self and the shore, to tie it upon the
little boy who had stolen a passage with him, is a figure which tells
us with new and noble force, that manhood is stronger than storm, and
love mightier than death." And it is not only such sublime acts of
self-sacrifice as this which are acceptable to God. To live for others
is sometimes as hard as to die for them. The patient nurse, the gentle
sister of mercy, the humble priest, unknown outside his own parish,
these, and thank God there are many such, have a place and a monument
in God's great House of many mansions. It has been said that "the
world knows nothing of its greatest men," and some of the best, and
purest, and most unselfish souls live unknown, and die neglected, but
they have their reward. The world gave them no monument, but God looks
on the fair memorial of an unselfish life. Let this thought be ever
before us, we are building, raising our monument, for eternity. The
Turks carefully collect every scrap of paper which they find, because
the Name of God may be written upon it. We ought to use every scrap of
time to good purpose because it belongs to God, and we have to employ
it for eternity. I have said that every honest work well done leaves
its mark, and builds our monument. Never then be ashamed of your work,
my brothers, however humble, if it be done well and rightly. If your
calling be lowly, try to raise it and ennoble it by being strictly
honest and faithful in following it. Never be ashamed of the source
from which you spring, only be ashamed of doing wrong. If you were to
visit the old city of Mayence, you would notice that for its coat of
arms the city bears a white cartwheel. For many a century it has borne
these arms, and their origin is this. Long ago, an Archbishop of
Mayence was chosen for his piety and learning, but many remembered him
as the wheelwright's son, who had once worked at his father's trade.
As the Archbishop passed in stately procession to the Cathedral, some
jeered him, and one jester had chalked white cartwheels on all the
walls on either side of the procession. When the Archbishop was
enthroned in the Cathedral, he saw, hanging above his head, a shield
which was to bear his arms. The Archbishop was told that he might
choose what blazonry he liked, and he at once ordered a painter to
decorate the shield with a white cartwheel, that amid the great and
noble people around him, he might never forget whence he sprang. Afte