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FOREWORD
HEN Elbert Hubbard was storing up in his Scrap Book
the fruits of other men's genius, he did not contemplate

a volume for publication

He was merely gathering

spiritual provisions for his own refreshment and delec

tation ^
Coi^ght, 1923
By The Rqycrofters

To glance at the pages of his Scrap Book is to realize

how far and wide he pursued the quest, into what scented rose gardens
of Poetry, and up what steep slopes of Thought. To Alpine Valleys of
classical literature it led him, and through forests and swamps of contem

porary writing. For him it was the quest that mattered, it was the
quest he loved 5^
The Reader will remember Keats' dream of " a very pleasant life."
" I had an idea that a Man might pass a vy pleasant life
in this manner: Let him on a certain day read a certain page
of full Poesy or distilled Prose, and let him wander with it,

and muse upon it, and reflect from it, and dream upon it:

until it becomes stale^But when will it do so? Never

The publishers are wholeheartedly cooperating in
Ae effort to conserve vital materials and manpower
^ mmufactwring this book in full conformity with
War Produc^n Board Ruling L-245, curiailing the

use of mpw by hook pubUshers, and all oAer United

States^ Gwemment fegidationsi

^ fccOT atxompUshed without abbreviating

me book in any way. It is absolutely complete and

unabridged. Not a word, not a paragraph, not a
comma has been omitied.

When a man has arriy^ at a certain ripeness in intellect

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any one grand and spiritual passage serves him as a start

ing-post towards all the *two-and-thirty Palaces.* How
happy is such a voyage of conception, what delicious, dili
gent indolence!"
Elbert Hubbard's lifelong labor has placed in all our hands the power
to realize Keats' dream. Here in Hubbard's Scrap Book the Reader
will find " full Poesy " and " distilled Prose," of a pleasing savor to the

tongue and a strangely nourishing relish to the intelligence.

Let the reader browse but a moment and^to use Keats' imagehe
will find the sails of his soul set for one of those high voyages of the

spirit which give to life its most exalted meaning, and bring back as
cargo the thrice-tried gold of ecstasy and vision.
What inspired Elbert Hubbard should set other pulses to beating.
What stimulated and uplifted him should furnish othets with strength
for the struggle against the eroding sameness of the workaday world.
Such at least is the purpose to which the book is dedicated; such is the
pious hope of Elbert Hubbard's literary executors.
THE PUBLISHERS.
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ELBERT HUBBARD'S SCRAP BOOK

PROVIDENCEAN APOLOGUE
IHE other evening I was a little late in going down to dinner, and
this was the reason: I noticed a number of dead bees lying on the
floor of the lookout where I am accustomed to w6rk--a sight that I

HEREisanancientlegendwhich

encounter every spring. The poor things had comein through the

tells us-that when a man first

achieved a most notable deed

open window. When the windows were closed they found them
selves prisoners. Unable to see thetransparent obstacle, theyhad

he wi^ed to e:q>lain to his tribe

hurled themselves against the glasspanes on all sides,east, north,

south and west, untU at last they fell to the floor exhausted, and

what he had done. As soon as

het^gan to speak, however, he wassmitten

died. But, yesterday, I noticed among the bees, a great drone,

^th dumbness, he lacked words, and

much stronger thanthebees, who was far from being dead, who, infart, was very much

sat (^wn. Then there aroseaccording to

alive'and was dashing himsdfagainst the panes with allhismight, like the greatbea^

the storya masterless man, one who had

no part in the action of his fellow,
who had no specif virtues, but afflicted

thathewas. "Ah! my fine fiiend," said I, "it would have been anevil day for you Ml
not come to the rescue. You would havebeen done for, myfine fellow; before mghtt^
you would belying dead, and on coming up-stairs, inthe evening with my lamp, I wo^d
have found yourpoor littlecorpse among those oftheother bees." Come, now, like the

tl^t is the phfase-T-witih the magic of the

necesssoy wprds. He saw, he told, he dethe m^ts of the notable deed in

Emperor Titus I shall markthe dayby a good deed: let ussave theinsert'slife. Perhaps
in the eyes of God a drone is as valuable as a man, and without any doubt it is more

81^ a fa^iph, We are assured, that the

valuable than a prince.

words ** became alive and walked up and

do^ m the hecrts of all his hearers."

I threw open the window, and, by means of a napkin, began chasing the insert tow^

^^euppn, l^e tribe seeing that the words

were ci^ainly alive, ^d fearing lest the

it; but the drone persisted in flying in theopposite direction. I then tried to capwe^t
by throwing the napkin over it. When the drone saw that I wished to capture it, it lost
its head completely; it bounded furiously against the glass panes, as though it mm

manwith l^e wor(^ would hand down untrue

about themto their chUdren, they took

smash them, took a fresh start, and dashed itself again and again agamst
glass.
Fmally it flew the whole length ofthe apartment, maddened anddesperate. Ah, you

and' l^ii^ him.Sut later th^ saw that the

tyrant!" it buzzed. " Despot1you would deprive me ofliberty! Cruel ex^tioner, why
do you not leave me alone? I amhappy, and why do you persecute me?
After trying very hard, I brought it down and, inseizing it with thenapkin, I involttn-

m^c was in the words, not in the man.

Kipling

tarilyhurt it. Oh, how it triedto avenge itself! It darted outits stmg; itslittlenenrous
body, contrarted by my fingers, strained itself with all its strength m an attempt to
sting me. But I ignored its protestations, and, stretching my hand out toe ^doW,
opened the napkin. For a moment the drone seemed stimned, astonished; thenit calmly
took flight out into the infinite.

Well, you see how I saved thedrone. I was itsPtovidence. But(and^here isthemoral of

my story)do we not, stupid drones that we are, conduct ourselves m the same mann^
toward the providence ofGod? We have ourpettyand absurd projerts, our sm^l rad
narrow views,.our rash designs, whose accomplishment iseither impossible or mjunous
to ourselves. Seeing nofarther thanournoses andwith oureyes fixed onpurimmediate
nim^ we plunge ahead in our blind infatuation, like madmen. We would succeed, We
would triumph; that is to say, we would break ourheads against an invisible obstacle.

And when God, who seesall and who wishes to save us, upsets our designs, we stupidly

complain againstHim, we accuse His Providence.We donotcomprehend that inpupish^

ing us, in overturning ourplans andcausing ussuffering. Heisdoing all thisto ddiver

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us, to open the Infinite to us.Victor Hugo*

^CJ^sAJP JBOOJfC

mmBRSr HUBBARD^S
is
possible to have the
t|ue: j^ctores or statues of

tints are gone, as if the autumnal rains

had washed them out. Orange, yellow

^Sius* Alexander, Caesar,

and scarlet, all are changed to one melan

choly russet hue
The birds, too, have
taken wing, and have left their roofless
dwellings. Not the whistle of a robin,
not the twitter of an eavesdropping

no, nor of the kings or great

3i^us;ior^
iKe

pei^^
of much later
oi^ihals can not last, and

5an not but leese of the life

and 'trtitJuJBut the images of men's wits

swallow, not the carol of one sweet,

remain in books, exfamiliar voice. All gone. Only the dis
eoxpi^^ _lr^ ^e
mal cawing of a
crow, as he sits
w^^^ f^e; and Serene, I fold my hands and wait,

rapaMe of ip^p^- Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea:
l^p^jion ^

Neither ^e they

to ibe^ G^ed

I rave no more 'gainst time orfate.

For, lot my own shall come to me,

and curses that the

harvest is over; or
the chit-chat of an

man

HE tradition of the stage is

a tradition of villains and
heroes. Shakespeare was a
devout believer in the exis
tence of the true villainthe.
whose terrible secret is that his

fundamental moral impulses are by some

freak of nature inverted, so that not only
are love, pity, and honor loathsome to

tuppence worth of social position, piety,

comfort, and domestic affection, of which
he, too, is often ironically defrauded by
Fate.George Bernard Shaw.

I WAS passing along the street when

a beggar, a

War

which society im
poses on him a con

I do abhor;

stant source of dis

gust, but cruelty,

lips, bristling rags,

unclean sores

Oh, ho-^ horribly

had poverty

And yet how sweet

The sound along the marching street

Of drum or fife, and I forget

gnawed that un

Broken old mothers, and the whole

He stretched out
to me a red, bloat

imM^s!, Ibe^cause t stay my haste, / make delays:

thieyr gc^fate s^, For what avails this eager pace?

idle squirrel, the

noisy denizen of a
hollow tree, the

destruction, and
perfidy are his

and><^|| ^eir

mendicant friar of

passions. This is a

Without a soulsave this bright treat

phenomenon from

lazy, selfish; but he

And even my peace-abiding feet

Go marching with the marching street.
For yonder goes the fife.
And what care I for human Life!
The tears fill my astonished eyes.
And my full heart is like to break.
And yet it is embannered lies,

is not malevolent,

A dream those drummers make.

in' '^e minds, of

othere; ip^vo^g

I stand amid the eternal ways,

Arid what is mine shall know my face.

^4'cau^l^ci^te Asleep, awake, by night or day.

ai^g^ agi^i opmr The friends I seek are seeking me;

ions
fOGteec^g Nq t^m<f can drive my bark astray,
ag0:^y&t, M
Nor change the tide of destiny.
liif the

^p mm lipLoug^t

sonoble,wM(^ car-

What matter if I stand alone?

I waitwith joy the coming years:

My heart shall reap where it has sown.
romm^ines ^m Andgarner'up the fruit of tears.
place to place,, wd
consociateth the The waters knowtheif own, and draw

fieth riches and

m g 8 t r e m o t e

r^oi^ in iparti^r
p ation o 11h e if
how mtich
more are letters, to

be m^gnrfied,
w^i'chi ii;S! s hips,

pass ithrpu^i .^e

vast seai of tiine,
and' make
so

"^e brook thatsprings in yonder heights.

Soflows the good with equal law

Unto the soul ofpure delights.

TAe siflw come nightly to the sky.

The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time nor space, nor deep nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.
" Waiting," hy John Burroughs

^t^t itQ partiapate of the wisdom,

iUunuMtipi^^ todi myetitions the one of

the ofchCTP^Era^

f ' P is

^QdianisiuQ^OT. The mitig

through! the nusty idr

a^nfl^ationi Ayellowish, smoky

l8 t^ie ati^sphj^e, atid a filmy

51^
a sUiveip lining on ^e sky.
Tiiewnd' is- softiWdlow. It wafts to Us

t|^e odor of fofc^ Teav^, ^at h^^ng

^ted^ on i^e ^pping ibran^lM, or
drop into

streanii 'fihelx gorgeous

a large parish, the

absolute monarch
of a dozen acoms.

^Longfellow.

AT moods,
what passions,
what nights of des
pair and gathering
storms of anger,
what sudden cruel

ties and amazing

tendernesses are
buried and hidden

and implied in

totally different \ Of heady music, sweet as hell;

ape and tiger in the

normal man. The

average normal
man

is

covetous,

nor capable of saying to himself,

" Evil: be thou my

good." He only
does wrong as a
means to an end,

every love story I

which

What a

represents to him

waste

is

there of exquisite
things f So each
spring sees a mil
lion glorious be
ginnings, a simlit

heaven in every
opening leaf, warm perfection in every
stirrinjg egg, hope and fear and beauty be
yond computation in every forest tree;
and in the autunm before the snows come

tibey have all goneOf all that incal

culable abundance of life, ofall that hope
and adventure, excitement and delicious-

ness, there is scwcely more to be foimd

than a soiled twig, a dirty seed, a dead.
leaf, black mould, or a rotting feather.
H. G. Wells.
>

Speech is the index ofthe mind.Seneca.

Dark butchering without d soul.

most luxurious

the survivals of the

he

always

self as a right end.

The case is exactly
reversed with a
villain; and it is my

decrepit old man,

stopped me. C Swollen, tearful eyes, blue

him, and the affectation of them

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Oh, it is wickedness to clothe

Yon hideous, grinning thing that stalks

Hidden in music like a queen
That in a garden of glory walks.
Till good men love the thing they loathe;
Art, thou hast many infamies.
But not an infamy like this.
O, snap the fife and still the drum,
And show the monster as she is.

"The Illusions of War," by Richard Le Gtdlienne

melancholy duty to add that we some

happy being!

ed, dirty hand...

He moaned, he bel
lowed for help.
I began to rum
mage in all my
pockets . . Neither
piirse, nor watch,
nor even handker

chief d^ I find...
I had takennothing
with me.

And the beggar

still waited . . .and

extended his hand,

which swayed and
trembled feebly.
Bewildered,con
fused, I shook that

dirty, tremulous

hand heartily ....

" Blame me not,
brother;I have
nothing, brother."

C. The beggar man fixed his swollen eyes

times find it hard to avoid a cynical

upon me; his blue lips smiled^and in

suspicion that the balance of social

advantage is on the side of gifted vil
lainy, since we see the able villain,

his turn he pressed my cold fingers.

Mephistopheles-like,doingahugeamount

of good in order to win the^wer to do

a little daring evil, out of which he is as

likely as not to be cheated in the end;

whilst your normal respectable man will
countenance, connive at, and grovel his
way through all sorts of meanness, base
ness, servility, and cruel indifference to
suffering in order to enjoy a miserable

" Never mind, brother," he mumbled.

" Thanks for this also, brother.^This
also is an alms, brother."
I understood that I had received an alms

from my brother." The Beggar Man,"

by Turgenef.
Drudgery is as necessary to call out the
treasurers of the mind as harrowing and
planting those of the earth.
^Margaret Fuller.

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hubbard's
^ii^/jgyake my riders realize
wbat a pi^osopher is, I
(jnly

that I am a

pM^^her. If you ask in<i|r^Mjiusl3r,"iiow, then,are

that

fp^^phy^

TO, mtei^ing?" I reply

isi npfl^t^ so interesting as

its materials are

^^dlspuli^
^Fof inst^ce; tgke my own materials

i*bu|ini^|udii^
arts,^y studious,
ambitious bpol^orm can
awaj^ fipm the world wth a few

,of| l^piy, essays, descrip-

and' ^ticis)^, and, having pieced

in iU^iyhumaiu^ ^d art out of the

P^uo^' by his library upon

bis noagixiAtipn, bi^d wme ^y systematizatipn of his<

ideas over

'^e-abj^i of]^| 6^1

^ch g*
phyds(^h^ is as d^I and
as you
l^^tse; ^ ishe w^ brs^ liis p^
into disr^tite, esi^dally ^heh he taUte
mu^i about art. rad so persuadies
prapie to ^d 1^1, ^l^put having

4boke4' %%

than'

pictures in

his Ufe, or made up %i8 naind on the

'^int abp^f one of the fifty, he

W31i audadCn^y t^e it upon hin^lf to

and ApeUra to Rap^el and
Mi^elemg^ ^ ^

Astoi^e way he wiU'igOM^ about music,

of w^^' he ^ways
an> awe-^stiick^

^Geit, it ^Us my teinpa to. l^ink of

^P^y wbm one retne^ersthat

KmufflcldUcodippsition is tau^it (a mon;^

strous pfete^ii^i) in' ^is countiy by^

people who req^ ^re8> andi never by

any chance listen to .peifpimances.

^CIZsAl> -BOOJfC

have a wise ear, acquire the power of

hearing music. And so on with all the

HE summits of the Alps. ...

A whole chain of steep cliffs

arts

.. . The very heart of the

When we come to humanity it is still the

same: only by intercourse with men and
women can we leam anything about it.
This involves an active life, not a con

templative one; for, unless you do some-

mountains.

Overhead a bright, mute,

pale-green sky. A hard, cruel frost; firm,

sparkling snow; from beneath the snow

project grim blocks of ice-bound, wind-

t^g in the world, you can have no real

worn cliffs.

business to transact with men; and im-

Two huge masses, two giants rise aloft,

less you love and are loved, you can have

one on each side of the horizon: the

no intimate relations with them. And

Jimgfrau and the Finsteraarhom.

you must transact business, wirepuU

And the Jungfrau says to its neighbor:

politics, ^scuss religion, give and re

" What news hast thou to tell? Thou

canst see better.^What is going on

ceive hate, love, and friendship with all

sorts of people before you can acquire
the sense of humanity.

Several thousand years pass by like one

If you are to acquire the sense suffi

minute. And the Finsteraarhom rumbles

ciently to be a '{philosopher, you must do

edl these things unconditionally. You
must not say that you will be a gentieman and limit your intercourse to this
dass or that class; or that you will be a

virtuous person and generalize about the

affections from a sin^e instance^unless,

indeed, you have the rare happiness to

stumble at first upon an all-eiUightening

there below? "

in reply: " Dense clouds veil the earth

. . . Wait! "

More thousands of years elapse, as it

were one minute.

"Well, what now?"inquires the Jungfrau.

" Now I can see; down yonder, below,
everything is still the same: partycolored, tiny. The waters gleam blue;
the forests are black; heaps of stones

piled up shine gray. Around them small

instance. You must have no convictions,

beeties are still bustling,thou knowest,

bi^use as Nietzsche puts it,

con
victions are prisons." Thus, I blush to

those two-legged beetles who have as yet

been unable to defile either thou or me."

a4d> you can not be a philosopher ^d a

gciod inan, though you may be a philoso

" Yes, men."

pher and a great one.

Thousands of years pass, as it were one

You will say, perhaps, that if this be so,

minute

there shoiild be no philosophers; and

pCThaps you are right; but though I

in^e you this handsome concession, I

do tiot defer to you to the extent of

ce^ii^ to exist.
After all, if you insist on the hangman,
Whp^ pursuits are far from elevating,

" Men? "

" Well, and what now?" asks the Jxmgfrau

"I seem to see fewer of the little beetles,"

thimders the Finsteraarhom. " Things
have become clearer down below; the
waters have contracted; the forests
have grown thinner."

Now, ^e right way to .gpi to, wprk^

ftrai^e a& it nmy ap^^^is to,look at
pictures until' ypu< 'have acqiuiredi tl^e
ppww of seeing t^em If ypu' look at
several' 'QK>usand' igp^i pietwi^^ eveiy
year, and formi some soft of pra^^'
judginent about every one" of
jwwe it dply that it is
wp^ t|ubr

;t^ neici^ary to tolerate comparatively

or ^ yww^i if^u i^ve a wise eye;,ibe

pt^pspphy ^ ^

" Things seem to have grown clearer

round us, close at hand," replies the
Finsteraarhom; " well, and yonder, far
away, in the valleys there is still a spot,

It is the price of progress; and, after

and something is moving."

Uhg pver^-H^en at the'^d of five ye^'

able to see vi^t is actually in' a picti^et!

tod'notwhat ypu thi^ isin it. Sioc^li^ly,.
if youli^ra^^tic^ly itomi^c

for a nuoa^ pf ye^ you will, if youi

ypu in^y very well tolerate the philoso

pher, ev^ if philosophyinvolve philand^gf or, to put it another way, if, in
^ite of your hangman, you tolerate
^^der wthin the sphere of war, it may

i^egularities mthin the sphere of

it is itiie philosopher, and not you,

bum for it.

George Bernard Shaw.

More thousands of years pass, as it were

one minute.

** What dost thou see? " says the Jung

frau 9^

" And now?" inquires the Jungfrau,

after other thousands of years, which
are as one minute.

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" Now it is well," replies the Finsteraar

hom; " it is clean everywhere, quite
white, wherever one looks ...
" Everywhere is our snow, level snow and
ice. Everything is congealed. It is well
now, and calm."
" Good," said the Jungfrau."But thou
and I have chattered enough* old fellow.
It is time to sleep."
It is time! "

The huge mountains slumber; the green,

clear heaven slumbers over the earth

which has grown diunb forever."A

Conversation," based on the fact that
never yet has hiunan foot trod either the

Jimgrau or the Finsteraarhom, by Turgenef ^

|E said, "I see." And they said:

' He's crazy; crucify him." He still

said:" I see." And they said: " He's an

extremist." And they tolerated him.
And he continued to say: " I see." And

they said: " He's eccentric." And they

rather liked him, but smiled at him. And

he stubbomly said again: " I see." And

they said: " There's something in what

he says." And they gave him half an ear.
But he said as if he *dnever said it before:

I see." And at last they were awake;

and they gathered about him and built

a temple in his name. And yet he only

said: " I see." And they wanted to do
something for him. " What can we do to
express to you our regret?" He only
smiled. He touched them with the ends
of his fingers and kissed them. What

could they do for him? " Nothing more

than you have done," he answered. And
what was that? they wanted to know.
" You see," he said, " that's reward

enough; you see,you see.""The Proph

et," by Horace Traubel.

<|^EMBRANDT belongs totije breed

of artists whih"^fiHiave no^sterity. His place is with the Michelange-

los, the Shakespeares, the Beethovens.

An artistic Prometheus, he stole the
celestial fire, and with it put life into
what was inert, and expressed tiie im
material and evasive sides of nature in
his breathing forms.-Emile Michel.

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^mtMERSr HUBBAKD^S
TEP by step my investigatidn of blindness led me into
l&e ihdustri^ world. And

Ayt^t a world it isl I must

fa((^ unflinchingly a world of

world of misery and^ degrada-

1pi|^ of bliadnc^, crookedness, and sin,

^)_Wprld S^tfii^iiag against the elements,

unto

gainst itself. How

HERE has arisen in society a figure

which is certainly the most mourn
ful, and in some respects the most awful,
upon which the eye of the moralist can
dwell. That unhappy being whose very
name is a shame to speak; who coun
terfeits with a cold heart the transports
of afiTection, and submits herself as the
passive instrument oflust; who is scorned

l^lP^^eitlus'world
the

ferafe' world of my

had bc^

/^^'"^thi'the light

and insulted as the

Life! we've been long together

Through pleasant and through
cloudy weather;
*T is hard to part when friends

i^e out^

are dear

world was

Perhaps *t wUl cost a sigh, a

s^tuimbling aIl^d

tear;

igr^p^ in soici^
blin^i^; ^ [first

Then steal away, give little

warning.

i w a s mo s\t unibut d^per

Choose thine own time;

Itiidy tes^piFed My

' opnfidrace a:^: ^y

suffer

a4d: b^dens
of men; I became
aware $s: iiever be-

Say not Good-Nighthut in

some brighter clime
Bid me Good-Moming.

of

her

sex

and doomed, for

the most part, to

disease and abject

wretchedness and

an early death, ap
pears in every age
as the perpetual
symbol of the deg
radation and sinfulness of man ^

d Herself the su
preme t3T>e of vice,
she is ultimately
the most efficient

guardian of virtue.
C. But for her, the

unchallenged purity of countless

" Life," by Anna Letitia Barbaxdd

/ lore of the life-

! ^wcsr that has surt^e forcraipf darkness^the power

vilest

^Qu^ never completdy victor-

happyhomeswould
bepolluted,and not
a few who, in the pride of their un-

we are still here carrying

tempted chastity, think of her with

an indignant shudder, would have known
the agony of remorse and despair.

: an^il^tipn pfov^ that on the whole

fulness

The men who felled

the

forests, cultivated the earth, spanned

O^TORY offers the acme ofhuman

delict; it offers the nectar that
Jupiter sips; it offers the draft that intox
icates the gods, the divine fdidty of
lifting up and swaying mankind. There
is nothing greater on this earth. 'T is the

the rivers with bridges of steel, built the

railways and canals, the great ships,

breath of the Eternal^the kiss of the

invented the locomotives and engines,

supplying the

Oratory is far above houses and lands,

countless wants of

civilization; the
men who invented

the telegraphs and

cables, and freight
ed the electricspark
wil^ thought and
love; the men who
invented the looms

and spindles that

clothe the world,
the inventors of

printing and the

great presses that

fill the earth with

poetry, fiction and

Immortal

offices and emolu-

The golden poppy is God's gold.

The gold that lifts, nor weighs
us down,

The gold that knows no misefs

hold.

The gold that banks not in the

town.

But singing, laughing, freely

spills

Its hoard far up the happy hills;

Far up, far down, at every turn
What beggar has not gold to

ments, possessions
and power.

While it may secure

an of these it must
not for a moment
be classed with

them. These things

offer nothing that
is worthy of a hig^
ambition. Enjoyed
to their fullest,tib^
leave you hard,
wrinkl^andmiserable. Get all th^
can give and the

hand will beempty,

the .mind hungry,

fact, that save and
rad the soul shrivbum!
keep all knowledge
^ed 6^ 9^
for the children yet
" The California Poppy," by Joaquin Miller
Oratory is an indi
to be; the inventors
vidual accompli^of all the wonderfiil
ment, and no vicissitudes of fortune can
machines that deftly mold from wood
wrest it from the owner. It points the
and steel the things we use; the men who

explored the heavens and traced the

orbits of the starswho have read the

martyr's path to the future; it guides the

reaper's hand in the present, and it turns

On that one degraded and ignoble form

are concentrated the passions that might

story' of Ae world in mountain range

the face of ambition toward the delec

for humanity. The

have filled the world with shame. She

great philosophers and naturalists who

which God

io^, is cpn^uously conquering. The

INEW era is dawning on the

world. We are beginning to
:believe in the religion of use

ori , ithe contest against the hosts of

and billowed sea; the men who have

table hills of achievement. One great

lengthened life and conquered pain; the

speech made to w intelligent audience

have filled the world with light; the great

pensate for a life of labor, will crown a

;, iMt it. IRebi^ed', but #

perisevering;
^fcre^oa^^i, bu^^^ cvctregaining faith;

rise and fall, the eternal priestess of

humanity, blasted for the sins of the

people.^William E. H. Lecky.

poets whose thoughts have charmed the

career with glory, ^d give a joy that is

soul, the great painters and sculptors

tenatious, tiie heart of man

who have made the canvas speak, the

y| '%borSi tpw^dsi imoaeasurably dist^t

XNbethe
Twentieth Centu^ war will
dead, the scaffold will be dead,

bom of the divinities. There is no true

orator who is not also a hero.

marble live; the great orators who have

JohnP. Altgeld.

^I^O one has success until he has the

heart listens it0i a: secrtt voice that

hatred will be dead, frontier boundaries

will be dead, dogmas will be dead; man

swayed the world, the composers who

have given tiieir souls to sound, the

'^e batt^^ has^

;^rld*8 i^eat ih^|^ has proved equal to

i|he^

IIq^s;, IDi^^
,' ;;^ra0ut^^p

^
;;

^t by diffi^ties
of ages within,

dismayed; in the

1|ct the sE^pnused* iLand.**

V"

"" " ^Melen^ KcTIct.

1 , Mcm isjthe mei^fst sp^j^; pf l^e cr^ntioti;

.f';.i'-

above or i^loW
>;;

f''

' ''

aire 8erioujB>
rAddi^v

remains, while creeds and civilizations

will live. He will possess something

hi^er than all thesea great country,

the whole earth, and a great hope, the
whole heaven.^Victor Hugo.

If you have knowledge, let others light

their eimdles at it.^Margaret Fuller.

captains of industry, the producers, the

soldierswho have battled for the ri^t

these are oiir Christs, apostles and saints.

in favor of the rights of man will com

iMr abounding life. This is made up of

the many-fold activity of energy, enthus
iasm and gladness. It is to spring to meet

The books filled with the facts of Nature

the day with a thrill at beL^ alive. It is

are our sacred scriptures, and the force

that is in every atom and in every star
in everything that lives and growsis
the only possible god.R. Q. Ingersoll.

to go forth to meet' the morning in an

ecstasy of joy. It is to realise the one
ness of humanity in true spirituid

sympathy.^Lillian Whiting.

W&BEiW HUBBARD^S
^ter. One of them, Stephen by name,

H, God, here in my dressing

no one.

room, with the door shut, I

through the streets of the city and who

soever will may drink.

^itfa^/uz.'^How good you

liked to take the rifle and go into the

woods. And the other, JakofF, was con

am alone with Thee.

Make me to achieve a better success in

are, grandfather! How is it

stantly ill, always cou^ing. Thethreeof

I am glad I know the great

spirit that stands silently by,

my role before the ever present audience

of the angds than I hope to have when

is ^iue,

so good?

us watched the place, and when spring

you say. Nyah-^ it

came, they said, Farewell, grandfather,

and went away^to Russia.
Natasha:^Werethey convicts, escaping?
Luka:They were fugitives^they had
left their colony. A pair of splendid
fellows. If I had not had pity on them

But you see, my girl

^yilftlPust'blsp^

to be good. We

pify on mankind. Christ,

Jted'
for us all and so

,pi^* wh^ there is still

#a^i^^2iie,^ t^ isri^t, I was once

employ^
at
(gtece which belonged to an

^gn^, n^
^

of
nd it

from the cityofTomsk,

in the middle

^ out-of-the-way location;

n^ter and I was

alone in

_ heard them

^i^blmjg i^l: >

jyia^Aar^^ie^?
took my rifle and wrat outside. I looked

qpwning a win^w,, and so

busy ^at they <Kdi ngt ^ anything of
me at alli I criedi to them: H^, l^ere,
get o^t of tl^l
\rould you hiinlg it,
M

ax11 warned

Hdt, I

who knows what would have happened?

^ey might have killed me? Then they

would be taken to court again^put in

prison, sent back to Siberia^why all
that? You can learn nothing good in
prison, nor in Siberia. But a man, what
can he not leam!^Maadm Gorliy.

>=^3^0 contrary laws stand today opposed: one a lawof bloodand dealii,
which, inventing daily new means of

trept higher, and I

or dse I fire! Then I

fit (me iwd ^en at the other,

fdii <m &eif Ipera jM3Hng, Pardon

I

Page IS

TTreat eveiyone with

_ t^t you
floyst

-iSCJRAjP JBQOK,

combat, obliges the nations to be ever

prepared for battle; the other a law of
peace, of labor, of salvation, which

bt&er tiiradi h^; ^d m ithey whij^sed

Oth^ at my ^xmrad: And' when

th^ ha^
iwdi a wwd ^l^g, th^
j^d ^ me: Gi^dfa^ra, smd they, fbr
pe^i^ of
ij^ye
a piece of
b^d. We have n't aibite in ourbodies.
T^l
W^en upon me
were
thet&eSieves
who_had
^thi
hind
a pa& of ^Itodid
f ?IL*^ ^ ,th^ ans^^itd':
If 3^'itod
aakeil
^ ipfMdl
iVe
he^
gotten p^ th^. We iwdi s^ed' find
and TObody wp^i {^ve, usi top
nung. Endurwce w^>womi^ut. Nyah^
me^ w

or peril or solemn

sacrifice hundreds of thousands of lives

to the ambition of a single in^vidual;

the dtiier plac^ a single human life above

carnage to heal the woimds caused by the

law of war.Louis Pasteur, at the open

ing of Pastetu* Institute.

<|^0 not waste your time on Social

Actoi^s Prayerj'Tay
What is this mystery that men call

My friend before me lies; in all save

me and my fellows
among the loose
and thoughtless.
So Thou art my

He seems the same as yesterday. His

Of that great change which all of us so

tl^ t^ink of it, so much as very sennb^

diiliise.^''^Carlyie.

my amusements

and pleasures, are

I gaze on him and say: He is not dead.

But sleeps; and soon he will arise and

joy of Thy friend

Me by the hand. I know he wVl awake

suffering to. thou

ship, while the

And smile on me as he did yesterday;

And he will have some gentle word to say.

sands of human be

Some kindly deed to do; for loving

of the gallows; by

world suspects not.

^ Thou washest

givest me a holy
ambition to do my
work well, that I

also may be a de
vout craftsman
Thou teachest me

dread,

take

purchased at the
expense of misery,
deprivation, and

ings^by the terror

thought

tiie misfortune of

was wrought.

thousands stifling
within prisonwalls;

give.

by the fears in
spired by millions
of soldiers and

Was warp and woof of which his life

He is not dead. Such soulsforever live

in boundless measure of the love they
" Mystery," by Jerome B. Bett

subtle ways to resist despair, to master

my passions, to heal imworthy weak

guardians of civili
zation, torn from

their homes and besotted by discipline,

to protect our pleasures with loaded

revolvers against the possible interfer

ness; the rare medicine of Thy presence

is for me, too, as well as for the cloistered
monk or meditating scholar. C Teach me
to be great among the many who are con

ence of the famishmg! Is it to purchase

every fragment of bread that I put in
mymouth and the mouths of my children

satisfaction of virtue, the inner rewards

necessary to procure my abundance? Or

of loyalty, helpfulness, and self-control.

Age of Romance has not ceased;

it never ceases; it doM not, if we

of my family, all

secret. I triumph
inwardly to find
Thy presence and
taste the mystic

with the Rich is Uselessness.

us ais d fact; it is witiiin us as a great

y^anuiig.George Bliot.

it to know that my
security and that

face

So like to life, so calm, bears not a trace

tent to becalled ^eat. <[Reveal to methe

Who shall put his finger on the work of

juidce and say, " It is there"? Justice is
lll^el^e kingdom ofGod: it is not without

iHATisthelaw
of nature? Is

breath

Questions. What is the matter with

the poor is Poverty. What is the matter
George Bernard Shaw.

Dr. Frank Crane.

death?

fimction?
Convention classes

my- heart dean as

instruments essays even in the midst of

pd'n^tl ^d n^, I swdi one of you go

those in authority

the Priest's. Thou

ypu' remet^^ You devils, I

mto the bii^ ^d g^ Aswitch. It was

done,
now;, | conunanded, one of
sj^u sSljet^KiOu^ oUi ithe>ground^ and the

help me to play the man. Amen!" The

conscientious as

strives to deliver man from the scourges

all victories. The law ofwhich we ^e the

but and you

not I, whose business it is to play, be as

which assail him. One looks only for

violent conquest; the other for the relief
Of suffering humanity. The one would

Pfet^ hot^^n gccxnmt of tiie

I toldi you' to

Can not an actor be God's man? Can

I play my part upon ^e mimic stage.

Fver, in ^ junctures, in hours of light
nessas in stress or tri^, God of my soul,

here, as in every place where a himian

heart is beatingi

by the numberless privations that are

is it to be certain that my piece of bread

Let me be an imusual person because of

only belongs to me when I know that

ness of nature that I leam from Thee.

one starves while I eat?Leo Tolstoy.

share the divine current that thrills all

/^ONVICTION brings a silent, inde-

that simplicity ofheart and tha^lovableIt May I also touch the infinite and

high souls. Save me from the bogs of

pettiness, from egotism, self-pity, envy,
and ^ the corrosives that mar life.

I do not serve in the temple; mine is no

solemn ofiice nor critical station; but I
thank Thee that the river of God flows

every one else has a share, and that no

Va finable beauty into faces made of

the commonest hiunan day; the devout
worshiper at any shrine reflects some

thing of its golden glow, even as the

^ory of a noble love shines like a sort of
light from a woman's face.^Balzac.

Page 17

mirBBKT UBBARD*S
to take the trae
measure of a man is not in

king than fear to the face of a diild.

"A Man's Real Measure," by W. C.

the d^keat place or in the

Brann.

amra comer, nor the com-

'field, but by his own fireside.

Thwe he lays, laside his mask and you

liiiiy^ilain whether he is an imp or an

W

or Mng, hero or humbug. I

IHE present position which we, the

educated and well-to-do classes,
occupy, is that of the Old Man of the

Sea, riding on the poor man's back; only,

cafe not what the world says of 1^:

it crowns

Mil b^ or pdts

ipm wi^ bad eggs.

| :guFe irot a copper
wliSt # repiita-

ttaoindrf^gipn may
%e: S his babi^
dread' his home^ominig and his
belief half swaiIgiw S; h e r heart
time site has
to jask- hvoAi for a

fi^:^Oll^v bffl, he
3 a #Bud of the

unlike the Old Man of the Sea, we are

very sorry for the
poor man, very
List to that bird! His song -what
sorry; and we will
poet pens it?
do almost anything
for the poor man's
Brigand Of birds, he's stolen
relief. We will not

every note!
Prince though of thieveshark!
how the rascal spends it!
Pours the whole forest from
one tiny throat!
" The Mockingbird,"

by Ednah Proctor (Clarke} Hayes

lifst water, even

it^OUghi he prays

m^it and morning until he is black m

th^ fa^ and howls halldujah until he

Bete the eternal hills. But if his chil-

dr^i ru^ to the front door to meet him

and love's sunshine illuininates the fiace
of hiii wife evety time she hears his foot-

you c^ take it for grated that he

Is^pure,, fot his home is a heaven^and
ihe h^bug never gets that near the
if^t White throne of God. He may be a
at^st md red-flag raarchist, a

atonm>n and a mugwum he may buy

Ml bl^^ of five, and bet on the
dections;, he iay d^ *em from the
bottom of iie deck and drink beer untU

he c^'t

dollarirom a circular

saw andiMi be an infinitdy better man

tie"^w^^y little humbug who is

^1 suasHt^ ii s^ie^ but who makes
a helii,, who vents upon the helpless
hra^ Wf his Swfe and children an ill

hatii^ "he would inflict on his fellow

m^ but ^e flpt. I ^

forgive much

ini that i^OW moiJtal who wOuld rather

make'mM swear mm wom^ wwp; who
Would ra^ have the hate of the whole
world
of his wife; who
wbidd
to the eyes of a

only

supply

him

with food sufficient

to k^p him on his

legs, but we will

tea<^ and instruct

him and point out
to him the beauties

of the landscape;
we will discourse
sweet music to him

and give him abimdance of good advice.

Yes, we will do

almost anything for the poor man, any

thing but get off his back.^Leo Tolstoy.
F you succeed in life, you must do
it in spite of the efforts of others to
pull you down. There is nothing in the
idea that people are willing to help those
who help themselves. People are willing

HE millionaire is a new-kind

eDUCATION does not mean teach

of manmany of them. It is

ing people what thqr do not know.

almost as if a new sort of

human nature had been pro

It means teaching them to bdiave as

they do not behave. It is not teaching
the youth the shapes of letters and the

ducedrolled up on us by

evelopment and fruitfulness,

and heating up, and pouring over, and

expansion of the earth. Great elemental

ailentlv Working
forces silently
working out the destmjr'
of rrflT> have seized

tricks of numbers, and then leaving them

to turn their aritlmietic to roguery, and
their literature to lust. It means, on the
contrary, training them into the pofect
exercise and kin^y

i-hiMw jnen, touch^

When a bit of sunshine hits ye.

their eyes with vis

ion. They are rich

After passing of a cloud.

When a Jit of laughter gits ye
And y^r spine is feelin* proud.
Don't forget to up and fling it

by revelations, by
habits of great see

ing and great dar

ing. They are ideal
ists. They have

really used their

souls in getting
their success, their

At a soul thafs feelin* blue.

For the minit that ye sling it

mastery over inatter, and it is by

discovering other

men's souls,

and

It's a boomerang to you,

"The Boomerang," by Cc^L Jack Crauford

picking out the men who had them, ^d

gathering them around them, that the

success has been k^t. Many ofthem^

rich by some mighty, silent, sudden

service they have done to a whole plMet
at once. They havenot had time to lose

their souls. There is a sense m which

they might be called The Innocents of

Richessome of them.

Gerald Stanley Lee.

E. W. Howe.

HAVE told you of the man who

always put on his spectacles when
about to eat cherries, in order that the
fruit might look larger and more tempt
ing. In like manner I always make the
most of my enjoyments, and, though I
do not cast my eyes away from troubles,
I pack them into as small a compass as
I can for myself, and never let them
annoy others.^Robert Southey.

Come, follow me,' and leave the world to

its babblings.Dante.

It is a painful, con
tinual and difficult

work to be done by
kindness, by
watching, by waming, by precept,
and by praise, but
above all^by ex
ample
^John Ruskin
AD will be t^e

day for every

man .when he becomes absolutely con
tented with the life that he is living,
with the thoughts that he is thinking,
with the deeds that he is doing, when
there is not forever beating at the doors
of his soul some great desire to do some
thing larger, which he knows that he
was meant and made to do because he

is still, in spite of all, the child of God.

Phillips Brooks.

to help a man who can't help himself,

but as soon as a man is able to help him

self, wd does it, they join in making his

life as uncomfortable as possible.

continence of their
bodies and souls.

<EN are tattooed with their special

^lE when I may, I want it said of me

iSanders; but a real human he^ with

Iways plucked a thistle and planted a

^beliefs like so many South ^

divine love in it beats with

s^e
glow under all thepattern ofall earth s

by those who knew me best, that I

flower where I thought a flower would
grow.^Abraham Lincoln.

thousand tribes.O. W. Holmes.

^HAT we should do imto others as we

/OfXCEPT a living man there is

nothing more wonderful than a

TOokl a message to us firom the dead

from human souls we never saw, who
lived, perhaps thousands of miles away.

And yet these, in those little sheets of

paper, speak to us, arouse us, temiy us,

teach us, comfort us, open their he^s

to U3 as brothers.Charles Kingsley.

would have them do unto us^that

we should respect the rights of othei^ as

scrupulously as we would have our rights

respk^edis not a mere coimsel of per

fection to individuals^but it is the law

to which we must conform social institu

tions and national policy, if we would

secure the blessings and abundance of
peace.^Henry George.

mBBBRSr~fnfBBARD*S
^KING more and more your Bibleabout Moses and his people
fui- orchid, Yetta stood

in Egypt. He *d been brought up by a

rich Egyptian ladya princessjust
like he was her son. But as long as he
tried to be an Egjrptian he was n't no
good. And God spoke to him one day out

t^ere^one,thebloodmountingto her (^edcs,andwaited

ipr the storm to pass.

I'm

to' talk about tl^ strike,"

s^ j^d whf^
could make hers^

of a bush on fire. I don't remember just

" It *s over. I want to tdl you

^F^HEREaretwo wajra ofbeing happy:

^9^ We may either diminish our wants

or augment our meanseither will do

a little girl. It's about the Promised

"

" Unless I've forgotten my Hebrew,"

the Reverend Chairman said, stepping

forward,

" Miss Rayefsky has been

repeating God's words to Moses, the

hard it may be to diminish your wants,

it will be harder to augment your means.

those fine dothes and go back to jrour

said, I have surely

own people and help them escape from

bondage.' Well. Of course, I ain't like

seen the affliction

of my people whidi

Moses, and God has never talked to me.

But it seems to me sort of as ifduring

have heard their

" Per^ps th^'s some of 3rou never

madtk about strikes till now.

There 's been strikes all the time. I

l^eve
^Bhen

ever been a year

this strike^I'd seen a Blazing Bttsh.

Anyhow I've seen my people in l^ndage.

was n't dozeira here in New

'j

t&e skirt-fini^ers

i^ey lo^ their strike. They

And I don't want to go to college and be

alady. I guess the land princess could n't

ju^ the ^y we did, but

understand why Moses wanted to be

: [Went h^

Iifiobb^ h^j^'!&em. Andth^'re worse

:; TO

a xxx)r Jew instead of a ridi JEgyptian.

>Mw^ one $l^e and another. Perhaps

striki^ foiF iitore pay or recog-

/^

do^ shops. But the n ^

st^ke #be justl&eoura. It 'ttbepeople

( fighting w they w6rit*t be so much ^ves
;

/ i f Tli^ C^irmm said p&haps I'd t^

, , you ibM *hy experirace. There aiii't
, ib^ awlWi^d to*^e._Xt*s fine to have
to me. But I'd rather if
!f peqp^ ^
)y
to imdieiiatand what this
mea^

ii:

;r

" 'I :

^^

if-p

out erf

(iifaf# teU' me a ladywants to give me81^

i w^ a rich ^i. It's vezy

'

She stopped a moment, and a strange

E^tUsh ve]ty gp^^ I *d

pict^ra^in^^^

oi beini^dM ridi

it wwM'toe tp

mimicatibn with some distant spirit.

When 4xe spoke again, her words were
unintdligible to most of the audience,

^me of the Jewish vest-makers under

that. i|te bei^ in a

stood. And ^e Rev. Dunham Denning,

mak() tMp look

But even tho^ who did not were hdd

^ pw

su^j^,,seeiot^

i|'^iV.,.,|V..

Ivii^^;;"/.i^e ,Ghaura^itold yousomething out

B^e.-:Wdl;. we "Jews'
ii sto^ toa^^-ipwhaps it ^s in

."."'jv!'' '

out for the Promised Land."

look came over her facea look of com-

i-j; ^mii^viand

or lace-makers, whether it's Eyetalians

or Bolacks or Jews orAmericans, whether
it's here or in Chicagoit's my People
the People m Bondage who are starting

fi^ieen. I guess I

jey^

" *And I am come

down to deliver

Saw me in the depths of hell,

I was hanged at dawn for a crime

diminish your
wants

But if you are

wise, you will do
both at the same

a way as to aug

j| Wirat tO) ^dy. I ain't been to

:;; :{ i b i d 1 ui^ to see

sorrows;

Sang the songs I sang ere he fell;

She whom men called Beatrice,

augment your
means than to

All, all who have suffered and won.

matter whether it's street-car conductors

wori^ou^ today,

know their

Blind Homer, the splendor of Greece,

land unto a good

land and a large,
unto a land flowing

all by oursdves. And when you read in

the papers that there's a strikeit don't

....

their taskmasters;

And the mnds of the South and North,

Of mountain and moon and Mars,
And the ages sent me fortht

" We 're a people in bondage. There *s

prophets nowadays. We've got to escape

stri|% we've won rad the ones

)

cry by reason of

I am part of the sea and stars

and prosperous or
young or in good
health, it may be
easier for you to

The witches* song in Macbeth,

us free. And God don't send any more

edl of us workers

are in E^rpt, and

for I

C If you are active

Lord

thgm up out ofthat

lady that was kind to the Jews. But

kindness ain't what people want who are
in bondage. Kindness won't never make

ni^in| to t^' esc^t everybody has

the

I've been trying to say

lots of people who's kind to us. I guess

the princess was n't the only Egyptian

waa beo^.

*And

time, yoimg or old,

rich or poor, sick
or weU; and if jrou
are very wise you

But if you can understand, if you can

understand why I'm going to stay with
my own people, you '11 understand all

iain*t no difference

which happens to be the easiest.

If you are idle or sick or poor, however

Lawgiver, as recorded in the third diapter

ibout the strikes that are

,

the result is the same; and it is for each

man to dedde for himsdf, and do that

of Exodus. I think it's the seventh verse:

the words of the story, but God said:

^Moses, you 're a Jew. You ain't got no
business with the Egyptians. Take off

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jbogjc

LandI can't say it in good English

abc^ the iiert otieand the next. I

,

^CJR3AJR

who was a famous s^olar,. understood.

^^p^tiouiid by the swinging sonorous
^deiice. i^e stopped abruptly.
" ft ^Si liebrew/' ^e explained. " It's
what my father tau^t me when I was

them out of the.

hand of the Egyp
tians and to bring

with milk and

honey.'"
" Yes. That's it,"
Yetta said. " WeU

that's what strikes

mean. We 'refight-

iiTg, fitting, for

Flesh dies, hut the soul knows no

death;

I piped to great Shakespeare^s chime

will do both in such

Who have struggled andfailed and died.

Am I, with work still undone.

And a spear-mark in my side,

ment the general

happiness of
sodety.Franklin.
<

I am part of the sea and stars

And the winds of the South and North,

Of mountains and moon and Mars,

And the ages sent me forth!
" Kinship," by Edward H. S. Terry

. the old promises."

"Comrade Yetta," by Albert Edwards.

!0 judge human

nature right)^,

man may some

times have a very

small experience,
provided he has a
very large heart.^^Bulwer-Lytton.

deal of the joy of life con

QLL
higher motives, ideals, concep HGREAT
sists in doing perfectly, or at least
tions, sentiments in a man are of
no account if they do not come forward

to strengthen him for the better disdiarge of the duties which devolve upon
Mm in the ordinary affairs of life.
Henry Ward Beecher.

, soul is a fire that darts its ra^

throutfii all the senses; it is in this
fire that existence consists; all the obser
vations and all the efforts of philosophers
ous^t to turn towardsthis me,the centw
moving power of our s^timents and
oar ideas.Madame De Stad.

to the best of one's ability, everything

which he attempts to do. There is a

sense of satisfaction, a pride in survey

ing such a worka work which is
rounded, full, exact, complete in all

parts^which the superfidal man, who

leaves his work in a slovenly, dii>du>d,
half-finished condition, can never know.
It is this consdentious completeness
which turns work into art. The smallest

thing, well done, becomes artistic.

William Mathews.

'ALBERT fIUBBARD*S
are taught, many of us,

Ifrom our youth onwards,

Itibat competition is essential

to the health and progress

lof the race. Or, as Herbert

puts it, " Society flourishes by
atoms."

#e obvious golden truth is that

op^f^mtion is good and competition

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[, if they would only let you work.

Would n't it be fine just to be able
to work? Do you know the real thing
that puts people in their little hospital
cots with nervous prostration is not
working, but trying to work and not
being allowed to. Work never hurt any
body. But this thing of being in the
middle of a letter and then rising to

and that so-

ci^ iouii^es by
iiie Mtu^ ^

of

hun^ beings. I

s^/ t^t isobvious,

w

it is. And

it il! so wdl kno^

shake hands with

a man who knew

There is something in the Autumn that

is native to my blood.
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme.

you when you were

a boy, and then

sitting down and
trying to catch the

With the yellow and the purple and the

crimson keeping time.

Mt in all great

^iliteu^ or com- The scarlet of the maples can shake me

^terimses

l^^iiaiism has

^^^sobord^

coUe^^e action.
We
not b<^ve
t a hpiDsedlivided against itself
Btazid; we bettot it shall
We know that a

^CAN no more
inderstand

that any serious

injury can come to
my moral nature

SMte divided by

name.

Mtenpal feuds and

'* An Autumn Song,'* by Bliss Cannon

from disbelief in
Samson than from

disbelief in Jack
the Giant-Killer
I care as little for
Gtoliath as for the

torn by faction

fi^t^ can not hold its own against a

giant Blunderbore. I am ^ad that chil

i^ted jpeople. We kiu>wthat in a cridket

dren should amuse themselves with

a sdl^l. the " antagonism of the

nursery stories, but it is shocking that

they ^ould be ordered to bdieve in

*' wp^d lE^an defeat and failure.

them as solid facts, and then be told that

or f^baU team, a regiment, a ship's

We know itihat a sodety Gomix>sed of
antggpoistic atcwwould not be a society

at aU; and ipi^d not exist as a society.

We &ipiw I^Bit if men me to found and
to

and make

to t^bUsh universities, to sail

8||i^ and' c&l^

and create educa
tional systeios,and policiesand rdligions,
xj^t
tdg^er and not against
Surd|f these things are as
ob^ouB as ^he feet that there could be

hive lii^ess ^e bc^ worked as a

andi m the lin^' of mutual aid.

such superstition is essential to morality.

Sir Lieslie Stephen.

Icivilization is complete which does

not include the dumb and defense

less of God's^creatures within the sphere

of charity and merqy^.Queen Victoria.

[S good almost kin a man as kill a

good book; who kills a man kills a
reasonable creature, God's image, but
he who destroys a good book kills reason

itsdf.^John Milton.

Blatchford.

sote d^ilM
Iis

to the sum of
Greme.

Success or failure in business is caused

more by mental attitude even than by

mental capacities.Walter Dill Scott.

comes in a murmur finom the hills and

woods and farms and factories and the

mills, rolling and gaining volume until
studied people in all classes and condi-^ it comes to us from the homes of common
men. Do these murmurs echo in the cor
tions, and everywhere I have found,
ridors of the universities? I have not
when you get below the surface, that it
heard them. The imiversities would maVe
is mostly the insincere individual who
men forget their
say s , * * I a m
common origins,
happy." Nearly For each and every Joyful ihiim.
forget their univereverybody jvants
For twilight swallows on the vnng.
^ sympathies, and
something he
For all that nest and ail that sing,

join a classand

has n't got, and as

things are con
wants is money

SaundersNorvell.

We mustfollow her.
When from every hiU aflame,
She calls and catts each vagabond by

But was the world

thread of that let

And my lonely spirit thrills

To see the frosty asters like smoke
There is something in October sets the
gipsy blood astir;

ness.

HE great voice of America does not

come from the ^ts of learning. It

created to be happy? How

many are truly happy? I've

ter again^that's
what gives one

upon the hSls.

quest of humanity is happi

structed, what he

general debility.

like a cry
Of bugles going by.

T is undeniable that the great

more money th^

he has in his
pocket ^ ^
But after all,

money can buy

only a few things
Why should any
one envy the cap
tains of industry?
Their lives are

made up of those
vast, incessant
worries from which
the average indi
vidual is happily

Forfountains cool that laugh and leap,

For rivers running to the deep.
For happy, care-forgetting sleep,

have dedicated
every power there

For stars that pierce the sombre dark.

For morn, awaking with the lark.
For life new-stirring *neath the bark,
For sunshine and the blessed rain.

For budding grove and blossomy lane.

For the sweet silence of the plain,

is in me to bring the
colleges that I have
anjrthing to dowith

to an absolutely
democratic regen
eration in spirit,
and I shall not be
satisfied until

For bounty springing from the sod.

For every step by beauty trod,

For each dear gift of joy, thank Godf

" For Joy," by Florence Earle Coates

no class can ever

serve America. I

America shall know

that the men in the
colleges are satu
ratedwith the same

thought, the same

spared. Wo^, worry, that is the evil of

1 ' through
u
t. the sympathy,
pulses
whole fpreat that
body

life

politic.^Woodrow Wilson.

What do I consider the nearest approxi

mation to happiness of which the present
human nature is capable? Why, living
on a farm which is one's own, far from
the'hectic, artificial conditions of the

citya farm where one gets directly

from one's own soil what one needs to

sustain life, with a garden in front and

a healthy, normal family to contribute

those small domestic joys which relieve
a
from business strain.^Edison.
AM not so lost in lexicography as to

forget tihat words are the daughters

Dearth, and that things are the sons of
heaven.Samuel Johnson.

There exists no ciire for a heart woimded

with the sword of separation.
Hitopadesa.

man who has not anything to

boast of but his illustrious ancestors

is like a potato^the only good belong

ing to him is underground.

^ir Thomas Overbury.

a
man without mirthis likea wagon
Q without springs, in which one is
caused disagreeably to jolt by every
pebble over which it runs.

Henry Ward Beecher.

QT MERICA has furnished to the

world the characterof Washington,

Mid if our American institutions had

done nothing else, that alone would have
entitled them to the respect of mankind.
Daniel Webster.

J300K,

*3SLBBKr HUBBARD^S
PR nvorld is pervaded and
<ieeply moved by the power
of ideals. There is no i)er-

fect statesman, or poet, or

ard^, but the virtues of

mray pawns in eaich one of these great
and like star-

fbi'm a new and perfect star

M ^

i^panse of thou^t. The orator

that is^andi before us in our moments of

!3^iCtipn ^d

is not Cicero, or

of WebistiBr, but alwajrs some

Ofne with a wisdom, a language
a jtfesence bretter
were found in
actu^ incarnations.

is not Alfred, nor Nap<>

nm

the greatest minds living in an age of

tyranny could see in prophecy the por
trait of a free people. Instead of being a

romantic dream an ideal is often a loiig

mathematical calculation by an intdlect as logical as that of Euclid. Idealism

is not the ravings ofa maniac, but it is the

cahn geometry of life. Ideals try our

apathy, indolence and dust. There is

nothing in history, dark as much of it is,

to che^ the belief that man will at last
be overcome by his highest ideals

around' our hearts stand these

of the powerful, the perfect

'wd' (&e sublimfe^

aggregations of
^ ^ou^t and admiration.

earth isii^i^t not only becauseof

mony with the laws of my being; for

stinging whips of himger and cold that
urge to bitter striving and glorious
staunch virtues

;^w# and unlmo^ name, his fixtures

n^ yet f^y visible, ^ thou^ he had
stat^

great instruments used by Provi

dence in bringing our nature toward its

is too good to be true. In noble ideals

realized. This one jperceives who takes a

long view^the triumph of ideality over

fo^^lS icmd^&e l^dy columns ofruined

fLTHOUGH imitation is one of the

ofcommonsense, I giveThee
thanks for the heavy blows
of pain that drive me back
fi:x>m perilous wajrs into har

faith, as thou^ to show us that nothing

Washington, but he is

yrt xfd^tier bdng with an ihjfinite

^ MAN'S Thanksgiving: God

achievement; for steepness and rough

ness of the way and

there is something aggressive. They are

not aggressive like an armj^with gun and
spear, but aggressive like the sun which
coaxes a Jime out of a winter. All great
truths are persistent. Each form of right
is a growing form. All high ideals will be

^David Swing.

gained by climbing
over jagged rocks
of hardship and
stumbling through
dark and pathless

sloughs of discour

agement; for the

acid bli^t of fail

ure that has burned
out of me all
thought of easy
victory and tough
ened my sinews for
fiercer battles and

greater triumphs;

8oni of liffc TWs piirsuit abandoned, life

AM aware that many object to the

.severity of my language; but is
there not cause for severity? I will be as
harsh as Truth, and as uncompromising
as Justice. On tiiis subject I do not wish
to think, or speak, or write, with moder
ation. Nol Nol Tell a man whose house

pointment that

pltditt is broken at the fountain. The

is on fire to give a moderate alarm; tell

have cleared my

oniofr

12..^

it^ feai^.
fluwt after ideals is the central rea-

nee4

^ong ^y longe^. The

idealists are creat^g a ^"Tinftn world

him to moderately rescue his ^fe from

Mount. Eac^ aft stands ^ a mpniunent

to gradually extricate her babe rom the

fire into which it has fallen^but urge

after the pattern ^own

in the

^ S host of idealists who in thdr own

uAy; l^ha|K
%)pe|lessly and amid
^e sneersj of Ihp^ who were only the

ofdust,i^usif, now w infinite in

^eiit ^d weeta^, is rach a monu??ent. The first rude h^ps are broken
and lost; deadl ^e hands that smote

^em; :^t

art is here wth no en-

ch^^ent lost. We db not know Ae

names of .^ose suiKers. ILike us they

the hands of the ravisher; tell the mother

me not to use moderation in a cause like

the present. I am in earnest^I will not

equivocate^I will not excuse^I will

not retreat a sin^e inchand I will be

heard. The apathy of the people is

enough to make every statue leap from
its pedestal and hasten the resurrection
of the dead.

William Lloyd Garrison.

were pilgdms;

fo pass into the heymd, but

theylat.an aft wW^-^e w^fld teves. It

the hig^w

tempwan, jU^ce and

ofhuo^ fiite. ....

ofidi^^ asibt^g only ^1^*'

:0n t&e opposite, hi|^ id^iB are

hftliM porbaits seen' advanl^^ Only

E live in deeds,not years; in thoughts,

not breaths;

In fedings, not in figures on a dial.

We should count time by heart-throbs.
He most lives

Who thinks most, leels the noblest, acts

the best.^P^ip James Bailey.

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for mistakes I have

made, and the

priceless lessons I
have learned from

perfection, yet if men gave themselves

up to imitation entirely, and each fol
lowed the other, and so on in an eternal
circle, it is easy to see that there could

never be any improvement among them.

Men must remain as brutes do, tire gnm**

Ye stars! which are the poetry of

heaven.

If in your bright leaves we

would read the fate
Of men and empires*t is to he
forgiven
That in our aspirations to he
great

Our destinies o'erleap their

mortal state.

And claim a kindred with you;

for ye are

A beauty and a mystery, and

create

In us such love and reverence

them; for disillu

sion and disap

Thatfortune, fame, power, life,

" Stars," by Lord Byron

have named themselves a star,

my desire; for strong appetites and pas

sions and the power they give when

under pressure and control; for my im

perfections that give me the keen delight

of striving toward perfection.

God of conunon good and human broth
erhood, I give Thee thanks for siren
songs of temptation that lure and
entangle and the understanding of other
men they reveal; for the weaknesses and
failings of my neighbors and the joy of
lending a helping hand; for my own
shortcomings, sorrows and loneliness,
that give me a deeper sympathy for
others: for ingratitude and misunder
standing and the gladness of service
without other reward than self-expres
sion.Arthur W. Newcomb.

day, and that they,

were at the begin
ning of the world.

To prevent this,
God has implanted
in man, a sense of

ambition, and a

satisfaction arising
frx>m the contem
plation of his excel
ling his fellows in
something deemed

valuable among
them. It is f-his
passion that drives
men to all the ways
we see in use of

signalizing them

from afar.

vision and spiured

at the end that

they are at this

selves, and that

tends to make
whatever excites in
a noan the idea of

this distinction so

,
.
pleasant. It
has
been sostrong asvefy
to make
verymis

erable men take comfort that they were

supreme in misery; where we can not

distinguish ourselves bysomething excels

lent, we take complacency in some

smgular mfirmity, folly or defect.
Edmund Burke.

(HE first and best victory'is to con5^^thmgs,

5?^^' the most
conquered
by and
sdf
IS, of^
shameful
vile.Plato.

.ip; only way in which one human

bemg can properly attempt to

influence another is the encouraging him
to think for himself, instead of endeavor-

ii^ to instil ready-made opinions into

his head.Sir LeslieStephen.

'^LBBPSr frUBBjiRD*S
HAT wis have a ri^t to ex
pect of the American boy is
that he shall turn out to be a

good American man. The

mm

boy can best become a good

being a good- boynot a goody-

^^y bby, but just a plain good boy. I

do M me^ that he must love only the

s^tive virtues; I mean that he must

the principle to follow is: Hit the line

hard; don't foul and don't shirk, but hit
the line hard.** The American Boy,"
by Theodore Roosevelt.

XN the beginning, men went forth

each daysome to do battle, some

to the chase; others, again, to dig and to
delve in the fieldall that they might

love the positive

virtues also.
in the

largest sense,
s'h^ld' include

gain and live, or

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pitfrom pole to pole,
/ thank whatever gods may he
For my unconquerable soul.

lose and die. Until

there was found

among them one,

difiTering from the

rest,whose pursuits

is fine,

stfaight forward,

4lag brave, and

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attracted him not,

In thefeU clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

and so he staid by

Under the bludgeonings of chance

I feibw-^the My head is bloody, but unbowed.

the tents with the

l^e best

women, and traced

strange devices

ib^ rnra I knbw-

are j^pd at their
studies ior their Beyond this place of wrath and tears
busine^, if^^less
ai^d fear^ by all
^lat is imcked and
depraved, incap-

with a burnt stick

upon a gourd.
This man, who took
no joy in the ways

Looms but the Horror of the Shade,

And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shaUfind, me unafraid.

of his brethren
who cared not for

It matters not how strait the gate.

Howcharged withpunishments the scroll,

to ^^ngdioing, and lam the master of myfate:
egu^ly inci^pable I am the captain of my soul.
of bei^ aught but
" Invictus," by W, E. Henley
t^^ to the weak
ablie of subimttmg

#i4 'helpl^. Of course the effect that a

^ofouj^y manly, thoroughly straight

conquest, and fret

ted in the field

O man has earned the right to

&? ;

^ intellectual ambition until

he has learned to lay

course by a star which
has never seen^to dig
the divining-rod for springs whidi

his
he
by
he

may never reach. In saying this, I point

to that which will make your study
heroic. For I say to you in all sadness of
conviction, that to
t h i n k great
thoughts you must
be heroes as well as

idealists. Only
when you have
worked alone

when you have felt

around you a black

gulf of solitude
more isolating than
that which sur
rounds the dying
xnan, and in hope
and in despair have
trusted to your own
unshaken will

then only will you

have achieved.
Thus only can you

l^iphs of Ms own age, and upon those

Who are yot^er, is incalculable. If he is

C We have then but to waituntil, with

the mark of the gods upon himthere

God, You don*t know what it is

You, in Your well-lighted sky.

Watch the meteors whizz;

Warm, with the sun always by.

Down in the dark and the damp, '

Nothing but blackness above.

And nothing that moves but the cars
God, if You unshfor our love.
Fling us a handful of stars!
"Caliban intheCoal Mines," byLouis Untermeyer

of the Parthenonand broidered, with

done what it lay in you to do,can say

^je^io^bife a member of society. He

c^i not do gpckl work if he is not stnmg

the birds, upon tiie fan of Hokusai^at

the foot of Fuji-Yama.
J. McNeUl Whistler.

end.-^liver Wendell Holmes.

Ipd' ^uii to cptmt in any contest; and

^ i80^g1^ will be a curseto himselfand

to ev^ one elte if he does not ^ve a

^orp^ command over himself aiid

py# his onmievil pMons, and if he does
not use Ms

(m the side of

dfecen^^ jii^ce #id' fair d^ing.

In shi^, in Ufe, as in a football-game,

6^

[HERE is but one virtue: to help

human beings to free and beautift^

life; but one sin: to do them indifferent
or crud hurt; the love of humanity is the
. whole of morality. This is Goodness, this
is Humanism, this is the Social Con

science.^J. William Lloyd.

which stands in the

by these I

io^ly Bu^e him so much the more

not try with his whole heart

only a green thing

Stuck in Your cap for a lamp.

Even You *d tire of it soon,

Satisfied that, even were he never to

^d

moves some to

tears of joy is in
the eyes of others

way. Some sjee

Nature all ridicule

raunt foir but littte; while, of course, if he

is
cruel or Wicked, then his

appear, the story of the beautiful is

already completehewn in the marbles

HE tree which

God, if You had but the moon

come among us again the chosen^who

shall continue what has gone before.

physical length and force of mind

it.Oscar Wilde.

Butthere *s the cold and the dark.

thoroi^i^y inanly, then th^ will not

f^pect him, and his good qualities will

as a deli^tful thii%, accepts it, acqui

Butthere *s the pools from the rain:

gain the secret iso

this dreamer apart, was the first artist.

absolute uniformity of type. Unselfi^ness recognizes infinite variety of type

We know that the mine is no lark

lated joy of the

thinker,who knows
that, long after he is dead and forgotten,
men who never heard of him will be
moving to the measure of his thou^t
the subtile rapture of a postponed power,
which the world knows not because it has
no external trappings, but which to his

upri^t boy can have upon the com-

ness is letting other people's lives alone,

not interfering with them. Selfishness
always aims at creating around it an

esces in it, enjoys

this designer of

beautiful who
perceived in Nature about him curious
curvings, as faces are seen in the fire

wishes to live; it is asking others to

live as one wishes to live. And unsdfish-

God, we don*t like to complain

quaint pattems-

liiis deviser of the

^^ELFISHNESS is not living as one

prophetic vision is more real than that

which commands an army. And if this

joy should not be yours,still it is only

thus that you can know that you have

that you have lived,and be ready for the

and deformity, and

shall

not regulate my
proportions; and
some scarce see

Nature at all. But

to the eyes of the

man of imagination Nature is

Imagination itself.

As a man is, so he sees.William Blake.

|HE plant is an animal confined in a

wooden case; and Nature, like

Sycorax, holds thousands of " delicate

Ariels " imprisoned in everyoak. She is

jealous of letting us know this; and
among the higher and more conspicuous
forms of plants reveals it only by such
obscure manifestations as the shrinking
of the Sensitive Plant, the sudden dasp
of the Dionea, or still more slightly, by
the phenomena ofthe cyclosis.Huxley.

^ ILL truth is safe and nothing else is

/Cf N enlightened mind is not hood-

safe; and he who keeps back the

truth, or withholds it from men, from

its own dungeon the limits of the uni

verse, and the reach of its own chain the

or a criminal, or both.^Max Muller.

iiJl winked; it is not shut up in a

^oomy prison till it thinks the walls of
outer verge of intelligence.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

motives of expediency, is either a coward

Neverleavethat till tomorrow whichyou

can do today.^Franklin.

mLBBRSr miBBARD'S
E courteous to all, but intixnete with few; and let those

f(^ be w^ tried before you

l^e them your o^dence.

^ H^e friendship is a plant of

^Qwjslowt^ an must undergo andwith*

to the appellaticm. Let jrour

f(^ fer the affections and dis-

of e^ery one, and let your hand

ye in j^po^on to your purse; rethe estimation of the

w^^iD(w*s nute, that it is not every one

fct

^WfVer,

that deserveth charity; all

wb^y of the inquiry, or

deseiinn^ may suffer.

n^ OQii^ve that fine dothes make

^e m^, any tapre than fine feathers

Ipftke fine bir^.^^ plain, genteel dress

adirt^ obtains more credit,

la^ ^d embroidery, in the ^es

ju^^tis cmd sensible.George
Wa^apqn in a letter to his nephew,
1783.

Hifi

of^e Peridean Age are

n a higher one sret, that

Statesinan, orator, philoso-

^idi, Qjiist, poet and lover,

r^esi^ so gi^t tiiat, another Zeus,

he was
the Olympian. If to him
<^e, TOuld it not, a poet some-

aaki^ uncivil to d^ict her as

Ike? It w^d be not only un-

:
'

but

Ttonist^ies," Youseethat boyof

:
!

Atto^

birt fiye^ he governs the

Yffl; for he rules his nu]rt:her,
F^es me, I rulte Athens and

Alter themistodes

It ^?ffais (^ridica'' tuami to govern and be

,01./fa

Aspasia.
"MBdjgar Sdtu&
Mttfts as if wh^ God conJifeat was ippetiy;

radfct wiiffl^ptu^ He
ii^, Imd that waa

:
Iw4' ^eaii" G^wmi]^ ^ Kfe
1^
it with lilHi^ beings, and that
;iwas ^e I
divi^ ettim^ ^anuu

/^OMMERCE is a game of skill,

which every man can not play,

.which few men can play well. The right

merchant is one who has the just aver
age of faculties we call conmionsense; a

manofstrong affinity for facts, who makes

up his decision on what he has seen.

He is thoroug^y persuaded of the truths

of arithmetic. There is always a reason,
in the man, for his good or bad fortune;
and so, in n:iaking mon^. Men talk as if
there were some magic about this, and
bdieve in .magic, in all parts of life. He

knows that ^ goes on the old road,

pound for pound, cent for cent^for

every effect a perfect causeand that
good luck is another name for tenadty of
purpose.Emerson.

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HE faculty to dream was not
given to mock us. There is a
reality back of it. There is a
divinity behind our legiti

make upon tiie whole a family happier

for his presence, to renounce when that

shall be necessary and not to be embit
tered, to keep a few friends, but these

By the desires that have divinity in

disappear that did not exist a century

ago, he would suddenly find himsdf with

we want but do not need; we do not

refer to the desires that turn to Dead
Sea fhiit on our

one or two sticks of furniture perhaps,

lips or to ashes
when eaten, but to

the legitimate de
sires of the)soul for
the realization of
those ideals, the

longing for full,

complete self-ex
and opportunity
for the weaving of
the pattern shown
jn the moment of

our hi^est trans^

witliout capitulation; above all, on ^e

of fortitude and delicacy.

vision of the rag

picker
^

^Robert Louis Stevenson.

eOD is to be our father,yet we are far

from being fathers to our own ^il-

dren. We prestune to have insight into

divine thii^, ai>d yet we neglect as un

worthy of notice those human relations

v^di are a key to the divine.

-Friedrich Froebd.

>

BAD man is wretched amidst every

earthly advantage; a good man

troubled on every side,yet not distressed;
perplexed,but not in despair; persecuted,
but not forsaken; cast down, but not
destroyed.^Rato.

XLOVEchildren.They do not prattle

of yesterdc^: their interests are all

of today and the tomorrows^I love
diildren.Richard Mansfield.

God gave man an upright countenance

to suivey the heavens, and to look upmai to the stars.Oyid.

about him so old as his books. If a wave

them, we do not refer to the things that

figuration.
A man will remain
a rag-picker as long
as he has only the

antne condition, to ke^ friends with

himself; here is a task for all a man has

ordinary private person who collects

objects of a modest luxury has nothing
of the rod made everything around him

mate desires.

pression, the time

/TKO be honest, to be kind, to earn a

little, and to spend a little less, to

XT is a curious reflection that the

Our mental atti

tude, our heart's

but otherwise alone with his books. Let

theworkof another

Leaf after leaf drops off, flower

after flower,
Some in the chUl, some in the

century pass, and

certainly nothing
would be left but

these little brown

volumesso many
caskets full of ten

warmer hour:

derness and pas

Alive they flourish, and alive

they fall.

sion, disappoint^

And Earth who nourished them

envy, conceit,
aware, in madden

receives them all.

Should we, her wiser sons, be

less content

To sink into her lap when life is

spent?
" Leaf After Leaf Drops Ofif,"
by Walter Savage Landor

desire, is our per-

ambition, fruitless

hope, sdf-torturing

ing, luddmoments,
of its own folly
Edmund Gosse

WJY share ofthe

work of the

world may be lim

ited, but the fact
that it is work
makes it predous.
Darwin could work

petual prayer whiA Nature answers. She

takes it for grated that we des^e what

only half an hour at a time; yet in manv

diligent half-hours he laid anew the

we are headed toward, and she hdps us

to it. People little realize that their
desires are their perpetual prayersnot
head prayers, but heart prayersand
that they are granted.
Most people do not half realize how
sacred a thing a legitimate ambition is.
What is this eternal urge within us
which is tryingto pushus on and on, up
and up? It is the urge, the push in the

foundations of philosophy.
Green, the historian, tells us that the

great force within us, which is perpetu

ally prodding us to do our best and
refases to accept our secondbest.

Orison Swett Marden.

world is moved not only by the miAty

shoves of the heroes^ but also by the
aggregate of the tiny pushes of each
honest worker.^Helen Keller.

Ji^HE character and qualifications of

the leader are reflected in the men

he sdects, develops and gathers aroitod

him. Showme the leader and I willknow
his men. Showmethemenandl willknow

theirleader. Therefore, to haveloyal, effi^

dent employeesbe a loyidand effid^t
employer.^Arthur W. Newcomb.

Things printed can never be stopped;

they are likebabiesbaptized,they have a

Of all kinds of pride I hold natioxial

ever.^Meredith.

it ruined Judea and Rome.'HeM^.

soul from that moment, and go on for

pride the most foolish; it ruined Greece;

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have reached Cascade

Creek at last; and a beauti

lutely level. The water seems to wait a

moment on its verge, then it passes with

a single bound, three hundred and fifty

ful gprove of pine trees, be

neath whose shad^ a dear

feet bdow.

stream, whose waters are

It is a sheer, unbroken, compact, shining

mass of silver foam. But your eyes are

tiie nauseous taste of alkali,

form^ies a ddightfiil place to camp.
Now, dismoimting and seeing that yow

ail the while distracted from the fall

itself, great and beautiful as it is, to its

marvdous setting; to the surprising,

is wellcared for, while &e men are

unloading the
piackmules and

pltd^g the tents,

up that trail

i^dingup tiiehillfollow it for

:m ii^e among the

j^emn pines, and
thfn pass out from

^e tree shadows
and take your

overmastering can-

With fingers weary and worn.

With eyelids heavy and red,

A woman sat, in unwomanly rags.

Plying her needle and thread,-
Stitch! stitch! stitch!

In poverty, hunger, and dirt;

And still with a voice of dolorous pitch

She sang the "Song of the Shirt!"

si^d upon thflf

" Workworkwork

le to it w^ mean

Workworkwork

fa^ier rq^ ding

while and being

Ye|y ^e of your
#dl^g, for your
swim and

grow dkay, and

#(ere opens before

Till the brain begins to swim!

Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
Seam, and gusset, and band,
Band, arid gusset, and seam,

TUl over the buttons I fall asleep.

And sew them on in a dream!
(ContinBed on next page)

^u one of the

stupendous scenes of Nature, the

^^werFallsof the Grand Canyonof

^ow^one a*. ^

-^dnow where ahaU I begiii, and how

shaU^ I, m aay wise, describe this tre^ si^t; its overpowering gran-

sm at the same tinte, its inezpresi^le ibrauty:?

of ^eY^o^tone. They are not the

^an^
f wrld, butthere are none
is not the breadth

3^ ?J^ara, nor is there the

the

yon into which the

river leaps,

and

through which it
flows, dwindling to
but a foamy ribbon
there in its appal

ling depths. As you

cling here to this

? to^esty of its own kind,

plunge and ^ader, and the mountaintorrents, by the hot breath of the balmy
Spring, those walls have been cut' into

her son; it is nothing to give food and

medicine to the workman who has

the most various and surprising shapes.

I have seen the " Middle Ages" castles
along the Rhine; there those castles are

repr^uced exactly. I have seenthe soar

ing summits of the

great cathedralspires in the coimtry b^ond the sea;
there they stand in

prototype, only

loftier

and

more

sublime

And then, of course

cottage to the widow who has lost

broken his arm, or the decrepit woman

wasting in sickness. But it is something'

to use your time and strength to war

with the waywiurdness and thoughtless

ness of mankind to keep the erring
workman in your
service till you

"O Men, unth sisters dear!

O Men, with mothers and wives!

It is not linen you *re wearing out.

have made him an

unerring one, and

to direct your fd-

But human creatures^ lives.

Stitchstitchstitch

low-merchant to

In poverty, hunger, and dirt,

which his judgment

Sewing at once, with a double thread,

A shroud as well as a Shirt!

the opportunity

would have lost

John Ruskin.

falls are already

many hundred feet
below you. The

fascinated by the

" But why do I talk of Death-

utter opulence of
color 9^ Those are
not simply gray

That phantom of grisly bone!

I hardly fear his terrible shape.
It seems so like my own
It seems so like my own

So long as we are
loved by others I

Because of the fasts I keep:

we are indispen-

falls unroll their

whiteness down

amid the canyon

gloom 8^
These rocky sides
are almost perpen

dicular; indeed, in

many places the

boiling springs have goug^ them out so

as to leave overhanging cliffs and tabl^
at the top^ Take a stone and throw it
over; you have to wait long before you
hear it strike. Nothing more awful have
I ever seen than the yawning of that
chasm; and the stillness, solemn as mid

deling there as in a kind of agony,

against those rocks, you can not hear.
The mighty distance lays the finger

of silence on its white lips. You^ are

oppressed by'a sense of danger. It is as

though the vastness would soon force
you from the rock to which you cling.

The silence, the sheer depth, the gloom,

burden ;you. It is axelief to feel the firm
earth beneath your feet again, as you

W impressed from a width of

place

to 1^ than one hiS^

The
of roGk over whidi it leapsis abso

"^W^T is nothing to give pension and

jutting rock, the

^ eitherrock.
side are
vast
of ^ptiired
There,
the rock opens for the river, its

hundr^ feet, between the Upp^^

solemn walls. By dash of wi|id and wave,

by forces of the firost, by file of snow-

and almost beyond

night, profound as death. The water

flre the Lower Falls

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carefully crawl back from your perchingBut this is -not all, nor is the half yet
told. As soon as you can stand it, go out
on that jutting rock again and mark the

sculpturing of God upon those vast and

all else, you are

magnificence and

and heavy depths,

and readies, imd
domes, and pin-

nades of solidrock.
The whole gorge

flames

O God! that breadshould be so dear.

Andflesh and blood so cheap!"
"The Song of the Shirt," by Thomas Hood

It is as

though rainbows had fallen out of the

sky
themselves there like
jdorious banners. The underljring color

Kthe clearest yellow; thisflushes onward

into orange. Down at the base the deep

est mosses unroll their draperies of the
most vivid green; browns, sweet and
soft do theirblending; white rocks stand
spectral; turrets of rock shoot up as
CTimson as though they were drenched
^th blood

It is as if the most ^onous sunset you

eversaw had been caught and held upon
that resplendent, awful gorge.
Thiou^out nearly all the hours of that
afternoon until the simset shadows came,
and afterwards among the moonbeams,
I waited there, clinging to that rock,

jutting out into that overpowering, gor

geous chasm. I was appalled and fasci

nated, afraid and yet compelled to cling

there. It was an epoch in my life.
Doctor Wayland Hoyt

O long as we
love, we serve.

would almost say

Mble; and no

is useless while he
has a friend.

^R. L. Stevenson.

|HE men whom I have seen succeed

b^t in lifehave always been cheerf^ and hopeful men, who went about

their busmess with a smile on their faces

and took the changes and chancesof this

mortal life like men, fadng rough and

smooth alikeasit came.Chas. Kingsley.

^ ^ is easy in the world to live after

the world's opinions; it is easy in
TOlitude to live after our own; but the
Great Man is he who in the midst of the
crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the
independence of solitude.Emerson.
r=sf

^ ^
who is silent
is forgotten; he who
abstams is taken at his word; he
who does not advance falls back; he who
stops isoverwhelmed, distanced, crushed;

he who ceases to grow greater becomes

smaller; he who leaves oflF, gives up; the

stationary condition is the beginnuig of

the end.^Amiel.

'jSI^BBRa' HUBBAKD^S
men, life is before you. Two

'3^^ are calling youone coming

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XLOVB you for what you are, but I

N supplying the men for the

carnage of a battlefield,

men who cover it; but, in the mon^ of

sbn OT hiifrinti brotholuxxL Two ways

love you yet more for what you are

going to be.
I love you not so much for your realities
as for~your ideals. I pray for your desires
that they may be great, rather than for
your satisfactions, which may be so
hazardously little.
A satisfied'flower is one whose petals are
about to fall. The most beautiful rose

rearing that follow,

ilfiopra

is one hardly more than a bud wherein

the pangs and ecstacies of desire are

the women of the

Ifc^

sw^ps of selfishness and

succ^ means death; and

^Kitsk the hilltops of justice and

where even failure brings
lights are seen in your horizon

ithe fast fading mai^ li^t of

the other the dowly rising

^u---one leadings to an even

l&d lower plain^ whdre are heard

ipf de^w and the curses of the

whi^^ manhood dsrivdls and pos-

l^tsidpwn the possessor; and tibe

o^er ?li^ding to tiie highlands of the

of huM^^

where honest efifort is

^^th iixuportalily.
Jolm P. Altgdd.
-

worl^g for larger and finer growth.

L Not always shall you be what you are
now

You are going forward toward some

thing great. I am on the way with you
and-therefore I love you.
Carl Sandburg.

women have not merely lost

actually more blood, and
gone through a more acute
anguish and weariness, in the months of

bearing and in the finkl agony of child

birth, than has been experienced by the

race go through a
long, patiently en-

dui^ strain which

no knapsacked sol
dier on his longest
march has ever

more than equal

led; while, even in
the matter ofdeath,

works of ts^e must bear a price

you
can dissolve everything in the
'world,evenagreatfortune,intoatoms.

propoxliio^ to the skill, taste,

And the fimdamental principles which

cieties, the prob

ability that the

and tiiic attmdixig their

in all civilized so

govern the hcuodling of postage-stamps

average woman

mvirat^m' and mani^actiue

and of millions of dollars are exactly the

will die in child

birth is immeasur

juB^y iest^aat^ the chi^p^: tliQr are

same. Th^ are the common law of

business, and the whole practice of com

>nibse ithihgl

att^od^

d^^ cur^ w^en

mudi 1^ profit to the

"^ose which everybody

chiaip ii ^

foiM and ccnnpositions are

not
^ dian(^,*nor can th^ ev^,
in>^yn|ate^,i^Mde jatsn^e^>ense.
Ci A Qpn^podtiqn
Gheapiit^ and not

of v^lpnan^^ is the most

and cert^ cause of i^e rapid

dec^ and mtiFe deBtructioh of arts and

Wedgwood.

the bdiefs that make for happiness.

Maeterlinck.

W^T < w ixi8tin<^ with me personidly

to atta^ ev^ idi^ wliili^has bc^

tor tc^ yearo, especially if it

Ipcie^. I ^

t&e

a^inst ,#iy

nf all humsn

^ baclk hurnan

positive ctt

that c^ ^ bfou^t into the

^""^OTHING is easier than fault-find-.

#--iing; no talent, no self-denial, no

brains, no character are r^uired to set

up in the grumbling business.
^Robert West.
9 ^

aeaaast it.ripiacuTd Shaw.

not that thy life shall come to

on tfce suimy !^ of tlie

)an end, but rather fear that it shall

never have a beginning.

stre^; diady fotits live m the of^^er.

have i^wa^' 4prefeif^> the< 8ixEu|l^

Cardinal Newman.

Be sure that religion cannot be right

dialy <(tf ain ho# <#
at a <tiine^
^MarahaU P, Vmdrn.

Her hair unbound, her feet

able claim on him;

unshod;

As one whom secret glory fills

She walkedalone with God.

I met her in the city street;

Oh, changed was her aspect
then!

With heavy eyes and weary f^et

She walked alonewith men,
"The Lady Poverty," by BveSyn UnderhiO

C There is, perhaps, no woman, whether

seax^ and question; to have peace and

confidence within our souls^these are

l^t a man is the worse for having.

WUliam Penn.

that ^e average male will die in battle.

she have borne children, or be merely

potentially a child-bearer, who could look

down upon a battlefield covered with
slain, but the thought would rise in her,
"So many mother's sons! So many young
bodies brought into the world to lie

there I So many months of weariness and

pain while bones and muscles were
shaped within! So many hours of anguish
and struggle that breath might be! So
many baby mouths drawing life at
women's breasts;^all this, that men

might lie with glazed eyeballs, and

swollen faces, and fixed, blue, imdos^

mouths, and great limbs tossed^this,
that an acre of ground might be manured
with human flesh,

only without thought of legrf, religious,

or social compul

simple that a fool can't learn tiiem; so

hard that a lazy man won't.

\/ the laws of nature, not with meek

resignation, but as her sons, who dare to

le sense of a compelling power is joined

with rectitude ofaction. Ttie truly honest
man, here and there to be found, is not
sion, when he dis>

ably greater than

the probability

^<0 lookfearlessly upon life; to accept

ONSCIENTIOUSNESS has in
many outgrown that stage in v^ch

I met her on the Umbrian Hills,

merce is founded on them. They are so

Philip D. Armour.

who is a woman says of a hum&n body,

"It is nothing!"Olive Schreiner.

^ring up greenerand redder,whereth^

have lain, or that the sand of a plain

may have the glint of white honest"

And we cry, " Without an inexorable
cause, this must not be!" No woman

but he is without
thought of selfcompulsion. He

d<^ the rightthing

^th a sih^le feel

ing of satisfaction
m doing it, and is
mdeed impatient if

JpytWng
him
fromprevents
having

tte satisfaction of
doing it.

Herbert Spencer.

^ ^ homesick. C Homesick ftw the

home I never have seen
F theland where I shaU look horiaontally mto the eyes of my fellows
The land where men rise onlv* fn i;a.
The land where equality leavM

to differ as they will.

The land where freedom is breathed

the air and courses in the blood

Where there is nothing over* o

between him and the shy. Wh^"Jt!**

obligations of love are sought

prizes,

And where they vary as the moon

That land is my true country
I am here by some sad cosmic

"

And I am hom^ctErnest oSSby!

HEN
men ^rightly
amusement
grows outoccupied
of tfieir their

that next year's

grasses or poppies or karoo bushes may

charges an equit

as

the color petals out of a

flower; when they are faithfuUy hS^

and^mpassionate,aUtheir emotioMml
steady, d^p, perpetual and vi^^
to the soul as is the natural pulse^h?!

body.John Ruskin.

the

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^I,BERar aUBBARD^S

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iB have talked much of the

brotherhood to come; but

brotherhood has always been

the fact of our life, long
before it became a modem

maipid sentiment. Only we have

been brothers in slavery and tormrat

brothers in ignorance and its perdition,

or later happens to
we have always

be^ unescapably
involved in a com

mon destiny. The

^rld constantly
tenxls to the levd

^e downxnost

a ^ init; and that

dowiraaost man is
the world's real

xiiler, hugipng it
close to his bosom,

diraggl^ it down to
his deadi. You do

n^ think so, but

it is true, and it
oui^t to be true.
Foj if there were

sofiuwayby whidb.
some of us could

g^ free ^art from

qith^if^ere were
some way by which
spmie of us could
have h^ven while

/HE worst of errors is to b^eve that

any one religion has the monopoly

ot goodness. For every man, that reli&on

is good which tnnlrfw him gentle, upright

and kind. But to govern mankind is a

iby

If there breathe on earth a slave.

Are ye truly free and brave?
Jf ye do not feel the chain

philosophy, what

we meet at every

step is unrea^n,

When it works a brother's pain.

folly and passion.

Are ye not base slaves indeed.

Slaves unworthy to befreedI

antiquity succeed

Fetters for our own dear sake.

And, with leathern hearts, forget
That we owe mankind a debt?
Not True Freedom is to share

AU the. chains our brothers wear.

And, with heart and hand, to he

Earnest to make others freet

They are slaves who fear to speak

For the faUen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose

little authority
oidyby impostures,

which gave them a

hold upon the im

agination, in their

lack of physical
force.

Ernest Renan.

is a

truly

sublime spec

tre when in the

the
un
the
the

world's choir, nse

" Freedom," by James Ruasett Lowell

cm vl^ld indeed be lost and damned;

Mt since m^ have never been able to
sfp^ate themsdves from one anothier's

fully selected, dur

ing the French war,

say thirty ablebodied men: Dum-

drudge, at her own

expense, has suckled and nursed

and sorrow, fed

In the. right with two or three.

STOTO f>rm of the bli^t and peril and

mis^ of didnhmted labor, then would

usually some five hundred souls.

From these, by certain " Natural Ene
mies" of the French, there are success

ed in winning to

From the truth they needs must think:

They are slaves who dare not be

Rather in silence shrink

toil, in the British villageof IDumdrudge,

them: she has, not

stillness of
ni^t, in an
clouded sky,
stars, like

Hatred, scoffing and abuse.

. - Jex^ple, there dwell and

The wise men ot

themselves some

Is true Freedom but to break

iiad hdl, if there were some way

part of Ihe world could escape

purport and up^iot of war?

To my own knowledge, for

difficult task. The ideal is very high and

inothers in disease and war and want,
the earth is very
brothers in prostilow. Outside the
teticm and hyppcMen! whose boost it is that ye
ste^e province of
z^.What happens
Come offathers brave and free.
to one of us sooner

T, speaking in quite un
official language, is the net

with all its fruits thereof^the fruits of

love and liberty.George D. Henon.

and set, end as it

were divide exis
tence in to two portions,-the one,

without difficulty
them up to man
hood, and even
trained them to
crafts,
one

so

can

that

weave,

another build,
another hammer,
and the
can

weakest

stand

under

thirty stone avoirdupoisfi^Nevertheless, amid much

weeping and swear

ing, they are select

ed; all dressed in

red, and shipped

away, at the public
charges, some two

thousand miles, or
say, only, to the

south of Spain; and

I saw, I took, I cast you by,

/ bent and broke your pride.

You loved me well, or I heard them lie.

But your longing was denied.

Surely I knew that by and by ^
You cursed your gods and died.
And a myriad suns have set and shone
Since then upon the grave

Decreed by the King in Babylon

To her that had been his Slave.

The pride I trampled in now my scathe.

For it tramples me again.
The old resentment lasts like death.

For you love, yet you refrain.

I break my heart on your hard unfaith,
And I Break my heart in vain.

and hitherto in all

other lands; still as

of old, " what dev
iltry soever Kings
do, the Greeks

must pay the

piper!"^In that
fiction of the Eng
lish Smollett, it is
true, the final Ces
sation of War is

perhaps

prophet

ically shadowed
forth;

where the

two Natural Ene

mies, in person,
take each a To

bacco-pipe, filled
with Brimstone;

li^t the same, and

smoke in one an

other's

the weaker give in:

but from such pre

And you were a Virgin Slave.

" Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gme."
by Wmiarn Emest Henley

till

French ^isans, from a French Dum-

wanted. And now to that same spot, in

the south of Spain, are thirty similar
drudge, in like manner wending; till at

leng^, after infinite effort, the two

simple splendors ofthis wonderful ^ama

of nature!Wilhelm von Humboldt.

the souls out of one another, and in place

of sixty brisk useful craftsmen, the world
has sixty dead carcasses, which it must

Himian nature craves novelty.^Pliny.

bury, and anew shed tears for. Had these

ibibth^^b^ of a co-operative ^rld.

it in Deutsdiland,

The deed beyond the grave.

When I was a King in Babylon

escape brpthcarhdod of some kind, since

t^ wholie of life is teadui us that we
houfly diodsing between brotherand brotherhood in

shoot.Alas, so is

Yet not for an hour do I wish undone

the paths of immorality if he hM been

in

another, had the cunning to make tiiese

And you were a Christian Slave.

w^ and WFdnga^ snnce history is fairly

,gbbd; it remmm for us to choose the

fallen out; and, instead of shooting one

With the old world to the grave,

comes forth in sublimity, pomp, and

accustomed to live amidst such thoughts

and feelings, and frequently to dwell
upon them? Howare weentranced by the

unconsdoudy, by Commerce, some mu

tual helpfulness between them. How

then? Simpleton! their Governors had

I was a King in Babylon .

parties come into actual juxtaposition,

and Thirty stands fronting Thirty, each
with a gun in his hand. Straightway the
word ** Fire!" is given and they blow

stxii^^ ^th the lesson that we can not

in so wide , a Universe, there was even,

poor blockheads

fed

heavens truly exercise a moral mnuence

over us; and who can readily stray into

apart; were the entirest strangers; nay,

Or ever the knightly years were gone

ing to the earthly, is silent m the perfect

stmness of ni^t; whilst the other alone

majesty. Viewed in this li^t, the starry

there

men any quarrel? Buqy as the Devil Is,

not the smallest! Tbey lived for enough

faces,

till

dicted Peace-Era,
what blood-filled,
trenches, and con
tentious centuries,

may still divide uslCarlyle.

si*

GOTRY has no head and can not

no heart and can not feel.

!en she moves it is in wrath; when she

pauses it is amid ruin. Her prayers are

curses, her God is a demon, her commun
ion is death, her vengeance is eternity,
her decalogue written in the blood ofher
victims, and if she stops for a moment in
her infernal flight it is upon a kindred rodk

to whet her v^ture fang for a more san

guinary desolation.^Daniel O'Ccmndl.

pageM

ar back as we know any

thing about civilization, the
cultivation of the soil has
ibeen the first and most im-

industry in any
It wiU ialwasrs be. Herod-

@1^
^ .^

of history,tdls the stoiy

r^ in the Valley of the

Eiipitoatees'^

^ sgsre' tilBt mth poor cultivation those

there got a srield of
&ir cultivation one hun-

;^i^lid^ and>^m good cultivation two

tFhat Was the garden of the

piness of his fdlowmen; as from habit,

following beneficial escperience, his sym

pathies became more tender, and widdy

diffused, extending to men of all races,
and finally to the lower animals, so

would the standard of his morality rise

higher and higher.

Lroking to future generations, there is

no cause to fear that the social instincts

will grow weaker, and we may expect

that virtuous habits will grow stronger.
The strug^e between our higher and
lower impulses will be less severe, and
virtue will be triumphant.

its great cities, Babylon

1^1 I^ev^, where are they? Piles oi
des^ iuind iiiark where th^ stood. In
jPlaM of i^e itijllions th&t overran the
;itwi^ ^efe are a few wandering Arabs

OHI Unsten Power that rules and con

feeding h^rstan^ ^eep and goats.

:
Pieman
L^d of Ca-

that mynaturemaybe in tune withThine.

(naan

wh^^

Children of

it ^

ii is a baxm w^

n^ honey,

de^, peopled

..w^ttere4' robl^ bwds: A proviaon

fiK^aized the sofl of the

y^fy of ^e INUe

overflowing it

lev^ ye^., #fpm the ^liiest records

of rftmiffkn^^^
l^tQ^ed

ai^ todaythe land

ovei^bw is yidding
ever.

;;Itis m^e di^ by everyprocess of logic

.;W^^ ,of a nati^

duo'acter of its

wtitut^^alei
^antdiV'OT
agiife^tur^ foundation.

N^ ias^

c ddtiamerce or

.^yerm^r 6f nianufactiiy
anythix^
*ie
is tie an<^or ^ch

'

hold thiou^' ifie' al^tiis of time

I' ' ^
'^vai|D^ ^aduaUy in ihtd-

lectu^i <3^,

vi^ eiiabl^ to

trols the destinies of the children of

jearth: teach me the symphony of life so

C Reveal to me ^e joy of being loving,

s^-sacrificing and charitable.

<1 Endow me with wisdom to guard my

tongue and temper, and learn ^tji

patience the art of ruling my own life for

its highest good, with due regard for the

^vacy, ri^ts and limitations of other

Uves

9^

Hdp me to strive for the highest legiti

inson.
so

HE bells will

peal,

long

haired men will

dress in golden
sacks to pray for
successful slaugh
ter.

And the old

story will begin

again, the awful
customary acts.
The editors of the

daily Press will be

gin virulentiy to
stir men up to
hatred

and

man

slaughter in the
nameofpatriotism,

struggle.

Enable me to give a smile instead of a

frown, a cheerful, kindly word instead of
harshness and bitterness.

Make me sympathetic in sorrow, realizixig that there are hidden woes in every
life no matter how exalted or lowly.

(0[ If in life's battie I am wounded or

tottering, pour into my wounds the balm

natured men with murderous weap

ons in their-handsanywhere they may

be driven.

They will march, freeze, hunger, suffix

sickness, and die from it, or finally come
to some placewhere
they will be dain

by ^ousandsorkill

For it will bring again to earth

thousands

Her long-lost Poesy and Mirth:

Will send new light on every face,
A kingly power upon the race.
And till it comes, we men are slaves,

have

And travel downward to the dust ofgraves.

them-

sdves with no tea-

son;menwhomthey
never seen

before, and who

ndther have done
nor could do them

Come,clear the way, then, clear the way: any mischief.

Blind creeds and kings have had their

day.

Break the dead branches from the path:

Our hope is in the aftermath
Our hope is in heroic men.
Star-led to build the world again.
To this event the ages ran:

Make way for Brotherhoodmake way

for Man!
" Brotherhood," by EdwinMarkham

joyously about their business, in the

to extend a kindly helping hand to those

mothers and childrenhundreds of

thousands of simple-minded, good-

Life'sfinal star, is Brotherhood;

who need encoiu-agement and succor in

mate reward of merit, ambition, and

wine, men will trail along, torn from

peaceful labor, from their wives,

The crest and crowning of all good.

oppoctunily in my activities, ever ready

tactors for military store, will huipr

hope of double receipts.
All sorts of Government offidms will

And when the

number of sick,
wounded and killed

becomes so great
that l^ere are not

hands enough left

to pick them up,
and when the air

is so infected with
the putrefying
scent of the " food

for powder" that even the authoritiesfind

it disagreeable, a truce will be made, the
woundedwUlbepickedupanyhow.thedck
be brought in and huddled together in

heaps, ^e killed will be covered with

buzz about, foreseeing a possibility of

earth and lime, and once more the crowd

of dduded men will be led on and on till

The military authorities will hurry hither

and thither, drawing double pay and

to find it profitable receive their spoil.

rations, and with the expectation of

receiving for the slaughter of other men

age, fierce and brutal, and love will wane

purloining something more than usi^.

those who have devised the project,

weary of it, or till those who thought

And so once more men will be made sav

various sillylittie ornaments which they

in the world, and the Christianizing of

mankUid, wUch has already begun, will

daunted to arise and continue the strife.

and stars. Idle ladies and gentiemen will

lapse for scores and for hundreds ot

(f|[ Keep me humble in every relation of

life, not *mduly egotistical, nor liable to

advance for the Red Cross Sodety, and

And so the men who reaped profit from

of hope, and imbue me with courage un

seiious sin of self-depreciation,

In mrtawt may my soul be uplifted by

;/'.y'''edgie'tb''' >rej^ 'ibanef^* icustoi^, and'

the th&iig^t that if there were no shadow,

<^re irad

th<m would be no simdiine, and that

but 'i^e'Mj^

game." The Optimist's Prayer,'

by William J. Rob

happy in the receipt of an increased

income. Manufacturers, merch^ts, con

sucde^ keep me meek.

guffl^ient Impw^

manfully, and falling, fling to the host

behind,play up, play up, and play the

with courage, fortitude and confidence.

nothier

Grant that 1 may be a true, loyal friend,

a genial companion with the broad
honest charity bom of an intimate
knowledge of my own shortcomings.
If I win, crown me with the laurels fitting
to be worn by a victor, and if I fall, may
it be witii my face to the foe, fighting

Charles Darwin.

Teadi me to know and play life's game

iait mw^

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^eja4j JSOOK.

'mMMKT HUBBARD^S

so hi^y prize, asribbons, crosses, orde^,

make a great fiiss, entering their namesin

readytobind up thewoundsofAosewhom

theirhusbands and brothers will mutilate;

andthey will imagine that in so doing they

are performing a most Christian work so

And, smothering despair withm tiieir

souls by songs, licentiousness, and

years

it all will assert that since there has beeii

a war theremust needs have been one, and

that other wars must follow, and they

will again prepare future generaticms fm
a continuance of daui^ter, depraving
tliein from their birth.Leo Tolstoy.

mi,BBRT HVBBARD^S

36

Page 37

N a sM^essand painless world

moral value or significance of a race of

T me do my work each day;

the moral dement would be

himian beings ignorant of sin, and doing

||EN will have, tod must have, their

|A| pleasures. Social reformers and tem

lacking; the goodness would

have no more significance in

Iand if the darkened hours of

beneficent acts with no more conscious

despair overcome me, may

ness or volition than the deftly con

I not forget the strength

perance agitators could not make a

greater mistake than by following the

bur conscious life than that

load of atmosphere which we are always

graying about with us.

We are thus brou^t to a striking con

clusion, t^e essential soundness of which
xiot be gain

said. In a happy
wwld there must

be pain and soritiw,' and in a moral

world the knowl

edge of evil is in-

trived machine that picks up raw ma

terial at one end, and turns out some
finished product at the other? Clearly,
for strong and resolute men and women,
an Eden would be at best but a fool's

paradise.^Fiske

A silence there expectant, meaning.

And then a voice clear-pitched and
tense;

A thousand hearers, forward-leaning.

Were in the thrall of eloquence.

[that comforted me in the

desolation of other times. May I still

remember the bright hours that foimd

me walking over the silent hills of my
childhood, or dreaming on the margin

Brief, so briefthe

days may be

promised my early

As if again the gods were calling

the busiest ones

God to have cour

They are the days

age amid the tem

pests of the chang
ing years
Spare

in which we ab

sorb; while on the

do-much days we

A triumph great, a nation weeping.

Found true expression there in him.

me fit)m bitterness

this has been

plwed to inhere in

try to make others

and from the sharp

absorb from us
whatever we have

passions of un

p^ and parcel of
#ie universe
To
him who is dis
posed to cavil at
&e World which

Not often in a nation's story.

Such words supreme, such manhood
fine;

He gave that day our grief and glory

The dignity of things divine,

(Condttded onnext page)

God h^ in sudi wise created, we may

fairly put the question whether the pros
pect of escape from its ills would ever
mditce him to put off this human consq^pu^ess, tod ac^^t some form of exis-

t<m^ tKoknown and inconceivable! T^e

ia dear: on the one hand a

worldwil^ sin a&d suffering,on the other

hftsd em< imthixikable world in whidi
cpnsdpus life docs not involve contrast.
We do
find that evil has been inter-

FKjla^d! mto'the universe from without;

tl^t, cm the contrary, it is an

Qi^i

tt&'e CTeiator of evil,

from the

eteri^ G^eme of things diabolism is

lofev^ ealduded. Oimuzd atiH Ahriman
!

perished, along
special creation and

ftoci^ of the untutored mind,

fipom our pre^t standpoint we may

ffi^iy ,ai^, wJ^t wotdd have been the

wpp^' of that primitive innocence por1^3^' in #e
of the Garden ot
hild> it ever be^ reaUzed in the

life of li^? W^t would have 'been the

between those that have a tendency to

excess and vice, and those that are harm
less tod ennobling, encouraging the
latter in every possible way. And first
words were falling
among those that

O-NOTHING

He saw the graves of heroes sleeping.

He saw men's eyes suffused and dim;

stiliition of the
ihuxlw soul. It is

pleasures. They ought to distinguish

of the quiet river,

when a light glowed
within me, and I

di^ensable. The
stei^ necessity of
i^e innermost con-

example of the Puritans and tabuing all

in overplus: rib
bons, wisdom or
cheese. If we oftener eased the. strain

guarded moments.
May I not forget
that poverty and
/riches are of the

spirit. Though the

on our eyes and

world know me not,

minds, we should

may my thoughts

be enriched by im

and actions be such

pressions that in our usual attent and

mastering attitude we refuse to heed.
Americans ought to have a wholesome
laziness preadbied to them, after three
centuries of tuning to gain and work,
and several patriotic citizens make

^camples of themselves, for the public

benefit, by refraining from toil.
^

as shall keep me
friendly with my-

Ere men had time to note and weigh;

From some Homeric yesterday.

No impulse this, no actor speaking

Of thoughts which came by happy
chance;

The man, the place, were God's own

seeking;

The words are our inheritance.

using the term in its widest sense^would

presumably reply, " The will to put him
self in the place of others; the horror of
forcing others into positions from which
he would himself recoil; the power to do

what seems to him to be ri^t, without

garet Fuller's pri

vate journal:
I

was washed out of

the world." That is

sdf. Lift my eyes from the earth, and

let me not forget the uses of the stars.
Forbid that I should judge others, lest I

condemn mjrself. Let me not follow the

clamor of the world, but walk calmly in

my path. Give me a few friends who will

OVERN the lips as they were palace-

MAN asked to define the essential

characteristics of a gentleman-

greatest number.
Its effect is wdl
described in Mar

' Abraham Lincoln at Gettysburg,"

by Harrison D. Mason

burning before my vagrant steps the

kindly light of hope. And though age

Sir Edwin Arnold.

be enjoy^ simul
taneously by the

all care, all pain,

all fear, and every
taint of vulgarity

love me for what I am; and keep ever

doors, the king within; tranquil and

aged is music, be
cause it is alwasrs
ennobling, and can

AP([use, a hush, a wonder growing;

Aprophets vision, understood;
In that strange spell of his bestowing.
Theydreamed,with him,ofBrotherhood.

Charles M. Skinner.

fair and courteous be all words which

from that presence win.

should be encour

and infirmity overtake me, and I come

not within sight of the castle of my

dreams, teach me still to be thankful for

life, and for time's olden memories that
are good and sweet; and may the
evening's twilight find me gentle still.

fdt

raised

above

precisely wherein
the moral power of music lies; for vulgar

ity is the twin sister of vice.

^Henry T. Finck.

<;|^RS00TH, brothers, fellowship is

heaven, and the lack of fellowship is
hell; fellowship is life and the lack of

fellow^ip is death; and the deeds that

ye do upon the earth, it is for fellowship's

sake that ye do them. Therefore, I bid

you not dwell in hell, but in heaven

upon earth, which is a part of heavcaa
and forsooth no foul part.
^William Morris.

me the money that has been

^Max Ehrmann.

spent in war, and I will dothe every

-f^EADING is to the mind what exer-

whi(^ kings tod queens would be proud.

mto, woman and child in an attire of

J^^e is to the body. As by the on^

health is preserved, strengthened, tod

invigorated: by the other, virtue (which

considering what others may say or

is the health of the mind) is k^t alive,

think."^John Galswortliy.

cherished tod confirmed.Addison.

I will build a schoolhouse in every valley

over the whole earth. I will crown evy
hillside with a place of worship conse
crated to the gospel of peace.

Charles Sumner.

BqgeM

O'Alt has become foolishly

ponfbunded with education

that all should be equally

qualified

Whe^, wMepolish,refine-j - '

(3

areinnoway
w

AAw

for artistic results, it is also no

feproa^ 'to

most fini^ed scholar or

gmtieman in the land that he

Without ^e for painting or

inuaic^^

in his heart he prefer

. ^ P^iilair print to
iiei^e,, or the songs of the hall.
|Q
G minor i^mphony. Let
4ve but the wit to say so, and not
a^Di^on a proofof inferiority.
^

Page $9

*BLBBRSr HUBBAKD*S

^^^happen8~iw hovdi is safe from it,

PSpy

Road that you are to pass nothing,

reject nothing, despise nothing upon this

earth. As you travel, many things both

dancing and singing eversrwhere.

To the open kitchen-door comes the busy

dirty we are pure. Fondness for the

ground comes back to a man after he

eversrthing belongs somewhere; each

tlung has its fitting and luminous place
within this mosaic of human life. The

ness, eaten dirt, and sown wild-oats,

Road is not open to those who with

draw the skirts of intolerance or lift the

chin of pride. Rejecting the least of

who are called conmion or unclean,

it is (curiously) you yourself that you

reject

If you despise that which is ugly you

has run the round of pleasure and busi

Yet the light of the bright world

ing on while he

pays anotherto dig)

anything but work, for the world has

ownabit of groimd,
to scratch it with a

do-

forgotten that the reason of its work is

may play^works that he may love and

dream, and Imow while he may the
wonders and joys of the strange and
lovely world which for a short space he is

allowe^ to inhabit; the unnatural man

n^^^t i^t we have wmething to say

plays 'that he may work. So unnatural

m^T>|e ^ugh th^ b^ we shall have

indeed have we become that not only

have we forgotten our dreams, but we
have actually grown ashamed of them.
C Proverbially there is nothing of which

to
\We are compelled tp hold
^UF.p^ce: and if at such tim^ we do not
^e ui^ent commands of silence,

Wered: ^_ .^ei^ loss that all the

^toyasuTMj of humeoai wisdom
not

|o^; fer We shaU have let slip the

Wotimity of listening to another soul,

of givmg eidsfea^ be it only for

^ mstj^t, to

flgafe, ij^ubt whe&er luiything in

sponnaturdly,
the

win^h^ in its neifSh-

a pure and xioble beinff

unreserve^y Ibve.

go underthegroxmd

hoe, to plant seeds,

trouting

With the dying sun.

Yet the light of a whole life dies

When its love is done,
Francis W. Bowrditton

old age, that of agriculture is chiefamong

them 69'

ture!if one does

not have too mudi
of it. All literature

And the heart but one,

is the commonest delight of the race, the

most satisfactory thing a man can do.
Vhien Cicero writes of the pleasures of

a*

Blessed be agricul

The mind has a thousand eyes.

and watch their re

newal of life^this

nearly equal to the

delight of going

is fragrant with it,

in a gentlemanly
way. At the foot of
the charming,
olive-covered Mils

of Tivoli, ^race
a sunny farm: it was in sight of

Hadrian's villa, who did landscape-gar-

dening on an extensive scale, and prob

ably did not get half as much comfort
from it as Horace did from his more

simply tilledacres. Wetrust that Horace

did a little hoeing and farming himadf,

an Englishn:ian is so mudbi ashamed as his

strength out-of the grourid as often as

pnotic^. To suspect him of sentiment

is to imply insult, to surprise hind in

affentiment. In order to eiyoy ^culture

you do not want too mudi of it, and yoa

no doubt an agriculturist; and such a

sparin^yis a great thing. One gets

and that his verse is not all fraudulent

one touches it with a hoe. Anteeus was

want to be poor enough to have a little

Lau^ter he still retains, but too often

for the unworthy purpose of laughing at
other people's emotions, and ridiculing

prize-fighter as Hercules could n't do

anjrthing with him till he got him to lay
down his spade and quit the soil. It is
not simply potatoes and beets and com

England inde^is the Siberia ofemotions.

well-hoed garden; it is the average of

tears is to commit a

mortal offense.

beautifultilingshenolongerunderstands.
^Ridbiard

and cucumbers that one raises in his

human life. There is life in the ground;

Let us all escape from Siberia.

Gallieime.

to such, a ^b^, ^uty is no longer a

HE law should be loved a little be-

^e e^ibitd t#

little because it is severe; hated a little

henccfbrth iitesisfeibie^yB^;^^^

dies

sounds. Hoeing in
the garden on a
brii^t, soft May
day, when you are
not obliged to, is

To dig in the mdlow soil^to dig mod

erately, for all pleasure should be taken

w^Qthe s^i has y^tably diwn near

foT' it 'suddetily takes upto'

^
arovitgr b^a^mra evince,asand
to its

And the day but one.

is as sure to come

and stay there. To

otteiwise are due to

transfixed by the ddi^tful si^ts and

digging in the
grotmd (or of look

XN its heart the world cares for little

but play; but in its life it does hardly

housewife to shake a white something,

and stands a moment to look, quite

The night has a thousand eyes,

back to him as he
is sure, at last, to

to make it universal end

you can smell the wild-flowers on the

drifted about the

world and t^ra
the wind of all its
moods. The love of

^David Grajrson.

^ thixA t^t, by means of

any real oommimication can
paM ftom OTe man to another. The

near bank; and the birds are flying and

instincts. So long as we are

g^^t and small will come to your atten

tion; you are to regard all with open eyes
and a heart of simplicity. Believe that

play. The natural man works that he

It ^

one of our first and best

do not know that which is beautiful.

of the: igncnantf the zeal of the

DWhppa

fruit-trees begin to show; the blood is

running up the grape-vines in streams;

can not bring it about,

JS a^titshioiild' be-^^^iEind all attempts

^ti^egusly,
me^e

Wi

HE love of dirt is among the

earliest of passions, as it is
the latest. Mud-pies gratify

dependupon it, the vast-

^ fu^t ooi^y, and coarse farce.

inate

XT is the prime secret of the Open

cause it is felt to be just; feared a

because it is to a certain degree out of

sympathy with the prevalent temper of

the day; and respected because it is

fdt to be a necessity.Emile Fourget.

it goes into the seeds; and it also, when

inducement to work moderatdy yoursdf.

Hoe while it is Spring and enjoy the bert

anticipations. It is not mudi matter if
things do not turn out wdl.
Charles Dudley Warner.

|B have committed the Golden Riie

to memory; let us now pommit it

to life

stirs it. The hot sun on his back as he

We have preached Brotherhood for

centuries; we now need to find a materi^

bends to his shovel and hoe, or con

basis for brotherhood. Government

it is stirred up, goes into the man who

templatively rakes the warm and fra
grant loam, is better than much medi

cine. The buds are coming out on the

bu^es roimd about; the blossoms of the

be made the organ of FratemiQr-^

worl^g-form for comrade^love.

Think on this-rwork for this.

Edwin Markham.

^LBERSr HUBBARD^S

B^e40

N these dasrs, much of the

profit and sometimes the

wholeofsuccessdependupon
Utilizing the odds and ends,
the so-called ''by-products."

<5! The by-prc^uct is something apdrt

fi^zn the main article manufactured,

and yet something that has an actual

^ue of its own. For instan(%, in the

those odd moments? [ Thomas A.

Edison, for instance,, was hammering
away at a telegraph-key when he was
telegraph-operator on a small salary.
He did n't neglect the by-product, the
odd moments. He thought, and planned,
and tried between messages. And he
worked out, as a by-product of his
telegraph job, all the inventions that

m^ufacture of gas
are many by-

And this I hatenot men, nor flag nor

obt^ed from the

But orily War with its wild, grinning

|ni^ucts; these are

as the latter is

race.

face,

made into lighting-

God strike it till its eyes be blind as

pi^uds, including

night.
And all its members tremble with
offright!

1^. And these bythe coke from the

actually suf
fice to p^ the cost
of the gas.

Idn^ of big

busmesses have
by-products,

^eirlittie odds and

rad^ that pay well.

In' ]M&. Armour's

fnormous meat-

Oh, let it hear in its death agony

The wail of mothers for their bestloved ones.

And on its head

Descend the venomed curses of its sons

Whofollowed her, deluded, where its
guns

Had dyed the daisies red,

(Condtuled on next page)

f&aory, for instance, there are endless

by-products, from the pigtails which are

cl^ed and sold as a delicapy, to the hair
of animals made into a powerful, valu
able J^d of rope.

If
Armour neglected making the
h^ r^^. Or selling the pigtails, it would
o^e jpt

difference in his dividends

JIPb pp^t ifer the reader is this: The

man does not manufacture,

H a rule,^t we are, all of us, dealers in

Tuto is ^e (Me thing we possess. Our

dep^ds Upon the use of our

aiid its l^-product, the odd

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have given him

millions, and given
to the inhabitants
of the world thou
sands of millions'
worth of dollars in
new ideas.

Benjamin Franklin
in his story of his

what a]^ut the by-product, the odd

n^oin^ts?' Do ^u loiow tibat the'men

have miade gr^t Successes in tiis

5^1d' are ^e men that have used wisely

Use them, and you may find what many

them in early life with the fear ofan after-

of the greatest con

cerns have found,
that the real profit
is in the utilization

of the by-products.
Among the aim
less, unsuccessful
or worthless, you
often hear talk

about "killing

efforts along the

lines using the odd

who is always kill

ing time is really
killing his own
chances in life;

moments. In a hun

dred different ways

he managed to
make the extra

hours

useful

and

productive.
What a man does in his odd moments is

time."

The man

while the man who

is destined to suc
cess is the man who
makes time live

also to increase his .mental activity

The mind craves a change, and it often
does well the unusual thing, out of the
routine

tears.

The toil of peasants through the

burdened years.
The legacy of long disease thai preys
On bone and body in the after-days.
God's curses pour.
Until it shrivel with its votaries

And die away in its own fiery seas,

That nevermore

Its dreadful call of murder may be heard;

A thing accursed in very deed and word
From blood-drenched shore to shore!
" The Hymn of Hate," by Joseph Dana MiUer

by making it useful.^Arthur Brisbane.

child made more

noble and good by

a fear of Hell

Let Nature teac^

them the lessons of

good and proper

living, combined
with w abimdance
of well-balanced
nourishment.
Those children will
grow to be the best
men and women,

l^t the best in

them by contact
with the best out

side. They will ab

sorb it as a plant

absorbs the sunshine and the dew.

^Luther Burbank.

HAT is the good of prescribing to

art the roads that it must follow

To do so is to doubt art, which develops

normally according to the laws of Nature,

and must be exclusively occupied in'

responding to human needs. Art has
always shown itself faithful to Nature,
and has marched with social progress.
The ideal of beauty can not perish in a
healthy society; we must then give

Every minute that you save by making

world with souls groping in darkness, let

them see and feel the light. Do not teirity

That makes its glories out of women's

" Letting well enough alone" is a foolish

while the fool is himting for more."

Rear them, if possible, amid pleasant

surroundings. If they come into the

world. Never was^a

motto in the life of a man who wants to

get ahead. In the first place, nothing is

" well enough," if you can do better
No matter how well you are doing, do
better. There is an old Spanish proverb
which says, " Enjoy the little you have

souls drink in all that is pure and sweet.

All these I hatewar and its panoply.

The lie that hides its ghastly mockery.

not only apt to bring him profit; it is apt

The energetic American ought to turn

this proverb upside down and make it
lat^ of ^ has aregular day's work that read, " While the fool is enjojring the
he dit^iin a iputiiie, more or less-mechanlittle he has, I will hunt for more."
m,
He do his clerking, his The way to hunt for more is to utilize
wxiti^i. his type^ting, or whatever it ^ your odd moments.
e^ds it.

leading theology. Do not feed children

on a maudlin sentimentalism or dogmatic
religion; give them Nature. Let their

life shows an end

less number of such

roi3m<mt >

S^y ibe, so nwny hours per day. And

Think of the odd quarter of an hour in

the morning before breakfast, the odd
half-hour after breakfast, remember the
chance to read, or figure, or think with
concentration on your own career, that
comes now and again in the day. All ot
these opportunities are the by-products
of your daily existence.

liberty to art, and leave her to herself.

Have confidence in her; she will reach
her end, and if she strays from the way
she will soon reach it again; society
itself will be the guide. No single artist,

not Shakespeare himself, can pr^cribe

to art her roads and aims.Dostoievski.

BELIEVE emphatically in religion.

God made religion, and man made

it useful, more profitable, is so much

added to your life and its possibilities.
Every minute lost is a neglected by

and man the town. I have the largest

productonce gone, you will never get

83rmpathy for religion, and the larg^t

it back.

contempt I am capable of for a mis

theology, just as God made the country

P| BOVE the indistinguishable roar of

the many feet I fed the presence of

the Sim, of the immense forces of the

universe, and beyond these the sense of
the eternal now, of the immortal. Full

aware that all has failed, yet, side by

side with the sadness of that knowledge,

there lives on in me an unquenchable

belief, thought burning like the sun, that
t^ere is yet something to be found, some
thing real, something to give each
separate personality sunshine and flow

ers in its own existence now. Something

to shape this million-handed labor to an

end and outcome, leaving accumulated

sunshine and flowers to those who shall

succeed. It must be dragged forth by

might of thought from the immense

forces of the xmiverse.^Richard Jefiries.

There is a chord in every he^ that has

a sigh in it if touched aright.Ouida.

*mmBRSr in/BBARD*S
The children ofthe Ghetto possess all the
qualities which make for noble man

one, and it is ^e children

hood and womanhood; but the Ghetto

itself, like an infuriated tigress turning
on its young, turns upon and destroys all
these qualities, blots out the light and
lau^ter, and moulds those it does not
kill into sodden and forlorn creatures,
uncouth, degraded, and wretched below

dancing in the street when

the organ-grinder goes his

rpimil Xt is foscinating to watc^ them,

i|e; $^-bom, the next generation,

^rayu^ and stepping, with pretty little

ra^Smes and graceful inventions all

ollm, mth muscles that move

swi^y wd easily, and bodies that leap

aMy* 'v^ying rhythms never taus^t in
I iave tedk^: with tiiese diildren, here,

^^d ev^tywh^e, and th^ struck

l^jisit^g bri^t asother children, and

m n^y wiays eyen brighter. They have

a<^ve litde ima^nations. Their

rapaci^^ for prbjectwg themsdves into

^
of ipmance and fantasy is re$ii?^ble^ A joyous life is romping in
blooS
ddi^t in music, and
and cplipr, and very often they

b^^y a starring .beauty of face and

foi^ kndf^ their filth cmd rags.
thwe is a Pied Pq)er of London

iro^ who steds them all away. They

d^ppear. (^e ni^er Sees them again,

OT ^y^^g
them^You may
Iwk for l^em in vain among the generof gi^vm-ups. Here you will find
stolid imndsi Grace, beauty, imaginaare

see

^OOjFC

HERB is one beautiful sifi^t

in the East End, and only

Soteetimes^ howler, you nu^

woixuua, not necess^y old, but

tvriltid' i^d

of ail woman-

hoo4^ blj^ed imd' drunken, lift her

the beasts of the field.^Jack Liondon.

^

^HEN we succeed in adjusting our

social structure in such a way as to
enable us to solve soci^ questions as fast
as they become, really pressing, they
will no longer force their way into the
theater. Had Ibsen, for instance, had
any reason to believe that the abuses to
which he called attention in his prose

plays would have been adequately at

tended to without his interference, he

would no doubt have gladly left them

alone. The same exigency drove William
Morris in En^and from his tapestries,

his epics; and his masterpieces of print

ing, to tiy and bring his fellow-citizens
to their senses by the summary process
of shouting at them in the streets and in
Trafalgar Square. John Ruskin's writing
began with Modern Painters, Carlyle
began with literary studies of German
culture and the like; both were driven to

become revolutionary pamphleteers. If

people are rotting and starving in all
directions, and nobody else has the
heart or brains to make a disturbance

about it, the great writers must.

George Bernard Shaw.

dfas^^i ddrte and execute a feW

tesque and lun^^

st^ upon the

payenueiltift is a ttt t^t ibe was once

rae of
c^#en who dsmced to the

or^an-^g^defii^dsei^ot^ue andlum-

beHrig, steps^^
t^t is left of tlie.
of c^d&sod. In the befogg^
'recedesof her 'bram'hasansen a dieting

flo^xnpiy #at^^e was once a gibl. The

Lit^ gufte ^e

her, alteut her,, ^tfe the pret^

^^c^

r^Ub^^ b^t

tRY one now believes that there

is in a man an animating, niling,

diaracteristic essence, or spirit, which is

himself. This spirit, dull or bri^t, petty

or grand, pure or foul, looks out of the

ores, sounds in the voice, and appears in
the manners of each individusd. It is

what we call personality.

-Chas. W. Eliot.

uo

Sle^ hath its own world, a boundary

she ,pants for w^th, ei^auSt^, ^d

iMitween the things misnamed death and

eristence.-B3rron.

nu)ro than pe^y mtih

stufi^lira cm^

iittie^g^i^danc^

t>^y. Thra

But the

Reason is the life of the law.Coke.

DON'T know what I would

and most of the suffering in the world.

do if I had only "two min

utes to live," or what mes
sage I should give to the
world. If I really thought I
had only that time to live, I should like
to take time to think up a fine and noble
message so that my last words might

have Ae dignity of those we have read

about, which prob
ably were n't last
words at all.

However, I think

if I had the power

to do what I wish
to do for human

ity, I would give to

every person the
ability to put him
self into the place
of every other per
son in the world.

C In this way he
would

have

that

education, that
culture which

comes of the high

est quality of im
agination, and that
quality, I take it,
has been most per
fectly exemplified

in the poets and

Brand Whitlock.

beseech Thee, Lord, to behold us

viywith favor, folk of many fa^ies

and nations, gathered together in the

peace of this roof; weak men and women,

subsisting under the covert of Thy

patience. Be patient still; suffer us yet
awhile longer

So he died for his faith. That is fine,

More than most of us do.

But, say, can you add to that line

That he lived for it, too?
In his death he bore untness at last

As a martyr to the truth.

Did his life do the same in the past.
From the days of his youth?
It is easy to die. Men have died
For a wish or a whim

From bravado or passion or pride.

Was it harder for him?
But to liveevery day to live out
All the truth that he dreamt.
While his friends met his conduct with
doubt

And the world with contempt.

Was it thus that he plodded ahead.
Never turning aside?
Then we'll talk of the li)e that he lived*
Never mind how he died,
** Life and Death," by Ernest Crosby

saviors of the race,

in that they were

able to feel and suffer what others were

feeling and suffering, and when we come

to a time when we realize just what the
other fellow is suffering we will be moved

Page 43

with

our

broken

purposes of good,
with our idle en

deavors against
evil suffer us

awhile longer to en
dure, and (if it
may be) help us do
better. Bless to us

oui

extraordinary

mercies; if the day

come when these

must be taken*

have us play the

man under afflic

tion. Be with our

friends;

be

with

ourselves. Go with

each of us to rest;
if any awake, tem
per to them the
dark hours of

watching; and

when the day re

turns to us, our

sun and comforter, call us up with

morning faces and with morning hearts
eager to laboreager to be happy, if
happiness shall be our portion^and it

by the desire to help him, and when we

are moved by the desire to help him we

the day be marked for sorrowstrong

to endure it." An Evening Prayer,"

come to a time when we see that this

by Robert Louis Stevenson.

help must be administered intelligently,

and ultimately we realize that it is the
denial of equality, the denial of liberty,
political and economic, in the world
which is tiie cause of most of its suffer

ing. If we had a world made up of people

possessing this quality of imagination,
this kind of culture, we would soon do
away with the causes of involuntary

poverty, and to do away with involimtary poverty would mean to do away

with practically all the crime and vice

frtKEN I would beget content and

increase confidence in the power

and wisdomand providence of Almighty
God, t will walk the meadows by some
gliding stream, and there contemplate
the lilies that take no care, and ^ose
very many other little living creatures
that are not only created, but fed (man
knows not how) by the goodness of the
God of Nature, and therefore trust in
llim.Izaak Walton.

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'^LBBRT flUBBARD^S

Page 4S

HAVE no special regard for

-HE so-called artistic temperament

Satan, but I can at least

^favor, on accountof his not

explains the failure of innumerable

talented men and women who never get
over the frontier line of accomplishment.
Symptoms of the artistic temperament
should be fought to the death.

5^v^de. We have none but the evidence

Work, work, whether you want to or not.

I throw away a whole day's work some
times, but the simple effort of turning

daim that I have no pre

judice against him. It may
even be that I have been

a fair show. All rdigions issue

_ against him, but we never hear

^41 yet we have

f^dered the ver-

To my mind
is irregular. It

it

It is portentous, and a thing of state

That here, at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not

rest.
is un-Eogl^, it is Near
the old court-house pacing up and

W cpur^, Satan
xu|s #ine kind of a

ca^, it goes with

out ^ying. It may

be a poor one, but

%^at is nothing;
ithat cw be said

ateiut any of us.

^ n as I

can

at the facts I
undertake his

fj^abilitation mysdf, if I can find

down.

Or by his homestead, or in shadowed

yards
He lingers where his children used to
ploy*
Or through the market, on the wellworn stones

He stalks until the daum-stars burn

away,

A bronzed, lank man! His suit of

ancient black,

A famous high top-hat and plain worn

^ impolite pubshawl
li^^. It is a thing Make
him the quaint great figure that
w^^ we ought to
men love,
4p for anybody The prairie-laujyer, master of us all.

who is

under a

cl^d ^

We ffl^y iiot pay

'him! revi^^ce, for

fet would be in
discreet, but we

qto at least respect

his talents: A per-

He can not sleep upon his hillside now.

He is among us:as in times before!

And we who toss and lie awake for long

Breathe deep, and start, to see him
pass the door.
(Concluded on next page)

soip' wliuj h^, for untold centuries main

tained the imposing position of spiritual

h^d of fouTrfifths of the human race,

^d political he&d of the whole of it,

i^ust ^ granted' the possession of execu

tive abilities of tiie loftirat order. In his

presence the o^er popes and

out

has

kept

delights in their perfume, and writes his

murderous hand of man.

love in nosegays; while liie Indian child

The evil is moral evil. War is the con

centration of all human crimes. Here is

of the Far West daps his hands with

its distinguishing, accursed brand. Under

its standard gather
violence, malignity,

glee as he gathers the abundant blossoms

^the

illuminated

hind. You can not

work an hour at

lust. If it only slew

men, it would do

Too many peasants fight, they know

anything without
leamingsomething.
[ The matter of
giving life to the
pages of a novel

little. It turns man

is the result of
industrious study
of human beings.

Writing is the re
sult of thinking
about things to
write about and

fraud,

per

into a beast ofprey.

Here is the evil of
warthat man, made
to be the brother,
becomes the dead

ly foe of his kind;

that

man,

whose

duty it is to miti

studying the details

ing his study and

of contempora

end; that man,

whose office it is
to avert and heal
the wounds which
come fromNature's

neous life, so that

you may set them

down, not imagina
tively but accu

rately. David

powers, makes re

Graham Phillips.

searches into Na
ture's laws, and
arms himself with
her most awful
forces, that he may
become the de
stroyer of his race.

tempted to
make war upon
another nation, we
shall remember

that we are seeking to destroy an element

of our own culture, and possibly its most
important element. As long as war is
regarded as wicked, it will always have
its fascination. When it is looked upon

as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.

Oscar Wilde.

you can force these slow-growing trees.

Thatisthe economyofAlmi^tyGod, that

Mark Twain.

all good growth is slow growth.Gaynor.

life and civilization, any more than

His head is bowed. He thinks on men

and kings.

can he sleep?
not why.

Toomany homesteads in black terror weep.

Thesins of all the war-lords bum his heart.
He sees the dreadnoughts scouring
every main.
He carries on his shawl-wrapped
shoulders now

The bitterness, the folly and the pain.

gate suffering,
makes the inflic
tion of his suffer

scriptoes

of

the

prairies.The Cupid

Yea, when the sick world cries, how

sh^e ^hi^i by ^e tail than any other

Inemb^ of the iliiurppean Concert.

the tomb. The Persian in the Far East

fidy, rapacity and

lUcannot force the growthofhiunan

I' wotjld rather see him and

injustice, the treachery, the

blesses flowers! They are wreathed

round the cradle, the marriage-altar and

rage,

would- like to see

ikdm.

crushed by the cruelty, the

BOW the imiversal heart of man

my steam up and
prevented me
from lagging be

politicians shrink to midgets for

nucrpscppe. I

HAT distinguishes war is,

not that man is slain, but
that he is slain, spoiled,

He can not rest until a spirit-dawn

Shall come; the shining hope of Europe
free;

The league of sober folk, the Worker^

Earth,

of the andent In-

doos tipped his ar

rows with flowers,
and orange-flowers
are a bridal crown

with us, a nation

of yesterday.
Flowers garlanded

the Gredan altar,

and hung in votive
wreath before the

Christian shrine.

AUthese are appro

priate uses. Flow

ers should deck the

brow of the youth

ful bride, for they
are in tiiemselves

a lovely t3T>e of
marriage. They

Bring long peace to Cornland, Alpand Sea.

should twine round

It breaks his heart that kings must murder

perpetually renew

still.

That all his hours of travail here for men

Seem yet in vain. And who unll bring
white peace

That he may sleep upon his hill again?

" Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight,"

Nor is this all. There is also found m war

a cold-hearted indifference to human
miseries and wrongs, perhaps more
shocking than the bad passions it calls
forth. To my mind, this contempt of
human nature is singularly offensive. To
hate expresses something like respect.
But in war, man treats his brother as
nothing worth; sweeps away himian
multitudes as insects; tramples them

down as grass; mocks at the rights, and

does not deign a thought to their woes.
William Ellery Channing.

by Vachel Lindsay

the tomb, for their

ed beauty is a sjnnbol of the resxuxec-

tion. They should

festoon the altar,
for their fragrance
and their beauty
ascend in perpet

ual wor^ip before

the Most High.^L. M. Child.

HEN you get into a tight place and

everj^ing goes against you, till it

seems as though you could not hold on a

minute longer, never give up then, for

that is just the place and time that the
tide will turn.^Harriet Beecher Stowe.

ESPISE not any man, and do not

spurn anjrthing; for there is no man

that hasnothis hour, nor is there anything

that has not its place.^Rabbi Ben Azai.

*mSBRT fWBBAIU>*S

#^#L#

majesfy ofsuffering labor

is no Icmger dumb: it speaks
now with a million tongues,

break into a ^ower of verdiu-e, and give

from afar the signal for a renewal of all

land it asks the nations not

giving beam start the sap moving in all

the trees at once? For loJ in a single day
the. whole forest burst forth into a

dp^- the workers by an added

apd^p6ctition of wars.
you may ask how and when

in w^t form this longing for inter-

nal^iial' concord will express itself to

puipose.... I cano^y answer you

% a iMu^ll^le Which I leaned by frag

ments ij^m the legends of Merlin, the

mae#^, bm the Arabian Nights, and

^m a b^k that is still unread.

upon a time there was an en-

dginted' forest. It had been stripped of

1^1 ve^ur^ it Was ^d and forbidding.

ti^i tci^' by the bitter winter
Wted t^t never ce^ed, struck one
fiiipth!^ jxnth a sound as of breakmg

^i^en at la^, after a long series

^ freezing n^ts abd sunless days that
see&i^' like nights, all living things

troo^lc^^^

firet call of spring, the

ip tmve wit^ them. And the solitary

ij^d ibitttf ^irit that had its dwdling

hard bark of eadh of them

ve^ low, wit^ a shudder that came

up from #e deeped ix>ots:

Have a care(

H thw ^ the fim to risk jddding to

tfee i^ing of the new sea^, if thou art
the
to turn thy lance-like buds into

:blpssbt|^ an^ lea^* theif ddicate

magnificent flowering of joy and peace.

^Jean Leon Jaurte.

JOIN with you most cordially in

rejoicing at the return of peace. I
hope it will be lasting, and that man
kind will at length, as they call them

selves reasonable creatures, have reason

enough to settle their differences with

out cutting throats; for, in my opinion,

there never was a good war or ^a bad

peace. What past additions to the TOnveniences and comforts of life might

mankind have acquired, if the money

spent in wars had been employed in

works of utility! What an extension of

agriculture, even to the tops of t^e

mountains; what rivers rendered Mvig-

able, or joined by canals; what bridg^,

aqueducts, new roads, arid other public

works, educes and improvements, ren

dering England a complete paradise,

mi^t not have been obtained by spend
ing those millions in doing good, which in
the last war have been spent in doing

mischief-r-in bringing misery into thou

sands of families and destrosring the lives

of so many working people, who might

have performed the usefiil labors.

^Franldin.

x#Q^t will be torn by the roug^ blows

tf^ it^t have bera slower to put

forth leaves^ a^ flowers*"

^d the pr^di ,aiid CKlantholy spirit

;^t was|h^ upm

thegxeat Dniid-

M' osk t^ke to its tree mth peculiar

t^n^ence: " Md wStthou, too, s^ to

jo^ ^e ^v^^ Ipve^feast, t^u whose

itoble branches ihave beto biroken by the
storm? " a t f '

^us, ia ^ ^di^ted fdi^, mutu^

distrust droY^ back-

Mpj anidt pro^

longed' l^e d^uMihi'iyce wint# evi^ ^er

caili Of ipm^.

XT is a glorious privilege to live, to'

know, to act, to listen, to behold,

to love. To look up at the blue sunmier

sky; to see the sun sink slowly beyond

the line of the hori2on; to watch the

worlds come twinlding into view, first
one by one, and the mjrriads that no
man can coimt, and lo! the universe is
white with them; and you and I are

ment of life, increases our

desire of living. Those dan

gers which, in the vigor of

youth, we had learned to
despise, assimie new terrors as we grow
old. Oiir caution increasing as our years
increase, fear becomes at last the pre
vailing passion of the mind, and the

BLIEVBme,everymanha8hi88ecret

was ^e grim chann

sorrows, which the world knows

brpke^? Bidi sonw tree Bnd ^ cpura^

to act^^one; Ute;^ose
poplardth^

riot; and oftentimes we call a man cold

he is only 8ad.~Lcmgfellow.

^HAT if I differ from some in rdig-

ious apprdbensions? Am I therefore

incompatible with human societies? I
know not any unfit for political society
but those who maintain principles sub
versive of industry, fiddity, justice and
obedience. Five things are requisite for

a good officer; ability, dean hands, dis

patch, patience and impartiality.

WOli^ Penn.

small remainder of

life is taken up in
useless

efforts

to

keep off our end, or

provide for a con
tinued existence
Whence, then, is
this increased love

of life, which grows

upon us with our

years? Whence
comes it that we

thus make greater

efforts to preserve
our existence at a

period when it be
comes scarce worth

the keeping? Is it
that Nature, atten
tive to the preser
vation of mankind,

The streets are full of human toys.

Wound up for threescore yeafs;

STRONG Ufo
is like that ot

Their springs are hungers, hopes,and

joys.

And jealousies and fears.

hands;

' They are rnarvellously dressed;

And here my body stirs or stands,

Worn out and thrown away.

Why were they ever made at aU!

Wio sits to watch the playt
** Playthings,'* by RobertLouisStevenson

ination in the spoil? Life would be insup

infirmities, feared death no more than

when in the vigor of manhood: the
numberless calamities of deca3dng Na

can also go forth

sea. We ought to

The toys are played with till theyfaU,

portable to an old man, who loaded with

sharein its strength

and disdpline, but
alone to the soli
tude of the infinite

A plaything like the rest.

increases our wishes to live, while she

lessens our enjoyments; and, as she robs
the senses of every pleasure, equips imag

a ship of war whidi

has its own place
in the fleet and can

They move their eyes, their lips, their

belong to society,
to haveour place in

it and yet be capa

ble of a complete
individual exis
tence outside of it.
^P. G. Hamerton.

Happiness in this world, when it

comes, comes inddentally. Make it
the object of pursuit, and it leads us a
wild-goose chase, and is never attained.

Follow some other object, and very pos

sibly we may find t^t we have cau^^t
happiness without dreaming of it; but
likdy enough it is gone the moment we

ture, and the consciousness of surviving

say to oursdves, " Here it isl"Uke the

chest of gold that treasure-sedcers find.

with his own hand to terminate the

scene of misery: but happily the con

^Nathaniel I&wthome.

every pleasure would at once induce him

tempt of death forsakes him at a time

when it could only be prejudicial, and

life acquires an imaginary value in pro
portion as its real value is no more.
Oliver Goldsmith.

here.^Marco Morrow.

^V^ ha^p^id'^ last? ^ v^at mysiiatous

,GE, that lessens the enjoy

life? Or did a warmer and more life-

to increase the ills which

b^i^ of mistirust and hate, by wars

within

Page 47

He who would do some great thing in

this short life must apply himself to

HOR those who seek Truth and would

follow her; for those who recognize

Justice and would stand for her, success
is not the only thing. Success I Why,

'"Falsehood has often &at to give; and

Injustice often has that to give. Must not
Tmth and Justice have something to

work with such a concentration of his

give that is^eir own by proper rig^t

^eirs in essence, and not by acddent?

forces as, to idle spectators, who live only

to amuse themselves, looks like insanity.

every one who has fdt their exaltation

^Parkman.

That they have, and not here and now,

knows.^Henry George.

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Page 49

ALBERT HUBBAKD'S
we say a man or a
we know is a thor-

DAY is your day and mine, the

>nly day we have, the day in which

)U^-bred, we pay to him

we play our part. What our part may

signify in the great whole we may not
understand; but we are here to play it,

her the greatest comliment of which we are

is not in the vocabulary

of pleasant terms a stronger word.

tite a stock-farm, the home of highgrade horses or ca^e,'and you vH31 see
l^t the physical signs of the thorou^toed are &e eyes and an erect bearing.'
These are the symbols of a hi^, gener(^ spint

The keeper of the stock-farm will tell

that a thoroughbred never whines.
Ow illustrated this to me by swinging a
(log ^und by the tail. The creature

and now is our time. This we know: it

is a part of action, not of whining. It is a

part of love, not cgniicism. It is for us
to express love in terms of human
helpfiilness.^David Starr Jordan.
perfect historian is he in whose

%jyork the character and spirit of an

age is exhibited in miniature. He relates

no fact, he attributes no expression to

hischaracters,which is not authrati^ted

by sufficient testimiony
By judicious

in pain, but no sound escaped him.

" You see," said the keeper, " they
nevw complain. It ain't in 'em. Same

selection, rejection and arrangemen^ he

gives to truth tiiose attraction^ which

way when a stable, bums. It ain't the

horses that scream when they 're

rative a due subordination is observe^:

bmim'. It *8 the worst."

AH this is quite as true of the human

The visible signs of the

in^sible ^irit are the ^es that are

8|rady-and shoulders that are strai^t.
No burdra except possibly the we^t ot

have beenusurped by fiction. In his nar

some transactions are prominent; otliers

retire. But the scale on which he^

sents them is increased or dimimsh^

of God

Parade

Look! He is now stretching forth his

hands. We incline our heads. He is pronoimdng the Benediction over us in a

I dept badly last night, and am feeling

imeasy and limp.
And now we are sitting close-packed in

Merciful. He is

Tlie organ is play

ing a volunta^.
I
back

am leaning
and

strain

ing my ears for the

sounds in the

dim twilight of the

building
Childhood's days
rise before my eyes
again. I am watch
ing a littie solemnfaced boy sitting
crouched in a cor

ner and listening

Under the wide and starry sky

Dig the grave and let me lie;

Glad did I live and gladly die.
And I laid me down with a witt,
\

ci^te the condition of society and the

his ^es meet yours in honest fashion,

ly^use he neither fears, nor has been
lE&amed, at the bar of his own soul.

us also the nation. He considers no

anecdote, no peculiarity of inanner, no

the camp and the senate. But he shows

familiar sajring, as too signific^t for

" Requiem," byRobert Louis Stevenson

The priest is standing in front of

tion devoutly. The dioir in the gallery is

chanting the responses. The organ thimders out and floods through the building
majestically. I am rapt in an ecstasy of
sweet terror, for the Lord God is coming

down upon us. He is standing before me

and touching my body, so that I have to

his notice wUch is not too

is thOToiii^breds do, that to tell troubles

is to multiply th^, and to lock them in

ficant to illustrate the operation <

He never tal^ about what Fate

Men will not merely be described, but

and done with, as youth itself is past and

t e done to him. He knows he is master

will be made intimately known to us.

Strange! After all these years of doubt

and xmbelief, at this moment of lucid
consciousness, the atmosphere of de-

l^e bre^t is to diminish and finally end

ofihis own d^tmy. ^e never bewails the

#!^tment liu has received from another,
f# he ktows no one can do him lasting
himself.^Ada Patterson.

laws, of religion, and of education, aim

to mark the progress of the huinan mmd.
^Macaulay.

ideal life is in our blood and

\^ever will be still. Sad will be the

day for any man when he becomes con

fact ia, that civilization re-

tented with the thou^ts he is think

ing and the deeds he is doing,^where

do ^ ugly, horrible, uninteresting

culture and contemplation be-

there is not forever beating at the doors

of his soul some great desire to do some
thing larger, which he knows that he

;^^uir^ slaves. The Greeks were

^te ii^t th^e. Unless tliere are slaves
lalin^ impdsisible. Huinan ^veiy

u wrm^ iiitsecufe, and dec^aUztng.

^
^

mechairi^ ^ve^, on the davery

madiine, the future of the world

was meant and made to do.

Phillips Brooks.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Shakespeare.

fail us; he is bles

sing the wire

drawn guns on
their patent Tecoilless carriages; he

precious cartridge,

i^^les to himsdf, having discovered,

insigni

that they may not'

Here he lies where he longed to be; lest a sini^e bullet

Home is the sailor, home from sea, be wasted, lest any
pass idly throu^
And the hunter home from the hill. the
that eadi

the altar, and is intoning the E^orta-

vice

blessing our rifles

This be the verse you gravefor me: is blessing every

ing to the degree in whi<^ they elunature of man. He shows us the <urt,

voice that echoes from the tomb. He is

blessing us in the name of God, the

chiu'ch

not according to the dignity o*

persons concerned in them, but accord

that pale man in his long, dignified black

gown, toward that sonorous, unctuouis
mouth, from whose lips flows the name

Sunday, is full dress Church

to the divine ser

n^y years bends his Moulders, and

4(He never complains. He keeps his

B rejoined the Colors on Fri

day. On Monday we are to
move out. Today, being

dose my eyes in a terror of shuddering

ecstacy. . . .

That is long, long ago, and is all past

done with....

voutness, long since dead, possesses me,

and thrills me so passionately that I can

hardly resist it. This is the same heavy
twilight^these are the same yeamihg

angel voices^the same fearful sense of

one may account

for a hundred

human beings, may shatter a hundred

human beings simultaneously.

Father in Heaven! Thou art gogrngdown
at us in such terrible silence. Dost Thou

Judder at these sons of men? Thou poor

and slig^t^God! Thou couldst only rain
Thy paltry pitch and sulphur on Sodom

and Gomorrah. But we, Thy children,

whom Thou hast created, we are going
to exterminate them by hi^-pressure
machinery, and butcher whole cities in
factories. Here we stand, and while we

stretch our hands to Thy Son in prayer,

and cry Hosannah! we are hurling shdls
and shrapnel in the face of Thy Image,
and shooting the Son of Man down from
His Cross like a target at the rifle-butts.

[ And now the Holy Communion is

being celebrated. The organ is playing
mysteriously from afar off, and the flesh

and blood of the Redeemer is mingling

with our flesh and blood.

I pull myself together, and sit bolt up-

There He is hanging .on the Cross above

me, and gazing down upon me.
How pale those cheel^ look! And those

In the main and the side aisles below,

and in the galleries above, nothing but
soldiers in uniform, and all, with level

was this Christ-Who is to aid us, and

Whose blood we drink? What was it they

faces, turned toward the altar, toward

once taught us at school? Did^ Thou not

rapture 6^

ri^t on the hard wooden pew.

eyes are the eyes as of one dead! Who

CBIMBKr HUBBARD^S

Page $1

Astd didst Thou not die

My knees are still trembling under me.

|F we were to sin^e out the

whole human race? Stretch out

men who from the beginning

told me a story.

jai^ toward me. There is some-

We fall into line, and in our hob

nailed boots tramp in step down the

of our Colonial state until

t would foin ask of Thee.... Ahl

street toward the barracks. When I see

arms to the Cross,

mates marching beside me in their

matter-of-fact and stolid way, I feel

" Once, a long, long time agp, God,

fedin* tired, went to deep an' had a
nice wee nap on His throne. His head

# i&at: Thou canst not stretdb out a

is np; Iqfetger Thee to v^m. we pray.

adiamed, and call myself a wretched

coward. What a weak-nerved, hsrsterical
breed, that can no longer look at blood
without fainting I You neurasthenic off
spring of your sturdy peasant forebears,
who shouted for joy when they went out

iMk tiberel Iiobk therel It is he. The

to fight!

liWjpsW saint of a Christian Statel

I pTjJl myself together and throw my

us.

I & my esres on the corpsesee that He died long ago,

#at

k nothing more than wo^

;dian a puppet. Christ, k

look th^
Khan,

is he, the great Genghis

him we faiow ^ t he swept

aMj sra^ fflxd piled up pyramids ot

iBcins,

that is he. Let us heap up

mouatii^ of

saint! Do l^u

to l^y blood-drenched

iyte Miffited idiiove the skies of Asia,

ttujit

ixuay aw^ with us through the

cUi^diB; ^ t he lictay strike down the

aocUn^ natim tiU it writhes ^

1^' it never cik tm again. A red mist

sniliBbe^ m^ eyes. Of a suddeb I see
Imt bic^ before me. The heav^ Myt opened, and the. red flood
m thibueih the windows. i31ood

!wi^ up^ On tlte fdtar. llie walls run

blo^

the floor, and

Oddi ^e

head back.

I never was a coward, and eye for eye I

have always looked my man in the face,
and will so do thii^ time, too, happen
what may.Wilhelm Lamszus.

heads, and pile up

|yb^ of hum^ entrails. Great Gen^iis

bl^

stqps Out of the blood.

; 'EVi^ s^ite q{ ^ skin stands erect, his

'NOWUSDGE is essential to con

quest; only according to our igno

rance are we helpless. Thought creates
character. Character

dominate con

ditions. Win creates circumstances and

environment. Annie Besant.

XTableis only
assumed
that labor is avail
in connection with capital;
that nobody labors unless somebody else,
owningcapital, somehow by the use of it,

on ^e

1Miud^rm^muMier

^rd
dbiur^

in Heaven!

c^iens erfa^^

au
of heicnm boi# in^
a ibfeath ol tfcif. We have

^ our

andi at lien^s^ ,pa^ out

yield the liberties we demand." Foira

on the list is Thomas Jefferson, ^t
" arch-infidd," ashe has been term^ by

a chariot and a charioteer!'

" * Right ye are! *says he.Up com^ the

purtiest chariot in the dty of Heaven an'
the finest charioteer.

" ' Me boy,' ss^ God, * take a million

tons of th' choicest seeds of th** flowers of

Heaven an' take a trip around th' world
wi' them. Scatter them,' says He, *be th'
roadsides an' th' wild places of th' earth
where my poor live.'
" ' Aye,' says the charioteer, * that's jist
like Ye, Father. It's th' purtiest job of

m* afther-life an' I '11 do it findy.'

** 'It's jist come t' Me in a dream,' says
th' Father, ' that the rich have all the

flowers down there and the poor have

nown at all."

At this point I got in some questions

about G^'s language and the kind of

duce them to work by Aeir own con

to establish itsdf under our Mtionrf

" Maybe it was a woman!"I ventured.

Constitution or in any wayto abridgethe

rights of consdence.Oscar S. Straus.

there."

it without their consent. Having pro

all laborers are either hired laborers

or what we call slaves.

Now, there is no such relation between

ciapital and labor as here assumed. . . .

Labor is prior to and independent of
moment . capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor,

apmit from myn^k

meddle in matters of conscience, and

who founded a State with that piteciple as its keystone. I would moition
second the Catholic, Lord Baltimore,
the proprietor of Maryland, to wlwiri
belongs the credit of having established
liberty in matters of worship which was
second only to Rhode Island. I would
name third the Quaker, William Penn,
whose golden motto was, " We must

' Here I am, Fatherl' said 1/Qdiad.

" * Michad, me boy,' says Godi * I want

ship, made it impossible for any church

Another mom^^ and my hi^d will

,1

leavened the mass of intolerance wher

ever the name of America is known, I
would mention first the Baptist, Roger
Williams, who maintained tiie pMciple
that the civil powers have no right to

" * Where's Michad? '

cq;>ital shall hire laborers, and thus in

ceeded so far, it is naturally concluded

;' ^4^

of men from civil interference, and have

came down an* covered Him up. Purty

soon He wakes up an' says He:

induces him to labor. This assumed, it

is next considered whether it is best that

;^ba^wa^> on ^tar, and islau|^; ^ r^ th^. coarse Up^rr^ere sits

of Bah^q^, and he butdiers
(cx^tioner raises
it dbove my head.

dom, who have made this coimtry of

ours the haven of refag^ from ecclesias
tical tyranny and persecution, who
have set an example more puissant than
army or navy for freeing the conscience

was in His han*s an' a wee white doud

flowers. > 9^

sent, or buy them and drive them to do

:I blo^i s^ds lo^Ote mev He seats him-

to fostering and securing religious free

some religious writers, who oveiwew

the established church in his own State,
and then, with prophetic statesman

and' hw dniP blood. A giant of

^' ^

the present time have most

eminently contributed

She drew me up <^ose beside her and

could never have existed if labor had

not first existed. Labor is the sup^or

of capita, and deserves much the higher

consideration.Abraham Lincoln.

To be seventy years young is sometimes

far more cheerful and hopeful than to
be forty years old.
Oliver Wendell Holmes.

like to be beholden to the great

metropolitan En^ish speech, the

sea which receives tributaries from every

region under heaven. I shoidd as soon

thinic of swimming across the Charles

River when I wish to go to Boston, as
of reading all my books in ongmals,
when I have them rendered for me m
my mother tongue.^Emerson.
FKHAT night there was an unusual
atmosphere in her comer. She had
a newly tallied cap on her head and her
little Sunday shawl over her shoulders.
Her candle was burning and the hearth
stones had an extra coat of whitewash.

"Well, dear," she said, "He spakes

Irish t' Irish people, an' the diarioteer
was an Irishman."

" Aye, but there's no difference up

" Th' flowers," die said, " were prim
roses, buttercups, an' daisies, an' th'
flowers thatbe handy t* th* poor, an' from
that day to this there's been flowers
a-plenty for all of us everywhere!"

" My Lady of the Chimney-Comer," by

Alexander Irvine.

IT is wdl for a man to respect his

own vocation whatever it is, and to
think himsdf bound to uphold it, and to
daim for it the respect it deserves.
Charles Didcens.
>

The rdi^ons of the world are the ejac

ulations of a few imaginative men.
Bmerson.

A l b e r t hubbard^s
UNDOWN is tiie hour for
many strange effects in light

Page S3

;HAT gives Anatole France his

lasting hold overliis hearers is not
his cleverness, but himself^the fact

flFE seems a perpetual sucjcession of events,, to which

and shadeenough to make

a colorist go delirious^long

that this savant who bears the heavy

spokes of molten silver sent

load of three cultures, nay, who is in

l^pizontally through the trees (now in

bri^test, tenderest green), each

to whom the whole life of the earth is but

Misery and happiness enter and make

an ephemeral eruption on its surface, and

who consequently regards all human

laws, their orbits, their principle of gravi

tation, are beyond man's grasp. Virtue

Ipf and branch of endless foliage a

himself a whole little culturethis sage,

mirade, then lying all prone on

the ycruthful-ripe.
mfntninable grass,
Preach about yesterdayPreacher!
and giving the
The time so far away:
bladi^ not only agWhen the hand of Deity smote and

ifreg!^ but invidliai q^lendor, in

ui^own to

^y other hour.

endeavor as finally
vain^this thinker,
who can see every

thing from innumerable sides

slew.

and might have

And the heathen plagued the stiff'

come to the con

clusion that things

necked Jew;
Or when the Man of Sorrow came,

Il l tove particiiiy flp^ where

And blessed the people who cursed His

in

Preach about yesterday. Preacher,

Not about today!

ing state ofmatters

was probably as

Preach'about tomorrow. Preacher!

Beyond this world's decay:
Of the sheepfold Paradise we priced

tried: that this

#e8e ^ects

pededioQ.
%iEmd splash
Uira qia the water,
many a rip-

pHn^g twinkle,
offset by the

rigidly deepen^g black-greeii

mUfky-transparent shadows

behind, and at

int^ds fdl along

me banto. These,

niame

TTifln should pro

claim himself a son

of the Revolution,

side with the work-

Christ;

Of those hot depths that shall receive

The goats who would not so believe
Preach about tomorrow. Preacher,

Walt Whitman.

X iiI ipj^d
Mil y
to live over again,
^ve made a rule to read

s^e ipiQei^ rad listen to some music

at least iee a week; for perhaps the

p^^ of my brain now atrophied would
^jugihave bem k^^ active throu^ use.
of tibese tastes is a loss of

'^^mei^, and inay po^ibly be into the intdlect, and more

p^ably to the mwal diaracter, by

enleebling^ the
part of our

liberty, throw
draw his sword
this is what mov^

(Concluded on next page)

emmfi the tr^ and along the

ingman, acknowl
edge his belief in

away his load and

Not about today!

graBS!
the sun Ibwers, give ejects
mbre jpecujto, metre and more superb,
linearly, ri^ rad dflggling-

the best, the exist

good as the un

When we pinned our faith to Jesus

frut diafts of horizontal fire

being bad at

a popular audience, this is what plam

people can understand and can pn^re. It

has shown them that behind the author

there dwells a man^behind liie great
author a brave man.Georg Brandes.

OVE is the river of life in this world.

Thmk not that ye know it who
stand at the little tinlding riU, the first
small fountain.

Not tmtil you have gone throu^ the

rocky gorges, and not lost the stream;

not until you have gone throu^ the

meadow, and the stream has widened
and deepened tmtil fleets could ride on
its bosom; not until beyond the meadow

you have come to the unfathomable

ocean, and poured your treasures into

its depthsnot until then can you

know what love is.

EMtw late thlA never.-^Dionysius.

Henry Ward Beecher.

man

submits.

We

never

know from which direction

the sudden blow will come.

only in constantly doing more

The
greatest good a man can do is to culti
vate himself, develop his powers, in
order that he may be of greater service
to humanity.^Marshall Fidd.
must leam that any person who

their exits, like unexpected ^ests. Their

conducts not to

happiness; nor
crime to

retribu

tion;consdencehas
one logic, fate an
other, andneither
coindde. Nothingis
foreseen. We live

confusedly and
from hand to
mouth. Conscience

truth, for the very love of truth alone,

is very definitdy
undermining his
Preach about the old sins. Preacher!
mental integrity.
And the old virtues, too:
It will be observ^

You must not steal nor take man's

that the mind of

You%ust not covet your neighbor*s

And woman must cling at every cost
To her one virtue, or she is lost

Preach about the old sins. Preacher!

Not about the new!

is the straight line,

life is the whirlwind

^ will not accept what he knows to be

which creates over

Preach about the other man, Preacher!

man's head either

black chaos or

The manof oaths, the man ofstrife.

the blue sky. Fate

does not practise
the art of grada

Who helps his mates tofret andshirk

When all they need is to keep at workr-

tions
Her wheel
turns sometimes so
fast that we can

The man we all can see!

The man who drinks and beats his wife.

Preach about the other man, Preacher!

Not about me!

constantly
hedged in and
cropped here
and there, it soon

leams to respect
artificial fences
more than free

dom for growth.

[ You have not
been a very do%
observer

hy Charlotte Perkins GUman

shrivel, become
commonplace,
mean,

the interval be

tween one revolution and another, pr

,the link between yesterday and today.
^Victor Hugo.
-

Greatspendersarebadlenders.^Franklin
6^

ACH and every man ought to interest himself in public affairs.

There is no happiness in mere dollars.
After they are acquired, one can use

but a very moderate amount. It is given

a man to eat so much, to wear so much,
and to have so much shelter, and more
he can not use. When money has sup

plied these, its mission, so far as the

individual is concerned, is fulfilled, and
man must look still fuller and higher.
It is only in wide public affairs, where
money is a moving force toward the
seneral welfare, that the possessor of it

of such

men if you have

not seen them

"To the Preacher,"

scarcelydistinguish

such a person
gradually stops
growing, for, being

without

influence, without friends and without

the enthusiasm of youth and growth,
like a tree covered with fungus, the
foliage diseased, the life gone out of the
heart with dry rot, and indelibly marked

for

destructiondead,

but not yet

handed over to the undertaker.

^Luther Burbank.

|AN is incomprehensible without

Nature, and Nature is incompre
hensible apart from man. For the delicate
loveliness of the flower is as much in the

human eye as in its own fragile petals,

and the splendor of the heavens as much
in the imagination that kindles at the

touch of their glory as in the shining of

countless worlds.

Hamilton Wright Mabie,

can possibly find pleasure, and that / Iwouldratherbesickthanidle.Seneca.

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'OSLBBKT aVBBARD*S
TOPLB 8^ to me, " Wdl,

which the man ambitious to shine as a

Lyeff mkolaevitdi, as far as

preadung goes, you preadi;
but how about your prac

professional humorist can pass.

tice?"

is a perfectly natural one;

^ is ^WQ^ put to me, and it always

^ixts my iiu>uth. "You preach," it is

sai^ bpt how do you live? "
f
^y reply that I do not preach,

jiaMo^tlly aa I desire to do so.

I< 0i^t p^db throi^ my actions, but

are bad. That which I say

fs^t ipireadu^ it is only my attempt

to find
the nm^tiing and ^e signifi-

George Ade.

HERE have I come from, where did

vlx you pick me up? " the baby asked

its mother.

C She answered, half-crsring, half-laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast:
" You were hidden in my heart as its
desire, my darling.

^t

is no reasonable life outside

w C h r i s t , and if you love a

f^ip#le life, why do you not fulfil

,
(^ufisd^ in^pcepts? ** I
guilty

ind^

rad contemptible b^

^use I

mt fulfil thdbi: but at the

^c^lanatjo^ of my inccmsistency~
ndw Uining, and 3rou will see that I

^ijtigfing td ftilfil. I have not^t is true^

OTe dl^ty-thousandth part, and

5to' blame fbr it; but it is not be-

gaui^ I do not wish to fulfil aU, but

p^use 1 ^ i^ble. Teadi me how to
M^<^e mys^ firom the meshes of
i tenqptaLtioii in wliidi I

lidp me^^ I
^

i^t '/cbm^:

entanided

ftiim an. Condemn

do iJiat myself

aM not the path

and wMdi I ^int

/ out
who a& me where, in my
1opmitm, the patii is/'-^w Tolstoy.
^

pleiiEe where humor

,more

^;^

in

If you can^ only

;/ ' s h o t undi^ ai|Qm%. funny bone

i(7?^U
t^e deadly work and can

(ijV^tttfest h^i ,in whatci^ yon have to

; o^
^ecfssi^ 0 say^

;:

lu)

ady^-

"^tcf must s^walsra; ^y th^, is a

in the %dning 6f ^e

I t o r ittus re^sc^ I b^eve

/' i'lithjEit ithe,iiradtiiid'' ciiCiaHwinfiieAtmp^

is .one

the least gesture will call fiorth the pres

dark cloud. It is the Morn

ence of the soul with all its treasure. It

ing and the Evening Star.

It shines upon the cradle of

means that the beauty that turns into

love is undisting^shable from the love
that turns into beauty. It means to be
able no longer to tell where the ray of a
star leaves off and the kiss of an ordinary
thought begins. It means that each day
will reveal to us a new beauty in that

the

babe,

and

sheds

its

radiance upon the quiet tomb. It is the

mother of Art, inspirer of poet, patriot

and philosopher. It is the air and light of

every heart, builder of every home,
kin(Uer of every fire on every hearth. It

mysterious angel, and that we ^all walk

" You were in the dolls of my child

It fills the world with melody, for Music

together in a goodness that shall ever

become more and more living, loftier and

hood's games; and when with day I

made the image of my god every morn
ing, r made and unmade you then.

is the voice of Love. Love is the magi

loftier.^Maeterlinck.

cian, the enchanter, that changes worth

less things to joy, and makes right royrf

'/f^HERISHthespirit ofour people and

kings and queens of common clay. It is

the perfume of the wondrous flower^the

be too severe upon their errors, but re

'* You were enshrined with our house

pftxn^s^ to me, " If you think

OVE is the only bow on life's

hold deity;in hisworship I worshiped you.

'* In all my hopes and my loves, in my

life, in the life of my mo^er, you have

lived

was the first to dream of immortality.

heartand without that sacred passion,

that divine swoon, we are less than

beasts; but with it, earth is heaven and

we are gods.^Robert G. Ingersoll.

* In the lap of the deathless Spirit who

rules our home you have been nursed for
ages."^Rabindranath Tagore.

J^HOUSANDs'tf^annels there are

j^<HEN, and indeed for many years

soul may sail even imto our thoughts.

Above all is there the wonderful, central

%=

after, it seemed as though there was

no end to the money needed to carry on
and develop the business. As our suc
cesses began to come, I seldom put my
head upon the pUlow at night without
speaking a few words to myself in this
wise:

" Now a little success, soon you will fall

down, soon you will be overthro^.

Because you ^ve got a start, you think

you are quite a merchant; look out, or

jrou will lose your headgo steady."
These intimate conversations with mysdf, I am sure had a great influence on
my life.John D. Rockefeller.

through which the beauty of our

channel of love. For is it not in love that

are foxmd the purest elements of beauty

that we can offer to the soul? Some there
are who do thus in beauty love each
other. And to love thus means that, little

by little, the senseof ugliness islost; that

one's eyes are closed to all the littlenesses

of life, to all but the freshness and vir

ginity of the very humblest of souls.

Loving thus, we can no longer have any

thing to conceal, for that the ever-present
soul transforms all things into beauty.

If is to behold evil in so far only as it

purifies indulgence, and teaches us no

longer to confound the sinner with the

V_x keep alive their attention. Do not

claim them by enlightening ^em. If

once they become inattentive to public

affairs, you and I, and Congress and
Assemblies, judges and governors, shall
all become wolves. It seems to be the

law of our general nature, in spite of

individual exceptions; and experience
dedares that man is the only animal
which devours his own kind; for I can
apply no milder term to the governments

of Europe, and to the gener^ prey of the

rich on the poor.^Thomas JefFerson.

XDO not despise genius^indeed,

I wish I had a basketful of it instead

of a brain, but yet, after a great deal of

experience and observation, I have be

come convinced that indust^ is a better

horse.to ride than genius. It may never
carry any one man as far as genius has

carried individuals, but industry^pa

tient, steady intelligent industry^will
carry thousands into comfort and' even
into celebrity, and this it does with

try boy goes to the city, marries his

employer's daughter, enslaves some hun
dreds of his fellow humans, gets rich, and
leaves a public library to his home town.
H The new idea of romance: To undo
some of the mischief done by the old
id^ of romance.-Seymour Demuig.

ourselves all those about us who have

attained an eminence where failure has

absolute certainty; whereas genius often

refuses to be tamed and managed, and
often goes with wretched morals. If you
are to wish for either, wish for industry.

become impossible: heights whence a

^Julian Rcdph.

X THINK the first virtueistorestrain

intention that hovers about us into

to tlie gods who knows how to be silent,

^1 that is beautiful in earth, heaven or

soul, to the banquetoflove. It means that

y^HE old idea of romance: The coun-

the tongue; he approaches nearest

eyi^ thout(h he is in the rig^t.Cato.

sin

Loving thus do we raise on high within

paltry action has so far to fall that,

touching earth, it is compelled to yield
up its diamond soul. It is to transfomif
though edl imconsciously, the feeblest
illimitable movement. It is to summon

The more a man is educated, the more

is it necessary, for the welfiu-e of ^e

State, to instruct him how to make a

proper use of his talents. Education is

like a double-edged sword. It may be
turned to dangerous usages if it is not

properly handled.^Wu Ting-Fang.

*miMERSr HUBBARD *S
!U!AI#ITY is the life of conv^rsation; aiid he is as much
out who assumes to him-

sdf any part aboive another,

as he'who considers him-

none but the priest set apart for that

office could touch and not pollute, en
shrined in a cloud of glory, made
glorious through beauties not oiir own.

IFE appears to me to be too

short to be spent in nursing

Mrs. M. W. Shelley.

be, one and all, burdened

with faults in this world; but the time
will come when, I trust, we shall put
them off in putting oflF our corruptible
bodies: when debasement and sin will
fall from us and

l^ow the rest of society. Familiarity

^eiicns is saiidness: in superiors it

W' condescension; neither of which are

haye^ beiiig among companions, the

word implying that they are to
equal. When, therefore, we have
the company from all con-

^d^tipns of their equality or fortime,

it
immediately appear that, to

it happy and polite, there must'

nothmg be started wiUch shall discover

t^t our thoughts run upon any such

4lstini^ons

Heiice it will arise that

'l^^l^lOTce, must become the rule of

soieiety, Md he that is most obliging
must be most diveqting.

-Richard Steele.

hcu achieved success who has

^EAUTYis an all-pervading presence.

It imfolds to the numberless flowers

orthe Spring; it waves in the branches ot

the trees and in the green blades of
grass; it haunts the depths of the earth
and tlie sea, and gleams out in the hues

spire the creature:

T^e universe is its temple; and those

men who are alive to it can not lift their

eyes without feeling themselves encom

passed with it on every side. Now, this

beauty is so precious, the enjoyment it
gives so refined and pure, so congenial

without tenderest and noblest fedlinp,

living in the midst of it, and living

almost as blind to it as if, instead of this
fair earth and glorious sky, they were

ful to think of the midtitude of men as

Md/placiiag hid apart and

hto

him '^m his fdlows, look on

supenof in nature to sdl others.

Wie do

as we idolize the

Ppject of otw iffec^t-ions, db we idolize

q^^vm; if

^afate him from his

fdldWrr^il!Ms^ 80 do we separate ouran^l j^loiyiijg in belonging to him

^ otibec jdys> and g^ieilEt, to one hallowed

cir^e frpia^ whii^! eJl but his idea is

we wdk as if a mist, or some
!OTe potent ^ai^v divided us from
'but him;, ai sanctified victim, which

pable principle of

pure as when it left

the Creator to in
whence it came, it
will return, perhaps

to pass through
gradations ofglory.
C It is a creed in

which I delight, to
which I cling. It
makes Eternity a
rest, a mighty
home; not a terror

H'IRST ofall, we must observe that in

all these matters of human action

the too little and the too much are alike

ruinous, as we can see (to illustrate the

spiritual by the natural) in matters of

strength and health. Too milch and too.
little exercise alike impair the strength,
and too much meat and drink and too

little both alike destroy the health, but

These I have loved:

White plates and cups, clean-gleaming.

Ringed with blue lines; and feathery,
faery Just;
Wet roofs, beneath the lamplight; the
strong crust

Offriendly bread; and many-tastingfood;

Rainbows; and the blue bitter smoke of
wood;

And radiant raindrops couching in cool

flowers;
And flowers themselves, that sway
through sunny hours.

Dreaming of moths that drink them

under the moon;

Then, the cool kindliness of sheets, that

soon

Smooth away trouble; and the rough

tenants of a dungeon. An infinite joy is

lost to the world by the want of culture

and an abyss. Be
sides, with this
creed

of this spiritual endowment. The great

heart, degradation
never too deeply

Of blankets; grainy hair; live hair; that is

Shining and free; blue-massing clouds;

est truths are wronged if not linked with

beauty, and they win their way most
surely and deeply into the soul when
arrayed in this their natural and fit
attire."W. E. Channing.

Mrs. A. J. Stanley.

XT ^4' that in love we idolize the

remain, the impal

setting sun, all overflow with beauty.

i5t^|igent mcoi^ and the love of little

i^droi; who has filled his niche and
accomplish^ his task; who has left the

naanoory w a brae<^ction.

only the spark will

life and thought,

and so akin to worship, that it is pain

W I Improved poppy, a perfect poem

ot a r^ui^ soul; who has never lacked
application of ea^'s beauty or failed
|p e^^ it; whohas looked for the best
Ml Qtherai ^d given the best he had;
whose life w^' an inspiration; whose

animosity or in registering
wrongs. We are, and must

of the shell and the precious stone. And

not only these minute objects, but the
ocean, the moimtains, the clouds, the
heavens, the stars, the rising and the

.t-J Uved well, laughed often and loved

'Pudi; who has gained the reject of

world ^tter than he found it, whether

Page 57

HAT a place to be in is an old

library! It seems as if all the souls
of all the writers that had bequeathed
their labors to these Bodleians were

reposing here as in some dormitory, or

middle state. I do not want to handle, to

profane the leaves, their winding-sheets.

I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem
to inhale learning, walking amid their
foliage; and the odor of their old mothscented coverings is fragrant as the first
blopm ofthese sciential appleswhich g^rew

amidthe happyorchard.Charles Lamb.

revenge

never worries my

disgusts me, injus

tice never crushes
me too low: I live
in calm looking to
the end.Char
lotte Bronte.

'S it a fact, or
have I dreamt

male kiss

the keen

Unpassioned beauty of a great machine;

The benison of hot water; furs to touch;
The good smell of old clothes; and
others such

The comfortable smell offriendly fingers,

Haifs fragrance, and the musty reek
that lingers

About dead leaves and last yeafs ferns,

" The Great Lover," bff Rupert Brooke

it, that by means of

electricity the world of matter has be
come a great nerve, vibrating thousands
of miles in a breathless point of time?
Rather, the round globe is a vast head,
a brain, instinct with intelligence: or shall
we say it is itself a thought, and no
longer the substance which we dreamed
if.^Nathaniel Hawthorne.

Doubt whom you will, but never your

Sentiment is the poetry of the imagina

self.Bovee.

tion.^Lamartine.

the fitting amount

produces and pre
serves them. So,
too, the man'who
takes

his

fill

ot

every pleasure and

abstains from none

becomes a profli
gate; while he who
shuns all becomes
stolid and insus

ceptible.
^Aristotle.

^^AKE life too

seriously, and
what is it worth?

If the morning
wake us to no new

joys, if the evening

bring us not the
hope of new plea
sures, is it worth
while to dress and
undress? Does the
sun shine on me

today that I may

reflect on yester

day? That I may

endeavor to fore
see and to control
what can neither
be foreseen nor
controlled^the

destiny of tomorrow?Goethe.

eVEN the cleverest and most perfect

circumstantial evidence is likely to
be at fault after all, and therefore ought
to be received with great caution. Take
the case of Miy pencil sharpened by any
woman; if you have witnesses, you will
find she did it with a knife, but if you
take simply the aspect of the pencil, you
will say she did itwith her teeth.^Twain.

$9g4S8

'^LBBRar HUBBARD^S
AM the printing press, bom
of the mother earth. My
heart is of steel, my limbs
are of iron, and my fingers
are of brass.

I'j^ig the songs of the world, the ora-

of tustory, the symphonic of all

'

'

1 am the voice of today, the herald of

ipl^itbw. I weave into tiie warp of the
past tbe woof of the future. I tell the

'^pn^ ofpeaceand war alike.I makethe

; ^ I

tounm he^ beat with passion or teni stir the pulse of nations, and

j^^e tave men do braver deeds, and

foldi^^die.

^^tJMAN and mortal though we are,

^^we are, nevertheless, not mere in

sulate beings, without relation to past
or future. Neither the point of time nor
the spot of earth in which we phjrsically

live bounds our rational and intellectu^

enjoyments. We live in the past by a
knowledge of its history, and in the
future by hope and anticipation. By
ascending to an association with our
ancestors; by contemplating their ex

ample, and studying their character; by

partaking of their sentiments and im
bibing their spirit; by aiccompanying
them in their toils; by sympathizing in
their sufferings and rejoicing in their

I jrapire ^e ^dnight toiler, w^ary at

successes and their triumphs^we mingle

Mp

our own existence with theirs and seem

to lift his head again and gaze,

feaflle^ess, into the vast beyond.

I spe^, a myriad people

'l|strar;toiniy
The S^on, tJie Latin,

; ^

the Htm, the Slav, the Hindu,

to belong to their age. We become their

contemporaries, live the lives which

they lived, endure what $hey endured,

and part^e in the rewards which they
enjoyed.Daniel Webster.

Gompr^end m&

the tirele^ d^On of the news. 1

achieve what the world calls

success a man must attend strictly

jUpHj^g; I am lij^t, Itnowledge, power.

to business and keep a little in advance

I' ^ifonu2% the oonqueste of mind over

; m^
; I era tiie record of all things mankind

^; hM' ^(^ieved. My ofi&pring comes to

,^ ;y^ m' the c^dle-s glow, amid the dim

^ l|m^ of^vet^ the spliendor of riches;

, / at su^K, at higll noon and in the wan-

at

dy ybt# jays and sorrows every hour. I

the dullard's mind wilii thoughts

Mg werii^;
, l

the liaughter and tears of the

>; [iwbild,] Md I #41 never die imtil all

^U ^
to the imnmtable dust.
1 gm

pHnting-pfess.

;/

"-^RbbeffH. Davis.

y*^ W(lc^6t just jrour work

^ ^d no j^efbut a

;; 1/ l^v^ing's si^; ^t little mprie wWchi is

i^e f^t^ ^nd if youi suffer as

;(t.i r
and ifyoit d6ubt as yw nmst,
work, f^t your hea^ into it
do
i :, '^d the sl^ wUl
Thra piit of jrour
doul^
sulferi^ will be born
IJJv V^ s^^e joy ^ iife.^^-^ean Briggs.

'freem^' 'We the wotst of

' , .'.i':; ^aves^^^arriok.

wsmwr'

J300IC

of the times.

1 Every man should make up his mind

that if he expects to succeed, he must

give an honest return for the other

INE as friendship is, there

is nothing irrevocable about

Y son, remember 3rou have to work.

, WhetJier you handle pick or whed-

it. The bonds of friendship

barrow or a set of books, digging ditches

or editing a newspai>er, ringing an

are not iron bonds, prqoi

against the strongest of
strains and the heaviest of assaults. A
man by becoming your friend has not

committed himself to all the demand

which you may be pleased to make upon

Grasp an idea and work it out to a

successful conclusion. That's about all
there is in life for any of us.
^Edward H. Harriman.
s>

XNASMUCH as most good things

are produced by labor, it follows

that all such things ought to belong to
those whose labor has produced them.
But it has happened in all ages of the
world that some have labored, and others,
witliout labor, have enjoyed a large pro
portion of the fruits. This is wrong, and
^ould not continue. To secure to each
iatx>rer the whole product of his labor
as nearly as possible is a worthy object
of any good government.
^Abraham Lincoln.

ing yourself by overworking on the

simny side of thirty. Men die sometimes,
but it is because they quit at nine p. m.
and don't go home xmtil two a. m. It's

When they snap, it is as if friendship

itself had been proved xmworthy. But
the truth is that good friendships are

lends solidity to your slumber; it gives

you a perfect appreciation of a holiday.
There are young men who do not work,
but the country is not proud of them. It

fragile,things and require as much care

in handling as any other fragile and

precious things. For friendship is an

adventure and a romance, and in adven

tures it is the unexpected that happens.

It is the zest of peril that makes the
excitement of friendship. All that is un

pleasant and imfavorable is foreign to

its atmosphere; there is no place in
friendship for harsh criticism or fault
finding. We will " take less " from a
fnend than we will from one who is

the intervals that kill, my son. The work

gives you appetite jfbr your meals; it

does not even know their names; it only

speaks of them as old So-and-So's bojrs.

Nobody likes them; the great, busy

world does n't know they are here. So

find out what you want to be and do.
Take off your coafand make dust in the
world. The busier you are, the less harm
you are apt to get into, the sweeter will

^ your sleep, the brighter your holi

days, and the better satisfied the whole

world will be with you.Bob Burdette.

indifferent to us.^Randolph S. Bourne.

HAT can I do? I can talk out when

EAR is lack of faith. Lack of faith

is ignorance. Fear can only be cured

by vision.
Give the world eyes. It will see. Give it
ears. It will hear. Give it a right arm. It
will act.

man's dollar.

auction bdl or writing fimny

you must work. Don't be afraid of kill

him. Foolish people like to test the bonds

of their friendships, pulling upon them
to see how much strain they will stand.

The man who reaches the top is the

one who is not content with doing just
what is required, of him. He does more.

Page S9

Man needs time and room. Man needs

vJL/ others are silent. I can say man

when others say monqr. I can stay up

when others are asleep. I can keep on
working when others have stopped to
play. I can give life big meanings when
others give life little meanings. I can say
love when others say hate. I can say

soil, sunshine and rain. Needs a chance.

every man when others say one man. I

41 Open all your doors and windows.

can try events by a hard test when

Let everything pass freely in and out,

others try it by an easy test.

out and in.

V^at can I do? I can give myself to

Even the evil. Let it pass out and in, in

life when other men refuse themselves to

and out.

life.^Horace Traubel.

No man hates the truth. But most men

are afraid of the truth.
Make the truth easier than a lie. Make

the tru^ welcomer than its counter

feits

Then men will no longer be afraid.

Being afraid is being ignorant. Being
ignorant is being without faith.
Horace Traubel.
St

XT isofdangerousconsequencetorep
at

resent to man how near he is the level

ofbeastswithoutshowinghimat the same

timehisgreatness.It islikewisedangerous
to let him see his greatness without his
meaimess. It is more dangerous yet to

leave him ignorant of either; but very

beneficial that heshouldbe mad^sensible
of both.Pascal.

You may be as orthodox as the Devil,

and as wicked.John Wesley.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty.^Keats.

Page 61

"ISLBBRT HUBBARD^S
HERE is a life that is worth

^^NTHUSIASM is the greatest asset

living now as it was worth

in the world. It beats money and

power and influence. Single-handed the

living in* the former days,

IAN is arrogant in propor

tion to his ignorance. Man's
natural tendency is toward
egotism. Man, in his in-

and that is the honest life,

l^e useful life, the unselfish
deansed by devotion to an ideal,

dominates

fancy of knowledge, thinks

where the wealth accumulated by a

small army of workers would scarcely

that all creation was formed for him. For

^ere is a battle that is worth fighting

raise a tremor of interest. Enthusiasm

n^ as it was worth fighting then, and

tramples over prejudice and opposition,

spurns inaction, storms the citadel ot
its object, and like

^ t is the battle forjusticeand equality:

to xnake our dty
^d our State free
m fact as well as in

neume; to break the

that

stran

gle real liberty

and to keep
broken; to
i^teanse, so far ias
in pur power lies,

^e fountains of
01U

^tional

life

from political,
cpsamercial and
sociieJ corruption;
to teach our sons

^d dau^ters, by
precept and ex
ample, the honor
of servmg such a
c o u n t r y as
America that

is work worthy
of t^e finest man
hood; md woman-

^od. iThe well-

enthusiast

convinces

Behind him lay the gray Azores,

Behind the Gates of Hercules;
Before him not the ghost of shores;
Before him only shoreless seas.
The good mate said: "Now must we pray.
For lo! the very stars are gone.
Brave AdmYl, speak; what shall I say?"
"Why, say: *Sail on! and on! *"

"My men grow mutinous day hy day;

My men grow ghastly wan and weak.'*
The stout mate thought of home; a spray
Of salt wave washed his swarthy cheek,
"What shall I say, brave AdmYl, say.
If we sight naught hut seas at dawn?"

"Why, you shall say at break of day:

and

an avalanche
overwhelms and

engulfs all obsta

cles. It is nothing

several ages he saw, in the countless

worlds that sparkle through space like the
bubblesofa shoreless ocean,only the petty

can<lles, the household torches, that

Providence had

beenpleasedtolight
for no other pur

pose but to make

more or less than

faith in action
Faith and initiative

the night more

agreeable to man.
Astronomy has cor

rightly combined

rected this delusion

remove moimtainous barriers and

achievetheunheard
of and miraculous.

of human vanity,

Set the germ ot

enthusiasmafloatin

worlds, larger and

your plant, in your

his own^that the

earth on which he

office, or on your

and man now reluc-

tantly confesses

that l^e stars are

more ^orious than

'Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!*"

farm ;carryitinyour
attitude and mm-

crawls is a scarcely
visible speck on the

Theysailedandsailed,as winds might blow.

ner; it spreads like

contagion and in
fluences eve;y fiber

vast chart of crea

tion.
But in the small as

Until at last the blanched mate said:

"Why, now not even God would know

Should I and all my men fall dead.
These very winds forget their way,
For God from these dread seas is gone.
(Concluded on next page)

of your indus^
before you realize
it; it means in
crease in produc
tion and decrease

in the vast, God is

equally profuse of

Now speak, brave AdmYl; speak and

say"
He said: "Sail on! sail on! and on!"

mate:

"This mad sea shows his teeth tonight.

He curls his lip, he lies in wait.

With lifted teeth, as if to bite!

Brave Adm'fl, say but one good word:
What shall we do when hope is gone?"
The words leapt like a leaping sword:
"Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!"

Then, pale and worn, he kept his deck.

And peered through darkness. Ah, that
night

Of all dark nights! And then a speck

A light! A light! A light! A light!
It grew, a starlit flag unfurled!
It grew to be Time's burst of dawn.
He gained a world; he gave that world
Its grandest lesson: "On! sail on!"
" Columbus," by Joaqtdn Mttler

life. The traveller

looks upon the tree,

in costs; it means joy, and pleasure, and

those who are bred to

proud of that
work; the weH^ucated are those who
see dbepest mto the 'meaning and the

satisfaction to your workers; it means

the Winter frosts. But in each leafofthese

life,real, virile; it means spontaneous bed

rock results^the vital things that pay

boughs the Creator has made a world

nece^it^ of that work. Nor shall their

dividends^.Henry Chester.

their sacrifice fail them; for high in the

finnament of hum^ destiny are set the
stara of fpth in mankind, and unselfish

JKHE sole aristocracy of today is the

Each drop of water in a moat is an orb

more populous than a kingdom is of men.
C Everywhere, then, in this immense
design, science brings new4ife to light.
Life is the one pervading principle, and
even the thing that seems to die and

ll^r

for ^ught, nor the reward of

eVi;RV school boy and girl who has

aristocracy of wedth; the sole aris

tocracy of tomorrow will be the eternal
divine, beneficent aristocracy of intel
lect and virtueat its highest, genius;
but that, like everjrthing that descends
from God, will rise among the people
and labor for the people.^Mazzini.

P^^t to know TOmet^ing about the

My son Hannibal will be a great general,

cptarftge md lipyaltiy to the ideal.

Henry
Dyke.

l^ved at the i^e of reflection

of the art of printing.

^Horace Maim.

because of all my soldiers he best knows

how to obey.^Hamilcar.

Give them all that

can be given fairly,

on the principle

that to him that

giveth shall be
They sailed. They sailed. Then spake the given. Remember

and fandes its boughs were formed for his

shelter in the Summer sun, or his fuel in

ibpmi ^e those who

ire bPm tP do that work;the wellbred are

ET the confidence of the public

and you will have no difficulty in
getting their patronage. Inspire your
whole force with the right spirit of ser
vice; encourage every sign of the true
spirit. So display and advertise wares
that customers shall buy with imderstanding. Treat them as guests when
they come and when they go, whether or
not they buy

it swarms with innumerable races.

putrefy but engenders new life, and

always that the

recollection

of

quality remains
long after the
price is forgot
ten

Then

your business

will prosper by a
natural process.
^H .

Gordon

Sdfridge.
HE man who

lacks faith

in other men loses

his best chances
to work and

gradually under
mines his own

power and his

own character. We do not realize to
what extent others judge us by our

beliefs. But we are in fact judged in that

way; and it is right that we should be
judged in that way. The man who is
c^ical, whether about women or busi
ness or politics, is assumed to be im
moral in his relations to women or busi
ness or politics. The man who has faith
in the integrity of others in the face of
irresponsible accurations is assumed to

have the confidence in other's goodness

changes to fresh forms of matter.

^Bulwer Lytton.

because he is a good man himsdf.

The victory of success is half won ^en

When 3roudefine liberty you limit it, and

when you limit it 3rou destroy it.

one gains the habit of work.

Sarah A. Bolton.

^President Hadl^.

^Brand Whitlock.

'ALBERT miBBARD^S
BBLIEVB in boys and girls,
tile men and women of a

gfet tomorrow, that what

soever the boy soweth, the

man shall reap. I believe
xaJte curse of ignorance, in the efficacy

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ll^STINGUISHED beauty, brilliant

UMOR has been defined as

the salt of life. It is a ca

fed or lau^, and certainly a drama

which does not accomplish at least one

play a more or less important part in

price ofour natures, or rather

that quality which gives to

of these results is a failure; but to com

ideas a ludicrous or fantas

proportions in a sin^e play demands

the greatest ability, and few playwrights
can accomplish it. Humor in the hands

^-' talents, andtheheroic qualities that

the affairs of life, sink into a compara

tively minor place among the elements

of slihbols, in the dignityof teaching,and

of married happiness. Marriage, brings

every faculty and gift into play, but in
degrees and proportions very different

wi^m ^ revealed in human lives as well

from public life or casual intercourse and

ofserving another. I believe in

Ig m ij^e pages of a printed book; in

llessons taii^t not .so much by prec^t

relations. Power to soothe, to sympa

thize, to counsel, and to endure, are

as wdl as to think with the

more important tiian the highest quali

ties of the hero or the saint. It is by these

he^; in eyesythmg that makes life

alone that the married life attains its full

la^e and lovdy. I bdieve in beauly

m f&e Mioolropm, in the home, in the

measure of perfection.^W. E. H. Lecky.

ca by ex^ple: in ability to work with

4laly life and out of doors. 1 bdieve in

liati^hic^, in ^ ideals and distant hopes

lu^ us on. I bdieve tliat every

hgitf 6f every day we receive a just refdl we do. I bdieve in the pres-

(mt

its ^portunities, in the future

^d ite^^mises, and in the divine joy of

Grover.

JRTOK lov^ my friends, is your pass

fo tiie greatest, the purest, and the

jpeifi^^ pleasure ti^t God h^ pre-

[OU don't have to preach honesty to

men with a creative purpose. Let
a numan being throw the energies of

his soul into the mc^ng of something,

and the instinct of workmanship will

take care of his honesty

The writers
who have nothing to say are the ones
3rou can buy; the others have too high a
price. A genuine craftsman will not
adulterate his product. The reason is n't

because duty says he should n't, but

because passion says he could n't.

p^^ for Hb creatures. It lasts when all

^Walter Lippmann.

ail> oth^ recreations are gone. It

XT is right and necessary that all

^er plein:^ fade. It will support you

w^ ISirt ;pu until your deatibt. It will

men should have work to do which

m^e y^uf
pleasant to you as long
iuiyQii Uv&^^
troUope.

sliall be worth doing, and be of itself

pleasant to do: and which should be

over-anxious. l\im that claim about as

done under such conditions as would

make

M? Natu^

tlie voice of

di^ittt^^ Ihe highwiQr of history

a^ ofHe s^wn wit^ tiie wrecks that

g^t despoiler, has made. We

soiTo^^^ to ^

Autumn winds

throu^ dismantled for-

iestej il^ me i|^w ^eir br^^ wiU be

soft j^' vernal

^e Spring", and t3ae

4d' flowm and' !^the^ foliage will

an^
And if a n:^
diet
he^, top,; ri|c^ live again? ts

eai^
pl4

end' of aU'^i i^d d^^ an et^Not but beyond tiie grave

it neither

over-wearisome

nor

I m^, think of it as long as I. can, I can

not find that it is an exorbitant claim;

yet again I say if Society woidd or could

admit it the face of the world would be

dianged; discontent and strife and dis

honesty would be ended. To feel that
w:e were doing work useful to others
and pleasant to ourselves, and that

such work and its due reward.could not

failing power to win an audience is well

this emotion that
the amateur's
attention is first

attracted. It may

t^e the form of

a play of wit, sarcasm, satire,
irony or the like;
in any case, it
is c e r t a i n to
meet with
a

prompt response

from the average

audience. Comedy
which is the term

under which we
class the differ
ent forms of hu

mor,

is

therefore

an essential ele
ment in drama.
It does not deal

means which the

cbmfe m end^^

their beauty, believe in them, and try to

foUow where th^r lead.h. M. Alcott.

of a serious action.
O. R. Lamb.-

OCIETY,

The News

as we have

It came along a little wire.

constituted it,
will have no place
for me, has none to
offer; but Nature,

Sunk in a deep sea;

It thins in the clubs to a little smoke

Between one joke and another joke.

For a city inflames is less than the fire

That comforts you and me.

whose sweet rains

fall on unjust and

just alike, will have

The Diplomats
Each was honest <tfter his way.
Lukewarm in faith, and old;
And blood, to them, was ordy a word.

defts in the rocks

where I may hide,

and sweet valleys
in whose silence I

And thepointofaphrase theironly sword.

And the cost of war, they reckoned it

In little disks of gold.
with emotions,
that

are

heart-

terrifying incidents, but trades rather m

eccentricities of character and quaint-

ness of manner; consequently, its chief

dramatic use is to relieve the tension of
a serious action. It is in this manner that

it was used' by the Elizabethan play

wrights, who fWly appreciated the tastes
and weaknesses of their audience. How
ever, comedy is not an absolute essen

tial to the success of a play. Nearly all

the best tragedies and certain of the
most powerful dramas have not a ray of

may weep undis

turbed. She will

hang the ni^t with

stars so that I may

From ** The VWne Press," by Alfred Noyes

searching nor

command for

relieving the stress

Will never check one smUe today,

Or bid one fiddle cease.

sedc, for serious subjects, such m deal

with the dignified and noble qualities of

readi ^em, but I can look up and see

playwright has at
his

And a tortured chUd in a distant land

to us then?William Morris.

my high^t aspirations. I may not

win an audience, and it is the best

A murdered man, ten mUes away,

Will hardly shake your peace.
Like one red stain upon your hand;

himior in them. The reason is not far to

"C^AR away there in the sunshine are

of an artist has an unfailing power to

known, and it is to

bU us! What seiious harm could happen

in the duitnt
h^iiie provides an
Ely^^ of
soul' wh^e l^e moitll
itt' aasuiTO imiM
and life be*
W, VboibecBi

tic turn, the effect of it being to excite

the pleasurable emotions which we
exUbit in laughter or mirth. Its un

bine all the^ qualities in the proper

walk abroad in the

darkness without stumbling, and send

the wind over my footprints so that
none may track me to my hurt; she will
cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter
herbs make me whole.Oscar Wilde.
St

LIMB Ae mountains and get their

'II good tidings. Nature's peace wiU

now into you as sunshine flows into

trees. The winds will blow their own
freshness into you, and the storms

their energy, while cares will drop

away from you like the leaves of Au
tumn.^John Muir.

the human nature, admit only of a

serious and earnest presentation. It has
been said that the direct appeal of the

I love to be alone. I never found the

drama is to make the aucHence think,

as solitude.^Thoreau.

companion that was so companionable

^BLBBKT HUBBARD^S

SCRAJR j b o g i c

THANK Heaven, every

Summer's day of my life,
that my lot was humbly cast
within the hearing of romp
ing brooks, and beneath the

brotherhood for all of them; it is a desire

rad bustle of the world, into which

for the prosperity and happiness of all oi

them; it is kindly and considerate judg

^ipw ofoaks. And from all the tramp

fi^itune has led me in thiese latter years
ofmy life, I ddUght to stesd away for days
irad for weeks together, and bathe my

,^int in the freedom of the old woods.

to grow young again, lying upon the

b^^de and counting ^e white douds

|h|t s^ along the sky, softly and tran

quilly, even as holy memories go stealing

over the vault of life. I like to steep my
in a sea of quiet, with nothing float
ing past me, as I lie moored to my

l&ii^t, but the periimie of flowers, and

soaroMt tnucds, and diadows of clwds.^

daysago,1 wasswdtering in the

.ofthe dQr, jostled by the thousand

^er workers, and panting imder the
diiidow of the walls. But I have stolen
away, and for two hours of healthful

into the darkling past, I have

'bem this blessedSummer's morning lying
uf^ii the grassy bank of a stream that

ibi^bled me to deep in boyhood. Dear,

dd stream, unchanging, unfaltering

pever growingold-smiling in your silver

fuit^e, andcdmingyouf^ in the broad,

ifladd pools^I love you, as I love a
l^dl-^'Donald G. Mitchdl.

love of country is not more

blind partisanship. It is regard for

the people of one's coimtry and all of

them; it is a feeling of fellowship and

ment toward all of them. The first duty

of popular sdf-govemment is individuiil

sdf-control. The essential condition of
true progress is that it shall be based
upcm grounds of reason, and not of
prejudice. Lincoln's noble sentiment ot
charity for all and malice toward none
was not a specific for the Civil War, but

is a living prindple of action. ,

is first

the literature oi

l^wledge, and secondly the litera

ture of power. The function of the first

i=^ t^^; the function of the second

is^to m^e; the first is a rudder, the

Kop^i em

or a sail. The first speaks

to, the mere discursive understanding;

se^di spe^ ultimately, it may
to the high^ understanding or

feilpni ibut always l^ou^ affections of

pli^i^e ^d' ^^pathy.
'thomas De Quincey.

wio hd^ a diiid helps humanity

swth an in^ediatehess which no^
l^lp given to human creature in

c|ny otii^ st^e of huixi^ life can posdbly (give a^im.-^F^t^p8 Brooks.

'

eVERY time that we allow our-

gerate the importance or

sdves to be penetrated by Nature^

tJie charms of pedestrianism, or our need as a people

our soul is opened to the most touching

to cultivate the art. I think

It would tend to soften the national man

ners, to teach us the meaning of leisure, to

acquaint us with the charms of the open
to strengthen and foster the tie be
tween the race and
the land. -No one

impresdons. Whether Nature smiles and

adorns herself on her most beautifid days,
or whether she becomes pale, gray, cold
and rainy, in Autumn and in Winter,
there is something in her which moves not
only the surface of the soul, but even its
inmost depths, and

else looks out upon

The fountains mingle with the river.

^d charitably as

The winds of heaven mixforever

the world sokindly

doesthepedestrian;
no one gives and

takes so much from

eACH day it becomes more and znore

thecountryhepass-

In one anothefs being mingle;

2 through. Next to

proper and complete publidtyso that

the labor of a concern will know what it

is doing, so that the stockholders wM

know what is bdng done, and the public

will have as much information as eithw

^many of our present difficultiM will

disappear. In place of publidty being an
element of wealmess to a business con

cern, it will be an element of strength.

e laborer in the

fidds, the walker

holds the dosest re

lation to the soil;

'id he holds a dosand more vital

rdation to Nature
because he is freer
^'id his mind more
at leisure.
an takes root at

jwfeet, and at best

which to all appear

ances have no con
nection whatever

With a sweet emotion;

^Elwu Root.

apparent that all questions in this

country must be settled at the bar of
public opinion. If our laws regulating
large business concerns provide for

awakens a thou
sand memories

And the rivers with the ocean.

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

with the outward

scene, but whidi,

nevertheless, un
doubtedly hold

Why not / with thine?

communion with
the soul of Nature

See the mountains fdss high heaven.

And the waves clasp one another;

through sympa
thies that may be

No sisterflower would beforgiven

If it disdained its brother;
Arvd the sunlight clasps the earth.

entirdy unknown
to us, because her
methods seem to be

And the moonbeams kiss the sea;

What are all these hissings worth.

beyond the touchof

our thoughtMau

If thou kiss not me?

rice de GuerinL

** Love's Philosophy,"

by Percy Bysshe SkeHey

Y garden, with

he IS no more than

Pitted plant in his house or carri^e

u the soil established
^th
by the lovingcommunication
and magnetic

, its silence and

cepts of Naturethat is rest; and

a^ciation is bom; then those invisible

fibers and rootlets through which char

acter comes to smack of the soil, and

the pulses of fragrance that come and

go on the airy undulations, affects me
like sweet music. Care stops at the gates,
and gazes at me wistfully through the
bars. Among my flowers and trees.
Nature takes me into her own hands,
and I breathe fredy as the first man

ligent his acts are, the more he finds

which makes a man kindred to the spot ot

^Alexander Smith.

George W. Perkins.

DO not think that I exag

Page 6S

I^O act inobedience to thehidden pre-

in this spedal case, since man is me^t to

be an intelligent creature, tbe more intdrepose in them. V^en a child acts only

in a disorderly, disconnected manner,

his nervous force is imder a great strain;

while, on the other hand, his nervous

energy is positively increased and multi

plied by intelligent actions.
^Maria Montessori.

touch of his soles to it. Then the tie of

arth he inhabits. The roads and paths

you have walked along in Summer and

Winter weather, the meadows and hills

which you have lookedupon in lightness

andgladness ofheart,wherefreshfought
have comeinto your mind, or somenoble

declare as freely what mig^t be done

prospect has opened before you, and

espedally the quiet ways, where you have
walked in sweet converse with your friend
pausing under the trees, drinking at the
springthenceforththey arenot thesame;
a new charm is added; those thoughts

better, gives ye the best covenant of his

fidelity.^John Milton.

spring there perennial, your friend

walks there forever,^John Burroughs.

who freely magnifies what hath

been nobly done, and fears not to

LAKE is the landscape's most

beautiful and expressive feature. It
is earth's eye; looking into which the be
holder measures the depth of his own
nature. The fluviatile trees next the shore

are the slendereyelashes which fringe it,

and the wooded hills and diffs aroxmd are

its overhanging brows.^Thoreau.
>

O man lives without jostling and

being jostled; in all ways he has to

dbow. himself through ^e world, giving

and recdving offense.Carlyle.

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*^LBBHSr UBBARD*S

JBOOJK,

tence of after-time." The love of Nature,

IB follow the stream of amber

and brosize^ brawling along
its bed with its frequent cas>

free from those mean and petty cares

cades and snow-white foam.

which interfere so much with calm and

Through the canyon we fly

/^j^mountains not only each side, but
seeinin^y, till we get near, right in front
of us^-every road a new view flashing,
md each flash defying descriptidn^on

and brightens life imtil it becomes almost

like a fairy-tale.^John Lubbock.

l^e almost perpendicular sides, clinging

pines, cedars, crimson siunach bushe^

chance to love and to work and to

spruces, ^)ots of wild grassbut domi

nating aU, those towering rocks, rocks,
ibcks, bathed in delicate vari-colors,

again, helps us greatly to keep ourselves

peace of mind. It turns " every ordinary

walk into a morning or evening sacrifice,"

glad of life because it gives you the

play and to look up at the stars.

^Henry Van Dyke.

i^th the dear sky of Autumn overhead.

New ^enes, new joys, seem devdoped.

^HAT life should appear commonplace to any man is evidence that

t s cmyon, or a limitless sea-like str^ch

of his thinking. Life is beautiful to whom

of the great Kansas or Colorado plains,

under favoring circumstances, tallies,
ij^haps egresses, certainly awakes,

soever will think beautiful thoughts.

as you like, a typical Ro<^ Moun

ipndest and sub^est elementoinotiom in the human soul, that all

m^ble temples and sculptures from

he has invested it with the coarse habit

There are no common people but they

who think commonly and without mia&-

Dation or beauty. Such are dull enough*

Stanton Davis Kirkham.

i^dias to Thorwaldsenall paintings,

;^HERE is nothing holier in this life

poems, redoiniscences or even music

of ours than the first consciousness

HOUGH not often con

sciously recognized, perhaps

this is the great pleasure of

Summer: to watch the eartli,

the dead particles, resolving
themselves into the living case of life, to
see the seed-leaf push aside the clod and
become by degrees the perfumed flower.
From the tiny,mottled egg come the wings
that by and by shall pass the immense

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consult his friends upon an intended

publication for a himdred and fifty years,

and live to see his success afterwards;
but at present, a man waits, and doubts,
and consults his brotner, and his parti
cular friends, till one day he finds he is
sixty ye&rs old and that he has lost so
much time in consulting cousins and
friends that he has no more time to

follow their advice.Sydney Smith.

sea. It is in this marvelous transformation

of clods and cold matter into living

things that the joy and the hope of
Summer reside. Every blade of grass,
each leaf, each separate floret and petal
is an inscription speaking of hope.
Consider the grasses and the oaks, the
swallows, the sweet, blue butterfly
they are one and all a sign and token
showing before our eyes earth made into
life. So that my hope becomes as broad
as the horizon afar, reiterated by each
leaf, sung on every bough, reflected in
the gleam of every flower. There is" so
much for us yet to come, so much to be

gathered and enjoyed. Not for you or

me, now, but for our race, who will ulti

E are told of the Chinese sage

Mengtsen, that when he was a

child, his moAer's home was near a

slaughter-house, and that she in^antly

left her home when she saw the child
watching with indifference the pain in
flicted upon animals. Her second home
was near a graveyard, and again she

left when she saw the boy imitating at

his play the rites of superstition.

^Dean Farrar.

UR great thoughts, our great affec

tions, the truths of our life, never

leave us. Surely they can not separate

from our consciousness, shall follow it

whithersoever that shall go, and are of

probably never can.Walt Whitm^

of love^the first fluttering of its silken

thy name they shall call thee, at

the place where thou belongest th^
see thee,what is thine they sh^ give

of that wind which is so soon to sweep

to<1&ee, no man touches that which is des-

X WOULD
compromise w^. Iwould
compromise gflory. I would compro

sim^ine and the Summer, the flowere

hate comes in, where misery comes m,

where love ceases to be love, and life

He shall take from all their beauty rad

fancy that man and woman are merdy

enjoy their glory.^Richard Jefferies.

diadow of death. But I would not com

the world for want of a little coiu-age. Every day sends to their graves

GREAT deal of talent is lost in

qualities of the other in order to attain

the hi^est character. Shakespeareunder
stood it when he made his noblest women
strong as men, and his best men tender

obscure men whom timidity prevented

as women. The hands and breasts that

nursed all men to life are scorned as the

for his nei^bor.^Rabbi Ben AzaL

thing needed is not plans, but

A well-thought-out plan with
out a man to execute it is a waste of
tciqa^i^d as a rule, the more compara-

tivdy tl^ deti^ ^ve been thought out

tir a mfiBi who is not going to execute
of mcxpLf^ wasted. Get a man witii a pl^,

jin4!

wingsthe first rising soimd and breath

through the soul, to purify or to d^troy.

Longfellow.

mise everything at that point where

begins its descent into the valley of the

promise Truth. I would not compromise

the right.Henry Watterson.

n^e ttto&ey he has the greater

SHAT then do you call your soul?

_ ^V^at idea have you of it? You can

a plwi\n^dut a m^ is as bad as a man

mtltout a pliGiiit~i^ more he has the
more he wii^i^^^AFthur T. Hadley.

not of yourselves, without revelation,

isi l^s chi^ce of doing a larger work; li^ut

admit the existence within you of any-

thihg but 9 i^wer unknown to you of

feding and thinking.^Voltaire.

who love NiSitt^

nieVei? be

Aei'd^, They may have other tempta

tion;, ibut at le^ ^4^ ^1 nm no ri^

of bi^^ bejguil^, Iby ennui, idleness or

kW^ of Qc^patipn^, ** tp bt^ tte merry

mdn^ of m hem Mth t^ long peni

The longer I live the more my mind

dwells upon the beauty and the wonder
of the world. I hardly know which feeling
leads, wonderment or admiration.

- John Burroughs.

mately use this magical secret for their

happiness. Earth holds secrets enough
to give them the life of the fabled Im

mortals. My heart is fixed firm and

stable in the belief that ultimately the

and the azure sky, shall become, as it

were, interwoven into man's existence.

from making a first effort; who, if they

could have been induced to begin,
would in all probability have gone great

lengths in the career of fame. The fact

is, that to do anything in the world
worth doing, we must not stand back
shivering and thinking of the cold and
danger, but jump in and scramble
throu^' as well as we can. It will not do
to be perpetually calculating risks and

adjusting nice chances; it did very well

before the Flood, when a man would

thisir nature divine and immortal.

^Thackeray.

AN has not yet reached his best.

He never will reach his bert imtil

he walks the upward way side hy side

with woman. Plato was right in his

halves of humanity, each requiring the

forgetful brute proclaims his superior

strength and plumes himself so he can

subjugate the one who made him what
he is.^Eugene V. Debs.

Life is a fragment, a moment between

two eternities, influenced by all that
has preceded, and to influence all that

follows. The only way to illumine it is by

extent of view.

Williain Ellery Chaining.

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ISJLBBRSr mJBBARD^S
NEVER-CEASING flood of

THINK we may assert that in a

discharged convicts pours

bade into our penitentiaries,
not because they have found
life there a paradise, but

hundred men there are more than

answer to the

ninety who are what they are, good or

bad, useful or pernicious to society, from
the instruction they have received. It is
on education that depend the great dif
ferences observable among them. The
least and most imp^ceptible impressions
received in our infancy have conse
quences of long

^lesticmwhydeter-

duration. It is with

^^Qse liiethumbscrew ofpresent want

ocerdses a pressure far more potent than
Ldpes the femr of future, but uncertain,
punishment, however severe. H^ere is the

/ think that I shall never see

foice, pu^ed to
the very Umits of
human endurance,

A poem lovely as a tree,

these first impr^sions as with a

river, whose waters
we can easily turn,,

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the eartVs sweet flowing breast; by different canals,
in opposite courses;
A tree that looks at God all day
so that from the
And lifts her lec^y arms to pray;
insensible direction

j^bes not deter

We know wdl that

t^e prison is but

1^ of the great
social question

tibat, ia a general

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair.

poverty is the
parent and the
ilum the kinder

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

Who intimately lives with rain.

garten of vice. 3ut

#e also knoT)^ that,

w^e these prepare

Poems are made by fods like me.

soil, it is the

But only God can make a tree,

administration- of
our criminal law

" Trees," by Joyce Kilmer

thatplants the seed

and supplies the tropical conditions that

the stream receives

at its source, it
takes different di

rections, and at last

arrives at places
far different from
each other; and
with the same fadl-

ity we may; I

think, turn the

minds of children
to wliflit direction we choose.^Locke.

Mii it to the instant maturity of crime.

^hiffith J. Griffith.
> m

|ilTS I grow older, I simplify both my

l-I. ^ence and myreli^on. Books mean

to me; prayers mean less; potions,

P^ and dm^ mean less; but peace,

HSilas Hubbard, M. D.

I\l^ US, d ^ve us the man who sings

at

WorkIBe his occupation what

it rally, he is equal to any of those who

foUow lije same pursuit in silent suUenn^. Hfe mil do DQore in the same time

il^e wiU db it better-^e will persevere

l^^ejr. Ofieis siiSBrceiy s^ible to fatigue

^^e he marches to music. The very

den revolution of fortune, is

lifted up all at once into a
condition of life greatly
above what he had formerly
lived in, may be assured that the congrat
ulations of his best friends are not all of
them perfectly sincere. An upstart,
though of the greatest merit, is generally
disagreeable, and a
sentiment of envy
commonly pre
vents

us

from

heartily sympa
thizing with his

joy. If he has any

judgment, he is
sensible of this,
and, instead of ap

pearing to be elated
with his good for
tune, he endeavors,
as much as he can,
to smother his joy,
and keep down that
elevation of mind
with which his new
circumstances nat

art capable of affording peace and

joy of the heart like that induced by the

study of the sdence of divinity. The
proof of this is that the Devil, the
originator of sorrowful anxieties and
restless troubles, flees before the sound of
music almost as much as he does before

the Word of God. This is why the

prophets preferred
music before all the

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true.

With eyes of gold and bramble-dew.
Steel true and blade straight
The great Artificer made my mate.

Honor, anger, valor, fire,

A love that life could never tire.
Death quench, or evil stir.
The mighty Master gave to her.

other arts, prodaiming the Word

in psalms and
hymns
My heart, which is

full to overflowing,
has often been sol
aced and refreshed
by music when sick

and weary.
^Martin Luther.

Teacher, tender comrade, wife,

A fellow-farer true through life.

Heart-whole and soul-free.

The August Father gave to me.

" Trusty, Dusky, Vivid, True,"
by Robert Louis Stevenson

urally inspire him.

He affects the same

(C^ESIDES theology, music is the only

plainness of dress, and the same modesty

of behavior, which became him in his

C I E N C E
seems

to

teach

to

in

me

the

highest and strong

est manner the
great truth which

is embodied in the
Christian conception of entire surrender
to the will of God. Sit down before the

OW much easier our work would be

former station. He redoubles his atten

fact as a little child, be prepared to give

if we put forth as much effort trying

to improve the quality of it as most of
us do trying to find excuses^for not

tion to his old friends, and endeavors

more than ever to be humble, assiduous

and complaisant. And this is the be

up every preconceived notion, follow

humbly wherever and to whatever
abysses Nature leads, or you shall leam

properly attending to it.

George W. Ballinger.

love and a life of usefulness

mean mi^, infinitely more.

HE man who, by some sud

IFE is a tender thing and is easily

molested.There is always somethii^

that goes amiss. Vain vexations^vain^

sometimes, but always vexatious. The

smallest and slightest impediments are
the most piercing; and as little letters
most tire the eyes, so do little affairs
most disturb us.^Montaigne.
HE joys and sorrows of others are
ours as much as theirs, and in
proper time as we fed this and leam to

stare
s^d tb mate harmony as th^
ifevolve in l^eir spheres.^Carlyle.

live so that the whole world shares the

S^dii^ gW^ its Mrt^ to lif^t.Gray.

leam the Secret ofPeace.^Aimie Besant.

life that flows through iis, do our minds

havior which in his situation we most

approve of; because we expect, it seems,

that he should have more sympathy with
our envy and aversion to his happiness,
Aan we have with his happiness. It is

seldom that with all this he success.

We suspect the sincerity of his humility,
and he grows weary of this constraint.

nothing. I have only begun to leam con

tent and peace of mind since I have

resolved at all risks to do this.^Huxley.

ITHOUT distinction, without cal

culation, without procrastination,

love. Lavish it upon the poor, where it is
very easy; especially upon the rich, who

^Adam Smith.

often ne^ it most; most of all upon our

HE man who starts out with the idea

whom perhaps we each do least of all.

^Henry Dnunmond.

of getting rich won't succeed; you

must have a larger ambition. There is no
mystery in business success. If you do
each day's task successfully, stay faith
fully within the natural operations ot

equals, where it is very difficult, and for

Live and think.Samuel Lover.

Let us endeavor so to live that when we

commerciallaw,andkeepyourhead clear,

come to die even the undertaker w^ 1^

you will come out dl right.^Rockefeller.

sorry.Mark Twain.

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DRE is no more valuable

[OU want a better position than you

subordinate than the man

now have in business, a better and

to whom you can give a

piece of work and then for
get it, in the confident ex
pectation that the next time it is

fuller place in life. All right; think ot

that better place and you in it as already
existing. Form the mental image. Keepori

loyalty and common sense, the ^ult is

thinking of that higher position, keep

the image constantly before you, and
^no,you will not suddenly be transport
ed into the higher job, but you will find
that you are preparing yourself to occupy
the better position in life^your body,

ai inan whom you can trust.

ithe other hand, there is no greater
nuisance to a man heavily burdened

heart will all grow up to the joband

when you are ready, after hard work,

Imu^t to your attention it will come

m l^e form of a report that the thing
been done. When this self-reliant

gtialiiy is joined to executive power,

l&e direction of affairs than the

we^-backed assistant who is contin-

your energy, your imderstanding, your

will get the job and the higher place in

u^y tiyihg to get his chief to do his

lite.^Joseph H. Appel.

XKNOW the beds ofEastern princes,

or that hin^lf. The man to whom

m esc^tive is most grateful, the man

will work h^est and value

xicu^ is tlie man Who accepts responsibiU^ willin^y.Gifford Pinchot.

IhILE the railroads of the United

States may Jiave mistakes to an
swer for, they have created the most

^(^ve, useful, and by far the cheapest

tS^tem of land transportation in t^e
worlds This has been accomplished with
little legidatipn and against an
license vblume Of opposition and in-

t^erence growing out of ignorance and

misunderstanding. It ^ not an exag-

|emidon to say ttot in the past history

pf tlm country the railway, n^ after

the Chiistian rdigion and the public

sd^i; has been the largest sin^e con

and the luxurious couches of Oc

cidental plutocrats, but under the raf

ters of a farmhouse, where the mudwasp's nest answers for a Rembrandt
and the cobweb takes the place of a
Murillo, there is a feather-bed into

which one softly sinks.until his every

inch is soothed and fitted, and settling
unconsciousness, while the screech-owl
is calling fcom the moonlit oak and firost
is falling upon the asters. Stocks may

fluctuate and panic seize the town, but

there is one man who is in peace.
^Robert T. Morris.

ANISH the future; live only for

the hour and its allotted work.
Think not of the amount to be accom

plished, the difficulties to be over

task at your elbow, letting that be si^-

is music in the beauty, and

ficient for the day; for surely our plain

duly is " not to see what lies dimly at a

come, but set earnestly at the little

the silrat note t^t Cupid strikes,

far swetter than the wund of an in3txum^t; for there is muc wherever

hand."---Osler.

ai^ llius far we may xxmintain the

beist way for a young man who

\b^ is without friends or ir^uence to
begin is: first, to get a position; second,

mu^c of tihe spheres;.

r-^ir Thon^ Browne.
Happiness grp^^our own fire^des, and

is not tbi

pick^' ixii slxa^er's gardens,

jerrold.

say miraculous. Its domain is between

distwce, but to do what lies clearly at

to keep his mouth shut; third, observe;

fourth, be faithful; fifth, make his em
ployer think he woidd be lost in a fog

wifliout him; sixth, be polite.

^Russell Sage.

XF we do our best; if we do not mag

nify trifling troubles; if we look

resolutely, I will not say at the bri^t
side of things, but at things as they
really are; if we avail ourselves of the
manifold blessings which sum)xmd us,

thought and phenomena. Like a twilight

mediator, it hovers between spirit and
matter, related to both, yet differing
from each. It is spirit, but it is spirit
subject to the measurement of time. It is

we can not but feel that life is indeed a

matter, but it is matter that can dispense

with space.^Heinrich Heine.

as it were, a natural art, the rules of

IO renounce your individuality, to see

with another's eyes, to hear with
another's ears, to be two and yet but
one, to so melt and mingle that you no
longer know you are you or another,
to constantly absorb and constantly
radiate, to reduce earth, sea and sky and
all that in them is to a single being, to

give yourself to that being so wholly

^orious inheritance.^John Lubbock.

HE passions ^e the only orators

_ ' that always persuade; they are,
which are infallible; and the simplest

rnnn with passion is more persuasive

than tiie most doquent without it.

^La Rochefoucauld.

LL those who love Nature she loves

in turn, and will richly reward,

not perhaps with the good things, as

they are commonly called, but with the

b^ things, of Ais world^not with

money and titles, horses and carriages,

tiiat nothing whatever is withheld, to

but with bright and happy thou^ts,

be prepared at any moment for sacrifice,

to double your personality in bestowing

^John Lubbock.

itthat is love.Gautier

down and farther down fsdls into sweet

tributing factor to the welfare and happineis of the people.-^James J. Hfll.

^CTe i^ harm^y, order Or proportion;

HAT is music? This question

occupied my mind for hours
last night before I fell asleep.
The very existence of music
is wonderful, I might even

after perhaps years of preparation, you

work for him on the feeble plea that he

the chief would like to decide

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jBOOIC

ALBERT HUBBARD*3

lELODY has by Beethoven b^

- freed from the influence of Fashion

and changing Taste, and raised to an

ever-valid, purely human type. Beetho

ven's music will be imderstood to ^

time, while that of his predecessors will,

for the most part, only remain intelligible

to us throu^ the medium of reflection

on the history of art.^Richard Wagner.

QATURE, like a loving mother, is

ever tr^g to keep land and sea,

mountain and valley, each in its place,

to hush the angry winds and waves,

contentment and peace of mind.

XT is indisputably evident that a

great part of every man's life must
be employed in collecting materials for
the exercise of genius. Invention, strictly
speaking, is littie more than a new com
bination of those images which have

been previously gathered and deposited

in the memory: nothing can come of
nothing: he who has laid up no materials

can pi^uce no combinations. The more

extensive, tiierefore, your acquaintance

is with the works of those who have

excelled, the more extensive will be your

powers of invention, and, what may

of rain and drought, that peace, harmony

appear still more like a paradox, the

more original will be your conceptions.
Sir Joshua Reynolds.

and beauty may reign supreme.

Elizabeth Cady Stanton.

[E are never better understood than

JHY should we call ourselves men,

virtue"a " Roman outline." There is

balance the extremes of heat and cold,

unless it be to succeed in ev^-

thing, everywhere? Say of nothing,

" This is beneath me," nor feel that
anything is beyond our powers. Nothing
is impossible to the man who can will.
^Mirabeau.

'when we !speak of, a

" Roihaa

somewhat indefhiite, somewhat yet un

fulfilled, in the* thought of Greece, of

Spain, of modem Italy; but Rome, it

stands by itself a clear word. The power

of Will, Ae dignity of a fixed pur^se, is

what it utters.^Margaret Fuller.

PogeTZ

IdONFESS I am not at all

Idianned with the ideal oi

p4lANK God every morning when

^ANY- a woman committing

hdd out by those who

Ithink that the normal state
himian beings is that ot
struggling to get on; that the trampling,

crushing, dbowing, and treadingon ea(^

you get up that you have something

to do which must be done, whether you
like it or not. Being forced to work, and
forced to do your best, will breed in
you temperance, self-control, diligence,
strength of will, content, and a himdred

other's heels, which form the existing

thing, while with her heart she rejoices

in her folly and lauds herselffor her high

other virtues wUch the idle never know.

^rpe ofhumanlife,are the most desirable

Charles Kingsley.

indifference to convention.

lot of humankind, or anytiiing but the

dijfflgreeable ^rmptoms of one of the

ph3a^ of industrialprogress.^J. S. Mill.

^

6^

fTOTHOUT free speech no search for

^^tnith is possible; without free

no discoveiy of truth is useful;
without free speech progress is checked
and the nations no longer march forward

study of art possesses this great

^SB^and peculiar charm, that it is abso

lutely unconnected with the struggles

and contests of ordinary life. By private
interests and by political questions, men
are deeply divided and set at variance;
but beyond and above all such party

strifes, they are attracted and united by

toward the nobler life which thefoture

a taste for the beautiful in- art. It is a

holds for man. Better a thouswdfold

taste at once engrossing and unselfish,

which may be indulged without effort
and yet has the power of exciting the
deepest emotionsa taste able to exer
cise and to gratify both the nobler and
the softer parts of our nature^the
imagination and the judgment, love ot
emotion and power of reflection, the
enthusiasm and the critical faculty, the

abuse of free speech than denial of free

The abuse dies in a day, but the

idenial slays the life of the people, and

eiitdmbs ^e hopeof the race.

-Charles Bradlau^

longOT I live, the more deeply I

am convinced thatthat which tnalfpg

the difference betweoi one man and

potherbetween the weak and the

powerful, the great and the insignificant

energy, invincible determination, a
ptuipose once formed and then death or

^ctory.Powell Buxton.
/ERY year I live I am more con
vinced that the waste of life lies in

the love we have-not given, the powers

wfi have not used, the selfish prudence

^lat
^

risk nothing, and which, shirkmisses happiness as well. No

Me ever yet was the poorer in the long

tim fpt having once in a lifetime " let
irot all the length of all the reins."

^Mary Cholmondeley.

jFmAVE evCT g^ed the most profit,

andt|iemost ples^ure also, from the

ifepoks which have made me

^e

most; and, when the difficulties have once

b ^ overcome, these are the books which

struck the deeped root, not only in

memory and understanding, but like
wise in my affections.A. W. Hare.

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JBOOJK,

*BLBBKr HUBBlARD^S
herself to

course

that

disregards the edicts of so

ciety knows with her mind

that she is doing a foolish

Then when she finds herself suspected.

assailed

or

culed ,

she is

amazed

ridi

men; but just those few thii^ which in

their coming do not stop with me, but

touch me rather, as they pass and

gather strength:

Yes, to the very end.

and

she

^ss/of another day, the first day of a

new year. What can I wish that this

day, this year, may bring to me? Noth
ing that shall make the world or others
poorer, nothing at the expense of other

Does the road wind up-hill all the way?

Will the day's journey take the whole

deeply wounded,
though with her
intellect

J^=iHE sun isjustrising onthemorning

long day?

From morn till night, my friend.

has

clearly understood

But is therefor the night a resting-place?

A roof for when the- slow dark hours

the inevitableness
of her reward so

begin.

This propensity
to divorce impulse
from good judg

May not the darkness hide it from

my face?

You can not miss that irm,

ment, to do a rash
thing for affection's
sake, and then to

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?

writhe when the

condemnation

Then must I knock, or call when Just

comesis there any

more trulyfeminine
bit of sophistry in

They will not keep you standing at

DRE is no short-cut, no patent

thestrangeroundof

'tram-road, to wisdom. After all the

centuries of invention, the soul's path
lies through the thorny wilderness which

woman's reason?
The ostrich with
her head in the

Shall Ifind comfort,travel-sore and weak?

Of labor you shallfind the sum.

senses and the reason.Guizot.

must still be trodden in solitude, wit^

sand is not more

bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it

was trodden by them of old time.
(
George Eliot.

than a woman thus

Those who have gone before.

in sight?

seek?

Yea, beds for all'who come.

" Up-HiU," by Christina G. Rossetti

^Margaret Ashmun.

and yet re

A work to do
which has realvalue
without which the
world would feel

the poorer.
A return for such

work small enou^

not to tax unduly
any one who pays.

A mind un^raid
to

travel,

even

thou^ the trail be

not blazed.

An understanding
nal hills and un

resting sea, and of

something beauti
ful the hand of man
has made.
A sense of himior

and the power to

laugh. L A little leisure with nothing to

do. C A few moments of quiet, silent
meditation. The sense of the presence of

'HONOR any man who in the conkscious discharge of his duty dares
to stand alone; the world, with ignorant,
intolerant judgment, may condemn; the
countenances of relatives maybe averted,
and the hearts of friends grow cold; but
the sense of duty done shall be sweeter
than the applause of the world, the

me,

main my fnends.

A si^t of the eter

Will there be beds for me and all who

hoodwinking herself.

few friends
understand

heart

that door.

pathetic or absurd

A
who

_IIS earth with its infinitude of life

^and beauty and mystery, and the

God

And the patience to wait for the coming

universe in the midst of which we are

of these things, with the wisdom to

know them when they come.^**A Morn

sities of suns and nebulae, of light and

ing Wish," by W. R. Hunt.

placed, with its overwhelming^ immen

motion, are as they are, firstly, for the

development of life culminating in man;
secondly, as a vast schoolhouse for the
hi^er education of the human race in
preparation for the enduring spiritual

complex sentence; ability to analyze

generous to the rich and well-torn aa to

life to wWch it is destined.

^Alfred Russel Wallace.

as much cidtxire as does the study of

among politicians.^John Hay.

Wonder is involuntary praise.^Yoimg.

countenances of relatives, or the hearts

of friends.Charles Stunner.

Abraham Lincoln

was

as

just

and

Sie poor and humblea thing rare

._JRE is quite as mudi education

and true learning in the analysis of
an ear of com as in the analysis of a
clover and alfalfa roots savors of quite
the Latin and Greek ro6ts.
O. H. Benson.

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Page 7S

O lead a people in revolution

'wisdy andsuccessfully, with

which concern that country's fate? Let

the consequences be what they will, I am

OTHING is more essential

than that permanent, in

out ambition and without

careless. No man can suffer too much,

veterate antipathies against

crime, demands indeed lofty

genius and unbending virtue.

and no man can fall too soon, if he suffer,

particular nations and pas

or if he fall, in the defense of the liberties

But to build their State amid the angry

and constitution of his country.

o^ffict of passion and prejudice, to

^Daniel Webster.

peacefully inaugurate a complete and

sa^factory government^this is the very

,0 man today can lay claim to a

S^test service that a man can render

liberal education imless he knows

to mankind. But this sdso is the glory of

something of the reach and sweep of

those peaks of poesy and learning raised
by the spirit of man in the civilizations of
Greece and Rome.^Edwin Markham.

Washington
the sure sagacity of a leader of men,

hej^gcted at once for the three highest

l^tiW

the three

chief Americans.

Hao^toii was the head, Jefferson was

i^e
and John Jay Ae conscience

# hip administration. Washington's just

[ORK is the mission of mankind .on

this earth. A day is ever struggling
forward, a day will arrive, in some ap

fused; and ndthing else than that

proximate degree, when he who has no

work to do, by whatever name he may be
called, will not find it good to show him-

#<iuttd him. Party spirit blazed into

but may go and look out elsewhere if

there be any idle planet discoverable.

pton was ston^; insurrection raised its

Let all honest workers rejoice that such

law, the first of Nature, has been re

|d' serrae ascendency was the lambent

flame in whidi these beneficent powers

a^n^n)^ could have ridden the whirl^d> and directed the storm l^at burst

ifu^. John Jay was htmg in ^gy; Ham

h(^' in the West; Washington himself

Was denounce. But the great soul was

wdism^ed. Without a b^con, without

a di^, but with unwavering eye and

s^dy hand, he guided his country safe

thro^^ darkness and through storm.

l^d his steadfast way, UIk the sun

1|ie firmament, giving life and

h^l^ and strength to & new nation;

upcm a se^i^ing survey of his

adqoinu^atiG^ there is no great act

whi^

country would anniil; no word

no l^e mritten, no deed done

^ ^im, wlu# justice would reverse or

liam Curtis.

sdf in our quarter of the solar sjrstem

cognized by them.

George Bernard Shaw.

sheet-anchor of the Ship of
State is tJie common school. Teach,

first and last, Americanism. Let no youth

leave the school without being thorough

ly grounded in the history, the princi

ples, and the incalculable blessings of
American liberty. Let .the boys be the
trained soldiers of constitutional free

dom, the girls the intelligent lovers of

i^o^can; I shali die an American;

wd I intend to p^ofm t^e duties incum

bent upon me in that character to the
end pf iny
I me^ to do this wilJi

abwlute disregard of personal consequ^ces^ Wh4t are t&e personcd con-

's^u^^f What is ^e in^vidual man,

^th

ithe good' or evil*that may be-

place of them, just and amicable feelings

toward all should be cultivated. The
nation which indulges toward another a
habitual hatred or a habitual fondness
is in some degree a slave. It is a slave to

its animosity or to its affection, either of

perfect obedience to which is the hi^est

possible aim of an intelligent being.
^Huxley.

INK fact stands out in bold rdief in

the history of men's attempts for
betterment. That is that when compul
sion is used, only resentment is aroused,
and the end is not gained. Only
through moral suasion and appeal to
men's reason can a movement succeed.

Samuel Gompers.

which is sufficient to lead it astray from

its duty and its interest. Antipathy in

one nation against another dispos^ each

more readily to offer insult and injury,
to lay hold of slight causes of um
brage, and to be haughty and intractable
when accidental or trifling occasions of

dispute occur. Hence, frequent collisions;

obstinate, envenomed and bloody con
tests. Against the insidious wiles of
foreign influence (I conjure you to be
lieve me, fellow citizens), the jealousy
of a free people ought to be constantly

have grown literally afraid to be

poor. We despise any one who dects
to be poor in order to simplify and save
his inner life. We have lost the power of

even imagining what the ancient ideali

zation of poverty could have meant; the
liberation from material attachments,
the unbribed soul, the manlier indiffer
ence, the paying our way by what we
are or do, and not by what we have, the

ri^t to fiing away our life at any mo

ment irresponsibly^the more athletic

awake, since history and experience

trim; in short, the moral fighting diape.

most baneful foes of republican govern

It is certain that the prevalent fear of

poverty among the educated dasses is

prove that foreign influence is oneof the

ment. But that jealousy, to be useful,

must be impartial.George Washington.

THINK it rather fine, this ne-

cessity for the tense bracing of the

will before anything worth doing can be
done. I rather like it myself. I feel it is
to be the chief thing that differentiates

me from the cat by Sie fire.

^Arnold Bennett.

the worst mor^ disease from which our

dvilization suffers.^William Jcunes.

[he manner in which one single ray

of light, one single predous hint,
will clarify and energize the whole men
tal life of him who receives it, is among
the most wonderful and heavenly of
intellectual phenomena.
Arnold Bennett..

fireemen.Chauncey M. Depew.

iB is not to be called a true lover of

wisdom who loves it for the sake of

nW^ bom an American; I live an

sionate attachments for

others should be excluded, and that, in

immutable moral and phjrsical laws,

gain. And it may be said that the true

philosopher loves every part of wisdom,

and wisdom every part of the philoso

pher, inasmuch as she draws all to her

self, and allows no one of his thoughts to
wander to other things.^Dante.

The diurch says the earth is flat, but

I know that it is round, for I have seen

ddie hi^i, in comparison with the good

the shadow on the moon, and I have_

or evil which may befaU a grejit country,

in the Inidrt of great transactions

more faith in a shadow than in the

churdi.^Magellan.

IflODERN civilization rests upon physical science, for it is physical

science that makes intelligence and moral

Friendship is the highest degree of per

fection in sodety.^Montaigne.

whole of modem thought is steeped in

science. It has made its way into the
works of our best poets, and even the
mere man of letters, who affects to ignore

Brutality to an animal is cruelty to man

energy stronger than brute force. The

and despise science, is unconsciously im

pregnated with her spirit and indebted
for his best products to her methods. She
is teaching the world that the ultimate
court of appeal is observation and exper
ience, not authority. She is CTeating a

firm and living faith in the existence of

kindit is only the difference in the

victim.^Lamartine.
>

Blessed are they who have the gift of

making friends, for it is one of G^'s

best gifts. It involves many things, but

above all, the power of going out of
one's sdf, and appreciating whatever is
noble and loving in another.

^Thomas Hughes.

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'ALBERT ffUBBARD'S
are spinning our own fates,

heartedness in youths embarking on

good or evil, never to be

undone. Every smallest

arduous careers than all other causes

of human sentiment. The

causes that have been lost

put together.^William James.

stroke of virtue or vice

leaves its never-so-little scar.

^HE early sunlight filtered through

drunken Rip Van Winkle, in Jefifer-

the filmy draperies to where a

wondering baby stretched his dimpled
hands to catch the rays that lit his face
and fiesh like dawn lights up a rose. His
startled gaze
caught and held
She walksthe lady of my delight
the dawn of day in
A shepherdess of sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps therji rapturous looks
that spoke the
white;

s play, excuses himself for every

dereliction by saying, " I won't
count
"***
time! " Well, he may not
^Unt

it, and a

?^d Heaven may

punt it; but
ft IS being counted

^one the less.

^^wn among his

She guards them from the steep.
Jrve-ceUs and fi- She feeds them on the fragrant height.
the molecules

are counting it, reg-

gleam out came the

She roams maternal hills and bright,

Dark vcUleys safe and deep.

against him

Into that terider breast at night

The chastest stars may peep.
She walksthe lady of my delight

^othing weever do
^

in strict scien

tific literalness,

^ped out.

pf course, this has

its good side as

wdl as its bad one.

As we become perIpanent drunkards

fey so many sep

dawn of Self,, for

with the morning

And folds them in for sleep.

f^ering and stor

es it up to be
w^-eu the next
temptation comes.

greater wonder. It
was the mystery of
Life

Across a cradle
where sunk in sat

in pillows, lay a
still, pale form as
droops a rose from

A shepherdess of sheep.
She holds her little thoughts in sight.
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
She walksthe lady of my delight
A shepherdess of sh^ep.

some

the
dows

5^^, rad authorities andexperts in the

practical and scientific spheres, by so

a^y separate acts and hours of work.

iLet no youth have any anxiety about

#e upshot of his education, whatever

^e line ofit may be. Ifhe keep faithfully

'Pii^ ^ch hour of the.working day, he

^^^y ^ely leave thefinal result to itself.

He can vnth i)erfect certainty coxmt on

wailing up some toe morning to find
Wmself one of the competent ones of his
ge^a^on in whatever pursuit he may

i^ire singed put. Silently, between ^

#ie die^s of his business, the power

^ijud^ng in alll^t dass of matter will

fierce

heat,

evening
fell

sha

aslant,

and spoke of peace.

The twilight calm
enclosed the world
in silence deep as

" The Shepherdess," by Mice Meynell

tate drinks, so we become saints in the

Truth, and on the

little face the wondering look had given

place to one of sweet repose. It was the
mystery of Death.

At head and foot the tapers burned,

a golden light that clove the night as

Hope the encircling gloom. Across the

cot where lay the fair, frail form, his
hand reached out to hers and met and

clasped in tender burning touch. Into

the eyes of each there camethe lookl That
is the light of life; that spoke of self to

The immense ma
terial resources of
Asia

hurl

them-

selves against
Greek sentiment
and are shattered.
The Roman em

pire, robbed of Ro
man spirit, falls
apart; China, the
unalterable, the
anesthetic, is
dying
Napo
leon's cynical re
mark that Heaven

espoused the cause

of the larger army

f^iple should know tiiis trutii in advance.

therefore

nation

characterized

by

energy may well be eminent in poetry.

^Matthew Arnold.

the democracy of the dead all

men at last are equal. There is
neither rank nor

And nodding by the fire, take down this

station nor prerog

ative in the repub
lic of the grave. At
this fatal thresh

book.

And slowly read and dream of the soft

look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows

deep;

old the philoso

pher ceases to be

wise, and the song

of the poet is silent.

Dives relinquishes

How many loved your moments of glad

grace.

And loved your beauty with lovefalse or

true;

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you.

And loved the sorrows of your changing
face.

was nowhere better

his

millions

and

Lazarus his rags.

The poor man is as

rich as the richest,

^d the rich man

is as poor as the
pauper. The creditor loses his
usury, and the deb

disproved than
in his own history.

And bending down beside the glowing

A handful of colo
nial farmers is

Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled his obligation.

And paced upon the mountains overhead There the proud
And hid hisface amid a crowd of stars. man surrenders his
" When You Are Old," by Wmiam Butter Yeats (Katies, the poli

worth a regiment
of Hessians.To one
man

comes

bars

su

preme passion^the unity of Italy, it may

be, the reality of the Fatherland, the
liberation of Greece; and behold, it is
an accomplished fact.

It is impossible to exaggerate the omni

potence of himian feeling, of human
emotion, of human desire.
The miller looks to his millrace; the

tant concerns on hand look for the carry

heart.C. Hanford Henderson.

sleep.

each, yet told they two were one. It was

Life and Death bow down^the mystery
of Love.^James Himt Cook.

as we fail to do it, we are weak. Pagan

defeat and superseding came when the
human heart grew faint. It is the same
world, this in which we live; the source of
its power is still in the roimd tower of the

When you are old and gray and full of

the mystery to which the mysteries of

Genius is mainly an affair of energy, and

I)oetry is mainly an affair of genius;

more discouragexnent and faint-

and won, the victories and

defeats, the Reformation and the Re
naissance, all the great things that have
been done, have been first achieved in
the emotional life, in the hiunan spirit.

engineer replenishes his coalbin; the

sailor regards the quarter of the wind; so
must we people who have more impor

have built itself up within him as a posses^on that will never pass away. Young

^6 ^norance ofit has probably engen-

HE world-story after all is

nothing more than the story

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ing out of them to the strength and

purity of the feelings. As men we must
see to it that the heart beats high; as
educators we must see to it that the tide

^ ,

tor is acquitted of

tician his honors,

the worldling his pleasures; the invalid

needs no ph3^iciah, and the laborer rests

from imrequited toil.
Here at last is Nature's final decree
in equity. The wrongs of time are re

dressed. Injustice is expiated, the irony

of Fate is refuted; the unequal distri
bution of wealth, honor, capacity, plea
sure and opportunity, which makes life

such a crud and inexplicable tragedy,

ceases in the realm of deatli. The strongcat there has no supremacy, and the
weakest needs no defence. The mightiest
captain succumbs to that invincible
adversary, who disarms alike the victor

and the vanquished.^John J. Ingalls.

of childish feeling is at the flood; as

sociologists we must see to it that the

do things, and not by those who merely

people care. As we do this, we are strong;

talk about them.James Oliver.

The world is blessed most by men who

'^LBBKT ffUBBARD'S

Pi^efS

HE world has become one

'HE toxin of fatigue has been demon

dty. We begin to see that

only a sophomoric and stu
pendous conceit can justify
the claims of any race oi

strated; but the poisons generated

by evil temper and emotional excess
over non-essentials have not yet been
determined, although without a doubt
they exist. Explosions of temper, emo
tional cyclones, and needless fear and
panic over disease or misfortime that
seldom materialize, are simply bad
habits. By proper ventilation and illum
ination of the mind it is possible to cul- tivate tolerance, poise, and real coinage
without being a bromide-taker.

pe^le to be wholly superior to any

^er. No one race can be made perfect

williout the virtues of every other, or
^mthbut the universal fellowship of all
tfee (^dren of men.

iParlcness will cover the earth, until we

telEini the le^n of universal brotherhppd. Away with national and racial

^jUdice! By our practice and our

ii^thirany, let us stand fearlessly and
lovin^y for the unity of mankind.
Benjamin Fay Mills.

^'T*' BELIEVE in the spirit of peace,

in sole and absolute reliance on

truth and the application of it to the

hea^ and con^ences of the people. I

not bdieve that the weapons of
liberty ever have been, or era be, the
we^>oj:u' of despotism. I .know that

ttu^ of despotism are the sword, the

lerolver, the d^on, t^e bomb^^;

therefore, the. weapons to which
^ptwtsding and upon which thqr depend
^ not the weapons for me, as a friend of
Uberty.W. L. Garrison. <
. Thmgs to Remember1.
value of time. 2. Hie success of

pctse^^

3. The pleasure of worldng.

4. The di|mty of simplicity. 5. The

WGr& ^

ctoacter. 6. The power of .

^dni^. f. The ixifluence of Sample.

8. The pbligal^ of duty: 9. The wisdom

<of ecop^y. lOlTlie virtue of patience,

liv ^e ^^v^ent of talent. 12. The

Fidd.

^Metchnikoff.

E who proclaims the existence of

the Infiniteand none can avoid it
accumulates in that affirmation more .

IND numerous

mas brings a brief season

of happiness and enjoy
ment. How many families
whose members have been dispersed
and scattered far and wide, in the rest

less struggle of life, are then reunited,

and meet once again in that happy state

of companionship and mutual good-will,

which is a source of such pure and imdloyed delight, and one so incompat

everywhere the inevitable expression of

the supernatural is at the bottom of

every heart. The idea of God is a form of
the idea of the Infinite. As long as the

mystery of the Infinite wei^s on human

thought, temples will be erected for the

worship of the Infinite, whether God is
called Brahma, Allah, Jehovah or Jesus;
and on the pavement of those temples
men will be seen kneeling, prostrated,
annihilated in the thouf^ht of the
Infinite.Louis Pasteur.
>

IHERE are three kinds of silence.

Silence from words is good, because

inordinate speaking tends to^ evil.

recollections, and how many dormant

C We write these words now, mray

miles distant from the spot at which,

year after year, we met on that day, a
merry and joyous circle. Many of the
hearts that throbbed so gaily then, have
ceased to beat; many of the looks that
shone so brightiy then, have ceased to

glow; the hands we grasped, have grown

cold; the eyes we sought, have hid their

luster in the grave; and yet the old house,

the room, the merry voices and smiling

faces, the jest, the laugh, the most
minute and -tribal circumstance con

h^ds^ f^e first g^ Wbat it wants, and

^^^^Qo^ddn Graham,

and because it

lays a. foundation for a proper regula

tion and silence in other respects.
Madame Gujrcm.
St

a* fli

lUfe is ^de up of solbsj/dti^es and si^es

sr^es j^eipmii^ti^

internal recollection,

Hetuy.

Co-operation, and not Competition, is

the life of trade.^William C. Fitch.

better served in trifles, in proportion as

they are rather feared than loved; but
how small is this gain compared with
the loss sustained in all the wei^tier
affairs of life! Then the faithful servant

an enemy.^Frederica Bremer.
St ^

'F thou workest at that which is

before thee, following right reason
seriously, vigorously, calmly, without

allowing any^ing else to distract thee,

but keeping thy ivine part sure, if thou
shouldst be boimd to give it back
immediately; if thou boldest to this,
expecting nothing, fearing nothing, but
satisfied with thy present activity ac
cording to Nature, and with heroic truth
in every word and sound which thou
utterest, thou wilt live happyl And there
is no man who is able to prevent this.'
^Marcus Aurelius.
St

XDO not remejoiber that in my

whole life I ever wilfully misrep

resented anything to anybody at any

nected with those happy meetings,

time. I have never knowingly had con

crowd upon our mind at eadh recurrence

nection with a

fraudulent scheme. I

of the season, as if the last assemblage

have tried to do goodJn this world, not

had been but yesterday. Happy, happy

Christmas, that can win us back to the
delusions of our diildish days, recall to

have attempted in my humble way to

the old man the pleasures of his youth,

and transport the traveler back to his
own fireside and quiet home!
Charles Dickens.

harm, as my enemies would have the

world believe. I have helped men and
be of some service to my country.

^J. Herijont Morgan.

Bt ot

'a.

-OWERS have an expression of

countenance as much as men or

ness of spirit. But the best of all^ is

silence from unnecessary and wandering

thous^ts, because that is essential to

creature. Even for their own sakes,

people should show kindness and regard

for their dependents. They are often

one who serves from fear shows himsdf

sympathies, Christmas-time awakens!

the Infinite in the world; ^ough it,

tarily wounds the heart of a fellow-

world, that the religious belief of the

most civilized nations, and the rude
traditions of the roughest savages, alike
number it among the first days of a
future state of existence, provided for

the blest and happy! How many old

\^en this notion seizes upon our under- ,

standing, we can but kneel. ,! see

pain; and the most acute reasoner

can not find an excuse for one who volun

shows himself at once a friend,, while the

in all the miracles of all the religions; for

the notion of the Infinite presents that
double character, that it forces itself

upon us and yet is incomprehensible.

^HE great duty of life is not to give

ible with the cares and sorrows of the

of the supernatural than is to be found

Silence or rest from desires or passions is

#e 8!eiqmd 1(3^ wi^^ it has. There's no

fpr the^fo^ but success; and th^e's
up cure at all fpr
seccmd.

indeed are

the hearts to which Christ

still better, because it prompts quick

woi^d': the discontent that
and^e dise^
that wrings its

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animals. Some seem to smile; some have

bread of bitterness is tiie ibod

on which men grow to their fullest

stature; the waters of bitterness are the

debatable ford through which they reach

the ^ores of Wisdom; the ashes boldly

grasped and eaten without faltering are

^e 'price that must be paid for the

golden fruit of knowledge.Ouida.

a sad expression; some are pensive and

diffident; others again are plain, honest

and upright, like the broadfaced sun

flower and t^e hollyhock.

^Henry Ward Beechcr*

St St

When love arid skill work tpgetha-

expect a masterpiece.^John Ruskin.

HUBBARD^S

PagisSO

jBOOK.

O one understands the nature

world outside* Then comes the woman

of love; it is like a bird of

with the key, and in she steps; the win

dows are opened, the imprisoned air

heaven that sings a strange

language. It lights down
among us, coming from
ndirace we know not, going we know
not how or when, strildng out wild notes

x& mudc that znake even fatigued and

heavy hearts to throb and give back a

^e of courage
SiisSi we say that the creature without
IdVe is like the lamp unlit? There it is
and no one needs it. But touch it with

flame, and it trembles and ^ows and

tH^mes the center of the room where it

s$i3nds. Eversrthix]^ that falls under its

tays is new-^t. So does the lover see all

^tural thinp quite new.

(|r take the image of the witheripg plant
th^ is dying of drou^t. The sun's rays

have paired it; the roots have searched

aM seardied for moisture in a soil that

^ws every day harder and drier. The

plant wilts and hangs its head; it is
fainting and ready to die, when down

comes the rain in a murmuring multittide of round scented drops, the purest
thing alive, a distilled essence, necessary
to life. Under that baptism the plant
lilts itsdf up; it drinks and rejoices. In
ni^t it renews its strengA; in the
nloming the heat it has had from the
sui^ reinforced by the rain, bursts out

there is the sound of footsteps; and more

footsteps. The |iouse ^ows and lives.
Orace Rhys.

O ELOQUENT,- just, and mighty

Death1 Whom none could advise,

thou hast persuaded; what none hath

dared, thou hast done; and whom all the

world hath flattered, tiiou only hast cast

out of the world and despised: thou hast

drawn together all the far-stretched
greatness, all the pride, cruelty and am
bition of man, and covered it all ovct
with these two
facet /^Raleigh.

narrow

wordsHie

j^^H, the eagerness and freshness of

youth! Howthe boy eiyoys'l^ food,

his sleep, his sports, his companions, his

truant days! His life is an adventure, he

with two companions and a big dog

delight that came nearer intoxication

world of delightful sensations ^d im

iid ftom hini has burst forth a flood of

color and splendorcreative work that

pressions for a world of duties and

An^er image mig|it be of the harp

Lucl^r is he who can get his grapes to

studies and meditations. The youth

enjoys what the man tries to understand.

to be reuziited to the wind of the

"How wdl it is written!" I thought it a

doubtful compliment. It should have
been so wdl written that the reader
would not have been consdous of the'
writing at all.

If we could only get the writing, the

craft, out of our stories and essays and
poems, and make the reader fed he was

face to face with the real thii^! The

complete identi

market and keep the bloom upon them,

who can carry some of the freshness and
eagerness and simplicity of youth into
his later years, who can have a boy's
heart below a man's head.

^John Biutou^s.
The lawyer who uses his knowledge to
stir up strife among the industrious and
impede the path of commerce, that he
himself may thrive, is unworthy of our
respect.V/. H. Seward.

fication of the style

foimd in the coars

O, like a queen's her happy tread.

And like a queen's her golden head!

with the thou^t;

est oyster-sheU

But O, at last, when all is said.

the complete ab-

Her woman's heart for me!

Two men have the

same thoughts;
they use about the
same words in ex

pressing them; yet

with one the pro
duct is real litera

it is platitude.
The

difference

is

all in presentation;
a

finer and more

the one case than

in the other. The
dements are better

comes, much comeslwith it.We exchange a

dip^ ^ut; the dean wind gpes about and

#i&und it; and can not find an entrance,
dull heavy air is faint within; it

and effect, how widdy tiiey differ!

The pearl contains
nothing that is not

his dominion, he is conquering his king

dom. How cheap are his pleasures, how
ready his enthusiasms! In boyhood I
have had more delight on a haymow

love come to such a man and take him up

fall ofni^t. The windows ^e dark; the

tion. In substance, the charcoal and

the diamond are one, but in form

compendious pro
cess has gone on in

than I have ever had in all the subse

0r pietwe the ui^i^ted house, empty at

of substance, but of arrange

ment of the particles^the crystalliza

is widening his outlook, he is extenc^g

quent holidays of my life. When youth

goes, much goes with it. When manhood

fingers i3aat pluck at the strings,

and the air is filled with melody; the
li^gins to live, tlu^Uing and rej[i^#ng, do^ to its golden foot.

We wandered where the river gleamed

'Neath oaks that mused and pines that
dreamed,

A wild thing of the woods she seemed.

So proud, and pure, and free!

that the reader

shall say, " How

good, how real, how
true!"^that is the
great success. Seek

AU heaven drew.nigh to hear her sing.

When from her lipi her soul took wing;
The oaks forgot their pondering.
The pines their reverie.

truth first, and

things shall be

And O, her happy, queenly tread.

And O, her queenly golden head!
But O, her heart, when all is said.
Her woman's heart for me!

of Stevenson's
books, like An In-

fused and knitted

togetJier; they are

" Song," hy WWiam Watson

in some way heightened and intensified.

Is not here a due to what we mean by
style?

so^tion ofthe man

witi his matter, so

ye the kingdom of'

ture,with the other

into colored flowers. So I have known a

l^t stands by itsdf in golden aloofness,

^mes l^e beautify arms, the cur-

between

mon stone is not an essential

difference^not a difference

and the fire are lit; so that light fills

windows and doors. The tables are set,

difference

precious stone and a com

rushes out, the wind* enters; the lamps

iim battered by hard life and the

excess of his own passions: I have seen
fdeanse him and set him on his feet;

HE

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Style transforms common quartz into an

Egyptian pebble. We are apt to think of
style as something external, that can be

put on, something in and of itself.

But it is not; it is in the mmost texture
of the substance itsdf.

Polish, choice words, faultless rhetoric,

are only the accidents of style.

Indeed, perfect workman^p is one

thing; style, as the great writers have it,

is quite another. It may, and often does,
go with faulty workmanship. It is the
choice of words in a fresh and vital way,

so as to give us a vivid sense of a new

spiritual force and personality. In the

best work the style is foimd and hidden

added

a^

I think we do fed,
with regard tosome
land Voyage, Trav

els With a Dorikey,

etc., how well they
are written a^ Cer

tainly one would not have the literary

skill any less, but would have one's
attention kept from it by the richness of
the matter. Hence I think a British

critic hits the mark when he says

Stevenson lacks homdiness.

Doctor Holmes wrote fine and eloquent

poems, yet I think one does not fed that
he is essentially a poet. His work has not
the inevitableness of Nature; it is a

skilful literary feat; we admire it, but

seldom return to it. His poetry is a
stream in an artifidal channd; his

natural channel is his prose; herewe get

hisfreest and mostspontaneous activity.
One fault I find with our younger and

more promising school of novdists is that

their aim is too literary; we feel they are

striving mainly for artistic effects. Do

in the matter.

we feel this at all in Scott, Dickens,

I heard a reader observe, after finishing

one of Robert Louis Stevenson's books,

Hawthorne or Tolstoy? These men are

not thinking about art, but about life

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^LBBRiT HUBBARD^S

^UR friendships hiu-ry to short and

In life alone can he find out. Action tests

HO can describe the pleasure

Wilde, Lang, the same thing

QpGurs; we are constantly aware of the

his moral virtues, reflection his intel

and delight, the peace of

poor conclusions, because we have

lectual. If he would define himself to

mind and soft tranquillity,

litsiiBry artist; they are^not in love with

himself he must think.

felt in the balmy air and

" We are weak in action," says Renan,

among the green hills and

made them a texture of wine and dreams,

instead of the tough fiber of the himian
heart. The laws of friendship are great,
austere, and eternal, of one web with the
laws of nature and of morals. But we
have aimed at a swift and petty benefit,
to such a sudden sweetness. We snatch
at the slowest fruit in the whole garden
of God, which many summers and many
winters must ripen. We seek our friend
not sacredly, but with an adulterate pas
sion which would appropriate him to

to produce life. C In essayists like

reality, so much as they are with

wc^d^ style, literary effects

Their

^ousne^ is mainly an artistic seriousn^. It is not so much that they have

sc^melMig to say, as that they are iilled

a d^e to say something.

N^ly ail our magazine ix)ets seem iilled

wth the s^e desire; what labor, what
^d technique; but what a dearth ot

falling and ^ntaneityt I read a few

IMes or stanzas and then stop. I see it is

ply deft handicraft, and fliat the heart

soul are not in it.

One day my boy killed what an old

huBt^ told him was a mock duck. It

lc]^; Hke a duck, it acted like a dud^

Mt wh^ it came upon the tableit
us.

Th^ mock poems of the magazines

renui^ me of it.

" by our best qualities; we are strong in

action by'will and a certain one-sidedness." " The moment Byron reflects,"

sajrs Goethe, " he is a child." Byron had

no self-knowledge. We have aU kno^
people who were ready and siu-e in
action, who did not know themselves at
all. Your weakness or strength as a

person comes out in action; your weak

ness or strength as an intellectual force
comesoutin reflection.^JohnBurrou^s.

gS long as nations meet on the fields

of war^as long as they sustain the

irelations of savages to each otheras
long as they put the laurel and the oak

on the brows of those who killjust so

long will citizens resort to violence, and

the quarrels be settled by dagger and

is it not imfaSr to take any book, cer-

revolver.Robert G. Ingersoll.

upon it? Great books are not'addressed

taiMy any gr^t piece of literature, and

^elil^ately sit down to pass judgment

DO not belong to the amiable group

- of " men of compromise." I am in

the habit of giving candid and strai^t-

to the critical judgment, but to the life,

the souT. Th^ need to slide into one's
life earne^y, and find him with his
down, lus doors open, his attitude

which a half-century of serious and

laborious study has led me to form. If I

d^mterested. The reader is to give himI# to th^, as they give themselves to

remember that the victory of pure reason

h^; there must be self-sacrifice.

We fed the great books when we are

forward expression to /the convictions

seem to you an iconoclast, I pray you to

over superstition will not be achieved

without a tremendous struggle.
Ernst Haeckel.

youx^, eaga, receptive. After we grow

^4 and critical we find few great broks.

f^reixch* critic says: " It seems

to mev "wroflb of art ore not made to be

llELIEVE me when I tell you that

thrift of time will repay you in
after-life, witi a usury of profit beyond

rich woods of an inland village?

Who can tell how scenes of peace and

quietude sink into the minds of painwom dwellers in close and noisy places,

and carry their own freshness deep into

their jaded hearts?
Men who have lived in crowded, pent-up

streets, through whole lives of toil, and

never wished for change; men to whom
custom has indeed been second natiu-e,

and who have come almost to love each

brick and stone that formed the narrow
boundaries of their daily walkseven

they, with the hand of death upon them,

have been known to yearn at last for one

short glimpse of Nature's face, and,

carried far from the scenes of their old
painsand pleasures, halve seemed to pass
at once into a new state of being, and
crawling forth from day to day to some
green, sunny spot, have had such mem->
ories wakened up within them by the

mere sight of sky, and hill, and plain,

and glistening water, that a foretaste of
heaven itself has soothed their qmck
decline, and they have sunk into ttetf
tombs as peacefully as the sun, whose
setting they watched from their lonely
chamber window but a few hours before,
faded from their dim and feeble sightl
C The memorieswhich peacefulTOuntry
scenes call up are not of this worid or ot

its thoughts and hopes. Their g^tle

influence may teach us to weave fre^

garlands for the graves ofthose we loved,,

ourselves

I do not wish to treat friendships dain

tily, but with roughest courage. When

they are real, they are not ^ass threads
or frost-work, but the solidest thing we
know

The end of friendship is a commerce the

most strict and homely that can be
joined; more strict than any of which we

have experienced. It is for aid and com

fort through all the relations and pas
sages of life and death. It is fit for serene
days, and graceful gifts, and country
rambles, but also for rough roads tod
hard fare, shipwreck, poverty and perse
cution. It-keeps company with the sallies
of the wit and the trances of religion. We
are to dignify to each other the daily
needs and offices of man's life, tod embd-

lish it .by courage, wisdom and unity. It

shoidd never ^1 into something usual

and settled, but should be alert tod
inventive, and add rhyme and reason to
what was drudgery.^Emerson.
^

CAN not commend to a business

of real life. It is

your most sanguine dreams; and^ that

before it old enmity and hatred; but

house any artificial plto for making

men producersany scheme for driving
them into business-building. You must

si^t of their true significance.''

C " How ^ 4< isaa learn to knowhim-

intellectual and moral stature, beyond

your darkest reckoning.

reflective mind a vague and half-formed

lead them through their self-interest. It

distant time, which calls up solemn

ness,Charles H. Steinway.

spired by anger. When I am angry I can

bends down pride and worldliness be

neath it.Charles Dickens.

mimd, to 1^4 to be an orator or legis

lator, by actu^ tri^. Has he courage,

write, pray, and preach well; for then my

whole temperament is quickened, my
understanding sharpened, and all mimdtoe vexations and temptations depart.

The cynic is one who knows the price of

everything tod the value of nothing.

^^CCTtrol,, 'sdf^dgni^', Ibi^tud^, etc.?

^Luther.

j^dged^ W t0 be loved, to please, to

(^Mpate ^e

precisdy ^y wising to judge them that

" ix^uire} iGo<^e. " Never by re-

^Mon, oMy by a^on." Is not this a

hj^jiti^th? One can only learn hispowers

of action by acti^,, tod Ws powere of

t^ug^t by thinking. Me can <^y learn

wheti^ felf n^ he has ^wer to com-

waste of it will make you dwindle alike in

^W. E. Gladstone.

I never work better than when I am in

may purify our thoughts and bear down

beneath all this there lingere in Aele^

consciousness ofhaving held such fee^

ings long before in some remote and
thou^ts of distant times to come, tod

The happiness of a man in this life does

not consist in the absence but in the

m^tery of his passions.^Tennywn.

is this alone that will keep them keyed up

to the full capacity of their productive

Oscar WUde.

Snobbery is the pride of those who are

not sureoftheirposition.-BertonBraley.

'BLBBRT HUBBAMi^S

Piigfi84

HEN the td^ram came,

early one Monday morning,
what was our first thought,

Page 8S

greatness. It was native in him to rejoice

Argos, dear land of home." C And then

favorite. Sir Thomas Browne: a passage

in the successes of other men at least as

consider the brave spirit that carried

him^the last of a great racealong this

beginning " He was fruitlessly put in

hope of advantage by change of Air, and
imbibing the pure Aerial Nitre of those-

numbness of sorrow passed

much as in his own triumphs. One almost

felt that, so long as good books were
written, it was no great concern to him

and tiie selfish instinct began to reassert

whether he or others wrote them. Bom

itself (as it always does) and whisper

with an artist's craving for beauty of

expression, he achieved that beauty with

as soon as the immediate

" What have / lost? What is the differ

ence to meV* Was it not something like

ini^te pains. Confident in romance and
in the beneficence
thisPut away
books and paper The royal feast was done; the King
of joy, he cherished
a^ pen. Stevenson
Sought some new sport to banish care. the flame of joyous
is dead. Stevenson And to his jester cried: " Sir Foot,
romance with more
isi dead, and now
Kneel now, and make for us a prayer." than Vestal fervor,
tiiere is nobody left
and kept it ardent
fc write for." Our The jester doffed his cap and bells.
in a body which
And stood the mocking court before;
childrenand grandNature, unkind
^dren shall re They could not see the bitter smile
from the beginning,
Behind the painted grin he wore.
joice in his books;
seemed to delight

biit weofthis gene

ration possessed in
the living man
something that
will not know.

& long as he lived,

^ugh it were far
from Britain

He bowed tas head, and bent his knee

decayed" almost

"No pity. Lord, could change the heart

from birth. And his

books leave the im

From red with unong to white as wool;

The rod must heal the sin: but Lord,

turn and he, perhad bardy

lu^trd our names
we always wrote

" *T is not by guilt the onward sweep

Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay;
*Tis by our follies that so long
We hold the earth from heaven away.

^ter amongst us
-^^mall

or

more

more unkindness
a " soul's dark cot

Upon the monarch's silken stool;

His pleading voice arose: **0 Lord,
Be merciful to me, a fool!

though we had
never spoken to

our best for Steven

son. To him each

in visiting with

Be merciful to me, a fool!

"These clumsy feet, still in the mire.

Go crushing blossoms without end;
(Condnded on next page)

than smallhad.
bem proud to have carried his best. That

tage, battered and

pression that he did

this chiefly from a
sense of duty: that
belabored and kept

the lamp alight

chiefly because, for

the time, other and

stronger men did

not

Had there been

another Scott,
another Dumas

mig^t be poor enou^. So^ong as it

if I may change the image^to take up

the tor^ of romance and nm with it, I

was not slipshod. Stevenson could for

gave. While he lived, he moved men to

doubt if Stevenson would have offered

himself. I almost think in that case he

;^t their utmost even into writings that

would have consigned with Nature and

iiidte certainly would never meet his eye.

nif^et^ pole.

sat at ease, content to read of new Ivanhoes and new D'Artagnans: for^let it be
said again^no man had less of the
ignoble itch for merely personal success.
Think, too, of what the struggle meant
for him: how it drove him unquiet about
the world, if somewhere he might meet

Yht he foundedno school,though inost of

w lrpm time to time have poorly tried to

with a climate to repair the constant

drain upon his feeble vitality; and how

Siu^y another age willwonder over tiiis

curioMty of l^ersthat for five years

1|iie nee^e of literary endeavor in Great

Bntaizi has quivered towards a little

inland m the South Pacific, a^ to its

qc^ihixh. He remained altogether inimi^bl^i yt never se^^ conscious of his

at last it flung him, as by a " sudden

freshet," upon Samoa^to die " far from

far and difiScult path; for it is tfie man

we must consider now, not, for the
moment, his writings. Fielding's voyage
to Lisbon was long and tedious enough;
but almost the whole of Stevenson's life

has been a voyage to Lisbon, a voyage in

Parts; and therefore, l^jng so far spent,

he quickly foimd Sardinia in Tivoli, and
the most healthful air of little effect,
where Death had set her Broad Arrow."
A statelier sentence of the same author
occurs to me now:

the very penumbra

of death. Yet Stevenson spoke always

as gallantly as his
great predecessor.

Their "cheerful
stoicism," which

These hard, well-meaning hands we

thrust

Among theheart'strings ofafriend.

selves, which ^ing

not only a hope.

"The ill-timed truth we might have kept but an evidence m

Who knows how sharp it pierced and noble bdievers, it

allieshisbookswith

the best British

" To live indeed, is

to be again our-

stung?

The word we had not sense to say

in St. Innocent's

long as our nation

shall value breeding
5^

"Our faults no tenderness should ask.

The chastening stripes must cleanse
them all;

Ready to be anything in the ecsta^

of being ever, and

It shines to our

But for our blundersoh, in shame

breeding, will keep

them classical as

dim eyes now, as

we turn over the
familiar pages of

Who knows how grandly it had rung! Churchyard, as in

Before the eyes of heaven wefall.

.
"Earth bears no balsam for rmstakes;

the sands of Egypt,

as content wiA six

foot as the moZes of

Adrianus."
This one lies, we

Virginibus PuerisMen crown the knave, and scourge the

and from page
tool
.
^ ,
after pagein sen- Thatdid his will; but Thou, O Lord,
tences and fragBe merciful to me, a fool!"

are told, on a
mountain-top,
overlooking the
Pacific. At first it

ments of sentences
** It is not alto-

seemed so much
easier to distrust a

gether ill with the

invalid after all."

" Who would find
heart enough to begin to live, if he

The room was hushed; tn silence rose

TheKing, and sought hisgardens cool. News Agency than

And walked apart, and murmured low,

"Be merciful to me, a fool!"
" The Fool's Prayer," Edward Rowland Sm

dallied with the consideration of death?"

to accept Stevenson's loss. " O cap-

tain, my captain!"
One needs not be

an excellent writer to feel that writing

..." What sorry and pitiful quibbling

will be thankless work,now that Steven-

all this isl"..." It is better to live and

be done with it, than to die daily in the

even if the doctor does not give you a

son is gone. But the papers by this time

leave no room for doubt. "A grave was
dug on the summit of Mount Vaea,
thirteen hundred feet above the sea. The

make one brave push and see what can

be accomplished in a week. . . / For
surely, at whatever age it overtake the

with great difficulty, a track having to be

cut through the Aick bush whichcovers
the side of the hill, from the base to the

I remember now (as one rememberslittle

things at such times) that, when first I
heaitl of his going to Samoa, there came
into my head (Heaven knows why) a
trivial, almost ludicrous passagje from his

and grandfather planted the high sealights upon the Inchcape and the Tyree
Coast. He, the last of their line, nursed
another light and tended it. Their lamps
still shine upon the Bell Rock and the

sick-room. By all meansbeginyour folio;

year, even if he hesitates over a month,

man, this is to die young."

coffin was carried up the hill by Samoans

peak." For the good of man, his father

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'BLBBRSr HUBBARD*S

Bage 86

Skerryvore; and^though in alien seas,

igjpn a rock of exile^this other light

dbiaU continue, unquenchable by age,

serene.

'* The Death of Robert Louis Steven

son," by Sir A. T. Quiller-Couch.

flJUSIC is to me an ethereal rain, an

ever-soft distillation, fragrant and
liquid ^d wholesome to the soul, as

dew to flowers; an incomprehensible

delict, a joy, a voice of mystery, that

blessings li{^t on him that first

invented this same sleep: it covers
a man all over, thoughts and all, like a
doak; it is meat for the himgry, drink
for the thirsty, heat for the cold, and
cold for the hot. It is the current coin

that purchases all the pleasures of the

world cheap; and it is ^e balance that

sets the king and Ae shepherd, the fool

and the wise man, even. There is only

te sphere of the senses and the soul, and

one thing, which somebody once put

into my head, that I dislike in sleep:
it is, that it resembles death; there is
very little difference between a man in

plead with pure, unrefined human nature

his first sleep and a man in his last sleep.

srams to stand on the boundary between

tp ascend into regions of seraphic unocmtained life.

0 wondrous powert Art thou not thtf

nearest breatii of God's own beauty,

bom to us amid the infinite, whisperliS: gallery of His reconciliation! Type of

ajl' iQve and reconciliation, solvent of
haid, coiitrary elements^blender of
8^ with soul, and all with the Infinite

Ifeffmony.^John S. Dwight.

HAUGHTER,
while it lasts, dackens
^d unbraces the mind, weakens the

Cervantes.

PjHE true rule, in determining to

embrace or reject anything, is not

whether it have any evil in it, but

whether it have more of evil than of

go6d. There are few things wholly evil

ne^ and disrolution in all the powers of

l>on as a weakness in the composition of

nature. But if we consider the

fr^Uent rdiefs we receive from it, and

1^# often it breaks the ^oom which

M apt to duress the mind and damp
^ apints, with transient, unexpected
#eaim of j^, one would take care not
to gr^pw too wise for so great a pleasure
df life.-^Addi80n.

high^ compact we can make

fdlow is, let there be truth
#i tWo forevermore. It is sub-

Ume to f(^i ^d say of another, I need

timer m^, pr ap^, or write to him;
we
i^ot reiiifpi^e ourselves, or send
itokeiut ofremembrance; I rely on himas

mj^f; if he did nci thus or thus, I

iknpw it was fig^t.-~^mer8bn%

There ^e whole wcwlds of fact waitixig

to be disobve^ed by inference.

Woodirow Wilson.

responsibilities of today and

measures up to the possibilities of the
future

to those who sit m darkness. C Behold a

republic gradually but surely becoming

the supreme moral factor in the world's
progress and the accepted arbiter of the
world's disputesa republic whose his-

to^, like the path of the just, is "as the

shining light that shineth more and more

unto the perfect day."" The Ideal

so

Behold a-republic, resting securely upon

Republic," by William Jennings Bryra.
the foundation stones quarried by revo
>
lutionary patriots
will sucfrom the mountain
I wandered lonely as a cloud
of eternal trutha

That floats on high o *er vales and hills,

republic applying
in practice and proclaiming to the

Beside the lake, beneath the trees.

world the self-evi

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

dent proposition
that

all

men

are

Continuous as the stars that shine

created equal; that

And twinkle in the milky way.

they are endowed

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

with

inalienable

ri^ts; that govern

Ten thousand saw I at a glance.

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

ially of government policy, is ,an insep

ments are insti

tuted among men
to secure these

best judgment of the preponderance be

tween them is continually demanded

ernments derive

A poet could not but be gay.

^A. Lincoln.

their just powers

from the consent of

In such a jocund company:

/Tto pursue trifles is the lot of human-

the governed.
Behold a republic

What wealth the show to me had brought:

in which civil and

For oft, when on my couch I lie

religious liberty

law restrains every

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart vnth pleasure fills.
And dances with the daffodils.

hand uplifted for a

neighbor's injury

" I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud,"

William Wordswo^h

or whollygood.Almost everything, spec

arable compoimd of ^e two, so that our

faculties^ and causes a kind of remiss-

tJw ^ul; and thus far it may be looked

CAN conceive of a national

destiny surpassing the glories

ofthe present and the past
a destiny which meets the

ity; and whether we bustle in a pan

tomime, or strut at a coronation, or shout
at Q, bonfire, or harangue in a senate-

house^whatever object we follow, it

will at last conduct us to futility and

disappointment. The wise bustle and

lau^ as they walk in the pageant, but
fools bustle and are important; and this
probably is all the difference between

rights; that gov

stimulate all to
earnest endeavor,
and in which the

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

I gazedand gazedbut little thought

them.Oliver Goldsmith.

X PAINFULLY reflect that in al

no one cares to wear a crown.

the educated classes, the wealthy classes,

the titled classes, have been in the wrong.

The* common people^the toilers, the

men of uncommon sense^these have

been responsible for nearly all of the

TOcial reform measures which the world
acc^ts today.W. E. Gladstone.

Laws are not made for the good.

Socrates.

ceed best when

you put the rest
less, anxious side
of affairs out of
mind, and allowthe
restfiil side to live

in your thoughts.
Margaret Stowe.
is

an

do-

& quent man

who can treat

humble subjects
with delica<y, lofty
things impressively
and moderate

things temperate
ly.Cicero.
DO not know

a republic in which
. wu
every citizen is a sovereign, but m which

most every political controversy of

the last fifty years the leisured classes,

Page tS7

Behold a republic standing erect, while

empires all around are bowed beneath
the weight of their own armamentsa

republic whose flag is loved, while other

flags are only feared.

Behold a republic increasing in popula

tion, in wealth, in strength and influence,
solving the problems of civilization and
hastening.the coming of universal broth
erhooda republic which shakes thrones
and dissolves aristocracies by its silent
example, and gives light and protection

what I may
appear to the

world, but to my
self I seem to have

been only like a

boy playing on the
seashore, and di

verting myself in
now and then find

ing a prettier shell, or a smoother pebble

than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of
truth lay all imdiscovered before me.
^Newton.

frfs a writer, I have only one desire

aJ. to fill you with fire, to pour into you
the distilled essence of the sun itself. I

want every thought, every word, every

act of mine to make you feel that you
are receiving into your body, into your
mind, into your soul, the sacred spirit
that changes clay into men and men into
gods.^Thomas Dreier.

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)URSCOR and seven years

ago

our

fathers

brought

forth on this continent a

new nation, conceived in

liboty and dedicated to the

proposition that all men are created
equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil

'war, testing whether that nation, or any

nation so conceived and so defeated,

can long endure. We are met on a great

battlefidd of that war. We have come to

dedicate a portion of that field as a final

resting-place for those who here gave
their lives that that nation might live. It

is altogether fitting and proper that we

^uld do this. But in a larger sense we
can not dedicate, we can not consecrate,
we can not hallow this ground. The brave

|]NE man when he has done a

service to another is ready

[RT is not a sermon, and the artist is

to set it down to his account

indirection. The beautiful refines. The

as a favor conferred. Another

perfect in art suggests the perfect in

is not ready to do this, but

still in his own mind he thinks of the
man as his debtor, and he toows what
he has done. A third in a manner does
not even know what he has done, but he

conduct. The harmony in music teaches,

without intention, the lesson of propor
tion in life. The bird in his song has no

begetting of immortal children lies the

real enjojrment.Schopenhauer.

XF it's near dinner-time, the fore

man takes out his watch when the

jury have retired and says: " Dear me,

gentlemen, ten minutes to five, I declare!
I dine at five, gentlemen." " So do I,"
says everybody else except two men who
ought to have dined at three, and seem
more than half-disposed to stand out

moral purpose, and yet the influence is

humanizing. The beautiful in nature acts
through apprecia
tion and sjrmpathy.

is like a vine which

has produced

produced its proper

I went to Europe, said my friend,

Expecting wonders rare
To open vistas without end.
And lay the future bare.

rather think^but don't let that influence

fruit. As a horse
when he has run, a

Paris, of course, would he in style;

in consequence. The foreman smiles and

puts up his watch: " Well, gentlemen,
what do we say? Plaintiff, defendant,
gentlemen? I rather think, so far as I
am concerned, gentlemenI say I

grapes, and seeks

for nothing more
after it has once

you^I rather think the plaintiffs the

dog when he has

men, living and dead, who struggled here

have consecrated it far above our poor

man."Charles Dickens.

caught the game, a

power to add or detract. The world will

"MMORTALITY is a word that

Hope through all the ages has been
whispering to Love 6^ The miracle of

Httle note nor long remember what we

not a preacher. Art accomplishes by

bee when

it

has

And Berlin, London, Rome,

Would show me something more worth

while

Than anything at home.

made its honey, so

a man when he has
done a good act

And then to hear them cheer a crown.

does not call out

for others to come

That the dark ages handed down.

It does not brow

beat, neither does

it humiliate. It is
beautiful without

regard to you
Roses would be un
bearable if in their

red and perfumed

hearts were mot
toes to the effect
that bears eat bad

boys and that hon

esty is the best
policy ^

say he?e, but it can never forget what

th^ did here. It is for us, the living;

thou^t we can not understand. The

rather to be dedicated here to the un

mystery of life and death we can not com

finished work which Aey who fought

here have thus far so nobly advanced. It

prehend. This chaos called world has

never been explained. The golden bridge
of life from gloom emerges, and on
shadow rests. Beyond this we do not
know. Fate is speechless, destiny is dumb,

and

and the secret of the futxire has never yet

be one of these, who in a manner acts

virtues unconsciously grow. The rain

does not lecture the seed. The light does

23rather for us to be here dedicated to the

g^reat task remaining before us, that

n>m these honored dead we talfp in
creased devotion to that cause for which
they gave the last full measure of devo

tion; that we here highly resolve that

these dead shall not have died in vain;
that this nation, under God, shall have
a new birth of freedom, and that govern
ment of.the people, by the people and for

the people she^ not peri^ from the

earth.Address at Gettysburg," by
Abraham I/inc61n.

|:ENIUS is its own reward: for a

man's best qualities must neces

sarily boiefit himself. " He who is bom

with a talent,.for a talent, finds in it his

happiest existence," says Gk>ethe. If we
l^k up to a great man of the past, we
db not say, " How happy he is to be

admired by all of us;" but "How

Mppy he must have been in the direct

enjoyment of a mind whose traces con
tinue to delight mankind for centuries."

Ni^ fame itself is of value, but that

wherewith it is acquired; and in the

see,

but

he

goes on to another

Or praise some rusty thing

Waswas astonishing.
" Travel," by William Griffith

act, as a vine goes

on to produce again

the grapes in season. Must a man then

Art creates an at

mosphere in which
the proprieties, the
amenities, and the

not make rules for the vine and flower.

been told. We love; we wait; we hope.

The more we love, the more we fear.
Upon the tenderest heart the deepest

thus without observing it? Yes. What

more dost thou want when thou hast
done a man a service? Art thou not con

The heart is softened by the pathos of

the perfect.^Robert G. Ingersoll.

shadows fall. All paths, whether filled

tent that thou hast done something com

fortable to thy nature, and dost thou
seek to be paid for it, just as if the eye
demanded a recompense for seeing, or

N imperfect soul seeing what is good

and great and true, but very often
failing in the attempt to attain it, is apt

with thorns or flowers, end here. Here

success and failure are the same. The

rag of wretchedness and the purple robe

of power all differences and distinction
lose in this democracy of death. Char
acter survives; goodness lives; love is
immortal.^Robert G. Ingersoll.

[HERE is an idea abroad among

moral people that they should make
their neighbors good. One person I have
to make good: myself. But my duty to
my neighbor is much more nearly ex

pressed by saying that I have to make

him happy if I may.^R. L. Stevenson.

the feet should demand a recompense

for walking?^Marcus Aurelius.

to be very harsh in its judgments on the

shortcomings of others. But a divine and

sovereign soula soul that has more

nearly attained to the measure of the

I regard ideas only in my struggles: to

perfect man^takesa calmer and gentler,
the persons of my opponents I am indif
because
a larger-hearted view of those
ferent, bitterly as they have attacked
and slandered my own person.

little

weaknesses

and

indirectnesses

^Emst Haeckel.

which it can not but daily see.^Farrar.

(HE equal right of all men to the use

^p^USTICE is as strictly due between

of land is as clear as their equal

right to breathe the air^it is a right

proclaimed by the fact of their existence.

Some people are so painfully good that

For we can not suppose that some men

they would rather be right than be

pleasant.It. C. Ball.

others no right.^Henry George.

have a right to be in this world, and

neighbor nations as between neigh

bor citizens. A highwayman is as mudb
a robber when he plunders in a gang, as

wKen single; and a nation that nu^es

an unjust war is only a great gang.
^Franklin.

ALBERT fIUBBARD*S
|ET us ask ourselves, what is
education? Above all things,
what is our ideal of a thor-

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My metaphor will remind some of you

of the famous picture in which Retzsch
has depicted Satan playing at chess

ou^y liberal education?

of that education which,

mocking fiend in that picture, a calm,

l^yeoursdivesof that education which,

strong angel who is playing for love, as

we say, and would ratiher lose than win

^ we could begin life again, we would

if we could mould the fates to our own

wiUi we would giveour children. W^, I

l^pw not what may be your concep
tion upon this matter, but I will tdl
jrou mine, and I hope I shall find that

o^ ^ews are not very discrepant.

^Pl^se it were perfectly certain tjiat

life and .fortune of every one of us
cme day or other, depend upon

^ winning or losing a game of chess,

wcm't 3rou think that we should all con-

si^w it to be a primary duty to learn at

with man for his soul. Substitute for the

and I should accept it as an image of

human life.

Well, what I mean by Education is

learning the rules of this mighty game.
In other words^ education is the instruc

sailer who allowed his son, or the state

*8 a very plain and elementary

tihat the life, the fortune, and the

haziness ofevery one ofus, and, more

or 1^, of those who are coimected with

and if it fails to stand the test, I will not

call it education, whatever may be the

force of authority, or of numbers, upon
the other side.

It is important to remember that, in

strictness, there is no such thing as an
uneducated man Take an extreme

case. Suppose that an adult man, in the

fiill vigor of his faculties, could be

suddenly placed in ^e world, as Adam

Nature would begin to teach him,

through the eye, the ear, the touch, the

left

uneducated?

Not

five

minutes.

^ a gapM of his or her own. The chess-

^ard is ttie world, the pieces are the

properties of objects. Pain and pleasure

would be at his elbow telling him to do
this and avoid that; and by slow degrees

of the universe, the rules of

the man would receive an education,

tee what we Ccdl the laws of

which, if narrow, would be thorough,

real, and adequate to his circumstances
though there would be no extras and
very few accomplishments.

jwst, and patient. But

aisp we feow, to our cost, that he never

ov^l^ks a it^stake or makes the smallMt ^^toce for ignorance. To the man
-

hi^est stakes are

sort of overflowing

wi^ which the strong shows

'^l^t m sfen^. And one who plays

m 18 5ieGkmflteflii-i.ii)i^^;|iout haste, but

'^tbpfut remorse.

appreciate and to seize upon the rewards,

wUch Nature scatters with as firee a
hand as her penalties.

novelties for him who has the eyes to see

and loving desire to move in harmony

with those laws
For me, education

It is a game whidi has been

?>
player on the other side is
hiddto fioni us. We know that his play

to natural laws, but has trained him to

pleasure all the work that, as a mechan

ism, it is capable of; whose intellect is a

affections and of the will into an earnest

is said to have been, and then left to do

as he best might. How long would he be

woman of us being one of the two players

which has not only prepared a man to

escape the great evils of disobedience

That man, I think, has had a liberal

education, who has been so trained in

do depend upon our knowing someof Ae rules of a g^e infinitdy

mOTe difficult and complicated than

p3wd for untold ages, every man and

anticipation of natural education. And a

liberal education is an artificial education

of this process of education as past, for

^d' a 'keen* eye for all thg mftnTig of

wMdx ^owed its members, to grow up

mt^ut knowing a pawn firom a knight? "

other mode of instruction, Nature t<k

us in hand, and every minute of waking
life brought its educational influence,
shaping our actions into rough accor

In short,

all artificial education ought to be an

under which name I include not merely

things and their forces, but men and
their ways; and the fashioning of the

Anjrthing which professes to call itself

education must be tried by this standard

a (^sapprobation, even scorn, upon the

long before we were susceptible of any

toms of her displeasure, without wait

ing for the box ori the ear

tion of the intellect in the laws of Nature,

means neither more nor less than this.

and getting out of check? Do

think that we ^ould look with

as fresh and new as to Adam. And then,

rantly, nor with wilful disobedience; and

to understand the prdiminary symp

dance with Nature's laws, so that we

1^^ the names and the moves of the

to have a notion of a gambit,

and pain; but conduct would still be

shaped by the observation of the natural
consequences of actions; or, in other
words, by the laws of the nature of man.
To every one of us the world was once

And if to this solitary man entered a

second Adam, or, better still, an Eve, a
new and greater world, that pf social and
moral phenomena, would be revealed.
Joys and woes, compared with which all
others might seentl but faint shadows,
would spring from the new relations.
Hap>piness and sorrow would take the

place of the coa^8er monitors, pleasure

mi^t not be ended untimely by too

gross disobedience. Nor should I speak

any one, be he as old as he may. For

every man, the world is as fresh as it
was at the first day, and as full of untold
them. And Nature is still continuing her

patient education of us in that great

university, the universe of which we
are all members^Nature having no
Test-Acts o ^

Those who take honors in Nature's imi-

versity, who leam the laws which govern

men and things and obey them, are the

youth that his body is the ready ser

vant of his will, and does with ease and
clear, cold, logic engine, with all its

. parts of equal streng^, and in smooth

working order; ready, like a

steam

engine, to be turned to any kind of work,

and spin the gossamers as well as forge
the anchors of the mind; whose mind is
stored with a knowledge of the great
and flmdamental truths of Nature and

really great and successful men in this

of the laws of her operations; one who,

no stunted ascetic, is full of life and fire,
but whose passions are trained to come

to get through without much discredit.

to heel by a vigorous will, the servant of

world. The great mass of mankind are

the " Poll," who pick up* just enou^

Those who won't leam at all are plucked;

and then you can't come up again.
Nature's pluck means extermination.
Thus the question of compulsory

education is settled so far as Nature is

concerned. Her bill on that question was
framed and passed long ago. But, like
all compulsory legislation, that of Nature
is harsh and wasteful in its operation.

Ignorance is visited as sharply as wilful

disobedienceincapacity peets with the

same punishment as crime. Nature s

discipline is not even a word and a blow,
and the blow first; but the blowwithout
the word. It is left you to find out why
your ears are boxed.
The object of what we commonly call
education^that education in which nian
intervenes and which I shall distinguish
as artificial education^is to make good

a tender conscience; who has learned

to love aU beauty, whether of Nature

or of art, to hate all vileness^ and to
respect others as himself.

Su^ an one, and no other, I conceive,

has had a liberal education; for he is, as

completely as a man can be, in harmony

with Nature. He will make the best of

her, and she of him. They will get on to

gether rarely; she as his ever beneficent
mother; he as her mouthpiece, her con
scious self, her minister and interpreter.
^Huxley.

J^^HERE is but one strai^t road to

^a/^success, and that is merit. The man

who is successful is the man who is

useful. Capacity never lacks opportun

ity. It can not remain undiscovered,

because it is sought by too many anxious

these defects in Nature's methods; to

to use it.^Bourke Cockran.

education, neither incapably nor igno-

Blessed are the joymakers.N, P.Willis,

prepare the child to receive Natme's

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^BLBBRSr WUBBARD^S
HE boy is indeed the true
apple-eater, and is not to be

questioned how he came by

the fruit with which his
pockets are filled. It be-

Irags to him, and he may steal it if it

can not be had in any other way. His
own juiqy flesh craves the juipy flesh of
the apple. Sap draws sap. His fruiteating has little reference to the state of

his appetite. Whether he be full of meat

or empty of meat he wants the apple

^t the same. Before meal or aftermj^'

it never comes amiss
The farm-boy
munches apples all day long. He has

nestsof them in the ha^-mow, mellow

ing, to which he makes frequent visits.

The apple is indeed the fruit of youth.
As we grow old we crave apples less. It is
an ominous sign. When you are ashamed

to be seen eating them on the street; .

whra you can carry them in your pocket

^d your hand not constantly find its
way to them; when your neighbor tigs
apples and you have none, and you make

no noctum^ visits to his orchard; when

your lunch-basket is without them and

you can pass a winter's night by the fire-

nde with no thought of the fruit at your

dbow, then be assuredyou are no longer
a boy, either in heart or years.
^John Burroughs.

VIL is unnaturalgoodness the

natural state of m(n. Earth has no

^opdess i^ands or continents. We live

in a redemptive world. Poverty will
tod; sin will die; love will triimiph smd

hope will plant flowers on every grave.

XT

^David Swing.'
am'
IS m the nature of things that

wise. This happiness is sometimes foimd

instinctively, and then the rudest fana

T is said that tne Persians, in

their ancient constitution,

tic can hardly fail to see how lovely it is;

but sometimes it comes of having learned
something by experience (which em
pirical people never do) and involves

had public schools in which

virtue was taught as a liberal

^me chastening and renunciation; but

it is not less sweet for having this touch
of holiness about it, and the spirit of it
is healthy and beneficent.
George Santayana.

^<HE' Bible has been the Magna

Charta of the poor and of the op

up

for

Israel

in

Deuteronomy and

Liviticus. Nowhere is the fundamental

truth, that the welfare of the state, in the
long run, depends' upon the righteous
ness of the citizen, so strongly laid

passiions and learned your place in the

world and what things in it can really
wave you. To be happy you must be

dress corresponding. Why was this man

received with such concurring respect
from every person in the room, even
from those who had never known him

or seen him -before? It was not an

exquisite form of person, or grandeur of

dress, that struck us with admiration.
I believe long habits of virtue have a
sensible effect on the countenance. There

God with His million cares

was something in
the air of his face,

Went to the left or right.

that manifested the

true greatness of

fortitude under his

misfortunes, to be

have with prudence

ciunstance of life;

I say, it is of much
more real advan

tage to him, to be
thus qualified, than

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Leaving our world; and the day

Grew night.

Back from a sphere He came

Over a starry lawn.
Looked at our, world; and the dark

to be a master of
all the arts and
sciences in the

whole world beside.

every part of his

behaviour, obliging
us to regard him
with a sort of ven

eration. His aspect

is sweetened witii

Grew dawn,
" Dawn and Dark," by Norman Gale

C Virtue itself

mind, which like

wise appeared in all

he said, and in

humanity and be
nevolence, and at

the same time emboldened witii resolu

cratic book in the world.^Huxley.

alone is sufficient to make a man ^eat,

gloriousand happy. He that isacquainted

tion, equally free from dififident bashfulness and an unbecoming assurance. The

^^RINTING is a good business. It is

with Cato, as I am, can not help think

consciousness of his own innate worth

ing, as I do now, and will acknowledge

and unshaken integrity renders him calmand undaunted in the presence of the
most great and powerfril, and upon the
most extraordinary occasions. His strict
justice and known impartiality make him

down. The Bible is the most demo

clean, honorable, respectable. It is

celebrated as a trainer of men for higher
stations in life. It has many inspiring
traditions and legends. It combines the
need for knowledge of everything imder
the sun: mathematics, mechanics, lan

guage, spelling, grammar, color, com

position, salesmanship; there is indeed no
limit to the accomplishments that are
required of the printer. The printer is

brought into contact with all other

^c^ate between apa^y and passion.

s^^e prefers the word) you must be

twined.You musthavetaken the measure
of jrour powers, tasted the fruits of your

port himself with

and in every cir-

interests of the people are so largely

taken into accoimt; in which the duties,
so much more than the privileges, of
rulers are insisted upon,' as that drawn

jaOGJK,

pleasures, to sup

state has had a constitution in which the

from tickets to tax-bills, no man can

evade the printed word.
^Henry P. Porter.

To behappy,evento conceive happiness,

sions in spite of temptation, to be just in

his dealings, to be temperate in his

in all his aifairs,

those who are incapable of happiness

3^ must be reasonable or (if Niet-

art or science; and it is cer

tainly of more consequence to a man,
that he has learned to govern his pas

pressed. Down to modem times, no

vocations and professions. No voca

tion or profession can really exist with
out the printing-press. From text-books
to novels, from pamphlets to newspapers,

should have no idea of it. Happiness is

not for wild animals, who can only

SCRsAJP

The world is a looking-glass, and gives

back to every man the reflection of his
own face. Frown at it, and it in turn will

look sourly upon you; laugh at it and

with it, and it is a jolly, kind companion.

William Makepeace Thackeray.

he deserves the name, without being

honored by it. Cato is a man whom
fortune has placed in the most obscure

part of the country. His circumstances

are such, as only put him above neces

the arbitrator and decider of all differ-

opinion, as well as the smallest features

ences^ that arise for many miles around

him, without putting his neighbors to
the charge, perplexity and uncertainty of
lawsuits. He always speaks the thing he
means, which he is never afraid or
ashamed to do, because he knows he
>always means well, and therefore is never
obliged to blush, and feel the confusion
of finding himself detected in the mean

sity, without affording him many super

fluities; yet who is greater than Cato? I
happened but the other day to be at a
house in town, where, among others,

were met men of the most note in this

place. Cato had business with some of

them, and knocked at the door. The

most trifling actions of a man, in my

and lineaments of the face, give a nice

ness of a falsehood. He never contrives

observer some notion of his mind.

Methought he rapped in such a peculiar

never seen with a lowering, suspicious

manner, as seemed of itself to express

there was one, who deserved as well as
desired admission. He appeared in the
plainest country garb; his great coat was

dom makes him ever seriously cheerfrd.

His generous hospitality to strangers,

ill against his neighbors, and therefore is

aspect. A mixture of innocence and wis

haps of seven days' growth; his sho^

according to his ability; his goodness, his

charity, his courage in the cause of the
oppressed, his fidelity in friendship, his
humility, his honesty and sincerity, his

thick and heavy; and every part of his

moderation, and his loyalty to the

coarse, and look^ old and threadbare;

his linen was homespim; his beard, per

'JBI^BERSr "HUBBARD^S

Page 94

government; his piety, his temperance,

where it fades mto distance, throu^ all

OT many generations ago,'

the mists that rise from the river-banks,

'T is by affliction chi^y that the

liis love to mankind, his magnanimity,

bis public-spirite<teess, and, in fine, his

c^samioate virtue, make him justly

a clear, golden light? Is it only a delu

sion of the eyes which makes us grasp

where you now sit, encircled

heart of man is purified, and that

the thoughts are fixed on a better state.
Prosperity, unalloyed and impoiect as

deserve to be esteemed the gjory of his

cbuhtry.^Franklin.

our oars more lightly and bend our backs

lower; though we know well that long

1power of a man increases steadily

by continuance in one direction. He

before the boat reaches those stretches,

other hands than ours will man the oars

and guide its helm? Is it all a dream?

Olive Schreiner.

acquainted with the resistances

with his own tools; increases his

" KNOW not if I

^1 and strength and learns the favor-

mon^ts and favorable accidents,

life is his own apprentice, and more time

a great addition of power, just as

deserve that a

laurel-wreath should one day be

laid on my coffin. Poetry, dearly as I

have loved it, has always been to me but

t faUing body acquires momentum with

ev^ foot of the fall.^Emerson.

a divine plaything

Truth is irach a precious article let us all

people praise my verses or blame them.

e^omize in its use.^Mark Twain.

SC

XTgreatnessto
is great, andmake
thereoneid nonookotherof
Gbd*s creation more fruitful, better,
.more worthy of God; to make some
human heart a little wiser, manlier,

But lay on my coffin a sword; for I was

a brave soldier in the Liberation Wm
of himianity.^Heinrich Heine.

I never make the mistake of arguing with

people for whose opinions 1 have no

respect.Gibbon.
_

be of all things most precious,

wasting time must be the greatest

'too^alily, since lost time is neverfound
aaaiti; and what we call time enou^

smile bri^tening my face, to greet

the day with reverence, for the opportimities it contains; to approach my

work with a clean mind; to hold wer
before me, even in the doing of littie

proves Uttieenough. Let us then

^ ^ and doi^, and dohig to a pur-

things, the Ultimate Puri>ose toward

so by diligence shall we do more

in my heart; to be gentie, kind and

-Franklin.

feS"

AYS in our dreams we hear the

tiirn of the key that shall dose the

of the liwt brothel; the clink of thecointhat pays for the body and soul
&e fallixig of the last wall
tl^t encdo^
artificiaUy the activity ot
and dividesto from man; always
^ oicturfe the love ofthe gexes as once a

slcrt?, cr^iiWS form; then a torpid,

S^oia

at last the fuU-wmged

sunshine of the

tow hard agmnst the,

Wpa^ ^ life, is it oxily blindness in our

have tieen ^ long

with all that exalts and em

'4

bellishes civilized life, the

rank thistle nodded in the

wind, and the wild fox dug his hole un-

which 1 am working; to meet men and

women with laughter on my lips md love

, courteous throu^ all the hours; to

approach the night with weariness that

ever wooes sleep and the joy that comes

from wbrk well donethis is how I
desire to waste wisely my days.

it is, has power to intoxicate the imag

ination, to fix the mind upon the pres

sc^ed. Here lived and loved another

ent scene, to produce confidence and

race of beings. Beneath the same sun

that rolls over your head; the Indian
hunter pursued the panting deer; gazing
on the same moon that smiles for you,
the Indian' lover wooed his dusky mate.

which they were bestowed. It is sddom

that we are otherwise than by affliction

<1. Here the wigwam blaze beamed on

the tender and helpless, and the coundl-

iire glared on the wise and daring. Now,

they dipped their noble limbs in yon

sedgy l^es, and now, they paddled the

light canoe along yonrocky ^ores. Here
they warred; the echoing whoop, iJie
bloody grapple, the defying death-song,
all were here; and when the tiger-strife
was over, here curled the smoke of
peace

Here, too, they worshiped; and from

many a dark bosom went up a fervent

prayer to the Great Spirit. He had not

O AWAKEN each morning with a

Carlyle.

'F

I have never at

tached any great value to ix)etical fame;

and I trouble myself very little whether

ba^er^more blessed, less accursed.

Page 95

written his laws for them on tables of

stone, but he had traced them on the
tables of their hearts. The poor child of
Nature knew not the God of Revda-

tion, but the Gpd of the universe he ac

knowledged in everything aroimd.

And all this has passed away. Across the
ocean came a pilgrim bark, bearing the
seeds of life and death. The former were
sown for you; the latter sprang up in the

path of the simple native.

Here and there, a stricken few remain;

but how imlike their bold, untamable

progenitors.Asa race,they have withered

from the land. Their arrows are broken,

elation, and to make him who enjoys

affluence and honors forget the hand by
awakened to a sense of our imbecility, or

tau^t to know how littie* all our ac

quisitions can conduce to safety or quiet,

and how justiy we may inscribe to the
superintendence of a higher power those
blessings which in the wantonness of
success we considered as the attain

ments of our policy and courage.

Samud Johnson.

business as now conductedpar

ticularly those lines of business
which embrace the so-called industries

r^uires spedalized training and tecfamcal education, in fact so much sdentific knowledge that the distinctive line

between " business" and " profession"

is fast disappearing.

Any one who hopes to achieve success,

even the average, must know more, or
at least as much, about some one thing
as any other one, and not only laiow, but
know how to doand how to utilize his

experience and ^owledge for the benefit

of others.

The crying evil of the young man who

enters the business world today is the
lack of application, preparation, and
thoroughness, with ambition but with

out the wi^gness to struggleto gain his

desired end.Mental and physical strength

Thomas Dreier.

tieir springs are dried up, their cabins

vi/ foolish, in speaking of the superior

ity of one sex to the other, as if they

are foolish, and without excuse

since gone out on the shore, and their war

cry is fast fading to the untrodden west.
Slowly and sadly they dimb the distant

owes me a living," forgetting that if the

could be compared in similar things I

Eadi has what the other has not; each

mountains, and read their doom in the

world does owe you a living you your

setting sun.

self must be your own collector.

are in dust. Their oouncil-fire has long

completes the other; they are in nothing

receiving from the other what the other

only can give.John Ruskin.

working of mind and body.

There is too littie idea of personal re
sponsibility; too much of " the world

" The Indians," by Charles Sprague.

Theodore N. Vail.

A more perfect racQ means a more soul

ful race, a more soulful race a race having

It may make a difference to all eternity

whether we do right or wrong today.
^James Freeman Clarlre.

alike; and the happiness and perfection

of both depend on each asking and

comes only through the exerdse and

greater capadty for love.^Ellen Key.

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*BLBBRSr HUBBAKD^S
HAT Raphael is to color,
what Mozart isinmnsic,that
Bums is in song. With his
sweet words, " the mother

I^EALTH is, indeed, so necessary to

soothes her child, the lover

wooes his bride, the soldier wins his

gratification brings weakness and dis

eases upon himself, and for the pleasure
of a few years passed in the tumults of
diversion and clamors of merriment,

victoiy."
Kb biographer says his
genius was so overmastering that the
news of Bums* arrival at the village inn
drew farmers from their fidds and at

perienced part of his life to the chamber

midnight wakened travders, who left

their beds to listen, delighted, imtil

and the couch, may be justly reproached,

the mom

but as a robber of tlie public; as a wretch

One day this diild of poverty and ob

scurity left his plow b^ind, and enter

ing tte drawing-rooms of Edinburgh,

met Scotland's most ^fted sdiolars, her
noblest lords and ladies. Mid ^ese
sdiolars, statesmen and philosophers, he

blazed." like a torchamidst tiie tapers," ^

^Mnng himsdf wiser than tiie st^olare,

mttier than the humorist, kinkier than

the courtliest. And yet, in the very
prime of his mid-manhood. Bums lay
down to die, a broken-hearted man. He

who had sinned much suffered tnnrh,

and being the victim of his own folly, he
wiM also the victim of ingratitude and
xdisfortune. Bewildered by his debts, he
seems like an unfntnfi^^ ea^e beating

^gainst bars he can not break. The last

he lifted his pen upon the page it

w^ TOt to give immortal form to some

e^uisite .lyric he had fadiicmed, but to

beg a friend in Edinburgh for a loan of
ten pounds to save him from the tenors

of a debtor's prison. By contrast with

tile lot of other worthies, Robert Bums
seems to have been the child of good

not only as a spendthrift of Us happiness,

that has voluntary disqu^ified him

self for the business of his station, and

refused that part which Providence
assigns him in the general task of human
nature.Samuel Johnson.

Courage and perseverance have a ma^cal talisman, before which difficulties

disappear and obstades vanish into
air.^John Quincy Adams.

MERICA is God's crudble, the

IJI great Mdting-Pot where all the

races of Europe are melting and re
forming! Here you stand, good folk,
tiiink I, when I see them at Ellis Island,'
here you stand in your fifty groups,
with your fifty languages and histories,

and your fifty bloc^ hatreds and rival

ries. But you won't be long like that,

brothers, for these are the fires of God
you've come tothese are the fires of
God. A fig for your feuds and vendettas I

Germans and Frenchmen, Iri^men and

En^ishmen, Jews and Russi^sinto

the Cmdble with you alll God is making

fortune. In the last analysis the blame is

the American. The real American has

fortune without, but wan of good

not yet arrived. He is only in the cru

dble, I tell you^he will be the fusion of

wth the p^ himsdf. Not want of good

guidance within, wrecked his youth. Save

Saul alone, history holds no sadder
tragedy that that, of Bums, who sang
the short and simple annals of the
poor."Newdl Dwight Hillis.

^""^TURE gives to every time and

!= season some beauties of its own;

md from morning to ni^t, as from the
cradle to the grave, is but Asuccession of

changes so gentle and easy tiat we can

^arcdy mark their progress.-Dickens.

GREAT many people run

down jealousy on the score

all the duties as well as pleasures of

life, that the crime of squandering it is
equal to the folly; and he that for a short

condemns the maturer and more ex

all races, the common superman.

^Israel Zangwill.

XT *S good to have money and the

things that money can buy, but it *s

good, too, to check up once in a while
and make sure you have n't lost the

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that it is an artificial fedDwminje

r!T China letters are respected not

merdy to a degree but in a sense
which must seem, I think, to you un-

ing, as well as practically

intdligible and overstrained. But there is

inconvenient. This is scarce

a reason for it. Our poets and literary

ly fair; for the feding on which it merdy

attends, like an ill-humored courtier, is
sdf artifidal in exactly the same sense
and to the same degree. I suppose what
is meant by that
objection is that
jealousy has not
always been a character of man;

formed no part of
that very modest
kit of sentiments
with which he is

menhave taught their successors,forloi^

generations, to look for good not in

wealth, not in power, not in miscdlaneoiu
activity, but in a trained, a choice, an

exquisite appreda-

If I should die tonight

And you should come to my cold corpse
and say.

and in

order

fed

and woe

expression of ^

but waited to make

I might arise in my large white cravat

And say, "What *s that? "

cdl the beauties of

nature, and most

other ^ings worth

having. Love, in
particular, will not
endure any histor

to

to

express, or at least
If I should die tonight.
And you should come in deepest griej' to understand the
I owe"

its appearance in
better days and
among richer

ship, and love of

country, and de
light in what they

sal rdations of life.

clay

And say: ** Here *s that ten dollars that

is equally true of
love, and friend

simple and univer

To fed,

Weeping and heartsick o'er my lifeless

supposed to have
begim the world;

natures. And this

tion of the most

If I should die tonight

And you should come to my cold corpse

and kneel,

Clasping my bier to show the griefyoufeel,

I say, if I should die tonight
And you should come to me, and there
and then

Just even hint at paying me that ten,

I might arise the while.
But I *d drop dead again.
" If I Should Die To-Night," by Ben King

that is lovely in
Nature, all that is
poignant and sen
sitive in man, is to
us in itsdf a suffident end.

rose

in a moonlit gar

den, the shadow of

trees on the turf,
almond bloom,

scent of pine, the

wine-cup and the
guitar, these and

^e pathos of life
and death, the long

embrace, the hand

stretched out in

vain, the moment

ical scmtiny: to all who have fallen

across it, it is one of the most incontest

able facts in the world; but if you begin

to ask what it was in other periods and
countries, in Greece for instance, the
strangest doubts begin to spring up, and
everything seems so vague and changing
that a dream is logical in comparison.
Jealousy, at any rate, is one of the con
sequences of love; you may like it or not,
at pleasure; but there it is.
Robert Louis Stevenson

things that money can't buy.

George Horace Lorimer.

The law of worthy life is fundamentally

the law of strife. It is only through labor
and painful effort, by grim energy and

He is the happiest, be he king or peasant,

who finds peace in his home.Goethe.

resolute courage, that we move on to

better things.Theodore Roosevelt.

that glides for ever away, withIts freight

of music and light, into the shadow and
hush of the haunted past, all that we
have, all th'at eludes us, a bird on the

wing, a perfiune escaped on the gale

to all these things we are trained to

respond, and the response is what we

call literature.G.

Lowes

Dickinson.

Reason elevates our thoughts as high

as the stars, 'and leads us through fe

vast space of this mighty fabric; yet it

comes far short of the red extoit of our

corporeal being.Samuel Johnson.

The man who trusts men will make
fewer mistakes than he who distmsts
them.Cavour.

of

and others about the contraries, it is

EN I find to be a sort of

people in the world, who,

with equal degrees of health

good for others to avoid an acquaintance

with them; which is always disagreeable,

and wealth, and the other

comforts of life, become, the

ially when one finds one's self entangled

beings very badly construct

ed, as they are generally
more easily provoked than
reconciled, more disposed to
do mischief to each otJier than to make

are

two

sorts

cmehappy, and the other miserable. This

arises vary much from the different views
iii' which th^ consider things, persons
and events; and fJie effect of those differ
ent views upon their own minds.

Ira whatever situation men can be placed

may find conveniences and incon-

vi^ences; in whatever company they

find persons and conversation more
pt le^ pleasing; at whatever table they
meet with meats and drinks of

i^tt^'and worse taste, dishes better and

WQ^ dressed; in whatever climate they

wi^ find good and bad weather; under

whatever government, they may find
!|oci4; and bad laws, and good and bad
adxamistration of tlxose laws; in whatpoem or work of genius they may

faults and beauties; in almost every

face and eveiy person thqr may disopver fine features and defects, good and
bad qualities.
Under these circumstances the two sorts

and sometimes very inconvenient, espec

in their quarrels.^Franklin.

XNEED not tell you what it is to be

knocking about in an open boat.
I remember nights and days of calm when

we pulled, we pulled, and the boat

seemed to stand still, as if bewitched
within the circle of the sea horizon. I

remember the heat, the deluge of rain-

squalls that kept us bailing for dear life

(but filled our water-cask), and I remem
ber sixteen hours on end with a mouth
dry as a cinder and a steering-oar over

the stem to keep my first command head

on to a breaking sea. I did not know
how good a man I was till then. I remem
ber te drawn faces, the dejected figures
of my two men, and I remember my

youth and the feeling that will never

come back any morethe feeling that
I could last for ever, outlast the sea,

the earth, and all men; the deceitful

of l^ple above mentioned ,fix their at-

feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils,

to love, to vain effort^to death; the
triumphant conviction of strength, the

on the convenience of things, the

heat of life in the handful of dust, the

glow in the heart that with every year

tetitipn; those who are disix>sed to be

pleasant parts of conversations, the welldishes, the goodness of tibie wines,

grows dim, grows cold, grows small, ^d

^e fiiie weather, etc., and enjoy all with

expiresand expires, too soonbefore

weerfulness. Those who are to be un-

life itself.^Joseph Conrad.

l^Rpy

and speak only of the con-

Hence th^ are continually dis-

ppnt^ti^ Hiemselves, and by Aeir

spur the pleasure of society,

offend pteinroi^y many .people, and

5^e thaiM^ves everywhere disagree

able. If this turn of mind was founded in

mature, suc^, unhappy persons would be

oofe to be pitiM. But as the dis-

PQsitiodii to criticise, and to be dis^sted,

^;^ka^

up originally by imita-

and is unawares grown into a habit,

whi^,

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*1SLBBRT iIUBBARD*S

Page 98

at pre^nt ^ong, may

be cured, when those who

'wve it are eonvinced of its bad efferts

l^ew fdicity. ... If th^ people will

not cha^e this bad ^bit, and con-

td be plea^ wii^ what is

without fretting Hiefl^lves

be strongand true; to be genius

in praise and appreciation of others;

to impute worthy motives even to ene

mies; to give without e:^ectation ot

return; to practise humility, tolerance

and self-restraint; to make the best use oi

time and opportunity; to keep the mind

reparation, much more easily deceived

than undeceived, and having more pride

and even pleasure in killing than in be

getting one another; for without a blush

they assemble in great armies at noon

day to destroy, and when they have

killed as many as they can, they exag

gerate the number to augment the

fancied glory.

In what light we are viewed by superior

beings may be gathered from a piece of

late West India news. A young angel
of distinction being sent down to this
world on some business, for the first time,
had an old courier-spirit assigned him as

a guide. They arrived over the seas of

Martinico, in the middle of the long

<Jay of obstinate fight between the fleets

of Rodney and De Grasse.When, through

the clouds of smoke, he saw the fire of the

Manners,the final and perfect flower

that elevation and that fall! Little did I

dream when she added titles of venera

tion to those of enthusiastic, distant,

respectful love, that she should ever be

obliged to carry the sharp antidote

against disgrace concealed in^at bosom;

little did I dream that I should have lived

to see such disasters fallen upon her in a

nation of gallant men, in a nation of
men of honor and of cavaliers
1

thought ten thousand swords must have

leap^ from their scabbards to avenge

even a look that threatened her wi&

insult. But the age of Chivalry is gone.
That of sophisters, economists, and cal

culators hM succe^ed, and the gflory of

Europe is extinguished for ever. Never,

never more, shall we behold that generous
loyalty to rank wd sex, that proud sub
mission, that dignified obedience, that

an e^ted freedom. Theunlwugjit grace

air; and the quantity of pain, misery,

and destruction, the crews yet alivewere thus with so much eagerness deal

alive, even in servitude itsdf, the spirit of

of life, the cheap defence of nations, t^e

nurse of manly sentiments and heroic
enterprise is gone! It is gone, that sen

angrily to his guide, and said: " You

sibility of principle, that chastity of

honor, which fdt a stain like a wound,
which inspired coiirage whilst it mitiga

of your business; you undertook to con

ted ferocity, which ennobled whatever

it touched, and under which vice itself

brought me into hell!" "No, Sir," says

the guide, " I have made no mistake;

lost half its evil, by losing all its gross-

ing roimd to one another, he turned

blundering blockhead, you are ignorant

duct me to the earth, and you have

this is really the earth, and these are

men. Devils never treat one another in
this cruel manner; they have more sense,

and more of what men (vainly) call

No man is the absolute lord of his life.

of noble character.^William Winter. .

have to contemplate without emotion

ships sinking, burning, or blown intothe

limbs, and bodies dead or dsring; the

distress; to cultivate quietness ^d non-

and take God at His wordthis is to

travel heavenward.Grenville Kleiser.

a revolution! and what a heart must I

subbrdination of the heart, whi(^ kept

humanity."Franklin.

resistance; to seek truth and righteous

ness; to work, love, pray and serve
daily, to aspire greatly, labor cheerfolly,

horizon, decorating and cheering the

elevated sphere she just began to move
in; glittering like the morning star, full
of life and splendor, and joy. Oh! what

guns, the decks covered with mangled

pure and the judgment charitable; to

extend intelligent sympathy to those in

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Owen Meredith.

XTsince
is now
sixteen or seventeen years
I saw the. Queen of France,
then the Dauphiness, at Versailles; imd
surely never lighted on this orb, which
rfie hardly seemed to touch, a more de

lightful vision. I saw her just above the

ness.-^Edmund Burke.

make daily great improvements

in natural, there is one 1 wiA to see

in tnortd philosophy; the discovery of a

plan, that would induce and oblige na^tions to settle their disputes iidUiout

first cutting one another's liiroats

When will human reason be sufficiently
improved to see the advantage of this?
When will men be convinced, that even
successful wars become misfortunes, who
unjustly commenced them, and who tri
umphed blindly in their siiccess, not
seeing all its consequences.^Franklin.

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*BLBBRT HUBBARD^S
I^RF^CT love has this advantage
it, that it leaves the possessor

^UT the iniquity of oblivion

rose strangdy beside the

waters, is expressive of what

in the wa3rs of a thousand

and deals with the memory

of men without distinction

^ years men had come to desi^^ Hers is the head upon which " all

of it nothing farther to desire. There is

one object (at least) in which the soul
finds absolute content, for which it seeks
to live, or dares to die. The heart has, as

to merit of perpetuity. Who

can but pity the foimder of the pyramids?

tile eyelids are a little weary. It is a

it were, filled up the moulds of the im

agination. The truth of passion keeps
pace with and outvies the extravagance

of Diana, he is almost lost that built it;

Time hath spared the epitaph of Adrian's

presence that thus

^e ends of the world are come," and

brauty wrou^t out from within upon

the flesh, the de

posit, little cell by
cell, of strange

Over the shoulders and slopes of

tastic reveries and

I saw the white daisies go down to

thoi^ts and fan

exquisite passions.
Set it for a moment
beside one of those

^*^te Gredc god

dess^ or beautiful
women of antiq
uity, and how
would they be

trouhled by this
bteuty, into whidi
the soul with all
its maladies has
passed! All the

thous^ts and ex
perience of the
^rld have etched

?nd moulded there,

in that which they

have of power to

the dune

the sea,

"Daisies," by Bliss Carman

r^e and make e^ressive the outward

ferm, the animalismof Greece,the lust of

^tonae, Ae reverieof the mid(Ue age with
its spiritual ambition and imaginative
Ipvra, the return of the Pagan world, the
sins of the Borgias. She is older than the
among whidi she sits; like the

v^^^ diehas been dead many times,

^d' le^ed ^e secrets ofthegrave; and

a diver in deep seas, and keeps

fallenday about her; and trafficked

as Le^ wiM the mother of Helen

of Troy, and, as Saint Anne, the mother

OT Mary; and all this has been to her but

^
sound of lyres and flutes, and lives
^y in the delicacy with whidi it has
^Qi^died the dian^ng lineaments, and
tinged the eydids and the hands,

^-appreciationofda Vinci's Mona Lisa

C 14 ^ooonda'Oi by WalterPater.

man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes

and pompous in
the grave, solemn
Sun set and evening star.
izing nativities and
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar deaths with equal
lustre, nor omitting
When I put out to sea.

tery so soft, that

that of himself. In
vain we compute
our felicities by the

there is not a senti

advantages of our

ment beyond them,

that it is impossible
to express, at the

bad have equal du

rations; and Ther-

But such a tide as moving seems asleep.

bravery in Ae in

sites is like to live

When that which drew from out the

Sir Thomas
Browne.

the

com

mon phrases, ador

And all of their dancing was, " Life,

thou art good!"

tality, or any patent from oblivion, in

preservations below the Moon. . . . ]3ut

There are no words

so fine, no flat

bobolinks rallied them up able creature, an

from the dell.
gel, divinity, are!
The orioles whistled them out of What a proud re^
flection it is to
the wood;
it is well! "

the smartest strokes of affliction leave

but short smart upon us.
In vain do individuals hope for immor

horse, confounded

soimds

And all of their saying was, "Earth,

Herostratus lives that burnt Ae temple

Time, and oblivion shares with memory

a great part even of our living beings;
we" slightly remember our felicities, and

of mere language.

A host in the sunshine, an army in

June,
bottom of the
The people God sends us to set heart where t^e
love is. What idle
our heart free.
The

blindly scattereth her poppy,

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have a feeling
answering to all
these, rooted in the

as long as Agamem
non
Who knows
whether the best of
men be known, or
whether there be
not more remark

able persons for

got, than any that

stand remembered
in the known ac
count of Time? ...

breast, unalterable

Oblivion is not

unutterable,

to be hired; the
greater part must
be content to be as

to which all other

feeling^ are light

ceremonies of

good names, since

Toofull for sound and foam,

. boundless deep

Turns again home.

And may there be no sadness offarewell

When I embark.

and place

Theflood may bear mefar,

I hope to see my Pilotface toface
When I have crost the bar.
" Crossing tlie Bar," by Alfred Lord Tertnyson

though they had not been; to be foimd

in the register of God, not in the record

of man. . . . The number of the dead

around it.^William Hazlitt -

long exceedeth all that shall live. The

night of time far surpasseththe day, and

LAY very little stre^ either upon

asking or giving advice. Generally
speaking, they who ask advice know
what they wish to do, and remain firm

who knows when was the Equinox?

Every hour adds unto that current
arithmetic, which scarce stands one
moment. And since death must be the
Lucina of life, and even Pagans could
doubt whether thus to live were to die;
since our longest sim se^sat right descen-

points, even upon matters of expediency

and duty; but, after all, he must deter
mine his course of action for himself.
^Wilhelm von Humboldt.

Bed is a bimdle of para'doxes; we go to it

with reluctance,yet we quit itwithregret;
we make up our minds every night to
leave it early, but we make up our bodies

every morning to keep it late.Colton.

to me that al-

most any Man

may, like the spi
der, spin from his
own

For tho'from out our bourne of Time

and vain! Perfect love reposes on. the

himself to be enlightened on v^ous

OW it appears

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

object of its choice, like the halcyon on

the wave; and the air of heaven is

to their intentions. A man may allow

famy of his ^ture.

sions, and m^es but winter arches, and

therefore it can not be long before we lie
down in darkness and have our light in
ashes; since the brother of Death daily
haimts us with dying Mementoes, and
Time that grows old itself bids us hope

no long duration, diutumity is a dream

and folly of expectation.

Darkness and lig^t divide the course of

inwards

his

own airy Citadel

the points of leaves
and twigs on which
the spider begins
her work are few,
and she fills the
air with a beautiful

circuiting. Man should be content with

as few points to tip with the fine Web
of his Soul, and weave a tapestry
empyreanfiill of sjrmbols for his spirit
ual eye, of softness for his spiritual touch,
of space for his wandering, of distinct
ness for his luxury. . . . I was led into

these thoughts, my dear Reynolds, by

the beauty of the morning operating on
a sense of Idleness. I have not read any
Books^the Morning said I was right
I had no idea but of the Mioming, and
the Thrush said I was right.
^John Keats.
What we can do for another is the test of

powers; what we can suffer for is the

test of love.^Bishop Westcott.

A picture is a poem without words.

Horace.

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E that hath wife and chil

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"BLBBRT ffUBBARD*S
dren hath given hostages to
fortune; for they are im
pediments to great enterprises,, either of virtue or

nusdiief. Certainly the best works, and

Pf fitr^test merit for the public, have

proceeded from the unmarried or rhild-

1^ men, whidi both in affection and

have married and endow^ the

^blic. Yet it were great reason that

tiiat have chilcfren should have

g^test care of fiittu-e times, imto

thqr know they must transmit

dear^ pledges. Unmarried men

^
best masters,
best serJj^ts; but not alwajrs
best subjects;
for
^^are light to run awayand almost
are of that condition. A

hfc doth wdl with churchmen, for

^nty win hardly water the ground

It must first fill a pool. It is in-

^*^5. 1 judges and magistrates;

shdf

corrupt, you

a^servant five times worse

soldiers, I fi^d generals

^mmonlv in

..1^.

|IBRIUS, maintaining an honwable and just cause, and possessed

of eloquence sufficient to have made a

less creditable action appear plausible,

was no safe or easy antagcxiist, when,
with the people crowding aroimd the
hustings, he took his place and spoke in
bdialf of the poor. "The savage beasts,"
said he, " in Italy, have their particular

dens, liiey have their places of repose

and refuge; but the men who bear arms,
and expose their lives for the safety of
their coimtjy, enjoy in the meantime
nothing in it but the air and light; and,

4^/

middle age,

nui^; so that a man

^warrd to marry when he

one of
answer to
A vniin^

the

an should marry:

apt at

aim
QUdit
i

V
^ achieving what
aiming at what you
a(^we, and pressing for-

hetS^ ^ achievement here, or if

her^er.-R. F. Hortoi.

or brute animals. All this, and much

analyze. I could sooner live with lunatics

more than I can say, or have time to sAy,

mon to others so

Southern Asia, in

general, is the seat

Do you fear the force of the wind,

Go wade like the crane:

dren." He told them that the conmiand-

ers were guilty of a ridiculous error, when,

at the head of their armies, they ex

with it. But there

place to place with their wives and chil

horted the common soldiers to fight for

their sepulchers and altars; when not any
amongst so many Romans is possessed
of either altar or monimient, neither

have they any houses of their own, or

hearths of their ancestors to defend.

wealth of other men. They were styled

the masters of the world, but Had not

one foot of ground they could call their

their tenderness is not so

I should go mad. The causes of my horror

lie deep; and some of them must be com

Go hungry and cold like the wolf.

own.^Plutarch.

\Sood to make severe inquisi-

tween us by feeling deeper than I can

man race, it would

diaapline of human-

more charitable, because

and to live in China, and among Chinese

manners and modes of life and scenery,

^one have a dim

and reverential

having no houses or settlements of their

own, are constrained to wander from

Certainly, wife and

are less exhaust, yet, on the

th^ are more cruel and hard-

with the rest of Southern Asia, I am

terrified by the modes of life, by the

manners, and the barrier of utter abhor
rence and want of sympathy placed be

cradle of the hu

They fought indeed and were slain, but

men, though th^ be

thought lhat if I were com

pelled to forego England,

over and above what it has in oomnu>n

The slash of the rain?

Go face them and fight them.
Be savage again.

it was to maintain the luxury and the

^^g8t the Turks maketh the vulgar

KNOW not whether others

share in my feelings on this

point; but I have often

LL real and wholesome enjo:ipient8

possible to man have been just as

possible to him since first lie was made of

the earth as they are now; and they are
possible to him chiefly in peace. To

watch the com grow, and the blossoms

set; to draw hard breath over plow
share or spade; to read, to thmk, to love,
to hope, to pray^these are the things
that make men happy. Now and then
a wearied king, or a tormented slave,

Page 103

of awful images and

associations. As the

feeling connected
are other reasons.

No man can pre

tend that the wild,
barbarous and ca

pricious super
stitions of Africa,
or of savage tribes

The palms of your hands will

thicken

the reader must

enter into before he

can comprehend
the unimaginable
horror

these

dreams of Oriental

imagery and myth

ological tortures

impressed upon me.

Under the connect

ing feding of trop-

idd heat and ver

The skin of your cheek will tan.
You 'II grow ragged and weary and tical sunlights, I

brought together

swarthy.

But you *11 walk like a man!

"Do You Fear the Wind?" by Hamlin Garland

elsewhere, affect him in the way that he

is affected by the ancient, monimiental,
cruel and elaborate religions of Indostan,
etc. The mere antiquity of Asiatic things,
of their institutions, histories, modes of
faith, etc., is so impressive, that to me
the vast age of the race and name over

powers the senseof youth in the individ

ual ^ A young Chinese seems to me an
antediluvian man renewed.EvenEnglish-

men, though not bred in any knowledge

of such institutions, can not but shudder

at the mystic sublimity of castes that

have flowed apart, and refused to mix,
through such immemorial tracts of time;
nor can any man fail to be awed by the

names of tiie Ganges or the Euphrates.

all creatures, birds,

beasts, rept^es, all

trees and plants,
usages and appear

ances, that are found in all trc^ical

regions, and assembled them together in
China or Indostan. From kincb^ fedingSi I soon brought Egypt and all her

g(^sunder the same law. I was staredat,

hooted at, grinned at, chattered at, by

monkeys, by parroquets, by cockatoos.
I ran into pagodas; and was fixed, for
centuries, at the simunit or in secret
rooms; I was the idol; I was the priest;
I was worshiped; was sacrificed. I fled
from the wrath of Brama through all the
forests of Asia; Vishnu hated me; Seeva

laid wait for me. I came suddenly upon

Isis and Osiris: I had done a deed, they
said, which the ibis and the crocodile
trembled at. I was buried, for a thousand

the world were, and poss^ed hinriself,

that Southern Asia is, and has been for

thousands of years, the part of the earth
most swarming with human life: the

^John Ruskin.

great officina gentium, Man is a weed in

^ose regions. The vast empires also, into

years, in stone coffins, with mummies

and sphinxes, in narrow chambers at the
heart of eternal pyramids. I was kissed,
with cancerous kisses, by crocodiles; and
laid, confoimded with all unutterable
slimy things, amongst reeds and Nilotic

Great minds have purposes, others have

which the enormous population of Asia

has always been cast, give a further
sublimity to the feelings associated with
all Oriented names or images. In China,

I thus give the reader some slight

abstraction of my Oriental dreams, which
always filled me with such amazement

found out where the true kingdoms of

in a furrow or two of garden ground,

of a truly infinite dominion.

wishes. Little minds are, tamed and sub

dued by misfortune; but great minds

rise above them^Washington Irving.

It contributes much to these feelings,

mud ao

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*BI,BERSr flUBBAR.D'S

Page 105

at the monstrous scenery, that horror

seemed absOTbed, for a while, in sheer

1^ ERE is my creed. I believe in one

8sli>tnshnieut. Sooner or later rjinrn* a

That he governs it by his Providence.

That he ought to be worshiped. That

reflux of feeling that swallowed up the

astonishment, and left me, not so much
in terror, as in hatred and abomination

& God, the creator of the vmiverse.

^eams only it was, with one or two

the most acceptable service we render to

him is doing good to his other children.
That the soul of man is immortal, and
will be treated with justice in another
life respecting its conduct in this. These
I take to be the fundamental points in
all sotmd religion.
As to Jesus of Nazareth, I think his

of ph3^ical horror entered. All before

system of morals and his religion as he

left them to us, the best the world ever

herethe main agents wereugly birds, or

saw or is like to see; but I apprehend it

has received various corrupting changes,

of what I saw. Over every form, and

threat, and punishment, and dim, sight-

^carceration, brooded a sense of

eternity and infinity that drove me into

^ oppression as ofmadness. Into these

^^t ^ceptions, that any circxmistances

^d been moral and spiritual terrors. But

a^es, or crocodiles; especially the last,

^e cursed crocodile became to me the

object of more horror than almost all the

rert. I was comp^ed to live with him;

^d (as was always thecase almost inmy

for centuries. I escaped somepmes, and found myself in Chinese
with cane tables, etc. All the feet
of aie tables, sofas, etc., soon became
mstoct with life: the abominable head

of the crocodile, and his lee^g eyes,

loo^ out at me, multiplied into a thou
sand repetitions; and I stood loathing
fascinated. And so often did this

mdeous reptile haunt my dreams, that

m^y timra the very same dream was
^ran up inthe verysame way; I heard
gmtle voices speaking to me (I hear
when I am slewing); and

^^tly I awoke: it was broad noon;

g^jny diildren were standing, hand in

^^d at my bedside; come to show me

colwed ^loes, or new froclu, or to

g^l^^that so awful was the transition

drearhQ

na^^'
gy-.

and I have some doubts as to his divin

ity; though it is a question I do not

dogmatize upon, having never studied
it, and think it needless to busy myself
with it now, when I expect soon an
opportunity of knowing the truth with
less trouble. I see'nd harm, however, in
its being believed, if that belief has the
good consequence, as probably it has,
of making his doctrines more respected
and more observed; especially as I do

not perceive, that the Supreme takes it

amiss, by distinguishing the imbelievers in his government of the world with
any peculiar xriarks of his displeasure.

ously through a long life, I have no

doubt of its continuance in the next,

though without the smallest conceit of

meriting such goodness.^Franklin.

So to conduct one's life as to realize one

sudden revulsion of mind I

EBT, grinding debt, whose iron face

^ a meanness to calculate the

aifference.---Thackeray.

the widow, the orphan, and ^e sons

of genius ^ear and hate; debt, which consimies so much time, which so cripples
and disheartens a great spirit with cares
that seem so base, is a preceptor whose
lessons can not be foregone, and is needed
most by those who suffer from it most.

^Emerson.

sticketh by the port,^yet will be pre

vailed upon to empty the remaining
glass of claret, if a stranger press it upon
him. He is a pu?zle to the servants, who
are fearful of being too obsequious, or
not civil enou^, to him. The guests

fication,^a drain

think " they have

on

seen him before."

your

purse,

more intolerable

dun upon your

pride,a draw
back upon success,
a rebuke to your
rising,a stain in
your blood,^a
blot on your 'scut
cheona rent in
your garment,a
death's head at

your banquet,
Agothocle's pot,
a Mordecai in yotu*
gate, a Lazarus at

your door,a lion

in your path,a
frog in your cham

The violet is much too shy.

The rose too little so;

I think I *11 ask the buttercup

If I may he her beau.

When winds go by, I *11 nod to her
And she will nod to me,

And I will kiss her on the cheek

As gently as may be.

Every one speculateth upon his condition; and the

most part take him

to bea t i d e waiter. He calleth

you by your Chris

tian name, to im

ply that his other

is the same with

And when the mower cuts us down.

Together we will pass,

I smiling at the buttercup.
She smiling at the grass.
" A Song the Grass Sings,"
_
.
by Charles G, Blanden

ber,a fly in your ointment,a mote

in your eye,a triimiph to your enemy,

the ounce of sour in a pound of sweet.

He is known by his knock. Your

abortions of my

~ike diminutive and pitifully

shadow, lengthening in the noon-tide of

our prosperity,an unwelcome remem
brancer,a perpetually recurring morti

that Being in conducting me prosper

is the task of one and all of us, but most

of us bimgle it.Ibsen.

^lest and the smallest among us

fereth himself to be importuned into a

slice against his first resolution. He

an apology to your friends,^the one

thing not needful,the hail in harvest,

crocodile, and the other unut-

not forbear it, as I

fish, the turbot being small,yet suf-

the most irrelevant things

in naturea piece of imper
tinent correspondency,^an
odious approximation, a
conscience,a preposterous

^ I shall only add, respecting myself,

t^t, having experienced the goodne^ of

self^this seems to me the high^t attaiimient possible to a human being. It

iimocent
human
that, in the

haunting

POOR Relation is one of

your own. He is
too familiar by

half, yet you wi^

he had less diffi

dence. With half

the familiarity, he
might pass for a
casual dependant;
with more boldness, he would be in no
danger of being taken for what he is. He
is too humble for a friend; yet taketh on

him more state than befits a client. He

is a worse guest than a country tenant,

inasmuch as he bringeth up no rent

heart telleth you, " That is Mr.." A

rap, between familiarity and respect;

yet 't is odds, from his garb and de

meanor, that your guests take him for

that demands, and at the same time

one. He is asked to make one at the

seems to despair of, entertainment. He

entereth smiling andembarrassed. He
holdeth out his hand to you to shake,

whist-table; refuseth on the score of

professeth he is fortunate to have stum

poverty, and^resents being left out.

When the company break up, he proffereth to go for a coach^and lets the
servant go. He recollects your grand
father; and will thrust in some mean and
quite imimportant anecdoteof the
family as " he is blest in seeing it now."
He reviveth past situations, to institute
what he calleth^favorable comparisons.
With a reflecting sort of congratulation,
he will inquire the price of your furniture;
and insults you with a special com
mendation of your window-curtains
He is of opinion that the um is the more

bled upon one. He declareth against

elegant shape, but after all, there was

anddraweth it back again. He cas

ually looketh in about dinner-time

when the table is full. He offereth to go

away, seeing you have company,but

is induced to stay. He filleth a chair,
and your visitor's two children are ac
commodated at a side-table. He never

Cometh upOn open days, when your wife

says, with some complacency, " My
dear, perhaps Mr.
will drop in to
day." He remembereth birthdaysand

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>SCRiA^

HE poet is chiefly distinguished

something more comfortable about the

old tea-kettle;which you must remember.
He dare say 3^u must fihd a great con

ness to think and feel without immediate

was called at Faneuil Hall,

venience in having a carriage of your

external excitement, and a greater power

in Boston, which a good-

own, and appealeth to your lady if it

is not so. Inquireth if you have had your

aims done in vellum yet; and did not

know, till lately, that suc^-and-such had

been the crest of the family. His mem

ory is unseasonable; his compliments

f^rverse; his talk a trouble; his stay per-

tinadous; and when he ^>eth away, you

atois8 his chair into a comer, as pre-

cipitatdy as possible, anil feel fairly rid

^two nuisances.

is a worse evil tmder the sun, and

that isa female Poor Relation. You

do something with the other; you

''Wy pass him off tolerably wdl; but

indigent ^e-relaticm is hopeless,

it and^affects
oWtohumorist,"
you may
go threadbare.
His say,
cirfWtances are better than folks would
ta^them tx> be. You are fond ofhaving
a Character at your table, and truly he
ts one." But in the indications of feoMle

poverty there can be no disguise. No

won^ dresses bdow ha^f from mere
Wncea

troth must out without shuffling.

P'fiinly rdated to the L
s; or
5at does she at their house?" She

^ m ^ probability, your wife's cousin,

^aes out often, at least, this isthe
Her garb is something between a

^mewon^ and a beggar, yet the

^^^er evidently predominates. She is
25?, Provokingly humble, and ostentasensible to her inferiority. He

r^uire to be repressed some-^ii* there is no raising

suffiaminadus
erat,
her. You send
ft dinner, and she begs to be
the gentiemen. Mr.-

the honor of taking wine with

^saitates betwe^ Port and
^bds^

the

former

^^use he does. She calls the servant

iiiftili

*"t3 cm not troubling him to

her plate. The housekeeper paher. The children's governess

to correct her, when she

mistaken the piano for harpischord.

'Charles Lamb.

JBOOJK,

Page 107

as are produced in him in that manner.

hired to suppress. They took possession

honor of Massachusetts, nor because you

are Boston boys, but because you are
men, and because honorable and gener
ous men always love fair play." ^ The
mob was conquered. Free speech and
fair play were secured. Public opinion

But these passions and thoughts and

feelings are the general passions and

of the floor and danced breakdowns and

can do what it has a mind to do in this

shouted choruses and refused to hear any

country. If it be debased and demoral

ized, it is the most odious of tyrants. It

N the early days of the antislavery agitation, a meeting

from other men by a greater prompt

in expressing such Noughts and feelings

thou^ts and feelings of men. And with
what are they connected? Undoubtedly
with our moral sentiments and animal

sensations, and with the causes which

excite these; with the operations of the
elements, and the appearances of the
visible universe; with storm and sun
shine, with the revolutions of the seasons,

with cold and heat, with loss of friends

and kindred, with injuries and resent
ments, gratitude and hope, with fear
and sorrow. These, and the like, are the
sensations and objects which the Poet
describes, as they are the sensations of
other men and the objects which in
terest them.^William Wordsworth.

XSEND you herewith abill for ten

louis d'ors. I do not pretend to give

such a sum; I only lend it to you. When

you ghqil return to your country with a

good character, you can not fail of
getting into some business, that will in
time enable you to pay all yow debts. In
that case, when you meet with another
honest man in similar distress, you must

pay me by lending this sum to him; en

joining him to discharge the debt by a
like operation, when he shall be able, and
shall meet with suchanotheropportunity.

I hope it may thus go through many

hands, before it meets with a knave that
will stop its progress. This is a trick of
mine for doing a deal of good with a
little money. I am not nch enough to

afford much in good works, and so am

obliged to be cunning ^and make the

most of a little.Franklin.

USTICE is the only worship'. Love

is the only priest. Ignorance is the
only slavery. Happiness is the only

go(^. The time to be happy is now.

The place to be happy is here. The

way to be happy is to make other
people happy.^R. G. Ingersoll.

natiired mob of soldiers was

of the orators upon the platform. The

most eloquent
pleaded with them
in vain. They were
urged by the mem
ories of the Cradle

of Liberty, for the

honor

of

Massa

chusetts, for their

own honor as Bos

ton boys, to respect

liberty of speech.

C But they still

laughed and sang
and danced, and
were proof against
every appeal.
At last a man sud

denly arose from

among themselves,
and began to speak.
Struck by his tone
and quaint appear
ance, and with the
thought that he

I must go down to the seas again, to the

lonely sea and the sky.
And all I ask is a tall sfdp and a star to
steer her by;
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song
and the white sail's shaking.

And a gray mist on the set^s face and a

gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the

can of the running tide

is Nero and C^ig-

ula multiplied by
millions. Can there
then be a more

stringent public
duty for every man
and the greater
the intelligence the
greater the duty
than to take care,
by all the influence
he can command,

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not

be denied;

that the coimtry,

And alll ask is a windy day with the white

lie opinion, shall

clouds flying,
And theflung spray and the blown spume,
and the sea-gulls crying.

have a mind to do

I must go down to the seas again, to the

William Curtis.

vagrant gypsy life.

To the gull's way and the whale's way
where the wind's like a whetted knife.

XT is all very

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a

the majority,,pu^

only what is jusi

and pure, and

humane?George

fine

to

talk

about tramps and

morality. Six hours
laughing fellow-rover,.
^
might be one of
themselves, the And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when of police surveil
lance (such as I
the long trick's over.
mob became sud
have had), or one
" Sea-Fever," bjf John Masefidd,
denly stm. " Well,
brutal rejection
fellow-citizens," he
from an inn door, change your views upon
said, " I would n't be quiet if I did n't
the subject like a course of lectures. As
want to." The words were greeted with
long as you keep in the upper regions,
a roar of delight from the mob, which
with all the world bowing to you as you
supposed it had found its champion, and
go, social arrangements have a very hand
the applause was unceasing for five min
some air; but once get under the wheels,
utes, during which the strange, orator
and you wish Society were at the devil.
tranquilly awaited his chance to con
I will give most respectable men a fort
tinue. The wish to hear, more hushed the
night of such a life, and then I will offer
tumult, and when the hall was still he
them two pence for what remains of their
resumed: " No, I certainly would n't
morality.^Robert Louis Stevenson.
stop if I had n't a mind to; but then, if
I were you, I would have a mind to!"
When a firm, decisive spirit is recognized
C The oddity of the remark and the
it is curious to see how the space dears
earnestness of the tone, held the crowd
around a man and leaves him room and
silent, and the speaker continued: " Not
freedom.^John Foster.
because this is Faneuil Hall, nor for the

Pttge 108

ALBERT flUBBARJi^S

IKE an highly developed

literatures, the Bible con
tains a great deal of sensa
tional fiction, imagined with
intense vividness, appealing
to the most susceptible passions, and
narrated with a force which the ordinary
man is quite unable to resist. Perhaps
only an expert can thoroughly appreciate
the power with which a story well told,
or an assertion well made, takes pos

session of a mind not specially trained

to criticize it. Try to imagine all that

IHERE is only one wish r^izable on

Pagem

perfectly attained: Death. And from a

RIENDS, who would have

acquitted me, I would like
to talk with you about this

variety of circumstances we have no one

thing which has happened,

the earth; only one thing that can be

to tell us whether it be worth attaining.

before I go to the place at

^ A strange picture we make on our

which I must die. Stay then awhile, for

way to our chimeras, ceaselessly march

we may as well talk with one another

while there is time. You are my friends,

ing, grudging ourselves the time for rest;

indefatigable, adventurous pioneers. It

^d I should like to showyou the mean

is true that ^e shall never reach the goal;

ing of this event

it is even more than probable that there

is no such place; and if we lived for cen

which has happen

ed to me
O my

turies, and were endowed with the powers

judgesfor

is most powerful in Engl^ Uterature

of a god, we should find ourselves not

may truly call you,

bound into one volume, and offered to

much nearer what we wanted at the end.

I should like to tell

a comparativdy barbarous race as an

you of a wonderful

instrument of civilization invested with

O toiling hands of mortals! O unwearied

feet, travelling ye know not whither!

supernatural authority! Indeed, let us

Soon, soon,'it seems to you, you must

leave what we call barbarous

come forth on some conspicuous hill

races

so

circumstance:
Hitherto the famil
iar oracle within me

Dorado. Little do ye know your own

of opposing me,
even in trifles, if I

cerning the Bible imder the School

true success is to labor.

^Robert Louis Stevenson.

a slip or err in any matter; and now, as

you see, there has come upon me the last

HAT is the best solitude that comes

closest in the human form^your

sign of opposition, either as I was leaving

my house and going out in the morning,
or while I was speaking, at anything

Board compromise! ^

How much re

sistance would there be to the illusion

created by the art of our great storytdlers? \/^^o would dare to affirm that
the men and women created by Chaucer,

Sh^espeare, Bunyan, Fielding, Goldsnuth, Scott and Dickens had never

existed? Who could resist the force of

conviction carried by the tremendous

assertive power of Cobbett, the gorgeous
special-pleading of Ruskin, or the cogen-

house or your field and wood with tender

remembrances: who stands between your

yearning heart and the great outward

void;thatyoutry in vain to wann and fill;
who in his own person and spirit clothes

nights, when com

pared with others.
Now if death is like

this I say that to

die is gain; for
eternity is then
only a single night.
But if death is

the journey to
another place
and there, as men

say, all the dead

are^what good
can be greater than
this? If, indeed, when the pilgrim arrives
in the world below, he is delivered from

" I strove With None," hy Wtdter Savage Landor

was going to make

and worst evil. But the oracle made no

friend, your other self, who leaves you

alone, yet cheers you: who peoples your

but even the great king^will not find

many such days or

I warmed both hands before the

fires of life;
It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

has constantly

lar schools are led to make today con

this manI will not say a private man,

Art!

top, and but a little way further, against

the setting sun, descry the spires of El
blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a
better thing than to arrive, and the

to compare this with the other days and

nights of his life; and then were to tdil
us how many days and nights he had
passed in the course of his life better and
more pleasantly than this one, I think

I strove with none; for none was

worth my strife.
Nature I loved and, next to Nature,

out of the question, and suppose it of

fered to the English nation on the same
assumptions as to its nature and au^thority which the diildren in our popu

been in the habit

select the night in which his sleep

undisturbed even by dreams, and w^

thfe professors of justice in this world,

and finds the true judges who are said

oracle opposed me. What do I take to

be the explanation of this! I will tell you.
I regard this as a great proof that what
has happened to me is a good; and that

to give judgment there^Minos, and

Rhadamanthus, and ^^cus, and Triptolemus, and other sons of God who were
righteous in their own life^that pilgrim
age will be worth making.
Above all, I shall then be able to con
tinue my search into true and false
knowledge, as in this world, so also in
that. And I shall find out who is wise,
and who pretends to be wise and is not.

which I was going to say; and yet I have

often been stopped in the middle of a
speech; but now in nothing that I either
said or did touching this matter has the

^ of Sir Thomas More, or even Mat

thew Arnold? Above all, who could stand
up against the inspiration and moral

for you, and endows with tangible form,

meanings that draw you to the woods

those who think that death is an evil are

What would not a man give to be able

g^deur of our fx-ophets and poets,

from Langland to Blake and Shelley?
The power of Scripture hcs not waned
with the ages. Why not teach children
the realities of inspiration and revela

and fields. What the brooks and the

trees and the birds said so faintly and

in error. For the customary sign would

to examine the leader of the Trojan

expedition; or Odysseus, or Sisyphus, or

all attractions and subtle relations and

vaguely, he speaks with warmth and

directness. Indeed, your friend comple

ments, and completes your ^litude and

tion as they work daily throu^ scribes

^d lawgivers? It woidd, at all events,
xns&e better journalists and parish coun
cillors of themGeorge Bernard Shaw.

lation.John Burroughs.

The man who foolishly does me wrong, I

LI tell of the hardihood, the endurance

and the courage of my companions which

you experience its charm without deso

AD we lived, I should have a tale to

wiU return to him the protection of my

would have stirred the hearts of every

most ungrudging love; and the more

evil comes from him, the more good ^all

Englishman. These rough notes and our

go from me.^Buddha.

dead bodies must tell th story.

Captain :.Cobert F. Scott.

surely have opposed me had I been going

to evil and not to good.
Let us reflect in another way, and we
shall see that there is no great reason to
hope that death is a good. For one of
two thingseither death is a state of
nothingness; or, as men say, there is a
change and migration of the soul from
this world to another.

numberless othersmen and women,

tool What infinite delight would there be

in conversing with them and asking

questions!in another world they do

not put a man to death for asking ques
tions; assuredly not. For besides being
happier in that world than in this, tihey
will be immortal, if what is said be true.
Wherefore, be of good cheer about death,
and know of a certainty that no evil can
happen to a good man, either in this life

Now if you suppose that there is no con

sciousness, but a sleep like the sleep of
him who is imdisturbed even by the
sight of dreams, death will be an un

or 'after death.

speakable gain. For if a person were to

neglected by the gods, nor has my own

He and his

are not

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fage 110

ISSIPATIONS, vicesv

^jproaching end happened by mere

cdiance. But I see clearly that to die and

with my condemners or with my accu

se. They have done me no harm, al

though they did not mean to do me any
good; and for this I may gently blame

scms grow up, 1

yrould

you, my

frieads, to punish
them. And I would

have you trouble

them, as I have
troubled you, if
they seem to care
about

riches or

anything more.
e^bout virtue.

<1^ Or if they pretead to be some-

^iing when they

are really nothing,
then reprove them.
Us I have reproved

active life; a kind of mud

bath, in which the youth is, as it were,

necessitated to steep, and, we suppose,

cleanse himself, before the real toga of

Manhood can be laid on him. We shall
not dispute much

A little work, a little play

with this class of

To keep us goingand so, good-

hope they are mis

taken; for Sin and

dag!
A little warmth, a little light

Of love's bestowingand so, good

philosophers; we

A little fun, to match the sorrow

Of each day's growingand so,
good morrow!
A little trust that when we die ,

' A Little Work," by George du Maurier

O ye wlto have lost the way?

Would ye have yoiu^sheart thou^ your
hii& be

Go ie^ra

a tittle duld each day.

@0 serve ^ wants and play his play,

cgtdi ^ lUt of his linig^ter gay,
Afid fd%w hii dancing feet ^ ^ey stray;
For he knom the road to Lau^tertown,

0 ye who have lost ^e wayl

Katherine D. Blake.

be

re

vived. If a ravisher

and fated not only

to meet but to

could make the in

term in their lep

rous armada. We
hope it is not so.

l^ds
The hour of my departure has arrived,
and we,t^ our waysto die, and you to
live. W&ch is better, Grod only knows.
^Fcpm Socrates* T^k to His Friends

the road to Laughter-

not

stage, be forced

have been dissipated, and disappointed

in the chase of false pleasure; but after

Wcn^d ye

murder itself, if

could

Clear we are, at all events, it cm not be

the training one receives in this Devil's
service^ but only our determming to
desert from it, that fits us for true manly

the HeiMock.

the remission of the

crime was in the
crown. In case of

we should, at any

different company,

^u, for not caring about that for which

th^ ought to care, and thinking that
are really something when they are
r^y nothing. And if you do this, I and

befi^

if recompense could possibly be made,

life was not to be touched. Treason being
against the King,

that it seems hard

stages of life, and

to them, and
We reap our sowing! And so yield
even serve for a

good-bye!

mon law. And such was the tenderness,

such the reluctance to shed blood, that

compensation
could be made, the
next of kin might
discharge the pros
ecution, which if
once discharged,

Remorse so easily
beset us at all

are always such in

night !

^sbns will havereceived justice at your

were all the crimes that were

liable to be punished with

death by our good old com

preparative for entering on

&em. Still I have

a, favor to ask of
them
When my

REASON, murder, rape, and

burning a dwelling house,

certain class of philosophers

have asserted to be a natural

be rdea^ed was better for me; and there

fore the oracle gave no sign.
For which reason, also, I am not anpy

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Action. We become men, not aftex we

we have ascertained, in any way, what

impassable barriers hem us in through

thin life; how mad it is to hope for con

tentment to our infinite soul from the

gifts of this extremely finite world; that

a fwqti must be sufficient for himself; and

that for sufferingand enduring there is no

remedy but strivingand doing. Manhood

begins when we have in any way made
truce with Necessity; begins even when
we have surrendered to Necessity, as the

most part only do; but begins joyfully

and hopefully only when we have recon

ciled oiirselves to Necessity.; and thus, in

reali^, triumphed over it, and felt that

in I^ecessity we are free.^Bums.

God is the I of the Infinite.^Hugo.

jured woman satis

faction, the law had

upon this modem way of reasoning

" That petty crimes deserved death, and
he knew nothing worse for the greatest."
His laws, it is said, were written, not
with ink, but with blood; but they were
of short duration, being all repealed by
Solon, except one, for murder
An attempt was made some years ago
to repeal some of the most absurd and
cruel of our capi-

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;

To forgive wrongs darker than death or
night;

To defy Power, which seems

omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope '

they said, and sub

creates

From its own wreck the thing it contem

repent;

This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be

Good, great and joyous, beautiful and
free;

no power over him;

This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and

Victory.

she might marry

From " Prometheus Unbound,"

gallows, if she
pleased, and take him from the jaws of
death to the lips of matrimony. But so

fatally are we deviated from ^e benig

nity of our ancient laws, that there is

now imder sentence of death an un-

fortimate clergyman, who made satis

faction for the injury he attempted: the
satisfaction was accepted, and yet the
acceptance of the satisfaction and the

prosecution bear the same date.

The Mo^ic law ordained that for a sheep
or an ox, four and five fold should be
restored; and for robbing a house,
double; that is one fold for reparation,

the rest for example; and the forfeiture

was greater, as the property was more
exposed. If the thief came by night, it

was lawful^to kill him; but if he came by

day, he was only to make restitution and
if he had nothing he was to be sold for
his theft. This is dl that God required in
felonies, nor can I find in histoiy any
sample of such laws as ours, except a
code that was framed at Athens by
Draco. He made every ofTense capital,

versive of law."

The very reverse

plates;

Neither to change, nor falter, nor

the man imder the

tal laws. The bill

passed this house,

but was rejected
by the Lords for
this reason: "It
was an innovation,

by Perqi Bysshe Shettey

is truth

These

hanging laws are

themselve.s in
novations. No less
than three and

thirtyof them pass

ed the last reign.

I believe I my
self was the fii^
person to check tiie

progress of them. C Wheri the great

Alfred came to the throne, he found the
kingdom overrun with robbers; but the
sillyexpedientof hanging never came into
his head; he instituted a police, which

was, to make evep^ township answerable for the felonies committed in it.

Thus property became the guardian of

property, and all robbery was so effec
tually stopped that in a very short time

a man mi^t travel throu^ the king

dom unarmed, with his purse in his

hand. . . .

Even in crimes which are seldom or

never pardoned, death is no prevention.

Housebreakers, forgers and coiners are

sure to be hanged; yet housebreaking,

forgery and coining are the very crimes
which are oftenest committed. Strange
it is that in the case of blood, of which
we ought to be most toider, we should
still go on, against reason and against
experience to make unavailing slaughter
of our fellow-creatiires., A recent event
has proved that policy will do wtet

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blood can not domean the late regur

lation of the coinage. Thirty years to

age should be considered,

because it comes last It

gether men were continually hanged for

coining; still it went on: but on the new
r^ulation of the gold coin it ceased ....
C There lies at this moment in Newgate,
under sentence to be burnt alive, a girl
just turned fourteen; at her master's

you go on to add that age, in a majority

of cases, never comes at all. Disease and

bidding, ^e hid some whitewashed

farthings behind her stajrs, on which the

mo^ prosperous persons. To be suddenly

has foimd her guilty, as an accom

plice with her master in the treason. The

master was hanged last Wednesday; and

the fiaggots all lay readyno reprieve
came till just as the cart was setting out,

and the girl would have been burnt alive

on the same day, had it not been for the
humane but casual interference of Lord

Wejrmouth. Sir, are we taught to execrate

the incendiary fires of Smithfidd, and

we are lighting them now to bum a poor

harmless child for hiding a whitewashed

farthing! And yet this barbarous sen

tence, whichou^t to make men shudder

at tlw thou^t of shedding blood for
such trivial causes, is brought as a
reason for more hflnging and burning.
From Speech of Sir William Meredith

in the House of Commons, May 13,1777.

5RY man is said to have his pecu
liar ambition. Whether it be true or

seems just as much to the

point, that youth comes first.
And the scale fairly kicks the beam, ii
accidents make short work of even the

snuffed out in the middle of ambitious

schemes is tragical enough at the b^t;

, but when a man has been grudging him

on the confines of farce. . . To husband

a favorite claret until the batch turns
sour is not at all an artful stroke of policy;
and how much more with a whole cellar

a whole bodily existence! People may

lay down their lives with cheerfulness

in the sure expectation of a bless^ mor
tality; but that is a different affair from

giving up youth with all its admirable

pleasures, in the hope of a better quality
of gruelin a morethan problematic, nay,
morethan improbableold age.Weshould
not compliment a hungry man, who

found

guilty,

he

wasexiled byTiber
ius Ceesar. At that

time he was just

entering his
twenty-fourth
year

Duringtheeighteen
years that his exile
lasted he traversed

And overwhelm the town;

It is not raining rain to me.

It's raining roses down.

It is not raining rain to me.

But fields of clover bloom.
Where any buccaneering bee
Can find a bed and room.

knew whether there was to bejany dessert

from the dolorous old naval^ bmlad, we

have heard the mermaids singing, and
know that we shall never see dry land any
more. Old and young, we are all on our
last cmise. If there is a fill of tobacco

litter

which

was

being carried along

the narrow path
way throu^ the

vineyards, ^e lit

The clouds of gray engulf the day ter being imcur-

rea, and Jemsalem.

When, after the

all his appetite for the dessert, beforehe

tion is yet to be develop^* I an* young

Syria, Palestine,
Cappadocia, and
Armenia, and

"April Rain," by Robert Loveman

tained,

permit

ted Lamia to see

stretched upon the

cushions as it was
bome nearer to htm

the figure of an
elderly man of immense bulk, who;
supporting his head

on his hand, gazed

out with a ^oomy

and disdainful ex

pression. His nose,

which was aquiline,
and his chin, which
was prominent,
seemed desirous of

meeting across his

death of Tiberius,

Caius was raised to the purple. Lamia ob

tained permission to return to Rome. He
even regained a portion of his possessions.

lips, and his jaws were i^werful. [ From

Adversity had taught him wisdom. . . .

hesitated a moment before the name came

With a mixture of surprise and vexation

he recognized that age was stealing upon

to him.Then suddenly hastening towards

the litter with a display of surprise and

him ^

delight

In his sixty-second year, being

tiie first moment Lamia was convinced

that the face was familiar to him. He

among the crew, for God's sake pass it

round, and let us have a pipe before we

afflicted with an illness which proved in no

"Pontius Pilate!" he cried. "The gods

slight degree troublesome, he decided to

be praised who have permitted me to see

have recourse to the waters of Baise. The

you once again!"

The old man gave a signal to the slaves

jOTDVERSITY is a medicine which

coast at that point, once frequented by

the halcyon, was at this date the resort
of the wealthy Roman, greedy of pleasure.

goIRobert Louis Stevenson.

iZ . people are rather fond of recom

But, if the good people in their

vnsdom shall see fit to keep me in the

mending indiscriminately as a p^acea

for their neighbors. Like other medicines,

background, I have been too familiar

vdth disai^intments to be very much

There are nerves which it braces, and

dbagrined.^Lincoln, to the People of

.Sangamon, Mardi 9,1832.

rank, and being

It is not raining rain for me.

It's raining dqffodHs;
In every dimpled drop I see
WUd flowers on the hills.

should refuse a whole dinner and reserve

and perilous waters; and to t^e a cue

compensate

Sulpicius Quirinus,

the waves. <|[Having reach^ the summit

he seated himself by the side of a path
beneath a terebinth, and let his glances
wander over the lovely landscape. . . .
C Lamia drew from a fold of his toga
a scroll containing the Treatise upon
Nature^ extending himself upon the
groimd, and began to read. But the
warning criiss of a slave necessitated his
rising to allow of
the passage of a

A health unto the happy,

A fig for him who frets!
It
is not raining rain to me.
prolonged visits
It
*s raining violets.
to Antioch, Csesa-

We sail in leaky bottoms and on great

exclusivdyvupon the independent voters

of the countiy; and, if elected, they will
have conferred a favor upon me for which
I diall be unremitting in my labors to

inal relations with

a man of consular

I sh^ succe^ in gratifying this ambi

most humble walks of life. I have no

of engaging in crim

Lepida, the wife of

mysdf worthy of their esteem. How fi^

wealthy or popular relations or friends

to recommend me. My case is thrown

licentious courses.

But being accused

self his own life in the meanwhile, and

or not. If there be such a thing as impmdence in the world, we surely have it here.

'bom, and have ever remained, in the

out for the schools of Athens

to study philosophy
Subsequently he
took up his residence at Rome, and in his
house on the Esquiline, amid a circle of
youthful wastrels, abandoned himself to

savmg up everything for the festival that

was never to be, it becomes that hysteri
cally moving sort of tragedy which lies

not, I can say, for one, that I have no

dther so great as that of being truly
esteemed of my fellow-men, by rendering

and m^nown to many of you. I was

ELIUS LAMIA, bom in

Italy of illustrious parents,
had not yet discarded the
toga proetexta when he set

T is customary to say that

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it only agrees-with certain constitutions.

nerves which it utterly shatters.

Justin McCarthy.

to stop, and cast a keen glance upon the

friend in the brilliant crowd. Then one

stranger who had addressed him.

" Pontius, my dear host," resimied the
latter, " have twenty years so far

day, after dinner, an inclination to which

he yielded urged him to ascend the in

whitened my hair and hollowed my

cheeks that you no longer recognize your

For a week Lamia lived alone, without a

clines which, covered with vines that

friend ^lius Lamia? "

resembled bacchantes, looked out upon

At this name Pontius Pilate dismounted

from the litter as actively as the weight

of his years and the heaviness of his gait

sacred vessels which in the ancient days

of Evander and our father ^neas, had

permitted him, and embraced ^lius

been hidden away by an eponymos

LflTnia again and again.

" Godsl what a treat it is to me to see you
<^ice more! But, alas, you call up memo
ries of those long-vanished da3r8 when I

hero, or rather a tribal deity, named

Moses. Upon this assurance the Samari
tans rose in rebellion; but having been

was Procurator of Judsea, in the prov

ince of Syria. Why, it must be Airty

years ago that I first met you. It was at

Csesarea, whither you came to drag out

^ur weary term of exile. I was fortunate

^wugh to alleviate it a little, and out of

midship. Lamia, you followed me to

l^t d^ressing place Jerusalem, where

Jews filled me with, bitterness and
disgust. You remained for more than ten
years my guest and my companion, and

^ converse about Rome and tUngs

Roman we both of us mfltinged to find
CQ^lation~you for your misfortunes,
I for my burdens of State."

Lamia embraced him afresh..

^ You_ were preparing to suppress a

amantau rising when I set out for Cap-

garo^ where I hoped to draw some

profit mm the breeding of horses and
roules. I have not seen you since then,
did that expedition supceed? Pray
me. Everything interests me that

wacenis you in any way."

^^tius Pilate sadly shook his head.

" My natural disposition," he said,

as a sense of duty, impelled me
my public responsibilities, not

SL"

words. These OC'

vividly presented
they had happened
yesterday.to me

Pee<SShl.^-?*P^'
orpersuaslve
tsxany such to be met
y^7-indUced theSamaritans to
together in arms on Mount

(^lich in' that wuntiy islooked

? ^iy place) under the promise

Would di^0{^ to thdr sight the

own eyes. Now Agrippa favored Vitel

lius, inasmuch as Vitellius was the enemy
of Antipas, whom Agrippa pursued with

all,ourown witnesses and our own judges.

You must rely, Pontius Pilate, on the tes
timony you yourself bear to your own
rectitude. Be content with your personal

his hatred. The Emperor adopted the

respect and that of your friends.". ....

refused even to listen to me.". . . .

Pontius. . . . " I must hasten on. Adieu!

But nowthat I haverediscovered a friend,

prejudices of his beloved Asiatic, and

" Pontius," replied Lamia, " I am per

" We '11 say no more at present," said

under observation

" These measures of prudence were ur

of Rome. But were you not perchance on

per at my house tomorrow. My house

gent. The rebels were already laying

siege to the town of Tsrrathaba, situated

that occasion a trifle too much influenced

stands on the 8eashore,at the extreme end

by that impetuous courage which has

of the town in the direction of Misenum.

I should wish to take advantage of my

good fortune. Do me the favor, iElius

Lamia, to give me your company at sup

at the foot of Mount Gerizim. I easily

always swayed you? You ^1 remember

dispersed them, and stifled the as yet

scarcely organized revolt. Then, in order
to give a forcible example with as few
victims as possible, I handed over to

that in Judaea it often happened that I

was obliged to urge you to clemency and

^m hisIjO'e.

execution the leaders of the rebellion.

suavity."

" Till tomorrow, Lamia,^' he repeated,

as he dimbed once more into his litter.

But you are aware, Lamia, in what

strait dependence I was kept by the pro
consul Vitellius, who governed Syria not
in, but against the interests of Rome, and
looked upon the provinces of the empire
as territories which could be farmed out
to tetrarchs. The head men among the

Samaritans, in their resentment against

me, came and fell at his feet lamenting.
To listen to them nothing had been
further from their thoughts than to dis

obey Csesar. It was I who had provoked

the rising, and it was purely in order to

withstand my violence that they had

gathered together around TyraAaba

Vitellius listened to their complaints, and

Emperor himself. With a heart over

flowing with grief and resentment I took
diip. Just as I approached the shores of
Italy, Tiberius, worn out with age and
the cares of empire, died suddenly on the
self-same Cape Misenum, whose peak we
see from this very spot magnified in the

Mlod,. 1 shall be able to give

his childhood, whom he cherished as his

suaded that you acted towards the

Samaritans according to the rectitude of
your character, and solely in the interests

m its prime, andthe

insurrection. Let us sit down

mi*u

dispatched detachments of infant^ to

occupy the moimtain, and stationed
cavalry to keep the approaches to it

handing over the affairs of Judaea to his

yy- You ask me about the

as
w

warned in time to forestall them, I

diligence, but even with

But I was pursued by unrehatred. Intrigues and calumnies
have looked to bear has

(SirtriS

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^LBBRSr HUBBAR.D*S

Page 114

friend Marcellus, comm^ded me to go

and justify my proceedings before the

mists of evening. I demanded justice of

Caius, his successor, whose perception
was naturally acute, and who was ac
quainted with Syrian affairs. But marvel
with me, Lamia, at the maliciousness of
fortime, resolved on my discomfiture.
Caius then had in his suite at Rome the

Jew Agrippa, his companion, the friend of

who, yoimger than you, should naturally

have been more impetuous than you,

...

. ^

" Suavity towards the Jews! cned

Pontius Pilate
" Although you have
lived amongst them, it seems clear that

you ill imderstand those enemies of the

human race. Haughty and at the same

time base, combining an invincible ob

stinacy with a despicably mean spirit,

they weary alike your love and your
hatred. Mycharacter, Lamia, was formed
upon the maxims ofthe divine Augustus.

When I was appointed Procurator of

Judsea, theworid was already penetrated

with the majestic ideal of the

romana. No longer, as in the days of our

internecine strife, were we witness^ to

the sack of a province for the aggrandise

ment of a proconsul. I knew where my

duty lay. I was careful that my actions

You will easily recognize it by the porch,

which bears a painting representing

Orpheus surrounded by tigers and lions,

whom he is charming with the strains

" Tomorrow we will talk about Judsea."

C The following day at the supper hour
Lamia presented himself at the house of
Pontius Pilate. Two couches were in

readiness for occupants.... As they pro

ceeded with their repast, Pontius and
Lamia interchanged inquiries with one

wo^er about their ailo^ts, tiie qntnp-

toms of which th^r described at con

siderable length, mutually emulous of
communicating the various remedies
which had been recommended to them...

After a time they turned to the subject

of the great engine^ing feats that had
been acioomplished in the country, the
prodigious Mdge constructed by Caius

should be governed by pnidenceandmoderation. The gods are my witnesses that

between PuteoU and Baise, and the

canfiOs which Augustus excavated to

mildness only. . . . Before the immortal

gods I swear that never once during my

Avemus and the Lucrine lake.

laws.ButI am grownold.Myenemies and

great utility. When, for

sins, I was
appointed Governor of Judsea, I con

^ He moaned and lapsed into silence.

witii an abundant supply of pure water

I was resolved upon mildness, and upon

convey the waters of the ocean to Lake

term of office did I flout justice and the

also wi^ed to set afoot public works of

detractors are dead. I shalldieunavenged.

Who will not retrieve my character?"
Lamia replied:

" That man is prudent who neither hopra

nor fears any&ing from the uncertain

events of the future. Does it matter m

the least what estimate men

form

of us hereafter? We ourselves are, after

" I also," said Pontius, with a sigh, ** I

ceived tiie idea of fumis^g Jerusalem

by means cf an aqu^uct. . . . l^t far

from viewing with satisfaction the con
struction of that conduit, which was in
tended to carry to ^eir town upon its
massive arches not only water but health,
the inhabitants of Jerusalem gave vent

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'JBJLBBRT ilUBBARD'S

to lamentable outcries They gathered

tumultuouslytogetherexclaiming against
Ae sacrilege and impiousness, and hurl
ing themselves upon the workmen,
scattered the very foundation stones.

Can you picture to yourself, Lamia, a

mthier set of barbarians? Nevertheless,
ViteUius decided in their favor, and I
received orders to put a stop to the

salem as an interested onlooker, and

mingled freely with the people, and I
succeeded in detecting certain obscure

point of view is a sacred tie; it is one of

virtues in these rude folk which were

such relations as one may enter into with

them would be of little account were it
not that they habituate the body to a
humiliating effeminacy. Let me tell you
that you have been too liberal in your
offerings to the Venus of the Market

altogether hidden from you. I have met

Jews who were all mildness, whose sim
ple manners and faithfulness of heart re

called to me what our poets have related

concerning the Spartan lawgiver. And
work." ^ It is
you yourself, Pona knotty point," Inio the woods My Master went,
tius, have seen
said Lamia, " how Clean forspent, forspent.
perish beneath the
far one is justified Into the woods my Master came,
cudgels of your le
in devisii^ thmgs -Forspent with love and shame.
gionaries simplefor the common
But the olives they were not blind to Him; minded men who
weal against the The little gray leaves were kind to Him; have died for a
will of the popu
cause they believed
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
lace."
to be just without
When into the woods He came.
Pontius Pilate con
revealing their
tinued as though Out of the woods my Master went.
names. Such men

he^ had not heard

this interruption. .
was appointed

by Rome not for

the destruction,
but for the up
holding of their
customs, and over

them I

had the

power of the rod

and the axe

At

do not deserve our

And He was well content.

Out of the woods my Master came.

Content with death and shame.
When Death and Shame would woo Him

last.

From under the trees they drew Him last:

*Twas on a tree they slew Himlast
When out of the woods He came.
" A Ballad of Trees and the Master,"
by Sidney Lanier

tiie outset of my term of office I en

deavored to persuade them to hear
reason. I attempted to snatch their

^serable victims from death. But this

show of mildness only irritated them the

more; they demand^ tlieir prey, fight-

mg arowd me like a horde of vultures

with wing and beak. Their priests re

ported to Caesar that I wasviolatingtheir

appesds, supported by

Vitwiius, drew down upon me a severe

reprimand. How many times did I long,
as rae Greeks used to say, to dispatch

accusers ^d accused in one convoy to

tiie crows!"....

Lamia^ exerted himself to lead the conVCTTOtion back to a less acrimonious note.
Pontius, he said," it is not difficult for

metounderstandbothyourlong-standing
rewn^ent and your sinister forebodwhat you have experienced

<Sf the character of the Jews is nothing

to their advantage. But I lived in Jeru-

contempt
I am
saying this because
it is desirable in
all things to pre
serve moderation
and an even mind.
But I own that

I never experienced
any lively sympa

thy for the Jews.

The Jewess, on the contrary, I found

extremely pleasing. I was young, then,
and the Syrian women stirred all my
senses to response. Their ruddy lips,
their liquid eyes that shone in the shade,
their sleepy gaze pierced me to the very
marrow. Painted and stained, smelling

the nard and myrrh, steeped in odors,

their physical attractions are both rare

the institutions which are the support

of Rome. As to foreign women and slaves

place; and what, above all, I blsme in

you is that -you have not married in

compliance with the law and given

children to the Republic, as every good
citizen is bound to do."

But the man who had suffered e:^e

imder Tiberius was no longer listening
to the venerable magistrate o Having
tossed off his cup of Falemian, he was

smiling at some image visible to his

eye alone
Aiter a moment's silence he resumed in

a very deep voice, which rose in pitch

by little and little;,
"With what languorous grace they dance,
those Syrian women! I knew a Jewess at

Jerusalem who used to dance in a poky

Kttle room, on a threadbare carpet, by

the light of one smoky little lamp,

waving her arms as she clanged her

cymbals. Her loins arched, her head

thrown back, and, as it were dragg^
down by the weight of her heavy red hair,,
her eyes swimming with voluptuousness,

eager, languishing, compliant, she would

with envy. I was in love with her barbaric
dances, her voices. little raucous and
yet so sweet^her atmosphere of in
cense, the semi-somnolescent state in
which she seemed to live. I followed her

and delightful."

everywhere. I mixed with the vile rabble

of soldiers, conjurers and extortioners

praises

with which she was surrounded. One

Pontius Pilate contracted his brows, and

his hand rose to his forehead in the
attitude of one who probes the deeps

of memory. Then after a silence of some

seconds:

"Jesus?" he murmured, "Jesusof

Nazareth? I can not call him to mind."
" The Procurator of Judea" (abbrevi

ated), by Anatole France.

fOR money enters in two different

characters into the scheme of life. A

certain amoimt, varying with the number

and empire of our desires, is a true

necessity for eadi one of us in the pres
ent order of society; but bejrond that
amoimt, money is a commodity to,be

bou^t or not to be bou^t, a luxury in

which we may either indulge or stint
oursdves, like any other. And there are

many luxuries that we may legiti

mately prefer to it, such as a grateful

conscience, a county life,or the womanof

our inclination. Trite, flat, and obvious as
this conclusion may appear, we have only
to look round us in society to see how

scantily it has been recognized; and

perhaps even ourselves, after a little

reflection, may decide to spend a trifle
less for money, and indulge ourselves a
trifle more in the article of freedom.
^Robert Louis Stevenson.

have made Cleopatra herself grow pale

Pontius listened impatiently to these

" I was not the kind of man to fall into

was crucified for some crime, I don't

quite know what. Pontius, do you re

member anything about the man? "

day, however, she disappeared, and 1

XTlong
strikes
me dumb to look over the
series of faces, such as any full
Church,

Courthouse,

London-Tavern

Meeting, or miscellany of men will show

them. Some score or two of years ago,

all^ these were little red-color^ infants;

ea^ of them capable of being kneaded,

baked into any social form you chose:

saw her no more. Long did I seek her in

disreputable alleys and taverns. It was

yet see now how they are fixed and

hardened^into artisans, artists, clergy^

subject yourself. Lamia, I was never able

to approve of your laxity. If I did not

more difficult to leam to do without her

than to lose Ae taste for Greek wine.

dandies, and can and shall now be|nothing

express with sufficient emphasis former

ly how culpable I held you for having in

Some months after I lost sight of her, I

else henceforth.Carlyle.

learned by chance that she had attached

herself to a small company of men and.

Music was a thing of the soul^a rose-

the snares of the Jewish women," he

said, " and since you have opened the

trigued at Rome with the wife of a man

of consular rank, it was because you were

then enduring heavy penance for your

misdoings. Marriage from the patrician

women who were followers of a young

Gedilean thaumaturgist. His name was

Jesus; he came f^m Nazareth, and he

gentry, learned sergeants, unearned

lipped shell that murmured of the eter

nal seaa strange bird singing the songs
of another shore.^J. C. HoUand.

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Page IIS

E are ^irits > That bodies

should be lent us, while they

BOVE all, it is ever to be kept in

iE is no madman, but the

mind, that not by material, but by

best bimdle of nerves I ever

can afford us pleasure, assist

moral power, are men and their actions

us in acquiring knowledge,
lieUow creatures, is a kind aiid benevo

governed. How noiseless is thought! No

rollmg of drums, no tramp of squadrons
or immeasurable tumult of baggage-

lent act of God. When thqr become un

wagons, attends its movements: in what

fit for these piirposes, and afford us pain

instead of pleasure, instead of an aid be

head be meditating, whi(^ is one day to

in

doing good to

our

come an incumbrance, and answer none

of the intentions for which they were

^en, it is equally kind an<l benevolent,

t^t a way is provided by which we may
rid of them , Death is that way.
friend and we were invited abroad

oh a party of pleasure, which is to last

forever. ICs ch^ was ready first and he

has gone before us. We could not all

QMvenienlly start together; and why

^uld you and I be grieved at this,

spce we are soon to follow, and know
whCTe to find him,^Franklin..

jf'T be^s now to be eversrwhere

surmised that the real Force, which

m this world all things must obey, is

ft^ight. Spiritual Vision and Deter-

^^tion. The Thought is parent ofthe

nay, is living soul of it, and last

fnd continual, as wellas first mover of it;

IS the foundation and beginning and

^nce, therefore, of man's whole exis^5^ bere below. In this sense, it has

1^ said, the Word ofman (the uttered

J^u^t ofman) isstill a magic formula,

obsciu-e and sequestered places may the

be crowned with more than imperial

authority; for Kings and Emperors will
be among its ministering servants; it
will rule not over, but in, all heads, and

wth these its solitary combinations of

ideas, as with magic formulas, bend the
world to its will! The time may come
when Napoleon himself may be better
known for his laws than for his battles;
and the victory of Waterloo prove less
momentous than the opening of the

first Mechanics' Institute.Carlyle.

N the mind of him who is pure and
good will be found neither corrup
tion nor defilement nor any malignant
taint. Unlike the actor who leaves the

stage before his part is played, the life

of such a man is complete whenever
death may come. He is neither cowardly
nor presuming; not enslaved to life nor
indifferent to its duties; and in him is

desperation and d^k

^|y; how the meek voice of a

of another who was

dying, all the time

cautioning his men
to be cool and sell

their lives dearly.

C. " While I was
talking with him,"
continued Gover

nor Wise, " some

Or ride secure the cruel sky.

Or build consummate palaces

Of metal or of masonry.

But you have wineand musicstill,

And statues and a bright-eyed love.

Andfoolish thoughts of good and ill,

Andprayers to them that sit above?

one called out that

he was a robber
and a murderer

How shall we conquer? Like a wind

Brown replied,

And old MoBorddes the blind

Said it three thousand years ago.

* You slave-holders
are the robbers.*
" I said to him,

your hair is matted

Thatfalls at eve ourfancies blow.

0 friend, unseen, unborn, unknown.

Student of our sweet English tongue.
Read out my words at night, alone:
I was a poet, I was young.

you are speaking

hard

words. Per

Since I can never see your face,

universal lot and abides therein content;

haps you forget I

toward all men.

you had better be

And never shake you by the hand,

1 send my soul through time and space
To greet you. You mil understand.

thinking on eter

" To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence,"

This is moral perfection: to live each

day as though it were the last; to be
tranquil, sincere," yet not indifferent

am a slave-holder;

nity. Your wounds

may be fatal, and

to one's fate.^Marcus Aurelius.

if they are not, you will have to stand

trial for treason, conspiracy and murder,

^f the world, who moulds

of a long life, has carried his heart in

his hand, like a palm-branch, waving

"i^ired . Thinker,"

^tte Spvereigii is the Wise Man,

thee in others in

I care not if you bridge the seas.

" The old man leaned on his elbow, and

beneath the bandages on his broken
face I saw the blue eyes flash and he
answered me: ' Governor Wise, you call
me old, but after all I have only ten or
fifteen years, at most, the start of you
in that journey to eternity, of which you

^^n thiese days we name Poet,

Search thy own heart; what paineth

II HAVE, may it
'^please the

through the chances and ^schances

according to his
lovingly sees into

A. Wise's Interview with John Brown.

Send you my words for messengers

The way I shall not pass along.

X THINK that to have known one

you are a slave-holder. You have aresponsibility weightier than mine a-- Prepare
to meet your God!'"Governor Henry

thyself may be.

J. G. Whittier.

savage |Earth becomes

^utifid, and the habitation

. ^^rnd cruelty a temple of peace. The

you must follow. I will me^ you across

Death's border, and I tell you. Gover
nor Wisci prepare for eternity. You admit

I who am dead a thousand years,

And wrote this sweet archaic soi^.

and how can you hope to escape, when

you admit your guilt? '

Martyr and Redeemer stills it

iriS

to free the negroes.

They say when one
son was dead by his
side, he held his
rifle in one hand,
and felt the pulse

with blood and

just in all his ways and kindly minded

that " raging of the nations," wholly

believes honestly he is called of God

nor that which putteth to shame.

Test by a trial how excellent is the life
of the good man^the man who re

Ppwjrs, ixutnimate and animate, obor

fh

man of courage and fortitude. He is a

fanatic, of course, beyond all reason,
but he thinks himself a Christian, and

Captain Brown,

joices at the portion given him in the

A poor, quite mechanical Magifire-winged ships cross

at his bidding. Of mark, above

he showed himself to be a

found nothing worthy of condemnation

^tteby he rules the world. Do not the

'^ds and watm, and all tumultuous

saw; cut, bruised and bat

tered, and chained beside,

good, old manone man, who,

^ discords into peacewhelps our faith

in God, in oiu-selves, and in each other
more than many sermons.G.W.Curtis.

Life is but a thou^t.Coleridge.

Page 119

speak. I will leave this world first, but

by James Elroy Flecker

Court, a few words

to say.

In the first place;

I deny everything,
but what I

have

aU along admitted :
of a design on my

part to free the

slaves. I intended

certainly to have
made a dean thing
of the matter, as I
did last winter
when I went to
Missouri and there
took slaves with

out the snapping

of a gun on either
side, moving them
througih the coun

try, and finally

leaving them in
Canada. I designed

on a larger s^e.

to have done the

same thing again

That was all I in

tended. I never did intend murder, or

treason; or the destruction of propaty,

or to excite or incite slaves to rebdlion,
or to make insurrection.

I have another objection, and that is that

it is unjust that I should suffer sudb a

penalty. Had I interfered in the manner

in which I admit, and which I admit has

bwn fairly proved^for I admire the

truthf^ess and candor of the greater

portion of the witnesses who have testi

fied in this case^had I so interfered in

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IBI^BERSr -HUBBARD^S

behalf of the rich, the powerful, the in-

Not one but joined me of his own accord,

tdligent, the so-called great, or in bdiali

and the greater part at their own ex

pense. A number of them I never saw,

of any of their friends, either father,

mother, brother, sister, wife or children,

Page 122
themselves; some, without any cere
mony will run over the history of th^

T seems to me that the

truest way to understand

[the art of] conversation) is

lives; will relate the annals of their dis

and never had a word of conversation

to know the faults and errors

eases, with the several symptoms and

to which it is subject and

circumstances of them; win enumerate

ence, it would have been all ri^t. Every

with till the day they came to me, and

that was for the purpose I have stated.
Now, I have done.^John Brown's Ad

from thence each man to form maxims

man of this Court would have deemed it

dress to the Comt.

the hardships and injustice they have

suffered in court, in parliament, in love,
or in law. Others are more dexterous, and

or any of that dass, and suffered and

sacrificed what 1 have in this interfer

an act worthy of reward rather than

punishment

This Court acknowledges, too, as 1 sup

pose, the validity of the law of God. I see
a book kissed, which I suppose to be the
Bible, or at least the New Testament,

whidti teaches me that all things whatso

ever I would that men should do to me,
I ^ould do even so to them. It teaches
me further to remember them that are in

bonds as bound with them. I endeavored

to act up to that instruction. I say I am

yet too young to understand that God

is any respecter of persons.

I believe that to have interfered as I

have done, as I have always fredy adnutted I have done, in behalf of his des-

Pised poor, I did no wrong, but right.

Now if it is deemed necessary that I

should forfeit my life for the furtherance

of the ends of justice, and mingle my

bloodfurther with the bloodof my childdren and with the blood of millions in

F you accept art, it must be part of

your daily lives, and the daily life
of every man. It will be with us wherever
we go, in the ancient city full of tradi
tions of past time, in the newly cleared
farm in America or the colonies, where
no man has dwelt for tradition to gather
around him; in the quiet country-side, as
in the bu^ town, no place shall be with
out it. You will have it with you in your
sorrow as in your joy, in your work-a-day
as in your leisure. It shall be no respec
ter of persons, but be shared by gentle
and simple, learned and unlearned, and
be as a language that all can imderstand.
It will not hinder any work that is neces^
sary to the life of man at the best, but

it \^1 destroy all degrading toil, all ener

vating luxury, all foppish frivolity. It
will be the deadly foe of ignorance,
dishonesty and tyranny, and will foster
good-will, fair dealing and confidence

to himself whereby it may be regulated,

because it requires few talents to which
with great art will
most men are not bom, or at best may
acquire, without
any great genius or Come, I trill make the continent
study. For nature
indissoluble,
hath left every I will make the most splendid race the
man a capacity of
sun ever shone upon,
being agreeable, I will make divine magnetic lands.
though not of
With the love of comrades.
shining in com
With the life-longlove of comrades.
pany; and there
are a hundred men

sufficiently
qualified for both,
who, by a very
few faults, that
they might cor
rect in half an hour,
are not so much as
tolerable
For instance: noth

be on the wat<^ to
hook in their own

praise; they will

call a

witness to

remember they al
ways foretold what
would happen in
such a case, but
none would be

lieve them; th^r,

advised such a man

I will plant companionship thick as trees from the begin

along all the rivers of America, and ning and told him
along the shores of the great lakes, ami the consequences,
all over the prairies,

I will make inseparable cities with their

just as they hap

pened;

but he

mms about each other's necks,

would have his own

I By the love of comrades.

way. Others make

a vanity of telling
their faults, they
are the strangest

By the manly loveof comrades.

" For You O Democracy," by Wdt Whitman

ing is more gener
men in the world; they can not dis
ally exploded than the folly of talking too
semble; they own it is a folly; th^
much, yet I rarely remember to have

this slave country whose rights are dis-

between man and man. It will teach you

seen five peopletogether, whensomeone

have lost abundance of advantages

enactments, I say let it be done.

to respect the highest intellect with a

manly reverence but not to despise any
man who does not pretend to be what

among them has not been predominant

in that kind, to the great constraint and
, disgust of all the rest. But among such
as deal in multitudes of words, none are
comparable to the sober, deliberate
talker, who proceeds with much thought

world; they can not help it; there is

something in their nature that abhors
insincerity and constraint; with many
other insufferable topics of the same

regaM^ by wicked, cruel and ux^just

Liet me say one word further. I feel

^tirdy satisfied with the treatment I

Mve received on my trial. Considering

all the circumstances, it has been more

generous than I expected. But I fed no

^Q^ousness of guilt.1 have stated from

the firstv^t was myintention,and what
design against

tne UDerty of any person, nor any dis

position to commit treason or incite

slaves to rebd or make any general in

surrection

I never encour^ed any man to do so,

but^always discouraged any ideaof that
land
Let me say, also, in regard to the statem^ts ^de by some ofthem that I have

inauc^ them to join me. But the conteaty is true. I do not say this to injure

them, but as regretting ^eir weakness.

he is not.^William Morris.

scholar only knows how dear

thesesilent yet eloquent companions
of pure thoughts and innocent hours
become in the season of adversity. When

all that is worldly turns to dross around

us, these only retain their steady value.
When friends grow cold, and the con
verse of intimates languishes into vapid
civility and commonplace these only con
tinue the unaltered countenance of hap

pier day^, and cheer us with that true

friendship which never deceived hope
nor deserted sorrow.

^Washington Irving.

and caution, makes his preface, branches

out into several digressions, finds a hint
that puts him in mind of another story,

which he promises to tell you when this

is done; comes back re^arly to his

subject, can not readily call to miiid
some person's name,- holding his head,
complains of his memory; the whole
company all this while in suspense; at

leng^ sajrs, it is no matter, and so goes

on. And, to crown the business, it per
haps proves at last a story the company

has heard jl|fty times before; or, at best,

some insipid adventure of the relator.

Divinity consists in use and practise,

not in speculation.^Luther.

by it; but if you would give them tiie

altitude

Of such mighty importance every man is

to himself, and ready to think he is so to
others; without once making this easy
and obvious reflection, that his affairs
can have no more weight with other

men, than theirs have with him; and how

. little that is, he is sensible enough.
When a company has met, I often have
observed two persons discover, by some
accident, that they were bred together at
the same school or imiversity; after
which the rest are condemned to silence,
and to listen while these two are re

freshing each other's memory, with

C Another general fault in conversation

the ar^ tricks and passages of them

is that of ^ose who affect to talk of

selves and their comrades.

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*lBLBBRSr HUBBARD^S

There are some faults in conversation,

whidi none are so subject to as .men of
wit, nor even so much as when they are

with each other. If they have opened

their mouths, without endeavorii^ to say
a witty thing, they think it is so many
words lost; it is a torment to the hearers,
as mudi as to themselves, to see them
upon the rack for invention, and in per

petual constraint, with so little success,

peared a reproach or reflection, but by

some turn of wit, unexpected and sur
prising, ended always in a compliment,

and to the advantage of the person it

was addressed to. And surely one of the
best rules in conversation is, never to

say a thing which any of the company

can reasonably wish we had left unsaid;

nor can there anjrthing be well more
contrary for the ends to which people
meet together, than to part unsatisfied

^ey must do something extraordinary,

in order to acquit them^ves, and an

with each other or themselves.

swer their diaracter, else the standers-

There are some men excellent at telling

think ^em only like the rest of mortals.

I ^have known two men of wit, indus-

stock of them, which they c^ draw

by may be disappointed, and be apt to a story, and provided with a plentiful

trioudy brought together, in order to

enitertain the company, when they have
roade a very ridiculous figure, and pro

upon occasion in all companies; and

considering how long conversation nms
now among us, it is not altogether a con
temptible tsdent; however, it is subject

dded all the mirth at l^eir own expense,

to two imavoidable defects, frequent

easy but when he can be allowed to dic-

so that, whoever values this gift in him

self, has need of a good memory, and

ft I know a man of wit, who is never

tete and preside: he never expects to be

inform^ or entertained, but to dis

play his own talents. His business is to
be go^ company, and not good con-

repetition, and being soon exhausted;

ou^t frequently to shift his company,

profess themselves his admirers.

that he may not discover the westoiess

ofhis fund; for those who are thus endued
have seldom any other revenue, but
live upon the main stock.
Great speakers in publicareseldom agree

tion; but as it is our usual custom, to

able in private conversation, whether

theu: faculty be natural, or acquired by

ywation; and therefore he looses to

frequent those who are content to listen

^ Raillery isthe finest part ofconversa

counterfeit and adulterate whatever is

top dear to us, so we have done with this,

ad ti^ed it all into what is generally

^ed'repartee, or being smart; just as

an e:q>ensive fa^ion comes up,

piose who are not able to reach it, con^emsdves with some paltry imitaIt now passes for raillery to run a
down in discourse, to put him out

^ countenance, and malrft him ridicu-

practice, and often venturing. Natural

elocution, although it may seem a para

dox, usually springs from a bairenness

of invention, and of words; by which men
who have only one stock of notions upon
every subject, and one Mt of phases to
express them in, they swim in tiie superfices, and offer themselves on every oc

casion; therefore, men of much learning,

and who know the compass ofa language,

'^SCJRsAjy JBOOIC,

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faculty which is held the great distinction

[OU may believe me, when I assure

between men and brutes; and how little

advantage we make of that, which

you in the most solemn manner

that, so far from seeking this employ
ment, I have used every effort in my
power to avoid it, not only from my
unwillingness to part with 3rou and the
family, but from a consciousness of its
being a trust too great for my capacity:
and I should enjoy more real happiness
in one month with you at home than I
have the most distant prospect of find
ing abroad, if my stay were to be seven
times seven years. But as it has been
kind of destiny that has thrown me upon
this service, I shall hope that my under
taking it is designed to answer some
good purpose
I shall rely confidently on that Provi
dence which has heretofore preserved and
been bountiful to me, not doubting but
that I shall return safe to you in the
fall. I shall feel no pain from the toil or
danger of the campaign; my unhappi-

might be the greatest, the most lasting,

and the most innocent, as well as useful,
pleasure of life.^Jonathan Swift.

It suffices not that beauty should keep

solitary festival in life; it has to become

a festival of eveiy day.^Maeterlinck.

|HEN those difficult cases occur,

they are difficult, chiefly because,
while we have them imder consideration,
all the reasons pro and con are not pres
ent to the mind at the same time; but
sometimes one set present themselves,

^d at other times another, the first be

ing out of sight. Hence the various pur

poses or inclinations Uiat alternately

prevail, and the uncertainty that per

plexes us

To get over this, my way is, to divide

half a sheet of paper by a line into two
columns; writing over the one pro and
the other con; then during three or four
days* consideration, I put down under
the different heads short hints of the

ness will flow from the uneasiness I

know you will feel from being left alone.

I therefore beg that you will summon

your whole fortitude, and pass your

time as agreeably as possible. Nothing
will give me so much sincere satisr

different motives, that at different times

occur to me, for or against the measure.

faction as to hear this, and to hear it

When I have thus got them all together

from your own pen.George Washing

in one view, I endeavor to estimate

ton, Letter to His Wife, 1775.

their respective weights; and, where I

find two (one on each side) that seem

equal, I strike them both out. If I find
a reason pro equal to some two reasons

con, I strike out the three. If I judge

some two reasons con, equal to some

three reasons pro, I strike out the five;

and thus proceeding I find at length
where the balance lies; and if, after a

GREAT factory with the machinery

all working and revolving with ab
solute and rhythmic regularity and with

the men all ^ven by one impulse and

moving in imison as though a constitu
ent part of the mighty machine, is one

of tiie most inspiring examples pf di

rected force that the world shows, t have
rarely seen the face of a mechanic in the
act of creation which was not fine, never
one which was not earnest and i]aipres<^
sive.^Thomas Nelson Page.

day or two of further consideration,

CHEcasioiw he is obliged not to be angry,

are generallytheworst talkers of a sudden

^mtil much practice has inured and em
boldened them; because they are con-

the imputation of not being

foimded with plenty of matter, variety

of notions, and of words, which they can
not readily dioose, but are perplexed
and entangled by too great a choice;

on either side, I come to a determination

accordingly ^ And, though the weight

of reasons can not be taken with the pre

j^'HERE is no moment like the pres-

which is no disadvantage in private con

cision of algebraic quantities, yet, when

each is thus considered separately and
comparatively, and the whole lies before

cute his resolutions when they are fre^

upon him can have no hope from them
afterwards: they will be dissipated, lost,

sometimes to expose the defects of

- pwaon or understanding; on all which

aole to take a jest. It is admirable to

Qps^e (toe who isdexterous in this art,

m&mgjrnt a weak adversary, getting
then carrying

an TOfore him. The French, from whom

we boraow the word, had a quite differtot idea of the thing, and so had we
m ^e poHter age of our fathers. Railtery
was to say something that at first ap

versation; where, on the other side, the

talent of haranguing is of all others,
the most insupportable.

CThus we see how human nature is

most debased, by the abuse of that

nothing new that is of importance occurs

me, I think I can judge better, and am

less liable to make a rash step; and in
fact I have found great value from this

ent. The man who will not exe

kind of equation, in what may l^e called

and perish in ^e hurry and scurry of

the world, or sunk in tiie slough of in

moral or prudential algebra.^Franklin.

dolence.^Maria Edgeworth.

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>W feeble words seem herel

of these brave young hearts, which lie

How can I hope to utter

what your hearts are full of?

buried on the banks of the Shenandoah,

HE functions of the poetical

faculty are twofold; by one

thoughts of them mingled with love to

God and hope for the slave.
He has abolished slavery in Virginia.
You may say this is too much. Our

knowledge, and power, and

pleasure; by the other it
engenders in the mind a desire to repro

I fear to disturb the har

mony which his life breathes

round this home. One and another of

3TOU, his nei^bors, say, " I have known

him five years," " I ^ve known him

ten years."
It seems to me as if
we had none of us

known him. How

our admiring, lov

ing wonder has

grown, day by day,

as he has unfold^
trait after trait of

earnest, brave,
tender, Chris
tian life! We see

neighbors are the last men we know. The

hours that pass us are the ones that we
appreciate least. Men walked Bos
ton

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you

bore are brittle.

Earth and high heaven are fixt of old

and founded strong,
I think rather,call to thought, if now
you grieve a little.
The days when we had rest, O soul,

for they were long.

radiant, serene
fece to the scaf

Men loved unJdndness then, but lightless

fold, and think,

what an iron heart,

J slept arid saw not; tears fell down,

fiEdth! We tnlrff up
his letters, begin

ning, "My dear

wife and (uldren,

every one,"--see

when

in the quarry

Sweat ran and blood sprang out and

I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days
ere I was born,
(Concluded on next page)

Wm Stoop on the wayto the scaffold and

iss that negro childand this iron

n^rt seems all tenderness. Marvelous

old man! We hardly said it when the
loved forms of his sons, in the bloom of
young devotion, encircle him, and we

rem^ber he is not alone, only the ma-

iestic center of a group. Your neighbor

falser went, surroimded by his househcttd, to tdl the slaves there will still be
hearte and right arms ready and nerved
for the settee. Prom this roof four, from

a netghboring roof two, to make up that

score of heroes. How resolutely each

1loyally
each stood
face
how
at of
hisVirginia,
forlorn post,

ting deathcheer^y, till tJiat master

voice said, " It is enough." And these
weepmg diildren and widow see so lifted

JJP and consecrated by long, single-

hearteddevotion to hisgreatpurpose that

vre dare, evenat this moment, to remind

^em how blessed they are in ttie priv

ilege of thinking Uiat in the last throbs

never more to be

desired than at pe

ing, "Foolish man!

excess of the sel

fish and calcula

Threw away his

life! Why didn't
he measure his
means better?"
Now we see him

on that blood
stained sod, and

severing that day

the tie which

I did not mourn;

duce and arrange them according to a

certain rhythm and order which may be
called the beautiful and good. The culti
vation of poetry is

night fell on Bunker's Hill, and

pitied Warren, say

standing colossal

him walking with

what devoted

streets

it creates new materials of

bound

Boston

to

Great Britain.

That night George

III ceased to rule in
New England. His

tory will date Vir

ginia Emancipation from Harper's Ferry.

True, the slave is still there. So, when the
tempest uproots a pine on your hills, it
looks green for monthsa year or two.
Still it is timber, not a tree. John Brown
has loosened the roots of the slavery

riods when, from^an

ting principle,
the accumulation
of the materials of
external life exceed

the quantity of the

power of assimilat
ing them to the
internal laws of
human nature. The

body has then be

come too unwieldy
for that which ani
mates it.

The hoist-up of heaias, the push of them

in their places, laying them regular.
Setting the studs by their tenons in the
mortises, according as they were pre
pared,
The blows of the mallets and hammers

Peeans and praises to him!

^Walt Whitman.

Today is yesterday's pupil.^Franklin.

invisible influence.

and feel the sun.

season:

Let us endure an hour and see injustice

done.

Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from

the prime foundation;
All thoughts to rive the heart are here,
and all are vain;

Horror and scorn and hate and fear and

indignation

Oh, why did I awake? when shall I

sleep again?

Poetry is indeed

like an inconstant

wind, awakens to
transitory, bright
ness; this power
arises from within,
like the color of a
flower which fades

and changes as it
is developed, and

the conscious por

tions of our natures

are unprophetic
either of its
approach or its de
parture

this

Could

influence

be

durable in its orig

inal^ purity and
force, it is impos

" Be Still, My Soul," by A. E, Houseman

sible to predict the
something divine.
greatness of the results; but when com
It is at once the center and circum

ference of knowledge; it is that which

comprehends all science, and that to

whi(^ all science must be referred. It
is at the same time the root and blossom

of all other systems of thought; it is

Brown," by Wendell Phillips.

or anywhere.

creation is as a fading coal, which some

Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for

blighted, denies the fruit and the seed,

The preparatory jointing* squanng, saw

ing, mortising,
^ ,

" I will compose poetpr." The greatest

poet even can not say it; for the mind in

I pace the earth, and drink the air,

that from which all spring, and that

which adorns all; and that which, if

:HE house-builder at work in cities

calculation dare not ever soar?

Poetry is not like reasoning, a power to

be exerted according to the determina
tion of the will. A man can not say it:

find the reason,

system; it only breathesit dc^ not

livehereafter."The Bunal of John

bring light and fire from those eternal

regions where the owl-winged faculty of

Now, and I muse for why and never

Page 12S

and withholds from the barren world the

nourishment and the succession of the
scions of the tree of life. It is the perfect
and consummate surface and bloom of

all things; it is as the odor and the color

of the rose to the texture of the elements

position begins, inspiration is already on

the decline, and the most glorious poetry
that has ever been communicated to the

world is probably a feeble shadow of the

original conception of the poet.

Poetry is the record of the best and hap

piest moinents of the happiest and best
minds. We are aware of evanescent

visitations of thought and feeling some

times associated with place or person,

sometimes regarding our own mind
alone, and always arising unforeseen and

departing unbidden, but elevating and

delightful beyond all expression: so that

which compose it, as the form and splen

dor of unfaded beauty to the secrets of

even in the desire and the regret they

leave, there can not but be pleasure,

anatomy and curruption

What were
virtue, love, patriotism, friendship
what were the scenery of this beautiful

its object. It is as it were the interpenetration of a diviner nature through our

participating as it does in the nature of

universe which we inhabit^what were

our consolations on this side of the

own; but its footsteps are like those of a

wind over the sea which the coming calm

graveand what were our aspirations

erases, and whose traces remain only,

as on the wrinkled sand which paves it.

beyond it, if poetry did not ascend to

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'^LBERSr iiUBBARD*S

These and corresponding conditions of

being are esEperienced principally by
those of the most delicate sensibility
and the most enlarged imagination;
md the state of mind produced by them
is at war with every base desire. The
enthusiasm of. virtue, love, patriotism,
and iriend^p is essentially linked with
such emotions; and while th^ last, self
aiq>ears as what it is, an atom to a uni

verse. Poets are not only subject to these

experienc< as spirits of the most refined
oi^anization, but they can color all that
they combine with the evanescent hues

of this ethereal world; a word, a trait in

the rejtfesentation of a scene or a pasaon, will touch the enchanted chord, and

f^iinate, iii those who have ever ex

perienced the^ emotions, the sleeping,
me. cold, the buriied image of the past.
Poetry thus tnqVeg immortal all that is
and most beautiful in the world;

*t- ^arrests the vanishing apparitions

^'Wch ^unt ^e interlimations of life,

nd veilmg them or in language or in

wm, sends them forth among mankind,

declaration in the nick of time. And then

there is a fine, solid sort of man, who

goes on from.snub to snub; and if he has

to declare forty times will continue imperturbablydecl&ringamid'theastonished

conskleration of men and angels, imtil
he has a favorable answer
I daresay,
if one were a woman, one would like to
marry a man who was capable of doing

this, but'not quite one who had done so.

It is just a little bit abject, and some
how just a little bit gross; and marriages
in which one of the parties has been thus
battered into consent scartely form
agreeable subjects for meditation. Love

because there is no portal of ex-

step, with a fluttered consciousness, like

a pair of children venturing together in a

Poetry redeems from decay the

^^tations of the divinity in man.
^Perqy Bysshe Shelley

Patience is bitter, but its fruit sweet.

^Rousseau.

fcZ??

volume, if you know

PW to read hitihChanning.

in knowing the resemblance

^ings iRrtuch
differ, and the difference

Of things whidi are alike.

as they have flowed on in the ages that

are past; to see why nations have risen,
and why they have fallen; to speak of
heat, and light, and winds; to know

so is, by not attempting to appear quicker

than you really are; by resolving to

above, and in the earth beneath; to hear

the chemist unfold the marvdous prop
erties that tJ^e Creator has locked up
in a speck of earth; to be told that there

unfavorable star. There is the nice and

critical moment of declaration to be got

over. From timidity or lack of oppor
tunity a good half of possible love cases
never get so far, and at least another
quarter do there cease and determine.
A very adroit person, to be sure, man
ages to prepare the way and out with his

|ring sweet news of kindred joy to

th^ ^th whom their sisters abide

wmch thqr inhabit into the universe of

HERE is something ex
tremely fascinating in quick
ness; and most men are
desirous of appearing quick.
The great rule for becoming

ANY lovable people miss each other

in the world, or meet imder some

should run out to meet love with open

I^^on from the caverns of the spirit

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understand yourself and others, and to

know what you mean, and what they

mean, before you
speak or answer.
CEvery man
must submit to be

slow before he is

quick; and insig

what man has discovered in the heavens

are worlds so distant from our sun

Who drives the horses of the sun

Shall lord it hut a day;

that the quickness

of light traveling

Better the lowly deed were done.

And kept the humble way.

from the world's

creation has never

The rust willfind the sword of fame.

wander in the
c r e a t i o n s of

yet reached us; to

nificant before he

is important. The
too early struggle
against the pain
of obscurity cor
rupts no small

Ay, none shall nail so high Jus name

share of under

The happiest heart that ever beat

standings
Well
and happily has
that

man

con

ducted his under

The dust will hide the crown;

Time will not tear it down.

poetry, and grow

warm again, with
that eloquence
whidi swiQred the
democracies of

Was in some quiet breast

the old world;
Thatfound the common daylight sweet. to
go up with
And left to Heaven the rest.
great reasoners

they see each other, with a pang of

" The Happiest Heart," hy John Vance Cheney to the First Cause
of all, and to per
learned to derive
ceive in the midst of all tl:^ dissolution
from the exercise of it regular occupa
and decay, and crud separation, that
tion and rational delight; who, after
there is one thing unchangeable, in
having overcome the first pain of ap
destructible, and everlasting;it is
plication, and acquired a habit of look

growing pleasure and embarrassment,

they can read the expression of their

ceives that every day is multiplying the

relations confirming the accuracy, and

arms. Indeed, the ideal story is that ot

two people who go into love step for

dark room. From the first moment when

curiosity, throu^ st^e after stage of

own trouble in each other's eyes. There

is here no declaration properly so called;

the feeling is so plainly ^ar^, that ^

soon as the man- knows what is in his

own heart, he is sure of what is in the

standing who has

ing inwardly upon his own mind, per

augmenting the number of his ideas;

who feds that he is rising in the scale of

intellectualbeings,gatheringnewstrength

with every new difficulty which he

subdues, and enjoying today as his

woman's.-^Robert Louis Stevenson.

pleasure that whidiyesterday helabored

g^VERY man, however obscure, how-

There are many consolations m the

ever fEu* removed from the general

at as his toil.

mind of such a man which no common

life can ever afford, and many enjoy

worth while in the days of our youth to

strive hard for this great discipline; to

pass sleepless ni^ts for it, to give up to

it laborious days; to spurn for it present

pleasures; to endure for it a^cting

poverty; to wade for it through darkness,

and sorrow, and contempt, as tlie great

spirits of the world have done in all ages

and all times.Sidney Smith*

|LAY ispleasurable mental andphys

ical competitive exercise where the
lues involved are trivial and tran
sient. It is a fit preparation for more
important tasks. And it is the law of

-^Madame De Stael.

recognition, is one of a group of men im

pressible for good, and imi^essible for

social life is in essence but a

evil, and it-is in the nature of things that

not the mere cry of moralists, and the

he can not really imjprove himself with

out in some degree improving other

to seek truth, and it is beautiful to

life that you only do those important

tasks well at which you have played in

find it. It is the andent feeling of the

human heart^that knowledge is better
than riches; and it is deeply and sacredly

The worst sorrows in life are not in its

iiSS' over striving

for the
victory of
justice
force.John
Galsworthy.
would be no perceptible influence
of
race if Hell
<lien(^ed axul Reavten
buiiied.

were

Churlw W. filiot.

m(Bn.Charles Dickens.

Be not prodigal of your opinions, lest by

sharing them with Others you be left
withou^^Ambrode Bitirce. .

ments which it has not to give! It is

flourish of rhetoridans; but it is noble

true!

To mark the course of human passions

childhood.Stanley Hall.

losses and misfortunes, but its fears.

A. C. Benson.

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^LBBRT IfUBBARD'S

Page 129

IRThe bearer of this, who

is going to America, presses

JMHOEVER examines, with due cir-

me to give him a letter of re

ords of Time, will find it remarked,

commendation, though I
know nothing of .him, not
even his name. This may seem eztraordinary,but I assure you it is not imcommon

here. Sometimes, indeed, one unknown

person brings another equally unknown,
to recommend him; and sometimes they
recommend one another!

Aa to

gentleman, I must refer you to himself

for his character and merits, with whidi
he is certainly better acquainted than I
can posably be. I recommend him, how
ever, to those civilities which every
stranger, of whom one knows no harm,

hp a rifiht to; and I request you will do

him all the favor that, on further ac-

quaintance, you shall find him to deserve.

I have the honor to be, etc.Paris, April

2,1777.Franklin.

latter; for pride is nearly related to

begsaiy and want, either by father or
mother, and sometimes by both: and to
speak naturally, it very seldom happens
ffmnng myir^ to fqll out when all havc

enou^: invasions usually traveling

from north to south, that is to say, from

poverty to plenty. The most ancient
and natural grounds of quarrels, are
lust and avarice; which, thou^ we may

allow to be brethren, or ^Uatei^

branches of pMride, are certainly the

issues of want.Jonathan Swift.

*T is

mind hat- makes the body ridi.

Shakespeare.

When the state is most corrupt, then

laws are most multiplied.^Tacitus.

H HUSBANDMAN
who had aquarrdsome family, after having tried

in vain to reconcile them by words,

thou^t he mi^t more readily pre
vail by an example. So he called his sons
and bade them lay a bundle of sticks,

before him. Then having tied them up

into a fagot, he told the lads, one after
amther, to take it up and break it.

Thqr all tried, but tri^ in vain. Then,

unt^^ng the fc^ot, he gave them the
sticks to break one by one. This they
did wth the greatest ease. Then said the

fethcr: " l^us, my sons, as long as you

remain united,^ you are a match for all

jrow enemies; but differ and separate,

and you are undone."^iEsop.

The nati^ that has the

has

future.Bismarck.

|?IHEN man has come to the Tum-

M/stiles of Night, all the creeds in

the world seem to him wonderfully
alike and colorless.^Rudyard Kipling.
Austin Dobscm.

ly the factor of today's life

is mul
tiplied into the whole achievement of

others; but after all that is

not so important. One would rather live

the past

That is why the mar^ of time we have

to spend as we please is so sacred; asid
the briefer the margin, the more preaous it beoofloes* If
have ten hours
a day to spend as
you please, you

a year than vegetate for a century,

though I grant you it would be better

to live to a hundred years than for one,

if we could be sure

we were living all

The Body
of

ford to waste an

Benjamin Franklin, Printer

{Like the cover of an old book.

hour of it^per
haps; but if yoa

Its contents torn out.

hour eadh day at

the time and not

simply staying
above the ground.
Yet everyone inter
prets life in terms
of its quality rather

than its quantity.

Looking badk over
the past one often
finds a day or a
week standing out
longer in memory
thanyearsthat pre

And stripped of its lettering and gilding^

Lies here food for worms.

Yet the work itself shall not be lost.

For it ipill (as he believes) appear once
more

In a new

ceded and followed

And more beautiful Edition

is more purely and typically Shel-

it
It was longer
in significance, one

Corrected and Amende

esting to note how essentially it spring

lived more, and so

PERHAPS none of SheUey's po^

leian than " The Cloud," and it is inter

from the faculty of make-believe. The

same thing is conspicuous, thou^ less

purely conspicuous, throu^out his sing

ing; it is the child's faculty of makeb^eve raised to the " nt^ ix)wct.
He is still at play, save only that lus
play is such as maiihood stops to watch,
and his playthings are those which the

gods give tib^&iUdren. The universe

is the box of toys. He dabbles his fingere

in the day-fall. He is gold-dusty with

tumbling amidst the stars. He makes

bright mischief with the moon
The

meteors nuzzle their noses in his han^

He teases into growling the keimelled
thunder, and laughs at the sha^g of
its fiery chain. He dances in and out of
fhft gates of heaven; its floor is littered

with his broken fancies. He runs wHd

over

fields of ether. He chases the

rolling world. He gets between the fwt

of the horses of the sim. He stands in the -

lap of patient Nature, and twines her

loosened tresses after a hundred wlful

Itove comes unseen; we only see it go.

quality rather than in qxiantity of life. It is true, some

are granted more years than

cumspection, into the Annual Recthat war is the child of pride, and pride
the daughter of riches^the former of
which assertions may be soon granted,
but one can not so easily subscribe to the

longer diange jresterday: it ardies over

us as fate, but we can influence decided

EN differ from each other in

fashions, to see how she will look nicest

in his song.^Francis Thompson.

the day had deeper

meaning for the
spirit than years

The Author

" Franklin's sdf-written epitaph*'

work and love and strug^e and joy and

heart-ache. Life is always measured in
terms of its quality by the standcuxls of
the soul

9^

perhaps af

have only hnlf an

your own free dis

posal that halfhour becomes a

sacred opportun

ity

of life,

tiie

chance to change
the quality of
your existence,
to multiply the
capital on which

By

of mere routine existence. We have lived,

not so many days and years, but so mudi

may

3^u are doing bumness in the voca-

tion of living.
No, the river of

time sweeps on with regular, remorse

less current. There are hours when we
would give all we possess if we could but
check the flow of its waters, there are
other hours when we long to speed them
more rapidly; but desire and effort alike

There is, morever, one most encouraging

are futile. Wh^er we work or sleep,

ment: we grow, not in an arithmetical,

agony, the river of time flows on with

and consoling law in human develop

but in a geometrical ratio, the incremmt of new life being multiplied into
the old and not simply added to it. A
new thought achieved is not added to the

sum of one's past thinking, but multi

plied into it, becoming a new point of
view, from which one sees in chflnging
perspective ^1 other facts and ideas.

One ste^ up in the mountain widens the

horizon in all directions. . . .

It is the increment of new life multiplied

into the old that so largely determines
the whole product of life, as far as it is
within oiu* own control We can no

are earnest or idle, rejoice or moan in

the same resistless flood; and it is only

while the water of the river of time

flows over the n^-whed of today's life

that we can utilize it. Once it is past, it
is in the great, unretuming sea of eter

nity. Other opportunities will come,'

other waters will flow; but that which

has slipped by unused is lost utterly

Edw^ Howard Griggs.

and will return not again.

I don't think much of a man who is not

wiser today than he was yesterday.

Abraham Lincoln.

)LEON is the world's

with his own success, he attempts to

this, as a great Frenchman has said, the

greatest example of the VHllto-Power, i}erhaps without

an equal in his individual

stride the world like a Colossus. And in

" arch-seducer of souls." His royal proc

lamation was, " Come unto me and I

mastery over conditions and

over men

It has bera said of him that " he leaped

the Mediterranean; he dashed across
the desert; threw himsdf against the
gate of the Orient,

an evil hour, more by his own failure,

than through the strength of his foes, he
falters and fails, as power always does
and always will, for it is certain, sooner or
later, to encounter a greater power or
perish throufi^ internal dissension and

oomiptkm. Q Now turn for a moment

to the Man of Gali
lee. What is the

and its hinges.

rusted by five hun
dred years of diawe,were shattered.

He smote dothfiil

Europe, and its

noedieval 83r8tems
crumbled to diist.

I& infused armies,

lawyers, artists,

builderB, with the

electric force of the

jwlution, and, at

nis command,
ode8 were formu*

la^, aridies and

"ridges were built,

***d8 were made

and canals were

dug. The ruler of

I am tired of planning and toUing

In the crowded hives of men;

Heart-weary of building and sailing.

And spoiling and building again.

And I long fof the dear old river.
Where I dreamed my youth away;
For a dreamer livesforever.
And a toiler dies in a day,
I am sick of the showy seeming.
Of a Ufe that is half a lie;
Of the faces lined with scheming
In the throng that hurries by, .
From the sleepless thought endeavor.
I would go where the children play;
For a dreamer livesforever.
And a toiler dies in a day,
(Condudcd oa next pse)

Italy at twenty-

-^SCJRsAJR S Q O K .

^BLBBRSr HUBBARD^S

Page 130

heart of his philoso

phy" so simple,"
as

Canon Farrar

used to say, " that

a little diild can
understand itso

profound that all

the wisdom of the
world

can

not

exhaust it?"^

Jesus taught that

all men are chil
dren of one Heav

enly Father, and

that, therefore, the
natural

condition

of men is one of
mutual hdpfulness
and of universal
friendship. He con

deqx>t ofEgypt at twenty-eight,

ceived of the race as one human family.

"jasto of Europe at thir^-two," and

leaders of his people had fixed between

Jew and Gentile or between the right

^e dictator of France at thirty, the

^ twenty years thereafter the central
and the most dramatic of the

He refused to recognise the gulf the

gold's histoiy.

eous and the wicked. That man is great,

lUdbes, Qlory, Famethese

she talismanic words of Napoleon,
yet there is in all the tragic story of
W no sadder f^ure. Even in the days

to sufferone who conquers not the

world but his own selfish heart and lives

gjs dispatdiM are filled with the words:

was called " The. Great

^Though master of the world,

^^ of
rS*??
wland lyingthat
oflf inthe
the^North Atlantic"
wart
^ calling Enj^Londthough
Europe," as hemaster
persisted
of

yet of him his friend could

affirm: " Napoleon, grand, gloomy

according to tte Nasarene's gospel, who

hnathe strength to serve and the patience
to bless his fellows.

Jesus was the incarnation of uie spirit

that allays strife, change^ animosity to

friendshiphis was the spirit that hdps

and
Jesus was the Prince of
Peace as between man and man, nation

and nation, race and race. Jesus was the

Prince of Compassion. He saw the multi
tude poor and distressed and said, with

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midsea or 'mong the breakers of the

farther shore, a wreck at last must mark
the end of each and all. And every life,
no matter if its every hour is rich with

will give you rest." His last benediction

was, " Peace I leave with you, my peace
I give unto you."
Napoleon, on the other hand, was the
Prince of War, the incarnation of its

love and every moment jewded with a

joy, will, at its close, become a tragedy
as sad and deep and dark as can be woven
of the warp and woof of mystery and

spirit, an exemplar of its cruelty^he was

death. C This brave and tender man in

the F^ce of Destructive Energy,

every storm of life

was oak and rock;
but in the simshine he was vine

of devastating
force. His empire
was builded upon
the sorrows of his

I can feel no pride, but pity

For the burdens the rich endure;
There is nothing sweet in the city,
But the patient lives of the poor,

cemented by their
blood and tears

And the child mind choked with weeds, climbedthe heists

The daughtefs heart grown wUful,
and left all sujier-

fellowmen and

He was the Prince

of Hate and sowed

O, thelittle hands too skilful. ^

And thefather*s heart that bleeds.

and flower. He was

the friend of all

h^ic souls. Hb

stitions far below,

while on his fbre-

the seeds of lasting hate and bitter-

No, no,from the streefs rude bustle,

From trophies of mart and stage,
I wouldfly to the wood's low rustle

head fdl the ^golden

dawning of the
grander day.

he was the Prince

of Unrelieved Despair, " The Great

And the meadow's kindly page.

Let me dream as of old by the river.
And be loved for the dream alway;

He loved the beautiful, and was

with color, form,

ness. And lastly,

Unloyed," there-

fore most miser-

a b1e.i 11 ia m
DaySimonds.

For a dreamer livesforever,

And a toiler dies in a day.

The Dreamer," by John Boyle O'ReHJy

and music touted

to tears. He sided

^th the weak, the

poor, and wronged,
and lovinf^y gave

EAR Friends: I am going to do that

which the dead oft promised he
would do for me.
Tlie loved and loving brother, husband,
father, friend, died where manhood's
morning almost touches noon, and while

alms. With loyal heart and with the

purest hands he faithfully discharged
all public trusts.^
He was a worshiper of liberty, a friend
of the'Oppressed. A thousand times I
have heard him quote these words: " For

the shadows still were falling toward the

Justice all place a temple, and all season,

west >

summer." He believed that happiness is

He had not passed on life's highway the

stone that marks the highest point;
but being weary for a momrat, he lay
down by the wayside, and using his
burden for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his eydids
still. While yet in love with life and raptured with the world, he passed to silence
and pathetic dust.

the only good, reason the only torch,

justice the only worship, humai^ty the
only religion, and love the only priest,
He added to the sum of htunan joy;
and were every one to whom he did some
loving service to bring a blossom to his
grave, he would sleep tonight beneath a
wilderness of flowers.
Life is a narrow vale between the cold
We strive in vain to look beyond the
heights. We cry aloud, and the only
answer is the c^o of our wailing cry.

Yet, after all, it may be best, just in the

and barren pe^ of two eterhities.

'Peculiar, uts upon his throne a

^!fed hermit, wrap^ in the solitude

of Forgiveness and taught the dead-

happiest, sunniest hour of all the voyage, while eager winds are Idling every
sail, to dash against tiie unseeii rock,

liness of hate to the one who hates. Jesus

1^ own power, drunken

and in an instant hear the billows ro^

From th^ voiceless lips of the unreply-

was the Prince of Love and, because of

above d sunken ship. For whether in

ing dead there comes no word; but in

9* hi^. ^

ainbltion."

infinite tenderness, " I have compassimi

on the multitude." Jesus was the Prince

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the ni^t of death hope sees a star and

listening love can hear the rustle ot a
wiz^

He who sleeps here, when djring, mis

taking the approach of death for the

return of h^th, whispered with his

latest breath, " I. am b^er now." Let

not a matter that I thou^t of until

afterward. C We soon fell into a con
versation about old army times. He re
marked that he remembered me very
well in the old army; and I told him that

of the officers, he remarked, with some

feeling, I thought, that this would have

as a matter of course I remembered him

much more that has been said about it

a happy effect upon his army .... The

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it is also hi^y improbable; not many

do; and the art of growing rich is not

only quite distinct from that of doing

much-talked-of surrendering of Lee's

l^ood, but the practice of the one does

sword and my handing it backthis and

not at all train a man for practising the

other. " Money might be of great ser
vice to me," writes Thoreau, " but the
difficulty now is that I do not improve

is the purest romance. The word sword

[ The recordof a generouslife runs like

perfectly; but from the difference be

tween our ranks and years (there being
about sixteen years' difference between
our ages), I had thought it very likely
that I had not attracted his attention

not occur to me imtil the moment I

increas^." It is a mere illusion that,

perfumed flower.

sufficiently to be remembered by him

after such a long interval. Our conver
sation grew so pleasant that I almost

wrote it down. If I had happened to

omit it, and General Lee had called my
attention to it, I should have put it in the
terms, precisely as I acceded to the pro
vision about the soldiers retaining their
horses. . . . Lee and I separated as cor

wider margin for the generous impulse.

It is as difficult to be generous, or any

us bdieve> in spite of doubts and dognias, of fears and tears, that these dear
words are true of all the countless dead.

a vine around the memory of our dead,

and every sweet, imselfish act is now a

And now, to you, who have been chosen,

from among the many men he loved, to
do the last sad office for the dead, we
&ve his sacred dust.

Speech can not contain our love. There

was, there is, no g^tler, stronger, manuer man ^

^Robert G. Ingersoll. (Tribute to His

Brother, Ebon C. Ingersoll.)

TU greater the obstacle

^ ^
The
the more ^ory

m overcoming it.Molifere.

N I left camp that morning I

had not expected so scion the result

that was then taking place, and conse-^

(juently was in rough garb. I was withwt a swordas I usually was when on
ho^^back on the fieldand wore a
soldier's blouse for a coat, with the
SQoulder-straps of my rank to indicate
to the army who I was. When I went into

^ house I found General Lee. We greet-

forgot tie object of our meeting.

After the conversation had run on in this

way for some time. General Lee called

my attention to the object of our meet
ing, and said that he had asked for this
interview for the purpose of getting from
me the terms I proposed to give his army.
I said that I merely meant that his army
should lay down their arms, not to take
them up again during the war unless duly
and properly exchanged. He said that he
had so imderstood my letter. Then we
gradually fell off into conversation about

matters foreign to the subject which had

brought us together. This continued for
some time, when General Lee again in
terrupted the course of the conversation
by su^esting that the terms I proposed
to give his army ought to be written out.
I called to General Parker, secretary on

my staff, for writing materials, and com

menced writing out the terms . . . . .

^each other, and after shaking hands,

When I put my pen to the paper I did

not know tiie first word that I should

8Q0d portion of whom were in the room

make use of in writing the terms. I only

knew what was in my mind, and I

wok our TOats. I had my staff with me, a

aunng the whole of the interview

Oe^al L^ was dressed inafull uniform,

Wftich ^ entirdy new, and was wearing
considerable valueveiy

uKdy the sword which had been pre-

sttited by the State of Vu-ginia; at aU

ej^ts, it was anentirely different sword
*rom tte one which would ordinarily be

W<^ m the field. In my roug^ travding

8^-the uniform ofa private, with the

^*^P8 of a lieutenant-general^I must
t^ve contrasted very strangdy with a
so handsomdy dressed, six feet
and of faultless form. But this was

wished to express it clearly, so that there

could be no mistaking it. As I wrote on,

or side-arms was not mentioned by

either of us imtil I wrote it in the temw.

There was no premeditation, and it did

dially as we had met, he returning to his

own line; and all went into bivouac for
the night at Appomattox.
General U. S. Grant. (Meeting with

General Robert E. Lee at Appomattox.)

thing else, except perhaps a member of

Parliament, on .thirty thousand as on
two thousand a year.
Robert Louis Stevenson.

I owe all my success in life to having

been always a quarter of an hour be

OEAR MADAM: Ihave been shown

HE cost of a thing," says Thoreau,

" is the amoimt of what I will call
life which is required to be exchanged for

a statement of the Adjutant-General of

it, immediately or in the long nm." I

have been accustomed to put it to my

self, perhaps more clearly, that the price

we have to pay for money is paid in

liberty. Between these two ways of it,

in the files of the War Department

Massadiusetts that you are the mother

of five sons who have died ^oriously on
the field of battle. I feel how weak and
fruitless must be any words of mine
which should attempt to beguile you
from the grief of a loss so overwhelming.
But I can not refrain from tendering to

at least, the reader will probably not

you the consolation that may be foimd in

fail to find a third definition of his own,

and it follows, on one or other, that a

the thanks of tlje Republic they died to

save. I pray that our heavenly Father
may assuage the anguish of yoiu*bereave

man may pay too dearly for his livelihood

by giving in Thoreau's terms, his whole
life for it, or, in mine, bartering for it the
whole of his available liberty, and be

coming a slave till death. There are two

officers had their own private horses and

effects, which were important to them,

to pay for it. Do you want a thousand a

upon them to deliver their side-arms.

C No conversation^not one word
passed between General Lee and my
self either about private property, sidearms or kindred subjects. When he read
over that part of the terms about sidearms, horses, and private property

above a certain income, the personal

desires will be satisfied and leave a

forehand.^Lord Nelson.

questions to be consideredthe quality

be an imnecessary humiliation to call

not prepared to ^ve my opportunities

When I don't know whether to fight or

not, I always fight.Nelson.

the thought occurred to me that the

but of no value to us; ^so that it would

my opportunities, and therefore I am

of what we buy, and the price we have

year, a two thousand a year or a ten

thousand a year, livelihood? and can you
afford the one you want? It is a matter of
taste; it is not in the least degree a
question of duty, though commonly sup
posed so. But there is no authori^ for
that view anywhere. It is nowhere in the

Bible. It is true that we might do a vast

amount of good if we were wealthy, but

ment, and leave you only the cherished

memory of the loved and lost, and the

solemn pride that must be yours to have
laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar

of freedom.^Abraham Lincoln. (Letter

to Mrs. Bixby. Washington, November
21, 1864.)

Muck means the hardships and

privations which you have not

hesitated to endure; the long ni^ts you
have devoted to work. Luck means the

appointments you have never failed to

keep; the trains you have never foiled
to catdi.^Max O'Rell.

EVER, perhaps, did any man

sufTer death with more jus

tice, or deserve it less. The

first step he took, after his
capture, was to write a lettCT
to General Washington, conceived in
terms of dignity without insolence, and
apology without meanness. The scope
of it, was to vindicate himself from the
imputation of hav
ingassumed amean
character for
treacherous or in

terested purposes;
asserting that he
had been involun-

tarily an impostor;
tiiat contrary to his
intention which
was to meet a per

son for intdligence

neutral ground,
he had hem be
trayed witiun our
posts, and forced
into the vile con

in <U8guise: solicit

he wrote the letter, annexed, with which

I dare say you will be as much pleased as

esteemed and universally regretted. ^

the strongest terms of manly gratitude.

In a conversation with a gentieman who
visited him after his trial, he said he

I am, both for the diction and sentiment.

I
aware that a man of real merit is
never seen in so favorable a li^t as

[ When his sentence was announced to

eral; but if there were ^y remains of

him, he remarked, that since it was his

lot to die, there was still a choice in the
mode, which would make a material dif

prejudice in his mind, his present exper

ience must obliterate them. C In one of

happy, if possible, to be indulged with a

flattered himself he had never been illib

ference in his feelings; and he would be

the visits I made to

professional death.

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip him, (and I saw

He made a second

him several times

is done,

The ship has weathered every rack, the

during his confine

ment,) he begged
prize we sought is won.
The port is near, the hells I hear, the me to be the bearer
of a request to the
people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the general, for permis

vessel grim and daring;

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red.
Where on the deck my Captain lies.
Fatten cold and det^.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear

the bells;

sion

to

send

an

open letter to Sir

Henry Clinton. " I
foresee my fate,"
said he, *'and
though I pretend
not to play the
hero, or to be in
different about life,

you the bugle trills.

to whatiever may
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths happen, conscious
. for you the shores ,a-crowding, that misfortune,
(Concluded on next page)

him, a decency of

not guilt, has

brought it upon

treatmrat mi^t be observed, due to a

person, who, though unfortimate, had
beenguiltyof nnfhing dishonorable. His

me. There is only one thing that disturbs

my tranquillity. Sir Henry Clinton has
been too good to me; he has been lavish

r^uest was granted in its full extent;

of his kindness. I am bound to him by

for, in the whole progress of the affair,

he was treated wit the most scrupulous
delicacy,
broufi^tbeforethe Board

pf O^cers^ he met with every mark of

ihdu^ence, artf^ lyqa required to answer
interro^tory whi<di could even em
barrass hisfeelings. Onhispart, while he
carefonyccmce^^everythingthat mi^t
ravolve others, he fracJdy ronfessed all
tte facts rating to himself; and, upon

his, confession, without the trouble of

CTarhining a witness, the board made

tiieir report. The members of it were not
fHore impressed with the candor and

too many obligations, and love him too

weU, to bear the thought that he should

reproach himself, or that others should

rqproadi him, on the supposition of my
having conceived mjrself obliged, by his
instructions, to run the risk I did. I
would not, for the world, leave a sting

application, by let
ter, in concise but
persuasive terms.
It was thought this
indulgence, being
incompatible with
the customs of war,
could not be grant
ed; and it was
therefore deter

Pef^ated witii their liberality and

request was readily complied with; and

in his virtues; and

gives a tone of
humility that
makes his worth
more amiable. His

spectators, who en
joy a happier lot,

My Captain does notanswer, his lips are

pale and still.

Myfather does notfeel my arm, he has

no pulse nor will,

mined, in both
cases, to evade an

The ship is anchored strfe and sound, its

answer,

Fromfec^ul trip the victor ship comes in

to

spare

him the sensations

which a certain

knowledge of the
intended mode
would inflict.

In going to the
place of execution.
he

bowed

voyageclosed and done,

with object won;

Exult O shores, and ring O bells!

But I unth mournful tread.
Walk the deck my Captain lies,

iarly, as he went along, to all those with

whom he had been acquainted in his
confinement

A smile of complacency

expre^ed the serene fortitude of his

mind. Arrived at the fatal spot, he asked,
with some emotion, " Must I then die
in this manner?" He was told it had
been unavoidable. " I am reconciled to

through envy, and

are more disposed,
by compassion, to

give him the cr^t

he deserves, and
perhaps even to
magnify it.
I speak not of

losopher, but as a

"O Captain! My Captain!" by Walt Whitman

famil

ace less prone to

detract from it,

Andre's conduct in
this affair as a

Ftdlen cold and dead,

man of the world.

The authorized

mnTima and prac

tices of war are the satires of human
nature. They countenance almost every

species of s(^uction as well as violence;

and the' general who can make most

traitors in the army of his adversary, is

ii^uentiy most applauded. On this scale

.we acquit Andr6; while we could not but
condemn him, if we were to examine his

my fate," said he, " but not to the

conduct by the sober rules of philosophy

mode." Soon, however, recollecting him

self, he added: " It will be but a momen-

ilton. (The Fate of Andr6)

with a composure that excited the

impo^ upon me, as contrary to my

cuts down &e littie v^ties that, in

prosperous times, serve as so many spots

You 've fallen cold and dead.

tary'pang;" and, springing upon the cart,

own inclination as to his orders." His

douds that surround him are shades that

set off his good qualities. Misfortune

their eagerfaces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck

in his mind that should embitter his

difficulty collected himself enough after

ward to add: " I wish to be permitted to
assure him, I did not act under this
impression, but submitted to a necessity

through the medium of adversity: the

For you they call, the swaying mass,

future days." He could scarce finish the

sentence, bursting into tears in spite of
his efforts to suppress them; and with

fe^ess, mixed wiA a becoming sensibflily, which he displayed, than he was

pputen^. He admowtedged the gener-

midst of his enemies, he died universally

osity of the behavior toward him in

every respect, but particularly in this, in

ation of an enemy Rise upfor you the flag is flungfor yet I am^econciled
ing only that, to
whatever rigor pol
icy might devote

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perform^ the last offices to himself,

and moral rectitude.^Alexander Ham

IALF the joy of life is in little things

taken on the run. Let us run if we

admiration and melted the hearts of the

musteven the sands do thatbut let

beholders 6^ Upon being told the finrf

moment was at hand, and asked if
he had anything to aay, he answered,
" Nothing, but to request you will

open that nothing worth our while shall

escape us. And everything is worth its
whUe if we only grasp it and its signifi

witness to the world, that I die like a

brave man." Among the extraordinary
circumstances that attended him, in the

us keep our hearts young and our eyes

cance.^Victor Cherbuliez.
BO,

Equality causes no war.Solon.

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*BLBBRSr HUBBARD^S
18 indeed a strange gift,
its privileges are most

part of its ever-moving scene; to witness

the change of season, of spring and

not anxious thought as

to the results of your work

mysterious. No wonder when

autumn, of winter and summer; to feel

nor of our work. If you are

it is first granted to us that

hot and cold, pleasure and pain, beauty

and deformity, right and wrong; to be

lour ^atitude, our admira

tion and our ddi^t shoilld prevent us

nom reflecting on our own nothingness,

OT from thinking it will ever be recalled.

O^first and strongest impressions are

horrowed from the mighty scene that is

opened to us, and we unconsciously

transfer its durability, as well as its
^lendor, to oursdves. So newly found

we can not think of parting with it yet,

or at least put off that consideration

we rfie. Like a rustic at a fair, we are

rollof amazement and rapture, and have
no thought of going home, or Aat it will

sensible to the accidents of nature; to

consider the mighty world of eye and ear;

doing all that you can, the

_ _

results, immediate or even

tual, are not your ^air at all. Suchseed

of truth as we plant can but grow. If we

to listen to the stock-dove's notes amid

do not see the fruits here, we know

the forest deep; to journey over moor

and mountain; to hear the midnight
sainted choir; to visit lighted halls, or
the cathedral's ^oom, or sit in crowded

nevertheless that here or somewhere

theaters and see life itself modced; to

wait for success, even though we never

study the works of art, and refine the

sense of beauty to'agony; to worahip fame
and to dream of immortality; to look

see it ourselves. For it will come. Do not

upon the Vatican and to read Shake

they do sppng up.

It would be great if we could succeed

now; it will be greater if we patiently
be fretted by abuse.Those who abuse you

do not know what they are doing. We

the greatest soldierof the modem world.

I saw him walking upon the banks of
the Seine, contemplating suidde. I saw
him at Toulon^I saw him putting down
the mob in the streets of Parissaw

him at the head of the Brtay of Itdy-^I

sawhi"! crossing the bridgeof Lodiwi^

the tricolor in Ws hand^I saw him in

Egypt in the shadowsof the pyramids

I saw him conquer the Alps and min^e

the eagles of France with the ea^es of

the crags. I saw him at Marengoat
Ulm and Austerlitz. I saw him in Russia,
where the infantry of the snow and the

cavalry of the wild blast scattered his

legions like winter's withered leavw.

also were at one time deluded and crud,

therefore forgive.

I saw him at Leipsic in defeat and dis

asterdriven by a million bayonets back

Do not be worried by bigotry. We can

not help it, we are not responsible for it
^we are responsible to ourselves and for

banished to Elba. I saw him escape and

^^ture are tierefore one. Otherwise

speare; to gather up the wisdom of the

ancients and to pry into the future; to
listen to the trump of war, the shout of
victory; to question history as to the
movements of the human heart; to seek

ttow of soul," to whidi we are invited,

ourselves and for no one else. Do not be

angry at opposition either; no one can

tooverlookthe world asif time and nature

SOOT be night. We know our existence

wuy by ourselves, and confound our

knowlet^e with the objects of it. We

me illmion, the " feast of reason and the

^eiy and a cruel insult. We do

not go from a play till the last act is

mded, and the li^ts are about to be

rong|^ed. But the fairy face ofnature

s^ shines on: shall we be called away

Before the curto falls, or ere we have

Md a glimpse qf what is goingon?
Vite children, our step-mother nature

for truth; to plead the cause of humanity;

poured their treasures at our feet^to

be and to do all this, and then in a mo

ment to be nothing^to have it all
snatched from us by a juggler's trick, or
a phantasmagoria! There is something
in this transition from all to nothing that

shocks us and damps the enthusiasm of

youthnew'fiushedwithhopeandpleasure,

really oppose the order of Nature or the

decrees of God, which are one and the
same. Our plans may be upset^there
are greater plans than ours.

They may not be completed in the time

we would wish, but our works and the
work of those who follow us, they will be
carried out.

TOids us up to see the raree-show of the

universe, and then, as if we were a

far from us as we can . . . . The world

Do not grieve over your own troubles:

you would not have them if you did not
need them. Do not grieve over the

again. Yet what brave sublunary

is a witch that puts us off with false

shows and appearances.

others

Durden to her- to support, let us fall

J^gs does not this pageant present,

a baU or/efe of the universe!
see the golden sun, the azure sky,

tne outstretched ocean; to walk upon

^ green earth, and tobe lord ofa thou-

features; to look down yawning

or over distant sunny vales;

world spread out under one's
map; to bring the stars near; to

smallest insects through a

_ CToscope; to readhistory and consider

revolufaons of empire and the suc-

2^on8 of generations; to hear of the

mm ofTyre, ofSidon, ofBabylon, and

^susa, and to say all these were before

2^ and are now nothing; to say I exist

point of time, and in such a

Pomt of space; to be a spectator and a

and we cast the comfortless thought as

troubles of " others;"

there are no

^William Hazlitt.

Therefore let us keep God in our hearts

and quiet in our minds, for though

^^VERY young man should have this

in the flesh we may never stand upon our

sentiment planted and nourished in

1^, that he is to regard himself as one

of Nature's failures, but as also a proof
of her great and wonderful intention;
she succeeded ill, he must say to him
self, but I will honor her intention by
serving towards her better future success.
Schopenhauer.

Our hope for eternal life in the hereafter

does not spring from a longing for a
spiritual existence, but grows out of our
love for life upon this earth, which we
have tried and foimd good.
^Robert J. Shores.

edifice, we are building that which shall

never be pulled down.^Bolton Hall.

upon Parisclutdied like a ^d beast

ret^e an empire by the force of his

genius. I saw him upon the {rightful
fidd of Waterloo, where Chance and
Fate combined to wreck the fortunes of
their former king. And I saw him at St.
Helena, with his hands crossed bdiind

him, gazing out upon the sad and solemn

sea ^

I thou^t of the orphans and widows he

had madeof the tears that had been
shed for his glory, and of the only woman
who ever loved him, pushed from his

heart by the cold hand of ambition.

And I said I would rather have been a

French peasant and worn wooden dioes.

I would ratJier have lived in a hut with
a vine growing over the door, and the

grapes growing purple in the kisses of the

autumn sun. I would rather have been

that poor peasant with my loving wife

by my side, knitting as the day died out

of Ae sky^with my children upon my

Don't part with your, illusions. When

they are gone you may still exist, but

knees 9nd thdr arms about meI would

you have ceased to live.^Mark Twain.

down to the tongueless silence of the

dreamless dust, than to have been that

^Ip.ITTLE whUe ago, I stood by the

xJigrave of the old Napoleonb.

imperial impersonation of force and mur

der, known as " Napoleon the Great."
^Robert G. IngersoU.

magnificent tomb of gilt and gold, fit

almost for a dead deity^and gazed upon

the sarcophagus of rare and namdess
marble, where rest at last the ashes of
that recess man. I leaned over the bal
ustrade and thought about the career of

rather have been that man and gone

No man is worth his salt who is not

ready at all times to risk his body, to

risk his well-being, to risk his life, in a

great cause.^Th^ore Roosevdt.

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"IBLBBKr IfUBBARD^S
' HE pretty fable by which the

cious still. She passed from paroxysms of

Duchess of Orleans illus

trates the diaracter of her

rage to paroxysms of fondness. At oxie

time she stifled him with her caresses, at
another time she insulted his deformity.

son, the regent, might,

^th little change,)^ applied

to Byron. All the fairies, save one, had

been biddento.his cradle. All the gossips

had been profuse of their ^fts. One had
bMtowed

nobility, another genius, a

C He came into the world, and the world

treated

him

as

had been uninvited

.came lasti and; un
able to reverse

what her sisters

had done for their

fevorite, l^d mixed

his

mother

treated

himsometimes with kindness, some

times with severity, never with justice.

It indulged, him wifJiout discrimination,
and pimi^ed him

tiurd beauty. This

Ml^tnant ^ who My new-cut ashlar takes the light

without discrimi
nation. He was

Where crimson-blank the windows flare.

By my own work h^ore the night.
Great Overseer, / make my prayer.

truly a spoilt child;

not merely the

If there he good in that I wrought.

spoilt child of his

parents, but the

Thy Hand compiled it, Miaster, ThineWhere I havefailed to meet Thy Thought
I know,through Thee,the blame was mine.

child

house, ancient in

The depth and dream of my desire.

The bitter paths wherein I stray

degraded and impoverished by a

series of crimes
follies, which

Tfu>u knowest Who hast made the Fire,

Thou Knowest Who hast made the Clay'

the spoilt diild of

fame, the spoilt,
child ofsociety. His
first

Who, lest all thought of Eden fade.

Bring *st Eden to the craftsman's brain
Godlike to muse o *er his own trade.
And manlike stand with God again!

contempt which
feeble as they were,

up

curse

with

every blessing.

He. wassprungof a
deedand noble,but

had attained a
scandalous public-

^%e kifinmqn
whomhe succeeded

W died poor,and,

but for merciful

One stone the more swings into place

In that dread Temple of Tt^ worth.

It is enough that, through Thy Grace,

I saw naught common on Thy Earth.

5?<ies. would have

di^ upon the gal
lows ^ liie young fake not that visionfrom my ken
had great in- Oh whatsoe *er may spoil or speed.
t^ectufd powers; Help me to need no aid from men

yet there was an

^"isoundpartinhis
He had nat-

That I may help such men as need!

" A Dedicaticm," by Rudyard Kipiatg

spoUt ciiild of na

ture, the spoilt

of fortune,

poems

were

received with a

th^ did not abso

lutely deserve. The
poem which he
published on his
return

from

his

travds was, on the

other hand, extoll
ed far

above

its

merits. At twentyfour he foimd him

self on the highest

pinnacle of literary
fame, with Scott,
Wordsworth,

^ te^p^
irritable and wa3nvard.
vJJJwd a h^(j
statuaries loved to

a generous and tender heart; but

Southey, and a crowd of other distingui^ed writers, beneath his feet. There
is scarcely an instance in history of so

deformity of which
in the street mimicked.

sudden a rise to so dizzy an eminence*

at once by the strength

everj^ing that could gratify the strong

and

[ Everything that could stimulate, and

- weakness of his intellect,

yet perverse, a poor lord,

est propensities of our nature^the

gaze of a hundred drawing-rooms, the

required, the firmest and the

applause of applauded men, the love of

a handsome cripple, he required, if

judi^ua training. But, capriciously

^ nat^ haddealt ^th him, therelative

whom the office of fomaing his

WM entrusted was more capri-

Page 139

jgrooic

acclamations of the whole nation, the

the loveliest women^all this world, and

the ^ory of it, were at once offered to a

young man, to whom nature had given
violent passions, and whom education

a single fact indicating that Lord Byron

had never taught to control them. He

lived as many men live who have no
similar excuses to plead for his faults.
But his countrymen and his country

was more to blame than any other man

who is on bad terms with his wife. The

professional men whomLady Byron con

women would love him and admire him.

sulted were undoubtedly of the opinion

They were resolved to see in his excesses

only the flash and outbreak of the same
fiery mind which glowed in his poetry.

band. But it is to be remembered that

that she ought not to live with her hus

they formed that opinion without hear

ingboth sides. Wedo not say, we do not

He attacked religion; yet in religious

mean to insinuate,

circles his name

wasmentionedwith
fondness, and in
many religious

publications his
works

were

that Lady Byron

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

/n the forests of the night,

was in any resp^

to blame. We think

What immortal hand or eye

that diose who con

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

demn her on the

evidoice which is
now before the

cen

sured with singular

tenderness. He

lampooned the
Prince Regent; yet

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fires of thine eyes?

public are as rash

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize thefire?

as those who con

demn her husband.
We will not pro

he could not alien

ate the Tories.

And what shoulder, and what m.

seems, was to be

And when thy heart began to beat,

Everything, it
forgiven to youth,
rank and genius

Then came the re-

Could twist the sinewss>f thy Moru

nounce any judg

Whatdread hand? and whatdread feetr

^

What the hammer? what the chain?

action. Society, ca- In what furnace was thy brmnf

pridous m its in- What the anvil? what dread grasp
dignation as it had Dareits deadly terrors clasp?

ment; we can not,

even in our own

minds, form ax^

judgment on a
transaction whidi

is so imperfectly

been capricious in

known to us
It
would have been

ftoward and petted Did he smSe his work tQ see?

allttMe^^knw

iU fondness; flew When the stars threw d^n iharspears,

into a rage with its Jlnd watefd heaven with their tears,
of ^

darling. He had Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, per. burpi^brigM

section,

as

idolatry He was In theforests ofthemght,

had shown thrt forpersecuted with an What immortal hand or eye
bearance, which,
irrational fury. Dareframe thy fearful symmetry?
under such orcumMuch has been
" The Tiget," hy Wmiam Blake
stancra^but comwrittenaboutthose
,
monju^ce.
unhappy domestic occurrences, which We know no ^e<^cle so ndiculoiw as
decided the fate of his life. Yet nothing the Bntish public mone ofits penodi^
ever was positively loiown to the public

lifts of morality. In general, elopemente,

lady, and that she ref^ to live with

littie notice. We read the scandrf, ^

and shrugs and shakmgs of the head,

and " Well, well, we know," and " We
could if we would," and " If we list to
speak," and " There be that might an
they list." But we are not aware that
there is before the world, substantiated
by credible, or even by tangible evidence,

once in six or seven years, our virtue

becomes outrageous. We can not su^
the laws of religion and decency to ^
violated. We must make a stand
vice. We must teach libertines tmt the
English people appreciate the miportance ofdomestic ties. AccordmgJy, some

but this-that he quarreled with his

him. There have been hints in abundance

divorces, aiid f^^y q^els

wA

about it for a day, and forget it. But

unfoxtunate man, in no respect more

d^raved than hundreds whose offenses

have been treated with lenity, is singled

out as an expiatory sacrifice. If he has
children, they are to be taken from him.
If he has a profession, he is to be driven
from it. He is cut by the higher orders,

and hissed by the lower. He is, in truth,

a sort of whipping-boy, by whose vicar
ious agonies all the
other transgressors

of the

class

are, it is supposed,
sufficiently chas
tised ^

We reflect

complacently
on our own sever

ity, and compare

with great pride

the hi^ standard

of morals e^blished in England,
with the Parisian

laxity. At length
our az^er is sati
ated.

Our

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fBLJBBRT HUBBARD^S

Page 140

victim

is ruined and heart

broken. And our

Turner's correspondence
very little is in existence,

nine out of every hundred should escape;

and that the himdredth, perhaps the
most innocent of the hundred, should
pay for all. . . .
We can not even now retrace those

events without feeling something of what

was felt by the nation when it was first
known that the grave had closed over so
much sorrow and so much glorysome
thing of what was
felt by those who
a-roving

So late into the night.

Though the heart he still as loving

And the moon he still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath.
And the soul wears out the hreast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving

and little can have been

him study it as long as he thinks it worth

his attention and he will find it utterly

worth preserving. He could

writea simple note, especially

impossible to understand one single sen

tence in the paragraph: " They wrong

to an intimate friend; and though his

virtue, enduring difficulties or worth in

spelling was always imcertain, he some

times, by happy accident, could get
through a few sentences without a blun

the bare imitation of nature, all the force

received in some brain; but where these
demands arise above mediocrity it msuredly would not

der

Like most

uneducated

men,

saw the hearse,with

he

letter

its long train of

coaches turn slowly
northward, leaving

writing, and he car

ried this dislike to

disliked

great poets, but of

a degree involving
positive discour
tesy to others.
He received a good
many dinner invi
tations and though

which the doors

not what was

behind it that ceme

tery.whichhadbeen
consecrated by the
dust of so many

were closed against

called a diner-out,

all that remained

was on the other

of Byron. We well

And the day returns too soon.

Yet we *11 go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

that day, rigid mor

"We'll Go No More A-Roving," by Lord Byron

alists could not re

hand frequently
disposed to profit
by that rule of
society which al

frain from weeping

lows a bachelor to

for one so yoimg, so

receive hospitality

illustrious, so imhappy, gifted with such

without returning
it; so that although
nobody could be

virtue goes quietly

to sleep for seven years more.

It is

dear that those vices which destroy

domestic happitiess ought to be as much
as possible reprised. It is equally clear
that they can not be repressed by penal

leg^ation
It is therefore right and
d^irable that public opinion should be
directed against them. But it should be

^ected against them uniformly, stead

ily, and temperately, not by sudden fits

and starts. There should be one weight

and one me^ure. Declamation is always

an objectionable mode of punishment.
It is the r^urce of judges too indolent

and ha^ to investigate facts,- and to

discriminate nicely between shades of

gmlt. It is an irrational practice, even

when adopted by military tribunals.

Wheaa adopted by ^e tribunal ofpublic

opmion, it is infinitely more irrational.

It is good that a certain portion of disl^ace should constantly attend on cer
tain bad actions. But it is not good that

t^e offenders merely have to stand the

risks of a lottery of infamy that ninety-

remember that, on

rare gifts and tried by such strong temp

tations. It is unnecessary to make any re-

fiections.The history carries its moral with

it. Ouragehas indeed beenfruitful ofwarn
ings to the eminent and of consolation
to the obscure

Two men have died

sophical piece about morality and art. Lt

sure he would ac

cept an invitation,

be a little sacrifice

Hark you such sound as quivers? Kings to those who per

will hear.
ceive he value of
As kings have heard, and tremhle on the success to
their thrones;

The old will feel the weight of mossy

stones;

The young alone will laugh and scoff

at fear.

It is the tread of armies marching near.

From scarlet lands to lands forever
pale;

It is a bugle dying down the gale;

Is the sudden gushing of a tear.
And it is hands that grope at ghostly
doors;

And romp of spirit-cMldren on the

pave;

It is the tender sighing of the brave

Who fell, ahl long ago, in futile wars;

It is such sound as death; and, after all,

*Tis but the forest letting dead leaves

fall.
" November," by MaMon Leonard Fisher

nobody, on the
other hand, could be certain that he

would invariably prefer his bachelor's

foster it by terms
as cordial that can

not look so easy

away as those spoken of convey
doubts to the ac

cepting individiial.
If as the line that
imites the above to

grace,

and

those

forces forming a
new style, not that

soul can guess as

ethics. Teach them

both, but many

serve as the body
and soul, and but
presmne

more

as

the beacon head

land which would

be a warning to the
danger of mannerism and disgustful."

^ This criticism of Turner as a writer

within our recollection, who at a time of

life at which few people have completed
their education, had raised themselves,
each in his own department, to the

fireside

may here come to an end. Enough has

His dislike to the trouble of letter writing

made him treat invitations in a very

been said to prove the truth of the asser

height of glory. One of them died at the

height of glory. One of them (Napoleon)
died at Longwood, the other (Byron) at

peculiar manner, and in a manner which

only very kind and indulgent friends

wo^d have put up with. Sometimes he

Missolonghi.Lord Macaulay.

answered them, but he did n't by any

means consider it an obligation to do so;
and he would go to dine, and determine at
the last minute not to go, just as we go
to the theater, without writing anything
to the provider of the entertainment.
Whenever he went beyond a simple note
his letters were ill-spelled and ungram-

If those who are the enemies of inno

cent amusements had the direction of

the world, they would take away the

spring, and youth; the former from the
year, the latter from human life.
^Balzac.

matical

To believe with certainty we must begin

The reader may find it a relief to see

by doubting.Stanislaus.

a specimen of Turner's prosea philo-

tion made at the beginning of this biog

raphy, to the effect that he did not
know the English language. His imsuccessful attempt to leam Latin with
Mr. Trimmer is a proof that he did not

know Latin. His outrageous spelling of

French names is equally good evidence
that he never mastered French, and there
is not a trace of proof that he ever knew

any other tongue. The plain truth is,

that he never possessed any language

whatever. Him^eds of foreigners can

write better En^ish than he could. There

are En^sh letters on my table fr^m

Dutchmen at Amsterdam, at the Hague,

*^LBBRar Ifi/BBARD'S

Fage 142

at L^rden, which are far superior in

exceptionally high condition of all the

grammar, spdling and construction to

faculties. I think that the case of Turner

anything that Turner could compose

agreeable and more becoming to veil

proves artistic genius to be a special

faculty only. If all his mental powers had
been of a high order he would have
written his native language easily and
correctly as a matter of course, and even
composed good poetry, since he had
feeling and imagination. On the other
hand, his career proves conclusively that

mi^t, but assuredly the agreeable and

the Incoming are not the only purposes

literary talent and the sort of education

which fosters it, are now, as so many be
lieve, absolutely essential to the at

life of a man who is famous for what he

tainment of distinction and success in

life. The lesson which sudi men leave to
us, when we imderstand both their excel

aftier living in London for fifty years,

with access to the best society in Eng
land

Is there any use, it may be asked, in

dwdling upon these weak points of a
great genius.Would it not be at once more

th^ gratly in forgetfiilness? Perhaps it

erf this biography. When we study tibe

has done, it is good for us to have no

illusions about Ae range of his powers,
and the degree of his cultivation. Hie
quotations which have been made wM

qpite certainly prevent any reader from

fiwtning in his own mind the imageof an

idi^ Turner and Worshiping it. Beyond

this benefit, which is not to be despised,

W have the other advantage of noting

how conroletdy, in Tuiner, the man was
sacitfced to the artist, as gardeners
^rtain fhiit trees to their fruit.
The.pruning was not done intentionally

whia case

One dominant faculty

ab^bed ^ the sap of his intelligence,

Page 143

bim as inferior to the mass of

^ucated men in common things as he

superior to them in the perception

pf natural beauty. It may be a con-

^lation to mediocrities, to reflect that if

not paint, th^ would infinitely

P^tshfee Tu^ef at a grammar school

^^^a^ioation; but without desiring to
qSu ^ttCT
t
jealousies
artists
who
them thqr of
paint,
we may

^iredly aiffi^thatit remains,and must

renaajui, an opea question, whether

^ai^ you compare Turner with what

^ft**^
supei?ionti

gentleman,
sum
hot
be on Aethe
side
of

gentleman.

^^^case ef Tiu:nr is just one of those

which c^prin to the prejudice

artiats, as craftsmen who. have

looped a spe^ ^
^^t

at the co^ of

neceiteaiy knowt<^e and acooiaIt thrp^^ tooj a v^ strong

the quratifln whiter artis-

- B^us a speciiil lacidly* or an

lence and their deficiency, is not to

himiiliate ourselves, not to lose our selfrespect in their presence, and on the

:SIR:I have read your

manuscript with some at
tention. "By the argument it
contains against a particu
lar Providence, though you
allow a general Providence, you sbike at
the foundations of all rdigion. For, with

it becomes habitual, which is the gi:eat

point for its security. And perhaps 3rou

are indebted to her ori^nally, that is,

to your rdigious education, for the habits

of virtue upon whidi jrou now justly
value yoursdf. You mig^ht easfly di^day
your excellent talents of reasoning upon

a less hazardous subject, and thereby

obtain a rank witii our most distmguished authcns
For among us it is
Whn I consider lije and its few years not necessaiy, as

out the bdief of a Providence that takes

cognisance of, guards, and guides, and,

may lavw partic
ular persons, there
is

no

motive

to

worship a Deity, to
fear his displeasure
or to pray for his
protection. I will
not enter into any

discussion of your
principles, thou|^

A wisp of fag betwixt us and the sun; among the Hotten

A caa to battle, and the battle done
Ere the last echo dies within our ears;

tots, that a youth,

to be raised into

A rose choked in the grass; an hour of the company of

f^ors*

Thegusts that past a darkening shore do

beat;

The burst of music down an unltstemng

men, ^ould prove

his

manhood

beating his mother.

11 w^d advke

other hand not to attach too much im

you seem to desire

portance to our own superiorities over

them, since they have done so easily

it 09- At present I
shall only give 3rou
my opinion that,
though your rea

I wonder at the idleness of tears.

sons

By every cup of sorrow that you had. seen by any other

Loose me from tears, and make me see person; whereby

without our accompli^ments

It is
probable that every reader of these

pages is greatly superior to Turner in

what is held to be an education of the

general order. At the same time, it is

impc^ble to forget that this unpolished

are

subtile,

and may prevail

with some readers,
you will not suc

street

sheep.

piece before it is

aright

you will save srour-

ceed so as to change

How each hath back what once he stayed sdf a 0i^t d^ of

the general senti

Bomerhis tigM, DmU hisUttte lad!

on that subject,

War does not of choice destroy bad men,

sdf, mischief to you, and no ben^t to

ments of mankind

and

the

to weeP;

HTwn," byLisstteWooduforth Suss

conse

quence of printing this piece will be, a

great deal of odium drawn upon your-

but goodever.^phodes.

others. He that, spits against the wind

There is only one way to get ready for

immortality, and that is to love this life

But were you to suceed, do you imas^e

^Henry van Dyke.

The darkest hour in any man's life is

when he sits down to plan how to get
money without earning it.
^Horace Greeley.

A handful of pine-seed will cover moun

tains with the green majesty of forest.
I too will set my face to the wind and
throw my handful of seed on high.
Fiona Madeod.

to attempt un

Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight. chaining the tiger,

Chieftains, and bards, and keepers of the but to bum this

and illiterate being had the rarest gifts of

nature of a special kind, all of which
is clear proof that the knowledge of
language is not necessary to the exer
cise of high faculties.^Philip G. Hamerton. (Life of J. M. W. Turner.)

and live it as bravely and aithfiilly,

^d cheerfully as we can.

you, therefore, not

spits in his own face.

any good would be done by it? You your

self may find it easy to live a virtuous

life, without the assistance afforded by

religion; you having a dear perception of

the advantages of virtue, and the dis. advantage of vice, and possessing a
strength of resolution suffident to enable
you to resist oomxnon temptations. But

mortincation by
the enemies it may
raise against you.
and perhaps a good

deal of regret and repentance. If men are

so wicked with rdigion, what would they
be if without it. I intend this letter

itsdf as a proof of my frienddiip, and

therefore add no professions to it; but
subscribe simply yours,
B. Franldin.

man will ever be a big executive

. who fed^ that he must, either opcaoly

or under cover, follow up every order he
gives and see that it is donenor will
he ever develop a capable assistant.
^John Lee Mahin.

think how great a portion of mankind

consists of weak and ignorant men and
women, and of inexperienced, inconsid

Behavior is the theory of manners

practically applied.Mme. Necker.

erate youth of both sexes, who have

need of the motives of rdipon to restrain

Whatever strengthens and purifies the

them from vice, to support their virtue,

and retain them in the practice of it till

affections, enlarges the imagination, and

adds spirit to sense, is us^.SSidlcy.

*lBLBBRar HUBBARD^S

Page 144

HERE are few things of

more

common

occurrence

than shaking hands; and

yet I do not recollect that
much has been speculated

upon the subject. I confess, when I con-

HEN Turner became an Acade

mician, he took his old father away

from his business of barber, and gave
him a home in his own house. It is said
that he was kind and respectful to the
old man, invariably; which we may

^ler to what unimportant and futile

easily believe, thou^ there have been

ocmoems the attention of writers and

stories to the contrary, originating in the

simple habits of both father and son.
It seemed to botii of them perfectiy

readers has been directed, I am sur

prised that no one has been found to

handle so important a matter as this,

a^ attempt to ^ve the public a rational

"wew of the doctrine and discipline of

|jinlrfrt|r hnnHiy

I have been unabie to find in llie ancient

Wxlters any distinct mention of shaking

hands. They followed the heartier pracof hug^uig or embracing, whidi has
not wholly disappeared ntwYng grown
pciaons in Europe, and diildren in our

country, and h^ unquestionably

e advantage on the score of cordialify.

When the ancients trusted the business

suutation to tiie lianHff alone, th^

jomed but did not shake them; and al-

Qwugpi I^d frequently such phrases as

dextras hospitio, I do not recwtert to have met with that of a^tare
I am inclined to think that, the

p^ctice grew up in the ages of chivalry,

cumbrous iron mail, in whi^

^ faults were cased, prevented their

^^g;andwhen,with fingersclothed
^ 8tl, the simple touch or joining of
hands would have been but cold welwme; so that a prolonged junction was

a ^tur^ resort, to express cordiality;

as It would have been awkward to

the hands unemployed in this posia g^tle agitation or shaking might

been naturally introduced. How
the practice may have remained in

^Wpient stage it isimpossible, inthe

sis? ofmhistory,
to sayVTor
is there
the duronides,
in Philip
de
whieh ^

Byzantine historians,

to trace the progress of

forms in which it now

tama among us.-~Edward Everett.

^ereare two worlds; the world that we

natural that the elder man, having now

so much time on his hands, dioiild occupy
htmarff in littie tasks which would save

a shilling here and there; but that tlw

painter readily consented to this, was it
not the most ddicate conduct possible
undCT
circumstances? Old William
Turner had been industrious and eco

nomical all his life, and like all old men

who have been accustomed to work for

a living, he felt the need of useful

occupation ^

It is said that he acted' as porter at his

son's gallery, would stretch canvases for

him, and do other littie things, in aU of
which there is certainly no real humilia
tion, but simply the gratification of an
old inan's wish to be useful. The rdation
between father and son is indeed quite

the i>rettiest part of the life-stoiy we

have to tell. The artist was never hin

dered by his father, but aided by him in

all possible ways with tender parental
care and sagacious foresight. The son,
on his part, was dutiful and filial to the

last, tfllring the old mfl" to his home and

drawing closer the bonds of affection as
the social distance between them be

came wider. Thus it is precisely when the

painter wins the full honors of the

Academy, honors which got the recog

nized and envied position in London

society, that he takes his father home.
A meaner nature would have tried to
keep the old man at a safe distance.

PhilipG. Hamerton. ^ife of J. M. W.

Turner).

Poverty is imcomfortable, as I can

testify; but nine times out of ten the
best thing that can happen to a young
man is to be tossed overboard and com-

o*"" h^earts and

wnatMm.--.Leigh Hunt.

Page I4S

pdled to skik or swim for himself.

^James A. Garfield.

!UST now the whole effort of

our coimtry is bent toward

securing an adequate foodsupply

If our dietitians
could only leam the truth,
how ea?y it would be to get a supply of

Bernard Shaw is a fighter through and

through, an intdlectual warrior, a man

who I might say is pre-eminentiy one of
us; he bdongs to this age.

Every one of his intellectual efforts is but

this kind! We eat brands when we oug^t

a reflection and reproduction of the intdlectualism of this present age. Shaw is

to be eating bran. Our wheat has all its

vitality taken out of it to make white

articulation of the age, and is pre-emi

flour. We care more for the dai^ cow

than we do for the American citizen

She gets the real cream of wheat and we

get what she is supposed to have^the
husks

se

Simple, wholesome wheat-bread and

porridge, an abimdance of fruits in sea
son, succulent vegetables, particularly

made by the age, is part of the age, is the

nentiy so because he articulates no one

of it: he reflects no one facet

of the universal crystal; he edubitsno

one characteristic that marks the pecu
liarities of our time; but in a sort of cos

mopolitan universalism Bernard Shaw

to reflect the refii^ potentialities
of the age in which we live.

Dr. Hairy Frank.

the potato, spinach and asparagus, witii

a generous supply of pure, fresh, dean,

tuberculin-test^' milk, will give the

citizen a diet wholesome, nutritious and
fidl of vitamins. To tliis may be added a
moderate supply of good meat and ^gs*
In so far as food is concerned, the

common idea that beer, whisly and

wine have food value is largely an illu
sion. It is true that a moderate amount of
alcohol is burned in the tissues of the

body, furnishing heat and energy. The

effort of the body to get rid of the in
gested poison, however, takes out all oi
this heat and energy, so that littie or
none of it is available for the other
business of life.

Let me prescribe the diet of the coimtiy:

I do not care who makes its laws.

Dr. Harvey W. Wfley.

Originality is simply a pair of fresh eyes.

^T. W. Hi^pnscm.

e BERNARD SHAW will never bea

character universally loved. I think

if Bernard Shaw felt himself universally

loved he would be the most chagrined

individual that Nature has ever pro
duced. Qeorge Bernard Shaw loves noth
ing so much as being hated, if the

hatred is sincere;, he loves nothing^ so

much as being criticized, if the criticism

is honest; he loves notfc^g so much ^

being intellectually knocked down, if

the individual that attempts it has the
capadty to achieve the effort. George

Manhood, not scholarship, is the first

flitn of education.
Ernest Thompson Sebon.

[HE leader for the time being, who_

ever he may be, is but an instru

ment, to be used until broken and then to

be cast aside; and if he is worth hi salt

he will care no more when he is broken

a soldier cares when he is sent where

his life is forfeit in order that the victory

may be won. In the long fi^t for right

eousness the watchword for all of us, is

spend and be spent. It is a littie matter

whetho- any one man fails or succeeds;

but the cause shall not fail, for it is the
cause of mankind. We, here in America,
hold in our hands the hope of the world,
the fate of
coming years; and shame
and disgrace will be ours if in our eyes the

li^t of

resolve is dimmed, if we

trail in the dust the golden hopes of men.

If on this new continent we merdy build
another coimtiy of great but unjustiy

divided materi^ prosperity, we diall

hf^ve done nothing; and we shall do as

littie if we merdy set the greed of envy

against the greedof arrogance, and there

by destroy the material well-being of all
of us.^Theodore Roosevdt.

I envy the beasts two things"their

ignorance of evil to come, and their
ignorance of what is said about them.
Voltaire.

I remember the greatest

HE supreme 'consolation

provoking, the most witty

triumph I ever had was in persuading

him, after some years' difficulty, that

which I find is in the view

and sensible of men. He

Fielding was better than Smollett.

always made the best pun,

On one occasion, he was for making out

a list of persons famous in history that

There are islands of joy,

havens of pure bliss; there

HR was Lamb himself)

the most delightful, the most

and the best remark in the course of the

evening

ICs serious <nversation, like his serious

was a fault

one would wish to see againat the

head of which were Pontius Rlate, Sir

writing, is his best. No one ever stamThomas Browne,

meredontsudi fine.
piquant, deep, doIf the red slayer think he slays.
quent things in a
Or if the slain think he is slain.
half a dozen halfsentences as he

does

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'^LBJBRSr ifUBJBARD*S

Page 146

His jests

scald like tears;

and he probes a
question with a

play upcm words.

What a keen,
laughing, hare
brained vein of
home-felt truth I
What dioice ven
om 1 How often
did we cut into the

haundi of letters,
wiule we discuss
ed the haunch of
mutton on the

table! How we

and Dr. Faustus^but

They know not well the subtle.ways

/ keep, and pass, and turn again.

Shadow and sunlight are the same;

The vanished gods to me appear;
And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon iU who leave me out;

When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt.
And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
The strong gods pine for my abode.
Andpine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the goodi
Find me, and turn thy back on heaven,
**'BsBaamai**lfyR<dphWtMoEmersoTt

we pidced out the marrow of authors!

" And, m our flowing cups, many a good

name and Isue was freshly remembered.*'

Rewllect (most sage and critical

reada) that in all this I was but a guestl

ft Need i go over the names? They were
but the old everlasting set^Milton and

?hakeBp^i Pope and Dryden, Stede

tod Addison, Swift and Qay, Fieldmg,
SmoUett, Sterne, Richardson, Hogarth's

joints, Claude's landscapes, the Cartoons

at Hampt^ Court, and all those thinga

^t, having once been, must ever be.

The Scotch Novels had not then been

h^rd of; so we scud nothing about
In general, we were hard upon the
inpdems. The author of the Rambler

wto only tolerated in Boswdl's l^e

of ihim'i and it was as mudbi as any one

.rould do t^ edge in a word for Junius,

dnild not b ^ GU Bias, This

most of his list!

IS the lau^ter of children, the effulgence

of love in young, hyacinthian days, and

there is the steady glow of love in after
years. I take accoimt of all this; yet I say

that around this

glow and bright-

Transfer the idea of tragedy from the

stage to life itself. There are high powers

at work, a great and noble strain is trying
to express itself in things and in men; but
conditions are not fit or adequate, and

the greatness is constantly^ breaking

down, the nobility failing, not because
it oi^t to fail, but
because conditions

Break, break, break.

C But with what a

'^css, enveloping it,

scribe his favorite

present or immi
nentif no other

The thoughts that arise in me.

tragedy, then the

tragedy of death,

O, wellfor the fisherman's boy.

gusto would he de

authors, Donne, or

Far or forgot to me is near;

skimmed the cream of criticism! How we

got into the heart of controversy! How

we blackballed

that life is a grand trag^y.

relief the grandeur to which he has

aspired, the greatness at which he aimed.

Sir Philip Sidney,

and find their most
crabbed

passage

deliciousi He tried
them on his palate
as epicures taste
olives, and his

observations had
a smack in them,
like a
on

roughness,

the

tongue.

With what dis

criniiM
crimination
he

hinted a defect in
what he admired
mostas in say

ing that the display of the sumptuous

banquet in Paradise Regained was not

in true keeping, as the simplest fare

was all that was necessary to tempt the

extremity of hungerand stating that
Adam and Eve in Paradise Lost were too

much like married people.

" Charles Lamb," by W. Hazlitt.

|rTs HE truth is, progress and r^^on

arebutwordstomystifythemillions.

They mean nothing, they are nothing,

they are phases and not facts. In the

structure, the decay, and the develop

^agedy is always

which all must face.

On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!

And I would that my tongue could utter

That he shouts unth his sister at play!.

O, well for the sailor lad.

But the tragic view

is not a f^ereal,
gloomy and melan
choly view. The ef

fect of a great
^agedy is elevat
ing, not depressing.
After witnessing a
tragedy on the
stage, when the
curtain is rung
down on the fifth

That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on.
To their haven under the hill;

But Ofor the touchof a vanished hand,

And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,

Atthefootof thy crags, O Sea!

But the tender grace of a day that ts dead
Will never come back to me.

" Break, Break, Break,"6y Alfred, Lord Tennyson

act, the spectator

are insufficient,
because the finite

can

not

embody

the infinite,

Yet

the failur^ only

serve tx> set off the

infiniteness in the

tendenor
Work helps; sym
pathy helps; in all
the ordinary cir
cumstance of life,
not to be rarry finone's sdf but to be

sorry for others is

the best help. But
the thou^t that
life is a grand tra
gedy, that over the
ruins a gloryshines,

finds himself in an uplifted mood, despite

is to me the supreme hdp.Felix Adler.

feelings. He is not prostrated to the

ground, he is uplifted. Great music rolls

HIS London City, with all its houses,

all the strain that has been put upon his

through his soul. He seems to float as m

palaces, steam-engines, cathedrals,

and huge immeasurable traffic and tu
mult, what is it but a Thought, but

the gulfs of pity and of terror throu^

millions of Thoughts made into One

some hi^ ether, and far beneath him lie

which he has passed

The effect <

a huge immeasurable Spirit ofa Thouf^t,

tragedythe tragedy on the stage,which

emb^ed in brick, in iron, smioke, dust,

victory. Both enter in. Ruin there is, but

Katherine Docks, and the rest of it!

Not a brick was made but some man had

of tragedy on the stage is produced by

great qu^ities in the hero, which we

to think pf the making of that bri<^.

is a mirroroflifeisblendedof defeatand

a gloiy shines above the ruin. The eff(^

Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coadxes,

Cariyle.

vicissitudes of history find their main

admire, but which are prevented

successful manifestation by some flaw

solutionall is race.^Disraeli.

in his nature. Or the hero strives after

the keenest pang, even at the moment ot

We must not blame God for the fly,

for man made him. He is the resur

some high ideal, carries in his breast

some noble purpose. The fault is not in
him, but in his surroundings. The time is
not ripe for him, the people with whom he

robbed of half its bitterness when utter^

in accents ^hat breathe love to the last

ment of (he various families of man, the

rection,' the reincarnation of our own

dirt and carelessness.

^Woods Hutchinscm, M. D.

The consciousness of being loved softois

parting; yea, even the eternal farewell is

si^.^Addison.

must deal are below his standard; and he r

Qodgivesall thingstoandustryPranklln
fiEiils, but in failing he sets forth in hif^h

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'JBZBBRa- IfUBBARD^S
HE day is done. Soft dark

ness ^s all space

The

n turmoil has ceased. The

aw^.

clatter of hoofs and the

r<z ~ ^te straggler
of motors
-have past.
died
Cfee
shuffles

^18 quiet. The shadows hide from the

White-faced moon.

ifTof the
dayweary
Mtl^ fretful little earth,
so full
ofthings.
Me hot with tramping the stolid
throat is choked with the dust

Of tnvi^ traffic. The things of my labor

^ve become irksorrie to memere

^ that I have played with all day. I

m
th^ aside. What matter ifI can
i-^i
Valedico,
peevish
hrae earth, I again?
am going
out into
the
unweree to strollon the MiU^ Way and
bathe m the Ocean of Ni^t.
gr^t, good, beautiful Night, you are
through the

oftte mght-wind down intoyour

^ depths wh^ the stars lie sti^

^Sfnrf;55^i
jewel-offerings
ill-fate4 lover cast in
ruthless de-

SCRAl> J3QOK,

along the verges of precipitous dream,

light leaper from crag to crag of inac
cessible fancies; towering Genius, whose

S NE raw morning in Spring

>KHE Venice that you see in the sun-

' '^\ it will be eighty years the

light of a summer's day^theVenice

nineteenth day of this month

that bewilders with her glory when you

soul,roselikealadderbetweenheaven and

^Hancock and Adams, the

earth with the angels of song ascending

and descending it^he is shrunken into
the little vessel of d^ath, and sealed with
the unshatterable seal of doom, and cast
down deep belowthe rolling tides of Time.
Mighty meat for little guests, when the
heart of Shelley was laid in the cemetery
of Caius CestiusI Beauty, music, sweet

Moses and Aaron of that

land at her watergate; that delights with

her color when you idle along the Riva;

ness, tears, the mouth of the worm has

fed of them all. Into that sacred bridal-

g^oom of death where he holds his nup

tials with eternity let not our rash
speculations follow him; let us hope,
rather, that as, amidst material nature,

where our dull eyes see only ruin, the

Great Deliverance, were both at Lex

ington ; they also had " obstructed an

officer" with brave words. British sol

diers, a thousand strong, came to seize

them and carry them over sea for trial,
and so nip the bud of Freedom auspi
ciously opening in that early Spring. The
town militia came together before day
light, " for training." A great, tall man,
with a large head and a high, wide brow,
their captainone who had " seen
service"marshaled

them into

line,

numbering but seventy, and bade " every

man load his piece with powder and

finer art of science has discovered life in

ball. I will order the first man shot that

putridity and vigor in decay, seeing

runs away," said he, when some fal

tered. " Don't fire unless fired upon, but
if they want to have a war, let it begin

dissolution

even

and

disintegration,

which in the mouth of man symbolize dis

order, to be in the works of God undeviating order, and the manner of our
corruption to be no less wonderM than

here."

co-

Gentlemen, you know what followed;

those farmers and mechanics " fired the
shot heard aroimd the world." A little
monument covers the bones of such as

bosom? Or are they the

the manner of our healthso amidst the

w^er down the Milky Way. I gather

the Plmded ^d make anecklace for my
golden strand
the Jesses of Andrbmeda.
What

dreamed surprise of life in doom awaited

that wild nature, which, worn by war
fare with itself, its Maker, and all the

before had pledged their fortune and

world, now
Sleeps, and never palates more the dug.
The b^gar's nurse and Ceesar's.

their lives. I was bom in that little town,

sparkle in your depths? I

roatter if the sea-nsrmphs do rage? Per

seus is near and he has slain the Draco.

1 setter Ae star-gems before my feet

^ the path. Wait! Triumphant Orion is

p^mg and his gaudy girdle flashes a
wUenge at mad Taurus.
are some of the flowers of Noko-

0^ I will ga^er a few and weave them

^ the necWace. What is that I hear?
So
f Saint
fnkmz the^twelfith
hour.
Have Francis
I been
the top. Perhaps I shall play with them

,agam tomorrow.Hugh Robert Orr.

QNCH^TED
chad, bom into a
world un^ildlike;spoiled darling ot
future, playmateof her elemental dau^-

tta^ " p^d-like spirit, beautiful and

SWOT, laired amidst the burning fasttie^ of his own fervid mind; bold foot

Pagel^

supernatural universe some tender un

" The Death of Shelley," by Francis

their sacred honor to the Freedom ot

America, and that day gave it also

and bred up amid the memories of that
day. When a boy I read the first monu
mental line I ever saw" Sacred to

Thompson

Liberty and the Rights of Mankind."

IT is related by apeasant that he had

Since then I have studied the memorial

fields there were no others, and when he

happened to lose a cow and was com

lisks have read what was written before

persuaded himself that beyond his

pelled to go in search of her, he was

astonished at the great number of fields
beyond his own few acres. This must also
be the case of many theorists who have

persuaded themselves that beyond^ this

field or little globe of earth there lie no

other worldssimply because he has
not seen them.Spinoza.

marbles of Greece and Rome, in many

an ancient town; nay, on Egyptian obe

Let the farmer forevermore be honored

in his calling; for they who labor in the

earth are the chosen people of God.

^Tl^mas Jefferson.

some breathless lagoonthe Venice of

mold-stained palace, quaint cafe and

arching bridge; of fragrant incense, cool,

dim-lijited church, and noiseless priest;

of strong men and graceful women
the Venice of light and life, of sea end

sl^, and melodyno pen can tell this

atory. The pencU and palette must lend

their touch when one would picture the

wide sweep of her piazzas, the abandon
of her gardens, the charm of her canal
and street life, the happy indolence of

her people, the faded sumptuousness of

her homes.

If I have given to Venice a prominent

place among the cities of the earth, it is

because in this selfish, materialistic,

money-gettingUge it is a joy to live, if

only for a day, where a song is more

prized than a soldo; where the poorest

pauper lau^iingly shares his scanty

cmst; where to be kind to a child is a

habit, to be neglectful ofold age a shame;
a city the relics of whose past are the
lessons of our fiitiu-e; whose every can

vas, stone, and bronze bear witness to a

grandeur, luxury, a taste that took a
thousand years of energy to perfect, and
will take a thousand years of neglect to
destroy

To every one of my art-loving coimtrymen this city should be a Mecca; to

know her tihoroughly is to know all the

the Eternal roused up Moses to^ lead

btouty and romance of five centuries.

stone has ever stirred me to such emo

tions as those rustic names of men who

Flower in the crannied wall,

Israd out of Egjrpt; but no chiseled

fell " In the Sacred Cause of God and

their Coimtry."^Theodore Parker.

It is no time to swap horses when you
are crossing the stream.
Abraham Lincoln.

that intoxicates with her music as you Ke

in your gondola adrift on the bosom of

^F. Hopkineon Smith.

I pluck you out of the crannies,

I hold you here, root and all, in my hand.
Little flower^but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
^Tennyson.

at^

It is conceivable that religion may be

morally useful without being intellec

tually sustainable.^J. S. Mill.

To believe in immortality is one thing,

but it is first needful to believe in life.
^Robert Louis Stevenscm.

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P^e ISi

*BLBBPT HUBBARB'S
y Dear Sammyhope

every precious moment, and find an im-

that you retain the impres

sions of your education, nor
have forgot that the vows of
God are upon you. You

speakable facility in the performance of

your respective duties. Begin and end
the day with Him who is the Alpha and
Omega, and if you really experience what

know that the first fruits are Heaven's

it is to love God, you \i^l redeem all the

by an unalienable right, and that, as

time you can for His more immediate
your parents devoted you to the service
service. I will tell you what rule I used to
of the altar, so you yourself made it your
observe when I was in my father's house,
dioice whra your
and had as little, if
father was offeried
There by the window in the old house not less' liberty
another way of life Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles than you havenow.

for you. But have

you duly consid

of valley.

ered what such ^

a choice and such a
dedication im
ports? Consider

My days of labor closed, sitting out life's

well what separa

As one who gazes in an enchantress*

crystal globe.
And I saw the figures of the past.

tion

from

the

world, what purity,

ix^at devotion.

spent in private de

decline,

Day by day I look in my.memory.

What exesdplary
virtue, are required

As if in a pageant glassed by a shining

in those

Move through the incredible sphere of

are

to guide others to

G^iy! I say exemp'

time.

And I saw a man arisefrom the soil like a

mon degrees of
piety are not suffi

fabled giant
And throw himself over a deathless
destiny.
Master of great armies, head of the
republic,

the saa-^ fimction. You must not

think to live lilfe
the rest of the

world; your li^t

votion; not that

I ^ways spent so
much, but I gave

myself leave to go
so far but no far
ther. So in all

things

else,

ap

point so much time

dream.

lory; for low, comcient for those of

I used to allow my
self as much time
for recreation as I

(Cooduded oa next page)

must so shine before men that they may

see your good works, and thereby be

for sleep, eating,

comp&ny, etc., but

above

all

thii^s,

my dear Sammy, I
command you,

beg, I beseech you,

to be very strict in
observing the
Lord's Day. In all
things endeavor to
act on principle.
and do not live like

the rest of mankind, who pass through

the world like straws upon a river, which

led to e^Oniy your Father whidi is in

HeaVea. Fot niq^ part, I can not see with

are carried whic^ way the stream or

what faced^gymen can reprovesinners,

of e3du>rt men to lead a ga>d life, when

they the^o^yes indulge their own cor-

tion to yourself: Why do I do this or

that? Why do I pray, read, study, or use
devotion, etc.? By which means you

#nt^^ct thdr doctrine. If the Holy

sistency in your words, and actions as

becomes a reasonable creature and a

good Christian.

nipt mdihaitions^ and by their practice

Jesus be indeed their Master, and they

really His ambassadors, siuly it

becomes them to live like Hiis disciples;

wind drives them. Often put this ques

will come to such a steadiness and con

do not, what a sad account

Your affectionate mother,

Sus. Wesley.

I woi^d advise you, as mudi as possible

(Letter to Her Eldest Son, dated Epworth, October, 1709.)

yi^ business into a certain method, by

Sdf-confidence is the first requisite to

{^d if

th^ ^ve' of their stewardship.

in your present circumstances^ to throw

means you will leain to improve

great undertakings.-^Samud Johnson.

[HE Battle of Waterloo is an

England Blyron above Wdlhigtm. A

enigma as obscure for those

who gained it as for him who
. lost it. To Napoleon it is a
J panic; Blucher sees nothing
in it but fire; Wellington does not under
stand it at all. Look at the reports: the

mighty dawn of ideas is peculiar to our

age; and in this dawn England and Ger

bulletins are confused; the commentaries

are entan^ed; the latter stammer, the

former stutter.

Jomini divides the

battle of Water
loo into four m o

many have their own magnificent flash.

They are majestic because they think;
the hig^ levd they bring to dvilization
is intrinsic to them; it comes finom them-

sdves, and not from an acddent. Any

aggrandizement the nineteenth century
me^ have can not

Bringing together into a dithyramb of

recreative song

The epic hopes of a people:

ments: Muffling/
At
the some time Vulcan ofsovereignfires.
cuts it into three
acts; Charras, altho

we do not entirely
agree with him in
all his apprecia
tions, has alone

cau^t with his

hauighty eye the

boast of Waterloo
as its foimtainhead

for only barbarous

nations grow sud

denly after a vic

Where imperishable shields and swords tory^it is the tran

sient vanity of tor

were beaten out

From spirits tempered in heaven.

Lookin the crystal! See how he hastens on
To the place where his path comes up to
the path

rents swollen by a
storm. Civilized

nations, especially
at the present day,
are not devated or

characteristic
lineaments of tJiis

Of a child of Plutarch and Shakespeare. debased by the

O Lincoln, actor indeed, playing wellyour good or evil for

catastrophe of hu
man genius con
tending with divine

And Booth, who strode in a mimic play

diance.
All
the
other historians
suffer from a cer
tain bedazzlement

in which they
grope about. It was
a flashing day, in
truth
the
over
throw of the mili

part.

within the play.

Often and often I saw you.

As the cawing crows winged their way to
the wood

Over my house-top at solemn sunsets,

There by my window.
Alone.

" William H. Hemdon," by Edgar Lee Masters

tary monarchy which, to the great stupor

of the kings, has dragged down all king
doms, the downfall of strength and the
rout of war.

In this event, which bears the stamp of

superhuman necessity, men play but a
small part; but if we take Waterloo from
Wdlington and Blucher, does that de
prive England and Germany of any

thing? No. Neither illustrious England

tune of a captain,
and their specific
wei^t in the hu
man family results
from something
more than a battle,

llieir. honor, dig

nity, enlighten
ment, and genius
are not numbers
which those gam
blers, heroes, and

conquerors can stake in the lottery of

baizes. Very often a battle lost is prog

ress gained, and less of glory, more of

liberty. The drummer is silent and reason
speaks; it is the game of who loses wins.
Let us, Aen, speak of Waterloo coldly
from both sid^, and render to diance the

tilings that bdong to chance, and to God

what is God's. What is Waterlooa

victory? No; a quine in the lotteiy, won

nor august Germany is in question in the

problem of Waterloo, for, thank heaveni
nations are great without the mournful

by Europe, and paid by France; it was

hardly worth whue erecting a lion for it.

Germany, nor England, nor France is

hdd in a scabbard; at this d^ when
Waterloo is only a dash of sabers, Ger

and Wdlington are not enemi^, but

contraries. Never did God, who ddights
in antitheses, produce a more strildhg

many has Goetlie above Bludier, and

contrast or a more extraordinary con-

adiievements of the sword. Neith^

Waterloo, by the way, is the strangest

encounter recorded in hikoiy; Napoleon

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frontation. On one side precision, fore

sight, geometxy, prudence, a retreat
assured, reserves prepared, an obstinate
coolne8s,an imperturbable method, strat
egy profiting by the ground, tactics

himin fact, it is only necessary to

balancing battalions, carnage measured

by a plumb-line, war regulated, watch in

a Suvarov. Waterloo is a battle of the

hand,nothing left volimtarily to accidept,

old classic courage and absolute correct

second ^

Waterloo. It was a triumph of mediocrity,

sweet to m^orities, and destiny con
sented to this irony. In his decline,
Napoleon found a yoimg Suvarov before

blanch Wellington's hair in order to have

first class,. gained by a captain of the

^

ness. On the other side we have intuition,

What must bfe admired in the battle of

divination, military strangeness, superhiuxian instinct, a flashing glance; some

thing that gazeslike t^e ea^e and strikes
like lightning, all the mysteries of a pro
found mind, association with destiny;
Ae river, the plain, the forest, and the
hill summoned, and, to some extent,

WaterlooisEngland,theEnglishfirmness,
the English resolution, the English blood,

compelled to obey, the despot going so

far as even to tyrannize over the battle

field;faith in a star, blended with strateg
ic science, heightening, but troubling it.
Wellington was the Bareme of war.
Napoleon was its Michelangelo, and this
tnie genius was conquered by calcula

tion. On both sides somebody was ex

pected; and it was the exact calculator

who succeeded. Napoleon waited for

Grouchy, who did not come; Wellington
wait^ for Blucher, and he came.
Wellington is the dassicaLwar taking-its
revenge; Bonaparte, in his dawn, had

met it in Italy, and superbly defeated it

^the old owl fled before the yoimg

and what England had really superb

in it, is (without offense) herself; it is

not her captain, but her army. W^-

ington, strangely ungrateful, declares in

his dispatch to Lord Bathurst that his
army, the one which fought on June 18th,
1815, was a " detestable army." What
does the gloomy pile of bones buried in
the trenches of Waterloo think of this?

nates itself, and takes a lord as its head;

wondrous lion is dissipated, the battlefidd resumes itsreali^, lines of infanfxy

undulate on the plain; furious galloping

the workman lets himself be despised;

crosses the horizon; the startled dreamer

the soldier puts up with flogging. It will

be remembered that, at the battle of

bayonets, the red li^t of didls, the

it esteems itself as a nation and not as a

people. As a people, it readily subordi

Inkerman, a sergeant who, as it appears,

saved the British army, could not be

monstrous coUisitxn of thunderbolts; he

military hierarchy does not allow any

These shadows are greMdiers; the^

flashes are cuirassiers; this skdeton is

mentioned by Lo^d Raglan, because the

hero* below the rank of officer to be men

tioned in dispatches. What we admire

before all, in an encounter like Water
loo, is the prodigious skill of chance. The

ni^t raid, the wall of Hougomont, the

3-'PLACE Rembrandt at the head of

malriTig him so great is making herself

small. Wellington is merely a hero, like
any other man. The Scotch Grays, the

ants. Napoleon's three-quarters of a

league. Wellington's half a league, and

seventy-two thousand combatants on

regiments, Pack and Kempt's infantry,

Ponsonby and Somerset's cavalry, the

either side. From this density came the

carnage. The following calcvdation has
been made and proportion established:

the shower of canister. Ryland's battal

loss of men, at Austerlitz, French, four

teen per cent; Russian, thirty per cent;

vulture. The old tactics had been not

ions, the fresh recruits who could, hardly

manage a musket, and yet held their
ground against the old bands of Essling

was this Corsican of six-and-twenty

years of age? What meant this splendid

and Rivoliall this is grand. Welling

ton was tenacious; that was his merit,
and we do not deny it to him, but the

trian, fourteen per cent. At Moscow,

French, thirty-seven per cent; Russian,
forty-four per cent. At Bautzen, French,
thirteen per cent; Russian and Prus

was quite as solid as he, and the iron

sian, fourteen per cent. At Waterloo,

French, fifty-six per cent; Allies, thirtyone per centtotal for Waterloo, forty-

only overthrown, but scandalized. Who

ignoramus, who, having everything
againsthim,nothing forhim,without proviwons, ammunition, guns, shoes, almost
Without an army, with a handful of men
against masses, dashed at allied Europe,

aM absurdly gained impossible victories?

Who was this new comet of war who

possessed the effrontery of a planet? The

acacunuc military school excommuni

catedhim, while bolting, and hence arose

an implacable rancor of the old Csesarism

gainst the new, ofthe old saber against

flashing sword, and of the chessTOard against genius. On June 18th,

1815, this rancor got the best; and
beneath Lodi, Montebello, Montenotte,
Mantua, Marengo,and Arcola, it wrote

lowest of his privates and his troopers

soldier is as good as the iron duke. For

our part, all otir glorification is offered to

the English soldier; the En^ish army,
the En^ish nation; and if there must be
a trophy, it is to En^and that this trophy
is owmg. The Waterloocolumnwouldbe
more just, if, instead of the figure of a
man, it raised to the clouds the statue of
a people.

Butthisgreat England willbeirritated by

what we are writing here; for she still
has feudal illusions, after her 1688 and
the French 1789. This people believes in
inheritance and hierarchy, and while
no other excels it in power and gjory,

bats, and the ravinesare stained puiple,

and the trees rustle, and th^ is fury

more of a massacre than of a battle in

est front for such a number of combat

Hi^anders playing the bagpipes imder

Napoleon; this skdeton is Wellmgton;

all this is non-existent, and yet still com

even in the douds and in the darkness,

while all the stem hd^ts, Mont St

En^and has been too modest to herself

Life Guards, Maitland and Mitchell's

hears, like a death groan romthe tomb,

the vague damor of the phantom battle.

hollow of Ohain, Grouchy deaf to Ae

cannon, Napoleon's guide' deceiving him,
Bulow's guide enlightening himall
this cataclysm is marveloudy managed.
C. Altogether, we will assert, there is
Waterloo. Waterloo, of all pitched bat
tles, is the one which had the small

in her treatment of^Wellington, for

sees the flash of sabers, the sparkle of

Austrian, forty-four per cent. At Wa-

gram, French, thirteen per cent; Aus

one per cent, or out of one hundred and

forty-four thousand fitting men, sixty
thousand killed.

Tlie field of Waterloo has at the present

day that calmness which belongs to the

eaxlli, and resembles all plains; but at

ni^t, a sort of visionary mist rises from

it, and if any traveler walk alxjut it, and
listen and dream, like Virgil on the
mournful plain of Philippi, the hallu
cination of the catastrophe seizes upon

him. The fri^tfiil June 18A lives again,

the false monumental hill is leveled, the

Jean, Hougomont, Frisdiemont, Papelotte, and Plancenoit, seem confusedly

crowned by hosts of ^)ecters extermi

nating one another.-Victor Hugo.

the modems, and far above them all.

n'eg&o alone approaches him at

moments. Rembrandt did not

sei afterplastic beautylikethe Italians,

but he discovered souls, he und^tood
them and transfigured them in his mar-

vdous light. Titian'sor rather, the

Duke of Genoa's^mistress is more
beautiful than Rembrandt's Saskia, but
how infinitely I prefer the latto^I As a

colorist, I placeRembrandt aboveTitian,

above Veronese, above every one! Rem
brandt never lets our attention wander,
as the others sometimes do. He com.mands it, concentrates it; we can not

escape him. Wefeel that Rembrandt was

full of kindliness. He loved the poor, he

painted them as they were, in all their

wretdiedness. There is something pene^

trating, kindly, acute, sensual, in his

own radiantly living face, which wins the

spectator's heart as he gazes.

^MeUsonier.

God be thanked for books. They are the

voices of ^e distant and the dead, and

make usiheirs of the spiritual life of pajst
ages.William E. Channing.

Art is more godlike than sdence. Sdence

discovers; art creates.^John Opie.

^BLBBRSr -HUBBARD^S

Page 1S4

N in my journeys among

myself grown and elevated, I looked

down on the rest of my degenerate race
with the eye of a giant.
You who wish to write about men, go

the Indian tribes of Canada,

I left European dwellings,
and found myself, for the
first time, alone in the midst

of an ocean of forests, having, so to

speak, all nature prostrate at my feet,
a strange change took place within me,
I followed no road; I went from tree to
tree, now to the

right, now to the

left, saying to mysdf, "Here there

are no more roads

to follow, no more
towns, no more

narrow houses, no
ore presidents,

republics, or kings
above all,

no more laws, and

no more men.**

Men! Yes, some

good savages, who
cared nothing for
nie, Tuxc I for them;

^o, likeme, wan

dered freely wher-

wer their fancy led

taem, eating when
fdt inclined,

into the deserts, become for a moment

the child of nature, and thenand then

Then a sense of law and beauty.

And a face turnedfrom the clod,
Some call it Evolution,
And others call it God.

A haze on the far horizon,

Theinfinite, tender s^.

The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields.

And the wild geese sailing high,
And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the goldenrod,
Some of us call it Autumn,
And others call it God,
(Cottdaded on next page)

to see if I were really

gwught I was mad.

from the tyrannous yoke of

I understood then the chsotns of

^dependence of nature which far

s^asdto all the pleasures of whidi

my saddle, which served me well for a

pillow all throu^ my travels; the guide

so particular as I am, he generally made

use of the dry tnmk of a tree. Work

Ai^ng the innumerable enjojonents of

AJettj^sh and a saurian,

And caves where the cave-men dwell;

wabl^ed in myoriginal rights, I gave

up to a" thousand acts of eccen^ty, which enraged the tallDutdWoi
Who was myguide, and who, in hisheart,

us attended to his own affairs. I brou^t

this journey one especidly made a vivid

A crystal and a cell,

ffleqnng when and where they pleased.

formed some other public offices, eadi of

rubbed down the horses; and as to his

impression on my

some bark to cover our palace, and per

only^take up the p>en.

Afire-mist and a planet,

Piage ISS

^CJRAI^ JSOO/C

mind

I was going then

to see the fkmous

cataract of Niag
ara, and I had
taken my way
through the Indian
tribes who inhabit
the deserts to the
west of the Ameri

can plantations.
My guides were
the sun, a pocketcompass, and the
Dutchman

of

whom I have spoken: the

latter

understood per
fectly five dialedts
of the Huron lan

guage. Our train

consisted of two horses, which we let
loose in the forests at night, after fasten
ing a bell to their necks. I was at first a
little afraid of losing them, but my guide

reassured me by pointing out that, by a

wonderful instinct, these good animals
never wandered out of sight of our fire.

One evening, when, as we calculated

that we were only about eight or nine
leagues fr^om the cataract, we were pre

night accomodation, since he was not

before the fire; the women took them

quietly intotheir arms andput them to

bed among the skins, with a motha^a
tenderness so delightful to witness iu
these so-called savages: theconversatyn

died away by degrees, and each feJl

adeep in the place where he was.
I alone could not dose my eyes, hearmg
on all sides the deep breathing of my
hosts. I raised my
head, and, support

being done, we

seated ourselves in
a circle, with our
legs crossed like

tailors, around the

immense fire, to
roast our heads of

maize, and to pre

pare supper. I had
still

flask

Like tides on a crescent sea-beach,

When the moon is new and thin,
Into our hearts high yearnings

ing mys^ on my
dbow, watdied by
the red lig^t of the

Come wellingar^ surging in,

Come from the mysHc ocean.

expiring fire the

Whose rim no foot has trod,

Some of us call it Longing,

plunged in ^eep.'

Iftiriiflnfl stretched
around me and

And others call it God,

I confess that 1

of

brandy, which
served to enliven
our savages not a

little. They foimd

out that they had

some bear hams,
and we b<egan a
royal feast.
The family con
sisted of two wo
men, with infants

could hardly

Apicket frozen on duty

A mother starvedfor her brood
Socrates drinking the hemlock,
AndJesus on the rood;
,
And millions who, humble andnameless,
The straight, hardpathway plod,
Some caU it Consecration,

re-

fr^
Brave youA, how
your peaceful geep
affects me! You,
who se^ed sosensible ofthe woes of
your native

And others^ callit

God.
_

you^
too high-nunded to

"^'^^"^'^Zl^&mBerbertCanuth mistrust the for-

at their breasts,

and ^ee warriors; two of them might

be from forty to forty-five years of ag^
although they appeared much older, and

dgnerl Europeans,

what a

w^
to whonf our avarice
^ spadeful of earth to

ttie third was a young mm.

The conversation soon became general;
that is to say, on my side it consisted of

lewap
^ ^
oatrimonythese
formerly
y. .
into

undistur^ by

cover ttecor^

broken wordJ and many gestures-an

f ^ SS
expressive language, which these nations their hc^it^Je ,
understand r^tobly well, and that X th^

paring to dismount before simset, in

had learned among Oiem. The young

man can form any idea. I under-

order to build our hut^ and li^t oiu*

why maiiy Europeans

watch-fire after the Indian fashion, we

perceived in the wood the fires of some
savages who were encamped a little

he kept his eyes constantly fixed on me. Tliese

s^
In spite ofthe black, red and blue stripes, vwtues of
above
cut Ws, and the p^arl hanging from his of the man m^s xw^rtate is above
nose, with whidi he was disfigured, it that of the man
f^hAteaubriand.

WMipa why not one savagehas become a

^ve become savages; why the sublime

on the Inequality of Rank is

^
understood by the most part of
our ^philosophers. It is incredible how
and diminished the nations and

ntort boasted institutions appeared

^
it seemed to me as if I saw
W kingdoms of the earth through an
niv^ed spy-giass, or rather that, being

lower down on the shores of the same

stream as we were. We went to them.

man alone preserved anobstinatesilence;

was easy to see the nobUity and sensi-

The Dutchman having by my orders

bility which animated his countenance.

asked their permission for us to pass the

ni^t with them, which was granted
immediately, we set to work with our
hosts. After having cut <lown some

love mel It seemed to me as ifbe were

branches, planted some stakes, torn off

^ ff^re

abcwe the

-Chateaubriand.

t, j. j

TheW had

reading in his heart the history of all the

thrones in the world.Napdeoa I.

wrongs which Europeans have inflicted

on his native country. The two chUdren,

quite naked, were asleep at our feet

inmrv to

How well I knew he was inclined not to

bmI I ^d not ach^ it to an tne

Tfe less people spe^of

the more we thmk of it.Bacon.

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Page 1S6

Page ISt

HE greatest prerogative that

swajring on horses without bridle or

man has, is his freedom to

saddle against a background of deep

the plow is the typical in

strument of industry, so the

work. Few words have such

blue as on the frieze of the Parthenon.

fetter is the typical instru

individual, and yet such

But afterwards I learned something of

what the theoiy of evolution implies;
realized that all great men are moments
in the life of mankind, and that the
lesson of every great life in the past must
be learned before we can hope to push
further into the Unknown than our pre
decessors. Gradually I came to under

diverse, meanings to differ

ent people
the word " work," and no

form of action has more diversity in its

oonc^tion, because of differing view
points, than work.

ment

of the

restraint or.

_ subjection necessary in a
nationeither literally, for its evildoers,

or figuratively, in accepted laws, for its

wise and good men. You have to choose
between this'figiu-ative and literal use;
for depend upon it,' the more laws you
accept, the fewer penalties you will have

A little child when asked his idea of work

SMd, "Anjrthing I have to do is work, and
^3rthing I want to do is play"^which

stand that Jerusalem and not Athens is

^ rdation to that form of activity

the sacred city and that one has to love

Jesus and his gospel of love and pity or

enforce. For wise laws and just restraints

are to a noble nation not chains, but

one will never come to full stature,

chain mailstrength and defense, though

something also of an encumbrance. And
this necessity of restraint, remember, is
just as honorable to man as the neces

Mswer showed that the child recognized

Imown as work; also it demonstrated

tiwt work had been presented to his

Mmdas drudgery.
Dmdgery is work which we make diffi-

J^t; which is done because we must do

It, ^d which we regard with aversion; it
tee l^d, sordid form of work, seem-

hope and apart from any

OT the joy of accomplishment.

Work should be a joy; it should be the

native of our lives; and it would be

Ifwe regarded it in the light of its being

iajx>r of love; but we have come to
mk of what we call labor with almost

of pain. Most of us resolve our

work mto labor and, while it results in

becomes xmpleasant
rtrenuous in the method of its

^ecution ^
The sedret of the true love of work is
o

fS?

rebels even have to realize that Love is

the Way, the Truth and the Life; no one
cometh to wisdom but by Love. The
more I studied Jesus the greater he
became to me till little by little he
changed my whole outlook on life. I have
been convinced now for years that the
modem world in tuming its back on
Jesus and ignoring his teaching has gone

helplessly astray.
There is new hope for us in the legend of
Jesus and in his stupendous success;
hope and perhaps even some foundation
for faith. That a man should live in an

obscure corner of Judea nineteen cen

turies ago, speak an insignificant dia

lect, and yet by dint of wisdom and good

ness and in spite of having suffered a

must or must not do; while the fish may

do whatever he likes. All the kingdoms of
the world put together are not half so
large as the sea, and all the railroads and
wheels that ever were, or will be invented

are not so easy as fins. You will find, on

fairly thinking of it, that it is his rehis liberty; and, what is more, it is re
straint which is honorable even in the

Gautier in Paris, and

Srf ^

fish. There is always something that he

races, goes far to prove that goodness

and wisdom are fed by some hidden
source and are certain therefore to in- .

Hans Christian Andersen.

ZEI

whole, and in the broadest sense, dis

honorable, and an attribute of the lower
creatures. No himian being, however
great or powerful, was ever so free as a

hundreds of millions of the conquering

We, too, can believe as Jesus believ^,

MVLe, de Maupin still

memory; like
Moore, I
stream which

fjpom the side of the Crucified

made a red girdle roimd the
ever bathed me in its flood."

loved gold and marbleand purple

bands of nude youths and maidens

that goodness perpetuates itsdf, in

creasing from age to age, while the evil
is diminishing, dying, and is only relative

so to speak, or grow^ arrested. And our

lower animals. A butterfly is much more

free than a bee; but you honor the bee

more, just because it is subject to cer

tain laws which fit it for orderly fxmction

world, of the two abstract things,

liberty and restraint, restraint is always

the more honorable. It is trae, indeed,

high task is to help this shaping spirit

that in these and all other matters you

never can reason finally from the ab

straction, for both liberty and restraint

roses of life grow b^t about the Cross.

^Frank Harris.

All tmth is an achievement. If you

would have truth at its fiill vcAiie, ^

win it.^Munger.

a plow, its second power consists in

knowing how to wear the fetter.
^John Ruskin.

Hisses, groans, catcalls, drumming

with the feet, loud conversation and

ations of animals went on throu^-

Disra^ in tee House of Commons).

. . . . But.... it does not follow teat the
stone was a failure. It was indeed in one

sense a very hopeful business inasmuch as

tee reports prove he was quite capable of
holding his own amidst extraordinary
interruptions ^
Mr. Disraeli wound up in teese words,

" Now, Mr. Speaker, we see tee philo-

sopMc^ prejudices of Man. (Lai^ter

and cheers.) I respect cheers, even whra
teey come from the mouth of a political

opponent. (Renewed laughter.) I think,

sir, (Hear! Hear! and repeated cries of
Question I) I am not at all surprised, sir,
at the reception I have met with, (con

tinued lau^ter). I have begun several

teings many times (laughter, and I

havealways succeeded at last, ((^estion)

Ay, sir, and teough I sit down now, the
time will come when you will hear me."

in bee society. And throu^out ^the

to self-realization and fulfilment in our

own souls, knowing all the while that

nation consists in knowing how to guide

maiden speech of tee member for Jylaid-

money reward, for the time

crease among men.

are formed has no liberty. Its liberty will

come^with its corruption. And, teerefore I say that as tee first power of a

out (the maiden speech of Benjamin

' straint which is honorable to man, not

aent of the work itself.

. Sidney A. Weltmer.

sist in teeir obedience, not in teeir free

dom, The sun has no libertya dead
leaf has much. The dust of which you

numbers of foolish people speaking about

liberty, as if it were such an honorable
thing: so far from being that, it is, on the

of success in that work; not

result in the accompliah-

tee poising of the planets to the gravita

tion of a grain of dustthe power and
glory of all creatures, and all matter, con

sity of labor. You hear every day greater

shameful death, reign as God for these

two thousand years and be adored by

exercised, but for

afiVir

to endure, and the fewer punishments to

angel to tee labor of tee insect^&om

^Disradi.

Beauty does not lie in tee face. It lies

in the harmony between man and his
industry. Beauty is expression. When I
paint a moteer I try to render her

beautiful by the mere look she gives her

are good when they are nobly chosen,

child.^Jean Francois Millet.

and both are bad when they are badly

chosen; but of the two, I repeat, it is

Must endure

restraint which characterizes the higher

creature and betters the lower creatures

and, from tee ministering of the arch-

Their going hence, even as teeir comSjig

hiteer:

Ripeness is all.Shake^)eare.

Page JS8

'^LBBRSr ffUBBARD^S
ENERAL BONAPARTE

ma^ himself as conspicuous

by his character and his
intellect as by his victories,
and the imagination of the
French began to be touched by him
[1797]. His proclamations to the Cisal
pine and Ligurian republics were talked
of.... A tone of moderation and of dig
nity pervaded his
^le, which con
trasted

with

the fear he inspired was caused only by

the singular effect of his personality
upon almost every one who had inter

ment to any idea whatsoever would have

power to turn him from his path. He

course with him. I had seen men worthy

ests that a good man has to virtue: if

society is constrained without being

the object were noble, his persistency

timid; it is disdainful iniien he is on his

guard, and vulgar when he is at ease;

of high respect; I had also seen ferocious

men: there was nothing in the impression

Bonaparte produced upon me which

could remind me of men of either t3Te.

I soon perceived, on the different occa

sions when I

O my luve's like a red, red rose,

Thafs newly sprung in June;
0 my luve*s like the melodie

the

revolutionary
harshness of the
civil rulers of
France. The war

Thafs sweetly played in tune.

rior spoke in those

dajrs like a law
giver, while the
lawgiversexpressed

PagelS9

met

him during his stay

in Paris, that his

character could not

be defined by the
words we are ac

customed to make
use of: he was
neither kindly nor

As fair thou art, my bonnie lass. violent, neither

gentle nor cruel,
So deep in luve am I;
after the fashion
And I will luve thee still, my dear. of other men. Such

themselves with
soldierlike vio
lence. General

Till cf* the seas gang dry.

Bonaparte had not

a being, so imlike
others, could

executed in his

neither excite nor

Till a* the seas gang dry, my dear, feel S3rmpathy: he

army the decrees

against the

was more or less

than man. His

And the rocks melt, ivi* the sun;

1 mil luve thee still, my dear,
bearing, his mind,
While the sands o* life shall run. his language have

6migr6s. Itwas said

that he loved his

wife, whose charact^ is full of sweet-

n^;it wasasserted
l^t he felt the

And fare-thee weel, my only luve!

^uties of Ossian;
it was a pleasure to
attribute to him

the generous qual

ities that form a

noble background

'

And fare-thee well, a while!

And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile,
" A Red, Red Rose," btf Robert Bums

lor extraordinary

abiliti^. ^ Such at least was my own

the marks of a
foreigner's nature
an advantage the
more in subjugat

ing Frenchmen. . .

^ Far from being

reassured by seeing

Bonaparte often,
he always intimi
dated me more and

more. I felt vaguely that no emotional

' mood when I saw him for the first time

feeling could influence him. He r^ards a

in Paris. I could find no words with

human creature as a fact or a thing, but

not as an existence like his own. He feels
no more hate than love. For him there

whidii to rieply to him when he came to

me to tell me that he had tried to visit

my father at Coppet, and that he was

is no one but himself: all other creatur^

are mere ciphers. The force of his will
consists in the Imperturbable calculations
of his egotism : he is an able chess-player

Sony to have passed throu^ Switzer

land without seeing him. But when I had
tooaewhat recovered from the agitation
of admiration, it was followed by a fed-

whose opponent is all humankind, whom

is^ of very marked fear. Bonaparte then

he intends to checkmate. His success is

held TO power; he was thoui^t even to

or less in dsAger from the vague
flfOBpiaotiMess of liie Directory; so that

due as mudi to the qualities he lacks as

to the talents he possesses. Neither pity,

nor sympathy, nor religion, nor attach-

has the same devotion to his own inter

would be admirable.

Every time that I heard him talk I was

struck by his superiority; it was of a
kind, however, that had no relation to
that of men >in
structed and culti

vated by study, or

by society, su^ as
England and
France possess ex
amples of. But his
conversation

indi

cated that quick

to much greater advantage on horseba^

th^ on foot; in all ways it is war, and

war only, he is fitted for. His manner in

his air of

suits him best, and so

he is not sparing in the use of it. He took

pleasure already in the part of embar

rassing pec^le by

When Earth's last picture is painted, sajring di8agreeidi>le

and the tubes are twisted and drted. things: an art

When the oldest colors have faded, and

the youngest critic has died.
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need
it'lie down for an eon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen
shall set us to work anew!

wfaich he hau craoe

made a system of,

as of all other

methods of subju
gating men by de
grading them.
Stael

perception of cir
cumstances the

hunter has in pur

suing his prey.
Sometimes he re

lated the political

and military events
of his life in a very
interesting man
ner; he had even,
in narratives that

admitted gaiety, a
touch of Italian im

agination. Nothing
however, could
conquer my invin
cible alienation

from what I per

ceived in him. I
saw in his soul a

And those that were good shall be happy:

they shall sit in a goldenchair;

They shall splash at a ten-league canvas
' with brushes of comefs hair;

They shallfindrealsaints todrawfrom

Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sittmg
and never be tired at all!

And only the Master shatt praise us, and

oiily the Master shall blame;

And no one shall work for money, and

MIFE would be
a perpetual

flea hunt if a man

were obliged to nm
down all the in

nuendoes, inveraci
ties, insinuations
and misrepresenta

tions vdiic^ are ut

tered against him.
^Henry Ward

and no one shall workfor fame;

Beecher.

each, in his separate stm

Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for

HE most joy
ful thing I
know is the peace,

" L'Envoi," by Rudyard K^Ung

the silence, that

one enjoys in the

But each for the joyof the working, and

the God of Things as They Are!

cold and cutting sword, wWch froze

while woiuiding; I_ saw in his mind a

profound irony, from which nothing fine

or noble could escape, not even his own
^ory: for he despised the nation whose
suffrages he desired; and no spm of
enthusiasm mingled with his craving to
astonish theiiiunan race....

His face, thin and pale at that time, wm

very agreeable: since then he hasgaii^

fleshwhich does not become hun; for

one ne^ to bdieve such a man to

tormented by his own character, at all
to tolerate the sufferings this character

caxises others. As his stature is short,

and 3ret his waist verylong, he appeared

woods or on the t^ed lands. One sees a

poor/ heavily ladra creature with a
bundle of fagots advancing from a nar
row path in the fidds. The manner in
which this figure comes suddenly before
one is a momentary reminder of the

fimd^ental condition of human life,

toil. On the tilled land around, one

watches fig\u8 hoeing and digging. One

sees how tliis or that one rises and wipes

away the sweat with the bade of his

hand. " In the sweat of thy face shalt
thou eat bread." Is that meny, enliven

ing work? And yet it is here that I find

the true humanity, the great poetry.

^Jean Francois Millet.

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Page 161

ALBERT ffl/BBARD*S
IND now, having seen a great

always and having no more remorse than

militaxy march through a

firiendly country, the pomiM

Clotho when she weaves the thread, or

Lachesis when she cuts it. In the hour of
battle I have heard the Prince of Savoy's

and festivities of more than

one German court,the severe

struf^e of a hotly contested battle, and

the triumph of victory, Mr. Esmond
bdidd another part of military duty;
our troops entering the enem3r*8 territory

and putting all around them to fire and

8wc^; burning farms, wast^ fidds,

ahriddng women, slau^tered sons and

fiithers, and drunken soldiery, cursing

^d carousix^ in the midst of tears,

terror, and murder. Why does the statdy

Muse of History, that delicts in describ

ing the valor of heroes and the grandeur
conquest, leave out these scenes, so

and degrading, that yet form by

for the greater part of the drama of war?

You gentlemen of En^and, who live at
^me at ease and complimentyoursdves

in the scn^ of triumph with whic^ our

>jftains are bepredsed; you pretty
xnaMens that come tumbling down the
stairs when the fife uTiri dnmi cflll you,
and huzza for the British Grenadiers-

do you take account that these items go

to n^e up the amount of triumph you
and form part of the duties of

^ heroes you fondle?

Cw diief (the Duke of Marlboroi^),

wiwm England and all Europe, saving

Mty the Frenchmen, worshiped almost,

had
of the god>like in him; that he
was impassible before victory, before
dwer, before defirat.Before the greatest
tacle or the most trivial ceremony;
pefore a hundred thousand men drawn

m battalia, ot a peasant daug^tered at

the door of his burning hovd; before a

carouse of drunken German lords, or a

^nardi's court, ora cottage tablewhere

his plans were laid, of an enemjr^s
Dattery, vomiting fiame gnd death and
corpses round about him^he

cold, calm, resolute, like fate,

tte p^formed a treason or a court bow,

told a falsdiood as black as Styx, as

c^y'as he paid a compliment or spoke

about the weather. He took a mistress

id left her, he betrayed his benefactor

and supported him, or wo\ild have
'owiered him, witib the same calmness

officers say the prince became possessed

with a sort of warlike fury: his^ eyes
lighted up; he rudied hither and thither,
ragmg; ^lieked curses and encourage
ment, yelling and harking his bloody
war-dogs on, and himsdf always at the
first of the himt. Our duke was as calzn
at the mouth of a cannon as at the door

of a drawing-room. Perhaps he could

not have been the great man he was had
he had a heart either for love or hatred,

or pity or fear, or regret or remoi^. He

addeved the highest deed of daring, or
deepest calculation of thou^t, as he
performed the very meanest acticm of
whidi a man is capable; told a lie or

cheated a fond woman or robb^ a p<yf

beggar of a halipenny, with a like awM
serenity, and equal capacity of the mol

est and lowest acts of our nature.

His qualities were pretty wdl-known m

the army, wherethere were parties of afl

politics, and of plenty of shrewdness and

monarch; be

doing things, not wholly rational nor

haughty, be humble, threaten, repent,

weep, grasp your hand, or stab you
whenever he saw occasion^but yet
those of the army who knew him best

ful. Great is this organism of mud and

fire, terrible this vast, painful, i^orious

flatter a

minister or a

and had suffered most from him, admired

him most of all; and as he rode along the

lines to battle, or galloped up in the nick

of time to a battidion reding from the

enemy's charge or shot, the fainting men
and officers got new courage as they saw
the splendid calm of his face, and fdt
that his will made them irresistible.

After the great victory of Blenheim, the

enthusiasm of the army for the duke,
even of his bitterest personal enemies
in it, amounted to a sort of rage: nay,
the very officers who cursed hitn in their

hearts were among the most frantic to

dieer him. Who could refuse his meed of

admiration to such a victory and such a

victor? Not he who writes: a man may

profess to be ever so much a philosopher,

but he who fought on that day must fed

a thrin of pride as he recalls it.
William M. Thackeray.

wit; but there existed such a perfect am-

Soft is the music that would diarm

world, and such a faith and admiration

^^^KHERE is, finally, aphilosophic piety

fidence in him, as the first captam of pe

in his prodigious genius and fortune,
that the very men whom he notonoudy
cheatedof their pay, the chiefs whom he
used and injured^for he used all^ men,
great and small, that came near him, as
his instruments, alike, and took some

thing of theirs, either some qu^ty ot

some property: the blood of a soldiCT, it

might be, or a jewded hat or a hundred
thousand crowns from the king, ot a

portion out of a starving sentind's three

farthings; or when he was young, a Mss
from a woman, and the gold chain off h

forever.William Wordsworth.

which has the universe for its object.

This feeling, common to andient and

modem Stoics, has an obvious justifica

tion in man's dependence upon the

natural world and in its service to many

sides of the mind. Such justification of

cosmic piety is rather obscured than sup

ported by Ae euphemisms and ambigui

ties in which these philosophers usually
indulge in their attempt to preserve the
customary religious unction
For the
more they personify the uniyerse and

neck, tflVing all he could from woman ot

give it the name of God the more they

turn it into a devil. The imiverse, so far

godlike in him, that he could see a hero

perish or a sparrow fall with the same

as we can observe it, is a wonderful and

immense engine; its extdit, its order, its
beauty, its cruelty, makes it alike impres

man, and having, as I said, this of the

amount of ssrmpathy for either.
Not that he had no tears, he could always
order up this reserve at the proper
moment to battle; he could draw upon
tears or smUes alike, and whenever need

was for using this cheap coin. He would

cringe to a du^black, and he would

sive. If we Hrqmnrize its life and con-

cdve its spirit, we are filled with wcMider,

terror, and amusement, so magnificent is
that spirit, so prolific, inexorable, gram-

maticalf and dull. Like all animals and

plants, the cosmos has its own way of

ideally best, but patient, &tal, and fruit

esperiment. Why should we not look on

the universe with piety? Is it not our

substance? Are we made of other d^?

All our possibilities lie from eternity

hidden in its bosom. It is the dispenser of

all our joys. We may address it without

superstitious terrors; it is not wicked. It
follows its own habits abstractedly; it
can be trusted to be true to its word.

Sodety is not impossible between it and

us, and since it is the source of all our
energies, the home of all our happmess,
diall we not ding to it and praise it,
seeing that it vegetates so grandly and
so sadly, and that it is not for us to

blame it for what, doubtless, it never

knew that, it did?George Santayana.

Industry, economy, honesty and kind

ness form a quartette of virtues that will
never bd improved upon.-~"James Ohver.

^^KhE main thing about a book is not

V^in what it sajrs, but in what it asto
and suggests. The interrogation-point is
the accusing finger of orthodoxy, whidi
would rather be denounced thfui ques
tioned.^Horace Traubd.

||Y phik)sophy makes lifethe system

of fedings and desiressupreme;

and leaves knowledge merely the port ot

observer. This system of fedings is a
fact in our minds about which there can

be no dispute, a fact of ^ch we have

intuitive knowledge, a knowledge not

inferred by argj^ents, norgenerated by

reasonings which can be recdved or

ne^ected as we choose. Only such face-

to-face knowledge has reality. It alone

can get Ufe in motion, since it springs

from life.^Fidite.
sublime and the ridiculous are

often so nearly related that it is

difficult to dass them separatdy.

step above the sublime makes the

ridiculous, and one step abovethe ridicu-

k>U8

the sublime again.

^Thomas Paine.

Page H2

T had been part of Nelson's

crew, he took out his handkerchief, and

prayer, that the British fleet

covered his face and his stars. Had he

might be distinguished by

but concealed these badges of honor

humanity in the victory

from the enemy, England perhaps would

which he ecpected. Setting

an example himsdf, he twice gave orders
to cease firing on the Redoubtable, sup
posing that ^e had
struck, because her
guns were silent;

for, as she carri^

no flag there was no'
means of instant

ly ascertaining the
fact

From this

ship, whidi he had

t^us twice spared,

he received his
death. A ball fired
from her mizzentc^, which, in the
then situation of

the two vessels,

was not more than,

^een yards firom

that part of the
deck where he was
standingjstruckthe
^ulet on his left
Moulder, about a

not have had cause to receive with sor

row the news of the battle of Trafalgar.

The cockpit was crowded with wounded

What is this, the sound and rumor?

What is this that all men hear,

Z4ke the wind in hottow vaXleys when

the storm is drawing near,
like the rotting on of the ocean in the
eventide offear?

*T is the people marching on.

Whither go they, and whence come they?

What are these of whom ye tell?

In wfiat country are they dweUing 'twixt

the gates of heaven and hell?

Are they mine or thine for money? Will

they serve a master weU?
Still the rumor's marching on.

Hark the rotting of the thunder?

Lo, the sun! and lo, thereunder
Riseth wrath and hope and wonder.
And the host comes marching on.

Forth they come from grief and torment;

on they wend towards health and

quarter after one,

mirth,
just in the heat of AU the wide world is their dwelling,

action.He fdl upon

every comer of the earth.
his face, on the Buy them, sell them for thy service!
spot which was

covered wi^ his

Por secretary's

blood. Hardy, who

a few steps

from him, turning

rwmd, saw three

men raising him
up
** They have

doneformeat last.

Try the bargain what *tis worth.

For the days are marching on.
These are they who build thy houses,
weave thy raiment, win thy wheat.
Smooth the rugged, fill the barren, turn
the bitter into sweet,

AU for thee this dayarul ever. What

reward for them is meet

Till the host conies marcfung on?

(Conduded on next page)

Hardy,"said he. "I

hope

y Page 163

ffUBBARD'S

no^" cried Hardy. " Yes," he

relied; my backbone isshot throu^."

Tet even now, not for a moment losing

hispresent ofmind,he ob8erved,a8 tiiey
wwe cwrj^ing him ^wn the ladder, that
the tiller ropes, which had b^ diot

were not yet replaced, and ordered

Mtnewon^shouldbezoveimmediately:
wtcai*i that he mi|^t not be seen by the

though often sent for, couldnot leavethe

deck. Nelson feared that some fatal
cause prevented him, and repeatedly

cried: " Will no onebring Hardyto me?

he must be killed; he is surely dead!"

L An hour and ten minutes elapsed

from the time when Nelson received

with a heart almost bursting; hastened

up on deck. By this time all feding
below the breast was gone; and Nelscm,

having made the surgeon ascertain this,

said to him: " You know I am g^e. I

know it. I feel somethmg nsmg m my

breast," putting his

anddyingmen; over

his wound before

whose bodies he
was with some diffi-

to him. Theyshook Many a hundred years passed over have Beattjr's mquin^
hands m sUence;
they labored de<tf and blind;
whether his p^

culty conveyed,
and laid upon a

pallet in the mid

shipmen's berth
C It was soon per

Hardy could come

upon

Hardy in vain Never tidings reached their sorrow, never was very ^t, he
struggling to sup-

hope their toil mightfind,

rq)lied,

ceived, upon exam

ination, that the

limest moment. Oye rich men, hear and tremble,for with jrace,

wound was mortal.

said Nelson, " how "Once for you and death we labored: l(^er

This, however, was

concealed from all

except Captain
Hardy, the chap
lain, and the medi
cal attendants. He

himself being cer

tain, from the sen
sation in his back,
^d the gush of

C" Well. Hardv "

words the sound ts nfe:

g^ the day w^

changed henceforward is the strife,

replied Hardv*

'

world of men andlife;

like to live a hWe

"ten shiS have

And our host is marching on,"

tone, he added:

t^'^van'' have "U it war, then? Willyeperish as thedry pSltoSTtf

Isit^e'^ertp'Af^.letyourhope

Come%ZmeTM life awaketh, and the Pjed

"'''lAThtiXm^cUng^.-

mentarily within
his breast, that no
human care could
avail him, insisted
that the sturgeon
should leave him,

round, and have "On we march then, we the workers, after fj

and attend to
tiiose to whom he

of ^ sh^ have
struckl" Hardy

can do nothing for

me." All that could
be done was to fan

himwith paper,and
fr^uently to give
him

lemonade

to

alleviate his intense thirst. Hewas in great

banner that we bear,

And the world is mmching oru gw^ajcd ^

answered, " There

Hark the rotting of the thunder?
was no fear of
Lo, the sun! and lo, thereunder
Sfe
that." Then, and
Riseth wrath and hope and wonder
not till then. NelAnd the host comes marching on, ^emy ^
son spoke of him- The March of the Workers," by William Manis
impossible

^ soing
overwithmesoon.Comenearertome.Let

pain, and expressed much anxiety for the

my dear Lady HamUton have my hair,

event of the action, which now began to

declare itself. As often as a ship struck,
the crew of the Victory hurrahed: and at

Hardy observed that he hoped Mr.

every hurrah a visible expression of joy

gleamed in the eyes and marked thecountenance of tiie dsring hero. But he became

impatient to seeHs^yiandasthatofficer

And

afew mmutes

us? " " Very well " We are men, and we shall battle for the inthe s^e

blood he fdt mo

might be usefrd;
"for," said he,"you

& if^t

press the feelings Now at last they've heard

hear it, that he wish^ he
of that most pain<^nd the cry comes down the. mnd,
w^ dead Yet,
fill and yet subAnd their feet are m^ctung on, said he, m a loww

and all other things belonging to me."

Beatty could yet hold out some pro^

pect of life. " O no." he replied; it S8

inqx)asible. My back is shot throu^^

Beatty will tell you so." Hardy then,
oncc more, shook hands with hun. and

^ perceive them

di^rtly;
"
bargamed for ^"^enly. ^^^d

stronger voice, he sad. Mct^H^

hui^f lie
while I live. Hardy,
Nelson, m^ectudly endeavoring to

Page 164

^LBBRSr flUBBARD^S

raise himself from the bed:," do you

andior." His previous orders for pre
paring to anchor had shown clearly he
firaaw the necessity of this. Presently,
calling Hardy back, he said to him, in
alowvoice;"Don'tthrowmeoverboard;"
tod he desired that he might be buried
by his parents, unless it should please the
King to orderotherwise. Then reverting
to private feelings: " Take care of my
dearLadyHamilton, Hardy: take care of
p<r Lady Hamilton. "Kiss me. Hardy,"

s^d he. Hardy knelt down and kiss^

his dieek; and Nelson said, ** Now I am

^tisfied. Thank God, I have done my

dutyI" Hardy stood over him in silence
for a moment or two, then knelt again
and kissed his forehead. " Who is that? "

said Nelson; and being informed, he

rcpUed, " God bless you. Hardy," And

Hardy Aen left him^forever. Nelson

now desired to be turned upon his right

side, and said, " I wish I had not left

the deck;
I shall soon be gone."
Death was, indeed, rapidlyapproaching.
He said to the chaplain, " Doctor, I
have not been a great sinner;" and
after a short pause, " Remember that I

leave Lady Hamilton and mydaughter

Horatia^ as a legacy to my country.**
His articulation now became diffic^t;
but he was distinctly heard to say,
" Thank God, I have done my dutyf"
These words he repeatedly pronounced;

Page 165

With this I will

jT takes,** says Thoreau, in

cross.'* And it went down into the water.

the noblest tod most useful

But the log was too buoytot, it floated,

And the River toswered, " Cross me

passage I remember to have

read in toy modem author,
" two to speak truthone
to speak tod toother to hear." He must
be very little experienced, or have no
great zeal for truth, who does not recog
nize the fact. A grain of toger or a grain

alone."

of suspicion produces strtoge acoustical

thick log, tod it said,

tod almost drew the soul from its feet.

C And the soul stood on the btok tod

cried: " Oh, River of Life! How am I to
cross; I have tried all roads tod they
have failed me? "
^

And the soid went down into the water,

tod it crossed." The River of Life,**
by Olive Schreiner.

effects, tod makes the ear greedy to

Joy is not in things; it is in us.^Wagner.

truce. To speak truth there must be

|p<HEN thou seest the great prelates

\3J with splendid mitres of gold tod

precious stones on their heads, tod
silver croziers in htod; there they sttod
at the altar, decked with fine copes tod
stoles of brocade, chtoting those beauti
ful vespers tod masses, very slowly, tod
with so many grtod ceremonies, so mtoy
orgtos and choristers, that thou art
struck with amazement . . . .

Men feed upon the vtoities tod rejoice

in these pomps, tod saythatthe Churchof

gold mitres tod fewer chalices, for indeed

after four^three hours and a quarter

whereas our prelates, for the sake of ob

taining chalices, will rob the poor of their
sole metos of support. But dost thou

after he had received his wound.

^Robert &uthey.

do not lack strength; they lack

will.Victor Hugo.

a^UL stood on the bank of the

^ver ofLife, and it had to cross it.

And first it found a reed, and it tried

to CTOss with it. But the re^ ran into its
hand at the top in fine splinters and bent

when it leaned on it. Then the soul found

a staff and it tried to cross with it: and

the sharp end ran into the groimd, and

t^e soultried to draw it, but it couldnot;
tod it stood in the water by its staff.
Then it got out tod found ,a broad

up to relieve the needs of the poor;

know what I would tell thee? In the

primitive church the chalices were ot

wood, the prelates of gold; in these days

the Church hath chalices of gold tod
prelates of wood.Savonarola.

Quiet minds cto not be perplexed or

frightened, but go on in fortune or mis
fortune at their own private pace, like a
clock during a thunderstorm.
^Robert Louis Stevenson.

fencing bout, tod misapprehensions to

become ingrained. And there is toother

side to this, for the parent begins with
to imperfect notion of the child's ch^acter, formed in early years or during
the equinoctial gales of youth; to this
he adheres, noting only the facts which
suit with his preconception; tod wher
ever a person ftocies himself unjustly
judged, he at once tod finally giv^es up

chosen friends, on the other hand, tod

imdersttoding is love's essence), the

truth is easily indicated by the one tod
aptly compr^ended by the other.

anger, tod thou wilt wonder that toy

fools should be wroth.^Robert Dodsley.

so so

Co-operation is not a sentimentit is to

economic necessity.Charles Steinmetz.
So

a sourceof peace tod happiness... In my

years of youth I was delighted when the doorbell rtog, for I thought, now it

(the great romtotic adventure) had

come. But in later years my feding on

the same occasion had something rather
akin to terror^I thought, there it comes!
Schopenhauer.

so so

To write well is to think well, to feel

wdl, tod to render well; it is to possess at
once intellect, soul, tod taste.^Buffon.
so so

|[PIRITUAL forces when manifested

in man exhibit a sequence, a succes

A hint taken, a look imderstcwd, con

veys tihe gist of long tod delicate ex-

sion of steps. It follows, therefore, that

even yea tod nay become liiminous. In

omitted to put forth his strength in a

work which he knows to be in harmony

pltoations; tod where the life is kno^,

the closest of all relationsthat of a

love well-foimded tod equally shared-

when a mto at one period of his liife has

with ^e divine order of things, there

comes a time, sooner or later, when a

speech is half discarded, like a round

about infantile process or a ceremony of
formal etiquette; tod the two commimicate directly by their presences,

of his omitted action ought to have ap

tod withfew looks tod fewer words coi^

trive to share their good and evil tod

litilfiB in the chain of consequences. The

measure of that void is the measure of his

past inaction, tod that mto will never

quite readi tiie same levd of attainment

uphold each other's hearts in joy. For

love rests uix>n a phjrsical basis; it is a
familiarity of nature's making tod apart
from voluntary choice. Understtoding
has in some sort outrun knowledge, for

Consider how few things are worthy of

^Robert Louis Stevenson.

tod sadness, while Age is valitotly

cheerful . . . . A chief lesson of youth
should be to learn to enjoy solitude

still more between lovers (for mutual

what few they possessed were broken

set down in words^ay, althoui^ Shake

speare himsdf should be the scribe.

course is apt to degenerate into a verbal

hence between parent tod child inter

the effort to speak truth so With oi^

times. The former, it is true, had^ fewer

pulsion; tod between mto tod wfe the

Itoguage of the body is largely developed
tod grown strtogely doquent a>The
thought that prompted tod was con
veyed in a caress would only lose to be

jf^fOUTH has a certain mdtocholy

divine worship so well conducted as at

present.... likewise that the first prel
ates were inferior to these of our own

more thto cto be uttered; each lives by

faith, tod believes by a natural com

moral equality or else no respect; tod

Christ was never so flourishing, nor

and they were the last words which he

"^ered. He expired at thirty minutes

remark offence. Hence we find those who

have once quarreled carry themselves

disttotly, tod are ever ready to break the

to be perturbed or douded. Each knows

the affection perhaps begto with the

acquainttoce; tod as it was not made
like other relations, so it is not, like them.

void will be perceived; when the fruits

peared, tod do not; they are the missing

that he mi^t have touched, had he

divindy energized his lost moments.

^Priedridi Froebd.
so s o

Whoever serves his country wdl has

no ne^ of tocestors.^Voltaire.

N sober verity I will con

fess a truth to thee, reader.

head, etc.,the finer the flesh there

of;'* and what are commonly the world's

I love a Foolas naturally

received fools but such whereof the world

as if I were of kith and kin

is not worthy? And what have been some

to him. When a child, with

(Mdlike apprehensions, that dived not

bdow the surface of the matter, I read

those Parablesnot guessing at the

involvedwisdomhad more yearnings

towards that sim

ple architect, that

'built his hou^ up>

on the sand, than

I entertain^ for
his more cautious

neighbor;lgrudged

of the kindliest patterns of our> species,

but so many darlings of absurdity, min
ions of the goddess, and her white boys?
Reader, if you wrest my words beyond
their fair construction, it is you, and

It hain t no use togrumble and complane;

It *sjest as cheapand easy to rejoice.
rain,

Wy rain *s my choice.
Men ginerly, to dtt intents

sure pronounced
upon tile quiet soul

Puts most theyr trust in Providence,

thatkeptl^talent;
udprizing their
amplicity b^^d

1^.moreprovident
and, to my ap-

^^dbiisnsiaa, some

tmfenumne

urariness

of thdr

competitors I
felt a kindness,
t h a t almost
amounted to a teti'

dre, for those five

thoughtless vir
gins. I have never

itu<ie an acquain
tance

since

that

lasted, or a friend-

not I, that are the

April Fool,
Charles Lamb.

When Godsorts out the weather and ser^s

at the haird cen-

what

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/f^CHOPEN-

HAUER'S

diaracterwas made

up of that com
Although they're apt to grumble some bination
of seem

takes things as they come

That is, the common^ity

ing contradictions
which is the pecu
liarity of all great

Of men that's lived as long as me men. He had the

Has watchedthe world enughtolearn audacity
child
They're not the boss of this concern. hood, andof
the tim
idity of genius
With some, of course, ifs different
I
saw young men that knowedit all, He was suspicious
like the way things went

' On this terrestchul ball;

Butall the same,the rain,some way.

Rainedjest as hard onpicnic day;
Er, when they raUly wanted it.

It mayby wotdd n't rain a bit!

In tJiis existunce, dry and wet

Witt overtake the best of men
Some little shift o* clouds 'II shet
The sun off now and then,

of every one, and

ineffably kindhearted. With stu

pidity in every
form he was blunt,
even to violence;

yet his manner

and courtesy were
such

buted

as

to

is

attri

gentie-

men of the old

school. If he was

ship that answered.

(Cencluded oa nert page)
wi|b any that had
an egotist, he was
not some tincture of the absurd in their
also charitable to excess; and who shall

charters

I venerate an honest obli

quityofimderstanding. The more laud

able blundeiB a man shall gnmtnit inyour

o^npray, tiie more tests he g^veth you

Mt he^ mt betray oroverreach you.

I low the safety which a palpable haUu-

ci^^on waitants, thfe security which a

wcJrd outofse^n ratifies. And takemy

word for this,reader, and say a fool told

it jreu,if you please, that he whohath not

a dr^'of folly inhismixture hatihi points

0^ mu^ worse matter in his composi
tion. It is observed that **thefoolisher

fowl^ or fish, woodcock, dotterels, cod's

say that charity is not the egotism of

great natures? He was honesty itself,

and yet thought every one wished to

cheat him. To mislead a possible thief

he labeled his valuables Arcana Medica,

put his bank notes in dictionaries and
his gold pieces in ink bottles. He slept
on the ground floor, that he might
escape easily in case of fire. If he heard
a noise at night he snatched at a pistol,
which he kept loaded at his bedside ....
Kant's biography is full of similar va
garies, and one has but to turn to the

history of any of the thinkers whose

names are landmarks in literature, to

find that eccentricities no less striking

have also been recorded of them.

Edgar Saltus.

_ 18 dangerous for a man too sud

denly or too easily to believe him
self. Wherefore let us examine, watch,

observe, and inspect our own hearts, for

we

ourselves

our

greatest

himself, it would be the better for us all.

What can be more reasonable than this
daily review of a life that we can not
warrant for a moment? Our fate is set,
and the first breath we draw is only our
first motion toward our last. There is a

great variety in our lives, but all tends

to the same issue.

We are bom to lose and to peri^, to

hope and to fedr,

are

terers. We should

And mayby, whSlse ym^re wundem who

You've fool-like lent yourumbrelV to,

every night call

And want itouftt pop the sun.

flat

What infirmity
have

mastered

today? What pas

sionopposed?Vhiat
temptation re
sisted? What virtue
acquired? ac>
Our vices will abate
of themselves if

shrift.Oh the bless

ed sleep that fol

lows such a diaryl
C Oh the tran
quillity, liberty,
and greatness of
that

mind which

is a spy upon itsdf, and a private

censor upon its
own manners I

It is my custom

there is no anti

dote against a com

It aggervates the farmers, too

Er work, er waitin' round to do

joy is in the con
Before the plowin''s done:
science
And mayby, likeas not,the wheat.
Seneca.
Jest as ifs lookin* hard to beat.
Will ketch the stormandjest about
U every man's
The time the corn's a-jinttn out,

These-here cy-clones a-fool^'

And back'ard crops!and wind and

they be brought
every day to the

and others, and

And you'tt beglad you hain'tgot none! mon ^amity but

virtue; for the
They's too much wet, er too much sun, foimdation of true

ourselves to an account

to vex ourslves

rain!

. .

And yit thecom thafs waUerd down

May elbow up agtdn!
They hain't no sense, as I can see,
Fermortuls,sichasus,tobe
A-faultin' Natchufs unsemtents,

life pilgrim
age, however unblest, there are
holy places where
he is made to

feel his kinship

with the Divine;
where the heavensbend low over his

And lockin' horns with Providence! head and ax^els

It hain't nousetogrumble andcomplme; come and minister
It's jest as cheap and easy to rejoice. unto him These
When God sorts out the weather and are the places of
sends rain,

, .

W'y, rain's my choice.

" Wet-Weather Talk,"*6y Janes Whttconih IHley

every night, so
soon as the candle is out, to nm over we

words and actions of the past day; ^d I

let nothing escape me, for why should

I fear the si^t of my errors when I can
admonish and forgive myself? I was a

little too hot in such a dispute; ^

opinion might well have^ been witimeW,

for it gave offence and did no good. The

thing was true; but all truths are not to

sacrifice, the meet

ing-ground of mor
tal and immortal,

the tents of trial

wherein are waged the great spiritual

combats of man's life. Here are the tears

and agonies and the bloody sweat 6f

Grkhsemane

Happy the man who,

looking ba<^, can say of himsdf:" Here,

too. was the victory!"
^Michad Monahan.

Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it

be spoken at all times.

every day, and at last we can not break

I would I had held my tongue, for there

is no contending, either with fools or
with our superiors. I have done ill, but

The highest and most lofty trees have

it shall be so no more.

If every tnfln would but then look into

it.^Horace Mann.

the most reason to dread the thunder.

Charles Rollin.

ALBERT HUBBARD^S

Page 168

ECONDLY, I ciyoin and re

quire that no ecclesias

tic, missionary, or ndmster
of anysect whatsoever,shall
ever hold or exercise any

station or duty whatsoever in the said

CoUege; nor shall any such person ever
be admitted for any purpose, or as a

visitor, within the premises appropri

ated to the purposes of the said College:
In mnlring

restriction, I do not

mean to cast any reflection upon any

sect or person whatsoever; but as there

is such a multitude of sects, and such a

diversity of opinion amongst them, I

desire to keep the tender minds of the
cnphans, who are to derive advantage

from thte bequest, free from the excite

ment which clashing doctrines and
sectarian controversy are so apt to pro

duce; my desire is, that all the instruc

tors and teachers in the college, shall
take pains to instill into the minds of the

scholars, the purest principles of moraUty, so that, on their entrance into

active life, they may, from inclination
and habit, evince benevolence toward
their fellow creatures, and a love of

truth, sobriety arid industry, adopting at

the same time, such religious tenets as
their matured reason may enable them
to prefer.^From the Will of Stephen

HRffiNDS; I know how vain it is to

Id a grief with words, and yet I
wish to take from every grave its fear.

Here in this world, where life and death

are equal kings, all should be brave
enough to meet with all the dead have

met. The future has been filled with fear,

stained and polluted by the heartless
past. From the wondrous tree of life the

buds and blossoms fall with ripened fruit,

and in the common bed of earth, the

patriarchs and babes sleep side by side.

Why should we fear that which will come
to all that is?

We can not tell, we do not know, which

is the greater blessing^life or death.

We do not know whether the grave is
the end ofthis life, or the door ofanother,
or whether the night here is not some
where else a dawn. Neither can we tell
which is the more fortunate^the child

d3ring in its mother's arms, before its

lips have learned to form a word, or he
who joumejrs alt the length of life's un

even road, painfully taking the last

slow steps with staff and crutch.
Every cradle asks us, '* Whence? " and
every coflBn, " Whither? "
The poor

barbarian, weeping above his dead, can

answerthese questions as intelligenliy as

the robed priest of the most authentic
creed. The tearful ignorance of the One

is just as consoling as the learned ^i^d .

Girard.

immeaning words of the other. No nttui,

Hubbard's Note:^The heirs tried to break this
will with Daniel Webster's assistance. Their con-

tmtion was founded largely upon this paragraph.

Nevertheless the will prevailed before the Su

preme Court of the United States.

Go not abroad; retire into thyself, for

truth dwells in the ixiner man.

standing where the horizon of a life^has

touched a grave, has any right to px;ophesy a future filled with pain and tears.

It may be that death gives all there is of

worth to life. If those we press and

strain against our hearts could never

die, perhaps that love would wither from

Saint Augustine.

the earth. Maybe this common fate

fHOULD the wide world roll away,

_ ' Leaving black terror,

treads from out the paths between our

hearts the weeds of selfishness and hate,
and I had rather live and love where

Lrimitless night.

Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand

Would be to me essential.
If thou and thy white arms were there

And the fall to doom a long way.

St^hen Crane.

death is king, than have eternal life

where love is not. Another life is naught,
imless we know and love again the ones
who love us here.

They who stand with aching hearts

around this little grave need have no

fear. The larger and the nobler faith in

You believe that easily which you hope

for earnestly.^Terence.

aU that is and is to be, tells us that

deatJi, even at its worst, is only perfect

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rest. We know that throu^ the common

under heavy penalties. 4[ Hiey became a

wants of life^the needs and duties of

nation of law-breakers. Nine-tentte of

each hourtheir griefs will lessen day

by day, until at last this grave will be to

the colonial men^ants were smu^ers.

Nearly half of the signers of the Declara

tion of Independence were bred to com
merce, to the command of ships and to

them a place of rest and peacealmost

of joy. There is for them this consola

contraband trade. John Hanco^ wasthe

tion. The dead do not suffer. And if they

live again, their lives will surely be as

prince of contraband traders; and with

John Adams as his counsel, was on

good as ours. We have no fear. We are all

children of the same

trial

mother, and the same

miralty coxui: in Bos

ton, at the exact hour

fate awaits us all.

We, too, have oiw re

ligion, and it is this:

Help for the living

Hope

for

the

dead.

^Robert G. IngersoU.
T is a mistake to
suppose

that

planting colonies in the

New World the nations

of Europe were moved

Out of the dusk a shadow,

Out of the cloud a silence.

Out of the heart a rapture.

Then, a pain,

Out of the dead, cold ashes.

Life again.
"Evolution," by John BanisterTabb

tion, carried on by joint stock com

panies for the benefit of corporations.
[ While our Revolution was in progress
Adam Smith, when discussing and con

demning the colonial s3rstem, declar^

that " England had founded an empire

in the New World for the sole purpose of
raising customers for her trade."
When the colonies had increased in

numbers and wealth, the purpose of the

mother coimtry was disclosed in the

legislation and regulations by which the

colonies were governed.
Whatever did not enhance the trade and

commerce of England was deemed unfit

to be a part of the colonial policy.
Worse even than its effects on the in-

dustiy of the colonies was the influence

of this policy on political and commer
cial morality. The innumerable arbitiary

laws enacted to enforce it created^ a

thousand new crimes.Transactions whidi

ad

first bloOd at Lexing

ton, to answer for a

^00,000 penalty al

Then, a lark;

Colonies were planted for the pxirpose of

raising up customers for home trade. It
was a matter of business and specula

the

of ^e shedding of the

Then a spark;

mainly by a philan
thropic impulse to ex
tend the area of liberty and civilization.

before

leged to have been in*

ciured as a smu^er.
C Half the tonnage of
the world was engaged
in smuggling or piracy.
The war of indepen
dence was a war against
commercial despotism;
against an industrial

policy whidi oppressed and tortured the

industry of our fathers, and would have

r^uced them to perpetual vassalage for

the gain of England.James A. Garfield.

E who every morning plans the
transactions of the day, and follows

out that plan, carries a thread that will

^ide him through the labyrinth of the

most busy life. The orderly arrangement

of his time is like a ray of light whidi
darts itsdf through
his occupations.
But where no plan is laid, where the

disposal of time is surrendered merely

to the chance of incidents, all things lie

huddled together in one chaos, which
admits of neither distribution nor re- view.^Hugo.

Amid my list of blessings infinite,

Stands t^is iJie foremost,

" That my heart has bled."
^Edward Young.
It is not he that enters upon tmy career,

or starts in any race, but he that runs

the colonists thought necessary to the

welfare, and in no way repugnant to the

well and perseverin^y that gains the

' moral sense of good men, were forbidden

own conscience.Alexander Campb^.

plaudits of others, or the approval of.his

^LBBRar HUBBARD'S

Page 170

HE life of a people is a tis

sue of crimes, miseries, and
follies. That is no less true

of Penguinia than of other

nations

-^aJRsAI*

the Penguins should be the enemies of

the Marsouins! Don't you know what

patriotism means? For me there are only
two possible battlecries: * Long live the
Penguins! Death to the Marsouins! ' "

will, he orders that a fifth part of the

spoil shall always be reserved for the
Prophet
It is not true that he excludes women

Anatole France.

from Paradise. It is hardly likely that

so able a man should have ^osen to em

(fynasty. Travelling one day through a

(HIS Mahomet, son of Abdallah,

broil himself with that half of the human

the pure air, he sat down on a bench at

the foot of an oak tree, near a thatched
cottage. On the doorstep a woman was
sueUing an infant; a youngster was
playing with a big dog; a blind old man,
seated in the sun, was drinking in the

in his tenth chapter, " Who but God can

have composed the Koran? Do you think
Mahomet has forged this book? Well,
try and write one chapter resembling it,
and call to your aid whomsoever you
please." In the seventeenth chapter, he
exclaims, " Praise be to him who in a
single ni^t transported his servant
from the sacred temple of Mecca to that
of Jerusalem!"
This was a fine journey, but nothing

Oratian, the sage, toured Penguinia in

the time of the last of the Draconide

lovdy valley where cow bells tinld^ in

l^t of day through half-opened lips.

C The master of die house, a robust

young man, offered Gratian bread and

milk and, the Marsouin philosopher

after partaking of this repast, exclaimed,
" Kindly inhabitants of a gentle land,
. I thank you. Everything here breathes
joy, concord and peace."

was a sublime charlatan. He says

compared to the one he took that same

night from planet to planet. He pretended

" What is that lively tune? " demanded

that it was five htmdred years' journey

from one to the other, and that he had
cleft the moon in twain. His disciples who,
after his death, collected in a solemn
manner the verses of his Koran, sup

Gratian

press^ this celestial journey, for they

Bven as he ^ke, however, a shepherd

passed, playing a martial air upon his
baginpes

" That *s our war hymn against the

Marsouins," repliedthe peasant." Every
body here sings it. Little children Imow

it before they can talk. We are all good

Penguin patriots."
" You don't like the Marsouins? "

" We hate Aem."

" For what reason do you hate them ? "

" How can you ask? They are our
neigihbors, are n't they? "
" Undoubtedly."
" Well, that *8 the reason the Penguins
hate the Marsouins."
" Is that a reason? "

" Certainly. T^o says ' nei^bors ' says.

enemies' ^

Look at the field which

toudies mme. It belongs to the man I

hate most in the world. After him my
worst enemies are the people of the
village on the othier slope of the valley
at the foot of that birch wood. In this

narrow valley, closed in on all sides,

^ere is only that village and my village.

^ course ^ey are enemies. Every time
our c^ps meet theirs, they exchange

' ic^tSuand blows. And you don't seewhy

di^ded raillery and ration^ization.

After all, they had more delicacy than

was needed. They might have trusted

to the commentators, who Would have
found no difficulty in explaining the

itinerary

Mahomet's friends should

have known by experience that the

marvelous is the reason of the multi
tude. The wise contradict in a silence,
which the multitude prevents their

brealdng. But while the itinerary of the

planets was suppressed, a few words were

retained about the adventure of the

race by which the other half is led

Abulf^a relates that an old woman one

J3001C

served and morality to flourish. Lat^,

disgraced and poor, he teaches them

He practices them, alike in greatness and
in hmnility. He renders virtue ami
able, and has for his disciples the most
ancient and wisest people upon the
earth

j
Mahomet is admired for having raised
himself from being a camel driver, to be a

day importuned him

to tell her what she

must do 'to get into

Paradise. " My good

lady," said he, " Para

dise

is

not

for

old

women." The good

woman began to weep;

but the Prophet con

soled her by sajring,
" There will be no old

women, because they

will become young

again." This consolat

ory doctrine is confirm
ed in the fifty-fourth
diapter of the Koran.
He forbade wine, be
cause some of his fol
lowers once went intox

icated to prayers. He
allowed a plurality of
wives, conforming in

AprU, AprU,
Laugh thy girlish laughter;
Then, the moment after.
Weep thy girlish tears!
AprU, that mine ears

Like a lover greetest,

If I tell thee, sweetest.
All my hopes and fears,
April, April,

pontiff, a legislator, apd

a monardi, for hav^

subdued Arabia, whidi

had never before been

subjiigated; for having

given the first shock
to the Roman Empire
in the East, and to that
of the Persians
But
/ admire him still more

foir having kept peace

in his house amongst,
his wives.

He changed the face of

part of Europe, one
half of Asia, and nearly

Laugh thy golden laughter.

But, the moment after.

rdigion unlikdy at
one time, to subju

Weep thy golden tears!

gate the whole earth.

a On how trivial a

* Song," hy Wmiam Watson

this point to the immemorial usage of the

^nentals
In short, his dvil laws
are gocxl; his doctrine is admirable for
all it has in common with ours, but his

means are shockihg-charlatanry and

murder

Page 171

He is excused by some on the first of

these charges, because, say they, the

all of Africa. N^or vm

circumstance will revolutions sometimes

depend! A blow from a stone< a little

harder than that which he received in
his first battle, might have changed
the destinies of the world.*Voltaire.
He who loveth a book wiH never want a

faith)^ friend, a wholesome counsellor,

a cheerful companion, or an effectual

Arabs had a himdred and twenty-four

comforter.Isaac Barrow^

thousand prophets before him, and there

could be no great harm in the appear

/^VERY man will have his own cri-

ance of one more. Men, it is added, re

quire to be deceived. But how are we to

others. I depend veiy much on the effect"

prose, consisting of about three thousand

justify a man who says, " Either be

of affliction. I consider how a man comes

verses
No poem ever advanced the
fortunes of its author so much as the

Angel Gabriel, or pay me tribute? "

moon; one can not forever be on one's

guard 9^ 9^

The Koran is a rhapsody, without

connection, without order, and without
art.... It is a poem or a sort of rhjrmed

Koran

He has the hiunility to confess that he

himself will not enter Paradise because of

his own merits, but purely by the wUl

of God. Throu^ this same pure Divine

lieve that I have conversed with the

How superior is Confucius^the first of

terion in forming his judgment of

out of the furnace; gold will lie for a

month in the fun^ace without losing a

grain.Ri^ard Cecil.

mortals who did not claim to have been

favored with divine revelations! He em

ploys neither falsehood nor the sword,

but only reason. As viceroy of a great
province he causes the laws to be ob-

If wrinkles must be written upon our

brows, let them not be written upon the

heart. The spirit should not grow old.
James A. Garfield,

Pi^e 172

'BLBBRT HUBBARD*S
HERS is nothing to make
one indignant in the mere
fact that life is hard, that
men should toil and suffer

pain. The planetary condi

tions once for all are such, and we can
stand it. But that so many men, by mere

^OOIC,

it, and the many moral fruits it would

bear, would preserve in the midst of a
pacific civilization the manly virtues
which the military party is so afraid of
seeing disappear in peace. We should get

toug^ess without callousness, authority

with as little criminal cruelty as possible,
and painful work done cheerily because
the duty is temporary, and threatens
not as now, to degrade the whole re

accidents of birth and opportunity,

should have a life of nothing else but
toil and pain and hardness and inferiority
imposed upon them, should have no
vacation, while others natively no more
deserving never get any taste of this
campaigning life at allthis is capable
of arousing indigpiation in reflective
minds. It may end by seeming shameful
to all ofiis that some of us have nothing
but campaigning, and others nothing but

MORD, let me never tag amoral to a

unmanly

alive. Show me that as in a river, so in a

If nowand this is my idea^there were,

instead of military conscription, a con
scription of the whole youthfid jwpu-

writing, clearness is the best quality, and

a little that is pure is worth more than

lation to form for a certain number of

Teach me to see the local color without

being blind to the inner light.
Give me an ideal that will stand the

years a part of the army enlisted against

Nature, the injustice would tend to be
evened out, and nimierous other goods
to

the

commonwealth

would

follow.

mainder of one's life.^William James.

sl^crapers, wo^d our gilded youtb^ be

drafted off, according to their choice
to get the diildishness loiocked out of

them, and to come back into society

with healthief sympathies and soberer

ideas They would have paid their

blood-tax, done their own part in the im-^
memorial human warfare against nature,
they should tread the earth more proudly,
the women would value them miorehigh
ly, they would be better fathers and
teachers of the following generation.

Such a conscription, wi^ ^e state of

public opinion that would have required

^^^B^^jgave me a pang to think of

tnem left weak and failing at home, when
I might have been the staff of their old
age; but their hearts were too full of
motherly love for them to allow me to
give up my profession for their sakes.
And then youth has not all the sensitive
ness of riper years, and a demon within
seemed to push me towards Paris so- I

mare. I saw again my native village,

and our house, looking very sad and

lonely. I saw my grandmother, mother

and sister, sittmg there spirming, weep
ing, and thinking of me, and prajring
that I might escape from the perdition
of Paris. Then the old demon appeared

again, and showed me a vision of magni

ficent pictures so beautiful and daz
zling that they seemed to glow with
heavenly splendor, and finally melt away

was ambitious to see and leam all that a

in a celestial cloud.

But my awakening was more earthly.

much that is mixed.

strain of weaving into human stuff on the

loom of the real.

Keep me from caring niore for books

stop me; pay what wages Thou wilt, and

and stoke-holes, and to l^e frames of

my first night in one continual nifi^t-

painter ought to know. My Cherbourg

masters had not spoilt me in this re
spect during my apprenticeship. Paris
seemed to me the center of knowledge,
and a museum of all great works.
I started with my heart very full, and

would remain blind, as the Itunuious

dasses now are blind, to man's re^ re

in December, to dish-washing, clotheswashing, and window-washing, to roadbuilding and timnd-making, to foundries

I went to an hotel garni, where I spent

tale, nor tell a story without a

Steady me to do the full stint of work as

mines, to frei^t trains, to fishing fleets

all the time of

my mother and grandmother

deprived of the help of my
youth and strong arm. It

meaning.'Make me respect my material

so much that I dare not slight my work.
C Help me to deal very honestly with
words and with people, for they are Iwth

The military ideals of hardihood and

discipline would be wrought into the
growing fiber of the people; no one

lations to the globe he lives on, and to

the permanently sour and hard founda
tions of his higher life. To coal and iron

Page 173

than for folks, for art than for life.

well as I can; and when that is done,

help me to say, from a quiet heart, a

grateful Amen.^Henry van Dyke.

jl^HE new church will be founded on

moral science. Poets, artists, musi

cians, philosophers, will be its prophetteachers. The noblest literature of the

world will be its Biblelove and labor

its holy sacramentsand instead of wor

shiping one savior, we will gladly build

My room was a dark and suffocating

hole. I got up and rushed out into the
air. The light had come back and with

it my calmness and force of will.

^Millet's First Visit to Paris.

all that I saw on the road and in Paris

itself made me still sadder. The wide

HLIFE without love in it is like a

straight roads, the long lines of trees,

the flat plains, the rich grass-pastiires

->-with ^e fire dead, the laughter stilled,

filled with cattle, seemed to me more like

stage decorations than actual nature.
And then Paris^black, muddy, smoky
Parismade the most painful and dis

couraging impression upon me.

It was on a snowy Saturday evening in

January that I arrived there. The light

of the street lamps was almost extin

guished by the fog. The immense crowd

of horses and carriages crossing and
pushing each other, the narrow streets,
the air and smell of Paris seemed to choke

heap ofashes upon a deserted hearth

and the light extinguished. It is like a

winter landscape^with the sun hidden,
the flowers frozen, and the wind whisper

ing throu^ the withered leaves 6^ God

knows we need all the unselfish love that
can come to us. For love is seldom unself

ish. There is usually the motive and the

price. Do you remember William Morris,

and how his life was lived, his fortime

spent, his hands busiedin the service of

others? He was the father of the settle
ment movement, of co-operative homes

my head and heart, and almost stifled

for working people, and of the arts- and

me. I was seized wiA an uncontrollable

crafts revival, in our day. He was a

" soldier of the common good." After he

fit of sobbing. I tried to get the better of

my feelings, but they were too strong
for me, and I could only stop my tears
by bathing my face with water at a

was gone^his life began to grow in radi

ance and power, like a beacon set high

upon a dangerous shore. In the twili^t

The sensation of freshness revived my

of his days he wrote what I like to think

was his creedand mine: " I'm going

You can not believe in honor until you

have achieved it. Better keep yourself

courage. I stopped before a print-seller's

window and looked at his pictures, while
I mimched my last Gruchy apple. The

be here very long, for soon death, the

clean and bright; you are the window

plates which I saw did not please me:

George Bernard Shaw.

thCTe were groups of half-naked grisettes,

women bathing and dressing, such as

an altar in the heart for every one who

has suffered for humanity.^Emerson.

through which you must see the world.

Men, even when alone, lighten their
labor by song, however rude it may be.
Quintilian.

foimtain in the street.

Devdria and Maurin then drew, and, in

my eyes, seemed only fit for milliners'

and perfumer's advertisements.

Paris appeared to me dismal and insipid.

your way, so let us go hand in hand. You

help me and I '11 hdp you. We shall not
kind old nurse, will come back and rock

us all to sleep. Let us help one another

while we may."^Frank P. Tebbetts.

The men who try to do something and fail

are infinitely better than those who try to
do nothing and succeed.^Lloyd Jcmes.

ALBERT HUBBARD^S

Page 174

URING the first dasrs after

my arrival in Paris my
fixed idea was to find out the

gallery of Old Masters

I
started early one morning
with this intention, but as I did not dare

ask my way, for fear of being lauded at,

I

voured them all: I studied them, analyzed them, and came back to them con
tinually. The Primitives attracted me by
their admirable expression of sweet

ness, holiness, and fervor

the Mus^ would

moments when the

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans

Upon his hoe and gazes upon the ground.
The emptiness of ages in his face.
And on his back the burden of the world,

I lost n^sdf sev

eral daysrunningin

Whomadehimdead torapture and despair,

A thing thatgrievesnotandthatneverhopes,
Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?

thisfruitlesssearch.

Wholoosenedarui let down this brutaljaw?

coxae to meet met

During mywander
ings one day I came

Whose was the hand that slanted back

this brow?

Whose breath blew out the light within

across Notre Dame

for the first time.
It seemed to me
1^ fine than the
Cathedral of Cou-

Is this the thing theLord Godmadeandgave

To have dominion over sea and land;

tances. I thought

To trace the stars and search the heavens

that the Luxem

for power;
To feel the passion of Eternity?

bourg was a fine

palace, but too

regularly beautiful
the wcn-k, as it
were, of a coquetti^ and mediocre
builder

At loigth, I hardly
kiK>w how, I found
mysdf on the Pont
Nettf, TK^ere a mag
nificent pile, which
rota the descrip
tions

Whidi

had

been g^ven me, I

opposed must be
l&e liouvre. With-

ottt delay I turned

this brain?

Is this the dream He dreamed who

curious garb. A brown over

coat, in color like a stone
wall, a thick beard and long
locks, covered with a wool

en cape like that of a coachman, gave

lum a singular appearance

timethat I saw him
he reminded me of

arrows of St. Sebastian seemed to

the painters of the

pierce

Middle Ages. His

looked at the mar

tyr of Mantegna.

^ The masters of

reception was cor

dial, but almost si
lent 6^ He took me

that age have an

incomparable

for a philosopher, a
philanthropist,

me,

as

ix)wer. They make

you feel in turn the
jo3rs and the pains
which thrill their
souls. But when I
saw that draw

or a politician
none of whom he

cared much to see.

But I talked of art

to him, and seeing

his Daphnis and

ing of Michel

Chloe hanging on

angelo's represent
ing a man in a

what I thought of

the wall, I told him

it

He looked hard at
DM, but still with a

sion of the rdaxed

The first

freely with me, and his remarks cm art

were as manly as th^ were generous and
large-hearted
" Every subject is good," he said. " AH
we have to do is to render it with force
and deamess. In art we shoidd have cme

leaduig thouf^t, and see that we express

it in eloquent lan

What the long reaches ofthe peaks ofsong. guage, also that.we
The rift of dawn, the reddenbtg of the rose? keep it alive in
Through this dread shape the suffering our^ves, and im
part it to otiiers

ages look;

Time's tragedy is in that aching stoop; as dearly as we

Through this dread shape humanity stamp a medal
Art is not a plea
betrayed,
, ,

Plundered, profaned and disinherited. sure-trip; it is a

Criesprotest to the Judges of the World, battle, a mill that
A protest that is also prophecy,
grinds
I am no
philosopher. I do
not pretend to do
Is this the handiwork you give to God, away with pain, or

O masters, lords and rulers in all lands.

This monstrous thing distorted and soul'
quenched?

Howmilyoueverstraightenup thisshape;

express himself
dearly."
He ^ke In this

and only said a few

words in a reply.

O masters, lords and rulers in <dl l^'t

sight of a sketch of

Howanswerhisbrutequestioninthathour
When whirlwinds of rebettion shake the

cal suffering gave

More fiUed with signs and portents for

the soul

Morefraught with menace to the universe.

me a whole series

of impressions.
I

felt as if tor

mentedbythesame

What gulfs between him and the seraphim pains. I had com
Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him passion upon him. I
Are Plato and the swing of Pleiades?
(Condaded on next pge)

iny st^ Ihere and climbed' the great

staircase with a beating heart and the
burned steps of a man who feels that the
^e ^eat wi^ of his life is about to be
(fiilfilled

My hop^ were not disappointed. I

seemed to find myself in a world of
frieads, in the midst of my own kinsfolk.

My dreams were at leng& realized. For

a sower.

" That would be a

fine thing," I re
marked, " if you
had had a coimtry

with such power during my whole life.

MiUet's First Visit to the Louvre.

Adversity has no friends.^Tacitus.

...

kings

stopped, as if
afraid of his own

" Then do you not

When thisdumb Terrorshallreplyto God,

he asked.

but here I touched the heart and heard

the voice of him who has haimted me

model.*'

with his limbs

I
saw that the man

figure, to represent all the good and evil

of himianity. It was Michelangelo 1That
explains all. I had already seen some bad
engravings of his work at Cherbourg;

world?

How will it be with kingdoms and with

manner for some

time and then

words 61^ But we

With those who shaped htm to the thmg parted,
feding that

bdong to Paris?"

ti&e nea% incmth the Old Masters were my

i^y oecupation ^ tixe daytime. I de-

^ Then I caught How willtheFuture reckon with tms Manse

suffered in his body

who had done this was able, in a sin^e

Stoic, and

indifferent to

muscles, the planes

blind greed

me a

Touch it again with immortality;

Down all the stretch of Hell to its last gulf and the modeling
Thereis noshape more terrible than this of that form ex
More tongued with censure of the world's hausted by physi

deep?

to Itod a formula
which will make

Give backtheupwardlookingand thebght; evil. Suffering is,

Rebuild in it the music and the^ dream; perhaps, the one
Make right the immemorid ntfamies. thing that gives
kind of shyness, Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes?
an artist power to

swoon, I fdt that

was a' different

thing. The expres

shaped the suns

And marked their ways upon the ancient

ILLET at that time wore a

The gr^t

Italians fascinated me by their mastery

and charm of composition. There were

wandered at

random through
the streets, hop
ing, I suppose, that

Page 175

After thesilence ofthecenturies?

" The M"" With the Hoe,"

" Yes," I replied,

" but I was brought up in the coimtry."

"AhI that is a different story," he said

in his Norman patois; " we must have a

little talk."

Troyon left us alone, and Millet,^ look

ing at me some moments in^ silence,

said:" You will not care for my pictures."

" You are wrong there," I replied warm

ly; " it is because I lUce them that I have

come to see you."
From that moment Millet conversed

Bdunn MarhJuan

we

understood

each other, and

had laid the foun

dations of a lasting

friendship.""Millet Meets His Future

Biographer."AlfredSensier.

I^APITAL is condensed labor. It xs

nothing untU labor takes hold of it.

Theli'^g laborer setsfr^ thecondensed

labor and makes it assume some form of

utility or beauty. Capital and labor are

one, and they will draw nearer to each
other as the world advances in intdlect

.and goodnesst-^David Swing.

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ALBERT HUBBARD^S

Page 176

was dead. The

fall of the Emperor, her

hero, her Cid, ^d bewil

while, and when he came out his eyes

showed that he had been weeping.
^Thomas E. Watson.

g^^^^NERAL.I have placed

dered and unnerved her

Frightened at the din of

war that ^ook the whole realm, she
had lived in terror at Malmaison. The

aUied kings paid her every attention,

and in showing the King of Prussia over

(f^OCIETIES exist under three forms

suffic^tly distinguishable. 1. With
out government, as among our Indians.

2. Under governments wherein the wiM

of every one has a just influence, as is

broken out with an eruption, ^e had,

the case in England in a sli^t degree,

and in our states, in a great one. 3. Und
governments of force: as is the case in

Murmuring tiie words " Elba "" Bona

parte"she died, while her hero was
yet in exile.

other republics. To have an idea of the

her loydy grounds when ^e was ill,

it is said, brou^t on a fat^ relapse.

It is a revdation of his true character

that before setting out on his last cam

paign he ^ould dcum one day out of the
few fate gave him, and devote it to
memories, to r^rets, to recollections
of fbe
but tender-hearted woman
who had warmed to him when all the

world was growing cold. He went to

Malmaison, almost alone, and, with

Hortense, wsdked over ^e grounds,

sedng the old familiar places, and think
ing of the " old familiar faces." ^ He

Ulcered in the garden he himsdf had

all other monardiies and in most of the

curse of existence under these last, they

must be seen. It is a government of

wolves over sheep. It is a problem,^ not

dear in my mind, that the first condition
is not the best. But I bdieve it to be
inconsistent with any great degree of
population. The second state has a great

of good in it. The massof mankind

under that enjoys a precious degree of
liberty and happiness. It has its evils
too: the principrf of which is the turbu

with Doctor Franklin in"" Omgress

never heard dther of them speak ten

cient reasons, and yet I think it best

quite satisfied with you. I bdieve you

question
They laid their dioulders to the great

th^s in regard to which I am not

to be a brave and sinful soldier, which

of course I like. I also bdieve you do not
mix politics with your profession, in
which you are right. You have confidence
in yoursdf, whi^ is a valuable if not an

indispensable quality. You are ambitious,

which, within reasonable bounds, does
that
good rather than harm;'but I
during General Bummde's command of

tiie army you have taken counsd of 3rour

ambiticm and thwarted him as mu(^ as
Srou could, in which you did a great

wro^ to the countiy and to a most

meritorious and honorable brother
officer 9^

and it becomes nothing. I prefer dan

made, and in which he used to love to

work when he was First Consul, sur
rounded by trees and flowers, and in
haling the breath of nature. He used to
say that he could work better there than
anywhere dse. He wandered through the
park, looking out on the trees he had
planted in those brilliant days long ago.

tude. Even this evil is productive of

Of course it was not for this, but in spite

of it, that I have given you the command.

Ivories that were gone, of friends he

ofthe people which have produced them.

Ev^y spot had its silent reminder ot

would see no more.

He a^ed to be told everything about

Josepl^eher last days, her sickness,
her dying hours; no details were too triv

ial to escape him. And as they told the

story he would break in with ezdama-

tions of int^est, of fondness, of sorrow.

On this visit to the chateau he wanted

to see everything that could remind

good
It prevents the degeneracy of
government, and nourishes ^a general

Only those geneckls who gain successes

attention to the public affairs. I hold

What I now ask of you is military suc

it that a little rebdlion now and then is a

cess, and I will risk the dictatorship

ical world as storms in the phjrsical. Un

successful rebellions indeed generally
establish the encroachments on the ri^ts
An observation of this truth ^ould
render honest republican governors so

mild in their pimishment of rebellions,

as not to discourage them too much. It
is a medicine necessary for the sound
health of government.
^Thomas Jefferson.

him of her, and of their old life together

Economising for the purpose of being

independent is one of the soundest

-Hthe death-chamber at the last. Here

indications of manly diaracter.

** My

Samuel Smiles.

daughter, let me go in here ^onel"

and he put Ifortense back, entered,
and dosed the door. He remained a long

The true work of art is but a diadow of

the divine perfection.Michelangelo.

he would have no companion

minutes at a time, nor to any but the

main point, whidi was to diedde flie

needed a dictator.

good thing, and asnecessary in ^e ix)lit-

for you to Imow that there are some

lence to which it is subject. But wei^

gerous liberty rather than quiet servi

ton in the Legislature of Virginia,

before the Revolution, and, during i1^

'appear to me to be suffi

I have heard, in such a wjqt as to be

lieve it, of your recently saying that
both the army and the government

thinagainstthe oppressions of monarchy,

SERVED, with General Welling

you at the head of the Army

of the Potomac. Of course,
I have done this upon what

can set up dictators.

The government will support you to

the utmost of its ability, which is neither
more xior less than it has done and will

do for all commanders.

I much fear that the spirit whidi you

have aided to infuse into the army, of
criticizing their commander and with
holding confidence from him, will now
turn upon you. I shall assist you as far as
I can to put it down.

Ndther you nor Napoleon, if he were

alive again, could get any good out of
an army while such a spirit prevails in it;
and now beware of rashness.

Beware of rashness, but with energy and

deepless vigilance go forward and give
us victories. Yours very truly, Abraham
Lincoln.(Letter to General J. boker,
January 26, 1863.)

points, knowing that the litUe ones

would follow of themsdves. If the pres
ent Coi^Eress errs in too much talking,
how can it be otherwise, in a body to
which the peqple send one hundred and
lawyers, whose trade it is to ques

tion everything, 3ndd nothing, and talk

by the hour?

That one hundred and

fifty lawjrers should dobusiness together

ou^t not to be espected.
Thomas Jefferson.

*^^EEP your minds so filled with

Jh^Truth and Love that sin, dises^
and death can not enter them. It is plain
tliat notliing can be added to the ndod

already fiiU. There is no door through

^Kdiich evil can enttf, and no space for
evil to fill in a mind filled with goodness.
Good thoughts are an inq;>ervious armor;
dad therewith you are completdy shidded from the attacks of error of every sort.

^ And not only yoursdves are safe, but

all whom your thoughts rest iqxm are

thereby benefited.
The sdf-seeking pride of the evil thinkear

ii^jures him when he would harm others.

Goodness involuntarily resists evil. The
evil thinker is the proud talker and doer.
The right thinker abides under the diadow of the Almighty. His thoughts can
only reflect peace, good will towards
men, health, and holiness.

^Mary Baker Eddy.

DREN are much nearer the

.inner truth of things than we are,

for when their instincts are not per

verted by the superfine wisdom of their
dders, they give themsdves up to a
full, vigorous activity
Theirs is the
kingdom of heaven.^Priedridi Froebd.
It is the cause, and not the death, that
makes the martyr.^Napoleon.

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THINK 1

knew General

irritable and high-toned; but reflection

Washington intimatdy and

and resolution had'obtahied a firm and

thoroui^y: and were I called

on to ddineate his character,

habitual ascendency over it

If ever,
howev^, it broke its bonds, he was most
tremendous in his wrath. In his expenses
he was honorable, but exact; liberal in
contribution to whatever promised util-

it should be in terms like

tiiese: His mind was great and powerful

without being of the very first order; his
penetration strong, thmtgti not so acute
as that of a Newtra, Bacon or Locke;
and, as
as he
smr, no judgment
was ever sounder.

It was slow in ope-

i^; but frowning and unyidding on all

visionary projects, and all the imworthy
calls on his diarity.

Do not we^, maiden, for war is kind.

Because your lover -threw wild hands
toward the shy

^on, be^ little And the affrighted steed ran on alone,

aided
imas^ation or invention,
but sure in condu-

sion

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ALBERT HUBBARD^S

Hence ^e

cranmon remark of

his officers, of the

{^vantage he de
rived from coun

cils of war, where,

hisaring all sugges
tions, he sdected

whatever was best;

and certainly, no

Do not weep.
War is hind.

Hoarse, booming,drums of the regiment.

Little soii/tf tpho thirstfor fight.
These men taere bom to drill and die.

The unexplained glory flies above them.

Great is the batHe-god, and his kingdom
Afield where a thousand corpses lie.

His heart was not

warm in its affec

tions; but he ex

actly calculated
eveiy man's value,
and gave him a
solid esteem pro
portioned to it
His person, you
know, was fine; his
stature exactly
what

ment

Mother, whose heart hung humble as a

button

general planned
hii battles more

On the bright, splendid shroud of your son.

Do not weep.

judiciously
But if deranged
during the course

War is kind.
" If War Be Kind," by Stephen Crane

one

would

wish; his deport

easy,

erect

and noble; ^e best

horseman

of

his

age, and the most

graceful figure that
oould be seen on
horseback
Al

thoughin the cirde

of his friends,

points indifferent; and it may truly be

bdieve the government of the

said that never did Nature and fortune

United States to be at this moment

combine more perfectiy to make a man

great, and to place him in the same con- .

the best in the world; but then the

stellation with whatever worthies have

have a theory that the government of

eveiy State is alwaysexcepting during

merited from man an everlasting remem

brance. For his was the sin^ar destiny

and merit of leading the armies of his
coxmtry successfully through an arduous
war, for the establishmentof its inde
pendence; of con

ducting its coundls

through the birth
of a Government
new in its forms

and prindples, imtil it had settied

down into a quiet

and orderly train;
and ofscrupulously
obeying the laws
through the whole
of his career,
civil and military,
of which the his

tory of the world

furnishes no other

example....
He has often dedared to me that
he considered our

eyes;

Thanfor the tongue to reach his smallest

worth.

He to the realms of sinfulness came down.

To teach mankind; ascending then to God,
Heaven unbarred to Urn her lofty gates,

To whom his country hers refused to ope.

Ungrateful land! to its owninjury.

Nurse of his fate! Well, too, does thts
instruct

That greatest ills fall to the perfectest.

And, midst a thousand proofs, let this
suffice

That, as his exile had no parallel,

So never was there man more great than
he.

** On Dante," by Michelangelo

oncMquence was tiiat he often fedled in

that he was determined the experiment

should have a fair trial, and would lose

opinion, he was xmready, short and

embarrassed
Yet he wrote readily,
rather difiusely, in an easy and correct
style. This he had acquired by conver

had a firm confidence in the durability

of our Government. I fdt on his death,

station, as at Bostra and York. He was

with the calm^ unconcern.

letups the strcmgest feature in his

cha^cter was prudence, never acting
^sideration,
verywas
cfa'cumstance,
eveiy con
maturely weired;
re-

Iraini^ he saw a doubt, but, when

once deddied, going throi^lh with his
purpo^, whether ol^tades opposed. His
uitq^ty w^ mo^ pure, his justice the

mdsjt inflexible I have evw known, no

n^tivra of interest or "i^flflnpiiTiity, of

l^^d^p or l^tred, bdn^ able to bias

^s decision. He was, indeed, in every

s^ Of the wcn^, a wise, a good and a

Cl^t man'

His temper was nafursAy

sation with the world, for his education

was merely reading, writing and common

arithmetic, to which he added surveying
at a later day. His time was employed in
action diiefly, reading little, and that
only in agriculture and English histoiy.
His correspondence became necessarily
tensive, and, with journalizing hh

agricultural proceedi^, occupied most

of his Idsure hours within doors.

On the ^ole, his character was, in its

mass, perfect; in nothing bad, in few

But they who

aigue in favor of a
republic, in lieu of
a mixed monardiy,
for Great Britain,
are, we suspect, ig-

norantofthegenivs
of their country
men
Democracy
forms no element in
the materials of

English character.
An Englishman is,
from his mother's

womb, an aristo
crat.

Whatever

rank or birth,whatever fortune, trade,

or
be
or
to

profession may
his fate, he is,
wishes or hcq)e8
be, an aristo

crat. The insatiable

safety, he took a free share in conversa

tion, his colloquial talents were not above
mediocrity, possessing ndther copious
ness of ideas nor fluency of words. In
public, when called on for a sudden

Iz^pableoffear,meetingpersonaldanger

stances and wants of its inhabitants.

Far easier to condemn his injurers.

where he migh^ be unresOTed with

tte fidd, and rardy against an enemy in

the periods of actual changethat

which is best adapted to the circum

There is no tongue to speak his eulogy;

Too brightly burned his splendor for our

^ the action, if any member of his plan

was dislocated by sudden circumstances,
he was dow in a readjustment. The

Americans are the best people; and we

new constitution as an experiment on

the practicability of republican govern^

ment, and with what dorc of liberty

map could be trusted, for his own good;

the last drop of his blood in supi^rt of

it. I do believe that General Washin^on
with my countrymen, that, " Verily a
very great man hath fallen this day in

love of caste that in En^and, as in

Hindustan, devours all hearts, is con
fined to no walks of sodety, but per

vades eyery degree, from the highest to

the lowest. Of wl^t conceivable use,

then, would it be to strike down the

lo^ patricians that have descended to

us from the da^ of the Normans and

Plantagenets, if we of the middle dass

who are more endaved than any other

to this passionare prepared to lift up,

Israd.*'^Thomas Jefferson.

from amongst oiu^ves, an aristocracy

of mere Wealthnot less austere, not
less selfishonly less noble than that .we

The only hope of preserving what is best

had deposed. No! whatever changes in

lies in the practice of an immense charity,

a wide tolerance, a sincere respect for
opinions that are not ours.

the course of time education may and

will effect,- we do not bdieve that
En^and, at this moment, contains even

^P. G. Hamerton.

the germs of genuine republicani^

We do not, then, advocate the adoption

Books are the ever-burning lamps of

of ddnocratic institutions for sudi a

accumulated wisdom.G. W. Curtis.

people. But the examples hdd forth to

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US by file Americans, of strict economy,

of peaceftil non-interference, of universal
education, and of other public improve

COUNT, I have made

several designs in accordance
with the ideas which you

ments, m^, and, indeed, must be

emulated by the Government of this
country, if the people are to be flowed

are the times that try

men's souls. The siunmer
soldier and the sunshine

suggested, andif Ibelieve my

patriot will, in this crisis,

even the chance of surviving a competi

tion with that republican commimity.
^Richard Cobden.

judgment, since I fear that I shall not

have pleased yoxu^. I send the designs
and beg that you will make a selection,

if you think any of them worthy of

Freedom is the one purport^ wisely

aimed at, or xmwisely, of ^

man's

strug^es, toilings and sufferings, in this

earth.Carlyle.

'S to the position that " the people

alwajrs

mean well,"

that they

always mean to say and do what they

believe to be right and justit may be
popular, but it can not be true. The

word people applies to all the individual

inhabitants of a country. . . . That por

tion of them who individually mean well
never was, nor until the millaTmintn will

be, ocmsiderable. Pure democracy, like

pure rum, easily produces intoxication

and with it a thousand pranks and fool

eries

I do not espect mankind will, before the'

millennium, be what they ought to be;
and therefore, in my opinion, every
political t&eoiy which does not regard
them as being what they are, will prove
abortive > 9^

Yet I wi^ to see all unjust and unneces

sary discriminations everjrwhere aboli^ed, and that the time may come when
aU our inhabitants of every color and
discrimination shall be free and equal
partakers of our political liberties.

acceptance ^

Our Lord the Pope has done me

great honor by throwing a considerable
burden on my shoiilders^that of attend
ing to the building of St. Peter's. I hope
I shall not sink under it; the more so as
the model which I have made is approved
by His Holiness, and praised by many

intelligent persons. But I soar in thought

to hi^er spheresshould like to dis
cover Ae beautiful forms of ancient

edifices, and know not whether my flight

may not be the flight of Icarus. I gather
much light from Vetruvius, but not as
much as I require.

With regard to " Galatea," I should con

sider myself a great master if it realized

one half of the many things of which you
write; but I gather from your words the
love you bear me, and I should tell you

that to paint a beauty one should see

many, the sole condition being that you
shoidd be with me to make choice of the

best. Good judgment being as scarce as

handsome women, I make use of a cer
tain idea which comes to my mind. But

whether this, in itself, has any excellence

of art, I know not; I shall do what I can
to attain it.-r-Letter from Raphael to
Count Castiglione.

^John Jay.

iE know that a statement proved to

ET it never be forgotten that it is

_ be good must be correct

New
thou^ts are constantly obtaining the

not b^i;,means of war that states are

rendered fit for tlie eiyojrment of consti

tutional freedom; on the contrary, whilst
terror and bloodied reign in the land,
involving men's minds in the extremities

of hopesand fears, there can be no proc

ess of thou^t, no education going on,
^y which alone can a people be prepared
^ the enjoyment of rational liberty.
^Richard Cobden.

floor. These two theories^that all is

matter, or that all is Mind^will dispute

the ground, imtil one is acknowledge to

be the victor. Discussing his campaign,

General Grant said: " I propose to fi^it

it out on this line, if it takes all smnmer."

Science says: All is Mind and Mind's

idea. You must fi^t it out on this line.
Matter can afford you no aid.

^Mary Baker Eddy.

strongly disjxjsed so far to presume on

the old rdation which existed between us

shrink from the service of

as to express my earnest hope that jrou

his country; but he that stands it now,

deserves the love and thanks of man and

your disappointment, whatever it may

flatterers, I have satisfied

them all. Yet I have not satisfied my own

HARDLY know whethw you would

^^_^like my writing to you; yet I fed

woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily

conquered; yet we have this consolation
with us, that the
harder the conflict.

the more glorious

the triumph. What
we may obtain too
dieap, we esteem
too lightly: 't is

deamess only that

gives everything
its value.

Heaven knows how

to put a proper

price upon its

goods
It would be strange
indeed if so celestial

will not attach too much importwce to

have been, at the recent examination. I

believe that I attach quite as much value

as is reasonable to

weary folk toUy black with

. smoke,

And hear but whistles scream,

I went, allfreshfromdawn anddew.

To carry them a dream.

I went to bitter lanes and dark.

Who once had known the sky.

To carry them a dreamandfound

They had more dreams than I,
"The Dream-Bearer," by Mary Carolyn Davies

an article as free, -i.

dom should not be highly rated. Bntam,

with an army to enforce her tyra^y,

^nn declared that she has a right (not

university distinc
tions; but it would
be a grievous evil

if t^e good of a

man's reading for

three years were all

to depend on the
result of a single
examination, af
fected as that re
sult must ever in

some degree be by
causes independent
of a man's intdlectual excellence,

I amsayingnothing

but what you know quite w^ already;

still a momentary feding of disaj^intment may tempt a man to do himself

only to tax) but " to bind us inall c^es

great injustice, and to think that his

efforts have been. attended by no pro
portionate fruit. I can only say, for one,

such a thing asslavery upon earth. Ey^

that as far as the real honor of Rugby is

concerned,it is the effort,a hundred times
more than the issueof the effort, that is hi

whatsoever," and if being bound in that

marmer, is not slavery, then is there not

the expression isimpious, for sounlimited

a power can belongonly to God.

I have as little superstition, in me as

any man living, but my secret opimon

hnQ ever been, and still is, that God

my judgment a credit to the school:

inasmuch as it shows that the men who

go from here to the University do their

duty there; and that is the real point

Almighty will not give up a people to

militarydestruction,orleave them unsupportedly to perish, who have so ear^
estly and so repeatedly sought to avoid

which alone to my mind reflects honor

either on individuals or on sodeties;

method which wisdom could mvrat.

a man as my pupil.^Thomas Arnold.

C. Neither have I so much of the infidel

in me, as to suppose that He has r^
linqui^ed the government of the world,
and given us up to the care of devils.

love and tenderness sealed up until srour

Men and nations can only be reformed

in their youth; they become incorrigible
as they grow old.^Rousseau.

them.^Henry Ward Beecher.

the calamities of war, by every decent

^Thomas Paine (From The Crisis)

and if such a fruit is in any way traceable

to the influence of Rugby, then I am

proud and thanld^ to have had such

(Letter to a Student.)

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your

friends are dead. Fill theh- lives wth

sweetness. Speak approving, dieering
words while their ears can hear them and
while liieir hearts can be thrilled by

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*Bl,BBRSr UBBARD*S
It is well to bear in mind
that whatever other sins the

South may be called to

bear, when it comes to busi
ness, pure and simple, it is

in t|ie South t^t the Negro is given a

man's diance in the commercial world.

Our greatest danger is that in the great

leap from slavery to freedom we may
overlook tlie fact that the masses of us

^ to live by ^e productions of our

hands, and fail to keep in nnitid that we

shall prosper in proportion as we leam
to dignify and i^orify common labor
^d put brains and skillinto the common
occupatioos of life; shall prosper in
proportion as we leam to draw flie line
between the superficial and the sub*
stahtial, the ornamental gewgaws of life

^nd the useful. No race can prosper till

It l^anis that there is as much dignity
^ tilling a fidd as in writing a poem. It
IS at the bottom of life we must lMin,
and not at the top.
*

In ail things tibat are purdy social wc

can be as separate as the fingers, yet

one as the hand in all things essential to

mutual progress.'

'

the result of severe and constant strug

gle rather than of artificial forcing. No
race that has anything to contribute to

the markets of the world is long in any

degree ostracized.
^Booker T. Washington.

P our course of life be pure, and

our actions good and right, there

is no need for a reward in ano^er world

evra though in this one everything to
which the mere worldling attaches a

v^ue should be wanting. It indicates a

trivial knowledge of the true nature,
and a trivial respect for the true worth
and dignity of man, if the stimulus of a
reward in another world must be held out

in order to rouse him to action worthy of

his nature and high calling.
The feeling, the consciousness of
having lived and worked in imswerving
fmthfulness to his true nature and dig
nity ought, without the need or demand
of any other external satisfaction, to be
at all times his highest reward
We
weaken and degrade the human nature
we should strengthen and raise, when we

couraging, and making him the most

developed that active and independent

inward force which is implanted within
every man for the manifestation of ideal

l*fcfirly Mrteen milHons of hgnrfp vvill

dangle before it a bait to go<^ action,

to call forth a better life, we leave* un

humanity.-Friedrich Froebel.

||d 3^ in pulling the load upward, or

Harmony is produced by its Prin-

down-

ciple, is controlled by it and abides

wa^. We shall constitute one-third atid

more_ of the ignorcmce and crime of the

with it. Divine Principle is the Life of

man. Man's happiness is not, therefore,

at the disposal of physical sense. Truth
is not contaminated by error. Harmony
in man is as beautifid as in music, and

Squ^^ or one-third its intdligence and

ipf^^r^ss; we shall' contribute one-third
to me business aind industrial pros1^^ of the South, or we diall prove a
yi^^ble body of death, stagnating,

discord is unnatural, unreal.

^Mary Baker Eddy.

Qdvande the tx^yjmlitic.

The ladder of life is full of splinters, but

fhe wisest among my race understand

they always prick the hardest when we 're

sliding down.^William L. Brownell.

depressing, retarding every* 'effort to

partly from the hard soil of

progress in the enjojrment of all the

privileges that will come to us must be

even though this bait be himg out from

another world In using an external
stimulus, however seemingly spiritual,

useful wd intdUigent citizen.

mind, drawing its sustenance

equality is the extremest folly, and that

"^ere is no defence or security for any

of u$ exc^t in the highest intelligence
and developments of all If anywhere
^efe are efforts tending to curtail the
powth of the Negro, let these
cfifcrts be turned into stimulating, en

nMERSON'S was an Asiatic

that ^e agitation of questions of social

our New En^and, partly,

too, from the air that has

known Himalaya and the Ganges. ^

impressed with this character of his

mind was Mr. Burlingame, as I saw him,
after his return from his mission, that he
said to me, in a
freshet of hyper-,
bole, which was the
overflow of a chan
nel with a thread

of truth nmning in
it, ''There are

twenty thousand
Ralph Waldo Emersons in China."
What could we
do with this unex

pected, unprovided
for, unclassified,
half-unwelcome

newcomer,who had
been

for a

while

potted, as it were,
in

our

Unitarian

cold green-house,
but had taken to

growing so fast that

he was lifting ofi

its glass roof and

letting in the hail
storms? Here was a

protest that out

flanked the extreme

left of liberalism,

yet so calm and

serene that its
radicalism had the

accents of the goS'

pel of peace. Here

was an' iconoclast

without a hammer,

ministers denounced his heresies, and

^dled his writings as if they were

packages of dynamite, and the grand

mothers were as much afraid of his new

teachings as old Mrs. Piozzi was of

geology. We had had revolutionary ora
tors, reformers, martyrs; it was but a
few years since Abner Knedand had
been sent to jail for expressing an opinion

Tear&, idle tears, I know not what they

Tear77wm the depth of some divine

RisfSithe heart, and gather to

about the great

Firs^ Cause; but
wehad had nothing
like this man, with

hfs seraphic voice

and countenance,
his choice vocabu

In looking on the happy autumn fields.

lary, his refined ut

And thinking of thedays thatare nomore.

terance, his gentle

courage, which,

Fresh as the first beam gUttering on a

with a different

soil

That Mm ourfriends upfrom the under-

Sad ""the last aUch reddens

That sinks with all we love below the

veraej

Sosad,sofresh, thedaysthat are nomore.

Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer

The earliest pipe of haif-awakeri'd birds
To dying ears, when unto d^ng eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering

So s^, so strange, the days that are no

more.

Dear as remembefd

manner, might
have been

called

audacity, his tem

perate statement of
opinions which
th^tened to diake
the existing order
of thought like an
earthquake
^

His peculiarities of
style and of think
ing became fertile
parents of manner
isms, which were
fair game for ridi
cule as they ap
peared in his imi
tators. For one who

And sweet as those by hopeless fanq/

talks like Emerson

Oril^stMt are for others:

finds himself sur-

Deep asfirst love, and wild vnthM regret.

Oh, death in life! the days that are no
more.

" Tears, Idle Tears," by Alfred Tennyson

who took down our

idolsfrom their pedestalssotenderlythat

it seemed like an act of worship.

The scribes and pharisees made li^t of

his oracular sayings. The lawyers could
not find the witnesses to subpoena and

lie documents to refer to when his case

came before them, and turned him over

to their wives and dau^ters

The

or like Carlyle soon

roimded byacrowd
of walking phono
graphs, who me
chanically repro
duce his mental

and vocal accents. Emerson was before

long talking in the midst of a babbling

Simonetta of edioes, and not unnaturally

was now and then himself a mark for
the small-rfiot of criticism. He had soon
reached that height in the " cold thin

atmosphere " of thought where " Vainjy

the fowler's eye migh% mark his distant

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^LBBKT ffUBBARD^S

fli^t to do him wrong." . . . C I haw

known something ofEmerson asa talker,

not nearly so much as many others who

can speak and write of him. It is imsafe

SCjRsAJP JBOOIC

the boundaries of thought for the few

that followed him, and the many who
never knew, and do not know today,
what hand it was which took down their

thinker
for
like
a citydealer
withtalks,
a village

prison walls. He was a preacher who

taught that the religion of humanity in

9&yta&. However that may be in this

cluded both those of Palestine, nor those

alone, and tau^t it with such consecrated
lips that the narrowest bigot was asham
ed to pray for him

I^P8,

customer, he has not shown his best

^
innocent reporter of his

case, let me con

trast in a sin^e
glance the momen
tary effect in con
versation of the

two neighbors,
Hawthorne and

Emerson. Speech
seemed like a kind
of travail to Haw
thorne. One must
barpoon him like a
cetacean withquestidns to make him
talk at all
l!lien
the words came

from him at last,

with bashful mani

What delightful hosts are they

Life and Love!

Lingeringly I turn away.

This late hour, yet glad enough

They have not withheld from me
Their high hospitality.
So, withface lit with delight
And all gratitude, I stay
Yet to press their hands and say,
" A Parting Gueat," by James Wfdtcomb RUey

festations, like

those of a young girl, almostwordsthat

gasped themselves forth, seeming to
l^ve a great deal more behind them

oiM th^ told, and died out discon

tented with themselves, like the mono

logue ofthunder inthesky, which always

gOM off mumbling and g^rumbling as if

it had not said half it wanted to, and

ought to say. . . .

To sum .up briefly what would, as it

seCTM to me, be the text to be imfolded

m his biography, he was a man of excdcommon sense, with a genius so un

common that he seemed like an exotic

gansplanted from some angelic nursery.

^ ctoracter was so blameless, sobeauti-

to a star
this was
his version of the

divinelesson taught
bythat holy George
Herbert whose
words he loved.
Give him whatever

place belongs to
him in the liter
ature of our lan

every cradle to see ifitdid not holdababe

'Hfe enriched the treasure-house of liter

ature,but,what wasfar more,he enlarged

endeavored not to

feel too old to leam,

and thusi though I
stand here with the

snows of so many
winters upon my
hrad, my faith in
human nature, my
belief in the prog

his being was to

make truth lovely

dition, and espedally my trust in

and manhood valorous, and to bring

our daily life nearer and nearer to the
eternal, immortal, invisible.
Oliver Wendell Holmes.

HEN I was bom, New York con

tained 27,000 inhabitants. The upper
limits of the city were at Chambers
Street. Not a single frw school, either by
day or night, existed. Generrf Washing
ton had just entered upon bis first term

Out of me the forgiveness of miUions

towards millionSf

Andthe beneficentface of a nation

Shining with justice and truth.
I am Anne Rutledge who sleep beneath
these weeds.

Beloved in life of Abraham Lincoln,

Wedded to him, not through union.
But through separation.

Bloom forever, O Republic,

From the dust of my bosom!
" Anne Rutledge," by Edgar Lee Masters

the ability of men to establish and main

tain self-government, are as fresh and as
yoimg as when I began to travel the path
of life

While I have alwasrs recognized that the

object of business is to make money in an
honorable manner, I have endeavored to
remember that the object of life is to do
good. Hence I have been ready to engage
in all new enterprises, and, without in
curring debt, to risk in their promotion
the means which I had acquired, provided

they seemed to me calculated to advance

I need not tell you what the country

now is, and what the habits and the
garments of its people now are, or that
the expenditure, per capita, of the gen
eral government has increased fifteen-

young medianics and dtizens of my

native dty, in order to fit them for the

"With malice toward none, with chairty

for all."

as President of the United States, the

virtues and habits which are usu^ly

fecting and execution of their ideas as in

making such provision as my means have
permitted for the proper education of the

Out of me unworthy and unknown

The vibrations of deathless mudc:

whole nnmiql expenditures of which did

not exceed $2,500,000, being about sixty
cents per head of the population. Not
a single steam engine had yet been built

associated with that primitive garb.

l^is I have tried to do, aswdlinthepier-

recipe by which I

ress of man to a
better social con

on the acde of comparison. Looking at

wi^ the halo of a new Messiah about it.

feel old, and I propose to give you the

but remember this:

the end and aim of

and the people were clad in homespun

and were characterized by the simple

nite significance, he was yet a cheerful

'^>timist, almost toohopefiil,i}eeping into

years I have seen, I am one of the oldest

men who have ever lived; but I do not

youth. I have al
ways given a friend
ly welcome to new
ideas, and I have

or erected on the American continent;

llfiB with the profoundest sense of its infi

L Measured by the achievements of the

nearertothethrone.

that It was rather a standard to

judge oth^ bythan to find a place for

may be ready to wdcbme laborers to a

new fidd of usefulness, and to dear the
rpad for their progress.

have preserved my

" Thanks,So fine a time! Good guage, ofthe world,

night."

fold. But I have witnessed and taken a

deep interest in every step of the mar

velous development and progress which
have characterized this century beyond
all the centuries which have gone before.

as from a footstool

"Hitch your wagon

P^elSS

the general good.

This will account for my early attempt to
perfect the steam engine, for my at
tempt to construct the first American
locomotive, for my connection with the
telegraph in a course of efforts to unite
our coimtry with the European world,

reception of new
ideas, social, me
chanical and sden-

tifichoping thus
to economize and

expand the int^lectual as well as

the physical forces,

andprovidealarger
fimd for distribu

tion among the va

rious dasses which

necessarily make
up the total of
sodety
If our lives shall
be such that we
shall receive the

glad

wdcome

of

" Well done, good and faithful servant,'*

weshall then imow thatwe have not liv^

in vain.^Peter Coop^ (From an Ad
dress, 1874.)

HE less there is- said of physical

C/ structiu-e and laws, and the more

there is thought and said about moral

and spiritual law, the higher the standard

of mortals will be, and the farther they

will be removed from imbecility of mind
and body.
We should master fear, instead of culti
vating it. It was the ignorance ofour fore

fathers, in the departments of Imowledge

broadcast in the earth, which made them

more hardy than our trained physiol

ogists, more honest than our sleek politidans.^Mary Baker Eddy.

and for my recent efforts to solve the

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,

problem of economical steam navigation

on the canals
It happens to but few

Rough-hew them how we wUl.

Shakespeare.

men to change the current of human

progress, as it did to Watt, to Fulton, to

Stephenson, and to Morse; but most men

Where law ends tyranny begins.

^William Pitt.

Page 186

"^LBBRSr ffUBBARD'S

Page 187

Samuel Johnson Meets His Future Biographer

THOMAS DAVIES the

actor, who then kept a book

seller's shop in Russell street,
Covent Garden, told me
that Johnson was very much
lis riend, and came 'frequently to his
house, where he more than once invited
me to meet him; but by some unlucky
accident or other he was prevented from

ardor been uncommonly strong, and my

him, which Sir Joshiia very kindly pre

sented to me, and from which an en

graving has been made for this work. Mr.

Davies mentioned my name, and re

spectfully introduced me to him.^ I was

much agitated, and recollecting his prej
udice against the Scotch, of which I had
heard much, I said to Davies, " Don't
tell where I came from," " From Scot

land," cried Davies, roguishly

" Mr.
Johnson," (said I) " I do indeed come
from Scotland, but I can not help it." I
am willing to flatter myself that I meant

coming to us.
Mr. Thomas Davies was a man of good
iinderstanding and talents, with the
advantage of a liberal education. Though
somewhat pompous, he was an enter
taining companion; and his literary per

conciliate him, and not as an humiliating

formances have no inconsiderable share

abasement at the expense of my country.

of merit. He was a friendly and very

hospitable man. Both he and his wife
(who has been celebrated for her beauty),
thou^ upon the stage for many years,

But however that might be, this speech

was somewhat unlucky; for with that

maintain^ a uniform decency of char

acter; and Johnson esteemed them, and

Hved in as easy an intimacy widi them as
mth any family which he used to visit.

Mr. Davies recollected several of John. son's remarkable sayings, and was one of
the best of the many imitators of his
voice and manner, while rdating them.
He increased my impatience more and
more to see the extracnxlinaiy man whose
works I hi^y valued, and whose con
versation was reported to be so pecul
iarly exc^ent.

At last, on Mcmday the 16th of May^

when I was sitting in Mr. Davies' back
parlor, after having drunk tea with him
and Mrs. Davies, Johmon unexpectedly
came m the dxop; and Mr. Davies having

l^ceived him through the ^ass door in

the i^m in which We were sitting, ad

vancing toward us, he announc^ his

awM approadi to me somewhat in the

maikn^ of an actor in the part ofHoratio,

when he addresses Hamlet on the ap-

pemaxkce of his father's g^ost" Look,

my lord, it comes." I found that I had a

p^ect idea of Johnson's figure from the

i^Ftx'ait of him painted by Sir Joshua
Remolds soon after he had published his
Mcfionttry, in the attitude of sitting in

this as light pleasantry to soothe ^d

quickness of wit for wl^ch he was so

remarkable, he seized the expression,
" come from Scotland," which I used

in the sense of being of that coimtry: and

as if I had said that I had come away

from it, or left it, retorted, " That, sir, I

find, is what a very great many of your
countrymen can not help." This stroke
stunned me a gooddeal; and whenhe had

satdown, I felt myselfnot alittle emb^-

rassed, and apprehensive of what might

come next. He then addressed himself to

Davi^: " What do you think of Garrick? He has refused me an order for the

play of MissWilliams, because he knows

the
will be full, and that an order
would be worth three shillings." ager to

. takeanyopening to getintoconvention
with him, I ventured to say, Oh, sir,
I can not think Mr. Gayrick would

grudge such a trifle to you."

,.
" Sir," (said he, with a stem look)

_
I

have known David Gamck longer than

resolution imcommonly persevering, so '

rough a reception might have deterred
me forever from making any further
attempts ....[ I was highly pleased
with the extraordinary vigor of his con
versation, and regretted that I was
drawn aw&y from it by an engagement
at another place. I had for a part of the
evening been left alone with him, and

indulged of obtaining his acquaintance

was the first picture his friend did for

was blamed. And in truth, had not my

to ^ow me to sit and hear you." He

seemed pleased with this compliment,

whidh I sincerdy paid him,and answered,

" Sir,I am oblig^ to any manwho visils

civilly; so that I was satisfied that thou^

[RUTH! Where is truth but in the
soul itself? Facts, objects, are but

there was a roughness in his manner,

there was no ill-nature in his disposition.
Davies followed me to the door, and
when I complained to him a little of the

phantoms, matter-woven ^osts of this

hard blows which the great man had

given me, he kindly took upon him to

here in the mire and day of matter,

shudders and names its own vc^e

console me by saying," Don't be vmeasy.

I can see he likes you very well."
A few days afterward I called on Davies,
and asked him if he thought I might take
the liberty of waiting on Mr. Johnson at
his chambers in the Temple. He said I

suspidon of mysterious and immaterial

presences, unfettered by the bonds of

certainly might, and that Mr. Johnson

would take it as a compliment. So on

Tuesday the 24th of May, after having

been enlivened by the witty sallies of
Messieurs Thornton, Wilkes, Churchill,
and Lloyd, with whom I had passed the
morning, I boldly repaired to Johnson.
His chambers were on the first floor of

No. 1-, Inner Temple Lane, and I entered

them with an impression given me by the
Rev. Dr. Blair, of Edinburgh, who had

earthly night, at which the soul, sleeping

tremors, sense and perception Yet,
even as our ni^tly dreams stir in us the

time and space, so do these waking

dreams whi^ we call sight and sound.

They are divine messengers, whom Zeus,

pitying his children, even when he pent

them in tibis prison-house of flesh, ap

pointed to arouse in them dim recollec

tions of that real world of souls whence

they came. Awakened once to them; see

ing,through the veil ofsense and fact, the
spiritual trutih of which they are but the
acddentsd garment, concealing the very

thing which they made palpable, the

philosopher may neglect the fact for the

doctrine, the shdl for the kemd, the

been introduced to him not long before,

and described his having " found the
giant in his den;" an expression which,

body for the soul, of whi^ it is but the

symbol and the vehide.-Hypatia.

when I came to be pretty well acquainted

with Johnson, I repeated to him, and he

'NGLAND and America are bound

was diverted at this picturesque account

of himself. . . . .

and furniture and morning dress were

sufficiently imcouth. His brown suit of
clothes looked very rusty; he had on a
little shriveled \mpowdered wig, which

^ ^a^ chair inde^ meditation; which

t^t I intrudeuponyou.It is benevolent

me."James BosweU.

haps I deserved this check; for it was

rather presumptuous in me, an entire
stranger, to express any doubt of the
justice of his animadversion upon his
old acquaintance and pupil. I now felt
myself much mortified, and began to

don't go." " Sir," (said I), " I am afraid

now and then, which he received very

He received me very courteously; but

think that the hope which I had long

with him; and when they went away,

I also rose; but he said to me, " Nay,

had ventured to make an observation

you have done; and I know no right you

have to talk to me on the subject." Per

particularities wereforgotten'the moment

that he began to talk. Some gentlemen,
whom I do not recollect, were sitting

it must be confessed that his apartment

was too small for his head; his s^rt-neck

and the knees of his breedies were Ipose;

his black worsted stocldhgs ill drawn up;

iip together in peaceful fettess by

the strongest of all the ligatures that
can bind two nations to each oth^,

namdy, commerdal interests; and whidi,

every succeeding ye^, renders more

impossible, if the teiin may be U5(^

a rupture between the two Governments.
Richard Cobden.

If you wish to appear agreeable in 0-

dety, you must consent to be taught

and he had a pair of unbuckled ^oes by

many things which you know already.

way of slippers. But all these slov^y

^Lavatet.

Page 188

one di Battesta di Carlo in

plain of you that you sit pen in hand all

day and let six months go by between one

panion, a most learned old friar of more

than eighty years of age
The Pope

Urbino ^

letter and the other. Still with all that,

Dearest, in place of a father

I have received one of yours;

you. will not make me angry with you, as

you do wrongly with me.
I have come fairly out in the matter of a
wife, but, to return to that, I answer,
that you may know, that Cardinal Bi-

sees that he can not live long; he has

resolved to give him to me as a com

my dearest Cousin, Sim-

most dear to me because it assures me

that you are not angry; which indeed

would be wrong considering how tire
some it is to write when one has nothing
bieni wants me to have one of his rela
of consequence to
tives, and with the
say. But now, being Eternal spirit of the chaiiHess mindl
assent of you and
of consequence, I Brightest in dungeons. Liberty! thou art: the cousin priest I
reply to tell you as For there thy habitation is the heart
promisedtodowhat
mu(^ as I am able The heart which love of thee alone can his reverend lord
to commimicate

And first, in refer

ence to taking a

wife I r^ly that I

am quite content
in respect of her
whom you first
wished to -give me,

bind:

Arui when thy sons to fetters are con

signed
To fetters, and the damp uauWs dayless
dom.

And Freedom'sfame finds wings on every

and I tha^ God

constantly that I

to take her. I am

CMllon! thy prison is a holy place.

And thy sadfloor an altarfor *t was trod.
Until his very steps have left a trace
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod.
By BonnivardMay none those marks
efface!

sure that you too

For they appeal from tyranny to God,

tookneitherhernor

another, and in this

I

was wiser than

you who wished me

are aware that I

" Sonnet on Chillon," hy Lord Byron

would not have the

position I now hold, since I find myself

.at this moment in possession of things
in Rome worth three thousand ducats of

gold, and receipts of fifty scudi of gold,

because His Holiness has given me a
salary of tiiree hundred gold ducats for

att^ding to the building of St. Peter's

which [the salary] I shall never fail to
enjoy so long as my life lasts; and I am
certain of getting others, and am also
paid for what I do to whatever amount

tion, and of the greatest requirpnents,

in order that I may leam from him, and

if he has any secret in architecture that I
may become perfect in that art
His
name is Fra Gio-

condo; and the

Pope sends for him
everyday and chats
a

little

with

powers:

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

about the building.

L I beg you will

We havegiven our hearts away, a sordid

be good enough to
go to the Duke and

This sea that bares her bosom to the moon.

more than ever on

Duchess

and

tell

boon!

For this, for everything, we are out

matter is in such a

one of their ser

vants does them

It mTves'us notGreat Godl I'drather

good way, and then

honor, and recom

shall advise you of

everything fi^Have

should it not come

mend me to them

off, I will do as you

as

continually

maywish,andknow

stand recommend

that if Francesco
Buffo has offers for

ed to you. Salute all

me, I have some

tivesformeandparticularly Ridolfo,

friends

and

rela-

flowers;

be

A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might J, standing on thispleasant lea.
Have glimpses that would make me less
fOTlOTltf

Have sight of Proteus nsingfrom the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow

his wreathed
William Wordsiporth
horn.

to take the law

into his own hands
for the redress of

injury or insultl
this appeared to
him the simple
duty of an honor
able man.
But he had noth

ing of the philos. .opher's calm, the

of diplomatist's pru

them this, as I
know they will be
pleased to hearthat

and presently I

dence, the genet's

strategy, or the
courtier's self-re
straint. On the con

trary, he pos
sessed the temperament of a

born

artist, blent in al
most equal pro

portions with that

also.
and I can find a handsome wife of ex

who has so much

cellent repute in Rome as I have heard.

love for me. The first of July, 1514, Your

She and her relatives are ready to give

Raffad, painter in Rome.

tuous career these two strains contended

in his nature for mastery. Upon the verge

and I live in a house at Rome, and one

hundred ducats are worth more here than

Hubbard's JVote:Raphael's love for CanM

of fifly-six, when a man's blood has

two himdred there (Urbino?); of this be

she died before it occurred. Raphael s dMth fol

lowed soon after, at the age of 37, and his body

was placed beside bers in the Pantheon.

over to keep the peace for a year with

some enemy whose life was probab^ in
danger; and when I come to speak of his

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer

homiddes, it will be obvious that he

of my o^

me three thousand gold scudi as a dowry,

assured ^

As to my stay in Rome, ! can not live

anywhere else for any time if only be
cause of the building of St. Peter's, as I

Bibieni's niece ended in tragedy. The wedding

was postponed at the request of the Pope, and

am in the Palace of Bramante; but what

His outside, to wear them like his rai

name, I feel as if I heard that of a father;

and do not complain of me because I do

St. Peter's, which is the first temple ofthe

world and the largest building that has
ever been seen, the cost of which will
exceed a million in gold? And know that
the Pope has ordered the expenditure on
building of sixty thousand ducats a year,
and he never gives a thought to any

Hot write, -because I

thing else He has given me a com-

have to com-

Thewinds that wilhbe howling at allhours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping

place in the world is more worthy than

Rome, what enterprise more worthy than

Yet, for all that, I hold you dear in the

center of my heart, and when I hear your

circumstances; to scheme

and to strike, if need be, in support of his

opinion or his rig^t

Getting and spending, we lay waste our

us

another room for His Holiness which

you and all relatives and to my coimtry.

reliant in

soon,

The worst that man can breathe, and

So that, dearest Cousin, I do honor to

of great gifts for art, physical courage,

ftnri personal address. . . . To be self-

The world is too much with xis; late arui

I please, and I have begun to paint

will amoimt to one thousand two hun
dred ducats of gold.

violent, arrogant, self-asser

tive, passionate; conscious

can not break my

word. We are now

patience, as the

wind,

panion, for he is a man of high reputa

SEEM to know Cellini first

of all as a man possessed by

intense, absorbing es^xtian;

ship wanted, and I

the point ofsettling

gloom

Their country conquers with their martyr-

Page 189

JSOQiC

miBBARD^S

make his wrongs

ment, carelessly,

And ne 'er prefer his iiyuries to his

heart.

To bring it into danger.Shakespeare.

Make jrourself an honest man, and then

you may be sure that there is one rascal

less in Uie world.Carlyle.

of a bom bravo

Throughout the ^ole of his tumul

generally cooled, we find that he was

releas^ from prison on bail, and bound

enjoyed kUling live menquite as mu<^ as

casting bro^e statues.....

Sensitive, impulsive, rash of speech,

hasty in action, willi the artist's su^

ceptibility and the bravo's heat of bloo^

he injured no one more than himself by

his eccentricities of temper. Yet there is
no trace in any of his writings that

ever laidhismisadventures to fiieir prop-'

er cause

He consistently poses as an

injured man, whom m^evolent scoun-

'BLBERSr HUBBARD*S

Tage 190

Page 192

drels conspired to persecute. Nor does he

do this with any bad faith. His belief

'ULL of anxieties and apprehending

daily that we should hear dis

in himsdf remained as firm as adamant,

and he candidly conceived that he was

Mr. Samuel Adams in the State House

imd^ the special providence of a mer

ciful and loving God who appreciated
his hi^ and virtuous qualities.

tressing news from Boston, I walked with

yard Philadelphia], for a little exercise

and fresh air, before the hour of [the
Continental] Congress, and there rep
resented to him the various dangers

. . . . He tdls us hdw Pope Paul III was

willing to pardon him for an outrageous

,He agreed to tihiem all, but said,." What

murder committed in thestreetsof l^me.

shall we do? " I answered him I was de

One of the Pope's gentlemen submitted

that this was showing unseasonable
demency. " You do not understand the
matter as well as I do," replied His

termined to take a step which should

declare themselves for or against some

Holiness. " I must inform you that men

. make a direct motion that Congress

Hke Benvenuto, unique in their profesfflon, are not bound by tibe laws."
Tliat sentence precisely paints Cellini's

Boston, and appomtColonel Wa^ington

own conc^tion of himself. ...

John Addington Symonds.

was in Rome that I had to do Lord

Byron's statue.When mynoblesitter

arrived at my studio, he took his place
before me and immediately put on a
strange, air, entirely different from his
natural physiognomy.

that surrounded us.

compel all the members of Congress to

thing. I am determined this morning to

should adopt [as its own] the army before

commander of it. '

Mr. Adams seemed to think very ser

iously of it, but said nothing.

Accordingly, when Congress had as

sembled, I rose in my place . . . . Mr.
Washington, who happened to sit near
the door, as soon as he heard me allude
to him, from his usual modesty, darted
into the library-room.
Mr. Hancock heard me with visible

" My lord," said I," have the goodness to

sit still, and may I beg you not to assume
such an expression of misery."
" That/' replied Byron, " is the expressicm whidi characterizes my counte

resratment were expressed as forcibly

nance."

as his face could exhibit them.

" Really," said I; and then, without

Mr. Samuel Adams seconded the motion,

and that did not soften the president's

l^ubli^ mjrself about this affectation,

i worked on according to my own ideas.

Whi the bust was finished, every one

t^raus^t it strikin^y like Lord Byron,

but the fioble poet was by no means

^tiafied with it.

" That face is not mine," said he;

Idbfc much more unhappy than that."

pleasure, but when I came to describe

Washin^on for the commander, I never

remarked a more sudden and striking

chsmgeofcoimtenance. Mortification and

piancock's] phjrsiognomy at edl.

^John Adams.

abysmal heart, and the water to the river,

Pythaiorati.

from the earth frost which coined it

here to herb and sward, upward and up>

wardeverthrough starsand sun8,throu^

gods, and through the p^ents of the gods

purer and purerthrou^ successive livM,

until it enters The Nothing, which is the

All, and finds its home at last.^Hjrpatia.

they said, to introduce me to some par

ticular friends of theirs. I was ddighted

capacity as a pianist I have ei^oyed a

special pleasure

Englishwoman
theJe?" What was

my surprise, when
on turning around,

I found mysdf face

to face with Chev

alier Thorwaldsen,
who was standing
by the door and

intently observing
the beautiful crea-

ture.He had hardly

asked the question
when ^ some

one

spoke loudly just

t^ind me.
" Where
is
she
then? Where is the

little
Englishwo
man? My wife has
sent me to look at

her, per Bacco! **

The speaker was
a slight little
Frenchman, with
stiff upstanding
gray hair, and the
Legion of Honor
at his button-hole.

I immediately rec

sen began a serious

longer in this prison-houseofourdeg

dewdrop which fell from heaven shall rise

to heaven again, shaking off the dust
grains which weighed it down, thawed

A taught is w idea fai transit.

to discover that their friends were

Thorwaldsen and Vemet. . . . L In my

radation, and each thing shall return to

its own foimtain; the blood^op to the
and the river to the shining sea; and the

Edwin Markham.

ing. All at once some one

tapped me on the shoulder, and said,

" You also are admiring the beautiful

ognized Horace

^Thorwaldsen.

^ t love and 1 had the wit to win:

We drew a circle that took
in.

days later, I was invited to the houseof

Engli^ friends firom Venice, who wished,

XT is but' a little timea few days

For he was determined to look unhappy.

^ direw a drde that shut me out
H^etic, reb^, a thing to flout.

T my first ball at Tortonia's,

not knowing any lady, I
was standing about, looldng
at everybody, but not danc

Vemet
He and Thorwald
and

learned

con

versation about the

OfHeavenor

J havenopowertosing,

I can not ease the burden of your ferns.

here. You know

how Thorwaldsen
loves munc. He has

Or makequick-coming death a little thing. a verygp(^ instraOr brir^ again the pleasure of past years. ment in his studio,
Norfor my wordsshtUlyeforgetyour tears. and
I gp to him
Or hope again for aught that I can say,
sometimes in the
The idle singer of an empty day.
mornings and play
But, rather when aweary of your mirth,

to him while he

From full hearts still unsatisfied ye stgh. works. When I see

And, feOutg kindly unto tdl the earm. the old artist han
Grudge every minute as it passes by. dling his brown

Made the more mindful that the sweet day, giving the last
touches; with his
days diefirm and ddicate
Remember me a little then I Pray,

The idle singer of an empty day.

The heavy trouble, the bewildering care

That we^hs us down who live and earn
our bread

These idle verses have no power to bear:

So let me sing of names rememb^id.

hand, to a drapery
or a limb, when I
see him creating
those imperi^ble

works viiidi will

win the admiration
of posterity, I fed

Becausethey living not,canne^er bedead. happy in t^t I can

Orlong timetaketheirmemoryquiteaway give him pleasure.

From uspoorsingers ofan empty day.

Dreamerofdrearns,borneutofmyduetirne.
Why should I strive to set the crooked
straights

Menddssohn.

iHISlittleglobe
whidi is but a

mere speck, travds

Letit sujfice methatmymurmuring rhyme througji spacewith

Beatswithlight wingagainstthe ivorygate. its fdlows, lost in
Telling a tale not too importunate
To those who in the sleepy region stay.

creature about five

" The Idle Singer," by WiUianMorris

feet tall, is certain

ly a tiny thing, as

Lulled by the singer of an empty day,

beauty, and what

especiedly delighted me was to see the

a^iration of these two old artists for
the young girl; they were never tired of

lool^g at her, whileshe went on dancing

with the most delicious unconsciousness.
Thorwaldsen and Vemet had themsdves

immensity. Mah, a

compart with the

universe. Yet one of these imperceptible

beings dedares to his neighbors; "Heark
en unto me. The God of all these worlds

speaks with my voice. There are nine

billionsofusweeants uponeart^,butonly

myant-hole is predousinOod'Ss^t. AU

introduced to the parents of the>yo\mg

the others are eternally danmed by Him.

Engli^ lady, and took no further trouble

Mine alone is blessed."^Voltaire.

ateut me, so that I had no chance of

speaking to them again > But, some

Adversity is the path of truth.9yn>n*

Page 192

jDEAREST BETSY, yes'C'day I received L^ers

from some of our Friends at

jthe Camp informing me of

lOK^^^f^tlie Engagement [Bunker

SSLi A
A'nerican troops and the
m Chso-lestown. I can not

5SJ*

rqpyced at the tryed

your Countiymen, who,
all
bdiaved with an intrepidity
who fou^t for their

^^^^^^Samst the mercenaiy Soldiere

powering. In the langu^e of those who

heard him, " he made the blood to run
cold, and llieir hair to rise on end." In a
word, to the astonishment of all, he sud
denly burst upon them as an orator ot
the highest order. The surprise of the

peoplewas only equaled by ^eir ddight,

and so overcome was his father tfiat

tears flowed profusely down his cheeks.

C He contended that . . . . in the case
now before them . . . . [the parsons]

deserved to be punished with signul

severity

** We ^ve heard a great deal about the

oi of War so near. Favor me,

wittj an Account of your Apat that timi^ under your

Jfc. Pitte and Dr: Church inform me

to Son has at length escaped

S^J*P"eon atBoston.... Rem^

Hannah and sister

^oHy and to all Friends.

Swoiy is.

General! has made me

2^^le by naming nus first among

^^who are to receive no favor [of
^cml ftom W I thorou^y disSSn
and^his [amnesty] Ptodam* **
Clock
now striking
I therefore
wiqhis you
a good

Wight. Yours most afifectionatdy,

fw

S. Adams.

(Letter to his Wife, June 28th, 1775)

- -Jenry] rose to reply with
embarrassment and some

and began a faltering exor-

pecq>le hung their heads at the

m^nomising commencement, and the

benevolence and holy zeal of our rev

erend clergy, but how is this mani
fested? Do th^ manifest their zeal in the
cause of rdigion and humanity by prac

tising the ix^d and benevolent precepts

of the Gospel of Jesus? Do th^ feed the
hungiy and clothe the naked? Oh, no,
gentlemeni Instead of feeding the hungry
and dothii^ tJie naked, these rapacious
harpies would, were their powers equal

other, vdule &

m his chair in evident

joineth the forest, he found

many people assembled in

the market-place; for it had
been annoimced that a rope-dancer would
give a performance And Zarathustra

spake ^us unto the people:

cency!
The hour when ye s^yt " What good is

my virtue! As yet it hath uot made me

passionate. How weary I
of my good
and my bad! It is all ix>vttty and pollu

I teach you the Superman. Man is some

thing that is to be surpassed. What have
ye done to surpass man?

tion and wretthed self-complacenq^I'*

All beings hitherto have created some

my justice! I do not see that I am fv-

thing beyond themselves: and ye want to

be the ebb of that great tide, and would
rather go back to the beast than surpass

vor and fiid. The just, however, are fer

man? &

^The hoiu- when ye say;" Whatgood is

vor and fuel!"

The hour when we say: " What

is

my pity! Is not pity thecroOTonwhich he

is n^^ who lov^ man? But my pi^

What is the ape to man? A laughing

stock, a thing of shame ^ And just the
same shall man be to the Superman: a
laughing-stock, a thing of shame.
Ye have made your way from the worm
to man, and much within you is still

you crying thus!

It is not your sin^it is your sdf-satis-

worm. Once were ye apes, and even yet

man is more of an ape than any of the

very sparingness in sin crieth unto'

is not a crudfixion."

Have ye ev^ spoken thus? Have ye ever

cried thus? Ah! would that I had heard
faction that crieth unto hwen; your
heaven!

Where is the li^tning to lick you with

dren their last milch cowl the last bed,

nay, the last blanket from 1ie lying-in

or plants?

womani"

These words, uttered with all the power

of the orator, aroused in the audience an
intense feeling against the clergy, which

became so apparent as to cause the

reverend genliemen to leave their seats

on the b^ch, and to quit the court
house in dismay.William Wirt Henxy,
(L^e, Correspondence, and Speeches oj

Patrick Henry.)

" ITie Parsons' Cause " (1763) Patrick

Henry's First Important Case.

OPHISTICAL rhetorician (is

iOladstone) inebriated with the exu

a
berance of his own verbosity, and gifted
at all times command an interminable

and inconsistent series of ai^^uments to

appeals to the pasakms were over

my reason! Doth it long for k^wledge

as the lion for his food?
It is ^ver^
and pollution and wretched self-complfr'

apes

over

^ gestures
be^ceftil ax^ unpressive^
his voice
^d his emphasis peculiarly charming,

The hour when ye say: " What good is

the nearest town which ad-

Even the wisest among you is only a dis

harmony and hybrid of plant and phan

to ^eir will, snatdi nom the hearth of

however.
^^deration,
proceeded and warmed up
to his
hiBBjHis attiti^e became erect and k>fty,
^fece hinted up with genius, and his

HEN Zarathustra arrived at

their honest parishioner his last hoe-cake,

from the widow and her orphan chil

exchange

Paige 193

"^LBBRSr ffUBBARD'S

with an egotistical imagination that can

malign an opponent and to ^orify him-

tom. But do I bid you become phantoms

its tongue? Where is the fremy

which ye should be inoculated?
Lo, I teach you the Superman: he is thsilightning, he is that firenay!

Lo, I teach you the Superman!

The Superman is the meaning of the
earth. Let your will say: The Superman
shall be the meaning of the earth!

of the people called out: ** We have

But ye, also, my brethren, tell me: What

doth your body say about your soul? Is
your soul not poverty and pollution and

lOpeAlancer, who thought the wort^

wretched self-complacency?

Verily, a polluted stream is man. One

must be a sea, to receive a polluted
stream without becoming impure.

Whea Zarathustra had thus spoken, one

heard enoug^h of the rope-dancer; it is

timi now for us to see him!" And all the

people lauded at Zarathustra. But the

applied to him, began his perfoitnance.

*Friedridi Nietrache.
<

XVIBW areturn to the domination

of Britain with horror, and would

risk ail for ind^endence; but that pomt

Lo, I teach you the Superman: he is that

sea; in him can your great contempt be

(%ded, I would give them advantages

submerged
What is the great^t thing ye can expe

Old iSngland would hurt me; I wi^ it

rience? It is the hour of great contempt.

The hour in which even your happiness
becometh loathsome imto you, and so
also your reason and virtue.

sdf.^Disraeli.

The hour when ye say: " What good is

my happiness! It is poverty and pollu

The tree of liberty must be refreshed

firom time to time with the blood of pa
triots and tyrants.^Thomas Jefferson.

But my happiness should justify exist

tion and wretched self-complacen^.

ence itself!"

commerdal terms. Hie destruction of

well, it afforded my ancestors an asylum

from p^ecutipn.-^John Jay.

and pi^are thiein for the necessity <4

their f^ ; and thus ihsensibly an w^, ea
y&BoeB do80 around Us, detached from ottf

tenadty of lifeby l^e gentle pressiue ^

recorded sorrow.^W. S. Lahdor.

'BLBBRSr flUBBARD^S

Page 194

century, which some

have called an age of iron,

been also an age of

ideas, an era of seeking and

finding the like of which was

nevCT^'^iown before. It is an epoch the

grandeur of which dwarfs all others that
can be named since

the beginningofthe
historic period, if
not since. Man first

became distinctive
ly human. In their

mental habits, in
their methods of

inquiry, and in the

data at their com

mand, " the men of

the present day

who have fully kept
pace with the sci
entific movement
are separated from
the men whose ed
ucation ended in

1830, by an im
measurably wider
gulf than has ever
before divided one

progressive gener
ation of men from

their pre.decessors."

The intdUectual de
velopment of the
human race hfls

been suddenly, almpst abruptly,

raised to a higher
plane than that up
on whidh it had
proceeded from the

days of the primi

tive troglod;^e to
the days of our

J300JC

we have just passed in review, the gaps

in our knowledge are immense, and every
problem that is solved but opens a dozen

g^up of fleeting phenomena attendant

upon the collocation of sundry particles
ot matter. And there are many others

new problems that await solution.

Under such circumstances there is no
likelihood that the last word will soon

these petitions of the atheist and the

be said on'any subject. In the eyes of the

materialist, have neverthdess come to

handed down from primitive men should

undergo serious modification. If it can

regard religion as practically ruled out

be shown that the essential dement in

In Xanadu did Kuhta Khan

A stately pleasure-dome decree:

Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

fromhuman afairs.

the nineteenth will

doubtless seem

creed that man has

ever devised can be
made to harmonize

very

fragmentary

and crude. But the

So twice five mUes offertile ground

and of all future
With walls and towers were girdled round:. time, will no doubt
And there were gardens bright with
i>oint back to the
sinuous rills.

who, without committing themselves to

twenty-first cen
tury the science of

men of that day,

No religious

in all its features

withmodemknowledge 9^ All such
creeds were con
structed with ref

Where blossomed many an incensebearing tree;

age just passing

away as the open
ing of a new dis-

Arid here wereforests ancient as the hills.

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

pensation, the
dawning of an era

utterly and hope

lessly discreditedso*

But 0/ that deep romantic chasm which

in which

C How, then, it, is

slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn

cover!

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

As e'er beneath a waning moon was
haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

And from this chasm, with ceaseless
turmoil seething.

As if this Earth in fast thick pants were

the

in

erence to theories

of the universe
which are now

tellectual develop

asked, amid the

ment of mankind
was raised to a

general

higjher plane than

that upon> which it

had hitherto pro

ceeded
As an inevitable re

sult of the throng--

wreck

old beliefis, can we

hope that the relig

ious attitude in
which from time
immemorial we
have been wont to
contemplate the

ing discoveries just

universe can any

A mighty fountain momently was forced.

longer be main-

find

Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst

Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding

tamed? Is not the

the midst of a

belief in God per

mighty revolution
in human thought.

haps a dream ofthe

hail.

ourselves

in

Or chc^y grain beneath the threshefs

Time-honored

flail:
Ai%d *mid these dancing rocks at once and

creeds are losing

their hold upon
men; ancient sjrm-

ever

It flung up momently the sacred river.

(Concluded on next page)

bols are shorn of

thing is called in

destrosring the one

pr^^ wluch unta lately was so slqw

mu^ henceforth be rapid. Men's minds

longer . . . a struggle between abstruse

not like those of former times. It is no

are becoming moreflexible, the resistance

to innovation is weakening, and our in-

dogmas of rival churches. Religion itself

is called upon to show why it should any
longer claim our allegiance.

taie means of satisfying them are in

of God ^

creasing. Vast as are the achievements

was no less xmiver-

sal? and is not

modem science fast

quest^on.The controversies of the day are

t^ectual demands are multiplying while

childhood of our
race, like the belief
in elves and bogarts which once

their value; every

r^t-grandfathers. It is characteristic of

There are those who deny the existence

There are those who would

explain away the human soul as a mere

these

Five miles meandering with a masy

motion

concqptions

must survive the

enormousadditions

Through wood and dale the sacred river to our knowledge

whidi have distin-

ran.

Then reached the caverns measureless to

man.

And sank in tumult to a Ufeless ocean:

And *mid this tumult Kubla heardfromfar

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

gui^ed the present

ageabove all others
since man became

man, then we m^
believe that it wm

endure so long as

The shadow of the dome of pleasure man endures; fbr

Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the^ caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,

Asunnypleasure-dome with cavesof ice!

it is not likdy that

it can ever be call

ed upon to pass a
severer orded.

John Fi^.
C>

A damsel with a dulcimer

I am not a good

In a vision once I saw:

orator in my own
cause.John Knox <

It was an Abyssinian maid.

And on her dulcimer she played.
Singing of Mount Abora,
Could I revive within me

Her symphony and song,

0>ThTnG is
trae foreverM>

A man and a fact

To such a deep delight *twould win me will become equally

That with music loud and lonjSf,
decrepit and will
I would build that dome in air.

That sunny dome! those caves of ice!

And all who heard should see them there.

tumble in the same

ditch, for truth is

aa mortal as man,

And all should cry. Beware! Bewme!

His flashing eyes, his floating hair!

lived by the tor

Weave a circle round him thrice.

toise and the crow.

And close your eyes with holy dread.

For he on honey-dew hath fed.
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
** Kubla Khan," by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

as it has already destroyed the other?

C Such are the questions which we

d^y hear asked, sometimes with flip

pant eagerness, but oftener with anxious

dread

have the strongest possible reason for

believing that the idea is permanent and
answers to an Eternal Reality. It wa^ to
be expected that conceptions of Deity

of

enumerated, we

breathing,

thishigher plane ofdevelopment that the

Page 29S

If we find in that idea, as

conceived by imtaught thinkers in the

twilight of antiquity, an element that
still survives the widest and deepest
generalizations of modem times, we

and both are out

[ To say that two

is company and
three is a

crowd

is to make a very
temporary state

ment. After a short time satiety or use

and wont has crept sunderingly between
the two, and, if th^r are any company at
all, they are bad company, who pray
discreetly but passionatdy for the crowd
that is censured by the proverb.
James StepheiM.

Our wholelifs is like aplay.Ben Jo&son.

FTER having applied my

[HAT a man in his sixties should be

mind with more than ordi

able to write a series of works so ro

naryattention to my studies,
it is my usual custom to re
lax and unbend it in the con

versation of such as are rather easy than

shining bomfjanions. Hiis I find particulariy neoessaxy for me before I retire to
rest, in order to draw my slumbers' up

on me by degrees and fail asleep insen

sibly.
is the particular use I make
of a set of heavy honest men with whom
I have passed many hours with mudi
indolence thou|^ not with great plea
sure

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*BLBBRT nUBBARD^S

Page 196

Their conversation is a kind of

bust, so fresh, so real, as those which De

foe, at that age, gave to the world is cer
tainly a fact unequaled in the history of
our literature. Among those works are
Robinson Crusoe, the immortal; Colonel
Jack, equally immortal; Moll Flanders;
Roxana; and the Journal of the Plague
Year

Here are five works, every one of which

is enough by itselfto make the reputation
of an author; five works, one of which is
read by every boy of all those who speak
our English tongue, while the rest, for

the student of literature, are as immort^

;)OTHING is more iu\just

As to the older errors, the whole civilized

than to cast especial blame

world was at fault. Ftotestant as wdl as

Catholic. It was not the fault of-religion;
it was the fault of that shortsighted

for resistance to science up

on the Roman Church. The

Protestant Church, though

rarely able to be so severe, has been nwjre

blameworthy. The persecution of Galileo

and his compeers by the older church was
mainly at the beginning of the seven
teenth century; the persecution of
Robertson Smith, and Winchell, and
Woodrow, and Toy, and the yoimg

condition of a tiiinking man when he is

would crowd into the last ten years of

his life^he died at seventyall the
work which most men are contented to

later persecutions by Protestants were

one of a quarter of an hour long, in a man

offive-and-twenfy, gatherscircumstances
every time he tdls it, until it grows into
a long Cant^bury trfe of two hours by

spread over their whole working time; or

as if he would prove that even in old age
he could recover the spring and flower
of youth, could feel again ^e force of
love, and be moved once more with the
ambitions, the passions, the heats, the
agitationsin a word, with all the emo

and none make louder claim to hold

them than the very sects which per
secuted these eminent Christian men of
our day, whose crime was that they were
intelligent enough to accept the science
of their time, and honest enough to

the time he is three score.

tion of youth.

and frivolous old age is to lay up in our

way to it such stores of knowledge and
obseryation as may make us useftil and

Old age, for the most part, regards not

the things of youth; it is the saddest
thing to see theoldman turning unmoved
from the things which mean so much, so
very much, to his grandsons. There is a

n a story, and have often observed that

Ihe oidy way of avoiding such a trifling

agreeable in our declining years. The

of man in a long life will become a
m^azine of wisdom or folly, and will

Qc^iseqpentiy^ discharge itself in somethi^ impertinent or improving 6^ For

reason, as' there is notii^g more

Mdicuioud than an old ^fling story

teller,,^ th^ is nothing more venerable

one w^o has tum^ his experience

to ithe enteitainment and advantage of

maciJ^d

to ^ort, we who are in the last stage of

Me,, and are' apt to indulge ourselves in

senile callousness which is lamentable

to witness; there is a sorrowful loosening

of the hold with which the world has

hitherto gripped the soul. With Defoe

there is nothing of all this, absolutely
nothing; he writes, save for his balance
style, as a yoimg man of five-andtwenty.^Walter Besant.

OEMAGMDGU^^d
agitators are
very unpleasant, and leagues and

t^k,otig|^tto insiderifwhatwespeak be

registers may be very unpleasant, but

they are incidents to a free and constitu

our discourse like that of Nestor, which

tional country, and you must put up

with these inconveniences or do with
out many important advantages.

worth being h^d, and endeavor to make

Homer(^mpaores to " theflowingof honey

for its sweetae^/'^^ir Richard Steele.
^

^Disraeli

Mr

P^int thy tongue 6n the anvil of truth.

Pindar.

Forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the

youth of old age.^Victor Hugo.

most eminent among contemporary An

glican divines that " it is because they

HEARNED
men in all ages have had
their judgments free, and most com

the writer laughed at time, or as if he

I must own it nudcesme veiy melandioly

in company when I hear a young man be>

voiced men are ever prone to substitute

for religion. Justly it is said by one of the

persecutions by Catholicism were strictiy

the nineteenth century. Those e^lier

familiar traces of thought, and lulls it

but half-awake.

of Christianity, narrow-minded, loud-

professors at Beyrout, by various Prot

estant authorities, was near the end of

as Robinson Crusoe himself

into^t stateoftra^uillitywhich isthe

tural texts which, in utter defiance of the

words and works of the Blessed Founder

have mistaken the dawn for a confla

preparative for sleep; it takes the mind

from its abstractions, leads it into the

It is as if

linking of theological dogmas to scrip

in accordance with principles held at

that time by all religionists, Catholicand

Protestant, throughout the world; these

in defiance of principles which all Prot

estants today hold or pretend to hold,

acknowledge it.

Most imjustiy, then, would Protestant

ism taunt Catholicism for excluding

knowledge of astronomical tilths from

European Catholic imiversities in tiie

seventeenth and eighteenth c^turie^

while real knowledge of gwlogical and

biological and anthropological truth is
denied or pitifully diluted in so n^y
American Protestant colleges and univer

gration that theologians have so often

been foes of lig^t."Andrew D. White.

monly disagreeing from the common

judgment of the world; such also have

they published both with pen and
tongue; notwithstanding, they them
selves have lived in the common society
with others, and have borne patiently

with errors and imperfections whidh

they could not amend. Plato, the phi

losopher, wrote his book on the com

monwealth, in which he condenmed

many things that then wde maintained

in the world, and required many things
to have been reformed; ^d yet, not

withstanding, he lived under such pol

icies as then were universally received,

without further troubling of any state.
Even so, madam, am I content to do,

"in upri^tness of heart, and with a

testimony of a good conscience.

^John Knox to Mary, Queen of Scots.

sities in the nineteenth century.

Nor has Protestantism the right to pomt

with scorn to the Catholic Index and

to lay stress on the fact that nearly

every really important book in the last
three centuries has been forbidden by it,
so long as yoimg men in so many Ameri

can Protestant universities and college

are nursed with " ecclesiastical pap **

rather than with real thought, and
directed to the works of " solemnly con

stituted impostors," or to sundiy ' ap

proved courses of reading," while they

are studiously kept aloof from such

leaders in modem thought as Darwm,

Spencer, Huxley, Draper and Lecky . ..

;HEN it shall be said in any coimtry

in the world, " My poor are happy;

neither ignorance nor distress is to be

found among them; my jails are empty
of prisoners, my streets of beggars; the

aged are not in want, the taxes are not

oppressive; the rational world is my

friend, because I am a friend of its

happiness *'when these things can be

said, then may that country boast of its
constitution and its government.
Thomas Peihe.
AN

Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a

ni^t without moon or star.Confucius.

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^LBBJRT WUBBARD^S
T is only a poor sort of hap

piness that could ever come

by caring veiy much about
our own narrow pleasures.
We can only have the high
est happiness, such as goes along with

taken Lillo's cheeks between her hands,

and his young eyes were meeting hers.
[ " There was a man to whom I was
very near, so that I could see a great

^HUS after four months of

deal of his life, who made almost every

est but sometimes bitter discussion, in which more than once the

one fond of him, for he was yoimg, and

clever, and beautiful, and his manners to

anxious toil, through the

whole of a scorching Phila
delphia simmier, after earn

There was still, no doubt, a ch^ce. of

failure, but hope now rdgned ip^the old

man's breast. On the back of tKe Presi
dent's quaint black armchair there was

emblazoned -a half-sun, brilliant vwlii its

gUded rays. As the meeting was about to

all were gentle and l^d. I believe, when

meeting had seemed on the point of

breakup and Washington arose,Frankto

thoughts, and much feeling for ^e rest

of the world as well as ourselves; and this
sort of happiness often

breaking up, a colossal work had at 1^

I first knew him, he never thought of

been accomplished, the results of which

text for prophecy

^ ^
sitting here

being a great man, by having wide

brings so much pain with

it, that we can only tell
it from pain by its being
what we would choose

before everything else,

because our soids see it
is good
There are so

ix^y things wrong and

difficult in the world that
no man can be greathe

can hardly keep himfKJf

from wickednessun

less he gives up thinlfiyig

much about his pleasure

or his rewards, and gets
strength to endure what

is hard and painful. My

father had the greatness

that bdongs to integrity;

httdbiose poverty and ob

scurity rather than false

an3rthing cruel or base.

Time, you old gipsy man,

Will you not stay.
Put up your caravan

Just for one day?

All things I 'II give you
Will you be my guest.
Bells for your jennet
Of silver the best.
Goldsmiths shall beat you
A great golden ring.
Peacocks shall bow to you.
Little boys sing,
Oh, and sweet girls will
Festoon you with May.
Time, you old gipsy.
Why hasten away?

hood. And there was Fra

(Concluded on next page)

OlralaxiM (Savonarola);
he had the greatness which belongs to a
life spent in struggling against powerful
wrong, and in trying to raise men to the

highest deeds th^ are capable of. And

so, my Lillo, if you mean to act nobly and

seek to Imow the best things God has
put within reach of men, you must leam
tQfix your mind on that end, and not on

w^t will happen to you b^use of it.

And remember,
if you
wereittothe
choose
something
lower, and
make
rule
of your life to seek your own pleasure
and ^cape from what is disagreeable,
calamity might come just the same; and
would be calamity falling on a base
mind, which is the one form of sorrow

that has no balmin it, and that may well

^ke a man say* It would have been

^itter for me if I had never been bom.*
I VBill tell you something, Lillo."

^xnbla paused for a moment. She had

But because he tried to

slip away from every

thing that was unpleasant,andcaredfornothing
else as much as his own

safety, he came at last

to commit some of the
basest deedssuch as
make men infamous. He
denied his father, and

left him to misery; he

betrayedevery trust that

was reposed in him, that
he might keqp hhnself
safe and get rich and
prosperous.Yet calamity
overtook him."

were powerfully to af
fect the whole future
career of the human race.

In spite of the highwrought intensity of feel

ing which had been now
and then displayed, grave

decorum had rul^ the

proceedings; and now,
though few were really
satisfied, the approadi
to acquiescent unanimiity was very remarkable.

V)^eh all was over, it is

said that many of the
members

seemed

awe

struck. Washington sat

Again Romola paused.

with head bowed in

solemn meditation. The

Her voice was imsteady,

and Lillo was looking
at her with awed wonder.

scene was ended by a

characteristic bit of

C " Another time, my

Franklin

LilloI will tell you

another time."^IFrom the Epilogue to
Romola by George Eliot.

Books are the true levelers. They give to

all whofaithfullyuse themthesociety, the

spiritual presence, of the best ^d great

est of our race.V/. E. Channing.

Some people have a perfect genius for

doing nothing, and doing it assiduously.
^Thomas C. Haliburton.

PK HE delusive idea that men merely

toil and work for the sake of pre

serving their bodies, and procuring for

themselves bread, houses, and clothes, is
degrading and not to be encouraged
The true origin of man's activity and
creativeness lies in his imceasing impulse
to embody outside himself the divine and
spiritual element within him.^Froebel.

homely pleasantry from

pointed to the chair, and made it the

Last week in Babylon,

all these
weeks," said he, ** I have
often wondered whether

Last night in Rome,

yonder sun is rising or

Morning, and in the crush

setting. But ncfw I know

that it is a rising sunl"
^John Fi^e.

Under PauVs dome;

Under PauVs dial

You tighten your rein

Only a moment.

JWaN isa land-axumaL

And off once again;

Off to some city
Now blind in the womb.
Off to another
Ere that's in the tomb,

not live without land.

All that man produces
comes from the land;

Time, you old gipsy man.

Will you not stay.
Put up your caravan

Just for one day?

" Time, YouOldGipsy Man,"
by Ralph Hodgson

Thirty-three years ago,

in the days of George II, before the first

mutterings of the Revolution had been
])ieard, and when the French dominionin
America Was still untouched, before the
banishment of the Acadians or the rout

of Braddock, while Washington was st^

surveying lands in the wilderness, while
Madison was playing in the nursery and
Hamilton was not yet bom. Franklin
had endeavored to bring together

A land-animal can

all productive labor, in

the final andysis, con
sists in working up land,
or materials drawn from

land, into such fbrins as

fit them for the satis
faction of human wants
and desires. Man's very

body is drawn from the

land

Children of the

soil, we come from the

land, and to the land we must return.

Take wifay from man all that belox^ to
the land, and what have you but a
embodied spirit?Therefore, he whoholds

the land on which and from whic^

another man must live is that mans

master; and the man is his dave. The

piftti who holds the land on which I

must live, can command me to life Or

to death just as absolutely as though I

thirteen colonies in a federal union. Of

were his chattel.

for America that ever was made, he was

not abolished slavery; we have only

abolished one rade form of itchattd

the famous Albany plan of 1754, the f^t

complete outline of a federal constitution

Talk about abolishmg slavery! We have

the principal if not the sole author

VWien he signedhis name to the Declara

slavery. There is a deeper and more in

tion of Independence in this very

sidious form, a more cursed fortn y^t

before us to abolish, in this industrial

slavery that makes a man a virtual

threescore and ten. Eleven years more

slave, while taunting him and mockmg

his years had rounded the full period of

h&d passed, and he had been spared to

see the noble aim of his life accomplished.

him in the name of freedom.

Henry George.

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<BLBBRar -HUBBARD^S
iT to which the great
sacred books of the world

XT is Criticism, as Arnold points out,

that

creates

the

intellectual

at

tisements of a nature whose

C It is Criticism, again, that, by con

childhood throi^h the great turning-

It

law is growth. Evermore it is

the order of nature to grow, and ev^

takes the cumbersome mass of creative

soul is by this intrinsic necessity quit

ting its whole system of things, its
friends, and home, and laws, and faith,

points in its history. Herein lies the

truth of all bibles, and especially of our
own. Of vast value they indeed often are
as a record of historical outward fact;
recent researches in the East are con

stantly increasing this value; but it is

not for this that we prize them most:

they are eminently precious, not as a rec
ord of outward fact, but as a mirror of
the evolving heart,soul and mind of man.

Th^ are true bemuse they have been

devdoi^ ia accordance with the laws
governing the evolution of truth in

hiiitinn history, and because in poem,

chronicle, code, legend, myth, apologue

or parable they reflect this, development

of what is best in the onward march of

hum^ity. To' say that they are not true

is as if one should say that a flower or a

tree or a planet is not true; to scoff at

them is to scoff at the law of the universe.

In weld^ together into noble form,

wheth^ in tie book of Genesis, or in the

Psalms, or in the book of Job, or elsewh^. Hie great conceptions of men
acting under earlier inspiration, whether
in Egorpt, or Chaldea, or India, oir Per
sia, the compilers of our sacred books

centration, makes culture possible

work, and distils it into a finer essence...

The thread that is to guide us across

case, because it no
longer admits of its
growth, and slowly

as the man of science can from some tiny

forms a new house.

bone, or the mere impress of a foot upon

a rock, re-create for us the winged dragon

the vigor of the

or the Titan lizard that once made the

earth shake beneath' its tread, can call
Behemoth out of his cave, and make
Leviathan swim once more across the
startled sea. Prehistoric histoiy belongs

to the philological and archseological

critic
It is to him that the origins of
things are revealed.

The self-conscious deposits of an age ^e

nearly always misleading ... It is Criti

ad^g a new revelation divinely in

the Ug^t of these two evolutions,

one of the* visible universe, the

pt^ of a sacred creation-legiend

'^ence^ and theology, if the master
n^d3 in both are wise, may at last be

and all worldly re

lations hang very
loosely about him,
becoming as it were

and not as in most

Criticism will annihilate race prejudices,

men an indurated

by insisting upon the imity of the hirnian

heterogeneous
fabricofmanydates
and of no settled

character, in which
the man is impris
oned. Then' there
caii be enlargement

own sake, and loves itnot the less because

and the man of to

it laiows it to be imattainable.

day scarcely recog-

nerve us aia. We
can not again find

I went to the dances at ChandlervUle,

aught so d(^, so
sweet, so graceful.

One time we changed partners.

Butwe mtandweep
in vain.The vpi^df

Andplayed snap-out at Winchester,

Driving home in the moonlight of middle

June,

the Almi^tyMth,

And then I found Davis.

"Up and ohwM
We were married and lived together for for evermore1"
seventy years,
. ^ #
We can not stay

Eight of whom we lost

Ere I reached the age of sixty.

form is always seen

The stomach is a slave that must accept

quent, until in

some happier mind

they are incessant,

of intellectual criticism that we shall be

spired

that the spirit can feed, cover, and

Enjoying, working, raising the twelve

able to rise superior to race prejudices ...

Oscar Wilde.

presence. Wedo not bdievethere is any

force in today to rival or re-create that

beautiful yesterday
We linger in the
ruins of the old tent, where once we had
bread and shdter and organs, nor bdieve

individual these
revolutions are fre

through which the

hew heaven and a new earth for the old

pr^, and the idea of evolution for that
added and is steadily

C In proportion to

It is only by the cultivation of the habit

position as final, and refusing to bind

itself by Ae shallow shibboleths of emy
sect or school, creates that serene philo
sophic temper which loves truth for its

reign of law for the reign of ca-

beautiful but stony

cism that makes us cosmopolitan . . .

have given to humanity a possession

ever becoming more and more precious;

^d mod^ science, in substituting a

as the shell-fish
crawls out of its

a transparent
fluid membrane

mind in the variety of its forms ...

It is Criticism that, recognizing no

the soul,in its proper eternity rad oinni-

perity of men are adver

the wearisome labyrinth is in the hands

of Criticism. Nay more, where there is no
record, and history is either lost or was
never written. Criticism can re-create the
past for us from the very smallest frag
ment of language or art, just as surely

We are idolato^ of tite

old. We do not bdieve in tiie ridies ot

at short intervals the pros

that makes the mind a fine instrument..

mosphere of the age. It is Criticism . . .

may come in

HE changes which break up

conform, and our own most

of all, is the evolution of the
_ highest conceptions, beliefs

and aspiratipns of our race from its

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SOOJFC

children,

amid' the ruins.

Neither willwe rdy
on the new; and'^
we walk ever wilii

I spun, I wove, I kept the house, I nursed reverted .eyes, 1^

the sick,

^ ^

I made the garden, andfor holiday

Rambled over the fields where sang the

larks.

And by Spoon River gathermg many a

those

monsters

who look back

wards

And yet the com

pensations of ca-

.
iamity are made
And shell,
many aflower and medmnalweea
apparent to the
understanding ^iso
Shouting to the wooded hills, string to im^grgtanding
the green valleys.

At ninety-six I had lived enough, thatisau.

Andpassed to a sweet repose.
What is this I hear of sorrow and
weariness,

Anger, discontent anddrooping hopesf

Degenerate sonsanddaughters.
Life is too strong for you

It takes life to love Life.

" Luanda Matlock," byEdgar LeeMasters

nizes the man of

yesterday. And such should be the outWardbiography of man in time, a putting

after long inteivals

of time. A fever, a
mutilation, a cniel

disappointment, a
loss of wealth, the
loss of friends,,
seen^ at the m^
ment unpaid loss,
and unpayable
But the sure years
reveal the deep

remedial force that underlies all fiacts.

The death of a d^ friend, wife, brother,
lover, which seemed nothing but priva^
tion, somewhat later assumes the aspect

everything that is given to it, but which

avenges wrongs as slyly as does the slave.

off of dead circumstances day by day, as

^Emile Souvestre.

to us, in our lapsed state, resting not

of a guide or genius; for it commpi^y

operates revolutions in our way of life,

comes by shocks.

youth which was waiting to be dt^ed,

he rene\ira his raiment day by d^. But

recondledi-^Andrew D. White.

Man is so essentially, so necess^ly, a

advancing, resisting not co-operating

with the divine expansion, this growth

^ I contradict myself? Very weU, then,

I ^ibnlxadict m3rself; (I am large. I con-

moral being that, when he denies the

existence of all morality, that very denial
already becomes the foimdation of a

We can not part with our friends. We

can not let our angels go. We do not see

t ^ multitudes).Walt Whitman.

new morality.^Maeterlinck.

that they only go out tiiat ardiangds

terminates an epoch of infimcy or of

breaks up a wonted occupation, or a

housdiold, or style of living^
allows
the formation of new ones more friendly

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ALBERT flUBBAKD^S

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to the growth of character. It permits or

ITH respect to what are

constrains the formation of new ac

called denominations of re

quaintances, and the reception of new

influences that prove of the first impor

'forest, yielding shade and fruit to wide

ligion, if every one is left

judge of his own religion,
there is no such ^ing as a
religion that is wrong; but if they are to
judge of eadi other's religion, there is no
such thing as a religion that is right; and
therefore, all the world is right, or all
the world is wrong.
But with respect to religion itself, with

neighborhoods of men.^Emerson.

out regard to names, and as directing

tance to the next years; and the man or

woman who would have remained a sunny
garden flower, with no room for its roots

and too mu<^ sunshine for its head,

the falling of walls and the ne^ect ot

its gardener, is made the banyan of the

FIND letters from God dropped in

the street, and everyone is signed by
God's name.

And I leave them where they are, for I

know that wheresoe'er I go.
Others wiUpunctually come for ever and
ever.

itself from the universal family of man

kind to the divine object of all adoration,
it is man bringing to his Maker the
fruits of his heart; and though these

NLY in broken gleams and

partial light has the sun of
Liberty yet beamed among,
men, yet all progress hath

them in the desert and made of them a

of the Mosaic law

took their thinkers

fruits may differ from each other like the

up to heights where
they beheld the
unity of God, and
inspired their poets

fruits of ^e earth, the grateful tribute of

wi^ strains that

every one is accepted.

yetphrasethe high

4c

<tc

est exaltations of

If we suppose a large family of children

who on any particular day, or particular

thought.
Liberty dawned on

iHE idea of having navies for the

occasion, make it a custom to present to

thePhoeniciancoast

protection of commerce is delusive.

their parents some token of their affec

tion and gratitude, each of them would

the

Walt Whitman.
^

It is putting the means of destruction for

the means of protection
Commerce
needs no other protection than tJie recip
rocal interest which every nation feels
in supporting itit is common stock^it

make a different offering, and most prob

ably in a different manner.
Some would pay their congratulations
in themes of verse and prose, by some

governments, and which it is its common

little devices, as their genius dictated, or

according to what they thought would
please; and, perhaps, the least of all,
not able to do any one -of those things,

exists by a balance of advantages to

and the only interruption it meets
is from the present unci^ized state of
interest to reform. . . .

There can be no such thing as a nation

flourishing alone in commerce; she can

only participate; and the destruction of

it in any part must necessarily affect all.

When, therefore, governments are at
war, the attack is made upon the com

would ramble into the garden, or the

field, and gather what it thought the

prettiest flower it could find, though,
perhaps, it might be but a simple weed.
The parents would be more gratified

by such a variety than if the whole of

mon stock of commerce, and the con

them had acted on a concerted plan,

and each had made exactly the same

sequence is the same as if each had

attacked his own.

offering
This would have the cold appearance of

r^. If ^ey are poor, she can not be

contrivance, or the harsh one of control.

But of all imwelcome things, nothing
would more afflict the parents than to

The prosperityof any commercial nation

is regulated by the prosperity of the

rich;
her condition, be it what it
may, is an index of the height of the
commercial tide in other nations.
Tliomas Paine.

Pillars

of

Hercules to plow
the unknown sea^

She broke in par

tial light on Greece,
and marble grew
to shapes of ideal
beauty, words became

the

Of snow upon 'the mountains ai\d the

moors

blockhead ever wrote

except for money.Samuel Johnson.

.,

No-^yet stillsteadfast, stillunchangeable,

Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening
breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell.

Awakefor ever in a sweet unrest.

Still, still to hear her tender-taken
breath,

And so live everor else swoon to

vigor

" Last Sonnet," hy John Keats,

instru

ments of subtlest thought, and against

the scanty militia of all free cities the
countless hosts of the Great King broke

like surges against a rock. She cast her

beams on the four-acre farms of Italian

husbandmen, and bom of her strength

a power came forth liiat conquered the

world! She glinted from shields of Ger

man warriors, and Augustus wept his
legions. CXit of the night that followed
her eclipse, her slanting rays fell again on
free cities, and a lost learning revived,

modem civilization began, a new world

grew art, wealth, power, knowledge and

In the history of every nation we may
read the same truth. It was the strength

bom of Magna Charta that won Cr^

and Agincourt. It was the revival of Lib
erty from the despotism of the Tudors

of the French peas

ants in the great
revolution, basing
the wonderful

strength that has

in our time lauded
at disaster.

What Liberty
shall do for the

nation that fiilly

accepts and loyally
dierishes her, the
wondrous

death.

refinement

No man but a

intdlectual

shores.

Imow that the vt^ole of them had after

each other about which was the best or

lowest depths of weakness When tyranny

succeeded liberty. C. See, in France, all

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen ^osk

wards got together by the ears, boys

and girls, fighting, reviling and abusing

A politician thinks of the next election; a

James Fryman Clarke.

and ships passed

gained unity, made Spain the mightiest

power of the world, only to fall to the

dying under the

Bright Star! would I were steadfast as tyranny
of the,
thou art
seventeenth cen
Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night, tury to revive in
And watching, with eternal lids apart. splendor as Liberty
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, awoke in the eight
The moving waters at theirpriest-liketask eenth, and on the
Ofpure ablution round earth's human
enfranchisement

was imveiled; and as Libeity grew so

the worst present.^Thomas Paine.

statesman, of the next generation.

ancient freedom that, the moment it had

she called forth.

Liberty came to a race crouching under

Egyptian whips, and led them forth from
the House of Bondage
She hardened
race of conquerors.
The free spirit

that glorified the Elizabethan age. It was

the spirit that brought a crowned tyrant
to the block that planted here the se^
of a mighty tree. It was the energy of

inven

tions, which are the

marked features of

this century, give us but a hint

C[ A himdred years have passed since

the fast friend of American libertythe

great Earl Chatham^rose to make his

last appeal for the preservation, on the

basis of justice, of that English-speaking
empire, in .which he saw the grandest
possibility of the future. Is it too soon
to hope that the future may hold the
realization of his vision in a nobler form
than even he imagined, and that it may
be the mission of this Republic to unite

all the nations of English speech, whether

they grow beneath the Northern Star or
Southern Cross, in a league which by

insiiring justice, promoting peace, and

liberating commerce, will be the fore
runner of a world-wide federation that

will make war the possibility of a pa^t

age, and turn to works of usefulness the
enormousforcesnowdedicatedtodestruc-

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tion,
^ Is this the dream of
dreamers? One brought to the world the

message ^t it might be reality. But

they crucified him between two thieves.

Not till it accepts that message can

t^ world have peace. Look over the
history of the past. What is it but a

record of the woes inflicted by mnn on

mw, of wrong producing wrong, and
CTime fresh crime? It must be so till

justice is acknowledged and liberty is

law ^

Who is Liberty that we should doubt

her; that we should set boimds to her,

and say, " Thus far shalt thou come and

no farther!" Is she not peace? is she

not prosperity? is she not progress? nay,
is she not the goal towards which all
progress strives?

Not here; but yet she cometh! Saints

have seen her in their visions; seers have
seen her in their trance. To heroes has

r t has been thought aconsiderable

HAT Nature is always right,

working man and the cultured oriCj the

principles of freedom to say, that govern

as untrue, as it is one whose

to understand, as they have <asea to

ment is a compact between those who

govern and those who are governed: but
this can not be true, because it is put

truth is universally taken

for granted. Nature is very

advance towards

man must have existed before govern

ments existed, there necessarily was a

time when governments did not exist,

and consequently there could originally

exist no governors to form such a com
pact with.

The fact therefore must be that the

individuals themselves, each in his own

personal and sovereign right, entered
into a compact with each other to pro
duce a government: and this is the only

mode in which governments have a right

to arise, and the only principle on which
they have a right to exist.

to martyrs, and the flames were cool!

Time to me is so precious that with great

call of her clarions ring on every breeze;

&e banners of her dawning fret the sky!

^?^o will hear her as she calleth; who

will bid her come and welcome? Who will

turn to her? who will Speak for her? who

will Stand for her while she yet hath

difficulty can I steal one hour in eight

days, either to satisfy myself or to

gratify my friends.^John Knox.

^EEY that love beyond the world

can not be separated by it.

Death can not kill what never dies.

Nor can spirits ever be divided, that

need?^Henry George.

love and live in the same divine prin

IP afriend of mine. . . gave afeast,

ciple, the root and record, of their friend

ship

not E^d a bit. . . . Buf if. . . a friend

Death is but crossing the world, as

friends do the seas; Siey live in one

and did not inwte me to it, I should

of i^e had a sorrow and refused to

to share it, I should feel it most
bitteEly. If he shut tihe doors of the house

of ^ummg against me, I would move

-

again and beg to be

a^^tted, so that I might share in what I

wte entitle to share. If he thought me

imwo^y, u^ to weep with him, I

l^uld fedi it ias liie most poignant
huxniliation,^ ^ the most terrible mode

another still. . . .

This is the comfort of friends, that

though they may be said to die, yet

their friendship and society are, in tlie
best sense, ever present because im
mortal.^William Penn.

Man can not degrade woman without

himself falling into degradation; he

for which disgrace could be inflicted on

me... he who c^ look on the loveliness

can not elevate her without at the same

time elevating himself.
Alexander Walker.

r^ize wmetl^ of the wonder of both,

is ^in imxnedlflite intact with divixie

However dull a woman may be, she will

l^ngs; and has got as near to G^'s

8^^ ag ^y>one can get.-^^^^scar Wilde.

intelligent a man may be, he will never

of t3ie world ^d share its sorrow, and

understand all there is in love; however

know but half of it.Madame Fe.

..r

an assertion, artistically,

rardy ri^t, to such an extent even, that

it might almost be said that Nature is
usually wrong: that is to say, the condi

ting the effect before tlje cause; for as

die ^x>ken, and their hearts were strong;

Lo! her feet are on the mountains^the

s>

establishing the

^Thomas Paine.

CL She is not here, but yet she cometh.

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jbook

^LBBRSr fiUBBARD*S

[I

tion of tilings that

shall bring about
the perfection of

harmony worthy a

picture is rare, and

not common at all.

This

would

seem, to even the

most intelligent,
a

doctrine almost

blasphemous.
So incorporated
with our education

has the supposed

aphorism become,
that its belief is

held to be part of
our moral being,
and the words

themselves have, in

our ear, the ring

of religion.
Still, seldom does
Nature succeed in

producing

pic

ture 6^ ^

How little this is

understood, and
how dutifully the
casual

in

Nature

is accepted as sub
lime, may be gath
ered from the
unlimited admira

STO, and Nature, who, for once, has su^

in tune, sings her exquisite song to toC

artist slcNDe, hjer son and her xnasto^
her ^

in that he loves her, her master

in that he knows her.

In the dark womb where I began

My mothefs life made me a man.

Through all the months of human btrth

Her beautyfed my common earth,

I can not see, nor breathe, nor stir.

But through the death of someof her,

Down in the darkness of the grave.

Shecannotsee thelife shega^.

For all her love, she can not teU
Whether I use it ill or well.
Nor knock at dusty doors to find

Her beauty dusty in the mind.

If the graves gates could be undone.

She would not know her litUeson,
I amsogrown. If we should m^t.
She would pass by me in the street.
Unless my soul'sfacel^fker see
My sense of whatshe didfor me.
What have I done to keep

To
her secrets
are unfolded, to

him her lessons

have become grad-

uallyd^^

Xhrdug^ his braim,

as through the lart
alembic, is distills
the refined essence

of that thought
whidi began ^th
the Gods, aiad
which they left him
to carry out.

Set apart by the^

to complete their
worksj he produces
that wondrous

thing called the

masterpiece, which
surpasses in perfec
tion all that they

Mydebt to her and womanmndf

have contrivKi in
what is called Na^

Herfor those months of wretched days?

ture; and the Go#

What woman's happierlife repm

For all my mouthless body

EreBirth's releasing hell was reached?

stand by and m^-^

vel, and perceive

What have I done, or tried, or

In thanks to that dear woman, dead?
Men triumph over wommsttll,

how far away

more beautiful is
the Venus of Melos
than was their own
Eve.Whistler.

And man's lust roves the world untamed.

O grave, keep shut lest I be shamea.

O ASSIGN is a

Men trample worhan'snghis at will.

" C. L. M.," by John MasefieM.

tion daily produced

by a very foolish
sunset.

wise man and the one of pleasure,

C And when

the evening mist clothes the riverside

with poetry, as with a veil, and the poor
buildingslose themselves in the dim sty,
and the tall chimneys become campanili,
and the warehouses are palaces in the

night, and the whole city hangs in the

heavens, and fairy-land is before us^

llien i^e wayfarer hastens home; the

sort of fever

in the mind, which

ever leaves us weaker than it found us...

^ It, more than any thing, deprives us

of the use of our judgment; for it raises

a dust very hard to see through

It may not unfitlybe termed the nM>b

of the man, that commits a riot upon

his^ reason.William Penn.

A man is an animal that writes.Homier.

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<BLBBRT IIUBBARD*S
is fallen! 9^ We may now
pause before that splendid
prodigy, which towered
among us like some ancient

,^ruin, whose frown terrified

Ae ^ance its magnificence attracted

Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat
upon the throne, a sceptered hermit,

novel, changed places with the rapidity of

a drama. Even apparent defeat assumed
the appearance of victory^his flight

Of all his soldiers, not one abandoned

him, till affection was usdess; and their

and a

first stipulation was for the safety oftheir

same stem, impatient, inflexiMe

from Egypt confirmed his destiny

ruin itself only elevated him to empire.

favorite

C But if this fortime was great, his

originality s

genius was transcendent; decision flashed

upon his counsels; and it was the same to
decide and to perform. To inferior intdlects, his combinations appeared per

energy that distanced expedition, and a

conscience pliable to every touch of

fectly impossible, his plans i>erfectly im

practicable; but, in his hands, simplicity
marked their development, and success
vindicated their adoption.

eztraordinaiy character^the most s-

His person partook the character of his

mindif the one never yielded in the

wrapped in the solitude of his own

A min^ bold, independent, and decisive

a will, de^x>tic in its dictatesan
interest,^ marked the outline of this
traofdinary, perhaps, that, in the flnnnla

of this world, ever rose^ or reigned, or

fell

cabinet, the other nc^erbrat in the field.

[ Nature had no ODstades that he did

lists where rank, and wealth, and genius

not surmoimtspace no opposition that

he did not spurn; and whether amid
Alpine rocks, Arabian sands, or polar
snows, he seemed proof against peril, and
empowered with ubiquity! The whole
continent of Euirope trembled at be
holding the audacity of his designs, and
the miracle of their execution. Skepti
cism bowed to the prodigies of his per

fled from him as from the glanre of des-

history; nor was there aught too incred

Flimg into life, in the midst of a revo

lution that quickened every energy of a

people who acknowledged no superior,
he commenced his course, a istranger by
bjrth, and a scholar by charity!
With no friend but his sword, and no
fortune but his talents, he rushed into the

h^ arrayed themselves, and competition

^y. He knew no motive but interest

he acknowledged no criterion but succewhe worshiped no Gk>d but am

bition, and with an Eastern devotion he

kndt at the shrine of his idolatry. Sub-

dia^ to this, there was noopinion that

he did not promulgate: in the hope of a
,dynasty, he upheld the crescent; for the

sake of a divorce, he bowed before the

Cross:the orphanof St. Louis,he became

the adopt^^ child of the Republic; and

jwth a pancidal ingratitude, onthe ruins

Doth of the throne and .the tribime, he

reared the throne of despotism.

A professed Catholic, he imprisoned the

po^;a pretended patriot, he impoverishM the country; .and in the name of Brutiu,he graspedwithout remorse,and wore

wtjoutsh^, the diademoftheCosars!

this pantomime ofhispolicy,

AP^^yd
theclown
to his caprices.
At
his touch, crowns
crumbled,
be^ars
rngnra, sjrstems vanished, the wildest

theories took the color of his whim, and

all that was venerable, and all that was

formance; romance assumed the air of

ible for belief, or too fanciful for expec

tation, when the world saw a subaltern

of Corsica waving his imperial flag over

her most ancient capitals. All the visions
of antiquity became common places in
his contemplation; kings were his people
^nations were his outposts; and he dis
posed of courts, and crowns, and camps,
and churches, and cabinets, as if they
were the titular dignitaries of the chess
board!

he was awakra^

pay tribute The

victorious veterian
glittered with his

He toils and toils; the paper gives

gains; and the capi

tal, gorgeous with
the spoils of art,

His little heart is glad; he lives

became the minia

ture metropolis of
theuniverse. In this
wonderful combixmtion, his affecta
tion of literature
must not be omit

ted ^ The jailer of

the Press, he affect

ed the patronage
of letters^the proscriber of books, he
encouraged philos

ophy^the

perse

cutor of authors,
and Ae murderer

of printers, hfe yet

pretended to the
protection of learn

ing!^the assassin

of Palm, the silen-

cer[of De Stael, and

the denoimcer of

mutable as adamant. It mattered little

Kotzebue, he was
the friend of David,

jacobin boimet or the iron crown

banishing a Braganza, or espousing a
Hapsburgdictating peace on a raft to
the Czar of Russia, or contemplating
defeat at the gallows of Leipsiche was
still the same military despot!
Cradled in the camp, he was to the last
hour the darling of the army; ,and
whether in the camp or the cabinet, he
never forsook a friend or forgot a fawxr.

the same mysterious, incoinpr^^spile

sdf^the tnunwithouta model, aiidwith

They knew well, if he was lavish of them,
out a shadow.
he was prodigal of himiself; and that if he
His fall, like his life, baffled all specula
exposed them to peril, he repaid them
tion. In shbxt, 'his
with plunder. For
whole history was
the soldier, he sub
/ wriie. He sits beside my chair.
like
a dreieim to the
sidized every peo
And scribbles, too, in hushed delight.
world, and no mem
ple; to the iseople He dips his pen, in charmed air:
can tdl how or why
he made even pride
What is it he pretends to write?

Amid all these dianges he stood im

whether in the field or the drawing-room

^with the moborthelevee^wearing the

he was, throu^ all his yicuisitudi^^^e

the benefactor of

No clue to aught he thinks. What them

from the reverie.

^ ^ch is a f^t

pnH f^ble .picture

The poems that he can not pen.

Strange fancies throng that baby brain,

it is to be

Whatgrave, sweet looks! What earnest the last) emp^

of the Frendi. .
eyes!
That he has d^e
He stopsreflectsand now agam
His unrecording pen he plies.
It seems a satire on myself,

mudi evil ^ere is<

little doubt; that

he has b ^ the

These dreamy nothings scrawled m air. originoftnucligp6d

This thought, this work! Oh, tricksy elf, there is just as
Wouldst drive the father to despair? little. Thrbi^ ^
means, inten^on^

or not, Spaing
Despair! Ah, no; the heart, the mind ^
Presistsffn hopingschemes and strives tugal, and Fraiice
have arisen to sthe
That there may linger with our kind

Some memory of our little lives.

blessings of a free
constitution;8Uper.

stition l^s fo^d

Beneath his rock in the early world

hw grave in
Smiling the naked hunter lay.
And sketched on horn the spear he hurled ruins of the
The urus which he made his prey.

quisitidn and
feudial' system^

Like him I strive in hope my rhyrnes

May keep my name a little wMe
O child, who knows how many times
We two have made the angels smile!
" A New Poet," by Wittiem Canton

De Lille, and sent

his academic prize to the philosopher of

England

Su<^ a medley of contradictions, and at

the same time such an individual con

sistency, were never united in the same

character. A Royalist^a Republican and

an Emperora Mohammedana Catho
lic and a Patron of the Synagoguea
Subaltern and a Sovereigna Traitor

its whole tri^ of

tyrafuuc satdlH^i
has fl^ forever ^

Kings may leami

from him that thei'

safest study,, as

wdl as their noblest,is the interdit: oT#e

people; the people are taught by him^t

there is no despotism^ so stupOTaoyt

against which they have not a resour^;

and to those who would rise uptm the

ruins of both, he is a living leswn. that if
ambition can raise th^ from the lowest

station, it can also prostrate thm from

the highest.--<^harlM Phillii.

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flUBBARD'S
the other night, late at night, a light in a

AM indined to believe that

the intention of the Sacred

cottage-window, and heard the loom

Scriptures is to give to man

busily at work, the shuttle fl3ring rapidly.

kind the information necesscuy for their salvation.

It ought to have a cheerful soimd, but

it is at work near midnight, when there is

But I do not hold it necessary to bdieve

care upon the brow of the workman

lest he should not be able to seciu-e that
which will maintain his wife and children

that the same God who has endowed us

with senses, witii speech, with intellect,

HERE are two great forces

which seem sheer inspiration
and nothing elseI mean
Shakespeare and Burns.
This is not the place or the
time to speak of the miracle called Shake

speare, but one must say a word of the

then there is a foretaste of w^t is

Bums ^

of thes^ and seek by other means for

knowledge which these are sufficient to
procure for us; especially in a sciente like

meant by the word " famine.*' Oh, if

these men who made the Com Laws, if
these men who step in between the Crea
tor" and His creatures, could for only

Try and recon

struct Bums as he

one short twelvemonth^I would inflict

was-a

peasant

bom in a cottage
that no sanitary inspector in these

of Lucifer, are so much as named at all.

upon them no harder punishment for

their guilt^if they for one single twdvemonth might sit at the loom and throw

niis therefore being granted, me-

the shuttlel I will not ask that they

struggling with
desperate effort

<mce or twice only Venus, by the name

l^hinks that in the discussion of natural

should have the rest of the evils; I will

problems we ou^t not to begin at the

autlwrity of texts of Scriptures, but at
sensible experiments and necessary dem

harrowing feelings which must exist

when a beloved wife and helpless children

onstrations.Galileo.

are suffering the horrors which' these

#|jHRV1SR one goes one immediatdy comes upon this incorrigible

moDof humanity. It esdsts everywhere in
legions; crowding and soiling ev'erjrthing,

like flies in summer. Hence the number-

1^ bad books, those rank weeds of

literature which extract nourishment

not ask that they shall be tom by the

Com Laws have inflicted upon millions.

John Bright.

)[0 know the mighty wor^ of God;

^ to comprehend His wisdom and

m^esty and power; to appreciate, in
degree, the wonderAil worl^g of His

from the com, and choke it. They mono^lize the time, money and attention
which really belongs to good books and
their nobleaims; they are written merely
with a view to making money or pro
curing places. Thqr are not only usdess,

laws, surely all this must be a pleasing

and acceptable mode of worship to the
Mc^t High, to whom ignorance can not
be more grateful than knowledge.

but they do positive harm. Nine-tenths

of the whole of our present literature

amis soldy at taking a few nhitlitiga out
of the public'spodcet,and to accomplish
th^ author, publisher and reviewer have
jomed forces.Schopenhauer.

I have often tried to picture to

mysdf what famine is, but the
human mind is not capable of drawing

ray form, auy scene, that will realize the

horrors of starvation.^e men who made

^ Com Laws are totally ignorant of

iK^t It means. The ^cultural laborers
know something of it in some counties,
rad there ^e soKine hand'loom weavers

in Lancashire who know what it is. I saw

the suffering and depressed part of i^

under his protection. The oppresspr in

every shape, even in the comparativdy

days would tolerate

for a moment;

We are not sure of sorrow,

And joy was never sure;
Today will die tomorrow;

Time stoops to no man*s lure;

And love, grown faint andfretful.
With lips but half regretful
Sighs, and with eyesforgetful
Weeps that no loves endure.

innocent embodiment of the factOT

and the ^rtsmra,

he regarded with
direct aaid person^
hostility
But,
aboveaU.hesawtJie
charm of the hdme.

He reco:p^ it
as the basis of ^

From too much love of living.

sodety.Hehonor^

against pauperism,
almost in vain;
snatching at scraps

We thank with brief thanksgtvfng

Whatever gods may be,
That no life lives forever;

form, for he knew,

as few know, how

ofleamingin theintervals of toil, as it

were,withhisteeth;
a heavy, silent lad

That dead men rise up never;

proud of his plow.

C All of a sudden,
without preface or
waming, he breaks

out into exquisite

TOng like a night

From hope and fear set free.

That even the weariest river

Winds somewhere safe to sea.

Here, where the worldis quiet,

Here, where all trouble seenw

Dead unnds* and spent waves^ not

In doubtful dreams of dreams;

I watch the green field growing
For reapingfolk and sowing

it in its humbl^

sincerdy the fi^ir

ly in the cottage is
wdded by mutud
love and ^^m^

His verses, th^

go straight to the
heart of every

home, they appfe^

to every father and
mother; but that is
only the begiraing,

ingale from the

For harvest-time and mowing,

tion, of his sympa

Copemicus.

brushwood, and
continues singing

A sleepy world of streams,

I am tired of tears and laughter.

thy. There is sdine-

Of what may comehereafter

body in Burnit.

F we wish to be just judges of all

ingale pauses, till

he dies. The night-

For men that sow to reap:

He has ahe^ even

ingalesingabecaiise

/ am weary of days and hours.

Blown buds of barren flowers,

pity ev^ for the

things, let us flrst persuade oursdves

of this: tlwt there is not one of us without

fault; no man is foimd who can acquit

himsdf; and he who calls himself inno
cent does so with reference to a witness,
and not to his consdence.Seneca.

and base^nay, we may go furthCT and

say that he placed all creation, espeddly

miracle called

intended that we s^uld neglect the xise

astrcmomy, of which so little notice is

taken by the Scriptures that none of the
planets, taxept the sun and moon and

mere selfish tenderness for his ovm fap^y

assweetly, in nigrht-

he can not help it;

he can only sing
exquisitely, be
cause he knows no
other
So it was
with Bums. What

And men that laugh and weep

Desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep,

" The Garden of Proaperine,"

IHEN a man of genius is in full

swing, never contradict him, set

is this but inspiration? One can no more

him strai^t or try to reason with him.

or reason about Niagara; and remember,

measure or reason about it than meastire

to get a greater quantity of good, no

the poetry is only a fragment of Bums.

Amazingasit mayseem, all contemporary

Give him a free field. A listener is sure

matter how mixed, than if the man is

testimony is unanimous that the man was

thwarted
Let Pegasus bolt^he will
bring you up in a place you know nothing

far more wonderful than his -i^rks

about I^Linnceus.

thy was not less so. His tendemess was no

If his talents were universal, his sympa

^ A. C. Swrnbume

perhapsthefounda>

thMg for ev^for v^min; he has

ardi^eneinyofnianr
kind. And his urii-

versdity mak^ his

poems a treSsiu*hbuse in: which ^

may find what they want. Every Wajr-

farer in the jouriiey of life may pmcK

The sore, the weary, the wound^

allfind something toheal ^ soothe. For
this great master is the universd S^tnM-

itan^ Whefe the prirat ^d the Levite

may have passed by in vfim this eternal

heart will still afford resource

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ALBERT ffUBBARD*S

His was a soul bathed in crystal ^ He

hurried to avow everything. There was
no reticence in him. The only obscure
pass^e in his life is the love-passage with ,

darkness, their bloody sweat, are we not

encouraged by their lapses and catas
trophes to find energy for one more effort,
one more struggle? Where they failed,

Highland Mary, and as to that he was

silent not from shame, but because it was
a sealed and sacred episode ^ " What a

we feel it a less dishonor to fail; their

errors and sorrows make, as it were, an
easier ascent from infinite imperfection
to infinite perfection.
Man, after all, is not ripened by virtue
alone. Were it so, this world were a para
dise of angels. No. Like the growth of the
earth, he is the fruit of all seasons, .the
accident of a thousand accidents, a living

flattering idea," he once wrote, " is a

world to come. There shall I with speech
less agony or rapture recognize my lost,

my ever dear Mary, whose bosom was

frai^ht with truth, honor, constanQr and

love." But he had, as the French say,
the defects of his qualities. His imag^inatwn was a supreme and celestial gift, but

mystery moving through the seen to the

unseen; he is sown in dishonor; he is

-^SCRiAl^ JBOOJPC
ilHEN you come into any
fresh company, observe their
hmnours ^ Suit your own
carriage thereto, by which

insinuation you will make

their converse more free and open. Let

your discours be more in querys and

doubtings than peremptory assertions

or disputings, it being the designe of

travelers to leame, not to teach. Besides,

it will persuade your acquaintance that

you have titie greater esteem of them, and

soe make them more ready to communi
cate what they know to you; whereas

nothing sooner occasions disrespect and

quarrels than peremptorinesse. You will
find little or no advantage in seeming
wiser, or much more ignorant than your
company. Seldom discommend anytiiing
though never so bad, or doe it but
moderately, lest you bee imexpectedly

his imagination often led him wrong and

matured under all the varieties of heat

never more than with woman. Hie chiv

alry tlwt made Don Quixote see the

heroic in all the common events of life

and cold, iii mists and wrath, in snow and

vapors, in the melancholy of autumn, in
the torpor of winter as well as in the rap
ture and fragrance of summer, or the

hence manyloveafifaira, and some guilty

bamly affluence of spring, its breath,

its sunshine; at the end he is reaped, the

reference to time and circimistances.

product not of one climate but of all, not

of good alone but of sorrow, perhaps

safer to commend any thing more than is

mellowed and ripened, perhaps stricken

mu^ as it deserves; for commendations

ade Bums (as, his brother-t^s us) see a

goddess in every girl he approached;
ones, but even these must be judged

This mudi is certain: had he been devoid

of genius they would not have attracted

attention. It is Bum's pedestal that af

fords a target. And why, one may ask,

IS not the same treatment measured out
to Buito as to otheis?

and withered and sour. How, then, shall

we judge any one? How, at any rate, shall

we judge a giant, great in gifts and great

in temptation; great in strength, and

as much by the study of imperfection

great in weakness? I^t us glory in his

strength and be comforted in his weak
ness; and when we thank heaven for the

Had we nothing before us in our futile

inestimablegift of Bums, we do not need

Mankind is helped in its progress almost

g by the contemplation of parfection.

andhalting lives but ssdnts andthe ideal,

we TOght well fail altogether. We grope
' blindly along the catacombs ofthe world,
we dimb the dark ladder of life, we feel
our way to futurity, but we can scarcely
see an indh around or before us

We

stumble^andfalter and fall,our

knees are bruised and sore, and we look

up for light and guidance. Could we see

nothing but distant,unapproachable impecrat^ity we mig^t w^ sink prostrate

m the hopelessness of emulation, and the
weannessof despair.Is it not then, when

serais blank and listless, when

sfrength and courage flag, and when per

fection seems remote as a star, is it not

^en that imperfection helps us?Whenwe
that tilegreats andchoicest images
of God have had their weaknesses lilre

ours, their temptations, their hour of

to remember wherein he was imperfect;

we can not bring ourselves to regret that

he was made of the same clay as our

selves.Rosebery.

forced to an unhansdm retraction. It is

due, than to discommend a thing soe

meet not soe often with oppositions, or,

at least, are not usually soe ill resented

by men that think otherwise, as discom
mendations; and you will insinuate into

men's favour by nothing sooner than

seeming to approve and commend what
they like; but beware of doing it by a

there ^ve see the works of God; but

m cities, littie else but the works of men;
and the one makes a better subject for
our contemplation than the other

The country is both the philosopher's

gardenand library, in whidi he reads and
contemplates tibe power, wisdom, and
goodness of God.^William Perm.

I congratulate poor young men upon

being bom to that ancient and honor

able degree which renders it necessary

that they should devote themselves to

hard work.^Andrew Carnegie.

man who makes it the habit of

_ his life to go to bed at nine 6'dock,

usually gets rich and is always rdiable.
Of course, going to .bed does not make
him rich^I merdy mean that su<A a
man will in all probability be up early
in the morning and do a big dash's work,

so his wearybones put him to 1^"early.

Rogues do their work at night. Honest

men work by day. It's all a matter of
habit, and good habits in America make

any man rich. Wealth is largdy a result

of habit.^John Jacob Astor.

V^ FEEL most de^ly that this whole

question of Creation is too

found for human intellect. A dog mi^t

as wdl speculate on the mind of Newton!
Let each man hope and bdieve what he
can.Charles Darwin.

thank Thee for this place in whidi

we dwdl; for the love that unites

us; for the peace accorded us this day;

for the hope with which we expect the
morrow; for the health, the work, the

food, and tilie bright skies that make our

lives ddi^tful; for our friends in all

parts of the earth, and our friendly

hdpers in this foreign isle

Give us
courage and gaiety and the quiet mind.

Spare to us our friends, soften to iis our

Sir Isaac Newton to one of his pupils.

enemies. Bless us, if it may be, in all

our irmocent endeavors. If it may not,

are made for co-operation, like

which is to come, that we be brave in

comparison ^

^ClU' feet, like hands, likeeyelids, likethe

rows of the upper and lower teeth. To

'He coimtry life isto bepreferr^,for

Page iU

act against one another then is contrary

to Nature, and it is acting against one
another to be vexed and turn away.

Marcus Aurdius.

/rf'^ONE have fought better, and none

]L_6 have been more fortunate, than

Charles Darwin. He found a great truth

trodden underfoot, reviled by bigots, and

retailed by all the world; he lived long

enough to see it, chieflyby his ownefforts
irrefragably established in sdence, in
separably incorporated into the com

mon thoughts of men. What shall a man

desire more than this?
Thomas Huxley.

give us the strength to encounter that

peril, constant in tribulation, temperate

in wrath, and in all changes of fortune,
and down to the gates of death, loyal
and loving one to another.
Robert Louis Stevenson.

the name of the Past and of the

Future, the servants of Humanity.

both its philosophical and its prac
tical servantscome forward to dnrm as

their due the gperal direction of the

world. Their object is to constitute at

length a real Providence in all depart

mentsmoral, intellectual and mate

rial.^Auguste Comte.
Education^A debt due from present to

future graerations.George Peabody.

ALBERT ilUBBARD'S

Page 212

at last to the verge of publication, with

out one act of assistance, one word of
encouragement, or one smile of favor

lY LORD: I have been in

formed by the proprietor

ofthe World that two papers
in which my Dictionary is

Such treatment I did not expect, for I

never had a patron before.
The shepherd in Virgil grew at last ac
quainted with Love, and foimd him a

recommended to the public,

were written by your Lordship. To be so

distinguished is an honor, which, being

very little accus-

native of the rocks.

tomed

Is not a patron, my
lord, one who looks

to

favors

from the great, I

know not well how
to receive, or in
what terms to ac

knowledge
W^en, upon some
slight encourage
ment, I first visited

your Lordship, I
was overpowered,
like the rest of

manl^d, by the
enchantment of

your address, and

couldnot forbearto

I know not whether Laws he right.

Or whether Laws be wrong;

All that we know who lie in gaol

Is that the wall is strong;

And that each day is like a year,

A year whose days are long.
But this I know, that every Law
That men have made for Man,

with unconcern on

man struggling

for life in the water

and when he has

reached ground,en
cumbers him with

But straws the wheat and saves the chaff

With a most evil fan.

help? The notice

which you have
been pleased to
take of my labors,
had it been early

This too I knowand wise it were

had been kind:

but it has been de

Sincefirst Man took his brothefs life.

And the sad world began.

If each could know the same^

That every prison that men build
And bound with bars lest Christ should see
How men their brothers maim.

that I might ob
tain that regard

layed till I am in
different, and can
not enjoy it; till I
am solitary, and
can not imp^ it;

With bars they blur the gracious moon.

till I

for which I saw

the world contend
ing; but I found

And they do well to hide their Hell,

wish that I might

boast myself le
vainqueur du vatnqueur de la terre

attendance so

little encouraged,
that neither pride
nor modesty would
suffer me to con
tinue it 9^ TVhen I
once addressed

your Lordrfiip in
pubUc, I had ex

hausted all the art

of pleas^ which a

Is built unth bricks of sharne.

And blind the goodly sun:

For in it things are done

That Son of God nor Son of Man

Ever should look upon!
4c *

ain known,

and do not want

it. I hope it is no
very cynical as
perity not to con

fess obligations
where no benefit
has been received,

The vilest deeds like poison words

Bloom well in prison-air:

or to be unwilling
that the public

It is only what is good in Man

should consider me

That wastes arid withers there:

as owing that to a

Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate.

patron which Prov-

And the Warder is Despair.

(Concluded on next page)

retir^ and uncourtly scholar can pos

sess. I had done sOll that I could; and no

IS well pleased to have his all neg
lected, TO It ever so little.

^en
yeap, my lord, have now passed
Since I wmtedin your outward rooms, or

was ri^ul^ from your door; during

whiw time I have been pushing on my

work through, difficulties of which it is

unless to complain, and have brought it

idence has en
abled me to do

for mjrself.

Having ^carried on jny work thus far

with so little obligation to any favorer

of learning, I shall not be disappointed

though I should conclude it, if less be
possible, with less; for I have been long
wakened from that dream of hope in

which I once boasted myself with so

much exultation, my lord.
Your Lordship's most 'humble, most
obedient servant, Sam. Johnwn.

|R. ROGERS was complimentedonhi8energy,hisforesightedness andcomplimented in various ways, and

he has deserved those com

pliments, edthough I say it myself; and 1

enjoy them all.. There is one side of Mr.
Rogers that has not
been mentioned.

If you will leave

that to me I

will

touch upon that.

There was a note
in an editorial in
one of the Nor

it. He is supposed to be a

has one side dark and the o^^ iteight.

But the other side, though you ife't ife

it, is not dark; it is brightj ^d itsi ri^

penetrate, and others do s^-it

not God.

For they starve the little frightened child

And none a word may say.

Each narrow cell in which we dwell

Is a foul and dark latrine,

touched upon that

very thing, that
Rogers, where it
spoke of Helen Kel
ler and her affec

tion for Mr. Rogers

to whom she dedi
cated her life book.

And she has a right

to feel that way,
because, without
the public know
ing anything about

it, he rescued, if

I may .use t^at

term, that marvel

ous girl, tibat wondertul Southern

girl, that girl who

baby eighteen
months old; and
who. now is as well

pany pf Ch^lj^

Wel^cTt pf

And all, but Lust, is turned to dust

In Humanity's mdchine.

agents

And sleep toUl not lie down, but walks

Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
******

And every human heart that breaks.

In prison-cell or yora.

Is as that broken box that gave

Its treasure to the Lord,
Andfitted the unclean

With the scent of costliest nard.

AM happy they whose hearts can break

it 1^^

mehi^i^y is debt.

yOli

th^

you i^l^d'
anyt^gan4<^^d>
not buy ^yti|i|ig
and I w^ pni my

back; my bopka
were not worth
anydsi^i at
and i ^v^d ^ t

^vMwayiny cc^r

rights; Mr.
had long raoiiih,

visionahe^'tos^
" Yoior books hanni

suppioated you be^

fore,

p^c is over
MayLord Christ enterin?
support
. The Ballad of R^dtog Oad." Iw Oua WOde wil
agam,
and

of her sex that has existed on this eartn

3^ nev^ see that

I was. financial'

If you
The brackish water that we drink
ber wW cpmni^f^
Creeps with a loathsome slme,
And
the bitter bread they weigh inscales was at t&at
Is full of chalk imd lime,

and thoroughly educated as any woman

atnce Joan of i^c.

In 1893j when< ^
publisihing

Chokes up each grated screen.

on this planet at twenty-nine years of

age. She is Uie njost marvdous per^

That IS not all

tdl it now.

And thefetid breath ofItmng Death

was stone deaf,

blind, and dumb
from scarlet-fever
when she was a

have nevOT bc^

allowed to; teB by

Till it weeps bothnight and day:

Andtheyscourgetheweak,andflogthefool, Mr. Rcfg^, eith^
by
or
And gibe the old and gray.
printjjand if I dcmft
And somegrow mad, and all grow baa, look at him 1 can

folk papers this

morning that

hidden side of Mr.

I would take this opportumfy to

something' tl^t

Rog^

but

mat

was a correct proposition. He sav^' my

copsrri^ts, and saved mefrom finaiinnl

ruin. He it was who arranged with my

creditors to allow me to roam^ the face of

nations thereof with lectures, promsing

that atthe end offour years I would pay

Sr for dollar, that awangement was

generous heart ofhia. You never hear of out-ofHtoors unda

umbrdl^ and a

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^ItBBRSr flUJ3BARD*S

borrowed one at that.

You see his

ble of interpretmg to the world one-

mustache and his head trying to get

white (he is always trying to look like
meI don't blame him for that). These

which are buried in her grave, I shoyld

be the medium of a greater benefit to it,

are only emblematic of his character,

th^ is ever likely to arise from any

and that is all. I say, without exception,

hair and all, he is the whitest man I

have ever known.Mark Twain. (From

speech delivered at banquet to H. H.

Refers.)

Swedenborg.

'T takes a great deal of boldness

mixed with a vast deal of caution, to
acquire a great fortune; but then it takes

ten times as much wit to keep it after you

have ^t it as it took to make it.
^Mayer A. Rothschild.

jjO the bdoved and d^lored memory

of her \i^o was the inspirer, and in
part the author, of all that is best in
my writingsthe friend and wife whose

pleasing to the gods. Wise men have an

the highest wisdom is to trust this intui

self.Aristotle.

sHE canons of scientific evidence

justify us neither in accepting nor

efficient is, once more science.

Herbert Spencer.

and religion repose. Both parties to the

dispute beat the air; they worry their

He is not only idle who does nothing, but

he is idle who might be better employed.

rejecting the ideas upon which morality

own shadow; for they pass from Nature
into the domain of speculation, where
their dogmatic grips find nothing to lay

Socrates.

|NE comfort is that great men taken

hold upon. The shadows which they hew

up in any way are profitable com

to pieces grow together in a moment like

pany. We can not look, however imi^fectly, upon a great man without gaining
spmetliing by it. He is the living fountain
of life, wUdi it is pleasant to be near. On
anyterms whatsoever you willnot grudge
to wander in his neighborhood for a

the heroes in Valhalla, to rejoice again in

bloodless battles
Metaphysics can no
longer claim to be the cornerstone of

religion and morality. But if she can not

be the Atlas that bears the moral world

she can fiimish a magic defense. Around

the ideas of religion she throws her bul
wark of invisibUity; and the sword of
the skeptic and the battering-ram of the
matericdist faU harmless on vacuity.

while.Carlyle.

Simplicity js an exact medium between

cP

too little and too much.

Sir Joshua Reynolds.

^Immanud Kant.

Let our schools teach the nobility of

for many years, it belongs as much to

never!^Peter Cooper.

but the sui^erstitions of ages past

has had, in a vefy insufficient degree, the

inestimable advantage of her revision;
some of the most important portions

The ruin of most men dates from some

idle moment.Geoi^e S. Hillwd.

having bra reserved for a more careful

A great thing is a great book; but a

greater thing than all is the talk of a grea(

tined never to receive. Were I but capa

Alike for the most perfect production

and present enjoyment of art in all its
forms, the needfiil preparation is still
science. And for purposes of discipline
intellectual, moral, religious^the most

the last appeal of what is right lies

within a man's own breast. Trust thy

labor and the beauty of human service,

examination, whidi th^ are now des

citizen can not rightly regulate his con

duct, the indispensable key isscience.

tion and be guided by it. The answer to

tion was my diief rewarddedicate

this volume. Like all that I have written
her as to me; but the work as it stands

discharge of parental functions, the

proper guidance is to be found only in
science. For the interpretation ofnational
life, past and present, without which the

cuse. Beautiful things are right and

exalted sense of truth and right was my

sfxongest incitement,and whose approba-

all-important knowledge isscience. For

that indirect self-preservation which we
call gaining a livdihood, the knowledge
of greatest value isscience. For the

I^APPINESS itself is sufficient exinward sense of what is beautiful, and

ography in his structure.

the maintenance of life and health, the

wisdom.--John Stuart Mill. (Dedication

to " On Liberty.**)

their examination over his whole body,

according to the order of its parts. So a

man writes his life in his physique, and
thus the angels discover his autobi

direct self-preservation, or

unassisted by her all but unrivaled

true;^ so beautiful actions are those

the brain, and from ^e brain inthe body

is: Science. This is the ver

dict on all counts
For

thing that I can write, imprompted and

HEN a man's deeds are discovered

after death, his angels, who are in
quisitors, look into his face, and extend

beginning with the fingers of each hand.

I was surprised at this, and the reason
was thus explained to me:
Every volition and thought of man is
inscribed on his brain; for volition and
thou^t have their beginnings in the
brain, thence they are conveyed to the
bodily members, wherein they terminate.
Whatever, tiierefore, is in the mind is in

HAT knowledge is of m6st

worth? The uniform reply

half the great thou^ts and noble feelings

man.Diaraeli.

P<HE last moments which

^^passed at Mertoh were
praying over his little daught^ is ^
laysleeping. AportraitofLady
hiing in his cabin; and no Catholic evM
beheld the picture of his patron s^t
with more devout reverence. The un^^
guised and romantic passion with wlu^
he regarded it amounted, alni^ to
superstition; and when the portrmt uros
now taken down, in clearing for ac^oft,
he desired the man who removed it to
" take care of his guardian angd." In

this manner hefrequently spoke ofit,^

image. He wore a miniature of her also

if he believed there was a virtue in the

next to his heart.Robert Sotith^.

I am quite certain that there is npth^

which draws so good, or a t g

large a congregation as a fight m taxe
pulpit.^Bolton Hall.

1Y horse was very lame, mid my t^d

did ache excee<Hngly. Nowwhat oc-

cuired I here avow fe

man account forit as he will. Suddenly I

thought, " Can not God heal m^ pr
beast asHe will? " Immediatelymyweari

ness and headache passed; and myhorw

was no longer lame.

. -

_ ,

John Wesley's Jbufnal.

There is but one God-^s it Allrfi or

tehovah? The palm-tree is sometime

Jailed a date-tree, but there is only one

tree.Disraeli.

)B are inteUigent beings; and mtdUj.

gentbeingscannothaVebeenfermM
by a blind brute, insensible being. There
^

of a field, I stop and look at the man

S8 certainly some difference, betwe^ a

dod and the ideas of Newton. Newton*^
intdligence came from some greater
Intdligence.Voltaire.

groimd of his tomb, mixing his bur^g

I^lpng around on the noisy inanity of

rt^HEN I meet a laborer on the edge

bom amid the grain where he will be

reaped, and turning up with his plow me

sweat with the icy rain of Autumn. Tne

furrow he has just turned is a monumcrat

the world,words with little meazung*

that will outlive him. I have seen tte

actions wth little worth-^^e loves to

reflect on the great Empire -of Silent,

ftirrows of our he^er: both alike bw

Kingdtoi ofDttthi It itee isgr^t; ^

pyramids of Egypt, and the forgotten

^tness to ^e work of man and tM

fllioilaiess of lito days.Chateaubrwad.

than all stars; dbq^ tb^

dae 188tnan.-~-Gfiilyle.

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^LBBRSr ffUBBARD^S
DEAR SPENCER: Your
telegram which reached me

to Christian practice in regard to mar

riage, and Christian theory in regard to

EONARDO painted souls

great perplexity, inasmuch.

I think he ought to read over the body of

as I had just been tnl1fir>g to

whereof the features and

the limbs are but an index.
The charm of Michelan

a person who did not repent of what the

gelo's ideal is like a flower

on Fridayevening caused me

MorlQT, and agreeing with him that the

proposal for a funeral in Westminster

Abb^r had a very questionable look to

us, who desired nothing so much as

peace

J3001C

and

honor

should attend
George Eliot to her
grave ^

It can hardly be
doubted that the
proposal

will

be

bitterly opposed,
possibly (as hap
pened in MiU's

case with less pro

vocation) with the

dogma. How am I to tell the Dean that

Church considers mortal sin, a service

not one solitary proposition of which
she would have accepted for truth while
she was alive? How am 1 to urge him to

Oh, may I join the choir invisible

Of those immortal dead who live again

Inmindsmade betterbytheirpresence;live
In pidses stirred to generosity.

like stars,

were in his place, I

angels are genii dis-

should

imprisoned from
the perfumed chal
ices of flowers, hourisofan erotic para
dise, elementalspir

most

em

phatically refuse
to do? You tell me
that Mrs. Cross
wished for the fu
desire to

entertain the great

est respect for her

wishes, I am very
sorry to hear it.

raWng up of past

To vaster issues.

histories, about
^K^ch the opinion

To make undying music in the world. I do not imderstand the feeling

Breathing as beauteous order, that

even of those who

hm least the denre or the right to

be Pharisaical is
strongly divided,,
and vdiich had bet-

So to live is heaven:

controls

With growing sway the growing life of

which could create

such an unusual de

sire on any personal

man.

grounds save those

So we inherit that sweet purity.
For which we struggled, failed aivd of affection, and
the natural yearn
ing to be near,

agonized,

^ be forgotten 9^ With vriderdngretrospect that breddespair.

fC With respect to Rebellious flesh that would not be sub even in deathVthose
putting pressure on

whom we heve

dued,
tl^Deanof West- A vicious
parent shaming still its child loved. And oil Vjtiblic grounds ihe
Poor anxious penitenceis quick dis-

<Qinster, I have to
consider that he
has some confi-

daice in me, and

before asking him

wish is stil)i^'*%8s

solved;

Its discords, quenched by mee^ng har

monies,

intelligible to niffe.
One

can

not

eat

one's cakeand have

it too. Those who
elect to be free in

(Cosduded on next pace)

wl^iih he is pretty
thought and deed must not hanker aft^
r
I have
ask
^pd^he^
I ^ly think
it atoriAt
the rewards, if th^r are to be so called,

raing^^ a

in hisposition to do.

0W I c^ 1^ say I do. Howevermuch

which the world offers to those who put

up with its fetters.

<^rcuiastance, West-

'll^us, howjever I lookat the proposal, it

Christian Church

seems to me to be a profound mistake^

and I can have nothing to do with it. I

there.

a Chri^
priest,Christian
and we
gsk hunj^ b^w
caas^tional

oi^y
tiie Abbey
Qeorge M
yiiotisfinovniziot
asa great
TOt^i ^ as a person whp^ life said
were in sotoridus ftntagoiiiiim

disjoined from goodness. But Correggio

is contented with bodies " delicate and
desirable."
His

While I

search

aims at the loveliness which can not be

do that which, if I

In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn

For miserable aims that end unth self.
In thoughtssublime that pierce the night neral in the Abbey.

Andwiththeir mUdpersistence urge man's

upon a tree of rugged strength. Raphael

shall be deeply grie^^ if this resolution

is ascribed to any other motives than
those iK^ch I have set forth at greater
lei^;th than I intended.

Ever yours very faithfully, T. H

(Letter to Herbert Spencer.)

its of nature want

oning in Eden in
her prime. To ac
cuse the painter of
conscious inunoral-

ity, or of what is
stigmatized as sen
suality, would be
as ridiculous as to,

dass his seraphic

beings among the

gio had no power of imagining

or
severely .... He could not,, as it iV^are,
sustain a grave and solemn sU'^iinv Sf
music.He was forced by his temp(Bramt

to overlay the melody with roulSdMi

Gazing at hisfrescos, thethouj^t c#^ ^
me that Correggio was lilresimtoihstdiiing to sweetest fluteplajringi ^d' traiu?^
lating phraseafter phrase as they pasged
throu^ his

into laughing faces^

Die in the large and charitable air;

bree^ tres^, ^d
And all our rarer, better, truer self.
ro^g mists.
That sobbed religiously in yearning song.
That watched to ease the burthen of the er cad^ce r^di^'
world.

1^ e^: imd thm

Laboriously tracing what must be.

St. Peter wil^ tie
And what may yet be bettersaw wttmn k^, or St. Aug^^
A worthier image for the sanctuary.
tine of the

And shaped it forth before the mulUtude brOw, or the mDivinely human, raising worship so
^i^ eyes of
Tohi^erreverencemoremixedwithlov^ John took foim
That betterselfshalllive tillhuman Tiim neath ^ p^cil ^
Shall fold its eyelids and the hun^ sky But the light
Be gathered likea scroll within the tomo returned, agd
Unread forever.

This is life to come.

ed again for him

anrang t3ie douds;

products of the

Which martyred men have made more

Christian imagina
tion. They belong

For us who strive to follow. May I reach in di^fy or sub-

to the generation
of the fauns; like
fauns, they com

artle^ jgrace and'

mdodibus t ^ ^ -

bine a certain sav

age wildness a dith-

glorious

That purest heaven; be to other satas

The cup ^ strength insome great agony;
Enkindie.generous ardor; feedpureme;

Beget the smiles that have no cmdty^

Be the sweetpresenceof a good diffused,

yrambic ecstasy And in diffusion even moreint^e..
So shall tjoin the choirJtwmUe
of inspiration, a de
Whose music is thegladness ofthe world,
light inrapid move
ments as they revel

'Oh.MrIJotatiChoirto^

amiddoudsor flow

ers, with theperma

nent and all-pervading sweetness of the

master's style. C
infantine or
childlike, these celestial sylphs are scarce

ly to be distinguishedfor any noblequal

ity ofbeautyj^m Murillo's ch^bs, and

are far less divine than the dioir of diildren who attend the Madonna in Titian's

It is not therein
gip <^cd8, but in
nes&

Now the mppd

which Correggip

stimulates is one
of natural and

tfaou^t^^ pitei;

sure. Tp fed his influence and

moment to be the subjert of ebxxng

pasftinn, or fierce lust, or h^mc resolv^

or profound cont^plation, or peiifflve

mdancholy, is impoi^le. Wantonn^

innocent b^use unconscbi:^ of

immor^ because incaps^W of any ^

ious purpose, is the quality which pre-

"Assumption." But in their boyhood rad

their prime of youth they acquire a niU-

vidls in ^ that he Im planted

that are peculiar to Corregpo ...

CorreiSiosity of Corregi^o,

sensuous and voluptuous forms, Oxntg-

vious artists, was the fiac^ olpaintil

ness of sensuous vitality and a radiance

As a cox&sequence of the predilecti^ for

It follows fmm. this

ttet |he
\^ch

sharply distingui^c^

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^BLBBRT ffUBBARD^S

Fage 218

enemi^. They told us th^ had

[HE eyes and the mouth are the

supremely significant features of

;ND and Brother:^It

the will of the Great

the human face. In Rembrandt's ix>r-

^Emerson.

Spirit that we should meet

together this day. He orders
all things and has given us a
fine day for our council. He has taken
His garment from before the s\m and
caused it to shine with brightness upon
us. Our eyes are opened that we see
clearly; o\ir ears are unstopped that we
have been able to hear distinctly the
words you have spoken. For all these
favors we thank the Great Spirit, and
Him only.
Brother, this council fire was kindled by
you. It was at your request that we came
together at this time. We have listened
with attention to what you have .said.

truly his own^the delineation of a

fe^OME have narrowed their minds,

You requested us to speak our minds

freely. This gives us great joy; for we

trai^ent moment in the life of sensuous

beauty, the painting of a smile on Na

now consider that we stand upright be

Wars took place, Indians wd* hir^ W

fight against Indians, and many of o|^
people were destroyed.They also brouj^t

of antiquity that not only do they re

ture's face, whenli^t and colortremble

fuse to spe^ save as the andents spake,

fore jrou and can speak what we think.

All have heard your voice and all speak

and ^erM, and has dam Itousands.

in harmony with the movement ofjoyous

living creaturesnone can approadi

but they refuse to think save as. the

to you now as one man. Our minds are

agreed

a purdy voluptuous dream of beautiful

beings in perpetual movement, beneath
the laughter of morning li^t, in a world
of never-failing April hues.
When he attempts to depart from the
fairyland of which he was the Prospero, and to match himself with the
master of sublime thought or earnest

passion, he proves his weakness. But

within his own magic circle he reigns
supreme, no other artist having blended
the witdieriesofcoloring, chiaroscuro and

traits the eye is the center wherein life,

in its infinity of aspect, is most mani
fest. Not only was his fidelity absolute,
but there is a certain mysterious lim
pidity of gaze that reveals the soul ot
the sitter

A " Rembrandt " does not

give up its beauties to the casual ob

serverit takes time to know it, but
once known, it is yours forever.

faunlike loveliness of form into a har

mony so perfect in its sensuous charm.

^Emile Michd.

[ ^witdied by the strains of the siren

The Vice of our Theology is seen in the

we pardon affectations of expression,

daim that the Bible is a Closed Book

emptiness of meaning, feebleness of

compc^tion, exaggerated and melo

and that the Age of Inspiration is Past.

dramatic attitudes

In that which is

Correggio.John Addington

QRIESTS look backward, not for

ward

and so fettered them with the chains

andents thought. God speaks to us, too,

and the best thoughts are those now

your talk before you leave this place. It

the andents!Savonarola.

is right you should have one, as you are a

The record of a generous life nms like a

vine around the memory of our dead,

wish to detaiii^ou. But first we will look

They think that there were

once men better and wiser than those who

now live, therefore priests distrust the

livingand insistthat wesh^ be governed

Brother, you say you want an answer to

being vouchsafed to us. We will ^cd

great distance from home and we do not

and every sweet, unselfi^ act is now a

back a little and tell you what our

fathers have told us and what we have

perfiuned flower.^Robert G. Ingersoll.

heard from the white people.

Brother, listen to what we say.There was

IT is a happy and striking way ot

expressing a thought.
It is not often, though it be livdy and
mantling, that it carries a great body

a time when our forefathers owned this

great island. Their seats extended from

with it.

He had created the buffalo, the deer, and

Bvaywar is a national calamity whether

Wit, therefore, is fitter for diversion than

budness, being more grateful to fancy

other animals for food. He had made the

bear and the beaver. Their skins served

victorious or not.<Hn. Von. Moltke.

than judgment.

I^^TIAN by a few strokes of the

Less judgment than wit, is more sail

than ^last.

U8 for clothing. He had scattered them

over the country and taught us how to

by the dead. I bdieve this is an error,

and hence I set myselfagainstthe Church

and insist that men sh^ have the rif^t

to work out their lives in their own way,

alwasrs allowing to others the right to

work outtheir lives in their own way, too.
Garibaldi.

brudi knew how to make the gen-

ersl image and diaracter of whatever

object he attempted. His great care was

to preserve the masses of light and of

{^de, and to^ i^ve by opposition the

idea of that soli<Uty which is inseparable

ficom natural objects. He was the great
est of the Venetians and deserves to rank

with Raphael and Michelangdo.

Sir Joshua Reynolds.

the rising to the setting sun. The Great

Spirit had made it for the use of Indians.

take them. He had caused the earth to

Yet it must be confessed that wit gives

produce com for bread. All this He had

an aige to sense, and recommends it

done for His red diildren because He

loved them. If we had some disputes

extremely

Where judgment has wit to express it,

there is the best orator.
^William Penn.

about ow himting-ground they w^

generally settled without the shedding
of much blood.

But an evil day came upon us

Your

their own country for fear of wicke^Ii nfflm'

and had comehere to enjoythdr r^pon.
They asked for a small seat We

pity on them, granted theirreque^, ^d

they sat down among us. We gave the^i

com and meat; they gave us jfioison in
return

The white people,brother,had nowfou^d

our country. Tidings were carried ba^

and more came among us. Yd: to did

not fear them e We took thd^ to be

friends. They called us brothears. We

bdieved them and gave thdn a l^d"

seat. Atlength their numbers had gre|tiy,

increased. They wanted more land; ffiey

wanted our coimtry fio Our eyes Vrare

opened and our minds became

strong liquor among us. It w^s strong

c Brother, ourseats were once large ^d

yours were small. You have xw
amea

people,d we

a place left to spread our blankets.

have got our country, but are not ^
satisfied; you want to force your rdigion upon us.

Brother, continue to listen. You say-that

vou are sent to instruct us how to vgr-

diip the Great Spirit ag^eaj^y ^

mind; and, ifwe do not take hold ^the
rdigion whidi you white ^ple teadi,

we shall be unhappy hereafter. You s^

that you are ri^t and we are lost. How
do we know this to be fane? We under

stand that your rdigion is ^tten m a

Book. If it was intended for us, as weu

as you, why has not the Great Spirit

given to us, andnotonly to us, but why

did He not give to our forefethers the

knowledge of that Book, with tiie means
of understanding it rightly?
We
know what you tell us about it. How
shall we know when to bdieve, bdng so
often deceived by the White people?

^ Brother, you say thete isbutone way

to worship and serve the Gr^t ^irit. If

there is but one religion, why do you

You can never have a greater or a less

dominion than that over yoursdf.

landed on this idand. Their numbers

vAdte people diffe" so mudi about it?

Why not
agreed, as you can aU'

Leoiiardo da Viosi.

were small. They found iHends and not

Ae Book?

forefathers crossed the great water and

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Brother, we do not understand these

things. We are told that your religion

was given to your forefathers and h^
been handed down from father to son.

We also have a religion which was given

, <SCRAr>

you collect money from the meeting. I

can not tell what this money was in
tended for, but suppose that it was for
your minister; and, if we should conform
to your way of thinking, perhaps you
may want some

our forefathers and

has been handed

down to us, their
children. We worship in our way.
It teaches us to be
thankful for all the

They made the chamber sweet with

flowers and leaves,
And the bed sweet with flowerjs on which
Hay;
While my soul, love-bound, loitered on
its way,

from us.
Brother, we are
told that you have
been preaching to
the white people in
this place ^ These

favors we-receive,
to love each other.

/ did not hear the birds about the eaves,

Nor hear the reapers talk among the

people are our

neighbors. We are

and to be imited.

We never quarrel
about religion.
Brother, the Great
Spirit has made us
all, but He has
made a great differ-

ence between His

white and His red
children. He has
given us different
complexions and

sheaves:

stair,

pven the arts. To

these He has not
opened our eyes
We know these
things to be true.
Since He has made
sogreata difference
betw^ us in other
things, why maywe

them. We wll wait

a little while and
see what effect your
preaching has upon
them. If we find it
does them good,

Upon the lock the oldfamiliar hand:

Thenfirst my spirit seemed to scent the air
Of Paradise; then first the tardy sand
(y time ran golden; and I felt my hair
tilt on a glory, and my soul expand,

different customs.

^ To you He has

acquainted with

Only my soul kepi watchfrom day to day,

My thirsty soul kept watchfor one away:
Perhaps he loves, / thought, remembers,
grieves,
At length there came the step upon the

nrn/

THE FIRST DAY

/ wish I could remember the first day,

First hour, first moment of your meeting
me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
ThatwouldnotblossomyetformanyaMay.

makes them honest, and less disposed to cheat Indians, we will consider again of what

\OW many a man has dated a

teenth century and are mak^g the

reading of a book. The book

exists for us perchance which
will explain our miracles and

how little this village does for its own

culture. I do not wishto flatter iny towm-

The at present un
utterable things we
may find some
where uttered.

These same ques

tions that disturb

and puzzle and con

found us have in
their turn occurred

to all the wise men;

not one has been

omitted; and each

has answered them

according to his

ability, by his word

and his life. More
over, with wisdom

erality.The solitary

Silence'more musical

drivenashebelieves

(Conduded onnextpage)

aresatisfied. <[Bro-

'

Red Jackrt.

sionary who had

spoken about his
Mission among the

Seneca Indians.)

ther, we do not wish to destroy your re-

Hgion or take it from you. We only want

Public Health is the foundation

to enjoy our own.

Brother, you say you have not come to
get our lands or oiv money, but to enlighten our minds. I will now tell you that
1 have been at your meetings and saw

upon wh\ch rests the happiness of

the people and the welfare of tJae nation,
The care of the I^blic Health is the
first duty of the statesman.
Diaradi.

Lie close around her; leave no room for

Withits\arsh laughter, norfor sound of

She ftatt no questions, she hathno replies^

in and curtained with a blessea

into silent gravity Hushed
dearth

and exclusiveness

by his faith may

(Reply to a Mis-

the state^ no sdxck>l

for ourselves
O earth, lie heavily uponher
.
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching. We spend xnpife

think it is not true;

but Zoroaster,

secondbirth andpe
culiar religious ex
perience, and is

the same expe

rience; but he, be
ing wise, knew it

know!

REST

Ofall that irked herfrom the hour^ofbirth; ig^ve offour edu^Jith

With stillness
stillness that.?
that is *// ".Y
we beto De men and
Darkness moreclearthan noonday holdeth gin
women. It is time

who has had his

thousands of years

knows what is best

forHisdiildren;we

only; biit
Yet if you should forget me for a while infants
excepting
the h^f^
And afterwards remember, do not S^eve, starved Lyceum
For if the darkness and corruption leave in
the wintCT, an4
Avestige ofthe thoughts that oncel Md, latterly
the pray
Better
by
far
you
shouldforget
Thanthatyoushouldrememberandbesad, ^ginning of a li

skirts of Concord,

ney and return you

safe to your friends,

First touch of hand in handDid one hut

likeoxOT, as weare

hand,

a tf6t
We
Nor
I half me
turnwhennomore,day
to go, yet turningbyday,
stay. into
Remember
have aa comparahave
compwaYou tellmeofourfuturethatyou planned: tivdy decent spOrdy remember me; you understand
nf common
tern of
cotninon
schools^
schools for
It will be late to counsel then or pr^.

now heard our answer to your talk,

and this is all we
have to say at present. As we are going to part, we
will come and take
yon/by the hand,
and hope theGreait

its traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;

It seemed to rnean so litUe, meant so

He

advance either of

us. We need to be
Gone far into the silentland!
When you can no more hold me by the provoked goaded

hired man on a
farm in the out

different religion
accordix^ to our

The Great Spirit If only now I could recall that touch,

Remember me when I am gone away.

flattered by tbeSpi
fof that wU not

you have said.

Brother you have

Spirit will protect

you on your jour-

does right

men, nor to ^

REMEMBER

we shall leam lib

If only I could recollect it, such

A day of days! I let it come and go
much;

rapid strides ofany nation. Biit a)^d&

reveal new ones

not condude that

He has given us a

understanding?

We boast that we bdong to the

new era in his life from the

go, traveled the

same road and had

almost any ai^^

de of bodily ali
ment or

ailina^t

than on our mental

aliment. It is tinife

that we had' un
common scJhools,
that
we aiQ
did' not
that we
not

that villages wi^e

universities, an4
their elder inhabi

Even her very heart has ceased to stir,

Until the morning of
ug. tants the fellb^
Her rest shall not begin nor end, but be. ofuniversities,
with

And when she wakes she will not think

to be universal,

long,

IdsUre^if th^ arb

indeed so well off^

" Sonnets." by Christina Georgina Rosseiit
to pursue lib^al'

neighbors accord,
studies
the
rest
of
their
lives.
Shall
the
ingly, and is even said to have mvented,
and treated his

and established worship among

world be confined to one Paris, or bne

Let him humbly commune with Zo

Oxford forever? Can not students; be

boarded here and geta liberal education

izing influence of all the worthies, with

under the skiesof Concord? Can we not

hire some Abelard to Itecture tb u^?

roaster then, and through the liber^

Jesus Christ himself, and let " our

church go by the board."

AJas! what with foddfering the cattleand

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WUBBARD^S

tending the store, we are kept from

school too long, and our education is

sajily neglected
In this country, the
village should in some respects take the
place of the nobleman of Europe
It
should be the patron of fine arts. It is

rich^ enou^. It wants only the n^g-

nanimity and refinement. It can spend

monqr enough on such things as farmers

and teaders value, but it is thought

Utopian to propose spending money for

things which more intelligent men know
to be of far more worth.
^Henry David Thoreau.

Ideals are like stars; you will not suc

ked in touching them with your hands,

but like the seafaring man on the desert

of waters, you choose them as your
guides, and, following them, you reach
your destiny.Carl Sdiurz.

l^eedom is alonethe imoriginated birthri^t of man; it belongs to him by force

ofhis humanity, ^d isindependence on

the will and creation of every other, in so
far as this consists with every other per

son's freedom.^Kant.

XF any pilgrim monk come from dist^t parts, if with wish as a guest to
dwell in the monastery, and will be con

tent with the customs which he finds in

the^ place, and do not perchance by his

lavishness disturb the monastery, but
w simply content with what he finds:

he shallbe received, for as long a

as

he d^ires. If, inde^, he find fault with

aiQ^mg, or expose it, reasonably, and

with the hun^ity of clxarity, the Abbot
shall discuss it prudently, lest x>erchance
God had sent for this very thing. But, if

he havebeenfound gossipy and contuma

cious in the time of his sojourn as guest,
not only ought he not to be joined to the
body of the monastery, but also it shall
be said to him, honestly, that he must

dep^. If he does not go, let two stout

monks, m the name of G(^, explain the

matter to him.St. Benedict.

Solitude is as needful to the imagination

as society is wholesome for the character.
James Russell Lowell.

iHE enjojrment of my life

has been greatly promoted
by the undoubted love and

to Vauduse, I well know the

beauties of that diarming valley,
and ten years' residence is proof of my

untiring kindness of all with

whom I have ever lived,
"a numerous association of dis

affection for the place. I have shown my

love of it by the house which I built

there. There I began my article "Africa,"

there I wrote the greater part of my
epistles in prose and verse. At Vaucluse
I conceived the first idea of giving an
epitome of the Lives of Illustrious Men,

ciples, frOm whom I have continually

received the most pleasant attentionSi

in many cases amounting to a devotion

to

which

and there I wrote my treatise on a Soli

tary Life, as well as that on religious
retirement
It was there, also, that I

often warned tiiem

^Petrarch.

No man is in true health who can not

stand in the free air of heaven, with his

feet on God's free turf, and thank his

Creator for the simple luxury of physi

cal existence.^T. W. Higginson.
I love the man that can smile in trouble,
that can gather strength from distress,

and I hiave quite

against the injur
ious

influence

independence of
mind and of free

fought on aU sub
jects
I have had much

difficulty in con
vincing many that
the authority given
to names has been

all past

ages most injiirious

and grow brave by reflection. 'T is the

to the human race,

business of little minds to shrink, but

he whose heart is firm, and whose con
science approves his conduct, will pursue

day their weakness

his principles unto death.

^Thomas Paine.

QEO-PLATONISM
is a progressive
philosophy, and does not expect to
state final

conditions to

men whose

minds are finite. Life is an unfoldment,

and that at this

Ifanyofth^TOuld
have iinaginied l^t

And I shall spurn, as vilest dust.

their xiamra ^^d

cause ^e disio^h,

Andpledge wene'er shallsunder;

The world's wealth and grandeur.

And do I hear my Jeannie own

That equal transports move herr

I ash for dearest life, alone.
That I may live to love her.

Thus in my arms, wV

to rause ^

And on thy lips I seal my vow.

And break it shall I never,

error and false f<^-

ing between tfa^

" ToJeannie," by Robert Bums

for its support; itsubstantiaUy supported

whose happiness:

can arise only

mind and co-oi

of

_
of the'r^oiis of the

tau^tand practised, ever

But that falsehood and error

filwajrs required the authority of names

to maintain them in society, and to give

them ready currency with those who

There is one right which man i8.generally

thought to possess, which I am confident
he neither does nor can possess^the right

vidu^ interest, and of national interests

Stephen Girard.

fymn and

i swear I *m thine for ever:

destructive of mental power and independence. That truth required no name

ever lived to im

^ hatT<^

And by thy een, sae bonnie blue,

this false, ignorant, unjust, extravagant,

is my sheet-anchor. I work that I may

good or ix^-int^-

tioned persons

plant such deHd-

Had it not been for the baneful in

fluence of the authority given to names,

forget, and forgetting, I am happy.

ric^, how theM

Than sic a moments pleasure.

I ni seek nae mairo* heaven to share

never reflected or thoufitht for themselvw.

I do not value fortune. The love of labor

ing
poor
ludedifelUpw^in

wouldhavel^cat'
ed that th^r Mi

and the further we travel the more truth

fairly purchase it.^Thomas R. Malthus.

thy charms,

hatred wd

J clasp my countless treasure;

we can comprehend. To understand the

things that are at our door is the best
preparation for understanding those
that lie beyond.^Hypatia.

to subsistence^when his labor will not

Mother 1^, trtc !

Come, let me fake thee to my breast.

of intellect was

ttsdf

What divisions, hatreds,

dreadful physical and mental sofferrngs

have been produced by the nan^ 6f
Confucius, Brahma,
Mo^i
Jesus, Mohammed, Penn, J^ Snath,

of

names upon the

through

ever

was

in no way entitled;

sou^t to moderate my passion for

Laura, which, alas, solitude only cher
ished. And so tiliis lonely valley will be
forever sacred to my recollections.

practised, and the MiSemiial sfaip

ywftn upon the earth would haire
now in full vigor and ^tablishj^'

crud and misery-producing sjrstem, of

individual interest opposed to indi-

opposed to national interests, roidd not

EMBRANDT'S domestic trouble

served only to heighten and de^
ms art and perhaps his best canya^

were painted under str^ of

stances and insadness ofh^. His 1^

if^ther proof, if need^.

greatest truths and beautiM are to be

^en only throuj^ii tears Too bad for

the man! But the
worldthe
same unworld
* that
* ' 'has ialwayB

have been thus long maintained throu^ E^^'itl^ch^t thTfiu^a^

the centuries that] have passed
The
the
^
universe^the incalculable, supenonty
of the true, enli^tened, just, economical,
merciful,, and happiness-pr<^ucing
tem, of union between individuals, na

tions, and tribes, over the earth, would

have bem long since discovered and

pyres

>

To love and win is the best thing; to

love and lose the next best.
William Makepeace Thai^ay.

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rBLBERSr HUBBARD'S
'IME was when slaves were

HAT makes a man noble? Not sacrifice, for the most extreme sensualist

exported like cattle from the

British Coast and exposed

is capable of sacrifice. Not the following

for sale in the Roman mar

ket. These men and women

of a passion, for some passions are shameftil. Not the serving of others without

who were thus sold were supposed to be

any self-seeking, for perhaps it is just

guilty of witchcraft, debt, blasphemy or

the self-seeking of the noblest whidi

brings forth the greatest results. No; but,

theft. Or dse they were prisoners t^en

in war^thqr had forfeited their right
to freedom, and we sold them. We said
th^ were incapable of self-government
and so must be looked after. Later we

quit selling British slaves, but began to

buy and trade in African humanity
We silenced conscience by spying, "It's
all ri^t^they are incapable of selfgovernment." We were once as qbsciu'e,
as debased, as ignorant, as barbaric, as
the African is now. I trust that the time

will come when we are willii^ to give to

something in passion which is special

though not conscious; a discernment
which is rare and singular and akin to
frenzy; a sense of heat in things which
for others are cold; a perception of values
for. which no estimate has been estab

lished; a sacrificing on altars which are

dedicatedto an im^own God; a courage

that clmms no homage; a self-sufficiency

which is super-abimdant and unites men
and things.Nietzsche.

ELIX Mendelssohn was not

a bit" sentimental," thoi^

he had so much sentiment.

Nobody enjoyed fun more

than he, and his company

was the most joyous that could be.

One evening in hot summer we stayed in
the wood above cm* house later than

usual. We had been building a house of

fir branches in Susan's garden up in the
wood. We made a fire, a little way off it,
in a thicket among the trees, Mendels
sohn helping with the utmost zeal,
dragging up more and more wood: we
tired ourselves with our merry work;
we sat down round our fire, the smoke
went off, the ashes were glowing, it

began to get dark, but we did not like to

leave our bonfire.
" If we had some musicl" Mendels

IJ^ACROIX told Gustave Dor6 one

sohn said, ''Could any one get something

to play on? "
Then my brother re

that we ourselves enjoy.^William Pitt.

he should illustrate a new edition of his

collected that we were near the gar

dener's cottage, and that the gardener

[HE hi^est study of all is that which

to him. In a week Lacroix said to Dor6,

who had called, ** Well, have you begun
to read my story? "
" OhI I mastered
that in'no time; the blocks are all ready;"
and while Lacroix looked on stupefied,

Africa the opportunity, the hope, the

right to att,ain to the same blessings

teachesus to develop thoseprinciples

ofpurityand perfect virtuewhi(^HeaVen

b^tow^ upon us at our birth, in order

that we may acquire the power of in

fluencing for good those amongst whom
we are placed, by our precepts and ex
ample; a study without an end^for
our labors cease only when we have be
come perfectan unattainable goal, but

day, early in his life in Paris, that

worlp in four volimies, and he sent tiiem

the boy dived into his pockets and

piled many of them on the table, saying,
" The others are in a basket at the door;
there are three hundred in all! "
^Blanche Roosevelt.

one that we must not the less set before

us from the very first. It is true that we

shall not be able to reach it, but in our
strug^e toward it we shall strengthen
our characters and give stability to our
ideas, so that, whilst ever advancing
calmly in the same direction, we shall be
rradered capable of applsring the facul

ties i?idth whichwehave been gifted to the

best ix>ssible account.Confucius

A great city, whose image dwells on the

memory of man, is the type of some great

idea

Rome represents conquest; faith

When thw builds a prison, thee had

better build with the thought ever in
thy mind that thee and thy children
may occupy the cells.^Elizabeth Fry.
(Report on P^is Prisons. Addressed to

^e King of France.)

A^ man can know nothing of mankind

without knowing something of himself.
Self-knowledge is the property of that

man wbcise passions have ^eir full play,

but who ponders over their results.
^Disraeli.

hdvera over Jerusalem; and Athens em

bodies the preeminent quality of the

antique world-art.Disraeli.

SHence is a true friendwhoneverbetrasrs.

-^-Confucius.

Love of truth will bless the lover all his

dasrs; yet when he brings her home, his

fair-faced

bride,

she

comes

empty-

handed to his door, herself her only

dower.^Theodore Parker.

had a fiddle. Off rushed our boys to get

the fiddle. When it came it was the

wretch^est thing in the world, and it

had only one string.

Mendelssohn took the instnmient in

his l^ds and fell into fits of laughter

over it when he heard the sounds it made.

His laughter was very catching, he put

us a}l into peals of merriment. But he,
somehow, afterwards brought beautiful

music out of the poor old fiddle, and we

sat listening to one strain after another
till the darkness sent us home.

Reminiscences of Alice Taylor.

HO I am truly sensibly

the^lh^i

honor done me in

yet I fed great distress from

ness that my abilities and noUillixg^
rience may not be equal to the
and important trust. However, W
Congress desire it, I will enter upcoi
momentous duty, and exert evoy pw^

I possessin their serviceand fOT the si^

port of the ^orious cause

I bqj

will accept my most cordial thanjks ito

fHia distinguished testimony of
approbation
,jit. But lest some unlucky event 8iu?md

pen imfavorable to my rq^^tidOj I

beg it may be remembered
gentleman in the room that I
declare, with the utmost sincerity, I

not think myself equal to the coBon^d

I am honored with.

. _

As to pay, sir, I beg leave to

Congress that as nopecumary consid^^

tion could have tempted me to ac^t

this arduous employment at^nle qpo^
of my domestic ease and
do not wish to make any profit^frpm

I will keep an exact account * jg:

penses. Those, I doubt not, ttey wiH #8charge, and that isall I de^.
George Washington. On His
ment as Comnoander-in-Chief.

Next to knowing when^to^^^^^

portunity, the m<^

life is to know when to rorego m

vantage.*~"Di8r^*

Given agovenm^t

The wise man must remember that while

he is a descendant of the past, he is a

t)arent of the future;; and that his
thoughts are as children bom to him,
which he may not carelessly let die.

NecMdiy refonns'to poor, and satteisy

reforms the rich.Taatiis.

^Herbert Spencer.

A man is a great thing upon the earth

and throu^ eternity; but every jot of
the greatness of man is unfolded out of
woman.^Walt Whitman.

The Courage we desire and prize Is

not the Courage to die decently, but to

live manfully.-^arlyle.

when the tin ^ to

assilt in building Wa?w^ W
which roan can live.John BftnWy-

ALBERT fiUBBAKD'S

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y piano is to me what his

boat is to the seaman, what
his horse is to the Arab: nay,.
more, it has been till now
my ore, my speech, my life.

HE first perform^ce of the

Messiah took place in the
Neale's Music Hall in Dub

Its strings have vibrat^ mider my pas

lin, on 18th April, 1742, at

midday, and, apropos of the
absurdities of faslUon, it may be noted

sions, and its yielding keys have ob^ed

that the announcements contained the

my every caprice

hi^ ^
In my view it takes the first place in the
hierarchy of instruments; it is the oftenest used and the widest spread
In

following request: " Ladies who honor

this performance with their presence will
be pleased to come without hoops, as it
will greatly increase the charity by mak
ing room for more company."
The work was ^oriously successful, and
over iS400 were obtained the first day

the circumference of its seven octaves

for the Dublin diarities. Handel seems

it embraces the whole circumference of

an orchestra; and'a man's ten fingers are

always to have had a spedal feeling with

regaM to this masterpiece of hisas if

enough to render the harmonies which in

it were too sacred to be merely used for

making money, like his other works....
In this .connection a fine sajring of his

Perhaps the secret

tie which "Eolds me so dosdy to it is a

ddusion; but I hold the piano very

an ordiestra are only brou^t out by the

combination ofhundreds ofmusicians. . .

We can give brokoi diords like the

harp, long sustained notes like the wind,

staccati and a thousand passages which

before it seemed only possible to pro
duce on this or that instrument.... The

piaK> has on the one side the capacity of

assizbilation; the capacity of taking into
itsdf the life of all instrument^; on the

othar it has its own life, its own growtl^

its individual devdppment

It is a mi

crocosm

My highest ambition is to leave to

piano-playerB 'after me so^ie useful

instmctiops,
footprints of attained
advance, in fact, a work which may some
day provide a worthy witness of the
laW and stu^y of my youth.
I i^ememb^ the greedy dog in La Fon-

taetinus, whi^ let the juicybone fall from

its mouth in order to grasp a diadow.

Let me giutw in peace at my bone. I^e

hour will come, perhaps all too soon, in

'wMdx I diM like mys^ and hunt after

a monstrous intangible shadow.
-Franz Liszt.

THie art of cGnverration is to be prompt

without bemg stubborn, to refute wiliout argum^t, and to dothe great mat

ters in a motl^ garb.-^Disra^

Anybody can cut prices, but it takes
brains to malre a better artide.

-^ipyiip D. Annour.

may be repeated. Lord Kinnoul li^d com

plimented him on the noble " enter

tainment " which by the Messiah he
had latdy given the town.
" My lord," said Handd, " I should be
S(Mrry if I only entertained themI
wish to make them better"

And when some one questioned him on

his feelings when composing lihe Hal-

Idujah Chorus, he replied in his peculiar

En^ish," I did think I did see all heaven

before me; and the great God Himself."
What a fine sasring that was of poor
old George III, in describing the Pastoral
^jrmphony in this oratorio" I could
see the stars shining through it! "
The now constant custom of the au

dience to rise and remain standing during

the performance of this chorus, is said to

have originated in the following manner:

On the first production pf the work in
London, the audience were exceedingly
struck and affected by the music in
general; and when that chorus struck up,
" For the Lord God Omnipotent" in the

HE Pamell I knewand I

may daim to have known

him more intimately than
anyone else on earth, both
in public and private life
was incapable of motivdess brusqueries.
That Pamell could crush utterly and
without remorse I know; that he could
deal harshly, even brutally, with anyone
or anything that stood against him in the
path he meant to tread, I admit, but
that he would ever go out of his way to
say a grossly rude thing or make an un
provoked attack, whether upon the per
sonal appearance, morals, or diaracter
of another man, I absolutdy deny. Parnell was ruthless in all his dealings with
those who thwarted his will, buthe
was never petty.

Pamdl had a most beautiful and har

monious voice when speaking in public.

Very dear it was, even in moments of
pressed imtil I have seen, from the
Ladies' Gallery, his hand dradied until
the " Orders of the Day" which he

hdd were crushed into pulp, and only

that prevented his nails piercing his
hand. Often I have taken the "Orders "

fate that ^so overtook the slips of notes

a!nd the occasional quotations he had

got me to look out for him.

Stewart Pamell).
\

Rome endured as Ion as

Romans. America will endu^Mi^^: ^

thought.David StarrJofrd^
we remain American in spirit fuwo'
If we had paid nomore

plants now
thanbeUving
we haveina
to r o f weed.
Jrould
The secret of

what one likes, but m liking wtet

has to do.James M. Bame.

You
ny depend*^ it
as good hearts toservev^ pala^ as
in cottages.Robert Owen.

do, it is better than P}^1^1^

Sometimes when he was going to speak

I could not leave my aunt long enou^

to be sure of getting to the Ladies'

G^ery in time to hear him; or we might

think it inexpedient that I should be

seen to arrive so soon after him at the

House. On these occasions, when I was

able, I would arrive perhaps in the mid

dle of his speech and look down upon
him, saying in my heart, " Ihave come!"
and invariably I would see the answering
told me, " I Imow, my Queen."
This telepathy of the soul, intuition, or

correct.^Benjamin Disradi.

wordless message by the

J'
knew.Katherine O'Shea (Mis. i^hwles

out of his pocket, twisted into shredsa

(who happened to be present), started

It is mudi easier to be critical than to be

tho^igh often he did riot

soon as I came iri, and j^swe^'

try's foespassion modulated and sup

signalthe lift of the head arid linger^

up and reiiaained standing until the

Pamdl was aware of my

passion against his own and his coun

" Halldujah," they were so transported

that they all together, with the king

(^rus ended. This anecdote I had from

Lord Kinnoul.Dr. James Beattie.

bdiind the grille of the

touch of the white rose in his coat, whidi

what yovL will, was so strong between us

that, whatever lie business before Ae
House, whether Pamdl Was spealdii
or not, in spite of the absolute imposMbility of distinguidiing any face or forin

and wisdom combing are Ac

SS^me
and^-Joseph Jpubert.
When one be^ns totorn in bed itis tine
to turn out.^Wdlington

Let us be thankfiTfor th? fools. But for

thftti the rest of us could

not suoce^
-^Hark Twain.
detain thou^ts are pr^ere^ Th^ ^

moriients when, Whatever 1^ the at

titude of the body, the soul la on its

knee8^^Vid:<>r Hugo.

^LBBRSr UBBARD*S

Pag9 22%

N my house you have met

voice irom the burning bu^. The soul

General Bonaparte. Wdl

he it is who would supply a
father's place to the orphans

of man is audible, not visible. A sound

alone betrays the flowing of the eternal
fountain, invisible to man!^Longfellow.

of Alexander de Beau-

hamais, and a husband's to his widow. I

admire the General's courage, tiie ex

[OLDIERS, what I have to offer
tent of his information, for on all subjects
you is fatigue, danger, struggle
he talks equally well, and the quiclmess
and death; the chill of the cold night in
of his judgment,
the free air, and
which enables him ASooi and light-hearted 1 take to the heat under the
open road.
toseizethethoughts
burning sun; no
of others almost Healthy, free, the world before me. lodgings, no mu
before th^ are ex
The long broum path before me leading nitions, no provis
pressed; but, I con
wherever I choose.
ions, but forced,
fess it, I shrink
marches, danger
torn tiie despot Henc^orth I ask not good fortune, I ous watchposts

.myself am good-fortune;

ism he seems de

sirous of exercising
over all who ap
proach him
His
searching glance
has something
singular and in
explicable, which
imposesevenonour
Directors; judge
if it may not in
timidate a woman.

E V en w h a t

oug^t to please mq
the force of a

Henc^orth I whimper no more, post.pone no more, need nothing.

Done with indoor complaints, libraries,

querulous criticisms.
Strong and content I travel the open road

4>

All seems beautiful to me.

/ can repeat over to men and women.
You have done such good to me 1
would do the same to you,

I wUl recndt for myself and you as I go.

I will scatter myself among men and
women as I go,

I will toss a new gladness and roughness

passion, described

among them.

with an energythat

** The Open Road," by Watt Whitman

leaves not a doubt

INDEXES

in " the still, small voice," and in a

and the continual

INDEX Of SUBJECTS
Achievement, Ibsen, 104.
Advernty: Uoes of, Stowe, 45; and prosperity,
Johnson, 95; McCarthy, 118; Tacitus, 174;
B\fron, 191.
Advertising and humor, Ad, 04.
Advice, Von EuwbMi, 100.
Affection,
, 227.
AfOiction, Ceett, 171.

Age, old: Fear of, Ootdsmiih, 47; and youth. Holmes,

50; Yeats, 77.

Agriculture, Edison, 21; Importance of, EilL, 84;

Warner, 89; Jefferson, 148.
Ambition: Burke, 23; Intellectual, Holmes, 25;
Mardm, 27; Attainment of, Appd, 70; Lincoln,
112.

America, the melting-^t, ZangwiU, 06.

batteries^those
who love freedom

Luther, 82; Dodsley, 164; Penn, 205.

Animals, Crudty to, Victoria, 20.
Aphorisms, Disraeli, 225.
Apples, Burroughs, 92.

HE chief dif-

ference be
tween a wise man

and

an

ignorant

one is,.not ^ t the

first is acquainted
with regions invisi
ble to the second,

Andre, The fate of, Hamilton, 134.

Anger: Dangers of, Metchnikoff, 78; Work and,

April, Watson, 171.

Ar^ment, Gibbon, 94.

Aristocracy, Today and tomorrow, Massim, M.

Art: IngersoU, 89; Michelangelo, 176; Buskin, SO;

and education. Whistler, 38; and life, Morris,
120; and nature, Dostoievski, 41; and science,
atheuis, 19.

ArUstic temperament. The, PhiUipa, 44.

ArUst, The first. Whistler, 24.
Aspiration, Alcott, 62.
Autumn, Carman, 20; Landor, 193.
Baltimore, Lord, Straus, 51.

Beautiful, The, Orayson, 38.

Beauty: Balzac, 15; an. aUnpervading prescmce,

away from common si^t and interest,

^Letters of Josephine.

Starr King.

You better live your best and act your

best and think jrour best today; for today
is the sure preparation for tomorrow and

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness

Beethoven, Music of, Wagner, 71.

Behavior, Necker, 143.
Belief: Terence, 168; Disraeli, 215.
Bibieni, Cardinal, Letter to niece of, Bavhael, 188.

alike. We are never either so wretched

Bible,Hie: Aked, 227;Gladden, iSPT; and democracy.

but that he understands the common

or so happy as we say we are.Balzac.

all the other tomorrows that follow.

^Harriet Martineau.

lOTV wonderful is the human voice!

It is indeed the organ of the soul t

The intellect of mnn sits enthroned
visibly upon his fordiead and in his
^e; and the heart of man is written
upon his countenance. But the soul

reveals itself in the voice only, as God

revealed himsdf to the prophet of old.

That silence is one of the great arts of

conversation is allowed by Cicero him

self, who says there is not only an art,

but an eloquence in it.^Hannah More.
Whether you be man or woman you

will never do anything in this world

without coxira^e. It is the greatest

quality of the mind next to honor.
^James L. Allen.

Business: Common law of, Arvumr, 30; Sucpw in.

SdfT^e,9\.

Byron, LaS: MoBauiay, 138; Thamm^ 1?Capital, and labor: Neweomb, 27; imf^
Swing, 175.

Carelessness,

Carpenter, The, Whtitt^

180.

Beauty of, TAoreoti,^.

Charitableness,

' Charity,
Hame^lJQCheerfulness:
Carlyle, 08; Kwgsiey, gg.
w.

80;

andgoodness, Ball, 88.

Farrar, 67; Montesnrt,

26; of the Ghetto, London, 42.

Chillon, Byj^ 188.
. m -

Srie, 158; Charm of, Ouitot, 72; Work apd,

of his sincerity, is pr^psely the cause

which arrests ^e consent I am often on
the point of pronoimcing.

things which the second only sees.

Bunker HiU, Adams, IM.

Bums. Robert: Hittis, 96;

Amuaement: Balzac, 140; and work. Buskin, 81.

Ancestry: VoUaire, 165; Pride of, Overbury, 21.

Ancient^ The, Savonarola, 218.

Garibaldi to his
Roman soldiers.

Americanism, Oordon, 227.

struggle with the

bayonet against
and their coimtry
may follow me.

adversity, Irving, 120.

Boy, Hie American, Booseew, 21.

197; The new,

Orcumstantial ewdence, M^
oSion and
College, Thft and

Comfort, Pj^

Po^ ^

Columbuft

Commenaalism,

gl5.

Channing,56; and trutii, Keats, 59; Maeterlinek,

128.

Confidence, Coyr, 07* Lack of, Bocw,

BuxLtUm 02

Bigotry. O^ConneU, 33.

Birth of a child, Tagore, 54.

Bizby, Mrs., Letter to, Lincoln, 133.
Brahma, Emerson, 146.

Corn laws,The,

Brav^, Shakespeare, 189.

Bnb^, Oarrick, 58.

Britain, Great, Jay, 193.

Brotherhood of man: Herron, 32; MaYkham, 35, 39;

George, 17; Terry, 19; AUgdd, 30; MiUs, 78;

Bobinson, 34.

Brown,'John: Wise, 119; His address to the court,

120; Burial of, PhiiUps, 124.
Books, Bacon, 8; Gosse, 27; Burroughs, 81; Channing,
158,198; Travbd, 161; Barrotr, 171; Cuitis, 179;

Co<^= C-^
98; Ne^of,

lU! ani
a

.m-M

ioo-, 1W4

FoUy md wisdom. Goldsmith, 86.

Food, Wiley, 145.

Thci WHia, 88.

Eoolishn^: L^, 166; Mark Twain, 827.

Characteriaition of, Brandea, 52.

Daimes, Carman, 100.

ftanc^ The Queen of. Bvrke, 99.

Dar^ Charles, Htaiey, 211.

De^: 5, 15; Limsoln, 17; Stevetuon, 49; Raleigh,
80; ^nvsoa, 101; SeoU, 108; 8ievenson.l08;
a^hfe, Cni%, 48; The mystery of. Cook, 76;

PVanUin, BCTjamin; Epitaph of, 129; Fiake, 199;

and W^ungton. Jtfferson, 177.
222; Loi^, 82; Dangers of. Qar^ , 58; Guardians of, Depew, 74; of speech,

Dant^ Miehdangdo, 179.

Demoe^ of, IngaOa, 77; King, 07; a friend.

iTTanJainf 118*

D^t, a leather, Etnerton, 104.

Dafication, A, Killing, 188.

Defoo, Daniel Besant, 196.

108;

Dem^gatt and Agitators, DisraeU, 186.

'Denrtctwy; WkUman, 121; Jay, 180; and En^d.

Cobdm, 179.

Dtii^, Burrougha,8;Soeratea,109;Shaie*peare,185.
Dirt, Hie love of, JFahter, 89.

Di^line: St. Benedict, 222; Plato, 28.

Dwvntent, Varities<rf, Graham, 78.
Discretion, FranMin, HtS.
Divinity, Luther, 120.

Diae, Gostave,Rooseoeit, 224.

Doubt, Stamelaua, 140.*

Drama, The, Cuahman, 26.

Montaigne, 75; Burrougha,

26;Emerson, 88;Steoenson, 29;

Feril8^)f, Bourne, 59; a ^t, Hughes, 75.

GenUeiron, Characteristics of a, Galsworthy, 86.

Ehot, Huxley, 216.

Gifts, Patne, 202. of

Dreams, Damea, 181.

Dnty; Beeeker, 19;Otler, 70;Steoonton,^;MilUt lfi7

Eduj^n: Wkiiloek, 48; Loeke, 68; Bismarek, 128;

PeaMff, 211; Cooper, 214; Meuiing of. Buskin,

17; Benson, 78; and democrat^, fPtbon, 21;

Dangers of, Wu Ting-Fang, 56; A liberal. Hmo-

l^, 90; Firstaim of,Seton, 145.

^otism and ignorance, Btdtoer-Lytion, 61.
^sdridty, Wondos of,Hafethome, 57.
Soqueno^ Cieero, 87.

Emi^n. Balph Waldo. Hdmes, 188. .

Kideavor. Fiona Mad^ 142.

Eirargy, Btadon, 72.

1 and Atoerica, Ccbden, 187.

ant, limits of, WAster, '58.

btaxanfflit, LongfdUna, t5.

Junnasia. Cheater. 60.

tovyr i9tB(A, 69; Fo&otr^, 145.

Besets ci, Fiake, 86.

Bvoliition: TM, 169;of intellect,Darwin, 84; Sold,

Emerson, 201.

ffinininations, AmM, 181.

B^cdtivei Qualifioitions of, Makin, 148.

Shabeapeare, 48.

watavaganoe^ Frtmiiin, 58.

9^ andinfeienec^ Wilson, 86.

ttlre!, DuiraiH, 157.
play, Onrtw, 107.

London, 42.

GirMd, Stephen. Will of, 168.

Humor: Addison, 12; Beecher, 21; Formaof, iMmb,

68; and advotidng, Ade, 54.
Hypocrisy, Savonarola, 164.

Dreier, 94; Power of. Swing, 22.

97; and life. Van Dyke, 172.

Idleness: Holiburton, 198; HiUard, 214; Socrates,

216; BeneiSts of. Skinner, 86; and sickness,
, ,

Ignorance: Confucius, 197, 227; andwisdom, King,

228.

InimortiJity: VoorhMS, 62; Ingersoll, 88; Socrates,

109; Van Dyke, 142; Stevenson, 149.

Inconsistency,
200.

Independence: Emerson, 29; Sumner, 72; Plutarcn,

Indians, The, Sprague, 95.
Indifference: Noyes, 68; Farrar, 67.
IndustriaUsm, JKetter, 12.

InEnite, Th6, Hugo, 110; The thought of the,

Pasteur, 78.

Influence, Sfcpiien, 28.

Ingersoll, Ebon C., Tribute to, Ingersoll, 181.

Twain, 69; Henry, 78; Hypa^

briand, 216;

pleatent, 6; The abounding,

pose of.Swing, 22; Endof,

of, AUgeld, 80; and df

Gaynor, 44; Joy of,

Hamerton, 47; Love of,

^sti^
Sliao BS;

Brooks, 48; a

Joys of, Goethe, 57; Mis^ of,

consecrated. Van Dyke,

Beauty of, Kirkhan,,

67; agnificance of,

Jfonto&rw, 68; and

inheritance, Lubboek,

deley, 72: Ideals of,

lace, 78;Journey of,Bott^ to, xw ^

ci>^

Cook, 76; The duty

crated, Dreier, 87; a

92; The consecrated,

iofi'

101: Preparation for,

Sil^, 111; a tiioughU

Int^gence, Fottotra, 215.

Intn^ection: Whittier, 119; Smith, 127.

Spiritual forces of, Frodtd, 18^j, ligo. aidi

Gatfidi, 171; Ladda of,
jgA; Sd

CarMe, 94.

Gnrf, Bitopadesa, 21.

^^w*'2l4*'

Astor, 211; Sweden-

^*8,Ffwleridc, BeatHe, 226.

Handshaking, Everett, 144.

Haro^: Soi^, 16; Maeterlinck, 80; Bdiaon, 1;

2*^
86; Jerrpld,
Aurelius,
Santayaaa,-^
W; FrankUn,
98; 70;
Ruskitt,
102; 79;
IngeraaU,
106;

Cheney, 127; Ariatc^ 214; an incident^ Hawthanw, 411; Tie attainment of, FranUin, 19;and
^saon. Tennyson, 88; and pleanir^
198;
*T
55^ Garibaldi, 228.
Hardship.

Health: DieraeU, 220; Higginson, 222; and happi

Heart The human,Ouida, 41.
^mdon, Wm.H., Masters, 150.
Hei^. Patrick. Henry, 192.

Inspiration: Bennett, 75; Dreier, 87.

Jealousy: Stevenson, 97; National, Washington, 75.

Jefferson, Tliomas, Straus, 51.
,
Jesus: Franklin, 104; Greatness of. Hams, 166.
Johnson, Samud, BoaweU, 186.

Ho^^^gwBonn, 62; Caiiyle, 189; of thought.

Hetne, 94; FrankUn, 99; Comte, 211;IntellecliHa
development of, Fiske, 184: and CtemiifiPB,
Schopenhauer, 208; Loveof. ZJoyd, 24; Warand,

Pasteur, 1^

Love, BUey, 184; Object of,

W. ^

sorrow, Landor, 198;a play.

218;

love. Masters. 201; A gcneioua,

Country, Betxher, 226.

Josephine, Empress, Death of, TFrfwm, 176.

Joy: a boomerang, Cravford, 17; Coates, il;WilKs,

91; Wagner, 164; andwork, Brigga, 58; Artand,
Mathews, 19.
Judea, The ProCTirator of, France, 118.

Jury, The, Dtc&ww, 88.

j* !.
Justice: George Eliot, 14; Tolstoy, IQ; andtroto.

juierawire,runcuon8

- r-

Louvre, First visit to the,

W*

Love: BourdiUon, 89;

George, 47; Dickens, 88; Frankltn, 89; Gals-

Ddtson, 128; Byron, 140;

toorny, 126.

Stories of. Wells, 8; Divme

168; Markham, 195 ^

47;

12; Smith, 127; and wisdom,

Otdda, 79; and ignorance, Besant,50.
Eubla Kl^n, Coleriage, 195.

Labor: and capital, Newcomb, 27; Foolishness of.

Skinner, 86; Voice of, Jaures, 46; andcapital,

Lincoln, 50; Attitude of govemiMnt towai^
Lincoln, 58; necessary to success, BoosevM, 97;

MaUhiia, 222; Dignityof, Ifittrf, W9; and song,

^intilian, 172; and happiness, Gvrard, 228.

I^nd: Man and the, George, 89,199.

ii

Life: Barbauld, 12; Bail^. W;

Tbe American, Cobden,

179, lie best, Patne, 197.
Gratitade: Coates, 21; Newcomb, 28.
Gratn^: Irmng, 102; Bacon, 155; The mark of,

Honor, Shaw, i72.

Hodnir, Genial j.. Letter to, lAneeln, 177.
Hun^ty: Gmhy, 14; George, 17; The war of*

Butdmaon, 146.

library, la an old. Lamb, 56.

ness of, Qriags, 129; J<>y of,

Privileges of, Haslitl,

Ia Gioconda, Pater, 100.

i^ike. The, Thoreau, 65.
Umb, Charles, Haditt, 146.

Badthi 65;Bl^wuiga of, CA 45.

George, 208; Pitt, 224; ^d

78; Political and econonuc Whmoeitt w*

Innocence: Seneca, 208.

HomeaScknesa, Cfwiyi 81.

Blmden, 105;toieman, 113; fetumson, 149,and

^ ,j.

Goodness. Power of, Curtis, 118.

76;
168;Mastery of, Henley,24.
RMiItrfiijdiiig, West, 80.

9^1^: Ifvine, 51; B^aAer, 79; Carman, 100;

Ideas: Old,Shaw, 80; and cities, Dxsraelx, 224.

^'o'iaiLTniej^cct, Maeaulay, 48.

ISddStjy, MiUon, 64.

Letters of recommendation, Fromtwh

liberty: Whitlock, 61;

Ideals: Grover, 62; Schurz, 222; Chmese, Dwkmson,

Seneca, 58.

Ie. Bobart E., at Ai^matoii (01^

L' Envoi* Kipling, 159.
^
Lexington, Battleof,

Idealism: Lee, 17;Lincoln, 17; Beecher, 19; HdroM,

25; Marden, 27; Sandburg, 80; Thackeray, 67;

1^: and prac&se, Toletoy, 54; Leek of, Hadley, 61.

rM. 9.

Industry: Page, 128; Whitman, 124; FranUtn^ 147.

Godwd His attributes, CarruA, 154; Letters from.

rr human, 202.
Golden Rule, 'Rie.Markham, 89.
Good and
Lincoln, 86; Swing, 92.

Hmtoton. Lincoln, 14)9.

Bter: Niswtaan, 80; JngenoU, 168; Conquest of.

, r

102.

ness, Johnson, 96.

Cai^ 117.

Ulumons, Mark Twain, 187.

Gardens, Smith, 65.

Gemus: SchomtiAauer, 88; and industry, Ralph, 55;

^etase^, Reynolds, 71;M&ioU Linnaeus, i08.

Gladstone, DisraeU, 192.

Dreamer.Tbe^C'RetOi/, 181.

BnaJa^h, 72;of thou^^t, Straus,51; Principles

BueUoua.
R^Thought,Owen,
228. Stram, 51; Carlyle, 180.

Hun^ity, Newton, 87.

laughter; Addison, 86; Blake, 110.

country. Boat, 64; Pbil^pf?

Rdd of,Drummoni, 9;

fdlow, 66;

of. Cook, 79; and s l ^ l O O j Tbe test

Rhys, 80; Key, 96;

of life, Btfccw, 181; and life,

ISS*; 178:

deatii, Pmn. 204. "

Luck, IfdxOW-188.

'oltttire, 170.
Mahomet, VoUaire,
Man: T

;V/:

^ .jaW

iiif,' li; Kdh'r 18J

vdtmm m;

The measjire pt

J^wyers, Seward, 80.

29; The honratiSptti^. 8^^

to, Jt0rm ; Gwottt^i

Leadership. Newcomb, 27

"S &i.; ViSii

oU Westcott, 101; m

l<iw; and tyranny, Pitt, 186; Spiritual, Fddy, 185;

Pasteur, 14; Fourget, 88; and reason, Coke, 42.
laws, Socrates, 86; Tacitus, 128.

inyijtiy

LM 24jA 1^, P*|%T

ffMO, lej

;rfj'

bBoranoe of Bubner-Lyttont 61; Confidence in,

NiAlj The;BourdiUon, 89; Orr, 148.

Hie power of, Emerson 94; 'Aie good, CurtU,

118; a book, Channing, 1^8; ifiaence of,

Nobihty, Nietasche, 224.

Novelty, PUny, 82.
November, FtOer, 141.

icatUey, 61; and woman ooim^red. Deba, 67;

DitAmu, U6; WotUi of, Bootevdt, 187; life ct,

Andersen, lfi6; Unahip of, with the Divine^

Monahan, 167; with the hoe, "nie, Markham, 174;
a writing animal. Homers 205; and woman,
WkUman, 225.

Mankind; Duty to, Rutikin, 29; The cause of,

Roosevelt, 145.
Manlineas, RooseotU, 24.
Manns and diancta. Winter, 98.

Marlboron^, TheDuIkot, Thackeray, 160.

Marriage: Xeeleff, 62; Paeon, 102.

Martyr, The, WapoUon, 177.

Pto^Miity and advoaity, Johnson, 98.

Plrostitutton, Ledcy, 12.
Pkovidence: Hugo, 7; Weslqf, 215.
Publicity, Place of, Perkine, 64.
Punishment: (hiffiih, 68; Meredith, 111.

Obedience,Hamilear, 60.
Obetades, MoUere,182.

Officer, Qualifications of a good, Penn, 47.

Opa road: The, Whitman, 228; Secret of the^

Bailroeula, American, Hill, 70.

Rain, Looeman, lis;
Reading, and exerdse, Addison, 87.

Opinions, Bieree, 126.

Reason: Johnson, 97; Franklin, 128; and the law.

Gmyson, 88.

(^ium Dreams, DeQuineey, 108.

Coke, 42; versus force, Oompers, 75.

C^portunity, Disradi, 05.

Orti^lKipling, 6; Altgeld, 18; Swing, 22; Cicero,

87; Knox, 195.

Mary, Qneen ct Scots, Lett^ to, Knox, 197.

Matter and nund, Eddy, 180.
Mediooity, Thudceray, 104.
Men: The need of, Hadley, 66; who do things,

Oliver, 77; Cnds of, Frc^in, 98.

Mendelssohn, Felix, Taylor, 9St6.

Mona

JoMuon, 202; Wadangton, 225; Uses of. Field,

58; Stevenson, 117; Lending, Franklin, 106; The

acqniationof, RaSudtild, 214.

Morality: EUat, 126; MaeteiUnck, 200; and religion,
Kant, 214.

Morning, A wish. Hunt, 78.

82; and theology, Burbank, 41; Differences in,

Penn, 47; Denominations of, Paine, 202.

Wadnoorth, '151; Moral power of, Fifwk, 87

Uses at, Dartrin, 52; Solace of, Luther,

D<nain oi, Heine, 71.

Mystory, B^ 15.

Napoleon, Phillipa, 206; and Jesus compared,

Sitnonde, 180; Grave of, IngerecU, 187; Character

of, De Stad, 158; Manners ol, Josephine, ift8.

Nature: IngeraoU, 18;Htudey, 25;Hoyt, 28;J^w of,

Tdatoy, 15; The Law of, Emerson, 201; Human,

Bidvoer-Lytton, 19; Imat^tion and, Blake, 25;

l^e drama of. Von HumboUU, 82; and art,
Dosloioski, 41; and Art, Whistler, ^5; Tlie God
of, Walton, 48; Beauties of, Whiiman, 52, 66;

B^ties of, Diekens, 96; and mankind, Mabie,

SS',and society, Wilde, 68; Joys

Mitdiell, 64;

Fieorots of, Monteesori, 64; Mul of, De Ouerin,

65; Love cX Lubboek, 66; Mothoiiood of,

Stanton, 71; CWms of, Chateaubriand, 154;
Army <rf, James, i72.

Remembrance, Twelve things worthy of, Fidd, 78.

Renunciation, Dante, 16.
Republic, The Ideal, Bryan, 87.
Reamation: Stevenson, 49; Scott, 108.

Peaa: Secret of, Besant, 68; Oodhe, 96; of mind,

Stevenso^ 164.

Pemnality, Eliot, 42.

^lih^phy: Shaw, 10; Moral, FrankUn, 99; Fiehte,

161.

Rutledge, Anne, Masters, 185.

Sdeitce: Spencer, 215; Morley, 225; Teachings of,

Schopenhauer, Saltue, 166.

work, Le Oal-

Poe^: Greek andRoman, Markham, 74;Heine, 94;

BAolfey, 125; Cushman, 26; Uses of, Darwin, 52;

and energy, Arnold,76; Canton, 207.

roliticia^ and statesmen compa^, Clarke, 202.

Pontius Pilate, France, 118.

Poppy, Tte California, Joogiitn MiUer, 18.

Powty: Turaemf, 9; Shaw, 14; Hood, 29; Fischer,
81; Oaifidd, 144; Causes of, Whitlock, 48; and
onme, Oriffith, 68; Fear of, James, 75; and
morality, Stevenson,107; and riches, Tacitus, 225.
Plcayer: Marden, 27; Evening, Steveneon, 48; The
actor s. Crane, 15; The optimist's; RMnson, 85;
S<wwon, 211; The fool's, Stf,85.
PreachCT, The, Oilman, 52.

Pireaching and practice, Toletoy, 54.

Present, The, Relation of, to past and future,
Webster, 58.

Pride: National, Herder, 27; Ben Azai, 45.

Prini^: Meredith, 27; The business of. Porter, 92;

The art of, Ifonrt, 60.

Printing press. The, Davia, 58.

Prisons, Fry, 224.
Procrastination, Franldin, 25.

NewTear,The,lftm<,78.

nroeerptne^ In the garden of, Swinburne, 209.

Savonarola, 218.
Prt^heU Hie, Traubel, 11.

51.

Spencer, Herbert, Letter to, Hv^t 216.

Spirit, life of the, Ehrmann, 87.
Stage, Haditions of the^Shoo, 9.

Sta^ The: Bynn, 28; Vrdemeyer, 25; Von Humbddt, 82; Keats, 208; Man ai^ th^ 0^ iBi

St^e, The, Edwarda, 18.

Style, Literary, Burmuha, 81.

Romola, miiA, 198.

Plato, Knox, 197.

16; Fincik, 87.

De Sta^ 19; Sbdstoioe ofj, Voltta^ 66.

Speedi, KtpKng, 6; and the mind^

8; Woo#
and thi^ Jdataon, 21;Hie Ed|^ E^eon^

Rome, Supremacy of. Fuller, 71.

Satan, The case of, Mark Twain, 44.

Schools and the nation, Bismarck, 128.

Plants, Huxley, 25.

to

Benson, 127.

Stevenson, Robert Louis, Death of, QuiOa<Cou0ii

Piano, The, Lisxt, 226.

Pictures, Horace, 101.

Pkomss: Ajkid, 29; inlife, Carlyle, 65; Cooper, 184;

iv

Independence dt, Emerson, 29.

Sonnets, Rossettt,- 221.

Resuution: Edgeworth, 128; Nelson, 188.

Responnbility, Pinchot, 70.
Right and wrong, Clarke, 95.
Rogers, H. H., Mark Twain, 218.

Ronmnce: Ageof, Carlyle, 14; Ideas of, Deming, 54.

Necesaty, Bums, 110.

N<m^, ihie, WatMngton, 182.
Ndlsc^ Horatio: Sou^Ousy, 162,215.
Neo^latoniam, HypaH

Dyke, 228; Place of, Michel, 11.

Patronage, Johnson, 212.

Pleasure:

.
Muac: Browne, 70; Dwight, 86; Holland, 117

Rembrandt: Meissonier, 158; Michel, 218; Van

Patience, Rousseau, 126.

^fieime"^""*

Morris, WiOiam, Tebbetta, 178.

Motiierhood, Mastffield, 205.
Mountains, Jfutr, 68.

Solitiide: Thonau, 68; Wordiworthi 87; lawdliim

Soul, The: Houseman, 124; compaitid with fit^

Pamtuig, Cuahnutn,26.
Parenthood, FroeM, 26.
Paris, First visit to. Millet, 178.

Pericles, Appreciation of, Saltua, 26.

Mon^: Lorimer, 96; Stevenson, 188; Oredey, 142;

Sodety, Laeater, 187;Human, Shaw,80; and

68; Organisationof,

Paine,Thomas, Letter to. Franklin, 148.

Poiguinia, France, 170.

Penn, William, Straus, 51.
Pnfection, Moral, Aurelius, 118.

The, jPater, 100.

won, 155; Wdltngton, 9Sft.

Snobb^, Braley, 88.

Sorrow, Univcnality of, LongfeUow, 4iS;

Pedestrianism, Burroughs, 65.

Modesty, Wad^ngj^ 225.

Wu^ 48; Agricultu^ Qeorie, l^i '

Slero: Byron, 42; Cervaates, 86:"Co^

Relimon: Bahac, 15; Penn, 80; Emerson, 51; Frank'

Ixn, 104; ifttt, 149; Copernicus, 208; {urf, 227;
of usefulness, IngerecU, 18; and goodness,Renan,

Patriotism; Root, 64; Wdteter, 74.

Moderation: Oarrison, 22; Aristotle, 57.

Idl^ Monit, 191.

Sinpng, Cor^, 08.

Slander: HaMtxl, 89; Beedur, iBii, .
Slavoy: Industrial, Edwardi, 18; and'

Relaxation, Sttile, 196.

Orthodoxy, Wesley, 59.

Mind: The, BottrdiUon, 89; Shakeapeare, 128; Free

dom of, Longfdlow, 25; Divine, tiddy, 177.

Mockingbird, Tlie, Hayes, 16.

Reform, Soaal, Oladstone, 86.

Relations, Poor, Lamb, 105.

Parnell. CharlesStewart, O'Shea, 226:

Sffilrth, Beeeher, 21.

Miseiy, Untermeyer, 25.

Red Jadcet, Speech of, 219.

Snoeri^Oormen, tS.

Orimnality, Higginson, 145.

Millet, Francoia, Senaier, 175.

Millionaire,' ^e. Lee, 17.

Minda, Great. Imng, 102.,

BiCning, Coal. Uniermeyer, 25.

Reading Gaol, Hie Ballad of, Wilde, 218.

8in,#%riKv8^

Singer,

Huxley, 69; Modem, Huxley, 75.

Scripture: The power of, Shaw, 108; Authority of,

Oalileo, 208.

Sculpture, Cuahman, 26.

Sea, The: Conradj 98; Masefidd, 107; Tenny8on,U7.

Self-confidence, Johnson, 150.

S^ control: Arnold,86; Seneca, 167;Da Vina, 218;

Madaren, 226.
Sdf-interest, Steinway, 88.
Selfishness, Wilde, 25; Noyes, 68.

Self-knowledge, Disradi, 224.

Sdf-mastery, Meredith, 99.
Self-restraint, Caio, 54.
Sdf-sacrifice, Ruakin, 29.
Sentiment: Le OaUienne, 88; and the imagination

Lamariine, 87; The story of human, Henderson,

77.

Separation, Hitopadeaa, 21.

Svvice: Crane, 20; Stevenson, 29; Traubd, 59;
Morgan, 79; Owen,227; Rewards of, Aurdius, 89.

Sex superiority, Ruakin, 94.

Shadow and hght, Oay, 68.

Shaw, G. Barnard, Frank, 145.
Shelley, Percy Bysshe: Poetry of, Thompson, 128;
Hie death of, Thompson, 148.
Shqiherdess, Hie, Meyndl, 76.

Shi^ Song of the. Hood, 29.

Silence: Carlyle, 215; Conjuciua, 224; Morei 83ff;
varitiea of, Ouuon, 78.

Simidicity, Reynmds, 215.

84.

Stoicism, Santt^fona, 161.

Stomach, The, Souvuter, 800.

Strife, Hall, 215; Euxnly, ^sop, 128.
Success: Howe, 16; BriAane, 40;

VaU, 95; Horton,102;Schepenhauer, l86;iCl8mp.

bdl, 169; Whiting, 18; Stanlt^56; Fid^

and mental attitodb, Seott,20; C^enfalnMa andl
Kingdey, 2^ and cautbn, Bodcif^er, '54; ^
sentials oX, Barriman, 58; and work,

61;

Business, Seffridge, 61; S^t of, Roda^^, S;

Pei^ of. Smith, 69; Conditions of, Sa^ TO;

and anxiety, Stotoo, 917; and nferit, Codb^ 91:

in life. Nelson, 188; and failure, Jonea, 178;

faflure, Thaterau, 228.

Sublime, The, and the ridiculous. Pom^ 161.

Suffering, Yow^, 169.
Sttmma: Indian, Longfdiow, 8; Hie pleuuraqf,
J^eries,9t.
Sundown, Whiiman, 52.

Supontition: Stephen, 20; Darwin, 84; Fqrrw, OT;

Paine, 181.

Sympathy:Ouxda, 41; WUde, 204.

Syat^, augo,169.

Tardiness, Dionysius, 52.

'Hksk, A, Stevenson, 26.

Tears: Reese, 148; Tennyson, 188.
Hianksgiving, A man's, Nevaeoiab, 28.

Theater, The, and social question;^ 8hc^ 42.

Hieology: Einerson, 218; and i^non,
"
Hirift: of- time, Oladdone,
82;

Thought: Ste]^en, 28; Cdftyte,

liL

176.

Hugo,227; Pow^ of, Carlyte, 118;

, 194.

Jibied, The, Patterson, 48.

Idsen, Jfendi^MAn, l91.
Hger. The, Blake, 189.
Hine: TurgeMi,ll; Bettl^,tSbiBrme,ViliBodiieni

198;Useof,Bris6an, 40;'Wf^ &i,Voofhees, ^

of Ohiatone, 82; Waste of, FranJdin, M;

IWigr; Duties of, Jordan^ 48; Fran&lin, 124.

Tolstoy, Rdiiaon of, 54.
Ttevd;

INDEX OF AUTHORS

Wedey, Samud, Letter of mother to, 160.

Will, liie; Bennett, 7B; and Strength, Hugo, 164.

Knox, 04.
Reynelia, 218.

89.

IVeea: Kilmer, 68; Lanier, 116; BoUin, 167.

TKal,
of, Stmoe, 46.
Trouble, Paine,

'^^lliams, Roger, Straus, 51.

T^nd, The, Oarland, 103.

Wisdom: Lincoln, 129; Spencer, 226; Path of, EUot,

72; Danle, 74; and folly, Ooldamith, 68; and
.ignorance. King, 228.
Wit: Penn.* 218; De Stael, 126.

Tn^: MuUer, 26; Emenon, 86; Mark Twain, 94;

Mimg^, 166; Steoenson, 166; St. Augustine, 168;

Hypaiia. 187; Stnhena, 196; Pindar, 196;Otiwn,
and justice.George, 47;Loveof,Burbank, 68;

^ Evolution of. White, 200; Love of,Pcerker, 224.

Turner, J. M. W., Hamerton, 141,144.

Tytaaaj, Paine, 181.

vuwu lulu nureagM^ msop, 128.

'Umverse, Forcesof the, J^eriea, 41.

IQNdfi^ess, ITiZdtf. 26.

Useful,The, Shdiey, 148.

l^emc^ SmtOi, 149.

^rtoe; Triui^hof, Darmn, 84; Oliver, 161.

^visertiom Vietoria, 20; LamarHne, 76.
yorati^ Respect of, Duikent, 61.
Voice, 1316 human, Longfellow, 228.

Walki^,Joys of, Bummgha, 66.

^ GaUtenne, 9; Women and,

of, CariyUi 88; Logic

of, Sumnw,87; Hatted of,

44; Evils of!

' Franklin,
Causes oK
?8reas,
Cpbden,46;
180.

Woman, l^ute to, Stevenson, 69; Self-deoeptionof,

Ashmun, 78; The heart of, Watson, 81; Uplift of,
Schreiner, 94; Relation of man to. Walker, 204;
Tribute to, MiU, 214i
Women and War, Schreiner, 81.

Wonder. Young, 78.

Work: NorveU, 20; Hood, 28; Ehrmann, 87; Phillips,

44; BaUinger,68; Du Maurier, 110; Carnegie, 210;
Drudgery of. Fuller, 9; The world's, Keller, 27;

and amusement, Ruskin, 81; and play, Le Qalliene, 88; and joy, Brigga, 68; Necessity of,
Burdette, 69; and success, BoUon, 61; Joyful,
Morris, 62; Joys of, Kingaley, 72; the mission of
mankind, Shaw, 74; Crrative, Page, 128; Love
of, WeUmer, 166; Energy and, 47.

Workmanship, Good. Ruafnn, 80.

Workers, March of the, Morria, 163.

World, The beauty and wonder of, Burrougha, 66;

Wadaworth, 189.

Worlds, Two, Hunt, 144.

Worlds, Other, Spinoza, 148.
Worry: Edison, 21; Hall, 187.
Writing, The art of, Buffon, 166.

Ydlowstone, GrandCeinyon ofthe lower falls of the,

Hoyt, 28.

Youth: Burroughs, 80, 92; Conrad, 98; and ag^

Holmes, 60;and age, Schopenhauer,
Hugo, 196; and old age, Sieveneot^ 112; and
teform, Rouaaeau, 181.

Wealth: SAoov 14; Lee, 17; Larimer, 96.

Zaiathustra, Nietaaehe, 198.

Adams, John
Atlniwa, John Quiney
Ai<n.ma, Samuel

180
12,.7, 86,147
W

Adler, FdSc

147

^p
Alcott, L. M
Allen. James L

Altgdd, John P.
Amiel

Burke, Edmund

182 o Bums, Robat

Addison
Ade, Geom

128
82, 226
228

18,80
^

Andersen, Hans Christian

166

Appd. Joseph H

.70

Aristotle

^7, 214

Armour, IKilip D

80, 228

Arnold, Sir Edwin

Arnold* Matthew
Arnold, Thomas
Ashmun, Margaret
Astor, John Jacob
Aurelius, Marcus
Aoai, Rabbi Ben

8
76
181
.78
211
79, 89, 118,211
46, 66

Baoon, F^ds

8,102,166

Bail^, Philip James

'""gs

B^in^GM* W".i

bEb...

68

16,140,228

Barbauld, Aima Letitia

-^

Barrie, James M
Barrow

Beecher. Henry Ward

Bdl, Jerome B

6, 2W
171

19.21,62, 79,169,181

""if .

Bennett, Arnold

Benson, A. C

1^

Benson, O.H
Besaat, Annie

78
^, 68

Besant, Walter
Bioce, Ambrose
Bismarck

Blakn^KatherineD

.-.IIO

Blakew William
Blandoi* Charles

"'JS
1^

Blatdifotd* Robert
Bohon, Sarah A
Boswdl, James

Burroughs, John

.110;.

8,66,66, IM, 81.81^ 0^1^'

Buxton, Powell

.72

Byron. Lord

^1^#|K

Campbell. Alexander .......

Canton, Tl^lliain
226

Carman, Bliss
Carnegie, Andrew

..^100
.210

Camith, William Herbert

Cato
Cavour

,164
:64
.............97,

Cedl, Kchard

.1^

Cervantes

.86

^ann^, W^Uam Ellay^.46. 66, 67.126; 1^1^,

Cheney, John Vance.

;l27

Cherbuliez, Victor

;185

Chester, Heniy..

Child,L.M..........

...p

Cholmonddcy, Maiy

% .72

Gcero

,87,

Clarke, James Ereeman

^98;.202

CHay, Henry

..C.. ii9i

Coates. Florence Earle.

,21

Cobden. Ridhard

179; ItMVIlSt

Cockran, Bourke.

...v.vOI

^ke
Coleridge. Samud Taylor

.ilWi
.gin
.m

Conrad, Josq^
Cook, James Hunt

.i; i76i

Cooper, Peter...'

,184. 214

Copernicus
Crue; Frai&
Crw^ Stmhen
Ctavfoid, Capt. Jack.......
Orosby, Em^.

Brandts, Geotg

Dante
Darwin, Charles
Davies, Mary Caro^

16, 74
.84; 68; 2ili

Da Vind, Leoganfo:
Davis, Robt, H..

181

i :218
^

;.87

Deming, Seymour,..
Dq>ew, ChatmoeyliiL

De Qdnc^,^bmas'.
DicUhson, G. Lowes
Dionimus. i.... i ;

Brtmt^; Ghwiott?

es

Debs,Eugwe V

Dids^ Cbafles. .

Brisbane, Arthur.

m
74

"

Browne^ & Thomas

Browndl, Wm.
;

Biyan.WiIItamJenmng8
Buddha
Baflba
BttHxaik, Luther

iS
1^

.87'

*1^
1^
41, 68 m

^ Ids

61; 79; 88; 88, 98,128.148

Disradi, Bdijamiiin, 146^ 167,

Brown, John

i.. .2fllv
.16; W
1^ 178
; .17
.81^ 48

.74,107, Ilia,179

Bnde^rBf^n

...il% 194i

Colton.
Comte, Aguste
Confudus

Curti8,1Ge^ WiBiam

^
^

BredhwiA, Charles

i69>
:... .Sin

Carole, 14, 88, 66, 68, 94,117. 11^ 147; 180; 216;

Coshman, (Sarlpt^.

Bourdillon, Ftends
Bounie RandoU>h

Bremer, FMerica

. v||'

Burdette,Bob.

W
6|

196, 21^, 216,

220,224, 2^W, 226. 227

Dobson, Austin

l88

Dodsley, Rdb^
Dbstoiei^
Drder, lltomaB.
DranuQK>]^ Henry.
Dwight^^oM'SM

164
41
ST, M
w
{ffi
Vfl

Ed<ly Mary Bdser

Edg^ortb, Maria

Ednoo

177, 180, 182,185

188
81

Edwardi, Albert
Ehnnann,
Eliot, Chaa. W.
Eliot, Geom

18
37
42, 126, 227
14,72.198, 216

Emmoii, Buph Waido, 26. 29. 51. 83. 86. 94. 104.
146,172, 201, 218

Everett, ^waid
Farrar, Dean
Fee^ Madame
Fichte
Field, ManhaB

Find^ Henry T.
Fischer, Jacob
Fisher. Mahlon Leonard

Fiske, John
Fitch, T^^llira C

144
67, 89
204
161
53,78

37

.31
141

36,194,199
78

Fledcer, James Elroy

119

Faster, John

107

Foorget, Emile
38
France, Anatole
113,170
Flrank, Dr. Henry
145
Franklin, Beiqamin, 19, 25, 46, 53, 89, 93, 94, 98,
99, 104, 106, 118, 128, 124, 128, 129, 143, 147
F^bel, FMedrich
26, 165,177,182,198
Fry, Elieabeth
284

Fuller, Margaret
Fuller, Hiomas
Gale, Nraman
Galileo

9, 71
18
93
208

Galswortlqr, John
Garfidd, James A
Garibaldi

36, 126
:... 144, 169, 171
218, 228

Garland, Waiwlin
Garridc

108
58

Garrison, William Uoyd

Gautier

Gibbon

68
44
17,47,89,199,808
94

Gilman, Charlotte Perkins

Gitard, Strohen
Gladstone^ W. E
Goethe
Goldsnuth, Oliver
Gompers, Samud
Goiky, Maxim
Gosse, Edmund
Graham, Gordon
Grant, Gen^ U. S

Grayson, David
Gredey, Horace
Griffith, Griffith, J
Griffith, WlUiam

Griggs, Ed^it^ Howard.

Grover, Edmn Oraood
Guerin, Maurice D.

58
168, 888,
88, 86
57, 96
47, 86
75
14
27
78
138

38
148
68
89

129
62
65

Guisot

72

Guyon^ Madame

78

Hadley, Arthur T.
Hm(^, Ernst
Hle, Edward W.
H^, BoHon

HamStai^

vHi

47,141,144,179

Hamilwir
Hamilton, Alexander
Hare, A. W.
Haniman, Edward H
Harris, Ftank
Hawthorne, Nathanid
Hay. John
;

60
184
78
58
156
47, 57
72

Hayes, Ednah Proctor (Clarke)

Hazlitt, William
Heine, Heinrich

16
100, 136, 146
71, 94

Henderson. C. Hanford
Henl^, William Ernest
Hordw
Herron, Georm D

77
24. 33
192
27
32

Higginson, T. W

145, 222

Henry, Patrick

Hill, James J.

84, 70

Hilliard

214

Hillis, Newell Dwight

96

Stopadesa

21

Hod^n, Balph

198

Holland, J. C

117

Holmes, Oliver Wendell

17, 25, 50,183

Homer
Hood,- Thomas
Horace
Horton, B. F.

205
28
.101
102

Houseman, A. E

124

Howe, E. W

16

Hoyt
ttyt.
Hubbard, Dr. Silas
Hughes, Thomas

28
68
75

61, 66
82. 89
226
137, 215

187

Kleiser, Glenville
Knox, John

Ibsen..

Ingalls, Johnj

. .

104

. ... .77

IngersoH, Robert G., 13, 55, 82, 88, 89, 106, 181,
137, 168. 218

Irvine, Alexander

51

Irving. Washington

102, 120

James, William
Jaures, Jean Leon
Jay, John
Jefferies, Richard

Jefferson. Thomas
Jerrold. Dou^as
Johnson, Ben

Johnson, Samud

Jones, Uqyd
Jordan, David Starr
Josephine
Joubert

75, 76, 172

46
180,193
41, 67

55, 148. 176. 177, 178.192

70
195

21, 95,* M,' 97, 150, 202, 212

Kant
B^ts, John
Kdler, Hden
Key, Ellen
Omer. Joyce
King, Ben
Eng. T. Starr

Kio^ey, Charles

KlHing, Rudyard

Erkman, Stfuiton Davis

187.
48, 227
228
226

214, 222
59, 101, 203
12, 27
95
68
97
228

17, 29, 72

6, 128, 138, 159

06

56,105,166
68
49

27, 109, 198

116

La Rodiefoucauld

71

Lecky, William, E. H
12, 62
Lee, Gerald Stanley
17
Le Gallienne, Richard
9, 38
Lincoln, Abraham, 17, 50, 58. 86. 88. 112, 129,133,
149,177

Lindsay. Vachd

44

linneaus

86

lippmann, Walter..'

62

U^.

26

Monta^ne

MontcMori, Maria

^.Mi

More^ Hannah

Jglii]

Moraan, J. Fieii>ont

:..,, .79i

Morl^, John
Morris, Robert T.

Morrio, William

^. .70)

87. 62,li^

l01',v|

Morrow, Blarco
Muir, John
MUller,Max....

.., ,46!
.68'
....'85,

Munger

IW

Nc^eon

15^ IW

Ne^er, BI.

14f

Nelson, Lord
Newcombe, ArAur W
Newman, Cardinal
Newton, Sir Isaac

8^ 87
.80!
211

Nietssclie^ Friedridi

.1^ #4.

Norvd, Saunders

.80^

Noyes, AlHd

.W

Longfellow. Hen^Wadsworth,...8. 25. 46, 66, 228

O'Conndl, Daidd

.#

Lover, Samud
Lowdl, James Rum^

Opie,John

Uoyd, J. William
Lodce

68

London, Jade

42

Lorimer, George Horace

Loveman, Rob^

96

Lubbock, John
Luther, Martin

Lytton, Bulwa

"

McCart^, Justin
Mabie, Hamilton Wright
Macaulay

Magellan

Huxley, Thomas H., 25, 69, 75, 90, 92, 211, 216
Hypatia
..187,190, 222

Landor. Walter Savage

Lanier, Sidney

Hunt, W. R
Hutdunson. Dr. Woods

73
146

57,75

Lomb, Charles
Lamb,0. R.
TjtmBBUs, Wilhelm

MacDonald, ^ John

144

.98
195, lOT, 204

Lamartine

Hugo, Victor, 7,12,53,110,151, 164,169,197, 227

Hunt,Lei^

22, 78
71

Gay
Gaynor, YRlliamJ.
George,Henry

Hamerton. Phillip G..

Madeod, Fiona

Mahin, Jo^ Lm
Tlfftlfliiiu

Mann, Hcnrace

Mansfidd, Richa^

Marden, Orison Swett

Markham, Edwin
Martineau, Harriet
Masefidd, John
Mason, HarrironD

Masters, E^ar Lee

Mathews, WUiam
. Maurier du George
TWoKiini
Meissonier
Menddssohn, Fdix

Meredith, Gtotge

Meredith, Owen
Meredith, Sir William

-f
32, 222

66, 71
69, 82, 120

19, 61

11
^
48, 188

225

142

30, 38, 55, 123, 200

74

143
222

60, lOT

W
35. 39. 74. 175, 190
228
107, 205
86

150, 185, 201

19
110
60
1^8
191

87

99
m

Metchnikoff

Meyndl, AKce
Mididansdo

Michd, EmUe
MiU, J. Stewart

Miller, Joaquin
Miller. Joseph Dana
Millet

76
176, 179

218
72, 149, 196. 214

13. 60. 286

40
157, 159, 173, 174

O. Henty
Oliver, James

0%ei]ly, Jo^'l^le

180

O'ReU, Max
Orr, Hu^ Robert

Itt
148;

0'Shea,^therine

.W

Oder.

..70

Ouida

41; 79

Ovabury, Sir liiomas

.81

Ovid

.!

Owen, Robert

Page, Ihomas Ndaon

P^e, Thomas

.attt >B27

Itt;

161, 181, 197, 80^ 2(M^ ^

Parker, Theodore
Parkman

.47r

Pascal

.#

Pasteur, Louis

78'

Pater, Walter

100

Patterson, Ada

Patterson, John H
Peabo^ George
Penn, YVmiam

.1?
.211;
30, 47, 204, 805,810^ 818

Perkbs, G. W

64

Petrarch

niiUips,Charles

.806'

Phillips, David G^am

44, ^

Phillips, Wenddl

..124

Pinchot, Gifford
Pitt, William
Plato

.7Qi
I85i 284
'88i;M

Pliny
Plutardi
Porter, Henry P

vm
ilft?
tif

Pythagoras

IW

Quiller-Couch, Sir. A. T
QuintOian

84
,178'

Raleigh, Sir Walter

78
20, 64, 228
71
64

Ralph, Julian

Moliere

182

Ernst

Monahan, Michad

167

Mills, Benj. Fay

Milton, John
Mirab^u.
MitcheU, Donald G

.78
77, 161

.85

Raphad

180, 188

Red Jacket

219

Reese, lisette Woodworth

Sir Joshua

.143
.88

71, 81^ 218

I,

Bhya^ Grace

80

James \^tcomb

166^ i84

Eobmson, Wm. J
Bocfcefdler, Jdm D
Rbllin
Roosevdt, Blandie

84
54, 69

Roosevdt, Theodore

167
224

24, 97. 187, 145

Hoot, Elihu

64

Bosebety, Lord
Sossetti. Christina G

209
78, 220, 221

BothschUd

214

Bousseau
Buskin. John

126, 181
17, 29, 79, 94, 102, 167

Sa^ BusseQ

70

Saint. Augustine
Saint Benedict
Saltua^ Edgar
Sandburg

ITO
222

26. 166
80
92. 161
164. 218
88. 186, 165. 208
81. 94, 164

Santayana, Gerage
Savonarola
Schq>enhauer
Schremer. (Mive

Schurz, Carl

222

Scott, Capt Robert F.

Scott, Sr Walter
Scott Walter DiU
Selfridge. H. Gordon

eneca

Seton. Ernest Thompson

Seward, W. H

Symonds, John

189, 217

Tabb, John Banister

Tabbetts, Frank P.

169
173

Tacitus

128, 174, 225

Tagore, Rabindranath
Taylor, Alice

54
225

Tennyson, Alfred Lord

88, 101,147,149, 188

Terence.
Terry, Edward H. S

168
19

Thackeray, William Makepeace, 67, 92, 104,160

228, 226

Thompson, Francis

128, 148

68, 66, 189, 221

Thorwaldsen

190

Ting-Fang, Wu

55

SIstoy,
--Traubd, Horace

TroUope^ Anthony

Turgenef
Twain. Mark

16,11,16,69,
86,161
54
62

9, n
44, 67, 69, 94, 137, 214. 227

Untermeyer, Louis

26

Vail, Theodore N.
Dyke, Henry

95
60, 66.142,17, 228

175

Vind da, Leonardo

145
80

aakeroeare^William

48,128,167,186,189

Percy Bysshe
Shdiey, Ifcs. M. W.
GSunea, Robert J
SH. Edwwd^vdand
Simonda, Wm. Day
Skinner, Charles M
Smilet^ Samud
Smith, Adam

66, 111, 125,143

56
186
84
180
86
176
69

Victona, Queen

20

218

VoltaTO. . ..
66. 146. 165. 171. 191. 215
.32,100
VonHumboldt, ^V^elm
Voorhees. D. W.

62

^w. George Bernard, 9,10,14.80,42,74,108,172

^Doitb, Alexander

65

Simth, F. Hcqpkinson

149

frath. Sydney

67, 127

Socrates

86, 109, 216

135

W^ct'

Wallace^ Alfr^ Russ^

Walton, Icaak.
Warner, Chas. Dudley

Washington. BookerT.

.71.164

.73

.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !48
*.! !. !39
.182

Washing^. Geow

.2^* 76, 123, 226

Watson. Thomas E.

176

Watson. William
Watterson, Henry
Webster, Danid

......... .81,171
66
.21!
74

Wdls, H. G
^ ! . .7. .8
Wdtmer, Sidney A
.

Weslqr, John

59,216

Sottthey, ^b^V/.'.'.V. V/. V. V. '. '.... .16, 162,"215

SpjacM, Herbert....-

200

Wesl^, Susana
West, Robert

148
96

Westcott. Bishop
Whistler, James^cNdll...
White, Andrew

Souvestr^ Emile.

81, 215,226

i^>ina.
Q^les

paeU De l&dame

19, 126, 168

Stanifdans

Stenlq^i Mrs. A. J...

Si^ton, Elizabeth

Stede, Sir RicWd

140

I.!" .66
71

.56, i98

StemnietK
Steih^way, CharlesH

!.!!!!!!!!!.! .88

Stephcpos, J^es
Stamen, Sir Leslie.

105
20, 23

48, 47, 49, 69, 88

97,1^,108,112,117,126,183.149,164,166,211
Stbwe, Hamet Beecher
45
Stowe, Mai^lut
87
Straus, OscarS.
isi

Smnttor. Charl^.

SwedenbOTg

Jonathan

!!!!!87, 72
214

121, 123, 128, *226

I60
80

**

.
.101
.2^ 88,205
197, 200

WhiUng,Lillian

18

Whitlock, Brand...
43, 61
Whitman, Walt, 62, 66, 121, 124, 184, 200,. 202,
226, 228

TOttien John Greenleaf

Wilder, Mashall P.

Wley, Dr. Harviey W

Willis, N. P

119

80

146

.'.91

Wilson, Woodrow
. ' * .* *.*. .21, 86
Winter,WiDiam
.
98
Wise, Governor Henry...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! iii9
Wordsworth, William
*.W,' 106, 161, 189
Yeata,William Butler....

Young

Zangwill, Israd.

INDEX OF POETRY

209

'.'22^'92," 176

108
.227
20
61

8. 68. 167. 208

Seo^. Alfred

Swinburne, A. C

Swing, David

77

!!!!*.!!!!!!!*.!!7i**i6o

;..96

Jamea

We Live in Deeds, etc

Barbauld, Anna LetiHa
life
BB, Jerome B.

Mystery

.22
12

WiOiam.

16

Blake, Katherine D.

Would Ye Leam the Road to Laughtertown. .110

Blake, William
. TheTW
189
Blanden, Charlea 0.

A Song the Grass Sings

Baurdillon, Franeia W.

The Night has a Thousand Eyes

106

89

Brooke, BMpert
The Great Lover
Bttrtu, Robert
A Red. Red Rose

To Jeanme

67

Byro^ Lord

28

So. We *0 Go No More A-Roving

140

Smmet cm Qiillon

188

CantontWilUam

A New Poet
Carman, BKu

An Autumn Song

The Happiest Heart

Hayu, Ednah Prodor (jOlarke)

^e Moddngbird.
Invictus

Or Ever the Kiii^tly Yean Were G^.... .38i

Hodatotu RdhA

Time* You Old Gypsy Man

Song of the Shirt

Trees

:...... ;68

Kuu, Ben

It I Should Die Ton^t.

A Dedication

.1

:*0
100
. ,
164, 166

1*7

Landor, Walter Sttoage

Leaf Afta Leaf Drops Off
I Strove with None

Lanier, Sidney
A Ballad of Trees and the Marta...... ...lie

Le OalKenne, Richard
The Blumons of War

IM

LoBeman, Robert

Crane, Sievhen
If War Be End

"8

Low^ JameaRuaaell

Cratdord, Caft. Jack

"

48
181
^110

Oh, May I Join the Choir Invisible... .216,217

Emerson, Ralph Waldo
Iw

Fiedusr, Jaeeb

Hie Lady Poverty

Fiaher, MaJuon Leonard
November

81
141

fieeker, Jamea Blroy

To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence

FnmJMn,.Benjamia

Bpitai^
QaJs, Nortaan
Dawn.a&d Dftrt;*

April Rain

...118

Freedom

....82

Markham, Edtrin
Brotherhood
The Man with the Hoe

.86
IW

Mae^eld, John

lOT

C.L.M.
Maaon, Harmon D.

Abraham Lincoln at Oetty^urg

SKIS
t

.86, 87

Maatera, Edgar Lee

Eliot, George
Brahina

Abraham I.iocdn Walks at Mldni^t... .4^45

Sea-fever

Daoiea,MaryCarolgn
Hie Dream-Bei^
Du Maurier, Oeorge
A little WoA

;. .97

Kipling, Rudyard

K^laKhan

CrosKty, Emeet
Homesick
lafe and Death

124* IW

Keata,John
L^Sonnet.
Kilmer, Joyce

Lindaay, Vaehel

"nie Boomerang

.28,

Houaeman, A. E.

21

Ccleriige, Samuel Taylor

Hood* Thotiuu

L' Envd

Coatee, Florenee Earle

For Joy

; .16

Eeriey, WiOiam Emett

Be Still, My Sod
223

Bvrrougha, Jefm
Waiting

Daisies
Camdh, William Herbert
Each in His Own Tongue
Cheney, JoAn Vance

Qarland, HamtUn
Do You Fear the Wind; . ^ , .i .lC)
Oilman, Charlotte Perkina
To the. Preacher....

119

120

William H. Hemdon
Anne Rutled^
Luanda Matlock

:20l

^e Shqiherdeas

Meyr^AUee
Michelangelo
On Dante

1T0

Ifitbr, Joamaa

Ihe California Poppy

Columbus

13
60, 61

MHier,JoapphDana
The
of Hate.

.40, 41

Mania, WuHxam

The Ma^ of the Workers

93

150. Wl
.180

f.

12

IW|

Nc_

Tabb, John Banister

...68

13ic Dreamer
Recte, LvseUe Woodworth
Tears

ISO
148

RU^ JotuM WkUeomb

Wet-Weather Talk

166

A Parting Guest

184

RosnUijChrisiina O.
Up-Hill
Meeting the First Day
Bememoer Best

78
220
221

From "Prometheus Unbound''

SiXL, Edward Rotdand

The Fool's Prayer

Sieventon, Robert Dmit

Playthings
Bequiem
Trusty, Dusky, "^^vid. True.
Swbibume, A. C.
Tbe Garden of Proserpine

3di

169

Grossing the
" Break. Break, Break"
Flower in the C^nnied Wall

101
147
149

Tears, Idle Tears

188

Terry, Edioard B. 8.
Kinship
Untermeyer, Louis

60
Ill

84, 85

47
40
69
209

10

CaliTOn in the Coal Mines

25

Watson, William

SongO, Like a Queen's Her Happ.v Tread 81

Song^ril
171

Whitman, Walt

For You O Democracy

Shdleyt Perm ByuSte

Love's Philosophy

Evolution

Tennyson, Lord Alfred

(JtBoBy, John Boyle

The House-builder at Work, in Cities or

121

Anywhere

124

The Open Boad

28

O Captain! My Captain!
WUde, Oscar

The Ballad of Beading Gaol

Wordstoorth, W^iam

IWandered Lonelyas a Cloud

TTie World is loo Much with Us

Yeais, William Butler

. When You are Old

184

212, 218

^87
a89

77

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