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How Often A New Affection Makes A New Man! The Sordid, Cowering Soul Turns Heroic. The Frivolous Girl Becomes The Steadfast Martyr Of Patience And Ministration, Transfigured By Deathless Love. The Career Of Bounding Impulses Turns Into An Anthem Of Sacred Deeds.

The Mere Leader Of Fashion Has No Genuine Claim To Supremacy; At Least, No Abiding Assurance Of It. He Has Embroidered His Title Upon His Waistcoat, And Carries His Worth In His Watch Chain; And, If He Is Allowed Any Real Precedence For This It Is Almost A Moral Swindle,--a Way Of Obtaining Goods Under False Pretences.

Mercy. That Is The Gospel. The Whole Of It In One Word.

At The Bottom Of Not A Little Of The Bravery That Appears In The World, There Lurks A Miserable Cowardice. Men Will Face Powder And Steel Because They Have Not The Courage To Face Public Opinion.

He Who Today Utters A Bold Truth That Seems To Shock Some Old Institution With The Premonition Of Destruction, And That Scares Men From Their Propriety, Will A Hundred Years Hence Be Regarded As A Remarkably Conservative Man. And Yet The People Who Stand Peculiarly Upon What They Call The Foundations Of Conservatism, And Hold To Hard, Practical Facts, Now Stand Upon That Which One Hundred Years Ago Was Rank Heresy.