Duty And To-day Are Ours; Results And

Ah! If The Pulpit Would Practice What It Preaches, Then All Would Be Well.

Fame Is A Vapor, Popularity Is An Accident, Riches Take Wings, Those Who Cheer Today May Curse Tomorrow And Only One Thing Endures - Character.

The Illusion That Times That Were Are Better Than Those That Are, Has Probably Pervaded All Ages.

Relaxation Is A Physical And Moral Necessity. Animals, Even To The Simplest And Dullest, Have Their Games, Their Sports, Their Diversions. The Toil-worn Artisan, Stooping And Straining Over His Daily Task, Which Taxes Eye And Brain And Limb, Ought To Have Opportunity And Means For An Hour Or Two Of Relaxation After That Task Is Concluded.

Morality And Religion Are But Words To Him Who Fishes In Gutters For The Means Of Sustaining Life, And Crouches Behind Barrels In The Street For Shelter From The Cutting Blasts Of A Winter Night.