Be not weary, grow not discouraged when your progress is hampered by obstacles. Every truly great man of the past has had his backbiters and detractors. 52. There are three periods in our lives: the youthful, or prospective period, the adult, or introspective period, and the old age, or retrospective period. [Sidenote: Growing Old.] Too many there are who look forward to old age with fear or dread. But old age has its joys and pleasures as well as middle age and youth, and these pleasures are the keener if the first and second periods of life were lived sanely, worthily and properly. Numerous are the great men of the past who have extolled the old-age period of human life with its wisdom and wealth of worldly experience. If the middle period is spent in getting dollars only, then old age will be days of empty nothingness. Youth is the planning time--the time for ideals and ambitions; middle age the building time, and old age the dividend time. With many, old age is spent in reading the book of the past--with sadness as the reader recognizes that the ideals, plans and hopes were shattered. As age turns the page in the book of the past, he reads one hope after another vanished in smoke. Anticipation is seldom realized, and this is as it should be, for in time, men will learn to live each day for each day's good and each day's happiness. Let us perform our duty to-day; let us lay away a kindly act, a smile, a word of cheer in the bank of good deeds. Each of us has a share in this world's work. It matters little whether our actual share is what we had guessed or wished it to be. [Sidenote: The Value of Ideals.] Vicissitudes will cross our path here and there; so-called misfortune or bad luck will strike us when least expected. The failure of our dreams should not grieve us. We cannot reach up and grasp the stars, but like the pilot at the wheel at sea, we can steer by those stars that help us on our way. Our ideal may not be realized, but the journey to it may still be a pleasant one. Our ideals, plans and hopes had a real purpose, a real service; they gave us courage and made us work, and thus they were well worth while. We must not, in the old age period, condemn ourselves because our plans failed or our castles were shattered. There is no hard luck except incurable disease or death. It is not for us to mourn the past or weep for the flowers that are gone. In our active days, we should realize that we are putting memories away in our brains that will come back to us in old age. Only that which we put in our brains can we take out. So then, Mr. Avarice, I warn you: If gold is your God, it's cold comfort you will get in your sunset days. Build up loving ties, appreciation and the worth-while riches of good deeds, and in your evening of life, you will be welcome wherever you go. [Sidenote: Put Not Your Faith in Gold.]