pitals, homes for aged and incurables, more schools and colleges, institutions for industrial education."
So speaks the little man of large soul out of the solitariness of his life; but for every man good and true, young or old, struggling to do his best work, there is an open door between earth and heaven.
A well-known Englishman, maker of tiles and pottery, who had risen from poverty to wealth, built for himself a magnificent palace in the midst of a great park of forest trees and botanical gardens. His fences were made with open gates that his many work-people might go in and out and enjoy the noble house and its grounds, fountains, pavilions and galleries, and find pleasure and education in its beauties.
Mr. Williamson has built nobly and none need go away without a piece of wholesome bread.
The End
