Ah, Lips That Say One Thing, While

Starvation!" Exclaimed The Abbe, Springing From His Seat. "why, The Vilest Animals Are Not Suffered To Die By Such A Death As That. The Very Dogs That Wander Houseless And Homeless In The Streets Find Some Pitying Hand To Cast Them A Mouthful Of Bread; And That A Man, A Christian, Should Be Allowed To Perish Of Hunger In The Midst Of Other Men Who Call Themselves Christians, Is Too Horrible For Belief. Oh, It Is Impossible - Utterly Impossible!

All For One, One For All, That Is Our Device.

Youth Is A Blossom Whose Fruit Is Love; Happy Is He Who Plucks It After Watching It Slowly Ripen.

Does The Open Wound In Another's Breast Soften The Pain Of The Gaping Wound In Our Own? Or Does The Blood Which Is Welling From Another Man's Side Staunch That Which Is Pouring From Our Own? Does The General Anguish Of Our Fellow Creatures Lessen Our Own Private And Particular Anguish? No, No, Each Suffers On His Own Account, Each Struggles With His Own Grief, Each Sheds His Own Tears.

And Now, Farewell To Kindness, Humanity And Gratitude... I Have Substituted Myself For Providence In Rewarding The Good; May The God Of Vengeance Now Yield Me His Place To Punish The Wicked.