had received from him gave to him, and, for the first time in history,
the gates of Westminster Abbey were thrown open for the funeral
services of a foreigner. Therefore, the Prime Minister of England
selected the swiftest frigate in the English navy for carrying his body
back to his native land. His generosity radiated in every direction,
not in trickling rivulets, but in copious streams. Bountifully he gave
to men; therefore, through innumerable orations, sermons, editorials
and toasts, men vied with each other in giving praise and honor back to
Peabody, the benefactor of the people.

Society, always sensitive to generosity, is equally sensitive to
selfishness. He who treats his fellows as so many clusters to be
squeezed into his cup, who spoils the world for self aggrandizement,
finds at last that he has burglarized his own soul. Here is a man who
says: "Come right, come wrong, I will get gain." Loving ease, he
lashes himself to unceasing toil by day and night. Needing rest on
Sunday, he denies himself respite and scourges his jaded body and brain
into new activities. Every thought is a thread to be woven into a
golden net. He lifts his life to strike as miners lift their picks.
He swings his body as harvesters their scythes. He will make himself
an augur for boring, a chisel for drilling, a muck-rake for scratching,
if only he may get gain. He will sweat and swelter and burn in the
tropics until malaria has made his face as yellow as gold, if thereby
he can fill his purse, and for a like end he will shiver and ache in
the arctics. He will deny his ear music, he will deny his mind
culture, he will deny his heart friendship that he may coin concerts
and social delights into cash. At length the shortness of breath
startles him; the stoppage of blood alarms him. Then he retires to
receive--what? To receive from nature that which he has given to
nature. Once he denied his ear melody, and now taste in return denies