true to themselves; where the conformist was shelved with last year's
calendars, and a man studied out his own route to heaven and had the
courage to walk in it. I would like to dwell with individuals and not
with packs of human cards shuffled together in sets. I would like to
feel my soul kindle into respect for distinct personalities, each one
making his garment after his own measurement, and not trying to fit his
coat after the cut of his neighbor's jacket. I would like to live for
a while with men and women, rather than with human sheep blindly
following a leader. Life is something better than a sheep-path
aimlessly skirting the hills. It is a growth upward through the
infinite blue into heaven. It is the spreading of many and various
branches. If you are a willow, don't attempt to be a pine, and if the
Lord made you to grow like an elm don't pattern yourself after a scrub
oak. The rebuke "what will people say?" should never be applied to the
waywardness of a child. Teach it rather to ask: "How will my own
self-respect stand this test?" Such training will evolve something
rarer in the way of development than a candle-mold or a yard-stick.




XXXVI.

TWO TYPES.

How full the streets are, to be sure! Where do all the folks come from
and where do they stop? Surely there are not roofs enough to cover the
steady stream of humanity that courses through the thoroughfares from
dawn to night time. To one who walks much to and fro in the town there
comes a rare chance to study human types. Books hold nothing within