appreciated, about your high deserts and nobility of soul, your nose will be in the air, and your eyes won't be on the ground when opportunity comes crawling along.

Free your mind from rubbish, especially from selfcomplacency and self-approval.

Say to yourself: "The world is full of opportunity; the men that have succeeded had no better chance than I. They succeeded because they saw opportunity, seized it, and hung on to it.

"If I don't succeed it is because I have not deserved to succeed. If I have not seized any good opportunities in life, it is not because the opportunities have all gone the other way and have never passed me. Hundreds have passed me. It is time now for me to seize the next one that comes along."

The man who stops blaming conditions, blaming government, blaming others, his relatives, his employers, his friends, and who blames himself, is the man that will seize and use the next opportunity that comes.

There never lived a man who "never had a chance.' Only a man born an idiot can say truly that he has had no opportunity. The trouble is that too many insist on saying what kind of an opportunity it shall be, and when it shall come.

If you see four boys together, three of them smoking cigarettes and one not smoking, you know that one of them has a better chance than the others.

You may see a half dozen young men working in stores, five of them complaining about the public, about

hard work and long hours, and the sixth saying to himself: “If I can't succeed as an employee I shall never succeed as an employer."

If you find the five pitying themselves and the sixth determined to do what is good for him, you know the sixth is the one that will take opportunity when it comes, for he has already taken the opportunity of making himself a worker.

Be ready.

The way to be ready is to be at work. Opportunity comes to the worker, not to the idler who is waiting for opportunity to come.

Edison was working at his key when his thought and his opportunity came to him.

Newton was not lounging, idling, when the apple fell. He was thinking on the problem of gravitation and falling bodies. And when the apple fell-assuming that old story to be true-he combined the happening with his thought and his work, and seized the opportunity to solve the greatest problem in celestial mechanics.

In every shop, every store, every farm, there is opportunity.

If your work is bad, if your employer is bad, you can watch for the opportunity to get out. But be sure that you get the opportunity. Wait until it comes. To drop one thing until you have another is one of the shortest roads to failure.

Any kind of work is a gymnasium in which you develop your own power and talent.

Success depends on being exact, industrious, intelli

gent, obliging, practical. You can develop the good qualities inside of yourself just as well in the humblest work as in the highest work. A young man working as street car conductor has just as many opportunities of understanding human beings, which help to real success as the president of the railroad, hidden away in his big office.

Some of us are old, some young, and some in the doldrums of middle age. But none of us is too old for opportunity, if we will see it and take it.

Every year means 365 new opportunities. Every day means opportunity, every hour means possibility of good work, of foolishness abandoned.

Five minutes of earnest thought and self-analysis may mean years of comfort and useful work hereafter.

Fathers and mothers, don't frighten your children. To kill a child's courage is to kill his future chance.

Spending money, reasonably, in accordance with your means is wise and useful.

The Death of Enthusiasm

"Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm."Emerson. Enthusiasm, a word that combines ambition, courage, determination and a hundred other words, is to the human being what steam is to the engine. When enthusiasm dies, the man is dead, and hope has left him. He may live on, apparently, but the real man is gone.

ENTHUSIASM is the power and the health of the mind. It is youth, ambition, will.

Man lives and is worth while as long as his enthusiasm lives.

And when enthusiasm dies, he dies-although he may not know it.

We all travel a certain distance upward along the road of life.

Enthusiasm is the force that drives us.

At one end of the long road is the cradle, where we get our start and our teeth. At the other end that vague temple called Success-and just beyond it the grave, where, without teeth, we lie down and are forgotten.

Why we start, why we climb, what the power that drives us toward the shining temple, we do not know. All except perhaps one in a million fail, grow tired, sit down to rest like the man in the picture.

Then hope flies away, and that is the death of enthusiasm

Dante, one of the world's three greatest writersHomer and Shakespeare being the other two-showed in

his dreadful hell the spirits of men still living upon the earth. Their bodies lived on the earth's surface, but the soul was down below.

You should read, if you have not read, the wonderful pictures drawn by that Italian imagination without an equal.

Dante, conducted by Virgil, gets to the bottom of hell, where everything is frozen solid by the flapping of the gigantic wings of Satan. Satan himself is buried "at mid breast" in the ice that holds him fast, and flaps his wings through all eternity in the vain effort to free himself, while the freezing tears run from his six eyes, and each of his three mouths chews a miserable sinner.

A horrible monster to look upon was that Satan, his three faces-one vermilion, one yellow, the third black -his arms as big as giants and in each of his three mouths “a sinner champ'd bruised as with ponderous engine."

As Dante looked, the three sinners held in the teeth of Satan were Judas Iscariot, Brutus and Cassius. Well might Dante exclaim: "Oh, what a sight!" Well may the world wonder that in Dante's day nearly all men believed, and even in our day a few million of the ignorant, superstitious still believe in such a monster.

Before he had looked upon Satan Dante saw a miserable creature, his eyes covered with ice, begging that the ice might be removed for a moment "that I may vent the grief impregnate at my heart some little space ere it congeal again."

Dante told the poor sufferer that if he would tell who he was he would brush the ice from his eyes. And the man said that he was Alberigo, who had called his