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is nothing to give pension and cottage to the widow who has lost her son; it is nothing to give food and medicine to the workman who has broken his arm, or the decrepit woman wasting in sickness. But it is something to use your time and strength to war with the waywardness and thoughtlessness of mankind to keep the erring workman in your service till you have made him an unerring one, and to direct your fellow-merchant to the opportunity which his judgment would have lost -John Ruskin.

"O Men, with sisters dear!

O Men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives. Stitch-stitch-stitch

solemn walls. By dash of wind and wave, by forces of the frost, by file of snowplunge and glacier, and the mountaintorrents, by the hot breath of the balmy Spring, those walls have been cut into the most various and surprising shapes. I have seen the "Middle Ages" castles along the Rhine; there those castles are reproduced exactly. I have seen the soaring summits of the great cathedralspires in the country beyond the sea; there they stand in prototype, only loftier and more sublime s❤❤ And then, of course and almost beyond all else, you are fascinated by the magnificence and utter opulence of colors Those are not simply gray and heavy depths, and reaches, and domes, and pinnacles of solid rock.

The whole gorge flames It is as

In poverty, hunger, and dirt,Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a Shirt!

"But why do I talk of Death—

That phantom of grisly bone!
I hardly fear his terrible shape,
It seems so like my own—
It seems so like my own

Because of the fasts I keep:

O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!"

"The Song of the Shirt," by Thomas Hood

though rainbows had fallen out of the sky and hung themselves there like glorious banners. The underlying color is the clearest yellow; this flushes onward into orange. Down at the base the deepest mosses unroll their draperies of the most vivid green; browns, sweet and soft, do their blending; white rocks stand spectral; turrets of rock shoot up as crimson as though they were drenched with blood

It is as if the most glorious sunset you ever saw had been caught and held upon that resplendent, awful gorge. Throughout nearly all the hours of that afternoon until the sunset shadows came, and afterwards among the moonbeams, I waited there, clinging to that rock, jutting out into that overpowering, gorgeous chasm. I was appalled and fascinated, afraid and yet compelled to cling there. It was an epoch in my life.

-Doctor Wayland Hoyt


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men whom I have seen succeed best in life have always been cheerful and hopeful men, who went about their business with a smile on their faces, and took the changes and chances of this mortal life like men, facing rough and smooth alike as it came.-Chas. Kingsley.

T is easy in the world to live after

the world's opinions; it is easy in solitude 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.

E who is silent is forgotten; he who

abstains is taken at his word; he who does not advance falls back; he who stops is overwhelmed, distanced, crushed; he who ceases to grow greater becomes smaller; he who leaves off, gives up; the stationary condition is the beginning of the end.-Amiel.

OUNG men, life is before you. Two voices are calling you-one coming out from the swamps of selfishness and force, where success means death; and the other from the hilltops of justice and progress, where even failure brings glory. Two lights are seen in your horizon -one the fast fading marsh light of power, and the other the slowly rising sun of human brotherhood. Two ways lie open for you-one leading to an even lower and lower plain, where are heard the cries of despair and the curses of the poor, where manhood shrivels and possession rots down the possessor; and the other leading to the highlands of the morning, where are heard the glad shouts of humanity and where honest effort is rewarded with immortality.

-John P. Altgeld.

LL works of taste must bear a price

in proportion to the skill, taste, time, expense and risk attending their invention and manufacture.

Those things called dear are, when justly estimated, the cheapest: they are attended with much less profit to the Artist than those which everybody calls cheap

Beautiful forms and compositions are not made by chance, nor can they ever, in any material, be made at small expense.

A composition for cheapness and not excellence of workmanship is the most frequent and certain cause of the rapid decay and entire destruction of arts and manufacturers.-Josiah Wedgwood.

T is an instinct with me personally

LOVE you for what you are, but I 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 is one hardly more than a bud wherein the pangs and ecstacies of desire are working for larger and finer growth. Not always shall you be what you are


You are going forward toward something great. I am on the way with you and therefore I love you.

-Carl Sandburg.

YOU can dissolve everything in the

world, even agreat fortune, intoatoms. And the fundamental principles which govern the handling of postage-stamps and of millions of dollars are exactly the same. They are the common law of business, and the whole practice of commerce is founded on them. They are so simple that a fool can't learn them; so hard that a lazy man won't.

-Philip D. Armour.

O look fearlessly upon life; to accept the laws of nature, not with meek resignation, but as her sons, who dare to search and question; to have peace and confidence within our souls-these are the beliefs that make for happiness.


OTHING is easier than fault-find

to attack every idea which has beening; no talent, no self-denial, no

full grown for ten years, especially if it claims to be the foundation of all human society. I am prepared to back human society against any idea, positive or negative, that can be brought into the field against it.-George Bernard Shaw.

LIVE on the sunny side of the street; shady folks live on the other. I have always preferred the sunshine and have tried to put other people there, if only for an hour or two at a time. -Marshall P. Wilder.

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brains, no character are required to set up in the grumbling business.

-Robert West.

EAR not that thy life shall come to an end, but rather fear that it shall never have a beginning.

-Cardinal Newman.

Be sure that religion cannot be right that a man is the worse for having. -William Penn.

who is a woman says of a human body, "It is nothing!"-Olive Schreiner.

ONSCIENTIOUSNESS has in many outgrown that stage in which the sense of a compelling power is joined with rectitude of action. The truly honest man, here and there to be found, is not only without thought of legal, religious,

I met her on the Umbrian Hills, Her hair unbound, her feet


N supplying the men for the carnage of a battlefield, 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 final agony of childbirth, than has been experienced by the men who cover it; but, in the months of rearing that follow, the women of the race go through a long, patiently endured strain which no knapsacked soldier on his longest march has ever more than equalled; while, even in the matter of death, in all civilized societies, the probability that the average woman will die in childbirth is immeasurably greater than the probability

As one whom secret glory fills She walked-alone with God.

I met her in the city street;

Oh, changed was her aspect

With heavy eyes and weary feet She walked alone-with men. "The Lady Poverty," by Evelyn Underhill

that the average male will die in battle.

There is, perhaps, no woman, whether 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! 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, unclosed mouths, and great limbs tossed-this, that an acre of ground might be manured with human flesh, that next year's grasses or poppies or karoo bushes may spring up greener and redder, where they have lain, or that the sand of a plain may have the glint of white bones!" And we cry, "Without an inexorable cause, this must not be!" No woman


or social compulsion, when he discharges an equitable claim on him; but he is without thought of selfcompulsion. He does the right thing with a simple feeling of satisfaction in doing it, and is indeed impatient if anything prevents him from having the satisfaction of doing it. -Herbert Spencer.

AM homesick. Homesick for the home I never have seen. For the land where I shall look horizontally into the eyes of my fellows. The land where men rise only to lift.

The land where equality leaves men to differ as they will.

The land where freedom is breathed in the air and courses in the blood.

Where there is nothing over a man between him and the sky. Where the obligations of love are sought for as prizes,

And where they vary as the moon.
That land is my true country.

I am here by some sad cosmic mistake,
And I am homesick.-Ernest Crosby.

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with all its fruits thereof-the fruits of love and liberty.-George D. Herron.

HE worst of errors is to believe that

any one religion has the monopoly of goodness. For every man, that religion is good which makes him gentle, upright and kind. But to govern mankind is a difficult task. The ideal is very high and

E have talked much of the
brotherhood to come; but
brotherhood has always been
the fact of our life, long
before it became a modern
and insipid sentiment. Only we have
been brothers in slavery and torment,
brothers in ignorance and its perdition,
brothers in disease and war and want,
brothers in prosti-
tution and hypoc-
risy. What happens
to one of us sooner
or later happens to
all; we have always
been unescapably
involved in a com-
mon destiny. The
world constantly
tends to the level
of the downmost
man in it; and that
downmost man is
the world's real
ruler, hugging it
close to his bosom,
dragging it down to
his death. You do
not think so, but
it is true, and it
ought to be true.
For if there were
some way by which
some of us could
get free apart from
others, if there were
some way by which
some of us could
have heaven while

Men! whose boast it is that ye
Come of fathers brave and free,
If there breathe on earth a slave,
Are ye truly free and brave?
If ye do not feel the chain
When it works a brother's pain,
Are ye not base slaves indeed,
Slaves unworthy to be freed!

Is true Freedom but to break
Fetters for our own dear sake,
And, with leathern hearts, forget
That we owe mankind a debt?
No! True Freedom is to share
All the chains our brothers wear,
And, with heart and hand, to be
Earnest to make others free!

They are slaves who fear to speak
For the fallen and the weak;
They are slaves who will not choose
Hatred, scoffing and abuse,
Rather in silence shrink

From the truth they needs must think:
They are slaves who dare not be
In the right with two or three.

"Freedom," by James Russell Lowell

others had hell, if there were some way by which part of the world could escape some form of the blight and peril and misery of disinherited labor, then would our world indeed be lost and damned; but since men have never been able to separate themselves from one another's woes and wrongs, since history is fairly stricken with the lesson that we can not escape brotherhood of some kind, since the whole of life is teaching us that we are hourly choosing between brotherhood in suffering and brotherhood in good, it remains for us to choose the brotherhood of a co-operative world,

the earth is very low. Outside the sterile province of philosophy, what we meet at every step is unreason, folly and passion. The wise men of antiquity succeeded in winning to themselves some little authority only by impostures, which gave them a hold upon the imagination, in their lack of physical force.

-Ernest Renan.

T is a truly sublime spectacle when in the stillness of the night, in an unclouded sky, the stars, like the world's choir, rise and set, and as it were divide existence in to two portions,-the one, belonging to the earthly, is silent in the perfect stillness of night; whilst the other alone comes forth in sublimity, pomp, and majesty. Viewed in this light, the starry heavens truly exercise a moral influence over us; and who can readily stray into the paths of immorality if he has been accustomed to live amidst such thoughts and feelings, and frequently to dwell upon them? How are we entranced by the simple splendors of this wonderful drama of nature!-Wilhelm von Humboldt.

Human nature craves novelty.-Pliny.

men any quarrel? Busy as the Devil is, not the smallest! They lived far enough apart; were the entirest strangers; nay, in so wide a Universe, there was even, unconsciously, by Commerce, some mutual helpfulness between them. How then? Simpleton! their Governors had fallen out; and, instead of shooting one another, had the cunning to make these

Or ever the knightly years were gone
With the old world to the grave,
I was a King in Babylon

And you were a Christian Slave.

I saw, I took, I cast you by,

I 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

HAT, speaking in quite unofficial language, is the net purport and upshot of war? To my own knowledge, for example, there dwell and toil, in the British village of Dumdrudge, usually some five hundred souls. From these, by certain "Natural Enemies" of the French, there are successfully selected, during the French war, say thirty ablebodied men: Dumdrudge, at her own expense, has suckled and nursed them: she has, not without difficulty and sorrow, fed them up to manhood, and even trained them to crafts, so that one can weave, another build, another hammer, and the weakest can stand under thirty stone avoirdupois. Nevertheless, amid much weeping and swearing, they are selected; all dressed in red, and shipped away, at the public charges, some two thousand miles, or say, only, to the south of Spain; and fed there till

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.

Yet not for an hour do I wish undone

The deed beyond the grave,
When I was a King in Babylon

And you were a Virgin Slave.
"Or Ever the Knightly Years Were Gone,"
by William Ernest Henley

wanted. And now to that same spot, in the south of Spain, are thirty similar French artisans, from a French Dumdrudge, in like manner wending; till at length, after infinite effort, the two 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 the souls out of one another, and in place of sixty brisk useful craftsmen, the world has sixty dead carcasses, which it must bury, and anew shed tears for. Had these

poor blockheads shoot.-Alas, so is it in Deutschland, and hitherto in all other lands; still as of old," what deviltry soever Kings do, the Greeks must pay the piper!"-In that fiction of the English Smollett, it is true, the final Cessation of War is perhaps prophetically shadowed forth; where the two Natural Enemies, in person, take each a Tobacco-pipe, filled with Brimstone; light the same, and smoke in one another's faces, till the weaker give in: but from such predicted Peace-Era, what blood-filled, trenches, and contentious centuries,

may still divide us!-Carlyle.

IGOTRY has no head and can not

When she moves it is in wrath; when she pauses it is amid ruin. Her prayers are curses, her God is a demon, her communion is death, her vengeance is eternity, her decalogue written in the blood of her victims, and if she stops for a moment in her infernal flight it is upon a kindred rock to whet her vulture fang for a more sanguinary desolation.-Daniel O'Connell.

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