Many Readers Judge Of The

Go Forth To Meet The Shadowy Future Without Fear And With A Manly Heart.

All The Means Of Action -- The Shapeless Masses -- The Materials -- Lie Everywhere About Us. What We Need Is The Celestial Fire To Change The Flint Into The Transparent Crystal, Bright And Clear. That Fire Is Genius.

Races, Better Than We, Have Leaned On Her Wavering Promise, Having Naught Else But Hope.

I Have An Affection For A Great City. I Feel Safe In The Neighborhood Of Man, And Enjoy The Sweet Security Of The Streets.

To Say The Least, A Town Life Makes One More Tolerant And Liberal In One's Judgment Of Others.