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periodical: Improvement Era
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# Soul Culture

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Improvement Era
Vol.   XX                       MARCH, 1917                           No. 5

                         Soul Culture
          By Wm. A. Hyde, President of the Pocatello Stake of Zion

     Soul culture is a big topic, especially so when we apply the
broad conception of the meaning of the word soul, as that in man
which is called physical, and that which is called spiritual, when
joined in one. This body, then, and this mind or this spirit,
which you please to name it, is the soul of which we shall speak.
     Dealing with this subject is made easier by the ready access
to illustrations and analogies from other branches of human
education, where men are culturists by trade or profession, and
especially from that distinct and noble calling, agriculture.
     There is a supreme argument for soul culture in these facts
that in the study of plant development, science has enabled
man to take inanimate things, that, so far as we know, cannot
feel, and certainly cannot express a feeling, and add to their
beauty,     their   strength,    their   quality    or   their   fragrance.
Tiou have made new markings on the lily, new colors in the rose,
new fiber to the potato; have robbed the cactus of its weapons,
and produced a multitude of apples. Then you have taken inanimate creatures which, while they feel, cannot intelligibly express
their feelings, and have added, if not to their intelligence, at
least to their beauty, efficiency and value. And if agriculturists
have done this with these lower forms of life, certainly that
much and more can be done in the development of the highest
order of animals, man.
     In this culture, young man, I speak not of the education of
the schools, for I do not know the first accepted principle of

     *This article was suggested by remarks given by the author before the
student body of the Idaho Technical Institute, and is with much appreciation dedicated to that master boy culturist, our genial, spiritual, enthusiastic friend, Oscar A. Kirkham.

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pedagogy, but I am to reveal to you secrets of nature, learned
from inanimate things; and these secrets, if you wisely follow
tliem, will enable you to take yourself in hand as a Burbank
might take you and evolve yourselves into higher types of men.
     Come with me to the potato field, let us smell the moist
earth awhile. When this tuber is to be improved, the most
perfect example of its kind is found. It must be subjected to
examination, and its defects noted, and the step we are to take in
its culture, must remove these defects wholly or in part, and the
type be thus advanced. There must be a close analysis of the
plant, and nothing is surer, young man, than that this must be
done in your case, before you may proceed. No one can so well
make this analysis as yourself, for if you are honest, none will
know yourself so well as you. Happy the man who can sit
apart from himself as would a double, and see himself. Would
we could do as Strickland W. Gililan so originally says

                       Watch Yourself Go By

             Just stand aside and watch yourself go by;
             Think of yourself as "he" instead of "I."
             Pick flaws; find fault; forget the man is you,
             And strive to make your estimate ring true.
             Confront yourself and look you in the eye
             Just stand aside and watch yourself go by.
             Interpret all your motives just as though
             You looked on one whose aims you did not know;
             Let undisguised contempt surge through you when
             You see you shirk, O commonest of men!
              Despise your cowardice; condemn whate'er
              You note of falseness in you anywhere.
              Defend not one defect that shames your eye
              Just stand aside and watch yourself go by.

     So when the time for this examination comes, I beseech you
for the purpose, to  sit in the humility of sackcloth and ashes,
and question your traits as they stand in array before you. No
egotist can analyze himself. "Seest thou a man wise in his own
conceit, there is more hope for a fool than for him."      If he
were not made perfect, he can never become so. Be honest,
then, steel your heart to bear some shame, and when you come
from the judgment chamber, your traits will be known in their
true relation to your soul.
     In the beginning, grant this, which I have not proved, that
the basis of a great soul is courage. Let this be the foundation
of the character you are analyzing. Thus we proceed:
     Have you been courageous? Answer, my heart. And from
                                                       —
that place within me, where sits my conscience that arbiter of
my life, whose one hand clasps the Infinite, and the other lays

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SOUL CULTURE                          383

                    —
hold upon mortality comes the answer: "I have not always
faced the front with steady hand and eye. I have appeared to
myself small in the presence of men no larger than I. I have
not strength to meet extremes of heat and cold, love and hate.
1 am timid, as if each hour I faced a criticism. I am self-conscious, when my eyes should be upon the world."     The judgment: "You are no more than 60 per cent of what a strong
man ought to be.
     Have you been honest? Answer, soul. And from the heart
comes the reply: "with my butcher and grocer, yes; with myself, no.   Agift I made to charity was mere advertising.  I find
that but few right motives have underlain my acts.      I permit
the wrong conception to be made of things that I have said. By
silence I have committed falsehood." I blush to write down 50
            —
per cent half honest.
     Are you pure minded? Answer, my soul. And the heart
makes reply "My lips have sometimes been soiled from within.
                :

I have smiled at a coarse jest. I have looked with pleasure upon
improper things. I fear that my soul is stained." In shame I
write down the judgment. Purity, 40 per cent.
     Have you love? Answer, my soul. And the heart gives answer: "I love my kin, I love my close chums, and less deeply
my friends, but as to that broad passion which includes hu-
                      —
manity, I have it not I cannot feel deeply for them." Judgment: My hunting dog loves as broadly as you. In the prime
clement of the soul, you are but 50 per cent.
     Are you genial and optimistic? The answer comes: "I do
                —
not radiate I am not warm toward men. I smile feebly and
laugh never. The world looks dark to me, and I see in it little
hope for mankind." Then have you not found the sweet spring
of life, thou pessimist; 40 per cent of what you might be of joy
to yourself and others.
    Modesty, stand forth. How fare you? The heart answers:
"I love the gaud and tinsel. My soul delights in my bright
colored slippers, and in the embroidered pansies of my hose.
I have forgotten the homespun of my grandfather, and he would
blush if he saw my trousers." In modesty you are but 40 per
cent.
    So these, and a score of others of my soul's retainers, I call
up one by one and judge them just as the culturist rates the
markings on the plumage of a fowl, or the form and color of a
peach or plum.
    And, now, Burbank, when you have estimated your plant,
what do you do? Spread on more fertilizer only? Turn on
more water only? No; there is a mating, and a crossing, and a
forming, and by %he subtle secrets you have not revealed to me,

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yon take from earth, and air, and sun, from fellow plant and
pollen, and you bring an improved plant-being into the world.
So now, my Soul, I have done with generalization I have done                                                                                 —
with dreaming. I have weighed you. I have scaled you, and
you are to be hammered and built anew. Here is the judgment,
read it as you sit in the dust

                      Courage 60 per cent.
                      Honesty 50 per cent.
                      Purity 40 per cent.
                      Love 50 per cent.
                      Hopefulness 40 per cent.
                      Modesty 40 per cent.

            You are not half a man. Now, this very day I must begin
to build  up my weak places. I am engaged in battle, but not
behind ramparts and ditches, for this is no trench warfare.
     Courage, in the campaign this month, you are upon the firing line. Gird up your loins, we must meet the world this day
as a man ought. What man was created better than you? Were
you not made the equal, under the law, of every other man?
Have you not royalty within you? Who has better right of
kingship?     So, today, my soul meets its fellowman with unflinching eye; suffers disappointments and pain at night, upon
the battlefield, as I doff my armor, I am a happy man for I have
warred and conquered, and thus I climb.
     Today a victory, tomorrow a temporary repulse, but day
after day, through the month and year, ever faring upward.

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not mask my eyes, I must see. I cannot stop my ears, I must

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SOUL CULTURE                                                                                                                385

hear.          Today I look up, I see the tree tops, the hills, and God's
expanse of blue.  I hear voices I never heard before. If oath or
vulgarity come to me, they sadden me, and I shudder.       little                                                                                     A
child pleases me, for it is pure. I pity the painted woman and
look at her with changed eyes.                                             When I come to my tent at
night, the light within my heart is glowing.                                                            There is a fire upon
                               Voices in my heart are singthe altar in the Holy of Holies.
ing. Tomorrow I may fail, but the next day I remember my
former victory and mount again, and so on and up I climb
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Come, my soul, we will be true today. The butcher and the
grocer have long since been paid, now let me have a noble
equity and justice within me. Today, let me sit in the other
man's seat, that I may get values from his viewpoint. Today
let motive and act be mother and son with me, and every good
act of noble parentage.   No dissimulation no half-truths, let                                         —
me be what I am at my best in humility and without parade. I
come to my tent at night, humbled but victor, so on and up,
mounting here, lapsing there, but ever rising, until I would dare
to lay open the inner chamber of mind and heart before all men.
     Come, you pessimist, 40 per cent strong.       We go out to
conquer today.                     'Tis cloudy,                  but the sun will shine                                                             at        noon.
God holds the curtains of clouds and sorrows in his hands, and
he will roll them up. No good act ever was lost. Hope and Faith
must rule as they have ever ruled. "Good morning, friend,
you're looking well today!"     I spend a moment longer than
usual with this fellowman. There's time to have a joke and
laugh to temper this cloudiness. This town is good, our state
the best, this is God's country. I stroke an inquiring dog, and
children see and follow me. Men turn their hearts my way, for I

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have radiated.     In my tenf at night I dream of the glories of the
morrow.
     Frivolity stands before me condemned. Come, my soul, let
                                                  —
ns meet the world today gravely and soberly and I gird myself
to meet men as I never met them before.        I see in the grave
eyes of public men, the burdens borne by giants, for they are
bearing Atlas loads upon their shoulders. I see a heroine in the
bent form of a washerwoman. The sad face of a newsboy enthrals me. This life is serious, earnest, in every moment of it a
battle is fought. The groans of the wounded it has never been
my high privilege to hear before; in my heart, I wish that I
might have some pain, and the very thought ennobles me. In
sympathy with my brother man, today I have become co-partner
with our common Father. I return to my tent at night chastened.
By the end of the month I could be ready for martyrdom if the
need appear.
     Modesty, let us see the world today in better guise! My
soul vows to live the law. I am abashed that I should dare to
enter into competition with the beauties of Nature. This mountain side, with its Autumn leaves, this brook with its pebbles,
are far more beautiful than I, with all my finery. This girl, with
flying limbs and tangled hair, animate, quickened nature, has
made me envious. My heart approves and says the only beauty
                                                      :

is that of Nature, for art is only art as it is governed by her
laws. I shall be a better man henceforth, for I have found the
source of beauty.
     And one by one I marshal these and a score of other powers
singly, and discipline them by the stern hand of truth. Set over
against humanity are high types, just as the agriculturist has
his perfect types of beast or vegetable. I do not forget that as
the type of grain is perfected, the seed selected lies buried in
the warm earth twelve days, that it lives out its grassy youth
seventy days, that it grows golden through the Summer's heat
twenty days, and that only in nature's evening, the ripening
Autumn, I see what my work has done. So now, my soul, I shall
have the patience that is given to the seed while I guide, and
mould and form you. There will be hours of waiting, days of
disappointment, but I have learned from the quiet plant the
lesson of time.
     This great hope ever lies before me, as the greatest goal for
which man ever struggled, that some day I shall marshal my
powers, not singly, but in companies     And if a man by courage
                                          !

alone shall walk the street, and men for that one quality respect
him   ;   if by optimism   alone, he draw men to him ; if, for his honesty alone, men seek and trust him, and put their fortunes in his
hand; if, for his purity, he become a protector; if, for his
