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DON'T know what I would
do if I had only "two min-
utes to live," or what mes-
sage I should give to the

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 the 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 humanity, I would give to every person the ability to put himself into the place of every other person in the world.

In this way he would have that education, that culture which comes of the highest quality of imagination, and that quality, I take it, has been most perfectly exemplified in the poets and saviors of the race, in that they were

and most of the suffering in the world. -Brand Whitlock.

E beseech Thee, Lord, to behold us

with favor, folk of many families 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

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 witness 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 live-every day to live out

All the truth that he dreamt,
While his friends met his conduct with

And the world with contempt.
Was it thus that he plodded ahead,
Never turning aside?

Then we'll talk of the life that he lived.
Never mind how he died.

"Life and Death," by Ernest Crosby

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 by the desire to help him, and when we are moved by the desire to help him we come to a time when we see that this 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 the cause of most of its suffering. 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 involuntary poverty would mean to do away with practically all the crime and vice

awhile longerwith our broken purposes of good, with our idle endeavors against evil-suffer us awhile longer to endure, and (if it may be) help us do better. Bless to us our extraordinary mercies; if the day come when these must be taken, have us play the man under affliction. Be with our friends; be with ourselves. Go with each of us to rest; if any awake, temper to them the dark hours of watching; and when the day returns to us, our

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HE so-called artistic temperament 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.

Work, work, whether you want to or not. I throw away a whole day's work sometimes, but the simple effort of turning

It is portentous, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not

Near the old court-house pacing up and

HAVE no special regard for Satan, but I can at least claim that I have no prejudice against him. It may even be that I have been a little in his favor, on account of his not having a fair show. All religions issue Bibles against him, but we never hear his side. We have none but the evidence for the prosecution, and yet we have rendered the verdict. To my mind this is irregular. It is un-English, it is un-American. Of course, Satan has some kind of a case, it goes without saying. It may be a poor one, but that is nothing; that can be said about any of us. As soon as I can get at the facts I will undertake his rehabilitation myself, if I can find an impolite publisher. It is a thing which we ought to do for anybody

who is under a cloud so s

Or by his homestead, or in shadowed

He lingers where his children used to

Or through the market, on the well-
worn stones

He stalks until the dawn-stars burn

A bronzed, lank man! His suit of
ancient black,

A famous high top-hat and plain worn

Make him the quaint great figure that
men love,

The prairie-lawyer, master of us all.

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.

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We may not pay
him reverence, for
that would be in-
discreet, but we
can at least respect
his talents. A per-
son who has for untold centuries main-
tained the imposing position of spiritual
head of four-fifths of the human race,
and political head of the whole of it,
must be granted the possession of execu-
tive abilities of the loftiest order. In his
large presence the other popes and
politicians shrink to midgets for
the microscope. I would like to see
him. I would rather see him and
shake him by the tail than any other
member of the European Concert.
-Mark Twain.

it out has kept

my steam up and prevented me from lagging behind. You can not work an hour at anything without learning something.

The matter of giving life to the pages of a novel is the result of industrious study of human beings. Writing is the result of thinking about things to write about and studying the details of contemporaneous life, so that you may set them down, not imaginatively but accurately. David Graham Phillips.


F we are 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.

OUcannot force the growthof human

life and civilization, any more than you can force these slow-growing trees. Thatisthe economy of Almighty God, that all good growth is slow growth.-Gaynor.

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now the universal heart of man

blesses flowers! They are wreathed round the cradle, the marriage-altar and the tomb. The Persian in the Far East delights in their perfume, and writes his love in nosegays; while the Indian child of the Far West claps his hands with glee as he gathers the abundant blossoms -the illuminated scriptures of the

His head is bowed. He thinks on men and kings.

Yea, when the sick world cries, how can he sleep?

Too many peasants fight, they know

Too many homesteadsin black terror weep.

The evil is moral evil. War is the concentration of all human crimes. Here is its distinguishing, accursed brand. Under its standard gather violence, malignity, rage, fraud, perfidy, rapacity and lust. If it only slew men, it would do little. It turns man into a beast of prey. Here is the evil of war that man, made to be the brother, becomes the deadly foe of his kind; that man, whose duty it is to mitigate suffering, makes the infliction of his suffering his study and end; that man, whose office it is

to avert and heal the wounds which come from Nature's powers, makes researches into Nature's laws, and arms himself with her most awful forces, that he may become the destroyer of his race.

The sins of all the war-lords burn his heart. He sees the dreadnaughts scouring every main.

He carries on his shawl-wrapped shoulders now

The bitterness, the folly and the pain.

He can not rest until a spirit-dawn Shall come; the shining hope of Europe free;

The league of sober folk, the Workers'

Bring long peace to Cornland, Alp and Sea.

It breaks his heart that kings must murder still,

That all his hours of travail here for men Seem yet in vain. And who will bring

white peace

That he may sleep upon his hill again? "Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight,”

Nor is this all. There is also found in 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 human 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

prairies. The Cupid

of the ancient Hindoos tipped his arrows with flowers, and orange-flowers are a bridal crown with us, a nation of yesterday. Flowers garlanded the Grecian altar, and hung in votive wreath before the Christian shrine. All these are appropriate uses. Flowers should deck the brow of the youthful bride, for they are in themselves a lovely type of marriage. They should twine round the tomb, for their perpetually renewed beauty is a symbol of the resurrection. They should festoon the altar, for their fragrance and their beauty ascend in perpetual worship before

the Most High.-L. M. Child.

HEN you get into a tight place and

everything 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.

DESPISE not any man, and do not

spurn anything; for there is no man that hasnot his hour, nor is there anything that has not its place.-Rabbi Ben Azai.

HE majesty of suffering labor is no longer dumb: it speaks now with a million tongues, and it asks the nations not to increase the ills which crush down the workers by an added burden of mistrust and hate, by wars and the expectation of wars.

Gentlemen, you may ask how and when and in what form this longing for international concord will express itself to some purpose.... I can only answer you by a parable which I gleaned by fragments from the legends of Merlin, the magician, from the Arabian Nights, and from a book that is still unread.

Once upon a time there was an enchanted forest. It had been stripped of all verdure, it was wild and forbidding. The trees, tossed by the bitter winter wind that never ceased, struck one another with a sound as of breaking swords. When at last, after a long series of freezing nights and sunless days that seemed like nights, all living things trembled with the first call of spring, the trees became afraid of the sap that began to move within them. And the solitary and bitter spirit that had its dwelling within the hard bark of each of them said very low, with a shudder that came up from the deepest roots: "Have a care! If thou art the first to risk yielding to the wooing of the new season, if thou art the first to turn thy lance-like buds into blossoms and leaves, their delicate raiment will be torn by the rough blows of the trees that have been slower to put forth leaves and flowers."

break into a shower of verdure, and give from afar the signal for a renewal of all life? Or did a warmer and more lifegiving beam start the sap moving in all the trees at once? For lo! in a single day the whole forest burst forth into a magnificent flowering of joy and peace. -Jean Leon Jaurès.


JOIN with you most cordially in rejoicing at the return of peace. I hope it will be lasting, and that mankind will at length, as they call themselves reasonable creatures, have reason enough to settle their differences without cutting throats; for, in my opinion, there never was a good war or a bad peace. What past additions to the conveniences 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 the mountains; what rivers rendered navigable, or joined by canals; what bridges, aqueducts, new roads, and other public works, edifices and improvements, rendering England a complete paradise, might not have been obtained by spending those millions in doing good, which in the last war have been spent in doing mischief-in bringing misery into thousands of families and destroying the lives of so many working people, who might have performed the useful labors.



And the proud and melancholy spirit IT is a glorious privilege to live, to

that was shut up within the great Druidical oak spoke to its tree with peculiar insistence: And wilt thou, too, seek to join the universal love-feast, thou whose noble branches have been broken by the storm?"

Thus, in the enchanted forest, mutual distrust drove back the sap, and prolonged the death-like winter even after the call of spring.

know, to act, to listen, to behold, to love. To look up at the blue summer sky; to see the sun sink slowly beyond the line of the horizon; to watch the worlds come twinkling into view, first one by one, and the myriads that no man can count, and lo! the universe is white with them; and you and I are here.-Marco Morrow.

What happened at last? By what mys-ELIEVE me, every man has his secret terious influence was the grim charm broken? Did some tree find the courage to act alone, like those April poplars that

sorrows, which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad.-Longfellow.

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HAT if I differ from some in religious apprehensions? Am I therefore incompatible with human societies? I know not any unfit for political society but those who maintain principles subversive of industry, fidelity, justice and obedience. Five things are requisite for a good officer; ability, clean hands, dispatch, patience and impartiality. -William Penn.

The streets are full of human toys, Wound up for threescore years; Their springs are hungers, hopes and joys,

And jealousies and fears.

They move their eyes, their lips, their hands;

They are marvellously dressed; And here my body stirs or stands, A plaything like the rest.

The toys are played with till they fall,
Worn out and thrown away.
Why were they ever made at all!
Who sits to watch the play!
"Playthings," by Robert Louis Stevenson

life is taken up in useless efforts to keep off our end, or provide for a continued existence s 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 becomes scarce worth the keeping? Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments; and, as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imagination in the spoil? Life would be insupportable to an old man, who loaded with infirmities, feared death no more than when in the vigor of manhood: the numberless calamities of decaying Nature, and the consciousness of surviving every pleasure would at once induce him with his own hand to terminate the scene of misery: but happily the contempt of death forsakes him at a time when it could only be prejudicial, and life acquires an imaginary value in proportion as its real value is no more.

-Oliver Goldsmith.

He who would do some great thing in this short life must apply himself to work with such a concentration of his forces as, to idle spectators, who live only to amuse themselves, looks like insanity. -Parkman.

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APPINESS in this world, when it


comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it; but likely enough it is gone the moment we say to ourselves, "Here it is!" like the chest of gold that treasure-seekers find.

-Nathaniel Hawthorne.

OR 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! Why, Falsehood has often that to give; and Injustice often has that to give. Must not Truth and Justice have something to give that is their own by proper righttheirs in essence, and not by accident? That they have, and not here and now, every one who has felt their exaltation knows.-Henry George.

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