ocks of stone into statues. Great is
the power of an eloquent tongue instructing men, restraining,
inspiring, stimulating vast multitudes. Great are the joys of memory,
that gallery stored with pictures of the past. But there is no genius
of mind or heart comparable to a vigorous conscience, magisterial,
clear-eyed, wide-looking. He who gave all-comprehending reason,
all-judging reason, reserved his best gift to the last--then gave the
gift of conscience.

Man is a pilgrim and conscience is the guide, leading him safely
through forests and thickets, restraining from the paths of wrong,
pointing out the ways of right. Man is a voyager and conscience is his
compass. The sails may be swept away, and the engines stopped, but the
voyager yet may be saved if only the compass is kept. In time of
danger man may be careless about his garments, but not about his hand
or foot or eye. It is possible to sustain the loss of wealth, friends
and outer honors, but no man can sustain the loss of conscience. It is
the soul's eye. Afar off it sees the face of God. Instructed, guided,
loved, and redeemed by Jesus Christ, he who while living is at peace
with his Master and with his conscience will, when dying, find himself
at peace with his God.

VISIONS THAT DISTURB CONTENTMENT

"Like other gently nurtured Boston boys, Wendell Phillips
began the study of law. Doubtless the sirens sang to him,
as to the noble youth of every country and time. Musing
over Coke and Blackstone, perhaps he saw himself
succeeding Ames and Otis and Webster, the idol of
society, the applauded orator, the brilliant champion of
the elegant ease, and the cultivated conservatism of
Massachusetts. * * * But one October day he saw an
American citizen assailed by a furious mob in the city of
James Otis for saying with James Otis that a man's right
to liberty is inherent and inalienable. As the jail doors
closed upon Garrison to save his life, Garrison and his
cause had won their most powerful and renowned ally. With
the setting of that October sun, vanished forever the
career of prosperous ease, the gratification of ordinary
ambition, which the genius and the accomplishments of
Wendell Phillips had seemed to foretell. Yes, the
long-awaited client had come at last. Scarred, scorned
and forsaken, that cowering and friendless client was
wronged a