Before I close would you like to have me point you to greatness? In
attempting to do so, I would not point you to Congress hall or Senate
chamber. You can find greatness anywhere.

That was greatness when John Bartholamew held the throttle of an
engine going over the Sierra mountains, with a train load of
passengers depending upon his skill and caution, and swinging round a
curve he saw the wood-work of a tunnel before him on fire. To attempt
to stop the train then, would be to halt in the flames. He threw on
more steam and sent the train whizzing through the furnace of fire.
Passing out on the other end he was badly burned, but still held the
rein of his iron horse. A poem dedicated to this brave engineer closes
with the verse:

"I 'spose I might have jumped the train,
In thought of saving sinew and bone,
And left them women and children
To take the ride alone.

"But I thought on a day of recknin',
And whatever old John done here,
The Lord ain't going to say to him there,
'You went back as an engineer.'"

History of life on the ocean tells us of a ship doomed to go down with
four hundred human beings on board. The pumps were not equal to the
task of holding the water down to the safety line. The captain said:
"We will draw lots for the life-boats, one hundred and twenty will go
in them and the remainder must go down with the ship."