s long as
courage pulsates in the heart it matters not the outer conditions or success, the man hves and nothingr can quench liis energies. The strokes fall regularly and to the purpose. Better to sow and never reap than not to sow, for in sowing lies the spirit of increase more than in reaping. He who can always work, I care not for the result, is no failure. Work itself is life, progress, success. But alas! when courage casts off the man, and coward fear enters in and saps activ- ity, unstrings the nerves and weakens the mind and body, uncaging hope and relaxing the tendons that grapple diffigulties, the poor wretch, though he live and eat and sleep happily as ever, is dead already. Work, work I say; never mind what comes of it, work.
For of such is the kingdom of earth and heaven. For so are we made. Like the Wandering Jew, we cannot stop. Ever and onward we must march, march, march. There is no rest but the rest of rotting, and even in this there is evermore work, work. Hence, a man havino; lost his hold and become workless, is neither of this world nor of the next, but floats in a purga- torial abeyance worse than death.
Weep, my good friend, if you will, there is nothing unmanly in tears. Despair not of him from whose sensitive or passionate nature adversity wrings tears: especially if they be tinctured by wrath or bitterness; but despair rather of him who with pointless languish- ment lives usque ad nauseam. Well directed eftbrt cannot always fail ; but if it so appears, still let an- ticipation wipe the brow of labor and triumphal visions sweeten healthful sleep.
Among many both of city and country there was no fixed standard of morality. Each had been edu- cated in a different school, that is to say, those of them who had been taught morality at all ; each held a diff- erent tradition, or no tradition; religion was a father's rod or a mother's tears, and law and justice were in their own right arm, so that, as with the S
