the window of the palace of his soul--we behold an occupant who fears no
duty. We are fascinated, and gather about, anxious to peer in upon the
fortunate possessor. Therein lies the happiness and the force of good
example.

But let the Censer burn low, and flicker in final sickliness; the great
bell called Conscience, hanging in the dome, strikes an alarm that rocks
the building. How oft the solemn tocsin sounds! It drives us to our
duty! Let us be thankful its clangor is so harsh!


THE FATHER OF HIS COUNTRY,

the man whose heart was torn each time his soldiers' feet did bleed--the
man who stood like a rock between the despot and the down-trodden--that
man, at the end of the career which glorified him, and which, with
reflected glory will light the annals of all coming centuries--that
kind, good man, George Washington, could not discern the separating line
between Duty and human happiness. "The consideration that human
happiness and moral duty," he said, "are inseparately connected, will
always continue to prompt me to promote the progress of the one by
inculcating the practice of the other."


LET US KEEP THE GOLDEN CENSER BURNING

with the frankincense of our highest endeavors. "Let us," as Theodore
Parker once said, "do our duty in our shop, or our kitchen, the market,
the street, the office, the school, the home, just as faithfully as if
we stood in the front rank of some great battle, and we knew that