We Move Too Much In Platoons; We

There Is No Doubt Of The Essential Nobility Of That Man Who Pours Into Life The Honest Vigor Of His Toil, Over Those Who Compose The Feathery Foam Of Fashion That Sweeps Along Broadway; Who Consider The Insignia Of Honor To Consist In Wealth And Indolence; And Who, Ignoring The Family History, Paint Coats Of Arms To Cover Up The Leather Aprons Of Their Grandfathers.

Every Action Of Our Lives Touches On Some Chord That Will Vibrate In Eternity.

Humanity Is So Constituted That The Basest Criminal Represents You And Me, As Well As The Most Glorious Saint That Walks On High. We Are Reflected In All Other Men; All Other Men Are Embodied In Us.

What A Proof Of The Divine Tenderness Is There In The Human Heart Itself, Which Is The Organ And Receptacle Oft So Many Sympathies! When We Consider How Exquisite Are Those Conditions By Which It Is Even Made Capable Of So Much Suffering--the Capabilities Of A Child's Heart, Of A Mother's Heart,--what Must Be The Nature Of Him Who Fashioned Its Depths, And Strung Its Chords.

There Is Such A Thing As Honest Pride And Self-respect.