its conquests are wrested from nature. The

very elements are brought under subjection, and made to contribute to

the good of man. It displays its triumph in a thousand cities; it

glories in shapes of beauty; it speaks in words of power; it makes the

sinewy arm strong with liberty, the poor man's heart rich with content,

crowns the swarthy and sweaty brow with honor, dignity, and peace. It is

one of the best regulators of practical character. It evokes and

disciplines obedience, self-control, attention, application, and

perseverance, giving a man deftness and skill in his physical calling,

and aptitude and dexterity in the affairs of ordinary life. Work is the

law of our being, the living principle that carries men and nations

onward. Manual labor is a school in which men are placed to get energy

of purpose and character—a vastly more important endowment than the

learning of other schools.

The laborer is placed, indeed, under hard masters—the power of physical

elements, physical sufferings, and want. But these stern teachers do a

work which no compassionate, intelligent friend could do for us, and

true wisdom will bless Providence for this sharp necessity. Labor is not

merely the grand instrument by which the earth is overspread with

fruitfulness and beauty, the ocean subdued, and matter wrought into

innumerable forms for comfort and ornament; it has a far higher

function, which is to give force to the will, efficiency, courage, the

capacity of endurance and of devotion to far-reaching plans.

We must ever remember that it is the intention only that disgraces; that

all honest work is honorable; and if your occupation be not so

high-sounding as you would like, still it is better to work faithfully

at this until opportunity opens the door to something higher. Because

you do not find just what suits you, to refuse to labor at all, to play

the drone, is to act unworthy of yourself and your destiny. Neither is

it beneath you to make yourself useful, regardless of what your position

and wealth may be. A gentleman by birth and education, however richly he

may be endowed with worldly position, can not but feel that he is in

duty bound to contribute his quota of endeavor towards the general

well-being in which he shares. He can not be satisfied with being fed,

clad, and maintained by the labors of others, without making some

suitable return to the society that upholds him. It matters not what a

person's natural gifts may be, he can not expect to attain in any

profession to a high degree of success without going through with a vast

deal of work, which, taken by itself, would rightly be called drudgery.

That quality in man which, for want of a better name, we call genius,

does not consist in an ability to get along without work, but, on the

contrary, is generally the faculty of doing an immense amount of work.

Young men sometimes think that it is not respectable to be at work, and

imagine that there is some character of disgrace or degradation

belonging to toil. No greater mistake could be made. Instead of being

disgraceful to engage in work, it is especially honorable. The most

illustrious names in history were hard workers. No one whom posterity

delights to honor ever dreamed or idled his way to fame. To be idle and

useless is neither an honor nor a privilege. Though persons of small

natures may be content merely to consume, men of average endowments, of

manly expectations, and of honest purpose will feel such a condition to

be incompatible with real honor and true dignity.

The noblest man on earth is he who puts his hands cheerfully and proudly

to honest labor, and goes forth to conquer honor and worth. Labor is

mighty and beautiful. The world has long since learned that man can not

be truly man without employment. Would that young men might judge of the

dignity of labor by its usefulness rather than by the gloss it wears! We

do not see a man's nobility in dress and toilet adornments, but in the

sinewy arm, roughened, it may be, by hardy, honest toil under whose

farmer's or mechanic's vest a kingly heart may beat. Exalt thine adopted

calling or profession. Look on labor as honorable, and dignify the task

before thee, whether it be in the study, office, counting-room,

workshop, or furrowed field. There is equality in all, and the resolute

will and pure heart may ennoble either.

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[Illustration: PERSEVERANCE.]

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It is only by reflection that we derive a just appreciation of the value

of perseverance. When we see how much can be accomplished in any given

direction by the man or woman of but average ability who resolutely

perseveres in the course of action adopted as the ruling purpose of

their lives, we then arrive at a just estimate of the value of

perseverance as a factor in success. The old fable of the hare and the

tortoise only exemplifies a truth which we are all ready to admit when

we once stop to admire those stupendous works of nature and art, which

proclaim in no uncertain tones the triumph of perseverance. All the

performances of human art, at which we look with praise or wonder, are

instances of the resistless force of perseverance. It is by this that

the quarry becomes a pyramid; it is by this the Coliseum of Rome was

built; and this it was that inclosed in adamant the Chinese empire.

One man's individual exertion seems to go for nothing. If a person were

to compare the result of one man's work with the general design and last

result, he would be overwhelmed by the sense of their disproportion. Yet

these petty operations, incessantly continued, in time surmount the

greatest difficulties. Mountains are elevated and oceans bounded by the

slender force of human beings. How many men, who have won well-nigh

imperishable renown in the world of literature, science, or art, owe all

their greatness to persevering efforts? How many of those whom the world

calls geniuses can exclaim with Newton that they owe all their greatness

to persevering efforts, and whatever they may have been able to

accomplish more than ordinary has been solely by virtue of perseverance?

They were the sons of unremitting industry and toil. They were once as

weak and helpless as any of us, once as destitute of wisdom and power as

an infant. Once the very alphabet of that language which they have

wielded with such magic effect was unknown to them. They toiled long to

learn it, to get its sounds, understand its deeper fancies, and longer

still to obtain the secret of its highest charm and mightiest power, and

yet even longer for those living, glorious thoughts which they bade it

bear to an astonished and admiring world.

Their characters, which are now given to the world and will be to

millions yet unborn as patterns of greatness and goodness, were made by

that untiring perseverance which marked their whole lives. From

childhood to age they knew no such word as fail. Defeat only gave them

power; difficulty only taught them the necessity of redoubled exertions;

dangers gave them courage, and the sight of great labors inspired in

them corresponding exertions. Their success has been wrought out by

persevering industry. It has been said by shrewd observers that

successful men owe more to their perseverance than to their natural

powers, their friends, or the favorable circumstances around them.

Genius will falter by the side of labor, great powers will give place to

great industry. Talents are desirable, but perseverance is more so. It

will make mental powers, or at least strengthen those already made. This

should teach a great lesson of patience to those who are so nearly ready

to sink in despair, and have grown weary in their strivings for better

things. For one who faints not, but resolutely takes up the work of life

and perseveringly continues his exertion, it is possible for him to

reach almost any height to which his ambition may point. Some of the

great works of literature, in which are stored away great masses of

information, are the results of persevering efforts, before which many

minds would have quailed.

Gibbon consumed nineteen years in writing his masterpiece. How many

would have had the courage to persevere that length of time, though

certain of success at last? Courage, when combined with energy and

perseverance, will overcome difficulties apparently insurmountable.

Perseverance, working in the right direction and when steadily

practiced, even by the most humble, will rarely fail of its reward. It

inspires in the minds of all fair-minded people a friendly feeling. Who

will not befriend the persevering, energetic youth, the fearless man of

industry? Who is not a friend to him who is a friend to himself? He who

perseveres in business, amidst hardships and discouragements, will

always find ready and generous friends in time of need. He who will

persevere in a course of wisdom, rectitude, and benevolence, is sure to

gather round him friends who will be true and faithful.

Go to the men of business, of worth, of influence, and ask them who

shall have their confidence and support. They will tell you "the men who

falter not by the wayside, who toil on in their calling against every

barrier, whose eyes are 'upward,' and whose motto is 'excelsior.'" These

are the men to whom they give their confidence. But they shun the lazy,

the indolent, the fearful and faltering. They would as soon trust the

wind as such men. If you would win friends, be steady and true to

yourself. Be the unfailing friend of your own purposes, stand by your

own character, and others will come to your aid.

Almost every portion of the earth teems with works which show what man

has been able to effect in the physical world by means of perseverance.

Calculate, if you can, the efforts required to build the pyramids of

Egypt. Can you conceive of a more enduring monument to the triumph of

perseverance than that? Look at nature. She has a thousand voices

teaching lessons of perseverance. The lofty mountains are wearing down

by slow degrees. The ocean is gradually, but surely, filling up, by

deposits from its thousand rivers, and by the labors of a little insect

so small as to be almost invisible to the naked eye. Every shower that

sweeps over the surface of the country tends to bring the hills and the

mountains to the level of the plains. Nature has but one lesson on this

subject, and that is, "Persevere."

More depends upon active perseverance than upon genius. Says a

common-sense author upon this subject: "Genius unexerted is no more

genius than a bushel of acorns is a forest of oaks." There may be epics

in men's brains, just as there are oaks in acorns, but the tree and the

book must come out before we can measure them. Firmness of purpose is

one of the most necessary sinews of character, and one of the best

instruments of success. Without it, genius wastes its efforts in a maze

of inconsistencies. It gives power to weakness, and opens to poverty the

world's mark. It spreads fertility over the barren landscape, and bids

the choicest fruits and flowers spring up and flourish in the desert

abode. There is, perhaps, nothing more conducive to success in any

important and difficult undertaking than a firm, steady, unremitting

spirit. In seasons of distress and difficulty, to abandon ourselves to

dejection is evidence of a weak mind. Opposing circumstances often

create strength, both mental and physical. Opposition gives us greater

power of resistance. To overcome one barrier gives us greater ability to

overcome the next. It is cowardice to grumble about circumstances.

Instead of sinking under trouble, it becomes us, in the evil day, with

perseverance to maintain our part, to bear up against the storm, to have

recourse to those advantages, which, in the worst of times, are always

left to integrity and virtue, and never to give up the hope that better

days may come.

It is wonderful to see what miracles a resolute and unyielding will can

achieve. Before its irresistible energy the most formidable obstacles

become as cobweb barriers in the path. Difficulties, the terrors of

which cause the irresolute to sink back with dismay, provoke from the

man of lofty determination only a smile. The whole history of our race,

all nature, indeed, teems with examples to show what wonders may be

accomplished by resolute perseverance and patient toil. How many there

are who, thinking of the immense amount of work lying between them and

the object of their desires, are almost ready to give up in despair! But

do they not, when they view the work thus in mass, forget that there is

time enough, if only rightly improved, to suffice for each effort?

One step after another, perseveringly continued, will enable you to

arrive at your journey's end, however long it may be. It is only when

you come to reckon up the aggregate number of steps that you are ready

to sink under a feeling of despair. But you are not required to take

them all at once; there is an allotted time for each individual step.

Thus, in viewing any work that you may have marked out in life, only

remember that you are not obliged to do the work all at once; that the

regular daily portions performed quietly and systematically, day after

day, will enable you to achieve almost any desired result. When we

reflect on the wonderful results that perseverance has accomplished, we

are led to believe that the man who wills, resolves, and perseveres can

do almost any thing.

Every one, then, regardless of his condition in life, should set his aim

high, and resolve to remit no labor necessary for its realization, but

cheerfully take up the trials and burdens that life has in store for

him, and carry them forward, be the discouragements what they may, to a

glorious consummation. Only learn to carry a thing through in all of its

details, and you have measured the secret of success. Only learn to

persevere in carrying out any plan of work which an enlightened judgment

decides is the best, and you will force life to yield you its grandest

triumphs. There is almost no limit to what you can achieve if you thus

govern your actions, and make all your exertions contribute to the

fulfilling of some great purpose of life, which you took up with a brave

heart, and with a determination to persevere therein until success

crowns your efforts.

[Illustration: ENTERPRISE.]

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Closely allied with the qualities of self-reliance and energy is that

characteristic quality which so much conduces to success in life, and is

generally expressed by the word "enterprise." It is distinct from

energy, inasmuch as it is constantly active in discovering new fields

for energy to exert itself in. We are familiar with examples of men who

have won fortunes or gained renown, not because they pursued better or

wiser courses, but because of some originality in their aims and

methods, by which they were enabled to command the attention of the busy

world long enough to wrest from it the special object of their choice.

True enterprise is constantly on the alert to discover some new want of

society, some fertile source of profit or honor, some unexplored field

of business, and is ready to supply the one or to take advantage of the

other. It is nearly an indispensable element in these days of fierce

competition. Every avenue of business is crowded, and as soon as it is

known that one party has made a success by one method there are scores

of eager aspirants ready to try the successful plan, so that straightway

it, too, ceases to be unique, and, in becoming common, loses the power

it formerly possessed of compelling success. Hence the late-comers in

the field are doomed to failure, while they may at the same time be the

better fitted for the peculiar work in hand. What they should do is to

aim at success by new plans and methods. Every one knows the

enthusiastic glow that animates the whole being of him who feels the

ardor of an explorer, who surmounts difficulties by new and, before,

unthought-of expedients, who plans and projects enterprises that had

previously escaped the active minds of his fellow men.

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