We Cannot But Think There Is Something

What Men Prize Most Is A Privilege, Even If It Be That Of Chief Mourner At A Funeral.

For Humanity Sweeps Onward: Where Today The Martyr Stands, On The Morrow Crouches Judas With The Silver In His Hands; Far In Front The Cross Stands Ready And The Crackling Fagots Burn, While The Hooting Mob Of Yesterday In Silent Awe Return To Glean Up The Scattered Ashes Into History's Golden Urn.

It Was In Making Education Not Only Common To All, But In Some Sense Compulsory On All, That The Destiny Of The Free Republics Of America Was Practically Settled.

Who Speaks The Truth Stabs Falsehood To The Heart.

't Is Heaven Alone That Is Given Away; 't Is Only God May Be Had For The Asking.