The uplift [serial] . ch was filled with dried leaves. The boys room, if such it could be called, was the loft. To get tohis room, he had to climb up the pegs driven in the wall which ser-ved as a stairway. In one corner of the loft was a heap of driedleaves on the floor. This was his bed. * * * * Accuracy of statement is one of the first elements of truth; inaccuracyis a near kin to falsehood. Character is like a tree, and reputation is like a shadow. The shadowis what we think of it; the tree is the real thing. Faith is patience with the lamp lit. It is not enough for the gardener to love fl
The uplift [serial] . ch was filled with dried leaves. The boys room, if such it could be called, was the loft. To get tohis room, he had to climb up the pegs driven in the wall which ser-ved as a stairway. In one corner of the loft was a heap of driedleaves on the floor. This was his bed. * * * * Accuracy of statement is one of the first elements of truth; inaccuracyis a near kin to falsehood. Character is like a tree, and reputation is like a shadow. The shadowis what we think of it; the tree is the real thing. Faith is patience with the lamp lit. It is not enough for the gardener to love flowers; he must also hateweeds. They only deserve a monument who do not need one, that is, whohave raised themselves a monument in the minds and memories of men. Most people do what they are requested to do; successful people doa little more. He is well along the road to perfect manhood who does not al-low the thousand little worries of life to embitter his temper, nor dis-turb his equanimity. THE UPLIFT ilfchttditms c. A JEWEL FOR YOUR MEMORY COLLECTION(LETS MEMORIZE IT) Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits. (Psalm 103:2) From the life of Fritz Kreisler, the famous violinist, comes the beauti-ful story of an Englishman who owned a priceless violin. Mr. Kreisler triedmany times to buy the instrument but in vain. Each time the Englishmanentertained friends he would bring out the violin and show it to them, buthe could not play a single note on it. Once while in London Mr. Krieslervisited the home of the wealthy owner just to see the wonderful man handed it to him with his permission to play it. The sweet andbeautiful music that came forth brought tears to the owners eyes and whenFritz Kriesler had finished he said,l wont sell you my violin, but one thatcan bring such music from an instrument should surely own it. I give itto you. This story reminds us of what can become of our lives when weplace them in the hands of God. Once useless and without p
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