e's precious wine.
How do events interpret this principle! One day Louis, King of France,
was riding in the forest near his gorgeous and guilty palace of
Versailles. He met a peasant carrying a coffin. "What did the man die
of?" asked the King. "Of hunger," answered the peasant. But the sound
of the hunt was in the King's ear, and he forgot the cry of want. Soon
the day came when the King stood before the guillotine, and with mute
appeals for mercy fronted a mob silent as statues, unyielding as stone,
grimly waiting to dip the ends of their pikes in regal blood. He gave
cold looks; he received cold steel.

Marie Antoinette, riding to Notre Dame for her bridal, bade her
soldiers command all beggars, cripples and ragged people to leave the
line of the procession. The Queen could not endure for a brief moment
the sight of those miserable ones doomed to unceasing squalor and
poverty. What she gave others she received herself, for soon, bound in
an executioner's cart, she was riding toward the place of execution
midst crowds who gazed upon her with hearts as cold as ice and hard as
granite. When Foulon was asked how the starving populace was to live
he answered: "Let them eat grass." Afterward, Carlyle says, the mob,
maddened with rage, "caught him in the streets of Paris, hanged him,
stuck his head upon a pike, filled his mouth with grass, amid shouts as
of Tophet from a grass-eating people." What kings and princes gave
they received. This is the voice of nature and conscience: "Behold,
sin crouches at the door!"

This divine principle also explains man's attitude toward his fellows.
The proverb says man makes his own world. Each sees what is in
himself, not what is outside. The jaundiced eye yellows all it
beholds. The chameleon takes its color from the bark on which it
clings. Man gives his color to what his thought is fastened upon. The
pessimist's darkness makes all things dingy. The youth disappointed
with his European trip said he was a fool for going. He was, for the
reason that he was a fool before he started. He saw nothing without,
because he had no vision within. He gave no sight, he received no
vision. An artist sees in each Madonna that which compels a rude mob
to uncover in prayer, but the savage perceives only a colored canvas.
Recently a foreign traveler, writing of his impressions of our city,
described it to his fellows as a veritable hades. But his fellow
countryman, in a similar