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

"'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

But the obvious golden truth is that
co-operation is good and competition
bad, and that so-
ciety 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 com-
mercial enterprises
individualism has
to be subordinated
to collective action.
We do not believe
that a house divid-
ed against itself
shall stand; we be-
lieve that it shall
fall s

crimson keeping time.

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.

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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.

O civilization is complete which does

less of God's creatures within the sphere of charity and mercy.-Queen Victoria.

We know that if men are to found and include the dumb and defensegovern 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.

good almost kill 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 itself.-John Milton.

Success or failure in business is caused more by mental attitude even than by mental capacities.-Walter Dill Scott.

Tis undeniable that the great quest of humanity is happiness. But was the world created to be happy? How

HE great voice of America does not

come from the seats of learning. It comes in a murmur from the hills and woods and farms and factories and the mills, rolling and gaining volume until it comes to us from the homes of common men. Do these murmurs echo in the corridors of the universities? I have not heard them. The universities would make

For each and every joyful thing,
For twilight swallows on the wing,
For all that nest and all that sing,—

many are truly happy? I 've studied people in all classes and conditions, and everywhere I have found, when you get below the surface, that it is mostly the insincere individual who says, "I am happy." Nearly everybody wants something he has n't got, and as things are constructed, what he wants is moneymore money than he has in his pocket s

For fountains cool that laugh and leap,
For rivers running to the deep,
For happy, care-forgetting sleep,-

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,-

But after all, money can buy only a few things Why should any one envy the captains of industry? Their lives are made up of those vast, incessant worries from which the average individual is happily spared. Worry, worry, that is the evil of life

For bounty springing from the sod,
For every step by beauty trod,-
For each dear gift of joy, thank God!
"For Joy," by Florence Earle Coates


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men forget their common origins, forget their universal sympathies, and join a class—and no class can ever serve America. I have dedicated every power there is in me to bring the colleges that I have anything to do with to an absolutely democratic regeneration in spirit, and I shall not be satisfied until America shall know that the men in the colleges are saturated with the same thought, the same sympathy, that whole great body

pulses through the politic.-Woodrow Wilson.

HE man who has not anything to boast of but his illustrious ancestors is like a potato-the only good belonging to him is underground.

-Sir Thomas Overbury.

MAN without mirth is like a wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it runs.

-Henry Ward Beecher.

MERICA has furnished to the world the character of Washington, and if our American institutions had done nothing else, that alone would have entitled them to the respect of mankind. -Daniel Webster.

UR world is pervaded and deeply moved by the power of ideals. There is no perfect statesman, or poet, or artist, but the virtues of many persons in each one of these great pursuits become detached, and like stardust, they form a new and perfect star in the expanse of thought. The orator that stands before us in our moments of reflection and dream is not Cicero, or Burke, or Webster, but always some nameless one with a wisdom, a language and a presence better than were found in those actual incarnations.

Our statesman is not Alfred, nor Napoleon, nor even Washington, but he is some yet mightier being with an infinite power and unknown name, his features not yet fully visible, as though he had not yet emerged from the shadows of old forums and the lonely columns of ruined states. All around our hearts stand these final shapes of the powerful, the perfect and the sublime-the aggregations of long ages of thought and admiration.

Our earth is great not only because of what it has, but also because of what lies within its reach.

The quest after ideals is the central reason of life. This pursuit abandoned, life need not run along any longer. The pitcher is broken at the fountain. The idealists are creating a human world after the pattern shown them in the Mount. Each art stands as a monument to a host of idealists who in their own day perhaps toiled hopelessly and amid the sneers of those who were only the children of dust. Music, now so infinite in extent and sweetness, is such a monument. The first rude harps are broken and lost; dead the hands that smote them; but the art is here with no enchantment lost. We do not know the names of those singers. Like us they were pilgrims.

They had to pass into the beyond, but they left an art which the world loves. It was so of liberty, temperance, justice and all the higher forms of human life. . . Some speak of ideals as being only girls' dreams. On the opposite, high ideals are lifelike portraits seen in advance. Only

the greatest minds living in an age of tyranny could see in prophecy the portrait of a free people. Instead of being a romantic dream an ideal is often a long mathematical calculation by an intellect as logical as that of Euclid. Idealism is not the ravings of a maniac, but it is the calm geometry of life. Ideals try our faith, as though to show us that nothing is too good to be true. In noble ideals there is something aggressive. They are not aggressive like an army with gun and spear, but aggressive like the sun which coaxes a June out of a winter. All great truths are persistent. Each form of right is a growing form. All high ideals will be realized. This one perceives who takes a long view-the triumph of ideality over apathy, indolence and dust. There is nothing in history, dark as much of it is, to check the belief that man will at last be overcome by his highest ideals

-David Swing.

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 this subject I do not wish to think, or speak, or write, with moderation. No! No! Tell a man whose house is on fire to give a moderate alarm; tell him to moderately rescue his wife from the hands of the ravisher; tell the mother to gradually extricate her babe from the fire into which it has fallen-but urge 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 single inch-and 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.

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LTHOUGH imitation is one of the


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 be forgiven

MAN'S Thanksgiving: God of commonsense, I give Thee thanks for the heavy blows of pain that drive me back from perilous ways into harmony with the laws of my being; for stinging whips of hunger and cold that urge to bitter strivings and glorious achievement; for steepness and roughness of the way and staunch virtues gained by climbing over jagged rocks of hardship and stumbling through dark and pathless sloughs of discouragement; for the acid blight of failure that has burned out of me all thought of easy victory and toughened my sinews for fiercer battles and greater triumphs; for mistakes I have made, and the priceless lessons I have learned from them; for disillusion and disappointment that have cleared my vision and spurred

great instruments used by Providence in bringing our nature toward its perfection, yet if men gave themselves up to imitation entirely, and each followed 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, the same at the end that they are at this day, and that they were at the beginning of the world. To prevent this, God has implanted in man, a sense of ambition, and a satisfaction arising from the contemplation of his excelling his fellows in something deemed valuable among them. It is this passion that drives men to all the ways we see in use of signalizing themselves, and that tends to make whatever excites in a man the idea of this distinction so very pleasant. It

That in our aspirations to be 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 from afar,

That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.

"Stars," by Lord Byron

my desire; for strong appetites and passions and the power they give when under pressure and control; for my imperfections that give me the keen delight of striving toward perfection.

God of common good and human brotherhood, 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 misunderstanding and the gladness of service without other reward than self-expression.-Arthur W. Newcomb.

has been so strong as to make very miserable men take comfort that they were supreme in misery; where we can not distinguish ourselves by something excellent, we take complacency in some singular infirmity, folly or defect.

-Edmund Burke.

HE first and best victory is to conquer self; to be conquered by self is, of all things, the most shameful and vile.-Plato.

HE only way in which one human being can properly attempt to influence another is the encouraging him to think for himself, instead of endeavoring to instil ready-made opinions into his head. Sir Leslie Stephen.

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