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CONTENTS 
 
 CHAPTER PAGE 
 
 Foreword 4 . . 9 
 
 I. The Rebirth of Liberty 11 
 
 II. Time a Just Retributor 27 
 
 III. The New Manhood 41 
 
 IV. The New Dutt 59 
 
 V. Seeing the Blue in the Sky 81 
 
 VI. The New Ministry 107 
 
 VII. Monuments 119 
 
 VIII. The New Gentleness 139 
 
 IX. The Romance op Making a Life — Theodore 
 
 Roosevelt 155 
 
 X. The New Morality 181 
 
 XI. The New Day 203 
 
FOREWORD 
 
 The sunrise is nature's most marvelous apoca- 
 lypse. "When morning gilds the skies" the awak- 
 ening heart breaks forth into rapturous praise. 
 Nothing seems more interminable than a long 
 night of fearful forebodings, but with the morn- 
 ing the shadows flee away and renewed hope 
 comes with the break of day. The night is the 
 promise of the day, and the morning light will 
 ever follow the midnight gloom until that ec- 
 static eternal morning whose radiant sun shall 
 know no setting. 
 
 There have been many glorious mornings in 
 the hurrying years, but none more significant, 
 because of its glad consummation and its happy 
 prophecies, than this auspicious daybreak which 
 "dapples the drowsy east with spots of gray." 
 
 "The day begins to break, and night is fled 
 Whose pitchy mantle over-veiled the earth." 
 
 We who are alive to-day have the high privilege 
 of participating in the most thrilling epoch of all 
 history. Never again with pessimistic tones 
 should we talk about the world's problems and 
 impossibilities, for problems are only opportuni- 
 ties, and impossibilities are only calls to imme- 
 diate achievement. How can sensible people talk 
 any longer about the world getting worse? 
 
 This little volume is an unpretentious con- 
 
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10 FOREWORD 
 
 tribution to the sentiment that there is a steady 
 evolution of the good, and that each passing dec- 
 ade is witnessing an approach to the fulfillment 
 of the scriptural promise: "For evildoers shall be 
 cut off: but those that wait upon the Lord, they 
 shall inherit the earth." It is difficult for the 
 author to differentiate between a gloomy pes- 
 simism and an absolute distrust in the God of the 
 ages, and so he is quite impatient with those 
 undoubtedly devout people who have become 
 obsessed with a depressing outlook upon people, 
 things, and events. 
 
 The daybreak of every morning is our daily 
 lesson in a sensible optimism. 
 
 "Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day 
 Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops." 
 
 The Author. 
 Los Angeles, California, August, 1919. 
 
I 
 
 THE REBIRTH OF LIBERTY 
 
A soldier boy in France writing home to his 
 friends in Los Angeles, under date of November 
 13, 1918, says: 
 
 "Dear Folks: My eyes have seen the birth of a new world, 
 and I am still dazed with the awe of it. I am glad that I have 
 been permitted to contribute my humble part in bringing it 
 about. 
 
 "It seemed as I awoke on the morning of the 11th that hell 
 itself had broken its bounds and invaded this land. Used as 
 I had become to the noise of battle, still the pandemonium of 
 that morning seemed terrific as the big guns hurled forth their 
 charges of death and destruction with ceaseless roar, as the 
 giant shells passed screaming overhead and burst with thun- 
 dering crashes, and as the many fleets of airplanes with un- 
 muffled engines circled about before heading for enemy terri- 
 tory. The air we breathed seemed to be charged with a sense 
 of impending events — but what? 
 
 "Suddenly, with an abruptness far more startling than seems 
 possible, all noise ceased. The terrible guns became mute, the 
 screaming shells flew no more nor burst with their terrific thun- 
 dering. Everything became hushed and still, and nature her- 
 self stopped breathing and seemed to say 'What next?' But 
 soon came stealing up the valley the sound of a church bell, 
 then another, and another, till from all directions came the 
 sweet tones of church bells that had been silent as the grave 
 for four long years. Such a heaven-born sweetness I have 
 never heard before, and its effects upon me as I stood there 
 with bared head seemed to touch the bottommost depths of 
 my soul. 'Peace on earth, good will to men,' I muttered, in- 
 stinctively. Truly, I must be viewing the birth of a new world." 
 
CHAPTER I 
 THE REBIRTH OF LIBERTY 
 
 The eleventh day of the eleventh month of the 
 year 1918 will go down into the years as the 
 greatest day in the history of humanity. 
 
 There is only one other day which transcends it 
 in sacredness and that was the day when a manger 
 in Bethlehem became the cradle of a new-born 
 King and the angels from heaven sang, "Peace on 
 earth, good will to men." That momentous hour 
 was the incarnation of human liberty; an angel 
 announced it and a celestial chorus, an innumera- 
 ble throng of heavenly beings, made glad the 
 advent morning. 
 
 November 11, 1918, is the day when the pur- 
 poses of the birth of Christ reached their fullest 
 fruition. It was the day of liberty's enthrone- 
 ment. Might and force had been abjectly de- 
 feated, and the "illicit ambitions" of selfishness 
 had been forever rebuked, and once more meek- 
 ness and love and justice and righteousness have 
 been exalted. 
 
 Never was there such a day of jubilation and 
 joy. On the advent morning there were no fol- 
 lowers of the Incarnated Liberty to make the earth 
 echo with happy hallelujahs, and so the angels 
 furnished the swelling oratorios; but on Monday, 
 
 13 
 
14 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 November 11, 1918, a multitudinous host of 
 earthly lovers of liberty surged up and down the 
 streets and avenues of the cities and towns, and 
 along the lanes and highways of the countryside, 
 and rejoiced hilariously and thankfully. It was 
 the rebirth of liberty. It was another Christmas 
 day, and a mighty company of earth's happiest 
 souls made the world rejoice as it had never 
 before rung with the paeans and praises of right- 
 eousness triumphant. 
 
 It marked the end of the holiest war in all his- 
 tory, because the most sacred fundamental ideals 
 of humanity and of righteousness had been as- 
 sailed. An obsessed autocracy, like a mad bandit 
 and murderer, held up a peaceful and unsuspecting 
 world, and it ruthlessly and brutally trespassed 
 upon all the holiest possessions of the soul. The 
 law of the jungle was to replace the law of love, 
 and might was to be exalted above right, and a 
 savage Kultur above all Christian Culture. The 
 Ten Commandments were to be abrogated and 
 despised, and the Sermon on the Mount thrown 
 into the discard; and gentleness and meekness 
 and love and justice were all to be unpardonable 
 sins. All of this because a Junker militarism was 
 intoxicated with a frenzy for world domination. 
 
 And how nearly these human demons came to 
 realizing their diabolical designs almost makes our 
 heart stand still as we remember that a hundred 
 days before the savage Huns were for the second 
 time within forty miles of Paris and a few furlongs 
 
THE REBIRTH OF LIBERTY 15 
 
 of the Channel; but a God in heaven and a mighty 
 host of invincible chevaliers on earth stood firm 
 for liberty, and to-day the most disgraced and 
 insufferable personality in history is William 
 Hohenzollern, the erstwhile Kaiser and chief of- 
 fender of the predatory Potsdam gang. 
 
 As we get farther and farther away from the 
 bloody Berlin world-hold-up, the longer perspec- 
 tive will help us to a clearer understanding of the 
 real causes of the war. More and more shall we 
 find that truth and civilization were hanging in 
 the balance, and that the enemies of mankind saw 
 plainly that military domination could not be 
 secured without the utter humiliation and de- 
 struction of Christianity. 
 
 We are beginning now to see why womanhood 
 was dishonored and childhood was despised, and 
 churches and costly cathedrals were destroyed. 
 Plainly it was because Christianity glorified 
 motherhood and sanctified childhood, and taught 
 that love is the greatest thing in the world, and 
 that a little child shall lead them; all of these 
 sacred ideals were enshrined in the coming of a 
 Bethlehem Baby on the first Christmas morning. 
 
 German materialism was very much irritated at 
 such weak sentimentalism, and, cooperating with 
 a mad militarism armed to the teeth, it purposed 
 to invalidate all of the teachings of the lowly 
 Nazarene by literally wiping Christianity, its 
 Christ, and its Christmas from the earth; and 
 thus demonstrating not that love but that hate is 
 
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 the greatest thing in the world, not that the meek 
 but the mighty shall inherit the earth, and not 
 that a little child but that a proud, arrogant, 
 defiant, modern Attila with uncontrolled instincts 
 of cruelty, should seize the crown from the Beth- 
 lehem mother and the scepter from her manger 
 Child! But "who was this uncircumcised Philis- 
 tine, that he should defy the armies of the living 
 God?" Only another haughty garrulous Goliath, 
 who was at length shorn of his power, so soon as 
 the spirit of righteousness and truth and justice 
 became aroused and organized. 
 
 Is it not a tragic irony of fate that the same 
 people who gave us all of the tender and exquisite 
 legends of old Santa Claus, should also send out 
 into the world the most Satanic influence, which, 
 in order to establish itself, must betray all the 
 romantic traditions of the Christmastide? 
 
 Among the psychological and moral causes of 
 the world war there is the conspicuous one that 
 for many decades a destructive criticism, which 
 was aimed at the very soul of Christianity, had 
 been propagated by certain German scholars. 
 Materialism and militarism were the other two 
 partners in this malevolent triumvirate. Professor 
 Cram, in his book, Germany and England, pub- 
 lished before the war, says frankly that the 
 destruction of Christianity itself was one of the 
 ignoble purposes of German scholars. He proph- 
 esied the founding of a great world empire under 
 the masterful domination of Germany, and de- 
 
THE REBIRTH OF LIBERTY 17 
 
 clared that "Germany is also preparing to create 
 a world religion." 
 
 The arrogancy of the Kaiser and Von Hinden- 
 burg was equaled by the haughty superiority of 
 the defiant scholars and materialists of Germany. 
 There were other bandits besides those who car- 
 ried swords. Never before was there such a dia- 
 bolical conspiracy against Christian ideals and the 
 welfare of mankind. The university, and even 
 the church, joined in the crusade. Nothing was 
 to be left of British and French and American 
 ideals — the whole vast world was to be com- 
 pletely Germanized. 
 
 It was bad psychology, it was bad militarism, 
 and it was bad morals when the Kaiser led his 
 fierce assault upon the Christ-child and his mother. 
 No man of intelligence or supposed Christian cul- 
 ture ever hurled such a bitter defiance in the 
 face of high heaven as did Kaiser William when 
 he started out to drive the Christmas Child out 
 of the affections and loyalty of a Christian age. 
 He was so obsessed with his dream of world power 
 that he lost his judgment. 
 
 Some faltering folk in these tragic, uneasy, after- 
 the-war days have feared for the security of the 
 Christian's belief in God. It is well known that 
 among the pagans it is a custom to destroy fa- 
 vorite idols for not preventing calamity. And so 
 to-day there are some people who are talking about 
 a "new idea" of God, by which they mean, of 
 course, a new God, as if God could be made by men. 
 
18 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 But it is to be observed that no person who 
 has been earnestly devoted to his faith is raising 
 any doubtful question at this time; it is only 
 people like Mr. H. G. Wells, who acknowledge 
 that religion has been given a very small place 
 in their lives, but, having experienced a change 
 of heart on account of the tragical exigencies of 
 those fearful war times, are not only seeking, 
 after long indifference, the shelter of holy altars, 
 but with startling audacity they arrogate to them- 
 selves the right to reconstruct the theology of 
 those who, even in the trying ordeals of the world 
 crisis, never for a moment faltered in their faith 
 in the God of Elijah and of Paul. 
 
 People are very little interested in a new God, 
 another Christ. A few years ago a retired college 
 president, with astounding arrogance, announced 
 a new religion, which was nothing less than a 
 recrudescense of Arianism, intermingled with some 
 old, moldy, and abandoned mummies from the 
 sarcophagi of former ages. 
 
 The statement of this former leader in the 
 thought of his generation produced merely a 
 seven days' wonder. Who now cares anything 
 about it? It has gone to the scrap-heap, where it 
 will find good company and undisturbed oblivion 
 with the literary vanities of the past. While 
 multitudes read Mr. Wells's Mr. Britling Sees It 
 Through with great profit, who cares anything 
 about his more recent books on his "new religion"? 
 
 No man leaves much of a legacy to humanity 
 
THE REBIRTH OF LIBERTY 19 
 
 who spends his time trying to patch up God, and 
 creating little deities of his own, and who is always 
 wondering what the world would have missed if 
 he had not come to instruct it. An old lady, 
 thinking to compliment her minister, said, "We 
 never knew what sin was till you came among 
 us." 
 
 Dr. Eliot's pragmatic pantheism died in early 
 infancy because it was utterly inadequate for all 
 moral and spiritual emergencies; it had no carry- 
 ing quality, no momentum, no destination! It 
 had no pardon for sin, and no hereafter. An 
 emasculated Christianity is no Christianity. Men 
 will not tolerate a religion to-day that leaves 
 Christ out — the supernatural Christ — the Son of 
 God — the Son of man. And Mr. Wells is in the 
 same predicament. 
 
 A clever liberal preacher in this country gave 
 up his pulpit, because he said: "You cannot save 
 people's souls by preaching moral essays to them. 
 Saving souls may be nonsense, but these earth 
 children seem to hunger for some such thing as 
 that, for something that has a scheme of sacrifice 
 and redemption in it, that lies beyond and behind 
 the sky, where is a Person who is more than man." 
 And he resigned his pulpit. 
 
 The world does not want a Christ who cannot 
 save unto the uttermost. Men will not long wor- 
 ship a God which they have made with their 
 own hands; and a man seeking for truth will not 
 submit to the leadership of anyone who cannot 
 
20 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 guide to divine levels. A merely human Christ 
 cannot redeem the world, will not satisfy the 
 soul, nor solve the mysteries. 
 
 The world will never outgrow Christ, because 
 he came to heal the world's wounds, and assuage 
 the world's sorrows, and solve the world's mys- 
 teries, and stop the world's wars, and forgive the 
 world's sins, and to point the world to an eternal 
 paradise, and to be a friend to a lonely and tired 
 and forsaken humanity. 
 
 A soldier 1 tells that at the battle of Lens they 
 fought until they were nearly exhausted. He says 
 that in one day his command repulsed four 
 counter-attacks by the enemy. They kept it up 
 four days and nights, working, watching, fighting, 
 with only a few moments of sleep snatched now 
 and then. When at last they were relieved and 
 at midnight started back to their billets eight 
 miles in the rear, many of the men dropped out, 
 one by one, from sheer fatigue. The others 
 plodded on. He says: 
 
 "We had gone back quite a long way when 
 those of us who were still trudging ahead heard 
 the sound of the bagpipes — faint at first, but 
 growing nearer all the time. And they were 
 playing, 'The Campbells are Coming!' Instinc- 
 tively we straightened our weary backs, held our 
 heads higher, and began to march — not to plod. 
 It was the brigade pipers; and when they met us 
 they wheeled about and played us in, the bag- 
 
 1 Lieutenant Ernest G. Odell in the American Magazine. 
 
THE REBIRTH OF LIBERTY 21 
 
 pipes shrilling 'The Campbells are Coming', and 
 'Cock o' the North/ and airs like that." 
 
 Then the pipers went back to pick up the 
 stragglers, and they played them in too. Over 
 and over again they did this, bringing the men 
 by twos and threes, and even one man at a time. 
 It was daybreak before the last tired soldier was 
 brought back. 
 
 In these fierce and fatiguing battles of life it is 
 the music of the old faith and the old truths that 
 will buoy our flagging feet. We must keep up the 
 old cheery music of Moses and the Lamb until 
 we have played and sung a tired and wounded 
 humanity safe home — home to the old fireside of 
 love— home to the Father heart. A "new God" 
 may satisfy foolish philosophers who do not 
 acknowledge the need of any God, but a humanity 
 that is battling for the freedom of the world, and 
 is worn out and wounded, will be satisfied with 
 nothing short of the 
 
 "Faith of our Fathers! living still 
 
 In spite of dungeon, fire, and sword." 
 
 This great world crisis is the apotheosis of 
 Christianity. The world war was not precipitated 
 because of the failure of Christianity, but because 
 of the triumphs of Christianity. The temptation 
 of Jesus by Satan was not because Christ had 
 faltered, but because he was on the threshold of 
 mighty achievements. The crucifixion of Jesus 
 was not because he had utterly failed in his three 
 
22 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 years of earthly ministry, but because of his 
 transcendent triumphs. 
 
 Kaiserism was an evil born out of due time. It 
 sought to prevent the steady growth of freedom 
 and democracy. When the Satan of a selfish and 
 cruel autocracy saw that a government of and by 
 and for the people was rapidly spreading over the 
 world, and that imperialism would be doomed un- 
 less this onward march could be peremptorily 
 stopped, the Kaiser and his conspirators designed, 
 and precipitated, and carried on the fiercest, most 
 terrible war of the ages. If they had succeeded 
 in their base schemes, then pessimistic saints and 
 carping critics might have cried out in either 
 dismay or triumph that Christianity is a failure. 
 And if Christianity had not been able to arouse 
 and array itself against this modern diabolism, it 
 would have registered a defeat, and might have 
 been pronounced a failure; but just as Christianity 
 was not a failure in the beginning because "Get 
 thee behind me, Satan!" quickly disposed of the 
 foul tempter, so once more "Get thee behind me, 
 Satan," defeated the arch enemy of God and of 
 humanity, and compelled the defiant Beast of 
 Berlin to ask for peace terms. 
 
 That Christianity had vitality and wisdom and 
 courage and force and stratagem and faith suffi- 
 cient to meet this frightful assault upon its ideals 
 and its institutions indicates the glory, the di- 
 vinity, the permanency, the virility, and the holy 
 origin of the good tidings which Jesus lived and 
 
THE REBIRTH OF LIBERTY 23 
 
 died and rose again to establish among men on 
 everlasting foundations. 
 
 The overthrow of the Kaiser is Christ's great 
 victory over the powers of death and darkness, 
 and we have already entered upon a new and 
 brighter day. The final overthrow of all the 
 forces of evil, and the dawn of the holy millen- 
 nium, will be hastened hundreds of years because 
 of the victories now being achieved for justice 
 and freedom and righteousness. 
 
 To-day, as never before, Christ's is the name 
 above every name, and the triumphs of the hour 
 are the glorious transfiguration of Christ and his 
 gospel of good will and sacrifice. 
 
 A Jewish rabbi invidiously declared the other 
 day that in the future events would be measured 
 not by A. D. and B. C. but by "Before and after 
 the Great War," and that 1914 in the reconstructed 
 calendar would be the Year I. 
 
 It would be well for this apostle of modern 
 Judaism to reread his Gamaliel and listen once 
 more to the old Jewish scholar as he says: "If this 
 counsel or this work be of men, it will come to 
 nought; but if it be of God, ye cannot overthrow 
 it." 
 
 Instead of relegating to oblivion the "Year of 
 our Lord" and "Before Christ" this great vic- 
 torious war for the freedom of humanity will 
 more than ever accentuate the birth year of the 
 Christ of Bethlehem. 
 
 Never was Christ so regnant in the heart of 
 
24 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 humanity, and never has any year been more 
 characteristically a year of our Lord than the 
 year when a savage and brutal military autocracy 
 received its death blow. 
 
 I would not claim for myself that I am a con- 
 noisseur, but I am quite bold enough to assert 
 that I saw an extraordinarily masterful Pygmalion 
 in an art store in an Eastern city the other day. 
 It was by an English painter and had just arrived 
 from London. In the dim background of the 
 canvas was the artist's conception molded in the 
 clay as is the wont of sculptors. In the foreground 
 was the sculptor's perfect ideal carved out of 
 purest marble, an exquisite masterpiece of fault- 
 less design and proportions. Long and hard had 
 been the happy labors of the tireless sculptor to 
 compel the marble to surrender its secret and 
 realize to him his most perfect dream. It is now a 
 complete and brilliant apotheosis of the divinely 
 beautiful female form. 
 
 But as Pygmalion has patiently toiled upon his 
 masterpiece he has fallen passionately in love with 
 this marble creation of his own soul; and the 
 ingenious artist represents him as on his knees 
 with his head bowed and his hands clinging to the 
 feet of the statue in earnest supplication to his 
 favorite god to endow his statue with life. As he 
 continues his prayer with importuning tenacity, the 
 figure is represented as coming gradually to life 
 as one hand is stretched upward and the soft pink 
 tint of real life creeps into the matchless form. 
 
THE REBIRTH OF LIBERTY 25 
 
 The further story, not seen of course in the 
 painting, is that with rapturous joy the sculptor 
 embraces Galatea as a perfect gift from heaven, 
 and she becomes his loving wife and the devoted 
 mother of his children. 
 
 This noble classic of legendary lore comes to us 
 with the exquisite suggestion that we may labor 
 with such noble devotion for the perfection of our 
 holy ideals that by and by they may become a 
 vitalized reality and find faithful exemplification 
 in our own humble lives, the source of our su- 
 premest joys and the inspiration of our most 
 self-sacrificing service to God and humanity. 
 
 Christ is our perfect ideal. When the rich 
 young ruler came and asked for an ideal, Jesus 
 told him to give all he had to the poor and come 
 and follow him. The young man was not willing 
 — he considered the sacrifice too great. Unselfish 
 ministry to humanity about us is the holiest 
 earthly ideal and opens at last the gates of ever- 
 lasting glory. If we should endeavor to achieve 
 such an ideal, there would be another coming of 
 Christ to our home, our church, our country, and 
 our world; and when Christ shall thus come in 
 humble human lives like our own, then all wars 
 and woes will cease, and the peace which passeth 
 all understanding shall bless humanity, and lib- 
 erty born and reborn shall reach its full fruition 
 in the joyous New Day whose sun shall never 
 set. 
 
II 
 
 TIME A JUST RETRIBUTOR 
 
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; 
 
 He is tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are 
 
 stored; 
 He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword; 
 His truth is marching on. — Julia Ward Howe. 
 
 Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceed- 
 ing small. — Frederich von Logaw. 
 
 Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein. — Bible Proverb* 
 
CHAPTER II 
 TIME A JUST RETRIBUTOR 
 
 There is a statement in the Bible, no less 
 startling because it is most familiar, which, with 
 notable directness, declares: "Be not deceived; 
 God is not mocked : for whatsoever a man soweth, 
 that shall he also reap." Whether we consider 
 this declaration from a biological, psychological, 
 civil, military, ethical, or religious point of view, 
 it is so uniformly true that it may be accepted as 
 an axiom from which there is no deviation. 
 
 It is one of those laws in the natural world 
 which have very illuminating analogy in the spirit- 
 ual world. "Do men gather grapes of thorns, or 
 figs of thistles?" Even the most sanguine op- 
 timist in the marvelous orchards and fields of 
 nature would not be foolish enough to expect to 
 find grapes and figs among thorns and thistles, 
 and yet why are there tragic illustrations of the 
 folly about us continually of persons who are 
 otherwise fairly wise concerning the habits of 
 shrub and tree life who in their moral habits 
 behave as if it were absolutely certain that 
 thorns and thistles would produce grapes and 
 figs? 
 
 The Creator maintains the order of the universe 
 by certain immutable laws of equilibrium and 
 
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30 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 compensation. If a person might sometimes sow 
 thistles and reap grapes, it would be likewise just 
 as possible that he might sometimes sow grapes 
 and reap thistles. There would be great con- 
 fusion in all of nature's activities if some condi- 
 tions were not inexorably fixed. 
 
 If a horticulturist would be considered an idiot 
 as he sought for figs among thistles, why is his 
 idiocy any less pronounced when he expects to 
 gather the fruits of a well-spent life from years 
 of the sowing of wild oats? 
 
 By every possible object lesson God seeks to 
 prepare man for the consequences of his evil 
 deeds. It was true in all the long centuries before 
 Paul wrote it in his letter to his friends in Galatia, 
 and it has been an unwavering principle present 
 in the experiences of mankind throughout all the 
 succeeding years. 
 
 The critical events of the last five years are an 
 added attestation. "It is a long lane which does 
 not have any turning." The military program of 
 an arrogant autocracy has been marked by crim- 
 inal conquest ever since the Hohenzollern dynasty 
 was established in the swamps of Prussia four 
 centuries ago. Except for the rebuke with which 
 Napoleon for a time retarded the progress of 
 those European highwaymen, the haughty mon- 
 ster, with a mania for territorial aggrandizement 
 and world domination, has increased in power, 
 wealth, pride, and defiance. But the lane found 
 its long-delayed turning on the eleventh day of 
 
TIME A JUST RETRIBUTOR 31 
 
 the eleventh month of the year of our Lord 1918 
 — and "God is not mocked." 
 
 The word "retribution" is not in the Bible, but 
 the familiar word "punishment" is often found. 
 Again and again we are told that "the wages of 
 sin is death," and that "the wicked shall be turned 
 into hell and all the nations that forget God." 
 Again and again God says, "I will punish," and 
 Jesus even said of those who would not treat their 
 fellows with consideration and kindness that they 
 should go away into "everlasting punishment." 
 
 The ancients in their mythology deified Nemesis 
 as a goddess of divine retribution. And every- 
 where in ancient, mediaeval, and modern times 
 retribution is written upon the records of those 
 who attempted to mock God and sought to de- 
 ceive him; and soon discovered that "they that 
 sow to the flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption." 
 
 "Retribution" is not a beautiful word, but it 
 should not be omitted from our familiar vo- 
 cabulary. The recent years have written a new 
 and tragic meaning into it. 
 
 It is now quite reliably authenticated that the 
 easy overthrow of Russia by Germany can be 
 attributed to the clandestine cooperation of the 
 Czarina, who was a German princess, a cousin of 
 the Kaiser, and a partisan of the Central Powers. 
 There seems to have been continual communica- 
 tion between the Russian court and the German 
 military command, and there is conclusive evi- 
 dence that the Russian people were betrayed into 
 
32 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 the hands of the enemy by the members of the 
 royal household. Through her conspiracies and 
 treacheries the Czarina effected the ruin of Russia, 
 her adopted country, and the defeat of the armies 
 and the collapse of the entire political structure. 
 But how quickly did dire disaster and retribu- 
 tion come! Soon her entire family was driven 
 into distress and exile, the husband and son 
 killed. 
 
 The whole story is most pitiful and startling, 
 and is a classic instance of swift retribution. 
 
 Never was a more palpable and heinous crime 
 committed against another nation and against 
 civilization than when the unconscionable Bis- 
 marck forged a telegram in order to furnish a pre- 
 text for a war against France back in 1870. There 
 were exhaustless mineral stores in the provinces 
 of France which bounded Germany on the west, 
 toward which she had looked enviously for years, 
 and the iron and coal there found in abundance 
 would be needed by the predatory Prussians, as 
 they were already planning world domination, 
 and "the man of blood and iron" was determined 
 to possess them. Germany had no lofty ideal for 
 which to fight. She built up her military machine 
 to a point which made the French army despicable, 
 and the Franco-Prussian war was nothing but a 
 villainous holdup. Among all the crimes to the 
 credit of the Hohenzollerns none surpassed the 
 cold-blooded intent which resulted in the easy 
 conquest of Napoleon III and the surrender of 
 
TIME A JUST RETRIBUTOR 33 
 
 France at Sedan September 1, more than forty 
 years ago. Out of that ignoble victory Bismarck 
 was able to consolidate all of the smaller states 
 into a formidable organization, and the king of 
 Prussia, William I, became the emperor of the 
 new German empire. 
 
 It was a colossal wrong; and France, proud and 
 noble, suffered the greatest humiliation in her 
 history. Marshal MacMahon's defense was val- 
 iant and brilliant, but he was compelled after a 
 bitter fight, which cost the Germans a big price 
 in dead and wounded, to surrender more than 
 eighty thousand heroic French troops; and, beside 
 all the cruel devastations of war, Germany seized 
 Alsace and Lorraine and compelled France to 
 pay an indemnity of two billions of dollars; and 
 the Prussians added to their infamous record of 
 robbery and murder. 
 
 France never forgot nor forgave this crime 
 against her dignity and her liberties, and an ad- 
 vancing civilization never forgave nor forgot it. 
 But the Prussians, knowing that Germany needed 
 another large indemnity to prosecute wars of ag- 
 gression, determined that the first day of August, 
 1914, was the time to put Bismarck's declaration 
 into demonstration, and went forth to "bleed 
 France white." 
 
 But France was better prepared this time for 
 the Berlin bandits; and France had many friends; 
 and France was ready to fight for her homes and 
 her sacred altars; and France was reenforced and 
 
34 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 inspired by righteous ideals; and France had the 
 word of God; and France believed in the inexorable 
 law of retribution administered by a righteous 
 God; and so once again, after four years of the 
 bloodiest war of the ages, the armies of France 
 met the German bandits at Sedan — yea, at Sedan. 
 Never has there been a more forceful application 
 of the law of retribution which follows the steps 
 of the sinner against God and humanity than that 
 these belligerent nations should meet once again 
 at Sedan. It was a pity that the Iron Duke 
 could not have been there to feel the scorpion 
 lashes of his own fatal Nemesis, but another man 
 was there who in his early youth had been un- 
 speakably humbled at the first battle of Sedan. 
 One man was there who in his ardent young 
 manhood felt the sting and dishonor of defeat 
 and surrender, and for nearly fifty years has 
 believed that God's laws of justice would some 
 day be vindicated — yes, he was there — General 
 Foch was there, guiding with unerring purpose 
 and masterful strategy. The divine law of retri- 
 bution was operating there also, and the second 
 Sedan wiped out the infamy of the first Sedan, 
 and not only visited upon Germany ignominious 
 defeat and disaster, but a righteous God then and 
 there gave the Potsdam highwaymen their death- 
 blow and sent the Hohenzollern dynasty reeling 
 into shameful discard. Yes, it is a long lane 
 which has no turning. Every infraction of law 
 and every offense against God and humanity has 
 
TIME A JUST RETRIBUTOR 35 
 
 to be atoned for and made right. The reaping 
 follows the sowing — "God is not mocked." 
 
 The law of retribution is founded as much in 
 infinite love as in infinite justice. If there were no 
 penalties attached to wrongdoing, soon the evil- 
 doers would fill the whole earth, and the world 
 would become the abode of degenerates and 
 devils. But God administers a law which also 
 places a holy premium on purity, and meekness, 
 and justice, and love. God's code of morals con- 
 tains the straightforward announcement: "Evil- 
 doers shall be cut off. . . . For yet a little while, 
 and the wicked shall not be: yea, thou shalt 
 diligently consider his place, and it shall not be. 
 But the meek shall inherit the earth; and shall 
 delight themselves in the abundance of peace." 
 
 The Holy Scriptures are very familiar with the 
 beautiful words "recompense" and "reward," for 
 just as misfortune inevitably results from the 
 sowing of wild oats and wicked deeds, so do the 
 fine fruitions of fife come from the faithful sowing 
 of good seed. It is a comfort to know that there 
 is a benign law, which is beneficently inexorable 
 in its fulfillment, that if a man sows good seed, 
 he will not find a harvest of tares. The prizes of 
 life come to those who have patiently planted the 
 good seed. 
 
 It is a continuous mystery and miracle how a 
 tiny seed placed in the ground will come forth 
 later as a flower, or a fruit, or a tree. How bound- 
 lessly resourceful was the mighty Creator who 
 
36 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 could endow a handful of homely dirt and deposit 
 a microscopic secret in an unseemly grain of 
 wheat or corn, and, each responding to the other, 
 produce a food for man which could be mys- 
 teriously transmuted into intellect, and will, and 
 love — all of this because like produces like. 
 
 That is a quaint Bible phrase "the recompense 
 of reward," and nowhere is it so expressive and 
 impressive as when the writer of the Hebrews 
 says of Moses that he "refused to be called the 
 son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to 
 suffer affliction with the people of God, than to 
 enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season; esteeming 
 the reproach of Christ greater riches than the 
 treasures of Egypt; for he had respect unto the 
 recompense of reward." 
 
 Moses chose to sow the good seed of fidelity 
 to his God rather than to sow the seed of "the 
 pleasures of sin for a season," for he knew what 
 the harvest would be. the game of life is too 
 soon over to make a crucial blunder in the spring- 
 time of life when the seed is sown. 
 
 All of us have lived long enough to see 
 what bitter apples of Sodom are gathered from 
 bad seed. We have likewise lived long enough 
 to see how those useful people live to a venerable 
 and happy old age who honor the law of the good 
 seed and the law of inevitable growth. There is 
 more good seed in the world than bad — the har- 
 vests of recompense and reward are greater than 
 the harvests of punishment and retribution. Evil- 
 
TIME A JUST RETRIBUTOR 37 
 
 doers are soon cut off, and their names and 
 places are hard to find, but the meek shall inherit 
 the earth. 
 
 An impending hour of retribution awaits any 
 man and any set of men who attempt to fight 
 against God, and who endeavor to reverse the 
 verdicts of history and justice. There are right- 
 eous judgments that must in the end prevail. 
 Forty-eight years ago, when the German empire 
 was organized, Bismarck, the champion of the 
 doctrine of might, was a rank materialist. The 
 professors who were suborned by the government 
 boldly announced that Germany would present a 
 new religion to the world, and that Christianity, 
 weak and sentimental, with its devotion to the 
 doctrines of right and brotherly love, must be 
 destroyed. 
 
 It is a pretty big undertaking for a little man to 
 try to blow out the light of the sun, or to dig a hole 
 in which to bury Mont Blanc, or to stop a Niagara 
 with the palm of his hand, or to bale out an ocean 
 with his tin dipper; but any of these was a more 
 possible undertaking than that a group of arro- 
 gant materialists could stop the progress of truth 
 and righteousness. There are some things that 
 are as fundamental as is gravity to nature, but 
 nothing more so than is the reach of the human 
 soul after God — the filial love of the human soul 
 for the infinite heavenly Father. Atheism is the 
 absurdest thing in the universe, and it is utterly 
 repugnant and foreign to a normal soul. The arch 
 
38 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 prophet of the Bismarckian era of rationalism was 
 Frederick Nietzsche, who went crazy trying to 
 press God out of his universe. All his writings 
 are like the rantings of an erratic brain in a mad- 
 house. There is not a scintilla of the spiritual in all 
 the utterances of his philosophy. 
 
 I have forgotten which one of the ancient 
 philosophers it was who said that there- was never 
 a city founded without faith in God. It was the 
 fantastic vanity of the Potsdam premier that with 
 the well-organized shock troops of Prussianism it 
 would be easy to drive the Almighty from his 
 throne and give the scepter to some Hohenzollern 
 highwayman. 
 
 The German empire was the shortest-lived em- 
 pire in all the history of the carnal ambitions of 
 man. The Berlin bandits could steal provinces 
 from Denmark and France, and could subjugate 
 an emasculated Austria, but right and truth rule 
 conjointly over an imperishable Kingdom, and 
 it took just forty-eight short but tragic years 
 to utterly stultify the purposes of Prussianism 
 and invalidate the haughty presumption of Kaiser- 
 ism: "I have the right to do what I have the 
 might to do." 
 
 Bismarck failed — he was doomed to fail. Icarus 
 could not explore the sun because his wings were 
 of wax. Bismarck could not overthrow the right 
 because might has no poisoned arrows that will 
 reach up to the habitations of God. The Ger- 
 mans have always been poor psychologists. Ar- 
 
TIME A JUST RETRIBUTOR 39 
 
 mies, and navies, and intrigue, and duplicity are 
 strong, but spiritual things are invincible. 
 
 By all the laws of might and excess of power 
 Prussianism ought to have succeeded, but Bis- 
 marck, and Von Moltke, and Kaiser Wilhelm did 
 not reckon on God. With "Gott mit uns" on 
 their belt buckles and the devil of devils in their 
 hearts they quickly collapsed when they met 
 the hosts of the true God on the banks of the 
 sacred Marne; and, to-day, the awful nightmare 
 is ended, and "Ichabod" is written across the 
 palaces of Junkerism, for all glory is departed 
 from a perfidious Prussianism, which, having been 
 weighed in the balances, was found wanting. 
 
 Yesterday the Kaiser was surrounded by opu- 
 lence and power, with all of middle Europe in 
 his grasp and with dreams of world domination; 
 the most imposing military figure on the globe, 
 with courtiers and soldiers to do his bidding; 
 with his coffers full of gold and with his guns and 
 Zeppelins cruelly terrifying Paris and London — 
 only yesterday. 
 
 To-day, he is a fugitive. His dynasty, which 
 has stood for four hundred years, is in ruins. An 
 outraged world, with holy vengeance, is demanding 
 his trial. He is an outlaw who must expiate his 
 crimes, for justice will not be cheated. 
 
Ill 
 
 THE NEW MANHOOD 
 
A fine story is told of a Britisher who found his soul. Dur- 
 ing a fierce engagement a German officer had become impaled 
 on a savage barbed- wire fence and he was writhing in anguish. 
 The guns were doing terrible work, but the suffering man was 
 untouched and was crying out in agony. A young British 
 officer saw the tragic spectacle, and when he could stand it no 
 longer, he leaped over the top, and, in a storm of shrapnel and 
 shell, he released the tortured man, and lifting him on his shoul- 
 ders, he carried him toward the German trench. Suddenly, in 
 response to this supreme act of kindness and heroism, the firing 
 ceased, for both sides watched in amazement. It is further 
 related that the commander of the German trench came for- 
 ward, and, taking an Iron Cross from his own bosom, he pinned 
 it on the breast of the brave Britisher. 
 
 The British boy had found his own soul — it was the soul 
 of true chivalry — the soul of the Christ — the soul which will 
 make the recent war the last war in all the history of civilization. 
 
 "None could tell me where my soul might be, 
 I searched for God, but he eluded me. 
 \ I sought out my fellow-man 
 And found all three." 
 
CHAPTER m 
 THE NEW MANHOOD 
 
 One evening after I had had my supper in the 
 Hostess House at Camp Kearny I drew a chair 
 up to the crackling log fire and I found myself 
 beside a boy in khaki who was intently reading 
 a book. I was soon in conversation with him. 
 He was reading a well-written essay on Macbeth, 
 and I discovered that he had read many of the 
 Shakespearean dramas, and was refreshing his 
 memory by perusing this discussion of a brilliant 
 Shakespearean scholar. I told him that I thought 
 Hamlet would be a good study for the young sol- 
 diers; that men of action were needed to-day 
 like Fortinbras, who won the victory and seized 
 the throne; and that Hamlet, the king's son, was 
 a pathetic illustration of how men failed to attain 
 their purposes, because they never struck at the 
 right time, but hesitated and procrastinated until 
 they found themselves in ignominious defeat and 
 disgrace. He said he would give more attention 
 to*Hamlet. 
 
 He then said that before he entered the army 
 he was the only support of his mother, and that 
 he had been deprived of the best school advan- 
 tages, and that he was highly prizing the priv- 
 ileges which his leisure in the army was affording 
 
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44 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 him for reading. I found that he had carefully 
 read some of Victor Hugo's great works, and was 
 a great admirer of the brilliant French writer. 
 He could talk about Les Miserables and Jean 
 Valjean, of The Man Who Laughs, and of The 
 Toilers of the Sea. This young soldier was not 
 an exception, but he is typical of many a fine 
 young American who found his soul in the war. 
 
 A gentleman who was in the Y. M. C. A. work in 
 France says: "I have seen boys come out of battles 
 made new men. I have seen them go into the 
 line sixteen-year-old lads and come out of the 
 trenches men. I saw a lad who had gone through 
 the fighting in Belleau Woods. I talked with 
 him in the hospital at Paris. His face was terri- 
 bly wounded. He was ugly to look at, but when 
 I talked with him I found a soul as white as a 
 lily and as courageous as granite. 
 
 "I may look awful," he said, "but I'm a new 
 man inside. What I saw out there in the woods 
 made me different somehow. I saw a friend 
 stand by a machine gun with a whole platoon of 
 Germans sweeping down on him, and he never 
 flinched. He fired that old gun until every 
 bullet was gone and his gun was red-hot. I was 
 lying on the grass, where I could see it all. I 
 saw them bayonet him. He fought to the last 
 against fifty men; but, thank God, he died a 
 man; he died an American! I lay there and 
 cried to see them kill him; but every time I think 
 of that fellow it makes me want to be more of 
 
THE NEW MANHOOD 45 
 
 a man. When I get back home I'm going to 
 give up my life to some kind of Christian service. 
 I'm going to do it because I saw that man die 
 so bravely. If he can die like that, in spite of 
 my face I can live like a man." 1 
 
 Again this same writer says: "And so it is 
 all over France. As I have worked in some 
 twenty hospitals, from the first-aid dressing sta- 
 tions back through the evacuation hospitals to 
 the base hospitals, I have found that the reaction 
 of wounds and suffering is always a spiritual 
 reaction, and I know as no other thing that the 
 boys of America are to come back, wounded or 
 otherwise, a better crowd of men than when they 
 went away. They are men reborn." 
 
 The cross and its Christ were everywhere in 
 evidence in France. An American soldier recently 
 plucked a violet at the foot of a demolished way- 
 side cross, and then he wrote: 
 
 "I picked a violet in France, 
 Beloved of shade and dew. 
 I wish my idle hands had left 
 It smiling where it grew 
 
 "Beside a little wayside shrine 
 Demolished in the war 
 It steadfastly proclaimed its faith 
 That God would quite restore 
 
 "Each lovely work of his that man 
 In churlish wrath destroyed, 
 And that new loveliness would fill 
 Each aching, empty void. 
 
 »W. L. Stidger. 
 
46 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 "It was a little violet; 
 I held it in my hand 
 And marveled that its withering 
 Should make me understand." 1 
 
 German frightfulness destroyed many of the 
 crosses, but it thereby even more gloriously en- 
 throned the Christ. 
 
 And now comes the beautiful story of a San 
 Bernardino boy, who says that one day in France 
 he stepped into an old church to get a glimpse 
 of its classic beauty when a French officer of the 
 army entered, accompanied by a single orderly. 
 The officer knelt reverently and remained in 
 prayer for full three quarters of an hour. The 
 California boy marveled at the intensity of the 
 officer's devotion and followed him when he left 
 the church, only to learn that it was no other 
 than General Foch, the masterful strategist and 
 generalissimo of the Allied armies. 
 
 General Ferdinand Foch was born in a little 
 town in the Pyrenees, August 4, 1851. As a 
 child he was devotional and studious in his habits, 
 attending church and likewise school, and later 
 he was sent to the Polytechnic School where 
 French artillery officers are trained. At twenty- 
 three he was a captain of artillery and had al- 
 ready acquired considerable reputation as a 
 teacher of military tactics, and before many 
 years was regarded as one of the foremost author- 
 ities in military strategy. In those fatal days of 
 
 1 Victor C. Reese. 
 
THE NEW MANHOOD 47 
 
 August, 1914, he was the general in charge of the 
 Ninth Army Corps. In the early part of Sep- 
 tember, when the German hordes were rushing 
 on toward Paris, and the French were retreat- 
 ing in disorder, when the capital was being moved 
 to Bordeaux, and the fall of Paris seemed immi- 
 nent, Marshal Joffre, the commander-in-chief of 
 the army, determined that the savage Huns 
 should be stopped — and he organized his historic 
 defense at the Marne. To General Foch, with 
 his Ninth Army Corps, was assigned the gigantic 
 task of stemmimg the tide of the Prussian's 
 fiercest shock troops. Foch was crowded back 
 in spite of gallant resistance, until on Septem- 
 ber 9 the situation became most desperate, but 
 Foch remained serene and confident, and about 
 noon on that eventful day, with marvelous Chris- 
 tian fortitude, refusing to acknowledge defeat, 
 he sent his historic message to General Joffre: 
 "My right wing has been driven back; my left 
 wing is crushed; I shall attack with my center. 
 Situation is excellent." With the help of the 
 God of battles that daring attack saved the 
 day, and turned the First Battle of the Marne 
 from a dismal rout into one of the great decisive 
 battles not only of the war but of all history. 
 
 The Prussians discovered forces upon which 
 they had not reckoned and fell back, and finally 
 broke and fled, and General Foch vindicated the 
 teaching of his classroom that "a battle won is 
 a battle in which one will not admit oneself van- 
 
48 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 quished. A battle is lost which one believes to 
 be lost, for battles are not lost materially." 
 
 After the battle, when the Bishop of Cahors 
 went to congratulate and thank the masterful 
 soldier, General Foch reverently replied: "Mon- 
 seigneur, do not thank me, but Him to whom 
 victory alone belongs!" 
 
 On September 9, General Foch was able to 
 turn back the forces of Von Kluck, many of 
 whom were swallowed up in the dangerous quick- 
 sands of the Saint Gond marshes; and on that 
 September day the second diabolical Hun inva- 
 sion was rebuked, and the conflict goes down into 
 history as the Battle of the Marne. 
 
 It was after this same battle that a French 
 general, when asked how it was possible for the 
 French army to defeat the overwhelming Hun 
 hordes, answered: "Miracle! Miracle! Our line 
 of four Frenchmen deep broke through a Ger- 
 man line sixteen men deep. Le bon Dieu! Le 
 bonDieu!" ("The good God! The good God!") 
 
 Not since Garibaldi's stroke 
 Freed his land from the Austrian yoke, 
 And Italy after a thousand years 
 Walked in beauty among her peers; 
 Not since Nelson followed the star 
 Of freedom to triumph at Trafalgar 
 On the tossing floor of the Western seas; 
 No, not since Miltiades 
 Fronted the Persian hosts and won 
 Against the tyrant at Marathon, 
 Has a greater defender of liberty 
 Stood and struck for the cause than he, 
 
THE NEW MANHOOD 49 
 
 Whose right was weakened, whose left was thin, 
 Whose center was almost driven in, 
 But whose iron courage no fate could crush 
 Nor hinder. "I shall advance," said Foch. 1 
 
 A man who was a student in the classes of 
 General Foch a dozen years ago in the High War 
 School in France, when the noble soldier was 
 lecturing on strategy and the conduct of battles, 
 says that the chief characteristic of Foch is 
 "the strength of his soul." "He believes that 
 battles are won because of moral qualities," and 
 lost for want of them. "He is a devout man and 
 the son of pious parents. His life has been har- 
 monious in its calm studiousness, in its freedom 
 from intrigue, in its broad and lofty outlook." 
 Some time ago he wrote: "I approach the end 
 of my life with the conscience of a faithful servant 
 who reposes in the peace of the Lord. Faith in 
 life eternal, in a God of goodness and compas- 
 sion, has sustained me in the most trying hours. 
 Prayer has enlightened my way." Foch is a 
 man of God, a man of soul, a man of sympathy. 
 Neither Joshua nor Gideon was more a fighter 
 of God's battles. The greatest words of his mil- 
 itary creed are "duty" and "discipline." He 
 "has not only the qualities of head and heart 
 for command, but the sort of faith that moves 
 mountains, however blackly set in the clouds." 2 
 
 One wonders if a willingness to surrender one's 
 own life that others may live, and that great 
 
 1 Bliss Carman. s Atlantic Monthly, October, 1918. 
 
50 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 principles and ideals may not die, is not a short- 
 cut to finding one's own soul. 
 
 A soldier boy, who before the war was an in- 
 mate of a reformatory, to which he was sent 
 because he was an incorrigible truant and so bad 
 a boy that his parents had given him up in despair, 
 won a Victoria Cross for extraordinary bravery 
 in risking his own life to save the lives of his 
 comrades in France. There was a radical change 
 in the boy; he had actually become a new 
 character. 
 
 When General Cadorna was retreating to a 
 new and stronger position, his great Italian army 
 was saved through the heroic sacrifices of whole 
 regiments of Italian troops who defended the 
 mountain-top positions until they were entirely 
 exterminated. What an epic of true heroism 
 was written in those fearful war days! And how 
 many men found their souls in the fiery furnaces 
 of battle! 
 
 Some years ago a young man emigrated from 
 the Thames valley to Canada because he had by 
 his misdeeds utterly disgraced his father, who 
 was a distinguished physician. His family never 
 expected, never wished to hear from him again. 
 When the call came to Canada for troops this 
 young man joined the first contingent, determined 
 to show that he had sincerely repented, and was 
 anxious to make good. His regiment was soon 
 in the thick of the fight and was the first to be 
 exposed to the deadly gas attacks. The young 
 
THE NEW MANHOOD 51 
 
 man did noble work, and besides defending a 
 perilous position, he was able to save the lives 
 of several of his comrades; and then was severely 
 wounded, but not before he had won his "Dis- 
 tinguished Conduct Medal." When he was con- 
 valescent he was invalided home for a short 
 leave. When he reached his home he was not 
 expected, neither did his parents know anything 
 of his honor and his bravery, and they were 
 completely astonished when he appeared in his 
 Canadian khaki uniform with his medal pinned 
 upon his coat. The boy had come back — he had 
 found his soul, and with great pride his parents 
 walked by his side through the streets of the 
 town where he had once caused them shame. 
 
 God advances the affairs of the moral world 
 by a succession of divine impulses which respon- 
 sive men endeavor to fulfill in their lives. Every 
 epoch in history turns upon the soul of some 
 brave man. Momentum is the mass plus the 
 velocity. In the moral universe momentum is the 
 man — the mass, plus the God-purpose — the veloc- 
 ity. Men who respond to their high calls are 
 sustained by this momentum — they become the 
 product of that power, and are made strong by 
 it. Abraham submitted to it, and became the 
 father of the faithful; Moses was enabled "to 
 endure as seeing him who is invisible." Paul 
 cried out, "What wilt thou have me to do?" and 
 developed into the imperial apostle; Luther 
 aroused all Europe, and John Wesley claimed 
 
52 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 the world for his parish. The Puritans were 
 sustained by this divine force. They sailed from 
 Delft Haven one hundred and four in number, 
 fifty-eight of whom were graduates of Oxford and 
 Cambridge. During their first winter in New 
 England fifty died from disease and exposure, 
 but when, in the following spring, the Mayflower 
 sailed for Europe, not one of those dauntless 
 heroes availed himself of the opportunity to 
 return. 
 
 "What sought they thus afar? 
 Bright jewels of the mine, 
 The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? 
 They sought a faith's pure shrine." 
 
 The operation of this law of momentum in 
 the spiritual world justifies Tennyson's familiar 
 couplet, 
 
 "Yet I doubt not through the ages, one increasing purpose runs, 
 And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the 
 suns." 
 
 We hear much in these days of self-made men. 
 John Bright, when he heard that his political 
 rival, Disraeli, was making the personal claim 
 to be a self-made man, ironically remarked, 
 "Yes, he is a self-made man, and he worships 
 his creator." But there is a call to-day for faith- 
 made men. Men of faith are men of fiber. Said 
 Whittier, "When faith is lost the man is dead." 
 Men with faith in self, in their fellows, in their 
 God. Faith in self makes a man humble; faith 
 
THE NEW MANHOOD 53 
 
 in his fellows makes him sympathetic; faith in 
 God makes him a martyr. Wordsworth sings 
 
 "Of one in whom persuasion and belief 
 Had ripened into faith, and faith became 
 A passionate intuition." 
 
 Faith-made men are men of obedience and 
 courage. Courage is a moral quality, as is ob- 
 served in its Latin derivation. Courage to push 
 and be a man, and not wait for a pull and be a 
 manikin. Courage to give as well as to get; 
 to get in order to give. Courage to give up. 
 
 Faith-made men are God's prompt messengers. 
 Men who step out into the dark, over a brink if 
 it is necessary, and trust Almighty God to supply 
 a landing place for their feet. Such faith-made 
 men were Francis of Assisi, bearing about in his 
 body the marks of his Lord's sufferings; Gari- 
 baldi shouting to the patriots of Italy, "I will 
 return, I will return!" Benito Juarez, the little 
 Indian, the liberator of Mexico; and John Brown, 
 who replied to the messenger, "Tell the General 
 when he wants me to fight, to say so; no other 
 command shall I obey." If the dome of John 
 Brown's intellect had been as lofty as his heart 
 was deep, there would have been a prompter 
 issue of the principles which he espoused; he was 
 the John the Baptist of freedom. Wendell Phil- 
 lips heard the voice of God in the loving command 
 of his wife, "You must take up the cause of the 
 slave." Such a faith-made woman was Harriet 
 
54 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 Beecher Stowe, who persistently declared con- 
 cerning her epoch-making book, "God wrote it." 
 
 And such a faith-made man was Ulysses S. 
 Grant, with his shibboleth of "unconditional 
 surrender," hurrying with the speed and bril- 
 liancy of a comet from the victories of Vicksburg 
 to the surrender of Appomattox. What shall 
 be said of William McKinley, who, when the 
 final decision was to be made concerning the 
 Philippines, which had suddenly fallen into the 
 lap of this republic, said: "I walked the floor of 
 the White House night after night until mid- 
 night, and then went down on my knees and 
 asked God for light and guidance; and it came 
 to me that there was nothing left for us to do 
 but to take the Islands, educate the Filipinos, 
 and uplift and civilize and Christianize them, 
 and, by God's grace, do the best we could for 
 them." 
 
 There was a boy in the Naval Reserve who 
 was a stoker on a ship, and the boy's father is 
 at the head of one of the large bookstores in 
 New York city. The boy was anxious to go into 
 the army, but his eyes were bad, and so he en- 
 listed as a stoker, where good eyes were not needed. 
 And there he served his country in the hold of 
 a ship with no chance to fight back, but doing 
 his part to keep the ship moving; "with none to 
 see what is going on, and with every chance of 
 being drowned like a rat if the ship goes down." 
 He heard the call of God and duty. 
 
THE NEW MANHOOD 55 
 
 It was said by John Milton long since that 
 "Great souls are the white sheaves that this 
 world should wave back to the God of summer." 
 
 On a recent Sunday night after the church 
 service a soldier in khaki came forward to the 
 chancel. In my question box I had attempted 
 to answer the question "Which is the finest line 
 in the English language?" and this soldier said 
 to me, "What do you think of this as among 
 the best things that have been written?" — and 
 he quoted those rarely beautiful lines from 
 Tennyson's Locksley Hall, 
 
 "Love took up the harp of life, 
 
 And smote on all the chords with might, 
 Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, 
 Passed in music out of sight." 
 
 And I replied, "That is magnificent — most 
 beautiful. I ought to have quoted it as my 
 personal choice"; and there was a rare glow in 
 the eyes of that fine young officer as if in the 
 experiences of war he had already lost self out 
 of his own growing soul. 
 
 Men are looking to God in these moments of 
 world crisis as never before; and it was not by 
 any means an accident that a man trained in a 
 Christian home should be at the head of the 
 American forces in France; and that a son of 
 the manse should be the commander-in-chief of 
 the army and the honored President of the United 
 States; and that General Foch should be a devout 
 
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 Christian; and that Sir Douglas Haig should be 
 a man of unusual piety. Of General Haig it is 
 said that he never omitted attending divine service 
 at the front, and is like the lamented Gladstone 
 in his study of theology, reading the French and 
 German as readily as he does the English. Dur- 
 ing the darkest hours of the German drive, at 
 the close of a chaplain's service on Sunday morn- 
 ing, General Haig went forward and said to the 
 minister, "Remember, the battle is not ours 
 but God's." 
 
 During one of the battles in France a soldier 
 was found entangled in a German barbed-wire, 
 and when his comrades attempted to carry him, 
 after they had released him from his position of 
 jeopardy, it seemed that they would almost 
 pull him to pieces. He begged his rescuers to 
 put him out of misery, but Sergeant Rose threw 
 himself on the ground and made a human sledge 
 out of himself, and insisted that they should 
 lay the wounded man upon him — which was done. 
 They dragged these two men back over two 
 hundred yards of No Man's Land, through the 
 broken wire and over ground that was strewn 
 with broken shells. 
 
 They were all so anxious to get the wounded 
 man to a place of safety and treatment that 
 they forgot the man underneath. When they 
 reached the trenches they found that the brave 
 sergeant was nearly as badly off as his burden. 
 His hands and face and body were painfully 
 
THE NEW MANHOOD 57 
 
 torn, and he had suffered frightfully, but never 
 once had he said, "Go slow," or "Wait a bit." 
 As the late Captain Hugh Knyvett, the Anzac 
 scout, says, "Such is the stuff our men are made 
 of." 
 
 In the Methodist history of Central Ohio there 
 is a chapter which reads as if it might have been 
 taken bodily from the Acts of the Apostles. There 
 came to the town of Zanesville from then faraway 
 New England, a young man of fine presence and 
 excellent ability, who said that he was a min- 
 ister of the gospel. He was cordially received by 
 the people and made a remarkable stir as he was 
 invited to preach in the pulpits. But after a 
 few months he brought disgrace upon the churches 
 because of his association with the drinking and 
 dissipated men of the place, and it was then 
 learned that he had perpetrated what he declared 
 was a practical joke on the church people, for he 
 was not only not a Christian, but in the place 
 from which he came he had been a wild and 
 reckless young man and a ringleader among the 
 roughs about the town. 
 
 When the true character of the young man 
 was discovered he was of course ostracized by 
 those who had been the victims of his clever 
 but unprincipled imposition, and he became 
 very bitter against the church. He began the 
 practice of law, and soon became recognized as 
 one of the most brilliant men at the bar of Mus- 
 kingum County. Later he married a beautiful 
 
58 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 young woman, but his antipathy for the church 
 increased with his prosperity, until, at length a 
 baby came to his home, and the spirit of the 
 man was softened and sweetened as people 
 noticed his tender devotion to the baby and her 
 mother. But one day, just as the baby was learn- 
 ing to toddle out to meet him and call him 
 "Daddy," it sickened and died. The father's 
 heart was broken, and his life suddenly changed. 
 He publicly confessed his sins and begged the 
 forgiveness of the people of ' Zanesville, and be- 
 came a zealous member of the church. Later he 
 was received into the ministry of the Methodist 
 Church, and at the General Conference of 1844 he 
 was elected a bishop of the Methodist Episcopal 
 Church. He made a large place for himself in the 
 activities of the church, as a versatile writer and bril- 
 liant preacher and administrator, and was noted 
 for his holy and winsome character. He suffered 
 great bodily infirmities during the last years of 
 his life, and as he bade a final farewell to the 
 things and friends of earth, he exultingly cried, 
 "0 wondrous, wondrous, wondrous love!" and 
 Bishop Leonidas L. Hamline went up to God. 
 
 A new creature. A new creature in Christ 
 Jesus! Old things had passed away — truly all 
 things had become new! 
 
 That is the New Manhood. 
 
IV 
 THE NEW DUTY 
 
A man cannot choose his duties. — George Eliot. 
 
 The path of duty lies in what is near, and men seek for it in 
 what is remote; the work of duty lies in what is easy, and men 
 seek for it in what is difficult — Mencius. 
 
 Duty is a power which rises with us in the morning, and 
 goes to rest with us at night. It is coextensive with the action 
 of our intelligence. It is the shadow which cleaves to us, go 
 where we will, and which only leaves us when we leave the 
 light of life. — Gladstone. 
 
CHAPTER IV 
 THE NEW DUTY 
 
 In the New Day is there anything more val- 
 uable than life? So problematical, and versatile, 
 and profound, and simple, and adventurous, and 
 full of surprises is life — human life — that in our 
 thinking we come back to it if perchance we shall 
 be able to find out some of its many secrets and 
 solve some of its mysteries. 
 
 If we seek from others a definition of life, we 
 are more in the labyrinth than when we began, 
 for one will say that fife is a battle, another that 
 it is a bubble; one that it is a jest, another that 
 it is a cheat; one that it is a short summer, another 
 that it is like a winter's day; one that it is but 
 a span, another that it is only a walking shadow; 
 one that it is best when it is ended, another 
 when it is begun; one that it is a prickly thorn, 
 another that it is a summer rose; one that it is 
 sweet, another that it is bitter; one that it is a 
 horrid grind, another that it is a highway for 
 angels; one that it is a lie, another that it is love. 
 
 Life is so soon over that it is a tragic pity to 
 miss the path. There are so many new endeavors 
 to enjoy; there is so much of divinity to be re- 
 vealed; there is so much of humanity to be loved 
 and served; there are so many thought realms to 
 
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62 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 be entered; so many alluring enchantments; so 
 many holy friendships; so many big tasks to 
 awaken our zeal and tax our humble talents. 
 But it is so soon over! If we would find out its 
 fascinating secret, we must be about it. It is 
 not something we choose, or desire, or discover; 
 it is a gift, a gift of God. We are the custodians 
 of this supernal thing called life; it is divine, 
 for the soul is God's image. Human life is so 
 soon over; and if we dally in primrose paths, it 
 will be too late when we find again the way of 
 life. Yes, it is a gift. Next to his only begotten 
 Son, our Redeemer, it is God's greatest gift to 
 the world. So profound is the secret of the 
 origin of life that all the wise men in all of their 
 laboratories have not been able to produce by 
 experimentation even the lowest forms of life. 
 It is a gift direct from the hand of the Infinite. 
 
 Is anything more valuable than life? "He 
 that loseth his life for my sake shall find it." 
 However strange this paradox may be, we get 
 by giving, we find by losing, and we win by sur- 
 render. The best and most triumphant thing 
 which we can do with our lives is often to sur- 
 render them. Life is not measured by the shadow 
 on the dial, but by heart throbs; not by days, 
 but by deeds. The youth Nathan Hale still 
 lives into the third century one of the best- 
 known young men in American history because as a 
 boy in his twenties he regretted he had but one 
 life to give for his country — and he gave it. 
 
THE NEW DUTY 63 
 
 Life is worth only what it will purchase in 
 the open market of achievement and victory. 
 Those fifty sailor boys who went down with the 
 sinking of the Maine in Cuban waters have 
 multiplied their influence infinitely beyond what 
 they could have accomplished if they had pre- 
 ferred quiet lives in quiet places and had reached 
 even honorable old age. ' 'Remember the Alamo!" 
 "Remember the Maine!" have aroused the pa- 
 triotism of the years; and one day when a das- 
 tardly submarine sent sixty-seven of our soldier 
 boys to the bottom of the Atlantic, another 
 tocsin was added which rallied the hosts of Amer- 
 ican youth and swept Junkerism into shameless 
 oblivion, "Remember the Antilles!" "Remember 
 the Antilles!" 
 
 We hear brave Colonel Travis saying once more 
 at the Alamo, "I will never retreat or surrender. 
 Take good care of my motherless boy; if I five, 
 I will love him and protect him, but if I die he 
 will have the honor of knowing that his father 
 laid down his life for his country." 
 
 Yes, there are many things more valuable than 
 life. 
 
 Truth is more valuable than life. Every great 
 truth which we possess to-day somebody died 
 for it. There is not a discovery in science, and 
 not a continent or an island, and not a beautiful 
 shore richly embroidered with civilization's best 
 gifts, for which men have not suffered and died. 
 Some of us never can understand the pioneer — 
 
64 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 the pathfinder, who goes before and opens up 
 the way. Why should any man take his life in 
 his hand and travel afar, exposed to wild beasts, 
 and wild streams, and wild men, and wild storms? 
 Every pathway of progress has been paved with 
 the bleached bones of those who did not arrive. 
 In the early days the graves of the fallen marked 
 the trail of those who journeyed westward over 
 the desert waste and the mountains of rock; but 
 graves have always been milestones in the progress 
 of truth. Those who die for the truth have won 
 the greatest victories. In the sacrament of blood 
 truth has been made immortal. The martyrs are 
 the makers of history. But some of us can never 
 understand the martyr. Why should a man die 
 for a truth which he shall never himself enjoy? 
 Why should a man plant a tree under whose shade 
 he shall never recline? I will tell you. When, 
 even a humble man comes into the fullness of 
 his life he understands that, obscure though he 
 may be, he is responsible to God and man for 
 his life. It is not egotism which makes a humble 
 man feel that he must do his part and fill his 
 place just as if he were great among the great- 
 est. He is impelled by holy impulses of honor 
 and conviction and courage. 
 
 If he be noble, the nobleness that is within him 
 resents the soft impeachment that he is inverte- 
 brate and cowardly. Personality is the effort of 
 the individual to hold his own place in the throngs 
 of men about him. It is the individual who 
 
THE NEW DUTY 65 
 
 counts. There can be no solidarity in society 
 unless we reckon with the multitudes as indi- 
 viduals. 
 
 "A people is but the attempt of many 
 To rise to the complete life of one; 
 And those who live as models for the mass 
 Are singly of more value than they all." 1 
 
 Christ came to honor personality. His greatest 
 utterances were to individuals. It was to Nico- 
 demus that he said, "Ye must be born again," 
 and to the woman at the well that he said "God 
 is a Spirit: and they that worship him must 
 worship him in spirit and in truth," and to Peter, 
 "I have prayed for thee that thy faith fail not," 
 and to Saul of Tarsus, "It is hard for thee to 
 kick against the pricks." It is the single man 
 standing firmly by the truth that is of "more 
 value than they all." 
 
 Our convictions are of more value than our 
 life. The bird is of more value than the cage. 
 The gold is of more value than the quartz. The 
 jewel is of more value than its setting. The music 
 is more valuable than the instrument. The 
 thought is more valuable than the brain. Our 
 convictions are so involved in our character 
 that if a man is not true to his convictions he 
 betrays his own character; and he is the most 
 despicable of Judases who is a traitor to himself. 
 They who are not true to their convictions of 
 
 1 Robert Browning. 
 
66 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 right are abettors of the wrong — conspirators 
 against the truth. 
 
 If a man is not taller from his shoulders up 
 than from his shoulders down he belongs not 
 to the race of men, but to the age of the ptero- 
 dactyls. The difference between animals and men 
 is in the size of their heads and amplitude of 
 their brains. 
 
 The right is more valuable than life. There 
 would be no life if there were no right. When 
 the right is gone men would soon devour and 
 destroy each other. "Might is right," "Force 
 is right," "War is beautiful," "Weakness is a 
 crime," "Hate your enemies"; were all the wicked 
 lies of Prussianism. If there were none to stand 
 up for the immortal truths that "Right is might," 
 and "The strong ought bear the infirmities of 
 the weak," and "Love your enemies," and "The 
 meek shall inherit the earth," the world would 
 soon revert to the jungle, because the law of 
 force is the law of the jungle, and the earth 
 would ere long be the habitation of human brutes 
 who would soon tear each other to shreds, and 
 human life would become extinct. 
 
 I love the man who foresees the final triumph 
 of the right and believes that we are not fighting 
 a losing battle; that Christ will reign until he 
 shall have put all enemies under his feet; and I 
 am sorry for those people who keep their eyes 
 always on the ground and judge of the big world 
 by the narrow boundaries of the little circle of 
 
THE NEW DUTY 67 
 
 their ground view. Horizon! God's in his 
 heaven, all must come right with the world. 
 We should cease wailing about the world getting 
 worse and rejoice in the triumphs of the past 
 and of the mightier conquests of the future. If 
 the world is getting worse, it is a stultification 
 of the spirit of the gospel and a denial of the 
 promises of Christ. 
 
 I love the man who has faith enough to sing 
 with Browning: 
 
 "There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as 
 before; 
 The evil is null, is nought but silence implying sound." 
 
 "It's wiser being good than bad, 
 
 It's safer being meek than fierce, 
 It's fitter being sane than mad, 
 
 My own hope is a sun that will pierce 
 The thickest cloud earth ever stretched; 
 
 That after Last returns the First, 
 Though a wide compass round be fetched; 
 
 That what began best can't end worst, 
 
 Nor what God blessed once prove accurst." 1 
 
 Let the tongues of the prophets of despair be 
 dumb. Let the singer of the morning fill the 
 world with cheerful melodies. So long as men 
 will fight for the right the right will prevail. 
 Character is the foundation of conviction. When 
 we bring up our boys in the principles of truth 
 as the testing time comes we cannot keep them 
 out of the battle of righteousness. 
 
 These boys of ours heard the call of patriotism 
 
 1 Robert Browning. 
 
68 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 and religion, and because they have been trained 
 in manliness they answered, "Here!" Patriotism 
 is more valuable than life. What is life worth 
 to a citizen if he lives and his country fails? 
 
 Our Puritan fathers and mothers — right, con- 
 viction, character were more valuable to them 
 than life. The best we have in our land to-day 
 we have received from them. 
 
 It was a bleak December morning that the 
 Mayflower dropped its anchor in the icy waters 
 of Plymouth harbor. They must effect a hasty 
 landing, for there is much sickness on the little 
 ship. "Famine has clambered up over the side 
 of the ship, and holds the tiller, and death paces 
 back and forth as if in command. " The men 
 reach the shore, but "all that dreary December 
 day, while it snowed and sleeted and froze and 
 blew, they prayed and sang and walked back 
 and forth to keep warm, wearing a path through 
 the deep snow, not stopping so much as to build 
 a fire until six o'clock at night, for it is God's 
 holy Sabbath day. They can die if need be, 
 but they cannot violate God's holy ordinance." 1 
 
 Duty is more valuable than life. There is a 
 word sweeter than "duty," but none that is 
 stronger. "Duty" is the most stalwart word in 
 our vocabulary. The dynamo packed away in 
 the word "duty" is "ought"; and a scholar says 
 that the word "ought" is a contraction of the 
 sterling phrase, "We owe it." The best meaning 
 
 i Bishop C. H. Fowler. 
 
THE NEW DUTY 69 
 
 then of duty is "We owe it." Duty means obli- 
 gation, and the more a man is a man the more 
 is he determined to pay his debts. Duty is dis- 
 charging our obligation to those who have pre- 
 ceded us, that we may be a blessing to those who 
 shall follow us. A clever woman wrote: 
 
 "I slept and dreamed that life was Beauty; 
 
 I awoke and found that life was Duty, 
 Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? 
 
 Toil on, poor heart, unceasingly, 
 And thou shalt find thy dream to be 
 
 A truth and noonday light to thee." 1 
 
 Duty gives the momentum that arrives. Eng- 
 land expected every man to do his duty at Trafal- 
 gar Cape. America expects every citizen to do 
 his duty anywhere, and God places duty before 
 every person as a condition of character, achieve- 
 ment, and heaven. Moses and Paul responded 
 to the call of duty and are the greatest names 
 in all history. Daniel and Joseph did their duty, 
 and through pits and prisons and lions' dens 
 ascended to powerful premierships. Samson and 
 Absalom lost the path of duty and reached the 
 disgrace of ignominious defeat and the prison 
 house in Gaza. Enoch and Elijah did their duty 
 and were not found after they had walked and 
 fought for God, because God took them. Mary 
 the Virgin mother and Mary the sister of Laz- 
 arus did their duty, and the mother is the most 
 exquisitely honored woman in the world, and the 
 
 i Ellen S. Hooper. 
 
70 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 fame of the sister is spread wherever the gospel 
 is preached. Stephen did his duty and went to 
 glorious martyrdom; and the beloved John did 
 his duty and in blissful old age beheld the radiant 
 revelations of Patmos. Judas failed of his duty 
 and hurried himself into the ignominy of the 
 suicide. 
 
 John Huss did his duty and was rewarded with 
 victorious death. Martin Luther did his duty 
 a hundred and thirty years later and was rewarded 
 with victorious life. John Wesley did his duty, 
 and, crowded out of the church where he had 
 been his father's curate, he claimed the world 
 as his parish. Savonarola did his duty, and he 
 made the De' Medici tremble on their tottering 
 thrones and rebuked wickedness in high places, 
 and hastened the millennium by thousands of 
 years. Of course they burned him at the stake 
 after he had first been strangled by Pope Alex- 
 ander VI. After his martyrdom the people 
 kissed the very stones in the plaza where he had 
 been burned, and the authorities ordered the 
 erection of a massive marble fountain to conceal 
 the spot, but the people on the anniversary day 
 of his death bank the plaza high with beautiful 
 flowers in memory of the bravest servant of 
 Christ who has lived in modern times. "Duty" 
 was his magic word. Savonarola Girolamo! 
 Duty! Duty! 
 
 Abraham Lincoln, in immortal words familiar 
 to all, said: "Let us have faith that right makes 
 
THE NEW DUTY 71 
 
 might, and in that faith let us to the end dare 
 to do our duty as we understand it." 
 
 Robert E. Lee, in an affectionate letter to his 
 son, cited the circumstances in the State of 
 Connecticut, when on that historic Dark Day a 
 timid legislator arose, and expressing the fear 
 that the Day of Judgment was at hand, suggested 
 an adjournment. Whereupon that fine old stal- 
 wart, Davenport, promptly declared, that if it 
 were the Day of Judgment approaching, he wished 
 to be found at his post of duty; and moved that 
 the candles be brought in. General Lee wrote, 
 "My son, 'duty' is the sublimest word in our 
 language. Do your duty at all times like the 
 old Puritan. You can do no more; you should 
 not wish to do less." 
 
 We have just passed the one hundred and 
 thirteenth anniversary of the Battle of Trafalgar. 
 It was at that epochal contest that Admiral 
 Horatio Nelson shouted to his men, "England 
 expects every man to do his duty!" He was 
 mortally wounded in that fierce engagement, and 
 the last words of the dying commander were, 
 "Thank God, I have done my duty!" 
 
 At the famous battle of Allatoona, General 
 Corse was in command of the fortifications. 
 General Sherman signaled to him, "Hold the 
 fort, for I am coming!" Somebody asked Sherman 
 if Corse would do it. Whereupon "Uncle Billie" 
 replied: "He will hold out. I know the man!" 
 and General Corse did hold out, though a cruel 
 
72 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 ball carried away his right ear and his cheek bone. 
 
 The path of duty is always the path of glory 
 and of God. The man who is about his duty 
 is too busy to be afraid of God or man, of good 
 or evil, of life or death. it is tremendous to 
 feel the throb and thrill of impelling, compulsory 
 duty. Duty is perspective. Duty is initiative. 
 Duty is destination. Duty is divinity. Duty is 
 partnership with God. 
 
 Duty is more valuable than life. 
 
 The word that is sweeter than "duty," and 
 equally as strong, is "love" — and love is more 
 valuable than life. Love is God; God is love. 
 Every giant soul who reaches altitudes of godli- 
 ness is a man of love. Savonarola, with all of 
 his leonine strength and his vigorous assaults 
 upon evil, was a lovable man. Luther was a 
 lovable man. Wesley was a lovable man. Might 
 of mind and conviction and arm are not incon- 
 sistent with tender affection. Wellington and 
 Grant and Sherman and Lee and Stonewall 
 Jackson were lovable men, and so are Pershing 
 and Foch. 
 
 Abraham Lincoln, the most-abused and best- 
 loved man in American history, the strongest 
 man in courage and personality which our age 
 has produced, was so lovable a man that his 
 neighbors forgot his last name and called him 
 "Abe" — "Honest Abe." So tender was his heart 
 of love that he nearly demoralized the discipline 
 in the army by pardoning many of the offenders. 
 
THE NEW DUTY 73 
 
 We have not forgotten how one evening he urged 
 his friend Joshua Speed to stay all night with 
 him, saying, "This is Thursday night, and to- 
 morrow is execution day in the army, and I 
 never sleep any on Thursday night." There is 
 some criticism of George Gray Bernard's statue 
 of Lincoln which has been dedicated in Cin- 
 cinnati, and a replica of which is to be placed 
 beside that of Cromwell in England. But Lincoln 
 is the despair of the sculptor as he is of the painter 
 and poet. So marvelous was the divinity of 
 this unique man that neither marble, nor canvas, 
 nor eloquence, nor all of these combined can give 
 to the world the true Lincoln; but love can make 
 the real Lincoln live in each succeeding genera- 
 tion; and as men love more and the brotherhood 
 becomes more and more real, Lincoln will be better 
 understood. If we would know the height and 
 beauty of a mountain, we must have a long 
 perspective and a lofty point of view. And so 
 as men ascend into nobler manliness they will 
 know better this manliest of men. 
 
 Mary's alabaster box was prompted by love, 
 though it was filled with fragrant ointment. 
 The world is waiting to-day for alabaster boxes 
 of love whose perfume shall fill the whole earth. 
 
 Love is the attribute of Deity, for God is love. 
 To the extent that we have love, we possess the 
 divine nature. Love is the mainspring of civiliza- 
 tion. Love beats swords into plowshares and 
 spears into pruning hooks. Civilization is the 
 
74 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 increase of brotherhood. Love establishes the 
 parliament of man; it is the fulfillment of the law. 
 Love is strength; it is a token of refinement. 
 Cruelty, selfishness, and bestiality go out when 
 love comes in. 
 
 I think perhaps the most pitiful line in all 
 English literature is found in the diary of Carlyle. 
 He was often harsh in his disposition and was 
 too busy to be thoughtful. He was not a misan- 
 thrope, but he was a sort of literary surgeon who 
 saw the deformities of the society of the day 
 in which he lived, and his pen was usually a sharp 
 scalpel with which he was busy performing 
 operations with the hope of improving the con- 
 dition of the patient. After his wife's death he 
 wrote: "0 if I could but see her once more, were 
 it but for five minutes, to let her know that I 
 always loved her through it all! She never did 
 know it — never." Jane Carlyle was a brilliant 
 and beautiful woman, and the bitterness of her 
 disposition would probably never have gained 
 the ascendency if her husband's alabaster boxes 
 had been freely broken for her. 
 
 Once I saw an alabaster box from which the 
 fragrant ointment had been poured. It was in 
 an exposition in London. It was nothing but a 
 rude row boat, strong and sturdy to be sure, 
 but no delicate marble vase was ever more ex- 
 quisite in the noble service which it rendered. 
 Early one morning as a wild storm rocked Britain's 
 granite-bound shore a slip of a girl saw a wreck on 
 
THE NEW DUTY 75 
 
 the rocks of a distant island and heard the cries 
 for help; but no lifeboat could live in such a 
 furious sea. The girl aroused her aged father, 
 but he said it was no use; it would be certain 
 death. The brave girl leaped into the lighthouse 
 boat and said she would go alone. The impossible 
 had no fears or intimidation for her; and her 
 father was stimulated by her invincible purpose 
 and accompanied her; and nine precious lives 
 were saved that eventful September day. Grace 
 Darling, though in frail health, broke her ala- 
 baster box and won an imperishable place in the 
 annals of the world's deeds of heroism. 
 
 There was an alabaster box all shattered to 
 pieces in the suburbs of Los Angeles not long ago. 
 The tower watchman was at his place at the 
 levers. He saw a wild car coming like a mad 
 demon along the rails, and a trolley filled with 
 people was about to cross the tracks. The un- 
 controlled car must be derailed at all hazards, 
 but if this were done the momentum with which 
 it was coming would cause it to leap from the 
 tracks and the tower-house would be directly in 
 its angry path. But the brave fellow in the tower 
 never hesitated an instant. He threw the 
 switch. There was a terrible crash. The tower- 
 house was demolished, and they picked the man 
 up forty feet away badly bruised but not seriously 
 injured. Men of noble ideals and unselfish mo- 
 tives and fidelity to their trusts can be depended 
 upon not to forsake their posts of duty in the 
 
76 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 moment of unexpected responsibility. Character 
 will not flinch in the testing time. The splintered 
 tower-house, though not so dainty as broken 
 marble, was equally a sacred alabaster box of 
 loving ministry. 
 
 Some years ago in Brooklyn it was necessary 
 for a woman to leave her baby fast asleep in the 
 cradle in the tenement house while she went 
 around the corner to the grocery store. On her 
 way home there was an alarm of fire and in a 
 moment she found that the blaze was in the house 
 in which she lived. She threw her basket away 
 and with breathless haste ran toward her home 
 crying for her baby. As she was about to enter 
 the building the fire chief prevented her, and she 
 frantically told him that her baby was there. 
 The chief declared that the fire had made such 
 progress it would be sure death for anyone to 
 enter; but one of the firemen stepped forward 
 saying he had a child at home, and he believed 
 he could save the baby, and asked permission to 
 try, and the captain consented. Up the creaking 
 stairs he went. He groped his way through smoke 
 and flames until he finally found the cradle and 
 had the baby in his arms, but just at that mo- 
 ment there was a fearful crash and the stairs 
 and half of the floor went down, leaving the brave 
 fireman in great peril on the side of the house 
 where there was no window. With a loud voice 
 he called to the men that he could not save him- 
 self, but if they got their net ready he could 
 
THE NEW DUTY 77 
 
 throw the baby out of the window. And in an 
 instant with true aim, well bundled in a robe, 
 the baby came flying through the window, and 
 was soon snug and unhurt in her mother's arms. 
 
 In Greenwood Cemetery there is a modest 
 monument to a fireman and there are always 
 fresh flowers; and there are frequent visits by a 
 beautiful young woman, who, if anyone dared 
 to intrude a question, would answer that she 
 owed her life to the sacrifice of that brave hero 
 in the tenement fire twenty years ago. He broke 
 his alabaster box and with it his life, but the 
 whole city was filled with the odor of the ointment. 
 
 Not long since I was once more in Niles, Ohio. 
 My very first parish was up in the hills just above 
 this noisy, smoky little manufacturing city. 
 Now, nobody ever thought of Niles as being a 
 beautiful place. It is low in its location and the 
 lazy, little Mahoning River creeps along the edge 
 of the town. There are numberless rolling mills 
 which send forth real pillars of cloud by day and 
 real pillars of fire by night. There was no special 
 elegance in home, or park, or garden. But every- 
 thing is all changed now. The other day there 
 was dedicated in this town an exquisitely beau- 
 tiful Georgia marble memorial building, for Niles 
 is the birthplace of William McKinley, and 
 within the new structure there is a remarkably 
 fine and true statue of the martyred President. 
 This beautiful memorial is the gift of those who 
 knew and loved one of the best men our nation 
 
78 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 has produced. But the building, with its glisten- 
 ing columns and spacious corridors, and the 
 statue and the artistic surroundings have trans- 
 formed the whole town. There is now an atmos- 
 phere of heroism, of manliness, of patriotism, of 
 divinity. One of McKinley's political enemies 
 said of him, "McKinley was the most lovable 
 man I ever knew." This explains why he was 
 honored by his contemporaries and why he will 
 not be forgotten by a grateful posterity. 
 
 It is love which makes woman the great human 
 power for righteousness in the world. It is the 
 mother love which fills a boy's heart with holy 
 aspirations. It is the wife's love which sustains 
 her husband in every contest and which rewards 
 him with tender assurances. 
 
 "Why, man, she is mine own, 
 And I as rich in having such a jewel 
 As twenty seas, if all their sands were pearl, 
 The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold!" 1 
 
 It is a daughter's and a sister's love which 
 sweetens the life of the home and follows the 
 father and the brother, and, like an angel of 
 light, guards and protects. 
 
 Even God, when he would have his love for 
 mankind better understood, allows his prophet 
 to tell us that God loves us with a mother's love; 
 and when David would adequately describe the 
 affection which existed between Jonathan and 
 himself, he said it "passed the love of women." 
 
 1 Shakespeare. 
 
THE NEW DUTY 79 
 
 In a peculiar sense God made woman to love and 
 to be loved; and no woman reaches her highest 
 ideals except as she is lovable; and it should not 
 be less so with man. Of the true man it must 
 be said, 
 
 "The loving are the daring, 
 
 The bravest are the tenderest." 
 
 It is not weakness in a man to wish to be 
 loved and to love strongly in return. The 
 Corinthian column is not less enduring because 
 it combines beauty and strength. 
 
 If we become godlike, we will love, for God 
 is love. If we become Christlike, we will want 
 to be loved, for did not Jesus say to Peter, "Lov- 
 est thou me?" and we will freely dispense our 
 love, for it is said that "Jesus beholding the young 
 man, loved him." 
 
V 
 
 SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 
 
Riches I have not sought and have not found, 
 
 And fame has passed me with averted eye; 
 In creeks and bays my quiet voyage is bound 
 
 While the great world without goes surging by. 
 No withering envy of another's lot, 
 
 No nightmare of contention plagues my rest, 
 For me alike what is and what is not, 
 
 Both what I have and what I lack is best, 
 A flower more sacred than far-seen success 
 
 Perfumes my solitary path. I find 
 Sweet compensation in my humbleness 
 
 And reap the harvest of a tranquil mind. 
 
 — J. T. Trowbridge. 
 
 O dere ain't no use ob frettin' 
 
 Ef de sky ark cold and gray; 
 Keep a whislin' and a singin' 
 
 An' de clouds will roll away; 
 You am boun' to meet wif tempests 
 
 As you trable down de road, 
 An' de sorrows you must carry 
 
 Am a mighty heaby load; 
 But no trouble's gwin' to crush you 
 
 Ef you only keep in min' 
 Dat de Lawd am in his heabens, 
 
 An' de sun am boun' to shine! 
 
 — Julia A. Galloway. 
 
CHAPTER V 
 SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 
 
 The New Day must be a hope day, a happy 
 day. He who seeks for happiness alone will 
 never find it, but he who seeks to be useful will 
 find happiness at every turn. 
 
 There are two things which man has joined 
 together that God would put asunder. They 
 are close together in the dictionary. They are 
 closer together in the ceaseless combats of human 
 experience. Like gladiators they have sought for 
 ascendency through many bitter encounters. The 
 one comes from above, the other from beneath. 
 The one stands for light, the other for darkness. 
 The one leads to triumph, the other to tragedy. 
 These age-long enemies are Optimism and 
 Pessimism. 
 
 Pessimism speaks in terms of doubt, despair, 
 and death, and teaches that the universe is tend- 
 ing toward nothingness. Schopenhauer, with 
 limpid logic, much-vaunted learning, and ghastly 
 wit, advanced the grewsome theories of pessimism. 
 He declared that this was the worst possible 
 world; that it is better to be dead than to be 
 alive; and that existence itself is an evil. 
 
 The favorite refrain of pessimism is a familiar 
 
 83 
 
84 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 but dismal quatrain from the paganistic philos- 
 ophy of the Rubaiyat: 
 
 "A moment's halt — a momentary taste 
 Of being from the well amid the waste — 
 And lo! — the phantom caravan has reached 
 The nothing it set out from — oh, make haste!" 
 
 The pessimist exaggerates the evils of life, 
 and looks always on the dark side. He indulges 
 in melancholy and depressing views of men and 
 things. He becomes cynical, hypercritical, and 
 misanthropic. He is one who, as Mark Twain 
 said, has the choice of two evils and takes them 
 both. 
 
 Optimism is founded upon the metaphysical 
 doctrine of Leibnitz that the existing universe 
 is the best of all universes: that the universe 
 steadily advances as a whole. Christian opti- 
 mism teaches that there is no limit to spiritual 
 development; that all forces can so cooperate as 
 to result in a higher realization of God, of self, 
 of duty and of life. It does not accept the false, 
 fatalistic philosophy of Pope that ''Whatever is 
 is right," or that "Partial evil is the general 
 good." This Calvinistic philosophy, with its in- 
 exorable predestination exploitations, was aban- 
 doned long ago as heartlessly inconsistent with 
 human volition and divine goodness. 
 
 Optimism believes that there is perfect design 
 in history, as well as in the universe; that the 
 fittest survives; that "all things work together 
 for good to those who love God." Optimism is 
 
SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 85 
 
 obedience; optimism is order; optimism is peace; 
 optimism is happiness; optimism is life. 
 
 Optimism does not embrace that fantastic, easy- 
 going, laissez-faire policy, which would let well- 
 enough alone, but it aggressively and enthusi- 
 astically dedicates itself to accelerating the upward 
 trend by being itself better, and helping others 
 to be better. It declares with the great apostle 
 of optimism, "Ye cannot do anything against 
 the Truth, but for the Truth." 
 
 Optimism believes in the final supremacy of 
 good over evil, of the best over the worst, that 
 God is stronger than the Devil, and that though 
 we may lose a battle, we shall win in the war. 
 
 The cheerful vesper hymn of optimism sings: 
 
 "Whichever way the wind doth blow, 
 Some heart is glad to have it so; 
 Then blow it east, or blow it west, 
 The wind that blows, that wind is best. 
 
 Optimism is the sunshine — pessimism is the 
 shadow; pessimism follows dolefully upon the 
 heels of optimism. Perhaps it is well for optimism 
 sometimes to hear the gloomy prognostications 
 of pessimism, otherwise optimism might fail to 
 comprehend the gravity and strength of evil, 
 and the necessity of incessant vigilance and 
 stratagem. 
 
 If pessimists were loyal to their own melancholy 
 philosophy, they should go off to the edge of 
 the world and throw themselves over. I would 
 
86 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 not be a pessimist with the clammy sweat of 
 death and fear always on my brow. 
 
 I should rather be an optimist, even incurring 
 some danger of fanaticism. If the impossible 
 theories of pessimism were partially correct, I 
 should rather hasten to extinction on a band- 
 wagon of music and hope than to make the 
 journey in the dismal confines of a patrol wagon, 
 or a "Black Maria." 
 
 An optimist goes out and tries to get some- 
 thing done, while a pessimist stays at home and 
 wonders why he doesn't do it some other way. 
 
 The great theme of the universe is the evolu- 
 tion of the good, the unfolding of the best. There 
 is an upward trend. The lower moves into the 
 higher. When the doughty Carlyle was told 
 that Margaret Fuller had concluded to accept 
 the universe, the facetious Scotchman replied, 
 "She'd better." 
 
 We would better accept the universe; it is 
 beneficent. The movement is from the simple 
 to the complex; out of chaos into order, out of 
 decay into growth; triumph out of tragedy, 
 victory out of defeat, and hope out of despair. 
 
 Life is the climax of all creation, and life is 
 moving on toward perfection. Life persists. It 
 resists, it defies extinction; if crushed and broken, 
 it seeks to recover itself. 
 
 "Persistency of force," is a phrase suggested 
 by Herbert Spencer to sum up all the laws of 
 mechanics; so the "Persistency of Life" sums 
 
SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 87 
 
 up all the laws of force. It is man's duty and 
 privilege to live, and never, even in old age, 
 should there be any cessation of his purpose to 
 live. 
 
 Civilization is but the increased appreciation 
 of life and the privilege of living. Life is oppor- 
 tunity, power, character, immortality. 
 
 Christianity has surpassed all other forms of 
 truth, because it more highly values human and 
 soul life. The longevity of the race steadily in- 
 creases under the benign influence of Christ. 
 No circumstances of disaster or disappointment 
 should be allowed to discourage and defeat the 
 purposes of our lives. Many persons lapse into 
 inactivity and uselessness because they have 
 encountered an inimical influence and have suf- 
 fered defeat. 
 
 An incontrovertible argument that God is the 
 great conservator of human life, and does not 
 send disease, may be found in the fact that where 
 Christian ideas are adopted the number and 
 virulency of diseases diminish and longevity 
 steadily increases. 
 
 To-day the conservation of human life is 
 everywhere the watchword. The last census 
 shows that the death rate is 15.4 in each thousand 
 of the population. The prolongation of life means, 
 of course, the decrease of invalidism and the con- 
 sequent increase of happiness and productive 
 power. 
 
 The gain to humanity is due to systematic 
 
88 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 research to discover the cause and prevention of 
 disease; the finding of new remedies and anti- 
 toxins for prevalent diseases; the increase of 
 hospitals and training schools for nurses; the 
 campaign against tuberculosis and typhoid, and 
 other infections; the penalties imposed upon those 
 who sell tainted articles of food, etc. 
 
 It is said that there are in this country an- 
 nually six hundred and fifty thousand preventible 
 deaths. Nothing can be more unjust or untrue 
 than to claim that our heavenly Father sends 
 disease; that in the culture tubes of his mysterious 
 laboratory he is producing all sorts of infectious 
 germs, and scattering the contents of this Pan- 
 dora's box among a helpless and hapless human- 
 ity. Such an idea is sheer nonsense. We have 
 passed that mediaeval fetish long ago. 
 
 In Havana the death rate after American occu- 
 pation fell from fifty to twenty. In Lawrence, 
 Massachusetts, after the installation of a new 
 water supply the death rate from typhoid was 
 reduced eighty per cent. In Prussia the death 
 rate from smallpox has been decreased by com- 
 pulsory vaccination from 24 to 1.5. The yellow 
 fever in the United States has practically dis- 
 appeared. At present in Massachusetts life is 
 lengthening at the rate of about fourteen years 
 per century; in Europe about seventeen; in 
 India, where medical progress is practically un- 
 known, it remains stationary. It is now math- 
 ematically estimated that at least fifteen years 
 
SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 89 
 
 can be added to the average human life by living 
 up to our present medical knowledge. 
 
 In the interest of the conservation of life 
 every saloon and tobacco store should be closed. 
 Narcotics, stimulants, gluttony, unchastity, ne- 
 glect of hygiene and sanitation are all prolific 
 sources of disease. The deadly leprosy of the 
 social evil should be suppressed; degenerates 
 should not be permitted to marry, and all sani- 
 tation laws should be rigidly enforced. 
 
 The day is coming when no man shall be 
 legally permitted to make a dollar or indulge an 
 appetite at the expense of the health or long 
 life of himself or another. 
 
 Happiness is the goal which all are seeking, a 
 secret which all would find. It is our duty to 
 be happy; it is our right to be happy. The philos- 
 opher's stone, which can transform all the dross 
 of life into purest joys, is hope. The fabled 
 fountain which will insure eternal youth and 
 beauty is contentment. True happiness is not 
 only a duty and a right, but it is a possible pos- 
 session; it is the sure prize of those who seek 
 aright. 
 
 There is an intricate and exquisite conspiracy 
 in the universe to make men happy. There are 
 carnivals of beauty, panoramas of splendor, 
 oratorios of music, laughing waters, dancing sun- 
 beams, singing birds, chanting seas, delicious 
 fruits, and enchanting flowers. Nature is not 
 cruel, health is contagious, and there is a survival 
 
90 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 of the fittest. "The common course of things is 
 in favor of happiness; happiness is the rule, misery- 
 is the exception." 1 
 
 As God made the sun to shine, and the flowers 
 to bloom, and the seas to ebb and flow, so he 
 made man to be happy. "If any man is un- 
 happy," said a wise man, "this must be his own 
 fault, for God made all men to be happy." The 
 very law of our being is happiness. A crime is 
 an offense against the laws of God and man; 
 unhappiness is such an offense, hence a crime and 
 a tragedy. 
 
 Happiness may be discovered in life's activities 
 — in unremitting endeavor; not in the bluster 
 and haste which enervate and defeat, but in the 
 constant use of our capacities. Unrest and 
 atrophy occur when energies are allowed to be- 
 come stagnant. An aimless life is always an 
 unhappy life. 
 
 Leisure and rest have exquisite flavor where 
 they are the punctuation points of duties faith- 
 fully discharged and ambitions steadily realized. 
 Activity defies infirmity, and octogenarians like 
 John Wesley, John G. Whittier, and William 
 Ewart Gladstone hold old age at bay while they 
 elaborate the closing achievements of eventful 
 careers. 
 
 Struggle is necessary to strength. The benev- 
 olently inclined young lady who cut off the tail 
 of the pollywog to hasten the stages of its evolu- 
 
 l PaIey. 
 
SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 91 
 
 tion wept in dismay when she found she had 
 ended the life of the little dismembered creature. 
 It needed the labor of getting rid of its tail to 
 develop strength for the responsibilities of its 
 promotion. 
 
 If there are stunted growths and undeveloped 
 lives among the youth of these prosperous dec- 
 ades, may it not be that our educational and 
 domestic methods are affording too much assist- 
 ance, or ease, or luxury to these little human 
 pollywogs? Every faculty of our being is made 
 more robust by constant and sensible activity. 
 To be able to bring things to pass conduces to 
 true happiness. 
 
 What real joy is stored away in a good book! 
 Study may be found an unfailing source of pleas- 
 ure. We can read great books until their authors 
 become our abiding companions. A few years 
 ago I rambled among the tombs of Mount Auburn 
 and Sleepy Hollow. I found myself truly offended 
 when I saw gravestones which bore the names 
 of Lowell, Longfellow, Emerson, Hawthorne, and 
 Agassiz. For who, that is daily associating with 
 these choice spirits in the precious legacy of the 
 books they have written, can believe that these 
 men are dead? No, they live, and are more 
 universally alive to-day than when they threaded 
 the streets of Cambridge, or walked among the 
 shady bowers of Concord. 
 
 The culture of the mind brings forth the flower 
 and the fragrance and the fruitage of our in- 
 
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 tellectual natures. Truth invigorates; it makes 
 buoyant and youthful. Truth is never old, never 
 discordant. 
 
 Then, too, what perennial fountains of sparkling 
 happiness are found in music, and art, and poetry! 
 And what shall be said about nature? If people 
 would be happy, they must get out of doors. 
 God made the heavens, but man made the houses. 
 Many houses are devices of Satan to shut man 
 away from his God. 
 
 All nature is redolent of divinity. It is hard 
 for a naturalist to be an unbeliever. Some great 
 nature students have despised creeds, but maybe 
 it was because their great God was too mighty 
 to be bounded and measured by man's dialectical 
 tapeline or foot rule. We should get out of doors. 
 God, music, might, seas, trees, mountains, and 
 men are out of doors; and if we would be happy, 
 we must associate with the world outside, for 
 we have a divine commission to subdue the earth. 
 The "flower in the crannied wall" has yet many 
 beautiful lessons for the thoughtful student. 
 
 The widow of Schumann says that whenever 
 she was to play in public any of her husband's 
 music, she would read over and over again the 
 dear love letters he had written her during his 
 life. All true love is divine, and what we call 
 human love is really divine love, and is one of 
 our earthly faculties which is the sure prophecy 
 of the estate of infinity to which we are going, 
 as it is the token of the infinite heart from which 
 
SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 93 
 
 we have sprung. No man can be truly happy 
 who does not truly love, or is not truly loved. 
 "The greatest of these is love." 
 
 If we would see the blue in the sky in the 
 hurrying years, we must be busy doing good and 
 useful things. Not like the animals, which by 
 hunger and necessity and self-preservation are 
 "irritated into action." People should do good 
 for the love of goodness. No man is a soldier 
 who must be driven to battle. No boy is a scholar 
 who must be flogged to school. No man is good 
 who must be scourged to duty. "A man is not 
 good at all unless he takes pleasure in noble 
 deeds. No man would call a man just who did 
 not take pleasure in justice, nor generous who 
 took no pleasure in acts of generosity." 1 
 
 True happiness is hidden away in honest toil. 
 The busy man is the contented man! 
 
 "Get leave to work 
 In this world — 'tis the best you get at all; 
 For God, in cursing, gives us better gifts 
 Than men in benediction; God says 'sweat' 
 For foreheads; men say 'crowns'; and so we're crowned, 
 Ay, gashed by some tormenting circle of steel 
 Which snaps with a secret spring. Get work; get work; 
 Be sure 'tis better than what you work to get." 2 
 
 The blue sky is always found in service. He 
 who would be "happy" among you, as well as 
 "he who would be chief among you, must be the 
 servant of all." When the old French nobility 
 
 'Aristotle. 2 Mrs. Browning. 
 
94 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 chose as their motto, "Noblesse oblige," they 
 simply accentuated one of the finest principles 
 of the social organism, that "rank or privilege is 
 obligation." Autocracies, feudal systems, wars, 
 and all selfish ambitions must gradually go down 
 before such a scepter. He who is not capable 
 of service is not capable of joy. 
 
 The places of honor in the true nobility of 
 earth are reserved for those who most affection- 
 ately serve their fellow men — these will outrank 
 all hereditary titles and positions. 
 
 A recent writer has felicitously and truly sug- 
 gested that all humanity can be divided between 
 "makers of joy and makers of sorrow." She 
 says: "This older psychology which divided men 
 dogmatically into good and bad, wise and foolish, 
 strong and weak, pure and impure, atheist and 
 believer, contained too many, or too insufficient 
 shades of differences. Would it not be better 
 and more practical to divide men henceforth into 
 two new classes, corresponding to the future 
 tendencies toward which we are drifting — 'Makers 
 of Sorrow' and 'Makers of Joy,' since every day 
 it becomes more evident that this classification 
 will become the true measure of man's worth? 
 Christianity seems foremost in returning to simple 
 formulas and concentrating her forces on two 
 principal ideas: the Fatherhood of God and the 
 brotherhood of man." 1 
 
 We will easily find the blue in our own skies 
 
 1 Dora Melegari of Italy. 
 
SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 95 
 
 if we help to clear away the clouds from the 
 skies of others. It is, indeed, an irony of fate 
 that some of the world's best benefactors have 
 often received despicable treatment from human- 
 ity. The early Methodists were denounced as 
 "consecrated cobblers" and a "nest of vermin," 
 by men who dipped their pens in gall. Dwight 
 L. Moody was refused a license to preach be- 
 cause of his poor grammar. A Chicago publisher 
 told me regretfully that he refused the manu- 
 script of In His Steps when Charles M. Sheldon 
 sent it to him for publication. It is not forgotten 
 that the students at Edinburgh nicknamed Walter 
 Scott "the great blockhead." Longfellow was 
 refused fourteen dollars for his "Excelsior" by an 
 insulting publisher; and where are the people now 
 who laughed at a poor and lonely young man 
 who appeared in the streets of Boston one winter 
 day in linen trousers, known to-day as the Wizard 
 of Menlo Park — Thomas A. Edison? When will 
 a thoughtless humanity profit by the fact that 
 "Seven cities contend for Homer dead through 
 which the living Homer begged his bread"? 
 
 Since all clouds have a silver lining and every 
 dark shadow has a bright side — for there would 
 be no shadows if there were no sun — if anyone 
 would be happy, he must look for the blue in 
 the sky. It may be his duty, unlike the sun dial, 
 to mark other than the bright hours, but he will 
 not be wise unless he adopts the motto of a vener- 
 able English bishop, "Serve God and be cheerful." 
 
96 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 It is hard to persuade some people to be Chris- 
 tians when it is seen that occasionally the most 
 unhappy and most disagreeable people pose in a 
 community as Christians. One of the first things 
 true religion does for some people is to make 
 it possible for other people to live with them. 
 It may be possible that fault-finding and com- 
 plaining people will escape misery, but it is cer- 
 tain that those who have to live with them 
 do not. I am sure God has a special crown of 
 beauty in heaven for those persons who are com- 
 pelled to live on earth with disagreeable and 
 cynical people. 
 
 The tender and the witty Hood said: 
 
 "No solemn and sanctimonious face I pull, 
 And think I am pious when I am only bilious." 
 
 What is the use of worrying? None, because 
 worry unfits for the battle of life; it is like coward- 
 ice to the soldier; it takes away poise and nerve 
 and destroys capacity to enjoy even after we 
 have attained. It is a species of fatalism, a soul 
 malady which, unless cured, often leads to de- 
 mentia and death. 
 
 People worry about the past because of lost 
 opportunity and what they might have been. 
 The past is useful only as it instructs and inspires 
 for the future. 
 
 We worry about the future and weaken our- 
 selves for the conflict by fearful forebodings 
 which are never fulfilled. The first steamship 
 
SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 97 
 
 which ever crossed the Atlantic carried in its 
 cargo copies of Dr. Lardner's famous but useless 
 book, which was laboriously written to prove 
 that it was an utter impossibility for a steamship 
 to carry enough coal to make the voyage from 
 Liverpool to New York. 
 
 Israel's warrior poet was acquainted with the 
 tendency of men to overanxiety, for he wrote 
 in one of his most thrilling poems, "Fret not 
 thyself because of evildoers." Good is stronger 
 than evil, or else the world long ago would have 
 been destroyed. 
 
 A merry heart sees the bright side of things. 
 It believes that the blackest cloud has a silver 
 lining. It does not allow itself to be overwhelmed 
 with anxiety, and is patient in the midst of 
 uncertainty. It is sustained by an unfaltering 
 trust and does not murmur while purposes are 
 ripening. 
 
 It is commonly reported that a cat has nine 
 lives, but from my childhood I have heard that 
 once care killed a cat. I used to wonder when 
 I was a lad about "corroding care" and what 
 it was, but I understand better now, and realize 
 what Shakespeare means when he says, 
 
 "Care is no cure, but rather a corrosive 
 For things that are not to be remedied." 
 
 Care, indeed, is a corrosive sublimate and is 
 a deadly poison to happiness, and, sooner or 
 later, to life. 
 
98 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 Why are we everlastingly after more things, 
 more money, more lands, more houses, more 
 clothes? Certainly we know that 
 
 "Old care has a mortgage on every estate 
 And that's what you pay for the wealth that you get." 1 
 
 The United States Public Health Service has 
 been saying some practical things on this subject: 
 
 "The birds build nests for the protection of 
 their young against the weather, the foxes dig 
 holes for security against foes, the squirrels lay 
 by stores of nuts against the coming of winter, 
 and dogs bury bones against the day when bones 
 will be scarce. These are the manifestations of a 
 normal protective instinct arising from an expe- 
 rience of many, many generations. So far as is 
 known, though, no bird ever tried to build more 
 nests than his neighbor; no fox ever fretted be- 
 cause he only had one hole in which to hide; 
 no squirrel ever died of anxiety lest he should 
 not lay by enough nuts for two winters instead of 
 one; and no dog ever lost any sleep over the fact 
 that he didn't have enough bones laid aside to 
 provide for his declining years. 
 
 "This protective instinct is also present in the 
 human mind, and when properly directed is a 
 great source of prosperity both to the individual 
 and the nation. In order for man to store up 
 and lay by, to gain advancement either in honor 
 or material things, it is necessary that he take 
 
 1 John G. Saxe. 
 
SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 99 
 
 some forethought of the morrow, but just so 
 soon as he carries this beyond the normal point, 
 the mental process becomes an exaggerated and 
 abnormal one. The normal protective instinct is 
 stimulated by a normal fear of those events which 
 are reasonably sure to happen in the future 
 unless means are adopted against them. The 
 moment that this fear becomes abnormal or ex- 
 aggerated it overstimulates this protective in- 
 stinct, and to no good purpose because it results 
 in worry." 
 
 Worry is, therefore, an abnormal state, and 
 we should study to prevent the cause of worry; 
 and when troubles come, as they are bound to 
 come to every one, if we shall have endeavored 
 to cultivate the tranquil mind, the momentum of 
 a quiet spirit will carry us over the testing mo- 
 ments which sorrow and adversity may bring. 
 There appeared one like unto the Son of God 
 in the fiery furnace with the three Hebrew chil- 
 dren. We cannot afford to be whimsical and 
 childish when the trial of our manhood and 
 womanhood occurs. The worries of to-day are 
 the jokes of to-morrow. 
 
 If a man would live on twenty-four hours a 
 day and be happy and useful, he must learn how 
 to play. At a little wayside resort in New Eng- 
 land is the sign, "Why not Rest?" People be- 
 come thin and scrawny who will not rest and 
 play. People who play pray better. People 
 who play pay better, and only those who play 
 
100 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 once in a while know how delicious is work. 
 Old fundamental educational ideals down to a 
 half a century ago excluded play, but Froebel's 
 initiative is generally followed in all educational 
 systems to-day. Play is relaxation, it is the 
 physical exercise which furnishes a needed tonic 
 for the nerves and rest for the brain. If a man 
 would live to be old, he must faithfully use his 
 twenty-four hours a day. "Every man desires 
 to live long, but no man would be old." 1 
 
 A man is old when his work is done. "I feel 
 as young as ever I did," is the exultant cry of 
 the man who is "still achieving, still pursuing." 
 Men at work forget to grow old. "A man is as 
 young as he feels, a woman is as old as she looks." 
 
 Bounding ambition is a fine specific against in- 
 firmity. When W. W. Story was asked which 
 one of his masterpieces in marble gave him the 
 most satisfaction, he replied, "The one I am now 
 working upon." 
 
 "Give me health and a day," cried the philos- 
 opher. Ability and opportunity with health and 
 a day mean long and successful living, and the 
 defeat of old age. 
 
 "Forenoon and afternoon and night, Forenoon 
 
 and afternoon and night — Forenoon and — What? 
 The empty song repeats itself. No more? 
 Yes, what is life; make this forenoon sublime, 
 This afternoon a psalm, this night a prayer; 
 And time is conquered, and thy crown is won." 2 
 
 •Swift. 'E. R. Sill. 
 
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 A man in Eugene, Oregon, recently gave fifty 
 thousand dollars to found a theological seminary 
 in connection with the State University. A few 
 days later he was nearly struck by an automobile; 
 when he saw he wasn't killed, not even hurt, he 
 burst out in such a volley of profanity that they 
 arrested him and fined him five dollars for break- 
 ing the city ordinance. Many a man by his 
 own inconsistencies invalidates much of the good 
 he endeavors to do. After all, what a man does 
 will not be more influential for good than what 
 a man is. His ideals will furnish direction and 
 momentum to the arrows which go from his bow. 
 Character is the principal thing! That man 
 will not be able to make a life on twenty-four 
 hours a day or on twenty-four times twenty- 
 four hours who has not learned that he who 
 cheats his fellowmen cheats and defeats him- 
 self. 
 
 There is a glad side of things, and it is the 
 factorship of hope to find the bright side, to 
 dwell among the bright things, to preach the 
 gospel of the light, to rejoice evermore and to 
 keep this old earth ringing with gladdest music. 
 As the light pierces the black night with its 
 blazing shafts, so must hope run its aisles of 
 brightness through all ^the gloom and despair of 
 life. 
 
 The glad side of things may be logically pred- 
 icated and established upon a few simple prin- 
 ciples of Christian philosophy. God rules! — 
 
102 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 sometimes in "a mysterious way, his wonders 
 to perform," but 
 
 "His purposes are ripening fast, 
 Unfolding every hour." 
 
 There is a distinct upward tendency in the trend 
 of human events. God has been present at all 
 of the pivotal points in history — constraining, re- 
 buking, and controlling. A careful study of the 
 philosophy of history shows unmistakably the 
 influence of a great power. Design is as distinct 
 in history as in the printing press. There is a 
 manifest survival of the fittest — all history sus- 
 tains the claim of Jesus Christ — "the meek shall 
 inherit the earth." Paul's dictum, "All things 
 work together for good," has been continually 
 demonstrated in the lives of those who fill the 
 conditions of the promise, "to them that love 
 God." Love is obedience, obedience is order, 
 order is peace, and peace is happiness. 
 
 There may be a "glad side" even of mistakes. 
 Milton used to say, "I care not how many errors 
 are loose in the world, so long as truth is left to 
 run among them." John Brown's error at Har- 
 pers Ferry helped a nation of patriots to find 
 out the true way. There is great cause for anxiety, 
 and for awakening from lethargy on account of 
 the evils around us, but there is really no ground 
 for pessimism. A principle of Schopenhauer's 
 pessimistic philosophy is that "life is an evil"; 
 he joins hands with the Buddhist in welcoming 
 
SEEING THE BLUE IN THE SKY 103 
 
 death. Pessimism and paganism are despair, but 
 Christianity is hope. 
 
 There is a "glad side" to all of the trials and 
 conflicts of life. Struggle has characterized all 
 advancement. Time is usually indispensable to 
 success. "All things come round to him who 
 will but wait." Justice is sometimes delayed, but 
 the Dreyfuses are often brought back from exile. 
 A tiny baby was left on a doorstep. He was 
 without a name, and because he was a child he 
 was called George Washington Childs. At his 
 death multitudes mourned his death and rejoiced 
 on account of his life. He was a great journalist 
 and a boundless benefactor. Thomas A. Edison 
 was born in poverty, and at twelve years of age 
 was a train-boy on the Grand Trunk Railway. 
 The great Whitefield helped himself through Ox- 
 ford by blacking the shoes of the students. Nearly 
 every rich man in this country began life as a 
 poor boy. Bunyan and Cervantes wrote their 
 great masterpieces in prison; and but for the 
 afflictions of Milton and Dante and Scott there 
 would have been no "Paradise Lost," no "Divine 
 Comedy," and no "Ivanhoe." Nearly all great 
 philanthropies have been established, and are 
 liberally sustained, by those who have suffered. 
 During the Crimean War a cannon ball plowed 
 its way into a beautiful garden inside a fort, and 
 immediately there sprung up a fountain of cool 
 water. Trials often discover and develop the 
 best qualities of the soul. Patient struggle 
 
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 usually achieves, though sometimes victory comes 
 with tardy feet. When somebody sympathized 
 with an Irish hod-carrier because of his heavy 
 load and the high ladders, he replied, "Och, be- 
 gorra, I am coming down half of the timel" 
 
 There are even silver linings to the dark clouds 
 of affliction and death, when the toilsome tapestry 
 weaver remembers that the dark threads must 
 be woven with the bright ones, if the pattern of 
 life shall be wrought in harmony with the Master's 
 great thought. 
 
 The most miraculous thing that happens any 
 glorious day is the sunrise in the morning, but 
 there is not a sound — not a discordant note. 
 Rosy-fingered Aurora rolls up out of the night 
 in her chariot of fire; there is not a rumble of 
 the golden wheels; there is no champing of the 
 bits of the fiery steeds. All is a bursting climax 
 of blazing quietness. 
 
 "See now, that radiant bow of pillared fires 
 Spanning the hills like dawn until they lie in soft tranquillity 
 And all night's ghostly glooms asunder roll." 1 
 
 Cicero in one of his orations told the Roman 
 people that "a happy life consists in tranquillity 
 of mind." 
 
 Do we not love that sweet word "serenity"? 
 The "sweet serenities" of the hills. The highest 
 hilltops are the quietest, so is there calm in the 
 altitude of lofty character. The "sweet serenities" 
 
 1 D. M. Mulock. 
 
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 of love. Modern life is such a noisy thing. It 
 is a wonder that young people can fall in love 
 with such disturbing noises everywhere. When we 
 select our homes we should choose a quiet street. 
 The trolley, the telephone, the automobile are 
 such disquieting things. No wonder love now 
 and then has a hard time in the homes where 
 there is so much confusion — so much buzzing. I 
 tried to make my sermons for five years with the 
 continuous roar of an elevated railroad not two 
 hundred feet from my study windows. Nobody 
 ever did, ever can do his best in a ceaseless clash 
 of discordant sounds. "Quietness is strength." 
 No wonder Emerson and Hawthorne and Thoreau 
 and Alcott, and later Trowbridge could unfold a 
 permanent literature in the haunts of peaceful 
 Concord. If a cruel fate had placed them in a 
 crowded Boston town, probably their work would 
 never have been immortalized. Genius needs 
 quietude. 
 
 No wonder a certain business man of Los 
 Angeles has been compelled to go away for a long 
 rest. I was in his office some weeks ago. His 
 windows opened upon one of Broadway's busiest 
 corners, and the tall buildings made a sounding 
 board, and wild tornadoes of noises rolled up 
 from the streets below and made a conversation 
 nearly impossible. There is health in quietness, 
 there is mental tenacity in serenity. 
 
 In nature growth is not because of storms but 
 in spite of them. The tornado devastates; the 
 
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 flood uproots and lays waste, but in the calm of 
 day, in the serenity of the night, the mighty 
 forest trees sink deep and the gentle flowers dis- 
 till their fragrant alembics. 
 
 In "quietness there is strength, beauty," soul. 
 God made ten hours of night that in the tran- 
 quillity of sleep man should soothe his spirit, 
 smooth out the furrowed brow, and relax the 
 hard lines of care. The miracle of balmy sleep 
 is nature's "sweet restorer." A man is fit for 
 any task who will sleep enough. Sleep will 
 
 make him 
 
 "Serene, and resolute, and still 
 And calm and self-possessed." 1 
 
 "Still waters run deep." When the heart is 
 fathomless in its love; when the brain is deep and 
 thoughtful; when the faith reaches the depths 
 of love divine; when the currents of life run in 
 deep safe channels, then character is reaching 
 some of its holiest possibilities. The shallow 
 stream frets and foams and in the thirst of 
 some hot sun it disappears. The mighty Nile, 
 fed by the mountain snows, makes its way through 
 blistering deserts safely to the sea. Tranquillity 
 of soul is the reward of close communion with 
 the Great Serene Christ of the skies. 
 
 1 Longfellow. 
 
VI 
 
 THE NEW MINISTRY 
 
Bobbie Burns once in his diary wrote: "If ever any young 
 man in the vestibule of the world chance to throw his eyes over 
 these pages, let him pay a warm attention to the following obser- 
 vations, as I assure him that they are the fruit of a poor devil's 
 dear-bought experience. I have literally, like that great poet, 
 the great gallant, and by consequence great fool, Solomon, 
 turned my eyes to behold madness and folly; nay, I have with 
 all the ardor of a lively, fanciful, and whimsical imagination, 
 shaken hands with their intoxicating friendship. In the first 
 place, let my pupil, as he values his own peace, keep up a regular 
 and warm intercourse with the Deity." 
 
 Burns's love escapades and his moral lapses were not because 
 he had the base instincts of the profligate and degenerate fiber- 
 tine, but because he lacked self-control. He was the true friend 
 of men and the gallant defender of true womanhood, but his big, 
 affectionate nature went astray at times, because he did not, in 
 his own words, "keep up a regular and warm intercourse with 
 the Deity." 
 
 Bobbie Burns's tender and pathetic exhortation to us is, "Keep 
 up a regular and warm intercourse with the Deity." As his 
 shipwrecked bark tragically sinks in the turbulent tide of a wild 
 sea, he calls back to us, "Keep up a regular and warm inter- 
 course with the Deity." 
 
CHAPTER VI 
 THE NEW MINISTRY 
 
 While angels have occupied a beautifully 
 conspicuous place in the administration of God's 
 providences in the past, and no doubt many- 
 times appeared in person to direct and bless, it 
 must be acknowledged that during the Christian 
 dispensation there is no record that angels have 
 personally conferred with the holy men and 
 women of earth. This is, no doubt, because we 
 are dwelling in the dispensation of the Holy 
 Spirit, that mysterious and sublime Comforter 
 whom Jesus said he would send when he went 
 away. Nevertheless, if any person who has a 
 message and a ministry is one of God's angels, 
 then the world is fuller of angels of God to-day 
 than ever before in all the years. 
 
 When we read, "He shall give his angels charge 
 over thee to keep thee," we are to understand 
 that we are not only depending for guidance and 
 protection upon the heavenly host of angels, but 
 we are likewise to be protected and guided by 
 those persons on earth who have a ministry and 
 a message to the world from God. 
 
 Why, then, is not the farmer one of God's 
 angels, for with his industry in planting and 
 sowing and reaping is he not rendering a minis- 
 
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 try to the physical needs of mankind? It is folly 
 for us to depend upon heavenly visitants to supply 
 us with food if we do not accept the ministry of 
 the faithful farmer who comes to our doors with 
 the rewards of his labors to satisfy our hunger. 
 
 And so of the teacher of truth. He finds out 
 the hidden things of God and comes to the world 
 with a message. It is equal folly for us to expect 
 some heavenly guest to come to us and reveal 
 to us the wonders of astronomy and chemistry 
 and philosophy when by applying our humble 
 gifts we can acquire knowledge from faithful 
 teachers. Are not these teachers also God's 
 angels? 
 
 In this fearful world crisis through which 
 civilization and the divine ideals of freedom and 
 justice and righteousness have been passing, God 
 might have sent skies full of heavenly armies 
 to fight against a savage autocracy, but he did 
 not. However, were not these mighty hosts of 
 magnificent men from England, Canada, Aus- 
 tralia, France, Italy, and America God's angels 
 as they went forth with a gallant and ready minis- 
 try of military skill? 
 
 It is just as true that God has given his angels 
 charge over us to keep us when these human 
 armies of human angels have willingly responded 
 to the call of God and duty, as if militant Michael 
 had led a host out of the skies and defeated the 
 hostile hosts of Berlin. 
 
 And, too, when disease comes among us we are 
 
THE NEW MINISTRY 111 
 
 not fanatically and ignorantly to lift our eyes 
 toward the skies and expect heavenly angels to 
 come down and protect or cure. They do not 
 come down and till our fields and harvest the 
 crops. They do not come to occupy the teachers' 
 chairs in public school and college. They do not 
 come down to fight our battles in France against 
 the savage Hun. Why should we expect that 
 they will come to combat disease when, under 
 the direction of God's Holy Spirit, men have 
 gone forth and made a study of the cause and 
 cure of disease, and in many cases have dis- 
 covered absolute specifics against some diseases 
 and absolute cures for other diseases? Are not 
 skillful physicians and devoted nurses as much 
 God's angels, as they come with their intelligent 
 and sympathetic ministries, as if Gabriel came out 
 of the skies to touch the sick and make them well? 
 
 Therefore, when we are hungry, or ignorant, or 
 assailed by a wicked foe, or ill, or exposed to 
 illness or danger, we must accept the ministry 
 and the message of those about us who are pre- 
 pared to give to us a message and a ministry if 
 we would have the care of God's angels whom a 
 kind heavenly Father has sent to protect and 
 bless, comfort and keep us in all our ways. 
 
 The wonderful ninety-first psalm must not be 
 misunderstood. Like the thirty-fifth chapter of 
 Isaiah, which says, "No lion shall be there, nor 
 any ravenous beast shall go up thereon," and 
 the eleventh chapter of Isaiah, which declares 
 
112 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 "They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy 
 mountain," the statements of the ninety-first 
 psalm are partly in the nature of a prophecy, and 
 describe the condition which shall be enjoyed 
 when "the earth shall be full of the knowledge 
 of the Lord as the waters cover the sea." 
 
 It is evident that those who refuse to plant 
 and harvest, and simply trust that God will give 
 his angels charge over them, will starve to death. 
 And those who will not study, but who simply 
 trust God's angels to give them intelligence, will 
 remain in ignorance; and it is just as true that 
 when disease is abroad if we refuse to accept the 
 attention of faithful physicians and use care, and 
 quarantine, and specifics, and other preventives, 
 and merely trust that God will give his angels 
 charge over us to keep us in all our ways, we 
 will be likely to suffer and die of epidemics and 
 malignant diseases. 
 
 We are to pray and trust. Just as we trust God 
 for water, but we dig wells and gather water in 
 reservoirs, so in all other physical matters we are 
 to use the resources which a kind heavenly Father 
 has deposited in the air and earth and water; and 
 some day, when diseases and crime and selfishness 
 are gone out of the world — as they must go when 
 Christ comes in in his fulness — then "there shall 
 no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come 
 nigh thy dwelling," because all evil shall have 
 been driven out, and all tragic contagions shall 
 have disappeared. 
 
THE NEW MINISTRY 113 
 
 Just so long as people are careless, and poverty, 
 bad sanitation, crime, and licensed evils are per- 
 mitted to exist, the followers of God will not be 
 immune from suffering and the good will suffer 
 with the bad. And it is the height of folly simply 
 to pray for God's spiritual angels when God's 
 human angels are all about us ready to defend 
 and minister. 
 
 It is the duty of all God's believers to make 
 a strong and steady assault against the lions and 
 the adders and the young lions and the dragons 
 which invest society, and help to build the great 
 highway which shall be called "the way of holi- 
 ness," where "the redeemed of the Lord shall 
 walk," and where "they shall obtain joy and 
 gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away," 
 and "a little child shall lead them." 
 
 Some of these victorious days God's human 
 angels will have so come up to the help of the 
 Lord against the mighty that all wars and pov- 
 erties and vices and diseases will be gone for- 
 ever from the habitations of mankind. 
 
 There is no honor or happiness equal to being 
 even one of God's most humble human angels. 
 I think more of Martha than of her sister Mary, 
 for while Mary sat and dreamed of God's spiritual 
 angels and folded her hands in solemn medita- 
 tion, Martha went about a busy ministry. Mary 
 cast her burden on the Lord, and, as Kipling says, 
 the Lord placed it upon Martha. Whenever 
 people in their misapprehensions refuse to carry 
 
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 their own care some one else has to carry it 
 for them. All honor and praise to the human 
 angels who not only see the things that ought 
 to be done, but who go forward to do them. 
 
 One afternoon at a hospital recently I was 
 greeted by one of the capable and successful 
 young doctors of the city. He was big, strong, 
 jovial, happy in his skillful ministries to his many 
 patients. One week from that time he fell a 
 victim to the prevailing disease, and a little wife 
 and her baby, and many little mothers and their 
 babies will miss the love and the tender ministries 
 of a beloved husband and an attentive physician. 
 I think that when that noble fellow appeared in 
 the skies he was given the rich reward of being 
 one of God's human angels. 
 
 And in a thousand years the stain of brutality 
 which indelibly disgraces German militarism can 
 never be wiped out as the story of the martyr- 
 dom of the trained nurse, gentle, fearless, beauti- 
 ful Edith Cavell, is told and retold. She was 
 one of God's human angels to take her immortal 
 place beside Florence Nightingale, "the angel 
 of the Crimea." Her last words before those 
 cruel demons shot were: "I see now that patriot- 
 ism is not enough; I must die without hatred or 
 bitterness toward anyone. I can do all things 
 through Christ which strengtheneth me." 
 
 And when the Hun was devastating innocent 
 and helpless Belgium was not the faithful priest 
 a holy human angel as he remained to plead and 
 
THE NEW MINISTRY 115 
 
 suffer, not forsaking his post even when he re- 
 ceived word from the Vatican that the pope 
 could do nothing for the afflicted Roman Catholics 
 of Flanders? Most unenviable, indeed, to-day is 
 the relation of the Holy See to the great world 
 crisis. The huge, autocratic, ecclesiastical organ- 
 ization which refused to go to the help of suffer- 
 ing Belgium will not find a recovering humanity 
 asking for help in the mighty movements of 
 world reconstruction. With military autocracy 
 gone from Germany and Europe, ecclesiastical 
 autocracy will not long be tolerated in Europe and 
 the world. The neutrality of the Roman pontiff 
 in the hours when religion and justice and right- 
 eousness were hanging in the balance was ecclesi- 
 asticism's unpardonable sin. The fetish of papal 
 infallibility is both pitiful and ludicrous, but 
 Father Mercier was one of God's human an- 
 gels. 
 
 And what shall be said of those human angels 
 who, as loving parents, bring to the home their 
 tender ministries and messages? After one of 
 those fearful attacks upon our American boys at 
 the front, when our line stood firm although many 
 brave lads were killed and wounded, John R. 
 Mott said to General Edwards: "General, how do 
 you explain it? How is it possible for these boys 
 to come from their peaceful homes right into 
 the teeth of such a terrible experience, and to 
 stand up before it like veterans?" 
 
 And the gallant soldier promptly replied: "Mr. 
 
116 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 Mott, it is very simple. I give all the credit to 
 the influence of the American mother." 
 
 Even so, the boys of the American army real- 
 ized that they were fighting not only to protect 
 but to fulfill the ideals and expectations of their 
 mothers. This war was, in a way unknown be- 
 fore to history, a mother's war. The Prussian 
 made his war upon the home and the mother- 
 hood of Belgium and France, and the men in the 
 Allied armies fought to defend the homes and the 
 mothers of the world, and to punish those who 
 brought suffering upon mothers and their children. 
 
 "He was a little Belgian lad 
 
 Whom war had somehow failed to mar, 
 
 Almost a baby face he had, 
 
 Bewildered now and vaguely sad. 
 
 'Where are you going in the wind and rain? 
 And must you travel far?' 
 
 He said, 'I've started out to find 
 
 The country where the mothers are.' "* 
 
 Gipsy Smith went from England to comfort and 
 inspire the brave British boys. One day the 
 order came to go "over the top." Gipsy knew the 
 boys personally and their fathers and mothers 
 and wives and children at home; and just before 
 the command was executed, they all knelt to- 
 gether and he prayed for them and for the great 
 cause for which they were fighting. And away 
 they went in a storm of shrapnel and through 
 the barbed wire entanglements. It was a deadly 
 battle — a fearful shamble. 
 
 1 Grace Hazard Conklin. 
 
THE NEW MINISTRY 117 
 
 When those who survived came back, Gipsy- 
 was waiting for them, and he tells the story: 
 "As they were coming back there was a lad on a 
 stretcher with his face soaked with blood. I knew 
 his mother, and I thought of what she would have 
 done. I stooped and 1 kissed his bloody face, in 
 memory of the mother. I said to the attendants, 
 'How bruised and shattered his head is!' I 
 thought the lad was too far gone to understand. 
 But he not only understood, he recognized my 
 voice. He said, 'Gipsy, am I going to Blighty, 
 or am I going West?' And I told him the truth. 
 'Son, you are going West.' He was quiet for a 
 moment, and then he managed to speak so that 
 I could hear him, and he said in short whispering 
 gasps: 'Tell Mother I am not afraid to die. Tell 
 her I have found Christ. Tell her it is glorious 
 to die for liberty.' He had not failed his mother, 
 his country, or his God." 
 
 It is not hard for me to believe that Gipsy 
 Smith was one of God's angels that day, as he 
 ministered to that dying boy, and tenderly kissed 
 him in behalf of the little mother at home. 
 
 One radiant California afternoon my pastoral 
 duties called me out of my study, and in driving 
 along an open part of the city I saw a tiny lad 
 with his kite in his hand leave his cozy cottage 
 home, and as he departed he called back "Good- 
 by, mother!" and with exquisite tenderness a 
 gracious young woman replied, "Good-by, my son; 
 be careful!" And the little man went off to his 
 
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 happy play; and "Good-by, mother!" and the 
 beautiful scene of the mother and her picturesque 
 little home lingered with me. And as the years 
 come and go wherever that noble boy shall wan- 
 der in the flying of his kite of ambition and duty, 
 those loving words will follow him — "Good-by, my 
 son; be careful!" And no seas will be boisterous 
 enough, and no storms thunderous enough, and 
 no barrage of battle with its terrific uproar will be 
 loud enough to drown the soft accents of that 
 sweetest of all voices — "Good-by, my son; be 
 careful!" And, perhaps, some day, in the long 
 distant future, when the mother is helpless with 
 infirmity, she will wholly and trustfully lean upon 
 the strong arm and the loving heart of that child 
 to full manhood grown. And some unexpected 
 day she will glide away upon a quiet sea, and out 
 of the golden glory of the sunset hour she will 
 again call back to him, "Good-by, my son; be 
 careful!" A mother divine, God's most perfect 
 creation — one of God's angels. 
 
 "He shall give his angels charge over thee, 
 To keep thee in all thy ways!" 
 
 As in the past, so in the New Day God must 
 needs depend upon his happy human angels. 
 
VII 
 MONUMENTS 
 
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, 
 Hast built thyself a life-long monument. 
 
 — Milton's Epitaph to Shakespeare. 
 
 Monuments! what are they? the very pyramids have for- 
 gotten their builders, or to whom they were dedicated. Deeds, 
 not stones, are the true monuments of the great. — Motley. 
 
 There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since 
 those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recog- 
 nition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not 
 worthy of one. — Hawthorne. 
 
CHAPTER VII 
 MONUMENTS 
 
 One day, with my heart filled with surging 
 emotions and tragic memories, I stood by the 
 glistening memorial to William McKinley which 
 the sympathetic citizens of Buffalo have erected 
 at an advantageous point where many streets 
 converge. There it stands in marble beauty, 
 pointing its finger to the skies, a token of the pure 
 character of a martyr to liberty, and likewise of 
 the place where his white soul dwells in eternal 
 mansions. 
 
 The custom of rearing monuments to com- 
 memorate important historical events, and as 
 grateful memorials to personal courage and char- 
 acter and achievement, is most ancient. 
 
 Jacob, after his notable night and vision at 
 Bethel, where he discovered God in an unexpected 
 place, and found the very gate of heaven, erected 
 a pillar to mark the event and the spot. 
 
 When the children of Israel passed over the 
 Jordan dry shod, they built a monument of twelve 
 stones, representing the twelve tribes, to com- 
 memorate the fact that God had wrought a 
 great miracle in order to deliver his chosen peo- 
 ple. 
 
 Poor recalcitrant and disobedient Absalom, fear- 
 
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 ing that "no one would keep his name in remem- 
 brance," erected a monument to himself in the 
 king's dale, where it still stands; and for hundreds 
 of years it has been the custom for each passer-by 
 to pick up a stone and hurl it at the tomb to show 
 his contempt for the character of this handsome 
 ingrate. 
 
 When beautiful Rachel's life went out at the 
 birth of Benjamin, Jacob erected a costly and 
 graceful pillar over her precious dust. 
 
 The highways of civilization are marked with 
 arches, pillars, obelisks, pyramids, and tablets of 
 marble and bronze. Among prehistoric peoples 
 sepulchral mounds were constructed called tumuli, 
 and are found to-day in many parts of America, 
 Asia, and Africa. 
 
 At Heliopolis the ancient Egyptians erected a 
 Temple to the Sun and a group of obelisks which 
 lifted their pink granite fingers like sun's rays 
 toward the skies and were covered with strange 
 hieroglyphics. They have been called Cleo- 
 patra's Needles and have been removed to differ- 
 ent parts of the world, one having been placed in 
 Central Park, New York city. Only one obelisk 
 has been left standing at the site of the ancient 
 temple. It is surrounded by the stubble of an 
 unfertile grain field, and not far away is a miser- 
 able village whose inhabitants eke out a scanty 
 subsistence from the baksheesh of the not often 
 liberal tourists. 
 
 In the year B. C. 353 King Mausolus at Hali- 
 
MONUMENTS 123 
 
 carnassus commenced a massive memorial, thus 
 giving his own name to the mausoleums of modern 
 times. It was completed after his death by Arte- 
 mesia, his wife. Scopas and other great sculptors 
 and architects immortalized themselves in this 
 colossal structure, which came to be known as one 
 of the Seven Wonders of the World. To-day 
 only bits of the frieze of this remarkable edifice 
 remain and may be seen in the British Museum. 
 In making excavations a few centuries ago beauti- 
 ful colored marbles and elaborately carved col- 
 umns were found, but these invaluable treasures 
 were heedlessly used for making lime by the ignor- 
 ant natives. 
 
 How short-lived, indeed, is the influence of that 
 nation which depends upon its material grandeur 
 and superstructures to influence succeeding gen- 
 erations! 
 
 In 1799 there was found in northern Egypt a 
 treasure of great importance to the scholars. It 
 is called the Rosetta Stone and bears upon its sur- 
 face parallel inscriptions in Egyptian hieroglyph- 
 ics and in the Greek. By means of the Rosetta 
 Stone a key was found to the hieroglyphics which 
 until this great discovery had baffled the efforts of 
 the most brilliant students, and they were en- 
 abled to add much to the verified history of these 
 ancient peoples. But among all of the memorial 
 stones of other generations none contributed so 
 much to the learning of the years as the Moabite 
 Stone, which was found in 1868 near Dhiban, east 
 
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 of the Jordan. The Moabite stone was erected 
 by Mesha, king of Moab, B. C. 900, in commemo- 
 ration of his deliverance from the Israelites. This 
 story is engraved on the stone, and is not only the 
 oldest monument of the Semitic alphabet, but it 
 clearly confirms the Bible history as recorded in 
 the book of the Kings. Next to the testimony of 
 eyewitnesses, monumental evidence is considered 
 the strongest. 
 
 The most remarkable and colossal monument 
 on the earth to-day is the Great Pyramid of Egypt, 
 built by Cheops in the year 2800 before Christ. 
 There it stands defying the ravages of the tooth of 
 time, and mutely telling of the gigantic enterprise 
 of a bygone age. Isaiah is supposed to refer to 
 it when in the nineteenth chapter of his prophecy 
 he says: "In that day shall there be an altar to 
 the Lord in the midst of the land of Egypt, and a 
 pillar at the border thereof to the Lord. And it 
 shall be for a sign and for a witness unto the Lord 
 of hosts in the land of Egypt; for they shall cry 
 unto the Lord because of the oppressors, and he 
 shall send them a saviour, and a great one, and 
 he shall deliver them." 
 
 This remarkable structure covers thirteen acres, 
 and its slant height reaching to an apex is more 
 than five hundred feet. It is still a problem to 
 architects to know how this massive pile was con- 
 structed, for it is known that the quarries were 
 many miles distant. Multitudes of workmen 
 must have been engaged for an indefinite time; 
 
MONUMENTS 125 
 
 and without steam and modern appliances they 
 were able to lift the heaviest blocks of stone and 
 granite. It seems to have rendered a double pur- 
 pose. Its grand gallery would appear to indicate 
 that provision for a telescope had entered into its 
 construction and had been used for astronomical 
 observations, and after the death of the builder it 
 was to serve as a tomb for himself and his queen, 
 as there are two chambers deep in the heart of 
 the structure, in one of which there still remains a 
 sarcophagus. 
 
 The most exquisite memorial in the world is the 
 Taj Mahal, in Agra, India. It was built in 1629 
 as a mausoleum by the Shah Jehan, in memory of 
 his favorite wife, at the fabulous cost of $50,000,- 
 000. It is constructed of white marble and is em- 
 bellished with numberless delicate and intricate 
 designs; and justifies, indeed, the definition of 
 some rapturous poet that such "architecture is 
 frozen music." 
 
 The word "monument" is derived from the 
 Latin "monere" which means to warn and to ad- 
 monish. Nations erect monuments to the mem- 
 ory of men who have become the incarnation of 
 the ideals of a generation. Every great man is a 
 resultant. As the mountains rest upon the foot- 
 hills, so do great men depend for their lofty 
 stature upon the multitudes of humble men upon 
 whose shoulders they stand. A man becomes 
 great when he is able to incorporate in himself and 
 in his actions and utterances the dreams and 
 
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 visions of those who have preceded him and are 
 contemporaneous with him. A man is great when 
 he becomes the spokesman of a mighty truth which 
 the multitudes are feeling and believing. 
 
 All great reforms commence with the common 
 people, among the humble and unknown. The 
 pioneer comes out of the lower strata of society. 
 At first he is ridiculed and often put to death, but 
 the truth for which he suffers survives him, and 
 some one else seizes the torch from his faltering 
 hand; but the John Browns and the Lovejoys and 
 the Garrisons are always followed by the Wilber- 
 forces and the Lincolns. The pioneers do not 
 usually have the monuments — the humble people 
 are forgotten; but when the monuments are un- 
 veiled to the Lincolns, and the praises of the Lin- 
 colns are being sung throughout the land, the true 
 student of events knows that as the greater always 
 includes the lesser, so every word spoken or sung 
 in praise of the Lincolns is a word of acknowledg- 
 ment and appreciation of the Garrisons and the 
 Lovejoys and the John Browns, without whom the 
 Lincolns would have been impossible. 
 
 Any man who is to-day valiantly defending his 
 convictions and ideals, however humble he may 
 be, is contributing his modest part to a condition 
 which later will find expression and crystalliza- 
 tion in some man or group of men who will carry 
 these ideals and convictions to their inevitable 
 and glorious fruition. We call a man a great man 
 and build a monument to his memory when he has 
 
MONUMENTS 127 
 
 gathered into his own heart and life and person- 
 ality the ideals of his age. 
 
 That is, therefore, the true meaning of Wash- 
 ington's Monument in Washington, D. C; of the 
 Faith monument at Plymouth; of the Pillar at 
 Bunker Hill; of Grant's Tomb on the Hudson; of 
 the glistening memorials to Lee and Jefferson 
 Davis in Richmond; of General Jackson in New 
 Orleans; of Daniel Webster in Washington; of 
 Lincoln at Springfield; of Farragut in Madison 
 Square and of General Sherman in Central Park, 
 New York; of St. Gaudens's bas-relief of Robert 
 Gould Shaw in Boston, and of Frances Willard in 
 the nation's capital. 
 
 There are three notable monuments to very 
 humble women in the world. One is in New 
 Orleans. It is a monument to Margaret. She 
 was a baker and she is represented in the marble 
 as sitting in her old fashioned rocking-chair. She 
 always maintained her humble dress and manners 
 and methods of living. She amassed a fortune, 
 all of which was left to the orphans of New 
 Orleans. 
 
 In Edinburgh, Scotland, is a beautiful testi- 
 monial to Catharine St. Clair. She served the 
 poor and never dreamed that she was great. After 
 a life of unselfish devotion she went up to her coro- 
 nation, and a grateful people erected a monument 
 to her memory, and no one was permitted to give 
 more than a six-pence. 
 
 The other of these three monuments is to 
 
128 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 Mary Jones. It stands in the midst of the ruins 
 of the cottage in which she lived in Wales, and 
 bears the inscription: "In memory of Mary Jones, 
 who in the year 1800 at the age of 18 walked from 
 here to Belo to procure a copy of a Welsh Bible. 
 This incident was the occasion of the organiza- 
 tion of the British and Foreign Bible Society." 
 This monument was erected by the Sunday 
 school scholars. You will remember that this 
 little girl found after her long journey that there 
 were no more Bibles for distribution, and re- 
 turned sadly to her home. 
 
 On September 30, 1907, the McKinley Mauso- 
 leum was dedicated at Canton, Ohio, with im- 
 posing ceremonies. Over one million people con- 
 tributed to the six hundred thousand dollars 
 which was the cost of this beautiful memorial. 
 It bears two inscriptions, one of which is taken 
 from his last speech in Buffalo: 
 
 "Let us ever remember that our interest is in 
 concord, not conflict, and that our real eminence 
 rests in the victories of peace, not those of war." 
 
 The other inscription is as follows: 
 
 "Wm. McKinley, President of the United 
 States; a statesman, singularly gifted to unite 
 the discordant forces of government, and mould 
 the diverse purposes of men toward progressive 
 and salutary action; a magistrate whose poise of 
 judgment was tested and vindicated in a succes- 
 sion of national emergencies; a good citizen, brave 
 soldier, wise executive, helper and leader of men, 
 
MONUMENTS 129 
 
 exemplar to his people of the virtues that build 
 and conserve the state, society, and the home." 
 
 There is another kind of monument far more 
 important than these which are constructed of 
 granite and bronze, and referred to by our Lord 
 when he said of Mary: "This that she hath done 
 shall be spoken of as a memorial of her." It is 
 the monument of deeds. 
 
 "Go put your creed into your deeds," said 
 Emerson; and Horace in one of his immortal odes 
 sang: 
 
 "I've reared a monument alone 
 More durable than brass or stone, 
 Whose cloudy summit is more hid 
 Than regal height of pyramid — 
 I shall not surely die!" 
 
 Deeds build imperishable monuments. Un- 
 merited monuments will fall sooner or later into 
 ruins; and what is more pathetic than a monu- 
 ment which has survived the memory of the 
 name upon it? Pliny the Younger wrote: "The 
 erection of a monument is superfluous; the memory 
 of us will last if we have deserved it in our lives." 
 
 When one has spent several hours in Saint 
 Paul's magnificent minster in London, and with 
 increasing wonder has honored the noble skill 
 of the great architect who suspended this massive 
 dome between heaven and earth, his admiration 
 for the modest builder will substantially increase 
 when far down in the floor of the crypt of the 
 cathedral, upon a slab under his feet, he finds 
 
130 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 the name of Christopher Wren and the simple 
 inscription over his dust, "Si Monumentum 
 requiris circwnspice" — "If you would seek his 
 monument, look about you." 
 
 In these after-war days, when monuments are 
 being projected and erected to commemorate the 
 valor of American soldiers, we may recall the 
 remark of Napoleon, "Brave deeds are the mon- 
 uments of brave men." 
 
 If a man's deeds are not his greatest monument, 
 then no pillar of granite can give him true immor- 
 tality. We are immortal till our work is done; 
 and a man's work is not done so long as the influ- 
 ence of his deeds abides. 
 
 "Virtue alone outbuilds the pyramids, 
 Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall." 
 
 Contrast with the monuments of noble deeds 
 those monuments which men build for themselves 
 because they are sure their fellow men will never 
 give them such recognition. Such monuments 
 are not honored memorials, but danger signals 
 placed upon the edges of the dizzy precipices of 
 vanity and egotism. Such monuments will al- 
 ways be treated with contemptuous disregard. 
 There is such a monument in a beautiful cemetery 
 in Oakland, California. It was built by a rich 
 egotist before he died, and it is a dismal reminder 
 to all who pass by of the inordinate self-adoration 
 of a weak and vain creature. 
 
 A grateful posterity will not forget its true bene- 
 
MONUMENTS 131 
 
 factors, and a discriminating posterity will not 
 remember unworthy ancestors, though their names 
 and figures should be carved out of granite moun- 
 tains. The wise Cato said, "I would rather men 
 would ask why my statue is not set up than why 
 it is." Indeed, reading and observation make it 
 evident that those who do not feel themselves 
 worthy of monuments are those whose memory is 
 kept green by a grateful future. 
 
 In Geneva, Switzerland, is a colossal equestrian 
 statue of the Duke of Burgundy, who condi- 
 tioned large gifts to the city provided the citizens 
 should erect this very ostentatious monument. 
 Not far away in a modest graveyard is a plain slab 
 marked "J. C." Here lies the dust of John Cal- 
 vin, the great Swiss reformer and theologian, and 
 one of the heroic builders of the Christian Church. 
 Deeds, noble deeds were Calvin's greatest me- 
 morials. 
 
 How often God makes the wrath of men to 
 praise him is forcibly illustrated in the little town 
 of Aosta in a valley of Switzerland in sight of 
 Mont Blanc and the Matterhorn. Here Calvin 
 failed to establish the theocratic government which 
 five years later was in successful operation in 
 Geneva. And, in passing, let us remind our- 
 selves that our fathers borrowed many of the 
 ideas of our American republic from the successful 
 experiments of John Calvin in his republic in 
 Geneva. In this town of Aosta, in the middle of 
 a narrow thoroughfare, his implacable enemies 
 
132 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 placed a small monument which bears the strange 
 inscription that it was erected to commemorate 
 the failure of John Calvin to introduce Protes- 
 tantism into Italy. They crowded Calvin out of 
 Aosta as his bitter foes drove Jesus out of Caper- 
 naum; and as Capernaum is in ignominious ruins 
 to-day so would Aosta be unknown save as it is 
 associated with the mistreatment of the great 
 reformer. 
 
 There is another monument, however, to Calvin 
 in Aosta. It is unique and perhaps the most pic- 
 turesque in the world. There is an uncomfort- 
 able wind that blows in the valley of Aosta every 
 day, rising regularly at eleven o'clock and lasting 
 until four in the afternoon. Four hundred years 
 ago the people, to disparage the great teacher 
 whom they would not receive, called it "Calvin's 
 wind." This strange ethereal and invisible me- 
 morial has lasted through these hurrying centuries; 
 and by a singular irony of fate will continue as 
 long as the valley of Aosta is populated, to per- 
 petuate the name and memory of a man whose dis- 
 dainful contemporaries sought to consign to early 
 contumely and everlasting oblivion. This is a 
 half-facetious application of an old adage, "The 
 winds and the waves are always on the side of the 
 ablest navigators." 
 
 Deeds are the only enduring memorials. Deeds ! 
 Deeds! A deed begun is half-done. 
 
 A few years ago 1 a letter appeared in the Century 
 
 'December, 1886. 
 
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 Magazine from E. W. Whitney complaining that 
 the nation had never erected a monument to his 
 illustrious father, who had invented the cotton-gin. 
 The son need not suffer alarm. Eli Whitney has 
 an imperishable name more enduring than a statue 
 of bronze. He was one of the greatest benefac- 
 tors of the South. By his machine instead of one 
 pound of cotton a day by hand, fifty pounds could 
 be cleaned. His invention enriched England and 
 made the South financially and commercially. 
 
 The great historian Macaulay wrote: "What 
 Peter the Great did to make Russia dominant, Eli 
 Whitney's invention of the cotton-gin has more 
 than equaled in its relation to the power and the 
 progress of the United States." For instance, in 
 1790 thirty millions pounds of raw cotton were 
 sent to England, while in 1860, seventy years 
 later, one thousand million pounds were shipped. 
 In 1790 a field-hand slave was worth only two 
 hundred and fifty dollars, and in 1860 he was 
 worth one thousand six hundred dollars. 
 
 I have no objection to some material monument 
 to Eli Whitney, but his place is forever assured in 
 memorials of gratitude which are permanent and 
 imperishable. 
 
 At the close of the Civil War General Armstrong 
 was placed in charge of a company of Negroes who 
 were contrabands of war, and he began to teach 
 these colored people how to work out their own 
 salvation. It was a prodigious task. He was 
 laughed at by the whites and execrated by the 
 
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 blacks; but on he went, taking as his motto, 
 "Doing what cannot be done is the glory of living." 
 He died of overwork all too soon, and in his diary 
 were found the words: "I have never known what 
 self-sacrifice means." One day a raw-boned but 
 industrious Negro lad came to Hampton and fell 
 under the influence of this great man; and General 
 Armstrong lived again in the notable career of 
 Booker T. Washington. 
 
 On one of America's historic battlefields is an 
 imposing monument standing near the point of 
 surrender, and rising to a height of nearly two 
 hundred feet. A mile away the beautiful, deep- 
 blue Hudson flows majestically toward the sea, 
 and all about the massive granite pile lies the his- 
 toric battlefield. To be sure, "the smoke that 
 hung upon the hills of Saratoga's battlefield on 
 that sad, autumn day has lifted long ago and 
 healing grasses grow in those deep gashes cut by 
 shot and cannon balls. Now the wild plum 
 blooms on those green hills and robins sing their 
 roundelays among the apple boughs. The grass is 
 fresh with summer rain and wild flowers bloom in 
 that same soil which was wet with human blood." 1 
 
 From the monument comes a most striking and 
 impressive lesson. Just above the entrances on 
 the four sides of the monument are four niches 
 provided for fine bronze statues of heroic size of 
 the victors of that memorable battle of Saratoga. 
 In the niche facing the east is the statue of General 
 
 1 Charles Coke Woods. 
 
MONUMENTS 135 
 
 Philip Schuyler — Schuyler, of whom it has been 
 said that "General Gates never would have cap- 
 tured Burgoyne had he not followed the plans of 
 General Schuyler and taken his advice." Looking 
 toward the west is General Daniel Morgan, and 
 facing the north is General Horatio Gates. 
 
 There is a fourth niche facing the south, but it 
 is empty. It should have been occupied by one 
 whose brilliant deeds helped to make the victory 
 at Saratoga possible. Indeed, the niche faces the 
 scenes of his most heroic achievements. But the 
 niche is empty, "save as spiders spin their tangled 
 webs among its sullen shadows" — empty because 
 one of the heroes of Saratoga later became a 
 betrayer of his country. The brave soldier who 
 was nearly fatally wounded at Saratoga lived to 
 strike a remorseless blow at his country's weal, 
 and Benedict Arnold's niche is forever unoccupied. 
 
 It is possible for men who have nobly achieved 
 to come to some sad, subsequent day when sonie 
 one deed of vengeance or of vice shall with dis- 
 graceful blot stain back through all the leaves of 
 life already turned. 
 
 As one stands before the empty niche at Sara- 
 toga its message sinks deep into the heart. What 
 a man does can never be any better than what a 
 man is. And must we not be increasingly on our 
 guard against the temptations which assail the 
 man who has already enjoyed some of life's suc- 
 cesses? And it must not be forgotten that any 
 vantage ground of fulfilled ambitions does not 
 
136 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 make safe any dalliance with evil in any of its 
 insidious forms. And likewise it must be remem- 
 bered that certain fearful temptations will come 
 to men in middle life which did not assail them 
 in their earlier years. Never in youth or in ma- 
 turity must there be an instant's truce between 
 virtue and vice. 
 
 "We are building every day, 
 In a good or evil way, 
 And the structure as it grows 
 Must our inmost self disclose, 
 Till in every arch and line 
 All our hidden faults outshine. 
 
 "Do you ask what building this 
 That can show both pain and bliss, 
 That can be both dark and fair? 
 Lo! its name is Character. 
 Build it well, whate'er you do! 
 Build it straight and strong and true, 
 Build it clean and high and broad, 
 Build it for the eye of God." 1 
 
 When Ole Bull, the great Norwegian violinist, 
 was in this country he was assailed by much 
 hostile criticism. Mr. James Gordon Bennett 
 offered him the columns of the New York Herald 
 to reply to his traducers. In broken English, he 
 thanked the editor, saying, "I tink, Mr. Bennett, 
 it is best tey writes against me, and I play against 
 tern." 
 
 Deeds! Deeds! Our work is our best defense. 
 If we bring things to pass, our enemies are soon 
 
 1 James Buckbam. 
 
MONUMENTS 137 
 
 defeated. "Christ never wrote a tract, but he 
 went about doing good." 1 
 
 The most exquisite structure in the United 
 States is the Congressional Library in Washing- 
 ton, D. C. When an Indian from the Western 
 plains gazed upon its storied splendor and dazzling 
 interior, he reverently asked, "Made by man?" 
 And they answered him, 
 
 "The hand of man hath builded, 
 
 But behind was the heart of God." 
 
 Deeds! Deeds! A boy from Eton school went 
 over to London and was appalled by the squalor 
 and misery which everywhere abounded. His 
 heart went out especially for the poor unfor- 
 tunate boys. He went down under London 
 Bridge, and with him went two wharf-rats as his 
 first scholars. He got a barrel, and a board, and 
 a couple of candles, and some old books, and 
 started his first night school. And to-day Quin- 
 ton Hogg's polytechnic schools are all over Great 
 Britain, and in her distant colonies as well, and 
 armies of men are praising the name and holding 
 sacred the memory of a man of heart and deeds. 
 
 An atheist who spent a few days with the holy 
 Fenelon said, "If I stay here much longer, I shall 
 be a Christian in spite of myself," and yet the 
 saintly man had not spoken a word of solicitation. 
 A great man said, "I tried to be a skeptic when 
 a young man, but my mother's life was too 
 much for me." 
 
 1 Horace Mann. 
 
VIII 
 THE NEW GENTLENESS 
 
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. — Dryden. 
 
 And thus he bore without abuse 
 The grand old name of gentleman. 
 
 — Tennyson. 
 
 His life was gentle, and the elements 
 So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up 
 And say to all the world, "This was a man!" 
 
 — Shakespeare. 
 
CHAPTER VIII 
 
 THE NEW GENTLENESS 
 
 "Thy gentleness hath made me great" are not 
 the words of an exquisitely beautiful woman like 
 the mother of Samuel, or of the sweet Virgin 
 Mother of Nazareth, whose divine gentleness had 
 made them great in the sight of God and man, 
 but they are the soul outburst of a mighty vic- 
 torious warrior, the Grant or Foeh of Israel, even 
 so far away as a thousand years before Bethle- 
 hem's star twinkled above the wondering shep- 
 herds. 
 
 It is told in the records of the history of Israel, 
 according to the Second Book of Samuel, that the 
 Philistines, the long-time enemies of Israel, who 
 had been often defeated but never exterminated, 
 "had yet war again" with the hosts of the Most 
 High. In this battle not only was the army of 
 Philistia led forth by one giant as when David, 
 when only a shepherd boy, vanquished the gar- 
 rulous giant of Gath, but in this conflict even 
 four mighty giants, one of whom was "the brother 
 of Goliath the Gittite," with fiendish vengeance 
 "defied Israel"; but these haughty giants one and 
 all "fell by the hand of David and by the hand of 
 his servants." 
 
 After the overwhelming victory David's grate- 
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 ful soul broke forth in a tumultuous song of 
 thanksgiving, which as never before we now 
 appreciate, because we too are seeking to ade- 
 quately express our gratitude to the Almighty 
 Father for victories in battle which he vouch- 
 safed to those who fought for God and humanity. 
 
 This outburst of praiseful melody is found not 
 only in the historic setting in Samuel, but appears 
 also in the collection of songs known as "The 
 Psalms." They are identical except for a few 
 unimportant verbal discrepancies. 
 
 It is a magnificent triumphant ode which 
 reaches the dimensions of real grandeur — an im- 
 passioned and divinely inspired anthem of pro- 
 phetic praise; a successful effort of a soul full of 
 rapture to magnify the great and mighty Jehovah. 
 It finds a beautiful antithesis in the Magnificat 
 of the radiant Virgin Mother when she sang, ex- 
 ultingly, "My soul doth magnify the Lord!" 
 
 There are many striking and artistic lines in 
 this masterpiece of the Warrior Poet, such as: 
 
 "The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and 
 my deliverer." 
 
 "He rode upon a cherub, and did fly; 
 Yea, he flew swiftly upon the wings of the 
 wind." 
 
 "He brought me forth also into a large place." 
 
 "For by thee I have run through a troop; 
 And by my God do I leap over a wall." 
 
THE NEW GENTLENESS 143 
 
 In the midst of these majestic strains there is a 
 soft refrain which sings itself into our memory 
 and awakens our ever increasing wonder: "And 
 thy gentleness hath made me great." That is, 
 great, not in his own humble sight, nor before 
 the Mighty God and the Everlasting Father, but 
 great in the eyes of men who have beheld his 
 triumphant victory. 
 
 But our profound interest gathers about that 
 marvelous word, which to even pronounce it — 
 "gentleness" — exorcises from our spirits, and even 
 from our voices, all harshness and discord: 
 "Gentle" — "gentleness" — "Thy gentleness hath 
 made me great." 
 
 What is this mystic, divine quality which be- 
 longs to God and which when passed over to man 
 makes him useful, and happy, and victorious as 
 he fares forth to fight the battles of justice and 
 truth and righteousness? 
 
 None of the versions of the Scriptures are 
 willing to displace this word of rhythm and of 
 beauty. Like the word "charity" — "the greatest 
 of these is charity" — it belongs unchanged to the 
 vocabulary of true greatness. "With thy meek- 
 ness thou hast multiplied me." We may seek 
 their synonyms and define gentleness as meek- 
 ness, or condescension, or clemency, or kindness, 
 and charity as love, and dearness, but at the last 
 we come back and find our fullest satisfaction in 
 the words themselves, "gentleness" — "charity." 
 
 The completest definition of gentleness is found 
 
144 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 in the Man of Galilee — the Son of Mary and of 
 God — "Earth's first gentleman," Jesus Christ of 
 Nazareth. 
 
 Gentleness is meekness, but meekness is not 
 weakness; it is strength. Is not gentleness strength 
 controlled? Moses, we were taught in our child- 
 hood's catechism, was the meekest of men, but 
 was ever a leader and administrator so virile 
 and brave as was he; able to control the raging 
 passions of men, and in the blazing glory of 
 shaking Sinai to look even into the face of God! 
 A man of mightiest mentality, of stalwart figure, 
 of unswerving fidelity — a man of vigorous per- 
 sonality, so human, so divine that no other man 
 has ever been so trusted with such sacred and 
 profound secrets of God — and yet among the 
 ancient humans he was the apotheosis of gentle- 
 ness. 
 
 Gentleness in women, a sweet repose and seren- 
 ity, as Montaigne says, "is paramount to every- 
 thing else in woman." A masculine woman, with 
 harsh voice and manner, is so anomalous and dis- 
 tasteful that it awakens the resentment, if not 
 the pity, of the gallant man who is given to 
 idealizing all women. Woman's most convincing 
 and persuasive possession is gentleness. A bril- 
 liant woman says, "Fearless gentleness is the 
 most beautiful of feminine attractions born of 
 modesty and love." In woman the final conquest 
 is to gentleness. Women would have had their 
 suffrage rights long ago if the early champions 
 
THE NEW GENTLENESS 145 
 
 of her political recognition could have been 
 gentlewomen. Coarse, mannish women did not 
 ingratiate the just cause which they represented. 
 After all, personality is the most powerful ele- 
 ment in any argument. Gracious Frances Willard 
 did more to bring about a right appreciation of 
 what should be woman's social and political 
 status than scores of ranting and vociferous 
 women with masculine stride and gesture and 
 vocalization, because she was the gentle, and cul- 
 tured, and always tastefully attired prophetess of 
 a new day for gentlewomanhood. 
 
 And, if anyone were able to analyze that in- 
 definable splendor which makes the mother 
 unique and the most divine of all human beings, 
 he would linger long on the quality of gentleness 
 which must belong to the purest of God's celes- 
 tial beings. 
 
 Gentleness as a quality of true manliness has 
 not always been looked for in men. It has been 
 customary to talk about men as wise and strong 
 and brave. So far as I can now remember none 
 of the great Greeks or Romans magnified gentle- 
 ness as a necessity to complete manhood; but 
 with Christianity there came a new ideal of the 
 virile and valiant man: "A Christian, a true Chris- 
 tian, is God Almighty's gentleman." 
 
 In a man gentleness is the complete control of 
 strong and sterling characteristics. Gentleness is 
 character with a safety device. The perfection 
 of a sixty-horse-power engine is quietness — 
 
146 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 gentleness. Gentleness in a Corliss engine or an 
 automobile is not the absence of power but the 
 absolute control of mighty forces which, unmas- 
 tered, could tear, explode, and kill. In woman it 
 should be the wisdom of gentleness, in man the 
 gentleness of wisdom; in woman the courage of 
 gentleness, in man the gentleness of courage; in 
 woman the virility of gentleness, in man the 
 gentleness of virility; in woman the faith, the 
 hope, the love of gentleness, in man the gentle- 
 ness of faith and hope and love. The difference 
 between men and women is not in quality but in 
 the accent. Man must especially accentuate the 
 field, the chase, the forum, the sword, the pen; 
 woman, the cradle, the fireside, the family altar, 
 the holiest emotions of the soul. 
 
 Just as woman came in all her glorious po- 
 tentialities into the world when Jesus came, so 
 it is true that the world was four thousand years 
 old also before man came to his holiest estate. 
 Who is this peasant Prophet who dares to say 
 that "the meek shall inherit the earth" in the 
 face of the ever-present fact that it was Roman 
 might that was avowedly declaring, "I have the 
 right to do what I have the might to do," and 
 that had practically subjugated the whole civil- 
 ized world? And when we have carefully analyzed 
 the forces which operated in the decline and fall 
 of the Roman empire, and the decline and fall of 
 mediaeval ecclesiasticism, and the decline and fall 
 of the empire of Napoleon, and the decline and 
 
THE NEW GENTLENESS 147 
 
 fall of the base institution of human slavery, and 
 the decline and fall of the unspeakable Turk, and 
 the infinitely more unspeakable Hohenzollern; and 
 the decline and fall of the Hapsburgs and the 
 Romanoffs, and the decline and fall of the bestial 
 absolutism of King Alcohol, with wonder and 
 praise we will gratefully acknowledge that all of 
 these forces have gone down, and will, with other 
 inimical influences, continue to go down before 
 the advancing steps of the Prince of Peace, whose 
 nature is meekness and whose scepter is love. 
 
 Henry Drummond, the refined Scottish gentle- 
 man and Christian, to whom, when her husband 
 was dying, a plain artisan woman felt at liberty 
 to send the message, "Will you not come to see 
 my husband? I want him to have a breath of 
 you aboot him before he dies," Henry Drummond, 
 this man of atmosphere and power, in recalling 
 the influences which awakened his noblest self 
 within him, says that "Ruskin taught him to 
 use his eyes; that Emerson taught him to see 
 with his mind; that Channing taught him to be- 
 lieve in God; that Robertson of Brighton taught 
 him that God was human. Yet all of them to- 
 gether could not teach Drummond the art of life. 
 Passing by all transcripts, however opulent and 
 luminous, he sought out original sources for him- 
 self. And behold, he learned life from Christ, 
 in Christ, through Christ, and Christ only. Bor- 
 rowing the words of Henry Ward Beecher, Drum- 
 mond says: 'My hidden ideals of what is beautiful 
 
148 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 I have drawn from Christ. My thoughts of what 
 is manly, and noble, and pure have almost all 
 of them arisen from the Lord Jesus Christ.' ' n 
 
 Yes, Christ is the All-Highest, the incomparable 
 Son of God and Son of man, and no one can 
 follow Thomas a Kempis, or Francis of Assisi, or 
 Bernard of Clairvaux, or John Hus, or Peter Waldo, 
 or John Wesley, in his " Imitation of Christ" 
 without coming into the possession of a consum- 
 mate gentleness. 
 
 Nothing can be more gentle than the beams 
 that shine from the face of the sun or drop out 
 of the light treasures of the moon, and yet sun- 
 beams slip the icy bolts of winter and bedeck a 
 barren earth with beauty, and moonlight, in 
 some mysterious way, controls the tides of the 
 sea and maintains the equilibrium of the earth- 
 universe. Nothing is more subtle or more quiet 
 than gravity, and yet its realm is universal and 
 all must bow to its inexorable scepter. 
 
 Gentleness includes sympathy, kindness, cul- 
 ture, quietness, deference, modesty, but none the 
 less is gentleness courageous, tenacious, wise, 
 virile, and sometimes righteously indignant with 
 evil. There is no force mightier among men for 
 truth and justice than when gentleness with holy 
 anger drives the impertinent trespassers from the 
 sacred precincts of God's holy purposes. A furi- 
 ous gentleness is sometimes necessary to expel the 
 disobedient from the Edens of earth, the dese- 
 
 1 Rev. F. F. Shannon. 
 
THE NEW GENTLENESS 149 
 
 crators from the temples of worship, and the 
 Kaiser libertines from the abodes of men. 
 
 God gives to man a gentle woman for his mother 
 because God wants a man to possess the gentleness 
 of a woman along with the native virility of the 
 man — a gentle virility. God gives a woman a 
 virile man for a father because he wants the per- 
 fect woman to possess a virile gentleness. When 
 God has his way every man will be a gentleman. 
 
 Much of the discontent in married life is due to 
 the absence on the part of the man of that gentle- 
 ness without which in the courtship he could never 
 have won the fair girl's heart and hand. I once 
 heard a woman explain why she never forsook her 
 husband during a period of years in which he 
 drank too freely. She said that no matter how 
 intoxicated, he was never rude or discourteous to 
 her. By and by, with her help, he was able to 
 break the chain of alcoholic slavery. He was a 
 born gentleman, and even strong drink could not 
 seize the scepter from him. 
 
 Wars of violence and aggression must go be- 
 cause gentleness has a better way. All vice and 
 avarice must go because they are incompatible 
 with gentleness. All bitter rivalries must dis- 
 appear because to gentleness belong brotherly 
 kindness and charity, and gentleness emphasizes 
 the precept, "In honor preferring one another." 
 
 It is true that only those who possess strength 
 can possess gentleness, for if a person have gentle- 
 ness without strength his gentleness is merely 
 
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 weakness. Have you noticed the influence ex- 
 erted by a real gentleman when he comes into the 
 presence of men who are coarse and even profane? 
 True gentleness is not condescending and patron- 
 izing, it is dignity and humility so combined as to 
 make the gentleman approachable and engaging. 
 
 "There are some spirits nobly just, unwarped by pelf or pride, 
 Great in the calm, but greater still when dashed by adverse 
 
 tide; 
 They hold the rank no king can give, no station can disgrace; 
 Nature puts forth her gentle man, and monarchs must give 
 
 place." 1 
 
 The gentleman is the very highest product of the 
 art of manliness. As Emerson well says, "The 
 flowering of civilization is the finished man, the 
 man of sense, of grace, of accomplishment, of 
 social power — the gentleman." I have met men 
 to whom I never revert in memory without feel- 
 ing my emotions of true manliness stimulated. 
 
 I wonder if gentlemanliness is not a native 
 quality of the true American. All over Europe, 
 in England, in France, in Italy, the praises of the 
 American soldier are on the lips of all, and uni- 
 formly there is a reference to the unusual courtesy 
 and kindness of Uncle Sam's boys at the front. A 
 French Cabinet minister, in referring to these 
 gracious qualities in the American army, said, 
 "The Americans have saved Paris, and they have 
 done it as if we did them a favor in permitting it." 
 I am glad to believe that the politeness of the 
 American soldier in France is not an artificiality 
 
 i Eliza Cook. 
 
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 which he removes as he does his helmet or his 
 puttees, but it is an innate quality which he has 
 inherited from his English and French ancestry, 
 and which in the transmission has lost nothing of 
 its former glory. 
 
 The most kingly possession of kings is gentle- 
 ness. Every empire in the world's history which 
 has been founded on force has disappeared, and 
 the most tragic application of this principle is 
 seen in the empire of William II, which, after 
 forty-eight elusive years, is rapidly going into 
 oblivion. The most prosperous and eventful 
 reign in all the long and renowned history of 
 Great Britain was when that true woman, Queen 
 Victoria, sat upon the throne and had for her chief 
 adviser her own husband, one of the finest types 
 of the real gentleman which European history has 
 produced. 
 
 Who do you think is the best-loved ruler in 
 Europe to-day? I am sure King George and King 
 Albert of Belgium have the hearts of their people, 
 and I do not personally know who is better loved 
 than they, but I have been much impressed with 
 the claim made by a brilliant Italian that Victor 
 Emmanuel III is "undoubtedly the most beloved 
 ruler in Europe" to-day. The King of Italy in- 
 sists that he "does not rule — he reigns." 
 
 Unless I am mistaken in my impressions of this 
 noble king, gentleness is his most conspicuous and 
 ingratiating quality. All during the fearful war 
 he spent most of the time with his brave heroes at 
 
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 the battle front. He was a familiar figure in the 
 hospitals and the trenches, and has more often 
 messed with the men in their rude quarters than 
 with the officers. 
 
 A loyal Italian subject convalescing from a 
 battle wound ecstatically tells this fine story of his 
 king. He says: 
 
 "I saw it with my own eyes. We were having 
 our rancio, and the king came up and looked 
 around to see that everything was in order. Then 
 he noticed a territorial soldier, much older than 
 the rest of us, sitting apart without touching his 
 food and looking very sad. The king walked up 
 to him and said, simple-like: 'Are you sick, or do 
 you not like the rantioV to both of which ques- 
 tions the soldier shook his head. Then his Majes- 
 ty asks, 'What ails you, my son?' and the man 
 answers so he could hardly keep back the tears: 
 'Sire, when I left home one of my three children 
 was very ill. I've had no news about him for 
 nearly a month.' Now, could you guess what the 
 king of Italy then said? Well, these are his 
 words: 'I understand your worry; the thought of 
 our children never leaves us, does it? But you 
 should not waste yourself with anxiety simply 
 because no letters have come; it's a week that I 
 don't hear from home either, and I'm a father — 
 with a good promising son too' — would you believe 
 it? And then and there the king called one of 
 his aides, ordered him to take the name and ad- 
 dress of the family of the territorial, and to tele- 
 
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 graph them at once in the king's name for news of 
 the little boy." 
 
 Truly it can be said of King Victor Emmanuel 
 as of David of old, "Thy gentleness hath made 
 me great." All over Italy the people are shouting 
 "Viva il Re! Viva il Re!"— "Long live the King! 
 Long live the King!" 
 
 Another story is told of an Italian captain and his 
 orderly who went to examine a battery which in 
 a little while was to be inspected by the king. 1 
 Unexpectedly the Austrian's guns got the range 
 and in a few moments they were in the midst 
 of a lively fire. A shrapnel ball hit the captain 
 who, as he fell, shouted to the orderly to run 
 and save himself. Even the artillery men got 
 in a panic and ran back, not even regarding the 
 king's motor, which was moving up toward the 
 front. The orderly refused to leave his officer, 
 but tried to staunch the blood which was flowing 
 freely from the wound; but the brave captain's 
 life was soon gone out, and the orderly was heart- 
 broken and excited to see the men running away; 
 and hearing the king's motor sounding farther 
 and farther away, he threw himself over the body 
 of his dead captain, and moaned, "Even the king 
 leaves us." He had hardly uttered the words 
 when some one touched him on the shoulder, and, 
 turning around, he saw the king himself standing 
 before him as quietly as if there were no shells 
 bursting on every side. The orderly arose, sa- 
 
 i "Viva il Re!" by Gino C. Speranza, The Outlook, November 27, 1918. 
 
154 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 luted, and stood at attention, trembling with fear, 
 when the king said to him, "My son, the auto- 
 mobile has gone, but the king remains with his 
 soldiers." They sat down together and in the 
 midst of the bursting shells waited beside the 
 captain's lifeless form until the stretcher-bearers 
 came and carried it away. "Viva il Re!" Gen- 
 tleness is a kingly virtue, and he only is king who 
 serves and loves; and anyone who loves and 
 ministers is a prince or princess, no matter what 
 may or may not be his royal lineage. 
 
 He who would be chief among us must be the 
 servant of all — and service is the measure of true 
 greatness — and gentleness is the secret of service; 
 and if our humble lives are filled with kindly 
 ministries, we may be King's sons and King's 
 daughters in the New Day. 
 
 The New Gentleness is the old gentleness anew 
 — the gentleness which made Israel's warrior poet 
 great in the long ago. 
 
IX 
 
 THE ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE- 
 THEODORE ROOSEVELT 
 
"O man, what is good; and what doth the Lord require of 
 thee, but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly 
 with thy God?"— Micah 6. 8. 
 
 (When visiting in Los Angeles, and asked for his autograph, 
 Mr. Roosevelt wrote his name and the above Bible reference, 
 and said that this was his favorite verse of Scripture.) 
 
 Any man who says he is an American, but something else 
 also — he is not an American at all. We have room for but 
 one flag, the American flag, and this excludes the red flag. — 
 
 Roosevelt. 
 
 In my judgment, no man in the history of America, not even 
 Abraham Lincoln, did so much as Theodore Roosevelt to ex- 
 pedite the era of self-government. — Lyman Abbott. 
 
CHAPTER IX 
 
 THE ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE- 
 THEODORE ROOSEVELT 
 
 One cannot make a study of the development 
 and achievements of great men without feeling 
 that the greatest thing in God's great world is 
 not a towering mountain, nor a rolling sea, nor a 
 sparkling jewel, nor a teeming city, nor a conquer- 
 ing army, nor an immortal poem, nor a transcend- 
 ent philosophy, but far and away the greatest of 
 all earthly products is a good and true man. 
 
 And no marvels are so enthralling as the manner 
 in which a good heavenly Father can build his 
 tallest souls out of humblest material. Not only, 
 as in the olden times, is it the world's greatest law- 
 giver out of a waif in a cradle in the Nile; and the 
 mightiest warrior poet of his age from the lone- 
 some isolation of a Judaean shepherd boy; and a 
 nation's brilliant premier from a captive slave- 
 boy providentially saved from a lion's den; and 
 the most versatile theologian from a brave lad 
 from a distant Tarsan province; and the world's 
 incomparable Redeemer from the cattle-stall of a 
 Bethlehem peasant's home in a hill; but in the 
 succeeding centuries, as the loving scepter of the 
 Nazarene Carpenter has been steadily gaining 
 ascendency over the heads and hearts of man- 
 
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 kind, it is marvelous and romantic how God 
 can take the weak things of the world to con- 
 found the mighty. 
 
 Now it is a picturesque man from the desert, 
 in the plain garb of a monk, timidly coming to 
 the voluptuous city of Rome and hurling himself 
 between the brutal gladiators whose thirsty and 
 indignant swords quickly drink his blood, but his 
 sacrifice puts an end to the pagan atrocities of 
 the Coliseum. And again it is a devout hermit 
 making his way over hot deserts and inaccessible 
 mountains to offer his prayer of adoration at the 
 sacred shrines of his Lord's suffering and tri- 
 umph; and finding the Holy City defiled by the 
 foul desecrations of the unspeakable Saracen, he 
 returns to his native land, and stirs all Europe 
 to the memorable Crusades. 
 
 It is true that many of the world's greatest 
 benefactors have literally had no places to lay 
 their heads, but have spent their lives smoothing 
 pillows for a suffering and forgotten humanity. 
 John Wycliffe, John Hus, Peter Waldo, and 
 Girolamo Savonarola all arose from the humblest 
 surroundings to positions of honor and ministry, 
 beside which knightly crowns are dimmed in 
 their splendor and scepters are tarnished. As the 
 tallest giants of the forest grow from the lowliest 
 acorn, so God in the administration of the King- 
 dom often finds the beginnings of real greatness 
 in humblest soil. The lad, who in maturity 
 rocked the thrones of Europe and rebuked the 
 
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 corruptions of a hierarchy shot through with 
 avarice and perfidy, and broke the chains which 
 had bound truth to pillars of superstition and 
 oppression, was the son of a humble German 
 slate-cutter, and by continuous manual labor 
 worked his way through the University at Erfurt. 
 
 The greatest uplifting force in the civilization 
 of the restless eighteenth century was the product 
 of an obscure preacher's home in the parish of 
 Epworth, England. The historians vie with 
 each other in assigning to John Wesley his place. 
 But who would have thought of stopping at the 
 humble rectory where eighteen children crowded 
 the narrow quarters, if he were seeking for a per- 
 sonality which was to awaken Britain and the 
 world to a new sense of sin and to new ideals of 
 righteousness. 
 
 How fascinating is this Romance of Making 
 Men and through them building empires, and 
 republics, and the Church of Christ? It was only 
 a group of troublesome and inconsequential, but 
 consecrated and sincere people who for their re- 
 ligious convictions were driven from England, and 
 then made unwelcome in Holland; but the pre- 
 cious human cargo on the little Mayflower was the 
 seed-corn of a new liberty — called to be the Mes- 
 siah of the nations — a new incarnation of the 
 Spirit of God in an age of freedom of conscience. 
 
 What shall be said of perhaps the most para- 
 doxical and puzzling personality in European his- 
 tory? She was a child of the peasantry of France, 
 
160 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 and never able to read and write, always chaste 
 and modest in her character, but with a religious 
 nature which was deepened by habits of medi- 
 tation and secret prayer; and she was moved with 
 an ardent patriotism, knowing that the rightful 
 Prince, Charles the Dauphin, had remained un- 
 crowned because of the presence and encroach- 
 ments of a foreign army. She claimed to hear 
 heavenly voices which commanded her to bring 
 liberty to her people, and went forward at the 
 head of a small army and drove out the invaders, 
 and saw the successful issue of her ambitions in 
 the coronation of Charles in the Cathedral of 
 Reims. She was later charged with heresy and 
 accused as a witch, and burned at the stake on the 
 streets of Rouen, at the instance of the Roman 
 Church, to which she belonged and for whose in- 
 terests she had successfully led the military ex- 
 ploits. Joan of Arc, the beautiful and brave 
 liberator of her people, holds a unique place in 
 the annals of history. 
 
 The mystery of her mission and personality is 
 even now acknowledged by the very brutal ecclesi- 
 asticism which put her to death, because only 
 twenty-five years after her death, which occurred 
 May 30, 1431, it revoked the sentence of disgrace 
 by which she had been put to death, and upheld 
 the reality of the young woman's divine mission 
 and inspiration. With ruthless disregard for the 
 fable of papal infallibility, our own generation 
 has seen this noble national heroine canonized by 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 161 
 
 the successors of those who murdered her, a decree 
 of beatification having been issued in 1908 in her 
 behalf. 
 
 How patient God must be with his poor human 
 creatures as with childish revenge, impetuosity, 
 and frivolity, they play at the game of advancing 
 the interests of mankind ! The really greatest men 
 and women of the world have been maligned and 
 murdered by prejudice, ignorance, and supersti- 
 tion. It takes the world a long time to learn that 
 while we should be most intolerant of hypocrisy 
 and selfishness, as was Jesus when he denounced 
 those who were as whited sepulchers filled with 
 dead men's bones, we should be most tolerant and 
 affectionately respectful of those who differ from 
 us in their conscientious convictions and religious 
 scruples. In essentials unity, in nonessentials 
 charity, and fervent love one for another, should 
 be our rule and aim. 
 
 When, in the evolution of the sublime principle 
 of personal liberty, a leader must be found who 
 could lead a divided nation into the promised land 
 of peace, and freedom, and prosperity, it was from 
 a log cabin in a Kentucky wilderness that the rail- 
 splitter came forth to bear away in his strong arms 
 the broken shackles of millions of his human 
 brothers and sisters. 
 
 What a mighty force for righteousness the 
 humblest of the humble may become when a 
 brave heart responds to the impulses of divinity 
 and to the sobs of a suffering humanity! God- 
 
162 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 made men are the men upon whom the pivots of 
 history have revolved. Sometimes the pivots 
 have been worn out under the friction of stormy 
 climaxes, but the epochs have turned, and the 
 martyrs have been immortalized. 
 
 In that tragic hour, when in 1859 John Brown 
 paid the penalty of his patriotism, John Wilkes 
 Booth paraded pompously before the scaffold at 
 the head of a company of Virginia militia, and 
 there was not a tear of sympathy for the poor vic- 
 tim in all the gloating multitude which rejoiced in 
 his execution, except in the eyes of a few Negroes; 
 and especially was there a prayer and throb of 
 sympathy in the heart of the mother whose little 
 black baby was kissed by the martyr for liberty 
 as he was marched to his death. Only six years 
 later the bloody assassin's hand plunged our 
 nation into a submerging flood of sorrow; and, to- 
 day, while the name of the murderer is spoken 
 with contempt and shame, John Brown's soul 
 goes marching on and the sublime ideals for which 
 he died are enshrined in the hearts of a grateful 
 republic. 
 
 If there is anyone who was born in the same 
 year with Theodore Roosevelt, and graduated 
 from college in the same year, and began his pro- 
 fessional or business life about the same time, and 
 whose humble life efforts during the last thirty 
 years have been paralleled by the prodigious en- 
 deavors and colossal achievements of this mighty 
 man, he will feel a keen sense of personal bereave- 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 163 
 
 ment that America's most typical leader passed 
 away in the very zenith of his extraordinary 
 career. The true altitude of this, our great con- 
 temporaneous American, and the correct profile 
 of his personality and power cannot be fully cal- 
 culated until we shall be farther removed from his 
 mountainous porportions. 
 
 He was a city boy and a rich man's son, and for 
 forty years was a living denial of the asper- 
 sion that the sons of prosperity would not be 
 equal to the strain and stress of a successful and 
 useful life. Just when there was danger that our 
 prosperous America would produce a generation 
 of emasculated young men who had become soft- 
 ened by a pampered indulgence, out stepped a 
 big, strong youth, a perfect David in his athletic 
 proportions, and with rebuking severity he char- 
 acterized as "mollycoddles" those who were losing 
 their grip and purpose because of the enervation 
 of wealth and ease. This rich man's son could 
 break a wild horse like a cowboy and wrestle and 
 box with experts. 
 
 If a man would undertake a big task, he must 
 have a strong body, and so Roosevelt preached 
 the gospel of physical exercise, and the result was 
 that in the recent war no armies equaled the 
 broad-shouldered, deep-chested, steel-muscled, and 
 rich-red-blooded crusaders who crossed the stormy 
 Atlantic and helped to drive a murderous militar- 
 ism from the earth. 
 
 But this strenuous young American who made 
 
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 his muscles tenacious in the cattle ranges of the 
 Northwest had a far higher goal for himself than 
 merely to be a sturdy animal. He possessed the 
 robust conviction that the Creator gave the human 
 animal a head and brain for the purpose of mas- 
 tering the available principles of truth; and from 
 the beginning of his public career he was a vora- 
 cious reader and student, and a voluminous writer, 
 and a ready speaker. Intellectually, Theodore 
 Roosevelt was the most versatile man in public 
 life. He knew the habitats and habits of insects 
 and animals, and became an authority in natural 
 history. He threaded tropical forests for remote 
 specimens of life; and when in South America he 
 sent back to the curator of the Smithsonian Insti- 
 tution in Washington a rare species of moth be- 
 cause he knew that the museum did not contain 
 it in a vast collection. He was a mighty Nimrod, 
 but his hunting expeditions were not for sport 
 merely but were postgraduate scientific studies. 
 
 He had a masterful acquaintance with science 
 in many of its complex ramifications and he was a 
 diligent student of biography and history; and 
 was intimately acquainted with all the trends, 
 epochs, climaxes, and complications of human 
 events. As an essayist, author and book reviewer 
 he had few, if any, superiors. In his strong body 
 he had a virile, alert, keen, penetrating, versatile 
 mind, which was under a high state of persistent 
 cultivation. 
 
 But Theodore Roosevelt had ideals, and his 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 165 
 
 manliness compelled him to fight for them. In 
 defending his political convictions he became a 
 statesman. He was a thorn in the flesh to the un- 
 principled politician — he made himself a nuisance 
 to the leaders of his party in New York because of 
 his abrupt demands for honor and frankness; and 
 to get him out of the way as a formidable candi- 
 date for future position he was deliberately buried, 
 as it was planned and supposed, in the Vice-Presi- 
 dency. The schemes of his political opponents 
 proved the short-cut to greatness and power. 
 Roosevelt's convictions made him a reformer, but 
 he was one of the prophets whom the missiles of 
 his enemies did not undo. 
 
 He was a fighter, not because he loved a skir- 
 mish or a battle, but because he was a defender of 
 his faith and convictions. Convictions are some 
 of God's thoughts which a man can comprehend, 
 and a man who has real convictions feels himself 
 responsible for his sacred custodianship. With 
 his ideals he also had moral integrity, and his high 
 moral altitude did not permit him to remain 
 silent when his ideals were maligned or assailed. 
 
 In all his public utterances he was more the 
 preacher than the politician. He was always talk- 
 ing about the victory of the right in the long run. 
 He was no temporizer, or trimmer, or timeserver. 
 He thought in straight lines, and he went after the 
 enemies of the public good just as a man would 
 leap upon a base intruder who would harm his 
 wife or his daughter. He was always vehement. 
 
166 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 As one has said, "He shot mosquitoes and battle- 
 ships with the same gun." He was always like a 
 refreshing breeze. There was a breath of purity 
 about him, and the atmosphere was soon cleared 
 when he appeared. 
 
 His convictions were so clear and ready and 
 dynamic that he was impatient with delay. He 
 felt justified in sharply criticising the adminis- 
 tration for its dilatoriness in getting into the war, 
 with which position many Americans sympathized. 
 
 After the world war had been going on for a 
 year or two and America was humbled and in- 
 sulted again and again by an arrogant Kaiserism, 
 his book came out, entitled, "Fear God and Take 
 Your Own Part." It created a tremendous sen- 
 sation and was a well-directed blow against an in- 
 sidious and immoral pacifism. Those who were 
 always opposed to neutrality were glad to have 
 this big chevalier of justice and truth say: "While 
 we sit idly by while Belgium is being overwhelmed, 
 and, rolling up our eyes, prattle with unctuous self- 
 righteousness about the duty of neutrality, we 
 show that we do not really fear God; on the con- 
 trary, we show an odious fear of the devil, and a 
 mean readiness to serve him." 1 And again he 
 wrote: "A flabby cosmopolitanism, especially if 
 it expresses itself through a flabby pacifism, is 
 not only silly, it is degrading. It represents 
 national emasculation." 2 
 
 1 "Fear God and Take Your Own Part," by Theodore Roosevelt. Copyright, 
 1916, by George H. Doran Co., Publishers. 
 'Ibid. 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 167 
 
 Mr. Roosevelt's character was re-enforced by a 
 morality of such a noble type that he had the 
 courage and virility of his convictions. It was his 
 moral courage which made him a colonel in the 
 Spanish-American War and the victorious leader 
 of his picturesque Rough Riders; and was it not a 
 pity when a hundred thousand valiant Americans 
 wanted to follow the doughty Colonel into France 
 to fight for democracy that this honor and privi- 
 lege was not accorded to them? What if he was 
 not the most technical soldier? Foch risked his 
 reputation upon the military axiom that battles 
 are not won materially but morally. 
 
 Verily, it was not another term in the White 
 House that he was after, but as a father, husband, 
 patriot, and friend of humanity he wanted to have 
 a personal part in demolishing that nest of bloody 
 Berlin bandits, and in humiliating the Kaiser 
 demon in whose palace Roosevelt had been himself 
 a guest. 
 
 This warm-hearted, affectionate man did not 
 have a fiber of cowardice in his nature. When a 
 Y. M. C. A. worker asked a hut full of Sammies in 
 France to write on a slip of paper what they con- 
 sidered the greatest sin, every soldier wrote down 
 "Cowardice" in the first place. To Roosevelt 
 cowardice was the unpardonable sin — and be- 
 longed only to poltroons and perfidy. A few 
 months ago he wrote to a friend in California that 
 he earnestly agreed with the picturesque Davy 
 Crockett when he said, "How I do love a man who 
 
168 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 aint afeered!" Roosevelt was always "the man 
 not afraid." 
 
 On the threshold of his political career, when a 
 beardless youth in the New York Assembly, he 
 was not afraid to prefer charges against a corrupt 
 jurist, and he persisted, against the advice of his 
 party leaders, until the corrupt judge deservedly 
 lost his place on the bench. 
 
 Some people did not like what they called his 
 "impulsive bellicosity," but there were many per- 
 sons in this country who were afraid of this fear- 
 less man. He was both a corrective and a pre- 
 ventive, and no man in public life was ever so suc- 
 cessful in "calling a spade a spade," and at the 
 same time in maintaining his good nature and even 
 the respect of the very people he sometimes caus- 
 tically criticized. 
 
 If he was always as courageous, and sometimes 
 as startling as a thunderbolt, he was also as trans- 
 parent as a sunbeam. The inspiration of his 
 courage was his confident trust in God, his ardent 
 faith in his fellows, and his radiant nationality. 
 0, he was an American! A glowing, a magnificent 
 American! 
 
 He was our King Arthur of the Round Table of 
 American Knighthood, ever ready to leap into the 
 jousts and measure his shining lance with the 
 enemies of true patriotism. His magnetic mascu- 
 linity aroused the devotion of men and his chival- 
 rous gallantry the admiration of women. 
 
 He had the prophetic, almost uncanny instinct 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 169 
 
 of an Isaiah and the godly valor of an Elijah, 
 Woe to the modern prophets of Baal who encoun- 
 tered the unswerving faith and defiant fidelity of * 
 this mighty man of God. 
 
 While he was quick to resent an insult or an in- 
 jury, he never vindictively nursed an enmity. 
 Men loved him for his magnanimity and trusted 
 him for his sincerity. Theodore Roosevelt was 
 our beau-ideal of stalwart manliness. 
 
 He carried a copy of Plutarch's Lives in his side 
 pocket, and became more heroic as he associated 
 with the world's master builders of a former gen- 
 eration; and Bunyan's "Greatheart" was another 
 of his soul ideals; and one of the maxims of his life 
 was, "Better faithful than famous." 
 
 His fearlessness made him a natural leader. 
 While other public men were cautiously waiting 
 and weighing the results of their actions, Theodore 
 Roosevelt hastened to discharge what he felt to be 
 his duty regardless of his own political welfare, 
 and about the only bitter things he ever said were 
 in sharp, staccato, almost angry denunciation of 
 cowardly men. Ifimagine he thought that the only 
 persons who were certain to go to everlasting per- 
 dition were cowards. 
 
 And because "the bravest are the tenderest" 
 never was a father more lovingly devoted to his 
 children and loved by them. And the children of 
 Oj^ster Bay will be lonesome without their good 
 friend who was each returning Christmas the jolly, 
 old village Santa Claus. And those who know say 
 
170 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 that behind the usual happy exterior of this public 
 man there was a broken heart which hastened his 
 untimely end because of the death of his brave 
 aviator son. 
 
 Once at the White House, when a silly society 
 woman asked one of the Roosevelt boys if it were 
 not disagreeable to associate with common boys 
 in the public school, the child quickly replied, 
 "My papa says there are only tall boys and short 
 boys and good boys and bad boys, and that's all 
 the kind of boys there are." 
 
 No doubt there will be many permanent and 
 pretentious memorials of marble and bronze 
 erected in honor of this most typical of Americans, 
 but there will be none which could give to Mr. 
 Roosevelt, if he were alive, half the personal grati- 
 fication of the testimonial which his own children 
 prepared for him when he returned victorious from 
 the Spanish-American War. When he reached 
 his home on Sagamore Hill he found all of his chil- 
 dren congregated about a pole, from which floated 
 a large flag which they had made with their own 
 childish hands, and upon it was the inscription, 
 "To Colonel Roosevelt." 
 
 It is said that the bronze visaged leader of the 
 Rough Riders was moved to tears by this tender 
 tribute of his own precious children. 
 
 I do not for a moment question the high motives 
 of the courageous Rough Rider. He was a cham- 
 pion of humanity and nothing was foreign to him 
 that concerned the welfare of the world. Hence 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 171 
 
 he spoke strong words against race suicide, and 
 even in the Sorbonne in Paris, he said, "The 
 greatest of all curses is the curse of sterility, and 
 the severest of all condemnations should be visited 
 upon the willful sterile. The first essential in any 
 civilization is that the man and woman shall be 
 father and mother of healthy children, so that the 
 race shall increase and not decrease." 
 
 And in that same lecture he said, "Shame on the 
 man of cultivated taste who permits refinement to 
 develop into a fastidiousness that unfits him for 
 doing the rough work of a workaday world." And 
 it was truly a notable and prophetic utterance, 
 when visiting the Berlin University in May, 1910, 
 he said, "Unjust war is to be abhorred; but woe 
 to the nation that does not make ready to hold its 
 own in time of need against all who would harm it; 
 and woe thrice to the nation in which the average 
 man loses the righting edge, loses the power to 
 serve as a soldier if the day of need should 
 arise." 
 
 In November, 1915, he said, bitterly indignant 
 because America was to him unreasonably slow in 
 entering the war: "Let us realize that the words of 
 the weakling and the coward, of the pacifist and 
 the poltroon are worthless to stop wrongdoing. 
 Wrongdoing will only be stopped by men who are 
 brave as well as just, who put honor above safety, 
 who are true to a lofty ideal of duty, who prepare 
 in advance to make their strength effective, and 
 who shrink from no hazard, not even the hazard of 
 
172 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 war, if necessary, in order to serve the great cause 
 of righteousness." 1 
 
 He was always talking about justice, and the 
 nation did not hear any better preaching than that 
 which came from the lips of this Christian layman. 
 
 In May, 1910, when Mr. Roosevelt visited the 
 young men at Cambridge University in England 
 and was asked by them to talk about the conditions 
 of success as demonstrated in his own career, he 
 spoke to them frankly and most entertainingly. 
 While he acknowledged that often there was an ele- 
 ment of chance and that circumstances sometimes 
 played an important part in success, he made this 
 same notable statement: 
 
 "There are two kinds of success. One is the very 
 rare kind that comes to a man who has the power 
 to do what no one else has the power to do. That 
 is genius. I am not discussing what form that 
 genius takes; whether it is the genius of a man who 
 can write a poem that no one else can write (The 
 Ode on a Grecian Urn,' for example, or 'Helen, 
 thy beauty is to me') or of a man who can do 
 one hundred yards in nine and three-fifths seconds. 
 Such a man does what no one else can do. Only 
 a very limited amount of the success of life comes 
 to persons possessing genius. The average man 
 who is successful — the average statesman, the 
 average public servant, the average soldier, who 
 wins what we call great success — is not a genius. 
 He is a man who has merely the ordinary qualities 
 
 1 "Fear God and Take Your Own Part," p. 383. 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 173 
 
 that he shares with his fellows, but who has de- 
 veloped those ordinary qualities to a more than 
 ordinary degree." 
 
 And in concluding his practical and intimate 
 address he said: "I don't think any President ever 
 enjoyed himself more than I did. Moreover, I 
 don't think any ex-President ever enjoyed himself 
 more. I have enjoyed my life and my work 
 because I thoroughly believe that success — the 
 real success — does not depend upon the position 
 you hold, but upon how you carry yourself in that 
 position. There is no man here to-day who has 
 not the chance so to shape his life after he leaves 
 this university that he shall have the right to feel 
 when his life ends that he has made a real success 
 of it; and his making a real success of it does not 
 in the least depend upon the prominence of the 
 position he holds." 
 
 Private and unsophisticated citizens who visit 
 Washington city are sometimes shocked beyond 
 measure to hear of certain social scandals which 
 sometimes involve men in high position, but in all 
 the long public life of Theodore Roosevelt there 
 has never been a suspicion against his private 
 habits or character. Plutarch said long ago that 
 "Caesar's wife should be above suspicion." Mr. 
 Roosevelt's character was absolutely unblem- 
 ished in all his public career. He was never for 
 an instant suspected of greed or graft, and, like 
 his lamented predecessor McKinley, he was always 
 a tender husband, and an affectionate father, and 
 
174 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 a gallant home defender. He was an old-fash- 
 ioned Christian politician and statesman of such 
 high morality that even his worst enemies could 
 find no openings in his armor as an upright and 
 consistent Christian nobleman. 
 
 No fair-minded person will ever question the 
 high motives and integrity of Theodore Roose- 
 velt. A discriminating study of the character 
 of this Christian statesman will reveal the simple 
 truth that the strong sentiment of the ancient 
 prophet Micah was fundamental in his life. If we 
 should be as fair to him as he endeavored con- 
 tinually to be to others, we must acknowledge 
 that Theodore Roosevelt earnestly sought to "do 
 justly," and to "love mercy," and to "walk hum- 
 bly" with his God. In the spring of 1918, when 
 the whole world was hanging in the balance, 
 he said, "The times are too big to warrant small 
 motives." From the moment of his entrance as 
 a boy in the early twenties into the political life 
 of his State until he became the most conspicuous 
 figure in a world full of big men, there never was a 
 time when for Roosevelt the times were not "too 
 big for small motives." 
 
 While we do not often think of him as a humble 
 man, yet such was the case, and his humility made 
 him the typical democrat. He was always found 
 to be approachable and courteous. Booker T. 
 Washington, a child of slavery, was as welcome at 
 his dining table as Mr. Harriman the railroad mag- 
 nate, and capitalists and labor leaders were 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 175 
 
 equally honored in his councilroom. He was in 
 continual conferences with men who had expert 
 knowledge on any subjects which had to do with 
 humanity and government. 
 
 Because he was human and because he was al- 
 ways doing things and saying something, of course 
 he would be likely to make some mistakes, but 
 even his most virulent political enemy never dared 
 to challenge the intentional high purpose of our 
 typical American. He followed the leadings of 
 divine ideals which beckoned to him from the 
 heights, and he saw them because his eyes were 
 steadfastly fixed upon the skies. 
 
 It is a wonder that a man of such impetuosity 
 and pronounced opinions did not make more pub- 
 lic blunders in judgment and administration. It 
 is to be deeply regretted that for a time he left the 
 party affiliations which had given him his great 
 opportunity, and it was hardly less than a tragedy 
 in friendship when he withdrew his support from 
 his life-time friend and confidant, Mr. Taft, but 
 all of that can now be passed over, because repara- 
 tions, and reconciliations, and adjustments were 
 so satisfactorily made that if he had lived, Mr. 
 Roosevelt would without a doubt have been the 
 candidate of his reunited party for the Presi- 
 dency. And no finer eulogy and more discrim- 
 inating and affectionate characterization of the 
 departed hero will be written than that which Mr. 
 Taft issued immediately upon the death of his 
 friend. It was another beautiful attachment of 
 
176 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 David and Jonathan — it was "Theodore and Will" 
 — a friendship so true and tender that it could stand 
 even the strain of a temporary estrangement. 
 They were both big men, and Mr. Taft is more 
 colossal than ever. Concerning his old friend he 
 says: "He sent his four boys forth to war with the 
 pride of a Roman tribune. Through his father's 
 tears for Quentin's death there shone the stern 
 joy that a son of his had been given to die the 
 death he would himself have sought on the field 
 of battle in his country's cause. Theodore Roose- 
 velt's example of real sacrifice was of inestimable 
 value to our country in this war. The nation has 
 lost the most commanding, the most original, the 
 most interesting and the most brilliant personality 
 in American public life since Lincoln." 
 
 The solemn truth is that Theodore Roosevelt, 
 like McKinley and Garfield and the immortal 
 Lincoln, was another supreme sacrifice for liberty. 
 Lincoln made his sacrificial offering at the close of 
 the Civil War, and McKinley after the Spanish- 
 American War, and Theodore Roosevelt after the 
 greatest world war. It is said that the death of 
 one of his sons in France and the severe wound of 
 another so grieved the heart of this proud and 
 affectionate father that the disease which had 
 troubled him since his scientific explorations in 
 South America was aggravated, and on that 
 night, even while he was in deep slumber, he 
 slipped away — another martyr for democracy and 
 righteousness. It is not forgotten that he had 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 177 
 
 borne for years a wound in his body inflicted by a 
 would-be assassin, but happily his life was pro- 
 longed until he was enabled to engraft upon the 
 public conscience many of his exalted national 
 ideas. 
 
 There was no knight of the Round Table who 
 was more magnificently chivalrous than Theodore 
 Roosevelt. He was as stalwart and true as King 
 Arthur, as pure and noble as Sir Percival. He 
 was the avowed enemy of every person and thing 
 which was evil. President Benjamin Harrison 
 appointed him a United States Civil Service 
 Commissioner, and he used to say of him that the 
 only trouble he ever had with him was that Roose- 
 velt wanted to put a prompt end to all the evils 
 under the sun between sunrise and sunset. It was 
 not easy for him to be patient with wrong condi- 
 tions which could be quickly corrected if brave 
 men would only stand up and demand their 
 rights. 
 
 I do not say that Theodore Roosevelt was a 
 Fortinbras. In fact, I think he was a bigger, 
 brainier, better, a far more princely man than For- 
 tinbras, but I do say he was not a weak, vacillating, 
 invertebrate, procrastinating Hamlet. Roosevelt 
 was a tremendous dynamo of action — always ac- 
 tion. His life was a succession of action and re- 
 action, but always action in some form. He never 
 reached one goal without seeing another goal 
 farther on, toward which his energetic spirit fared 
 away. 
 
178 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 I had an opportunity to observe at close range 
 the true nobility of Mr. Roosevelt in Buffalo, when 
 President McKinley was mortally wounded by 
 the hand of a misguided assassin. At the first it 
 was thought that Mr. McKinley could not live, 
 and Mr. Roosevelt, as Vice-President, hastened to 
 Buffalo. But when the physicians became more 
 hopeful, and even trusted that the wounded man 
 might make a successful recovery, Mr. Roosevelt, 
 with the fine instincts of propriety, and to correct 
 any impression that he was staying around Buffalo 
 awaiting the honors which the tragedy of the Presi- 
 dent's death might thrust upon him, quickly 
 departed; and when, after a few days, it became 
 evident that Mr. McKinley could not live, it was 
 with utmost difficulty that Mr. Roosevelt was 
 located in his retreat in the Adirondack Moun- 
 tains. He hastened to Buffalo, and on September 
 14, 1901, after the death of his chief, he took the 
 oath of office. I well remember Mr. Roosevelt at 
 the funeral services in Buffalo. His grief and 
 humility were most sincere. He stood at the head 
 of the casket, and as the brief service closed, in 
 clear and reverent tones the President-elect joined 
 with the minister in the Lord's Prayer, and im- 
 mediately the entire company which filled the 
 house were uniting in the comforting words of the 
 familiar prayer. The multitudinous lovers of Mc- 
 Kinley, who fondly pronounced him the ideal 
 American, because of the attitude and spirit of 
 his successor found it not difficult to transfer their 
 
ROMANCE OF MAKING A LIFE 179 
 
 allegiance and support to Theodore Roosevelt, the 
 noble, typical American. 
 
 He was fervently and almost extravagantly ad- 
 mired and loved by all the people. His familiar 
 sobriquet of "Teddy" and "T. R." indicated how 
 near he was to the heart of the American people. 
 In his passing, the whole nation, women as well as 
 men, the poor as well as the rich, the ignorant as 
 well as the learned, the plebeian as well as the 
 patrician, and even many of his political enemies, 
 are sorely and sincerely bereaved. 
 
 He was a truly great man, and the future of a 
 nation is assured which has the resourcefulness and 
 virility to produce men of the courage, caliber, con- 
 victions, character, and chivalry of Theodore 
 Roosevelt. 
 
 We will be lonesome without "Teddy" ! 
 "Put out the light !" These were his last words. 
 So anxious was he to live, and so much had he yet 
 to do; and so much of a warrior was he to the end 
 that the only way Death could be sure to get him, 
 was to steal upon him in the darkness of the night 
 when the light was out, and when he was in help- 
 less and unconscious sleep. 
 
 " 'Put out the light!' Although the stars were dim, 
 What need of feeble flickering lamps to him 
 In that high-altared hour? The touch of sleep 
 Had brought remembrance of his tryst to keep — 
 A morning tryst — with God's gray messenger. 
 No sound — no cry — no hesitating stir; 
 His fearless soul long since had knelt and kissed 
 A waiting Cross; had borne it through life's mist 
 
180 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 From an unlighted lone Gethsemane 
 To the Christ-hallowed crest of Calvary. 
 
 " 'Put out the light!' Men smile through falling tears, 
 
 Remembering the courage of his years 
 
 That stood, each one, for God, humanity 
 
 And covenanted world-wide Liberty! 
 
 The nation mourns. Laurel the chancel rail; 
 
 Muffle the drums. Columbia's banners trail 
 
 Their grieving folds; but memories of him flame 
 
 And light the deathless glory of his name. 
 " 'Put out the light!' He needs it not who won 
 
 A place of permanence within the sun!" 1 
 
 And when he answered the early morning sum- 
 mons there was plenty of light shining through the 
 darkness from the golden city of God, and a re- 
 assuring voice which said, "Well done, good and 
 faithful servant." 
 
 "He was a man, take him for all in all, 
 I shall not look upon his like again." 
 
 Yes, we are already lonesome without "Teddy." 
 
 1 Edith Daley. 
 
X 
 
 THE NEW MORALITY 
 
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning 
 — an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring 
 the distance we have run, but without any observation of the 
 heavenly bodies. — Longfellow. 
 
 Stitch — stitch — stitch ! 
 
 In poverty, hunger, and dirt; 
 And still with a voice of dolorous pitch — 
 Would that its tone could reach the rich! — 
 
 She sang this "Song of the Shirt." 
 
 — Thomas Hood. 
 
 Disease is the retribution of outraged nature. — Hosea Ballou. 
 
CHAPTER X 
 
 THE NEW MORALITY 
 
 A generation ago a somewhat conspicuous 
 man, after he had listened to a scathing rebuke, by 
 a faithful preacher, of the prevailing evils of the 
 day of which fashionable society was especially 
 guilty, with hot indignation denounced the utter- 
 ances of the sermon by saying, "Things have come 
 to a strange pass in the world when religion pro- 
 poses to interfere with a man's private life." 
 
 It seems anomalous that any one could ever 
 have supposed that a person could be a good 
 churchman and at the same time an unmoral, and 
 even an immoral, man in his personal life. It 
 must, however, be charitably remembered that 
 nearly all noblest ideals often have passed through 
 long periods of evolution. Human slavery, which 
 is now universally acknowledged to deserve John 
 Wesley's characterization as "the sum of all vil- 
 lianies," was once regarded as a bulwark of the 
 social organism. 
 
 It is not many years ago since alcohol was 
 considered a useful and necessary stimulant 
 and tonic, and it was regarded as highly im- 
 pertinent for any person to propose to legally 
 regulate the manufacture and sale of liquors, and 
 was considered offensively fanatical for anyone 
 
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184 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 to suggest that there should be any legislation 
 concerning how much, and when, and where any- 
 individual should indulge his taste and appetite 
 for strong drink. A generation ago even a great 
 political party denounced any such proposed pro- 
 cedure as sumptuary legislation, and asked for 
 the suffrage of the people on that issue. But 
 to-day, not only as a war but as a peace measure, 
 America will soon be dry from the Pacific to the 
 Atlantic, and the reform of Prohibition is sweeping 
 so mightily over the earth that in a few decades, 
 it is safe to prognosticate, alcohol as a beverage 
 will be driven out of the world into the limbo where 
 feudalism, and Kaiserism, and human slavery, 
 and thuggism are now submerged in oblivion. 
 
 The liquor traffic was wrong in principle because 
 it licensed a few men to commercially exploit the 
 natural appetite of men, and to make money at 
 the expense of the health and homes and morals 
 of their fellow men. The past tense is used be- 
 cause any statement will soon be out of date which 
 refers to the curse of alcohol as a present evil. 
 
 This is the New Morality, and along with alco- 
 hol militarism also is fast retreating from the 
 abodes of men. The League of Nations will pro- 
 vide better means for the settlement of national 
 and international disputes than a return to the 
 sanguinary methods of barbarism and Prussianism. 
 With eight millions of brave men buried in the 
 recent battlefields of Europe, and millions of sur- 
 vivors incapacitated by the casualties of conflict, 
 
THE NEW MORALITY 185 
 
 and with millions of broken hearts at home, and 
 with widespread devastation from which there 
 cannot be a recovery for generations, and with 
 tragic losses which are forever irreparable, mur- 
 derous war has made itself forever impossible. It 
 was a fearful and unspeakable price to pay to con- 
 vince mankind that there is a better way. This 
 is also the New Morality. 
 
 Turning our attention now to conditions which 
 still continue to menace the peace and happiness 
 and prosperity and individual rights of mankind, 
 it is evident that as the scepter of the New Moral- 
 ity increases its humane and kindly sway, another 
 great curse will have to be driven out. It is an 
 evil which while it is an effect is likewise the cause 
 of much of the discomfort and degeneracy of the 
 human family, and of the anarchy and revolution 
 which now threaten the peace of the world. This 
 evil is poverty. In the new day poverty must be 
 abolished. Is this practicable? Is it possible? 
 If we were to at once prove that it is impossible, 
 we could go about and accomplish it at once, for 
 to do the impossible is our heaven-commissioned 
 task. To abolish poverty is an equally high ideal 
 with the abolition of anarchy and militarism. The 
 drastic reconstruction of war times gave the 
 country meatless and wheatless days, lightless 
 nights, and sweetless meals, all strictly imposed 
 and gladly regarded that the war-riven countries 
 might be saved from starvation, and that the 
 fighting men might have plenty of good, sustaining 
 
186 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 food; and the heaviest taxes in the history of the 
 world have been willingly accepted upon incomes 
 large and small, with hardly a protest and with no 
 intimation of confiscation — all this in order to 
 make the world a safe place in which to live. Is it 
 not equally as practicable to adopt a similar scale 
 of taxation upon the surplus wealth of the nation 
 in order that multitudes of men and women and 
 children who have not enough shall be provided 
 for by those who have more than they need? 
 
 When the exigencies of war made big minds 
 necessary to devise and administer just schemes for 
 railroad operation and food conservation and in- 
 come taxation, men of marked ability readily 
 offered themselves to the service of the govern- 
 ment. The problem of poverty will require the 
 same devotion and sacrifice from the men of great 
 souls and great intellects. No haphazard, desul- 
 tory, spasmodic methods will suffice. Every in- 
 dividual case, either of one person or of a family, 
 must be carefully studied and tabulated, and such 
 provision made as will stimulate the earning capac- 
 ity and give assistance without encouraging in- 
 dolence. Indiscriminate giving to the poor per- 
 petuates poverty and irritates rather than heals 
 the wound. 
 
 Our gifts should not pauperize but personal- 
 ize — they should strengthen and lengthen the 
 arm and not shorten and enervate it. Before 
 poverty can be abolished there must be a more 
 equal distribution of wealth. The wealth of 
 
THE NEW MORALITY 187 
 
 this nation reaches into the multiplied millions. 
 Of this vast amount it is said that one fifth is 
 owned by three per cent of the people, one half by- 
 nine per cent, and less than one third of the 
 wealth is owned by ninety-one per cent of the 
 people. About half of the families in the United 
 States are not property owners; seven-eighths of the 
 families own only one eighth of the wealth, and 
 the startling statement is made that one per cent 
 of the families own more property than the re- 
 maining ninety-nine per cent. 
 
 Manifestly, here is a condition which will need 
 the shrewd statesmanship of the most unselfish 
 and brilliant citizens to understand and correct. 
 
 Is it not evident that the heavier taxes should be 
 paid by those who profit by the "unearned incre- 
 ment" of their own unimproved property, and less 
 tax should be levied upon the improvements on the 
 land? 
 
 All over this country there are people vastly 
 benefiting by simply allowing their land to be un- 
 sold and unimproved, while those who with much 
 economy are building their homes are paying ad- 
 ditional taxes for thus adding to the beauty of the 
 city and the value of its real estate. 
 
 The slums must be abolished. Foul homes can- 
 not produce pure characters. The crowded tene- 
 ment house ought soon to be a thing of the past. 
 In positive self-defense the city will be compelled 
 to colonize the slums, and if necessary furnish free 
 transportation from suburban colonies to places of 
 
188 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 work in the city. The submerged tenth need pure 
 air and sunshine. It is now a generation since 
 George Peabody furnished more than five thou- 
 sand homes for the artisan and laboring classes of 
 London, available at easy rental terms. In this is 
 the practical suggestion of what can be done to 
 relieve the congested sections of the cities. The 
 Peabody fund has doubled since it was first given 
 by the princely benefactor. Such benefactions are 
 not alms, they furnish opportunity, and prove in 
 the end to be a good business investment. It is 
 not alms that the poor want, but opportunity, 
 not charity, but a chance. Men are not all born 
 leaders, or even provident. The man who lacks 
 initiative is often a first-class workman, but some- 
 body has to plan for him, and help him to find the 
 task for which he is fitted. 
 
 All men are born equal before the law; but in 
 physical and mental strength, in business qualifica- 
 tions, in ability to make a dollar and save a part of 
 it, in resourcefulness and ingenuity, men are born 
 very unequal; and those who are strong in these 
 things should bear the infirmities of the weak — ■ 
 that's the New Morality. 
 
 The abolition of poverty is not the wild dream of 
 an impracticable visionary. Plutarch says that 
 in Athens during the time of Solon there were 
 none who asked for alms, and that no citizen lived 
 or died in want; and that this was owing to the 
 laws against idleness and prodigality, and the care 
 which the Areopagus took that every man should 
 
THE NEW MORALITY 189 
 
 have a visible livelihood. What was done in the 
 classic days of pagan Greece certainly ought to be 
 duplicated in the modern cities of Christian 
 America. 
 
 Proudhon, the modern French philosopher, only 
 encourages anarchy and dynamite when he says: 
 "Property is robbery." Property should mean 
 industry, frugality, peace, opportunity, and bless- 
 ing, and if to any man property means robbery, 
 that man should be peremptorily punished. 
 
 Henry George 1 tells of a very rich man who said 
 to a newspaper man at the completion of a large 
 enterprise out of which he had made millions, 
 "We have been particularly favored by Divine 
 Providence; iron never was so cheap before, and 
 labor was a drug in the market." 
 
 This selfish old Crcesus was thus glad to profit at 
 the expense of a cheap wage to labor; and made his 
 blighting avarice more contemptible and igno- 
 minious by charging it up to Divine Providence. 
 
 Humanity has indeed fallen among the thieves of 
 poverty and woe and disease. In these days of 
 abundance and great fortunes the helpless should 
 be cared for and the indolent should be compelled 
 to work. It is the imperative duty of the man with 
 vast riches to solve the problem of the man of vast 
 poverty, for it is more often the case that neither 
 deserves either honor or contempt for his condi- 
 tion; one may be the victim, and the other the 
 beneficiary of circumstances. 
 
 1 Social Problems, p. 105. 
 
190 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 Not long since, under the shadow of Brooklyn 
 Bridge, in a garret room, by the dull light of an oil 
 lamp, sat a woman double stitching seamed over- 
 alls for four cents a pair. By her side sat a pinch- 
 faced large-eyed child of four years, who by sewing 
 on buttons enabled her mother to earn three dol- 
 lars and seventy-five cents in a week of fourteen 
 hours a day for seven days. Do you wonder that 
 when a kind-faced woman came with a ministry of 
 love, she was met with: "God! Why do you 
 preach to me of God? I tell you there is no God 
 for the poor — no heaven. There is no hell except 
 this life, and no devils except the men who grind 
 the lives of women and children into dollars and 
 cents!" 
 
 It is a strange comment on our selfishness that 
 we have been so slow in equalizing our surplus 
 wealth among those who have not enough; but, 
 thank God, the heart of humanity grows kindlier 
 as the years hurry. Submerging poverty seems to 
 have more compensations than enervating wealth, 
 but it is the elimination of both of these evils which 
 we should seek that the happy consummations in 
 all walks of life may be greater. 
 
 I think it was quaint old Walt Whitman who said 
 one day, "Half of my coat is mine" — and society 
 will some day be reconstructed upon the scriptural 
 principle that "we that are strong ought to bear the 
 infirmities of the weak and not to please ourselves." 
 Certainly, it is only social equity that if my 
 brother is starving, and naked, and lonely, then 
 
THE NEW MORALITY 191 
 
 only "half of my coat is mine," for the other half 
 belongs to him; and he should as well have a place 
 at my comfortable fireside, and in one of my extra 
 beds. " Whoso hath this world's goods and seeth 
 his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels 
 of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of 
 God in him?" More persons are losing their hap- 
 piness in life because they will not share with 
 others than because they are openly committing 
 sin. There are few sins more heinous and deadly 
 than selfishness. God will more quickly forgive 
 the excess of some natural appetite or passion than 
 he will forgive us for not ministering to a worthy 
 humanity about us, who would be happy and com- 
 fortable if they could only have our surplus, which 
 we do not need, and which usually goes in extrava- 
 gant indulgences. How much of my coat is mine? 
 
 Yes, "half of my coat is mine." It was a bitter 
 winter night when a Russian soldier was battling 
 his way with difficulty to his barracks through a 
 blinding storm. Suddenly his path was ob- 
 structed by a poor, unfortunate man who was per- 
 ishing in the cold. Immediately the brave soldier 
 removed his warm military cloak, and with his 
 sharp sword he severed it in twain, and handing a 
 part of it to the suffering stranger, he said, "Half 
 for thee and half for me." 
 
 That night, as the soldier was sleeping on his 
 cot, a vision filled his rude cell with heavenly light, 
 and Jesus, the Lord, appeared to him, and, in 
 words of ineffable sweetness, he spoke to him and 
 
192 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 said, "Half of thy coat thou didst give to me, and 
 part of my glory I will share with thee." 
 
 If we would have comradeship with our Lord, 
 and if we would enjoy the exquisite brightness of 
 his radiant presence, it will be only as we gener- 
 ously minister to those whom harsh and cruel cir- 
 cumstances have deprived of the joys, and comforts, 
 and necessities of life! "Half of my coat is mine!" 
 
 Poverty will some day be abolished and the 
 prayer of Agur will be realized: "Give me neither 
 poverty nor riches." That is part of the New 
 Morality. 
 
 Many deserving men by reason of their limita- 
 tions cannot earn money enough to properly care 
 for their families. There should be a fund built 
 up from a reasonable taxation upon the incomes of 
 the prosperous by which bounties could be wisely 
 given in addition to the wages of those worthy 
 men whose earning capacity is not equal to their 
 sacred obligations. This is the New Morality. 
 
 The first great and notable victory which Gen- 
 eral Pershing won for the cause of humanity, and 
 one which made his later triumphs all the more cer- 
 tain, if not inevitable, was in the successful cam- 
 paign which he waged against immorality among 
 the American soldiers in France. He has the dis- 
 tinction of being the first great military com- 
 mander to fully appreciate the significance of com- 
 bating and preventing impurity and consequent 
 diseases in the army. 
 
 From time immemorial we have heard of the 
 
THE NEW MORALITY 193 
 
 necessary evil and among soldiers in particular it 
 was believed to be utterly impossible to prevent 
 more or less dissolute living. To begin with 
 things fundamental, of course there is no such 
 thing as a necessary evil; only good is necessary. 
 The fact that a thing is evil is evidence that it is 
 not in harmony with the purposes of nature, and 
 is, therefore, not necessary and permanent. Evil 
 is not the rule of the universe, but law and order 
 and goodness. Evil prevails only when proud 
 man interposes his haughty, defiant will. If only 
 evil were found in nature, the universe would soon 
 be enveloped in chaos. It is obedience to law, 
 which is the same as saying obedience to goodness, 
 which sustains all force and energy. Evil in the 
 moral realm is disobedience to the order which is 
 necessary for stability and progress. It is good 
 which is necessary; there is not a single evil which 
 is necessary; anything which is necessary is good, 
 and its product is goodness. The social evil, 
 whether in the army or out of it, is not a necessity 
 to the well-being of society; on the contrary, it is 
 an acknowledged menace and curse, the penalty of 
 which is an abomination of disease which in some 
 medical books is designated a plague. 
 
 Nothing is necessary which debauches the mind 
 and the body, and which transforms respectable, 
 and useful, and healthful humans into miserable 
 degenerates. Prove anything to be necessary, 
 and you have proved it to be benign, and benevo- 
 lent, and stimulating, and ennobling. 
 
194 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 Those who have opposed the social evil in the 
 past have frequently been denounced as prudes 
 and Puritans and fanatics. Upon the false hypo- 
 thesis that only regulation was the sensible and 
 practical procedure, many of the European army 
 authorities provided for what were considered the 
 physical requirements of the soldiers. In France 
 for many decades it has been agreed that prohibi- 
 tion was impossible, and so a system of licenses 
 and inspection was adopted. 
 
 General Pershing was intrusted by the mothers 
 of America with millions of their sons. Most of 
 these young men were hardly more than boys; 
 many of them were still in school. The big sol- 
 dier dared to face the skepticism and derision of 
 those army officials who stood for toleration, and 
 regulation, and inspection, and declared himself a 
 firm believer in enforced prohibition. He adopted 
 drastic methods of suppression, and punishment, 
 and education. He has demonstrated that this 
 evil is no more a necessary evil than any other evil. 
 The vicinity of the camps was placed under stern 
 and vigorous surveillance. "The measures were 
 thorough and without parallel." Officers who 
 contracted disease were court-martialed. One 
 commander who accepted an offer to take over a 
 licensed house for American soldiers was removed 
 and the despicable house was put "out of bounds." 
 "An order urging sexual continence and the main- 
 tenance of high moral standards of living was fol- 
 lowed by search for brothels, the stationing of mili- 
 
THE NEW MORALITY 195 
 
 tary police to refuse access to whole districts which 
 had been put out of bounds, the enforcing of sci- 
 entific treatment of men who had been exposed, 
 and punishment for all who evaded treatment or 
 disobeyed prohibitory regulations." 
 
 It can be stated on the authority of Raymond B. 
 Fosdick, who was chairman of the Commission on 
 Training Camp Activities, that in one French port 
 where the disreputable houses had been open for 
 three months and were then closed for three 
 months, the rate of disease decreased from 
 sixteen to two per thousand men. Under the 
 regime of the brave general, diseases from im- 
 morality became almost negligible. In France 
 three hospitals with one thousand beds each had 
 been built and equipped to treat the Americans 
 who contracted social diseases, and not one of 
 those three hospitals was ever used. In one group 
 of seven thousand four hundred and one men there 
 was only one case of venereal disease developed in 
 seven weeks. 
 
 After trying out his high Christian purpose in 
 this problem, which has baffled military officers and 
 civilian statesmen for generations, General Per- 
 shing says that it is now his profound conviction, 
 based upon experience, that "abolition, as distin- 
 guished from regulation, is the only effective mode 
 of combating this age-long evil." 
 
 This is a momentous statement and marks an 
 epoch in the progress of morality. The war is now 
 over, but General Pershing's demonstration re- 
 
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 mains, and in these reconstruction days which are 
 following the war shall it not be one of the pur- 
 poses and goals of the New Morality to go after 
 the social evil and completely eradicate it just as 
 slavery and alcohol have been prohibited, and just 
 as poverty and disease and crime must be reduced 
 to the vanishing point? 
 
 Shall it be said that it was safer for our boys to 
 be in the army with a chance of being killed but 
 protected from social vices than to be at home in 
 beautiful and home-loving America? The men- 
 ace of immorality can be and should be peremp- 
 torily removed. Every city and town in America 
 should be thoroughly purged until the curse of im- 
 purity and the wide-spreading plague shall en- 
 tirely disappear from a country which has been 
 too long cursed with this blighting leprous misery. 
 
 Despicable as the priest and Levite who passed 
 by on the other side may appear to be to us to-day, 
 yet with covered faces we are compelled to confess 
 that the wails and wounds and squalor and pro- 
 fanities and impurities of the poor and sinful have 
 sometimes aroused revulsion and not compassion 
 in our bosoms. We must keep a large heart brim- 
 ful of tenderness, or our aversion for filth will make 
 us disgusted with the poor, and our aversion for 
 intemperance will make us disgusted with the 
 drunken, and our abhorrence for impurity will 
 make us disgusted with the fallen, and our indig- 
 nation against hypocrisy will make us disgusted 
 with the hypocrite. 
 
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 Until we have overcome a natural repulsion for 
 the odors, scenes, and foulness of those suffering 
 from poverties and sins, we do all of our bene- 
 factions by proxy. We delegate to various organi- 
 zations our ministries by furnishing money for 
 others to dispense; but the really "good" Samaritan 
 renders a personal service by himself binding up 
 the wounds, and pouring in the healing oil, and 
 placing the unfortunate traveler on his own beast, 
 and bringing him to an inn, 
 
 "Who gives himself with his alms feeds three — 
 Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me." 
 
 Some years ago Mr. Moody made a humiliating 
 and tearful confession one night when he was hold- 
 ing a meeting in Santa Cruz, California. It was in 
 the spring of 1899. On his way from Oakland to 
 Santa Cruz there came into the train a company 
 of young men who filled the coach with their pro- 
 fanity and the fumes of liquor, and one noisy man 
 had a badly bruised, bleeding face and a swollen 
 eye. This repulsive-looking fellow immediately 
 recognized Mr. Moody and began to sing some of 
 Moody's songs, and to indulge in jokes and jibes 
 against the great evangelist. Mr. Moody became 
 very indignant and seized his handbag and de- 
 nounced the whole proceedings and went into 
 another part of the car. After a while the con- 
 ductor came in, and he persuaded the fellow with 
 the bruised face and swollen eye to go with him 
 into the baggage car, where the conductor bathed 
 
198 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 his wounds, and before long the poor fellow had 
 dropped off to sleep. That night Mr. Moody pub- 
 licly confessed his chagrin and sorrow that he had 
 utterly failed to act the part of the good Samaritan 
 to this pitiable fellow who had indeed fallen among 
 the thieves of the liquor traffic. 
 
 The good Samaritan was in a hostile country, 
 in which he was hated and ostracized, yet so full 
 was his heart of real compassion that he could even 
 minister to one of his enemies, and gladly do for 
 him what those who were set apart to do failed to 
 do. 
 
 In San Francisco not many years ago a news- 
 paper reporter, sick and friendless and alone, was 
 much surprised when one day Robert Louis Ste- 
 venson came to his bedside and said to him : "I sup- 
 pose you are like all of us — you don't keep your 
 money. I thought you might want a little loan 
 as between one man of letters and another — eh?" 
 
 I come more and more to believe that if any per- 
 son would be a good Jew, or a good Gentile, or a 
 good Protestant, or a good Catholic, or a good 
 American, or a good Britisher, he must first of all, 
 and always, be a good Samaritan. 
 
 It is not easy to divest some very devout but 
 misguided people of the notion that disease is in 
 the world as a part of God's disciplinary plan in 
 training his people into obedience and righteous- 
 ness. But to make our heavenly Father the 
 author of disease is just as wicked as to make him 
 responsible for all sin and crime. God does not 
 
THE NEW MORALITY 199 
 
 send disease — it can all be traced to broken laws, 
 and it would not be consistent with God's char- 
 acter to lead his helpless children into the break- 
 ing of laws in order to teach them respect for law. 
 
 Since there are no effects without an antecedent 
 cause, all physical and mental ailments are the 
 results of established laws which have been ruth- 
 lessly or ignorantly disregarded. 
 
 Faithful physicians are diligently seeking to 
 find specifics for disease, and their scientific tri- 
 umphs lead them to believe that somewhere in 
 nature or in chemistry there will be found cures 
 and preventives for all the ailments which afflict 
 mankind. 
 
 These results cannot be attained by foolishly 
 and fanatically declaring that there is no such 
 thing as sickness or pain, but in steadily pursuing 
 the murderous bacteria of disease until they shall 
 be overtaken as were the savage bandits of mili- 
 tarism. It should be a part of the New Morality 
 to give every possible encouragement to those 
 brilliant scientists who are bending over culture 
 tubes and often as voluntary exiles in their lab- 
 oratories are devoting their extraordinary genius 
 to the causes and prevention of disease. They are 
 devoted friends of humanity. 
 
 It is gratifying to note that it is announced that 
 the Rockefeller Foundation with its endowment 
 of one hundred millions of dollars, after diverting 
 its activities for four years to war relief and army 
 welfare, in which it expended more than twenty 
 
200 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 millions of dollars, has already resumed its regular 
 work of seeking to rid the world of disease. Dis- 
 ease belongs in the same category with poverty 
 and crime and militarism and diabolism and an- 
 archy, and cannot be tolerated in that well-ordered 
 condition which lies before the world when all 
 people shall seek to regard the laws of their physi- 
 cal being with the same reverence as they regard 
 the laws of their spiritual natures. 
 
 It is related that New York's most celebrated 
 surgeon once went over to a tenement house on the 
 East Side and performed an operation upon a little 
 girl, who would surely have died but for the well- 
 known skill of this brilliant physician. As he was 
 leaving the humble apartment the grateful father 
 gave him a quarter — it was all he had, but Dr. 
 Bull was happier than if he had received a five- 
 thousand-dollar fee from a wealthy patient. And 
 when that good doctor died a whole city went into 
 mourning for him. 
 
 Down at our city jail the other day a trusted 
 prisoner was sweeping an outer corridor. The 
 quiet eye of an alert guard saw the man stoop 
 down and pick up something, and hastily thrust 
 it into his blouse. Was it a jewel of value, or a 
 shining blade by which he could gain his freedom, 
 or a lost coin? The trusty was called to the desk, 
 and prison austerity demanded him to show what 
 he had so clandestinely concealed about his per- 
 son. The man blushed and hesitated, but slowly 
 obeyed, and drew out from his bosom a faded rose 
 
THE NEW MORALITY 201 
 
 — and when the stern countenance of the jailer 
 relaxed there was a tear in the eye of the prisoner. 
 
 "What care I for caste or creed? 
 It is the deed, it is the deed; 
 What for class or what for clan? 
 It is the man, it is the man; 
 Heirs of love and joy and woe, 
 Who is high and who is low? 
 Mountain, valley, sky, and sea, 
 Are for all humanity. 
 
 "What care I for robe or stole? 
 It is the soul, it is the soul; 
 What for crown, or what for crest? 
 It is the heart within the breast; 
 It is the faith, it is the hope, 
 It is the struggle up the slope; 
 It is the brain and eye to see 
 One God and one humanity." 
 
 This is the New Morality! 
 
XI 
 
 THE NEW DAY 
 
From marge to marge across the sky, 
 
 God's hand is reaching wide; 
 And every tyranny shall die, 
 As dies the Tyrant's pride; 
 For God's new day is at the dawn, 
 
 His light is on the sky; 
 And Liberty is hasting on, 
 
 Where Freedom's guns reply; 
 God's glad new day is at the door, 
 
 His skies are white with noon; 
 And freedom's winds their fragrance pour, 
 
 Like fragrances of June. 
 
 — Charles Coke Woods. 
 
 Out of eternity this New Day is born. — Thomas Carlyle. 
 
 Each day the world is born anew 
 For him who takes it rightly. 
 
 —Lowell. 
 
CHAPTER XI 
 
 THE NEW DAY 
 
 In the hospitable Hostess House at Camp Kear- 
 ny you may see inscribed over the huge fireplace 
 with its crackling logs and cordial comfort the 
 noble words of the Lifegiver who tasted death for 
 every man: "I am come that they might have life, 
 and that they might have it more abundantly." 
 
 In all nature death abounds that life may much 
 more abound. God in his mercy and goodness 
 administers a divine law of compensation, in favor 
 of order out of chaos, and happiness out of sorrow, 
 and light out of darkness, and good out of evil, and 
 love out of hate, and life out of death. It is one 
 of the miracles of spiritual physics. In nature, 
 action and reaction are equal, but God, standing 
 within the shadows, keeping watch above his own, 
 graciously provides that all the reactions of the 
 moral universe shall be more than equal and shall 
 steadily advance the interests of order and happi- 
 ness and light and goodness and love and life. 
 An art critic declares that he reaches all his judg- 
 ments as to the merit of music, or painting, or 
 sculpture, or literature by one test, "Has the 
 hatred of life or the love of life been at work here?" 
 Indeed, there can be no other basis of criticism. 
 No man who is a misanthrope or a cynic can in- 
 
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 terpret life; only those who are exuberantly in 
 love with life can scale its summits or fathom its 
 depths. 
 
 I had just reached the writing of this phrase 
 "exuberantly in love with life" when the morning 
 sun slipped up over the horizon, and spilled its 
 golden glory over desk and manuscript and in 
 riotous beauty bade the world a radiant good 
 morning. Out of the rains and shadows of the 
 night a new day was born; the birds attuned their 
 songs, and the flowers began to straighten up their 
 drooping heads, and the callas lifted up their white 
 chalices for a draught of new life. Birds and sky 
 and sea, silent mountain and picturesque land- 
 scape, barnyard fowl, all awoke in a prompt and 
 blissful responsiveness to the source of life and 
 light and power and beauty; and the old, new sun 
 seemed to say, "I am come that they might have 
 life, and that they might have it more abun- 
 dantly." 
 
 Love unlocks all of life's richest treasures, and 
 the love of life will reveal the fullness of blessing 
 which Christ came to bestow. 
 
 No one can be "exuberantly in love with life" 
 and not find his own life enlarging and the lives of 
 those about him improved. Life is contagious, 
 and we cannot enter into the fullness of life our- 
 selves and all life fail to be enriched. 
 
 Christ's message to the world was life and life 
 "more abundantly." The mission of Christianity 
 in the world all can be compacted in these four 
 
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 letters L-I-F-E. Christianity goes into paganism, 
 where the blight of death is over all, and saves the 
 lives of the babies and the women. It lifts the 
 pall which deadens the mental life of ignorance 
 and superstition, and it fosters the life of soul 
 and spirit. Christianity in civilized lands places 
 a steadily higher appraisement on life, and the 
 measure of the service of any profession or phil- 
 anthropy is its protection and enlargement of 
 life. Child-labor must go because it imperils life; 
 the liquor traffic is forever doomed because it de- 
 stroys life; all vice is despicable because its victim 
 is life. None is more highly honored and beloved 
 than the faithful physician and surgeon because 
 the conservation of life is his one supreme purpose; 
 and the greatest triumphs of genius in the late war 
 were not in the monstrous fighting machines which 
 devastated and destroyed, but in the marvelous 
 resourcefulness of the medical corps as they were 
 able to conserve and recover the lives of the sol- 
 diers. The preventives, cures, and surgical tri- 
 umphs have been, indeed, the miracles of the awful 
 war. 
 
 This is the day of sacrifice and service, and men 
 and nations are finding the supremest goals of hap- 
 piness in service and sacrifice. To be sure, for 
 years as Christian virtues these graces have been 
 inculcated and practiced, but they have now be- 
 come the daily exercises of all true citizens and 
 patriots. Whoever supposed that for the benefit 
 of those whom we have never seen, and for the 
 
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 future prosperity of our own country which we 
 may never live to enjoy, our whole nation would 
 gladly submit to such heavy restrictions and 
 taxes? The American people will never go back 
 to a provincial and ironical indifference to what 
 have been called foreign missions, or to a cold- 
 hearted disregard of those who live in poverty and 
 vice in the purlieus of our great cities. Suddenly 
 the woes and joys of others have become the joys 
 and woes of ourselves. During the war in Bel- 
 gium the man in charge of the public food distribu- 
 tion station could not find women to do the clean- 
 ing and scrubbing. He was directed to the home 
 of a noble Belgian woman for advice, where he 
 found a group of titled women assembled. When 
 he stated that women were not available for these 
 menial tasks these elegant women themselves vol- 
 unteered, and daily a sufficient number of the 
 women reported at the food depot to wash the 
 dishes and scrub the floors. It is also told that 
 one of the leading society women of New York 
 found herself, in one of the Y. M. C. A. huts in 
 France, serving coffee to a soldier boy who the 
 summer before had been a dining-room servant on 
 her private yacht. 
 
 One of the most incomprehensible things in the 
 world is that great Christian denominations should 
 be kept asunder by some unessential belief or 
 polity that has positively nothing to do with sav- 
 ing a world from sin. Peter, and Paul, and Con- 
 stantine, and Augustine, and Luther, and Wesley, 
 
THE NEW DAY 209 
 
 and Calvin have rendered mighty service to the 
 cause of truth, but when teachers of truth devote 
 themselves to Peter alone, they get the Roman 
 Church; or to Constantine, the Greek Church; or 
 to Luther, the Lutheran Church; or to Calvin, the 
 Presbyterian Church; or to Alexander Campbell, 
 the Christian Church; or to Wesley, the Methodist 
 Church — each with a modicum of truth; but it is 
 only when they give themselves wholly to a study 
 of the Christ that they get Christianity. 
 
 When we get the real Christ, the Christ of 
 Thomas and Philip, the Christ who is "the way, 
 the truth and the life," how small do these de- 
 nominational differences appear! 
 
 It is Christ and not creed ! Is it not beyond cre- 
 dence that a church could be founded upon a theory 
 that sudden conversion was the only salvation; or 
 that the quantity of water only would determine 
 salvation; or that salvation was only for a chosen 
 few, when Jesus Christ in his thrilling ministry 
 never said a word about the mode of baptism, or 
 the time of conversion, or the number of the elect? 
 Can we not hear the Master sadly say, "Have I 
 been so long time with you, and yet hast thou not 
 known me, Philip?" 
 
 Christ did not come to save dogma but to save 
 life — to save sinners, not to save saints. One 
 would like to see the forgetting of all distinctively 
 denominational names. It is anomalous that the 
 followers of Jesus shall be known as Methodists 
 because they are methodical, and Episcopalians 
 
210 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 because they have bishops, or Congregationalists, 
 because their government is vested in the congre- 
 gation, or the Presbyterians from a Greek word 
 that very few people would recognize if they met 
 it in the street, when there is the beautiful, all- 
 inclusive name of "Christian," first given to the 
 followers of Jesus in derision. 
 
 Only essentials count. Christ is essential ; serv- 
 ice is essential; truth is an essential; pardon is an 
 essential; vision is an essential; purity is an essen- 
 tial; righteousness is an essential; justice is an 
 essential; courage is an essential; character is an 
 essential; peace is an essential; faith, hope, love are 
 essentials. When we take Christ, the Great Es- 
 sential, we have all of these. Christianity is 
 Christianity — Christ is Christianity. 
 
 Is this New Day to begin with the physical re- 
 appearing of Jesus Christ? There are many sin- 
 cere people who are confidently looking for the im- 
 mediate coming of Christ, that he may set up his 
 earthly kingdom, but these are hopes born of the 
 misgivings of some of the Master's devoted but 
 timid followers. They have persuaded them- 
 selves that truth cannot win in the conflict with 
 error, that there is not power enough in the gospel 
 to save the world from wreck and ruin, and that 
 Jesus must come in person to prevent the catastro- 
 phe of sin. 
 
 Many persons have never shared in the belief 
 that the gospel would lose its power, or the blood 
 of Jesus its efficacy to redeem; and hence are not 
 
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 thinking of the New Day as being ushered in by the 
 physical return of Jesus, but are just as confidently 
 believing that the sunburst of the New Day will 
 witness such a coming of the spirit of Jesus, and 
 such a recognition of the gospel of Christ as have 
 never before been known. Christ is the Day 
 spring of the New Morning — Christ is the New 
 Day. Not Christ appearing in physical person 
 in Jerusalem, or Shanghai, or London, or New 
 York, or Los Angeles, but Christ coming every- 
 where in the power of the truth he taught, and the 
 sacrifice he made once and forever two thousand 
 years ago; everywhere from Jerusalem to Japan, 
 from Damascus to Iceland, from the manger in 
 Bethlehem to the crowded tenement in the city 
 slums, to the gorgeous palaces of the rich, to the 
 haunts of brilliant scholarship. 
 
 Vicarious sacrifice has come to have a new 
 meaning in these epochal days. How many there 
 are who have suffered and even died that others 
 might live, and among the noble martyrs whose 
 names will be emblazoned in galaxies of fame we 
 think of those just as noble whose sufferings and 
 deeds of valor will never be sung. Have you heard 
 of the ammunition runners? They were the brave 
 men who supplied the daring fighters who went 
 over the top and across No Man's Land and into 
 the enemy's trenches. These runners kept their 
 comrades so well supplied with ammunition that 
 any ground which was taken could be held; but 
 so furious was the fire that four out of five of those 
 
212 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 faithful runners were hit and many surrendered 
 their lives. 
 
 How many noble souls in the battles of life make 
 the supreme sacrifice "unwept, unhonored, and 
 unsung"? How many holy women, like beautiful 
 Rachel, go down into the valley of motherhood and 
 the baby comes back alone? How many brilliant 
 investigators, like the lamented Pasteur, willingly 
 surrender their own lives that specifics may be 
 found for disease? Never has there been an hour 
 when men hold to their own lives less tenaciously 
 in order that the world may be made a safe place 
 in which to live. The Redondo Beach High School 
 boy who lost his life at the front, comforted his 
 mother when he enlisted in the Marines by saying: 
 "Don't worry, mother; we can only die once, and 
 one might as well die for his country." And as 
 for money, all truly righteous people are despising 
 it to-day except for what it will do to advance the 
 cause of truth and purchase immunity from suffer- 
 ring and autocracy. 
 
 Mrs. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote from the 
 East to her relatives in Los Angeles that during a 
 visit from Mr. Irvin S. Cobb, who had just re- 
 turned from the battle front in Europe, he related 
 to her the interesting story of how a Negro soldier 
 was the first American to receive the Croix de 
 Guerre, with the accompanying palm branch deco- 
 ration from the French government. Many others 
 before him received the cross alone, but the dis- 
 tinguished honor has been conferred upon this 
 
THE NEW DAY 213 
 
 hero in ebony of the additional palm decoration, 
 together with the cross. 
 
 Mr. Cobb said that a French general visited the 
 hospital where the colored man was recovering 
 from wounds received in the brave encounter 
 which almost cost him his life, and pinned the 
 cross and the palm decoration upon his breast, and 
 then the officer stooped down and kissed him upon 
 both cheeks. 
 
 In these tragic and memorable days, when yel- 
 low men and brown men and black men and white 
 men have been fighting side by side in response to 
 the call of God and humanity, to make the world a 
 safe place for mothers and their babies, and to 
 defend democracy from the savage butchers of 
 Berlin, is it not time to put aside all racial preju- 
 dices and discriminations? 
 
 Yes, a New Day has dawned! There is a new 
 resurrection. The men from the front wrote us 
 that they found God in the trenches. They told 
 us that their doubts all slipped away. Men had 
 no trouble in believing in miracles at the front 
 because of the many marvelous escapes; and, as 
 they were giving their effort and lives for others, a 
 long-lost, child-like faith in God crept back into 
 their hearts. A soldier said, no doubt depreciating 
 his own humble fidelity: "That's a part of the 
 glory of the trenches, that even a man who has not 
 been very good can crucify himself and hang 
 beside Christ in the end." 
 
 Men gave up their lives as easily as they lay 
 
214 DAYBREAK EVERYWHERE 
 
 down to sleep. When a suffocating gas attack 
 was made by the enemy, all the defending soldiers 
 clasped on their masks quickly, but there were two 
 men, who were at the guns, who could not do ac- 
 curate work with their faces covered, and so they 
 continued at their posts until they were overcome 
 and were carried to the rear; but there were always 
 two other men anxious and ready to step into the 
 vacant places. 
 
 At the battle of the Somme it was necessary for 
 the officers in charge of the artillery to know the 
 exact location of the advancing infantry ahead 
 of them, in order that reenforcements could be 
 brought up and the supporting fire could be 
 properly directed. The infantry which had ad- 
 vanced too far were signaling messages, and a 
 reply must be promptly wigwagged back to them 
 in order that they might hold their position until 
 the guns could be brought up a little closer. The 
 infantry needed to know that reenforcements were 
 on the way, that they might hold out a little 
 longer. It was certain death to the soldier who 
 would signal the message, "Help is coming," to 
 the imperiled infantry, for the Huns were spotting 
 every head in sight; but the soldier whose duty it 
 was to wigwag that message never hesitated an 
 instant. He climbed "over the top," ran to a 
 slight eminence; unfurled his white flag and sig- 
 naled the message, "Hold out — help is coming!" 
 And a Hun sniper picked him off. He was a 
 Canadian; hardly more than a boy, but "it was 
 
THE NEW DAY 215 
 
 what he wanted to do." "He saved others, him- 
 self he could not save." The soldier who related 
 the story said, "That's the kind of peep at God 
 we get on the western front. It isn't a sad peep 
 either. When men die for something worth while, 
 death loses all its terror." 1 
 
 A California boy, a Harvard graduate, wrote a 
 long letter from France to his grandmother, telling 
 her about their Christmas celebration at the front. 
 After most enjoyable Yule-tide festivities three of 
 the boys slipped away from the camp and went to 
 a village not far away where they might further 
 indulge their good Christmas appetites. As they 
 were returning homeward in the clear moonlight 
 they heard a baby cry, and upon investigation 
 found a most poverty-stricken little shack, in 
 which was a baby nursing at its mother's bosom, 
 and there was a man poorly clad, and evidently 
 very tired, asleep on a rude bed on the floor. There 
 was every evidence of dire necessity, and the baby 
 especially appealed to the soldier boys, for was it 
 not the Christmas time? So they counted their 
 money and found that one had only a franc, 
 another had nothing, and the third had nothing 
 less than a hundred-franc note — about twenty dol- 
 lars. They felt that the one amount was too small 
 and the other too large, and so they departed with- 
 out offering any assistance except to express their 
 sympathy. As they continued back to the camp 
 and went up over a hill the clouds cleared away 
 
 1 Lieutenant Coningsby Dawson. 
 
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 and a particularly large and beautiful star poured 
 its bright beams upon them. As they stopped to 
 express their admiration, one of the boys sug- 
 gested that it was so brilliant and hung so low that 
 it reminded him of the Star of Bethlehem that 
 directed the steps of the Three Wise Men. And 
 with one accord they retraced their steps, these 
 three American boys, modern Wise Men of the new 
 yet ever old evangel, and came once again to the 
 baby and its mother, in a place quite as poor and 
 rude as the lowly manger of the long ago, and there 
 they poured out all their treasure as did their 
 prototypes in Bethlehem. 
 
 Yes, it is a New Day — it is the Day of the 
 Greater Love! "Greater love hath no man than 
 this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." 
 "Der Tag" of Prussianism was a day of slaughter 
 and Rightfulness. The New Day of the new 
 world will end forever human fiendishness. 
 
 Down at Cape May one day the wire which 
 controlled the steering apparatus of a hydro-air- 
 plane broke, and the plane plunged fifty feet to 
 the ground. The gasoline tanks exploded and the 
 machine and its two occupants were enveloped in a 
 whirlwind of flame. Ensign Weed quickly un- 
 strapped himself and with his clothes afire ran 
 toward the ocean, and in a moment he would have 
 been safe, but, looking back, he discovered that 
 his companion, William Bennett, was still bound 
 in the plane. He rushed back and extricated 
 Bennett. By this time both men were a mass of 
 
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 flames, and the heat was so intense that the crystals 
 of their watches were melted. They struggled 
 toward the sea. Bennett fell, breaking his nose; 
 Weed stumbled, but he succeeded in dragging his 
 helpless friend into the water, where the fire was 
 soon extinguished. They were hurried to the 
 base hospital. Bennett survived nearly a week, 
 but heroic Ensign Weed died immediately, not 
 from the burns, though they were fearful, but from 
 inhaling the flames. Died, and yet he lived, lived 
 in that larger and holier life where those men never 
 die, who, in response to the Greater Love, gladly, 
 promptly, gallantly give up their own lives that 
 others may live. Never have there been so many 
 Christlike imitations of the Greater Love; and no 
 one man ever surrenders his own life that another 
 may live, but that all lives are enriched and hal- 
 lowed by his sacred sacrifice. This is the holy sig- 
 nificance of this New Day. 
 
 When a British soldier was asked, "Where did 
 you lose your arm?" he replied quickly, "I did not 
 lose it; I gave it." This is the holy spirit of the 
 New Day. 
 
 "Out of the shadows of the night, 
 The earth rolls into the light; 
 It is daybreak everywhere!"