for the home of to-day. One century offers an arch for the door,
another century offers glass windows, another offers wrought nails and
hinges, another plaster that will receive and hold the warm colors,
another offers the marble, tapestry, picture and piano, the thousand
conveniences for use and beauty.

Husbandry also represents patience and the labor of generations. Were
it given to the child, tearing open the golden meat of the fruit, to
trace the ascent of the tree, he would see the wild apple or bitter
orange growing in the edge of the ancient forest. But man, standing by
the fruit, grafted it for sweetness, pruned it for the juicy flow,
nourished it for taste and color. Could he who picks the peach or pear
have this inner vision, he would behold an untold company of husbandmen
standing beneath the branches and pointing to their special
contributions. The fathers labored, the children entered into the
fruitage of the labor in his dream; the poet slept in St. Peter's and
saw the shadowy forms of all the architects and builders from the
beginning of time standing about him and giving their special
contributions to Bramante and Angelo's great temple. Thus many hands
have toiled upon man's house, man's art, industry, invention.

In the realm of law and liberty the best things ask for patience and
waiting. Out of nothing nothing comes. The institution that
represents little toil but little time endures. Man's early history is
involved in obscurity, largely because his early arts were
mushroomic--completed quickly, they quickly perished. The ideas
scratched upon the flat leaf or the thin reed represented scant labor
and therefore soon were dust. But he who holds in his hand a modern
book holds the fruitage of years many and long. For that book we see
the workmen ranging far for linen; we see the printer toiling upon his