let me say right here, the good men, the superior men, the grand men, are brothers the world over, no matter what their complextion may be; centuries may separate them, yet they are hand inhand; and all the good, and all the grand, and all the superior men, shoulder, to shoulder, heart to heart, are fighting the great battle for the progress of mankind.

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Injustice is Always Punished.

A Government that is founded upon anything except lib erty and justice cannot and ought not to stand. All the wrecks on either side of the river of time; all the wrecks of the great cities and all nations that have passed away-all are a warning that no nation founded upon injustice can stand. From sand-enshrouded Egypt, from the marble wilderness of Athens, from every fallen, crumbling stone of the once mighty Rome, comes a wail, as it were, the cry that no nation founded upon injustice can permanently stand.

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A Grease Story; Ferryman, ditto.

Now, suppose a shareholder in a railroad that had earned $18,000 the past year, should look over the books and find that in that year the railroad had used $12,000 worth of grease. The next year, suppose the earnings should fall off $5,000, and the man, in looking over the accounts, should learn that in that year the road had used only $500 worth of grease. Suppose a the man should say, "The trouble is, we want more grease." What would you think of a man if he discharged the

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superintendant for not using more grease? Here we come to a ferryman with his boat hauled up on the sand, and the river dry. "How's business?" we ask him. says business is rather dull. boats." I guess he'd tell us, for this one."

We say, "You need more "All I ask for is more water

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Grǝat men.

It is often said of this or that man, that he is a selfmade man that he was born of the poorest and humblest parents, and that with every obstacle to overcome he became great. This is a mistake. Poverty is generally an advantage. Most of the intellectual giants of the world have been nursed at the sad but loving breast of poverty. Most of those who have climbed highest on the shining ladder of fame commenced at the lowest round. They were reared in the straw-thatched cottages of Europe; in the log-houses of America; in the factories of the great cities; in the midst of toil; in the smoke and din of labor, and on the verge of want. They were rocked by the feet of mothers whose hands, at the same time, were busy with the needle or the

wheel.

Great men do not live alone; they are surrounded by the great; they are the instruments used to accomplish the tendencies of their generation; they fulfill the prophecies of their age.

Through all the centuries gone, the mind of man has been beleaguered by the mailed hosts of superstition. Slowly and painfully has advanced the army of deliverHated by those they wished to rescue, despised

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by those they were trying to save, these grand soldiers, these immortal deliverers, have fought without thanks, labored without applause, suffered without pity, and they have died execrated and adhorbed. For the good of mankind they accepted isolation, poverty and calumny. They gave up all, sacrificed all, lost all but truth and self-respect.

Elevation of Women.

Now, if men have been slaves, if they have crawled in the dust before one another, what shall I say of women? They have been the slaves of men. It took thousands of ages to bring women from adject slavery up to the

divine height in marriage. I believe in marriage. If there is any Heaven upon earth it is in the family by the fireside, and the family is a unit of government. Without the family relation is tender, pure and true, civilization is impossible. Ladies, the ornaments you wear upon your persons to-night are but the souvenirs of your mother's bondage. The chains around your necks and the bracelets clasped upon your white arms by the thrilled hand of love, have been changed by the wand of civilization from iron to shining, glittering gold. Nearly every civilization in this world accounts for the devilment in it by the crimes of woman. They say woman broguht all the trouble into the world. I don't care if she did. I would rather live in a world full of trouble with the women I love, than to live in Heaven with nobody but men.

It don't take much. questions, as for in

war, that a woman

But some people say: "Would you allow a woman to vote?" Yes, if she wants to; that is her business, not mine. If a woman wants to vote, I am too much of a gentleman to say she shall not. But they say woman has not sense enough to vote. But it seems to me there are some instance, the question of peace and should be allowed to vote upon. A woman that has sons to be offered on the altar of that Moloch, it seems to me that such a grand woman should have as much right to vote upon the question of peace and war as some thrice-besotted sot that reels to the ballot-box and deposits his vote for war. But if women have been slaves, what shall we say of little children born in the sub-cellars, children of poverty, children of crime, children of wealth, children that are afraid when they

hear their names pronounced by the lips of the mother, children that cower in fear when they hear the footsteps of their brutal father, the flotsman and jetsman upon the rude sea of life, my heart goes out to them one and all.

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True Nobility of Man.

The time will come when no matter how much money a man has, he will not be respected unless he is using it for the benefit of his fellow-men. It will soon be here. It no longer satisfies the ambition of great men to be king or emporer. The last Napoleon was not satisfied with being the emperor of the French. He was not satisfied with having a circlet of gold about his head. He wanted some evidence that he had something of value within his head. So he wrote the life of Julius Caesar, that he might become a member of the French academy. The emperors, the kings, the popes, no longer tower above their fellows.

Compare, for instance, King William and Helmholtz. The king is one of the anointed by the Most High, as they claim one upon whose head has been poured the divine petroleum of authority. Compare this king with Helmholtz, who towers in intellectual Colossus above the crowned mediocrity. Compare George Eliot with Queen Victoria. The queen is clothed in garments given her by blind fortune and unreasoning chance, while George Eliot wears robes of glory woven in the loom of her own genius. And so it is the world over. The time is coming when a man will be rated at his real worth, and that by his brain and heart. We care nothing now about an officer unless he fills his place. No matter if he is president, if