conclusion but such as
has been hoisted into place by a lever of syllogism, with a major
premise for a fulcrum, and a minor premise on the long end of the
bar,--for these, I submit the familiar form:

A--All men slip and fall back into old ways, more or less (chiefly
more), when striving to change a course of life that has become fixed
by habit.

B--"Dodd" Weaver (Socrates) was a man (or near enough so to come within
the range of the first term above).

C--Therefore; "Dodd" Weaver (Soc.) slipped and fell back into old ways,
more or less (chiefly more), when striving to change a course of life
that had become fixed by habit. The form will bear study.

I am glad to record just here, too, though it may be counted a
digression, that for once the facts in the case and the logical
conclusion reached concerning the same tally exactly. What a blessed
thing it would have been for the martyrs, all through the ages, if
there had always been such happy coincidence between logical sequence
and actual facts! But what were the world without martyrs?

I have heard it said that pure logic has a mission to perform in this
world. The record of its doings so far shows that, chiefly, it has
been engaged in reaching conclusions that did not tally with
actualities, and in leading its devotees to persecute those who
accepted facts rather than its ultimatum. It is this that has fostered
more persecution in the past than all other forms of bigotry combined.
Even religion herself has often fallen a prey to this false god, and
the most relentless of religious wars have been waged with a logical
difference as a basis.

Nevertheless, pure logic has its use. I have used it to prove that
"Dodd" Weaver did not spring from groveling to grace without some
set-backs, I have done obeisance to logic. I can now move on
peaceably, I trust.

Mr. Bright made a point with "Dodd" by his quick discovery of the boy's
genius with the chalk. In a few days he scored another, when he found
how well he could read. Indeed, it was here the teacher and pupil
first felt their souls flow together freely, for an instant.

It was the old "Sam Weller's Valentine" selection that the class was
laboring with. The boys and girls tugged at the dialogue, but in the
main got little from it.

It came "Dodd's" turn to read. He had taken in the whole scene and was
full of the spirit of the piece. His place of beginning was at the
words with which "Sam" begins his