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and are accosted by an Individual in

and are accosted by an Individual IN
shabby garments. You ale touched by
his tale of woe, and with your usual
generosity you give him an ample
aims. Five minutes later (this Incl
dent is founded upon fact in the crush
Of a crowded corner, you feel an IN
wonted hand busy at your pocket, and,
turning round, discover in the would
be thief the very man you have just
helped.
What do you think of this fellow?
Do you feel toward him as if he were
an invalid, a sick soul, a deluded VIC
tim Of circumstance?
On the contrary, you regard and
justly regard-the robust purloiner of
your pocketbook as an ungratefui
scoundrel, and, if you are a good citi-
Gen., you promptly and Indignantly
hand him over to the police. Sorrow
and pity you no doubt experience, but.
mingled with sorrow and pity there
will be righteous indignation. How
eVer many excuses your kind heart
makes for him, you will still blame
the man; for you will be convinced,
however bad his surroundings and his
bringing up, being a man, he could
have kept straight in spite Of all, as
many another has done. You know, in
your soul, that, however great the OBJ
~stacles. being a man, he was still mas
ter of himself. He might have chosen
differently. He might have taken the
right road instead Of the wrong one. IT
only he had tried hard enough. You
feel, after all is said and done, he was.
in this matter, able to do as he liked.
Consequently, he is responsible. There
fore, we blame him..
Take the opposite case, that of the
hero. We have all read recently how
the Japanese attempted to block the
entrance to Port Arthur by sinking
steamers in the channel. One Of these
vessels had reached the appointed spot.
Her anchor had been let go. The fuse
attached to the charge which was to
blow a hole in her had been lighted
The officer in command ordered the
crew into the lifeboat, he himself be-
ing the last to leave the ship. L mo-
ment he stands on the gunwale, %eady
to cast loose. He counts his men, One
is missing. Shall they leave him?
The officer has but an instant in which
to make up his mind. There is an in
ward struggle between the rival i'm
pulses of duty and self-regard. Then
he climbs again upon the shot-swept
deck to seek his lost comrade. AlasI
it is in vain. The next moment he j..
killed by a Russian shell, and his crew
push off, only just in time to save
themselves
Why do we regard this man as a
hero? Why was a public funeral held
in his honor by his countrymel? Why
do we praise him? Because we feel
the brave action was due to him, and
to no thing and no one else. Because
we feel that he stood where two ways
diverged-the way Of duty and the way
Of safety-and that he was master OF
the situation. He determined which
road to take. Out of his own brave
will. ont of his own courageous soul,
he chose the right way. The decision
lay not with circumstances, conditions,
previous training, or ancestry, but
with himself. We feel that he. and he
alone, was responsible, and that there
fore to him, and to him alone, belongs
the credit and the praise.
We cannot help blaming the Grim:
inal, we cannot help praising the
hero, but, if criminal and hero were
simply the victims of circumstance, to
do so would be meaningless. We have
no right to condemn the criminal If he
cannot help doing what he does. There
is no sense in honoring the hero if the
heroism is due to education or to sur
rounding conditions; that is, to some
thing other than the hero. Yet We do
condemn the one. and we do give OH
homage to the other. We cannot help
ourselves. The praise and the blame
we bestow are involuntary acknowl-
edgment that, in spite of all the theo-
ries closet philosophers may spin,
there is an ineradicable conviction in
the human heart that we are able, in
the last resort, to do as we like, and
that as a consequence we are respoh-
sible before God and man both for our
deeds and for our thoughts.