God's Work Is Freedom. Freedom Is Dear

Do Not Judge From Mere Appearances.

The Universe Is A Vast System Of Exchange. Every Artery Of It Is In Motion, Throbbing With Reciprocity, From The Planet To The Rotting Leaf.

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.

O, How Much Those Men Are To Be Valued Who, In The Spirit With Which The Widow Gave Up Her Two Mites, Have Given Up Themselves! How Their Names Sparkle! How Rich Their Very Ashes Are! How They Will Count Up In Heaven!

What A Proof Of The Divine Tenderness Is There In The Human Heart Itself, Which Is The Organ And Receptacle Oft So Many Sympathies! When We Consider How Exquisite Are Those Conditions By Which It Is Even Made Capable Of So Much Suffering--the Capabilities Of A Child's Heart, Of A Mother's Heart,--what Must Be The Nature Of Him Who Fashioned Its Depths, And Strung Its Chords.