No Man Surely Has So

Before The Birth Of The New Woman The Country Was Not An Intellectual Desert, As She Is Apt To Suppose. There Were Teachers Of Thehighest Grade, And Libraries, And Countless Circles In Our Towns And Villages Of Scholarly, Leisurely Folk, Who Loved Books, And Music, And Nature, And Lived Much Apart With Them. The Mad Craze For Money, Which Clutches At Our Souls To-day As La Grippe Does At Our Bodies, Was Hardly Known Then.

America May Have Great Poets And Novelists, But She Never Will Have More Than One Necromancer.

The Only Hero Known To My Childhood Was Henry Clay.

Our Young People Have Come To Look Upon War As A Kind Of Beneficent Deity, Which Not Only Adds To The National Honor But Uplifts A Nation And Develops Patriotism And Courage. That Is All True. But It Is Only Fair, Too, To Let Them Know That The Garments Of The Deity Are Filthy And That Some Of Her Influences Debase And Befoul A People.

Every Child Was Taught From His Cradle That Money Was Mammon, The Chief Agent Of The Flesh And The Devil. As He Grew Up It Was His Duty As A Christian And A Gentleman To Appear To Despise Filthy Lucre, Whatever His Secret Opinion Of It Might Be.