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HE place to take the true

king than fear to the face of a child."A Man's Real Measure," by W. C. Brann.

HE 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, unlike the Old Man of the Sea, we are

List to that bird! His song-what

poet pens it?

Brigand of birds, he 's stolen

every note!

Prince though of thieves-hark! how the rascal spends it! Pours the whole forest from

very sorry for the poor man, very sorry; and we will do almost anything for the poor man's relief. We will not only supply him with food sufficient to keep him on his legs, but we will teach and instruct him and point out to him the beauties of the landscape; we will discourse sweet music to him and give him abundance of good advice. ¶ Yes, we will do almost anything for the poor man, anything but get off his back.-Leo Tolstoy.

one tiny throat!

"The Mockingbird,"

by Ednah Proctor (Clarke) Hayes

measure of a man is not in the darkest place or in the amen corner, nor the cornfield, but by his own fireside. There he lays aside his mask and you may learn whether he is an imp or an angel, cur or king, hero or humbug. I care not what the world says of him: whether it crowns him boss or pelts him with bad eggs. I care not a copper what his reputation or religion may be: if his babies dread his homecoming and his better half swallows her heart every time she has to ask him for a five-dollar bill, he is a fraud of the first water, even though he prays night and morning until he is black in the face and howls hallelujah until he shakes the eternal hills. But if his children rush to the front door to meet him and love's sunshine illuminates the face of his wife every time she hears his footfall, you can take it for granted that he is pure, for his home is a heaven-and the humbug never gets that near the great white throne of God. He may be a rank atheist and red-flag anarchist, a Mormon and a mugwump; he may buy votes in blocks of five, and bet on the elections; he may deal 'em from the bottom of the deck and drink beer until he can't tell a silver dollar from a circular saw, and still be an infinitely better man than the cowardly little humbug who is all suavity in society but who makes home a hell, who vents upon the helpless heads of his wife and children an ill nature he would inflict on his fellow men but dares not. I can forgive much in that fellow mortal who would rather make men swear than women weep; who would rather have the hate of the whole world than the contempt of his wife; who would rather call anger to the eyes of a

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 to help a man who can't help himself, but as soon as a man is able to help himself, and does it, they join in making his life as uncomfortable as possible.

-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 tempting. 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.

DUCATION does not mean teach

ing people what they do not know. It means teaching them to behave as they do not behave. It is not teaching the youth the shapes of letters and the tricks of numbers, and then leaving them to turn their arithmetic to roguery, and their literature to lust. It means, on the contrary, training them into the perfect

When a bit of sunshine hits ye,

After passing of a cloud,
When a fit of laughter gits ye
And ye'r spine is feelin' proud,
Don't forget to up and fling it

HE millionaire is a new kind
of man-many of them. It is
almost as if a new sort of
human nature had been pro-
duced-rolled up on us by
the sheer development and fruitfulness,
and heating up, and pouring over, and
expansion of the earth. Great elemental
forces silently working out the destiny
of man have seized
these men, touched
their eyes with vis-
ion. They are rich
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
mastery over mat-
ter, and it is by
discovering other
men's souls, and
picking out the men who had them, and
gathering them around them, that the
success has been kept. Many of them are
rich by some mighty, silent, sudden
service they have done to a whole planet
at once. They have not had time to lose
their souls. There is a sense in which
they might be called The Innocents of
Riches-some of them.

At a soul that's feelin' blue,
For the minit that ye sling it

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It's a boomerang to you.
The Boomerang," by Capt. Jack Crawford

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exercise and kingly continence of their bodies and souls. It is a painful, continual and difficult work to be done by kindness, by watching, by warning, by precept, and by praise, but above all-by example

-John Ruskin

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man when he becomes absolutely contented 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 something 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.


IE when I may, I want it said of me

by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow. Abraham Lincoln.

HAT we should do unto others as we would have them do unto us-that we should respect the rights of others as scrupulously as we would have our rights respected—is not a mere counsel of perfection to individuals—but it is the law to which we must conform social institutions and national policy, if we would secure the blessings and abundance of peace. Henry George.

OOKING more and more like an orchid, Yetta stood the real one, the blood mounting to her cheeks, and waited for the storm to pass. "I'm not going to talk about this strike," she said when she could make herself heard. It's over. I want to tell you about the next one-and the next. I wish very much I could make you understand about the strikes that are coming....


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Perhaps there's some of you never thought much about strikes till now. Well. There's been strikes all the time. I don't believe there's ever been a year when there was n't dozens here in New York. When we began, the skirt-finishers was out. They lost their strike. They went hungry just the way we did, but nobody helped them. And they're worse now than ever. There ain't no difference between one strike and another. Perhaps they are striking for more pay or recognition or closed shops. But the next strike 'll be just like ours. It 'll be people fighting so they won't be so much slaves like they was before.

"The Chairman said perhaps I'd tell you about my experience. There ain't nothing to tell except everybody has been awful kind to me. It's fine to have people so kind to me. But I'd rather if they'd try to understand what this strike business means to all of us workers -this strike we 've won and the ones that are coming.

"I come out of the workhouse today, and they tell me a lady wants to give me money to study, she wants to have me go to college like I was a rich girl. It 's very kind. I want to study. I ain't been to school none since I was fifteen. I guess I can't even talk English very good. I'd like to go to college. And I used to see pictures in the papers of beautiful rich women, and of course it would be fine to have clothes like that. But being in a strike, seeing all the people suffer, seeing all the cruelty-it makes things look different o

"The Chairman told you something out of the Christian Bible. Well, we Jews have got a story too-perhaps it's in

your Bible about Moses and his people in Egypt. He'd been brought up by a rich Egyptian lady-a princess-just like he was her son. But as long as he tried to be an Egyptian he was n't no good. And God spoke to him one day out of a bush on fire. I don't remember just the words of the story, but God said: 'Moses, you 're a Jew. You ain't got no business with the Egyptians. Take off those fine clothes and go back to your own people and help them escape from bondage.' Well. Of course, I ain't like Moses, and God has never talked to me. But it seems to me sort of as if-during this strike-I'd seen a Blazing Bush. Anyhow I've seen my people in bondage. And I don't want to go to college and be a lady. I guess the kind princess could n't understand why Moses wanted to be a poor Jew instead of a rich Egyptian. But if you can understand, if you can understand why I'm going to stay with my own people, you 'll understand all I've been trying to say ☛ N

"We're a people in bondage. There's lots of people who 's kind to us. I guess the princess was n't the only Egyptian lady that was kind to the Jews. But kindness ain't what people want who are in bondage. Kindness won't never make us free. And God don't send any more prophets nowadays. We 've got to escape all by ourselves. And when you read in the papers that there's a strike-it don't matter whether it's street-car conductors or lace-makers, whether it's Eyetalians or Polacks or Jews orAmericans, whether it's here or in Chicago-it's my Peoplethe People in Bondage who are starting out for the Promised Land.” She stopped a moment, and a strange look came over her face-a look of communication with some distant spirit. When she spoke again, her words were unintelligible to most of the audience. Some of the Jewish vest-makers understood. And the Rev. Dunham Denning, who was a famous scholar, understood. But even those who did not were held spellbound by the swinging sonorous cadence. She stopped abruptly.

"It's Hebrew," she explained. "It's what my father taught me when I was

a little girl. It's about the Promised
Land-I can't say it in good English-

"Unless I've forgotten my Hebrew,"
the Reverend Chairman said, stepping
forward, "Miss Rayefsky has been
repeating God's words to Moses, the
Lawgiver, as recorded in the third chapter
of Exodus. I think it 's the seventh verse:
'And the Lord
said, I have surely
seen the affliction
of my people which
are in Egypt, and
have heard their
cry by reason of
their taskmasters;
for I know their

"'And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyptians and to bring them up out of that land unto a good land and a large, unto a land flowing with milk and honey.'"

HERE are two ways of being happy:

We may either diminish our wants or augment our means-either will dothe result is the same; and it is for each man to decide for himself, and do that which happens to be the easiest.

If you are idle or sick or poor, however hard it may be to diminish your wants, it will be harder to augment your means.

I am part of the sea and stars
And the winds of the South and North,
Of mountain and moon and Mars,

And the ages sent me forth!

Blind Homer, the splendor of Greece,
Sang the songs I sang ere he fell;
She whom men called Beatrice,

Saw me in the depths of hell.

I was hanged at dawn for a crime-
Flesh dies, but the soul knows no

I piped to great Shakespeare's chime
The witches' song in Macbeth.

All, all who have suffered and won,
Who have struggled and failed and died,
Am I, with work still undone,

And a spear-mark in my side.

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!

"Yes. That's it,"
Yetta said. "Well
that 's what strikes
mean. We 're fight-
ing, fighting, for
the old promises."
-"Comrade Yetta," by Albert Edwards.


Kinship," by Edward H. S. Terry

LL higher motives, ideals, conceptions, sentiments in a man are of no account if they do not come forward to strengthen him for the better discharge of the duties which devolve upon him in the ordinary affairs of life.

-Henry Ward Beecher.

HE soul is a fire that darts its rays through all the senses; it is in this fire that existence consists; all the observations and all the efforts of philosophers ought to turn towards this me, the center and moving power of our sentiments and our ideas.-Madame De Stael.

If you are active and prosperous or health, it may be young or in good easier for you to augment your means than to diminish your wants

But if you are wise, you will do both at the same time, young or old, rich or poor, sick or well; and if you are very wise you will do both in such a way as to augment the general happiness of society.-Franklin.

O judge human nature rightly,

a man may sometimes have a very small experience, provided he has a

very large heart.-Bulwer-Lytton.

GREAT deal of the joy of life consists in doing perfectly, or at least to the best of one's ability, everything which he attempts to do. There is a sense of satisfaction, a pride in surveying such a work-a work which is rounded, full, exact, complete in all its parts-which the superficial man, who leaves his work in a slovenly, slipshod, half-finished condition, can never know. It is this conscientious completeness which turns work into art. The smallest thing, well done, becomes artistic.

-William Mathews.

E are taught, many of us, from our youth onwards, that competition is essential to the health and progress of the race. Or, as Herbert Spencer puts it, "Society flourishes by the antagonism of its atoms."

OH, 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 anybody. But this thing of being in the middle of a letter and then rising to shake hands with a man who knew you when you were a boy, and then sitting down and

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,

With the yellow and the purple and the trying to catch the crimson keeping time.

But the obvious golden truth is that co-operation is good and competition bad, and that society flourishes by the mutual aid of human beings. I say that is obvious, and so it is. And it is so well known that in all great military or commercial enterprises individualism has to be subordinated to collective action. We do not believe that a house divided against itself shall stand; we believe that it shall fall

The scarlet of the maples can shake me

like a cry

Of bugles going by.

And my lonely spirit thrills

To see the frosty asters like smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gipsy blood astir;

We must follow her,

When from every hill aflame,

She calls and calls each vagabond by


"An Autumn Song," by Bliss Carman

We know that a State divided by internal feuds and torn by faction fighting can not hold its own against a united people. We know that in a cricket or football team, a regiment, a ship's crew, a school. the " antagonism of the

atoms would mean defeat and failure. We know that a society composed of antagonistic atoms would not be a society at all, and could not exist as a society. We know that if men are to found and govern cities, to build bridges and make roads, to establish universities, to sail ships and sink mines, and create educational systems, and policies and religions, they must work together and not against one another. Surely these things are as obvious as the fact that there could be no hive unless the bees worked as a colony and on the lines of mutual aid.

-Robert Blatchford.

Your sole contribution to the sum of things is yourself.-Frank Crane.

thread of that letter again that 's what gives one general debility.


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that any serious injury can come to my moral nature from disbelief in Samson than from disbelief in Jack the Giant-Killer I care as little for Goliath as for the giant Blunderbore. I am glad that children should amuse themselves with nursery stories, but it is shocking that they should be ordered to believe in them as solid facts, and then be told that such superstition is essential to morality. -Sir Leslie Stephen.

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