er things, but nothing
in which is an assurance of perpetuity, and little that is truly wisdom.
Our vaunted _elixir vito_ is the art of printing with moveable types.
What good will those do when posterity, struck by the inevitable
intellectual blight, shall have ceased to read what is printed? Our
libraries will become its stables, our books its fuel.

Ours is a civilization that might be heard from afar in space as
a scolding and a riot; a civilization in which the race has so
differentiated as to have no longer a community of interest and
feeling; which shows as a ripe result of the principles underlying it
a reasonless and rascally feud between rich and poor; in which one is
offered a choice (if one have the means to take it) between American
plutocracy and European militocracy, with an imminent chance of
renouncing either for a stultocratic republic with a headsman in the
presidential chair and every laundress in exile.

I have not a "solution" to the "labor problem." I have only a story.
Many and many years ago lived a man who was so good and wise that none
in all the world was so good and wise as he. He was one of those few
whose goodness and wisdom are such that after some time has passed their
fellowmen begin to think them gods and treasure their words as divine
law; and by millions they are worshiped through centuries of time.
Amongst the utterances of this man was one command--not a new nor
perfect one--which has seemed to his adorers so preeminently wise that
they have given it a name by which it is known over half the world. One
of the sovereign virtues of this famous law is its simplicity, which is
such that all hearing must understand; and obedience is so easy that any
nation refusing is unfit to exist except in the turbulence and adversity
that will surely come to it. When a people would avert want and strife,
or having them, would restore plenty and peace, this noble commandment
offers the only means--all other plans for safety or relief are as vain
as dreams, and as empty as the crooning of fools. And behold, here it
is: "All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye
even so to them."

What! you unappeasable rich, coining the sweat and blood of your workmen
into drachmas, understanding the law of supply and demand as mandatory
and justifying your cruel greed by the senseless dictum that "business
is business;" you lazy workman, railing at the capitalist by
whose desertion, when you