If You Can Meet Success And Failure

When The Cambrian Measures Were Forming, They Promised Perpetual Peace. They Swore, If We Gave Them Our Weapons, That The Wars Of The Tribes Would Cease. But When We Disarmed They Sold Us, And Delivered Us, Bound, To Our Foe, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings Said: "stick To The Devil You Know."

What Is A Woman That You Forsake Her, And The Hearth-fire And The Home-acre, To Go With The Old Grey Widow-maker?

Savings Represent Much More Than Mere Money Value. They Are The Proof That The Saver Is Worth Something In Himself. Any Fool Can Waste; Any Fool Can Muddle; But It Takes Something More Of A Man To Save And The More He Saves The More Of A Man He Makes Of Himself. Waste And Extravagance Unsettle A Man's Mind For Every Crisis; Thrift, Which Means Some Form Of Self-restraint, Steadies It.

And The End Of The Fight Is Tombstone White With The Name Of The Late Deceased, And The Epitaph Drear, "a Fool Lies Here Who Tried To Hustle The East."

Yet There Be Certain Times In A Young Man’s Life, When, Through Great Sorrow Or Sin, All The Boy In Him Is Burnt And Seared Away So That He Passes At One Step To The More Sorrowful State Of Manhood