Crime, To The Man Of The Forties,

I Have Never Seen An Adequate Description Anywhere Of The Amazement, The Uncomprehending Horror Of The Bulk Of The American People Which Preceded The Firing Of That Gun At Sumter. Politicians Or Far-sighted Leaders On Both Sides Knew What Was Coming. And It Is They Who Have Written Histories Of The War. But To The Easy-going Millions, Busied With Their Farms Or Shops, The Onrushing Disaster Was As Inexplicable As An Earthquake. Their Protest Arose From Sea To Sea Like The Clamor Of A Gigantic Hive Of Frightened Bees.

To Preach A Sermon Or Edit A Newspaper Were The Two Things In Life Which I Always Felt I Could Do With Credit To Myself And Benefit To The World, If I Only Had The Chance.

... While The Light Burning Within May Have Been Divine, The Outer Case Of The Lamp Was Assuredly Cheap Enough.

The New Englander Landed On A Stony, Barren Tract, And A Large Share Of His Strength During Two Centuries Has Gone To Force A Living Out Of It. Hence He Has Come To Regard Economy - A Necessary Unpleasant Quality At Best - As The Chief Of Virtues. He Has Cultivated Habits Which Verge On Closeness In Dealing With Food, And With The Expression Of Feeling, And Even - His Enemies Think - With Feeling Itself.

For, After All, Put It As We May To Ourselves, We Are All Of Us From Birth To Death Guests At A Table Which We Did Not Spread. The Sun, The Earth, Love, Friends, Our Very Breath Are Parts Of The Banquet.... Shall We Think Of The Day As A Chance To Come Nearer To Our Host, And To Find Out Something Of Him Who Has Fed Us So Long?