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Pasteur, while a figure of Death, beaten and baffled, slinks away around the opposite side of the pedestal.

National spirit and martial spirit are not the same. There was a time when war was all of romance and of gallantry and of opportunity that the world offered. That time has gone. War now at its best is but one expression of the human passion for adventure and achievement. The spirit of America is against war not because we have grown cowardly and fear death, nor because we have grown flabby and love softness; no, not even because we have become conscious converts to the Prince of Peace. But we in America have something larger to do. We are discovering our country. Every tree is a challenge to us, and every pool of water and every foot of soil. The mountains are our enemies; we must pierce them and make them serve. The willful rivers we must curb; and out of the seas and air renew the life of the earth itself. We have no time for war. We are doing something so much more important. We are at work. That is the greatest of all adventures. When war comes to a Democracy it comes because we are not allowed peacefully to work. What would we fight for? For what Roger Williams fought for, to be let alone, to have the opportunity to show what man can do for man.

My friends, if the American spirit gives any evidence of being in a state of decline or decadence in the East, come with me to my Western country,— "Out where the west begins."

A spirit is intangible. It can only be made com

prehensible by acts. So let me illustrate my idea of the spirit of America by citing the case of Herbert Hoover, a mining engineer from Stanford University and head of the Belgian Relief Committee. That young man comes to this country unnoticed and leaves unnoticed. But his administrative mind made possible the feeding of a nation. He organized the financial system for Belgium. Through him the heart of the world spoke to those suffering people. Through him England gave five million dollars a month and France four-and-a-half million dollars a month for the support of this unfortunate people, and the United States has given seven million in all. But we made it possible for any of it to reach those people.

If anyone now maintains that the American flag is not respected abroad, let him go to Brussels and stand in front of the United States legation and see the passing Belgians salute the Stars and Stripes, which never have been hauled down in Belgium since the first German drive into that desolated country, and from sunrise in the morning until sunset at night the Belgian peasants and Belgian artisans pass that house, and as each passes takes his hat off to that flag.

And this comes in large measure as the result of the work of Herbert Hoover, the incarnation of the spirit of American desire to help the world. Let us stand beside the Belgian peasant before that flag over in Brussels and take heart.

Fair Play for Woman

George William Curtis

The striking contrasts in the first paragraph should be noted and expressed. Each of the succeeding paragraphs denote a marked transition, to be indicated by a pause and change in each case. In the last paragraph, note the artful application of the incident related in the paragraph preceding. Vary the emphasis in the repetitions of "So are we." And bring out the conclusion in round, full tones, with slow rate and strong force.

THE woman's rights movement in this country is the simple claim that the same opportunity and privilege that man has in society be extended to the woman who stands by his side; that she must prove her power as he proves his. Now, when Rosa Bonheur paints a vigorous and admirable picture of Normandy horses, she proves that she has a hundredfold more right to do it than scores of botchers and bunglers in color, who wear coats and trousers, and whose right, therefore, nobody questions. When the Misses Blackwell, or Miss Hunt, or Miss Preston, or Miss Avery, accomplishing themselves in medicine with a firm hand and clear brain, carry the balm of life to suffering humanity, it is as much their right, as much their duty, as it is that of any long-haired, sallow, dissipated boy, who hisses them as they go upon their holy mission. And so when Joan of Arc follows God and leads the army, when the Maid of Saragossa loads and fires the cannon, when Grace Darling and Ida Lewis, pulling their boats through pitiless waves, save fellow-creatures from drowning, do you ask me if these are not exceptional women? And I answer

that they are. But Florence Nightingale, demanding supplies for sick soldiers in the Crimea, and when they are delayed by red tape ordering a file of soldiers to break down the doors and bring them, seems to me quite as womanly as the loveliest girl in the land, dancing at the gayest ball, in a dress of which the embroidery is the pinched lines of starvation in another girl's face, and whose pearls are the tears of despair in her eyes. Jenny Lind enchanting the heart of the world, Anna Dickinson pleading for equal liberty of her sex, are doing what God, by his great gifts of eloquence and song, appointed them to do.

This movement may encounter sneers; but what reform has not? Even Mr. Webster derided the anti-slavery movement as "a drum-beat agitation." But it was a drum-beat that echoed over every mountain, penetrated every valley, and roused the hearts of the nation to throb in unison. In one of the fierce Western battles among the mountains, General Thomas was watching a body of his troops painfully pushing their way up a steep hill against a withering fire. Victory seemed impossible; and the General, even he, "the rock of Chicamauga,' suddenly exclaimed: "They can't do it; they will never reach the top." His chief of staff, watching the battle with equal earnestness, placing his hand. on his commander's arm, said, softly: "Time, time, General; give them time;" and presently the moist eyes of the brave leader saw his troops victorious upon the summit.

They were American soldiers. So are we. They

were fighting an American battle. So are we. They were climbing up a mountain. So are we. The great heart of their leader gave them time, and they conquered. The great heart of our country will give us time, and we shall triumph. One by one the States are falling into line. With the extension in modern times of the functions of government to deal with social problems, the extension of the suffrage to women on equal terms with men is demanded on grounds both of expediency and justice, and all the forces of conservatism and prejudice shall not prevail against it.

Eulogy of Washington
Morris Sheppard

Although Washington is a frequent-and proper-subject for eulogy, the following selection is somewhat outside of the usual. It is the concluding part of a speech delivered in the House of Rep resentatives, February 22, 1911. The sympathetic tones resulting from strong feeling should be maintained throughout. The last two paragraphs particularly require the emotional quality of tenderness combined with admiration.

THE life of Washington is gratifying and refreshing not only to every American, but to the friends of liberty in every portion of the globe. Without experience in directing warlike operations on an extended scale, without adequate equipment for his troops, without a supporting government or treasury of even moderate strength, he was summoned from the farm to the red arena of the battle. Through incredible difficulties, with a patience and a courage that bordered on the superhuman, he led a

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