The Wise Man... If He Would Live

One Might Almost Fear," Writes A Thoughtful Woman, "seeing How The Women Of To-day Are Lightly Stirred Up To Run After Some New Fashion Or Faith, That Heaven Is Not So Near To Them As It Was To Their Mothers And Grandmothers.

It Is A Grand Old Name, That Of Gentleman, And Has Been Recognized As A Rank And Power In All Stages Of Society. To Possess This Character Is A Dignity Of Itself, Commanding The Instinctive Homage Of Every Generous Mind, And Those Who Will Not Bow To Titular Rank Will Yet Do Homage To The Gentleman. His Qualities Depend Not Upon Fashion Or Manners, But Upon Moral Worth; Not On Personal Possessions, But On Personal Qualities.

All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy. But All Play And No Work Makes Him Something Worse.

He Who Recognizes No Higher Logic Than That Of The Shilling May Become A Very Rich Man, And Yet Remain All The While An Exceedingly Poor Creature; For Riches Are No Proof Whatever Of Moral Worth, And Their Glitter Often Serves Only To Draw Attention To The Worthlessness Of Their Possessor, As The Glow-worm's Light Reveals The Grub.

No Good Thing Is Ever Lost. Nothing Dies, Not Even Life Which Gives Up One Form Only To Resume Another. No Good Action, No Good Example Dies. It Lives Forever In Our Race. While The Frame Moulders And Disappears, The Deed Leaves An Indelible Stamp, And Molds The Very Thought And Will Of Future Generations.