August 14, 1919


Andrew Carnegie Dead.
   THE DEATH of this man removes from earth one of the most remarkable characters that I have ever known.
   He began life a poor boy--the son of a master-weaver, and from that humble station arose to be next to the richest man in the world.
   Carnegie had some good ideas and some good traits.
   He worshipped the dollar and made money his religion. But with it all, endeavored as a side-line to improve mankind and alleviate human suffering.
   He never seemed to realize, however, that the methods employed by aim to grow richer necessarily made millions of poor.
   He was a vain man, as most men whose god is money, are vain.
   He encouraged education without knowing what education meant. He spent large sums of money in the distribution of books without understanding the meaning of books. He endeavored to make a reputation as a patron of learning with a view, of course, of glorifying himself and possibly making restitution and amends for the sins which he committed in amassing a great fortune.
   In this he reminds me of a great many people who have devoted their lives, sacrificed everything for the accumulation of money, spending hours under the drippings of the sanctuary or in the "Amen" corqer in the church in order to fool the people, possibly God Almighty, as to their own perfidious lives.
   But there is much in Carnegie's life to be studied with profit by the young man who starts out in the world to win his way.
   He never lost an opportunity to push himself forward, and his eyes were never closed to a good business proposition.
   But it is all over with Carnegie now. And probably as he sits in his last home, he is endowed with the power of looking about and contemplating the frivolities of this world.
   With his millions he could not bribe the Dread Messenger, nor could he . ease an aching heart with the gold for which he had devoted. his life to accumulate.
   Soloman was probably correct  when he said, "It is at vanity and vexation of spirit." As I have thought and said, there is no happiness worth striving for, no fame worth the sacrifice save that which comes from service to mankind.
   I believe the inspired author.
most acceptable service to God." .
   "Prince pity our faults wherein we die,
    Our greed and cruelty both condone,
    Only the gods can mount the sky,
    Fame is the flower of love alone."


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