Justice And Goodwill Will Outlast Passion.

History Is But The Unrolled Scroll Of Prophecy.

Individuals May Wear For A Time The Glory Of Our Institutions, But They Carry It Not To The Grave With Them. Like Raindrops From Heaven, They May Pass Through The Circle Of The Shining Bow And Add To Its Luster; But When They Have Sunk In The Earth Again, The Proud Arch Still Spans The Sky And Shines Gloriously On.

Wherever A Ship Ploughs The Sea, Or A Plough Furrows The Field; Wherever A Mine Yields Its Treasure; Wherever A Ship Or A Railroad Train Carries Freight To Market; Wherever The Smoke Of The Furnace Rises, Or The Clang Of The Loom Resounds; Even In The Lonely Garret Where The Seamstress Plies Her Busy Needle--there Is Industry.

Monuments May Be Builded To Express The Affection Or Pride Of Friends, Or To Display Their Wealth, But They Are Only Valuable For The Characters Which They Perpetuate.

To All Our Means Of Culture Is Added The Powerful Incentive To Personal Ambition, No Post Of Honor Is So High But The Poorest May Hope To Reach It.