this: that all men have their origin in God the Creator,
have sinned in Adam, and have been, by the sacrificial blood of God's
only begotten Son, born of the Virgin Mary, equally redeemed into
eternal life, if they will but accept Christ as their only true
Saviour;--forgetting indeed that to abolish poverty would at once
prevent all manifestations of human nature's most beauteous trait and
virtue--Charity.

Present echoes from the business world indicate that the poor man
to-day, with his vicious discontent, his preposterous hopes of
trades-unionism, and his impracticable and very _un-Christian_ dreams of
an industrial millennium, is the true and veritable Dives, rich in
arrogance and poor in that charity of judgment which the millionaire has
so abundantly shown himself to possess.

The remedy was for the world to come up higher. Standing upon one of the
grand old peaks of the Rocky Mountains, the speaker had once witnessed a
scene in the valley below which, for beauty of illustration of the
thought in hand, the world could not surpass. He told his hearers what
the scene was. And he besought them to come up to the rock of Charity
and mingle in the blue serene. Charity--a tear dropped on the world's
cold cheek of intolerance to make it burn forever! Or it was the grand
motor-power which, like a giant engine, has rolled the car of
civilisation out from the maze of antiquity into the light of the
present day where it now waits to be freighted with the precious fruits
of living genius, then to speed on to that hoped-for golden era when
truth shall rise as a new and blazing star to light the splendid
pageantry of earth, bound together in one law of universal brotherhood,
independent, yet acknowledging the sovereignty of Omnipotence. Charity
indeed was what Voltaire meant to inculcate when he declared: "Atheism
and fanaticism are the two poles of a universe of confusion and horror.
The narrow zone of virtue is between these two. March with a firm step
in that path; believe in a good God and do good."

The peroration was beautifully simple, thrilling the vast throng with a
sudden deeper conviction of the speaker's earnestness: "_Charity!_ Oh,
of all the flowers that have swung their golden censers in the parterre
of the human heart, none so rich, so rare as this one flower of charity.
Other flowers there may be that yield as rich perfume, but they must be
crushed before their fragrance becomes perceptible; but _this_ flower