AN IRON WILL.

CHAPTER I.

TRAINING THE WILL.

“The education of the will is the object of our existence,” says Emerson.

Nor is this putting it too strongly, if we take into account the human will in its relations to the divine.  This accords with the saying of J. Stuart Mill, that “a character is a completely fashioned will.”

In respect to mere mundane relations, the development and discipline of one’s will-power is of supreme moment in relation to success in life.  No man can ever estimate the power of will.  It is a part of the divine nature, all of a piece with the power of creation.  We speak of God’s fiat “Fiat lux, Let light be.”  Man has his fiat.  The achievements of history have been the choices, the determinations, the creations, of the human will.  It was the will, quiet or pugnacious, gentle or grim, of men like Wilberforce and Garrison, Goodyear and Cyrus Field, Bismarck and Grant, that made them indomitable.  They simply would do what they planned.  Such men can no more be stopped than the sun can be, or the tide.  Most men fail, not through lack of education or agreeable personal qualities, but from lack of dogged determination, from lack of dauntless will.

“It is impossible,” says Sharman, “to look into the conditions under which the battle of life is being fought, without perceiving how much really depends upon the extent to which the will-power is cultivated, strengthened, and made operative in right directions.”  Young people need to go into training for it.  We live in an age of athletic meets.  Those who are determined to have athletic will-power must take for it the kind of exercise they need.

This is well illustrated by a report I have seen of the long race from Marathon in the recent Olympian games, which was won by the young Greek peasant, Sotirios Loues.

A STRUGGLE IN THE RACE OF LIFE.

There had been no great parade about the training of this champion runner.  From his work at the plough he quietly betook himself to the task of making Greece victorious before the assembled strangers from every land.  He was known to be a good runner, and without fuss or bustle he entered himself as a competitor.  But it was not his speed alone, out-distancing every rival, that made the young Greek stand out from among his fellows that day.  When he left his cottage home at Amarusi, his father said to him, “Sotiri, you must only return a victor!” The light of a firm resolve shone in the young man’s eye.  The old father was sure that his boy would win, and so he made his way to the station, there to wait till Sotiri should come in ahead of all the rest.  No one knew the old man and his three daughters as they elbowed their way through the crowd.  When at last the excitement of the assembled multitude told