Semi-weekly herald., 1911-06-01

brethren" He said in part:
These words of Cain and Paul rep
resent two types which have been in
the world to this day-the egoist and
the altruist, the selfish and the un-
selfish, the non-patriot and the patriot.
What is patriot? The yellow
mouthed jingo? No.
who is the patriot? He who lights
The torch of war from hill to hill
Or he who kindles on the heights
The beacon of worlds good will 2"
Who is the patriot? Only he
Whose business is the general good,
Whose keenest sword is sympathy,
Whose dearest flag is brotherhood"
A patriot then is one who sub
merges himself in the common good,
who feels himself to be but a part
of the whole, who has developed the
social consciousness, and has become
an altruist. This 10 the ripe fruit of
civilization, and its development
marks the progress of society. The
race has been moving on from the
individualism of Cain refusing to care
for his brother, towards the position
of Paul who was even willing to be
accursed for his brothers good. And
the Muse has woven the web of his
tory out of the interplay of these two
forces, the cycles of history have been
formed as a resultant of these two
centrifugal and centripetal forces Pa
triotism is the forward impulse, and
egoism is the drag to our progress.
Look at these two types. The ego
istic non-patriot stands with his back
turned to the need of the world, with
his hands folded, padlocks upon his
pockets, band of steel around his
bosom, bent upon himself saying, "Ev-
cry man for himself, and the devil
take the hindmost." But the patriot
stands with his face toward his broth
er man, with his purse open, his hands
outspread, and his bosom swelling
with compassion and he says, Every
man for his brother, and may God
take us ALL"
Gods voice is heard saying, what
is that l sea people oppressed,
nation threatened? And the mug
wump says, What is that to me? Am
my brothers keeper?" But the pa
triot says, Here am l.; use me To
right the wrong" And God still says,
what is this that ! see?" Children
in tatters, with pinched faces in
land of plenty, childhood herded in
noisome tenements, and dwarfed in
factory toll while their elders go un-
employed? And why do l see their
mothers impoverishing the future gen
Grafton in a losing struggle with
want, in land Of abundance And
why this dragon of vice Cutting itself
upon the white slavery of your Sis
ters, and the drink demon running
amuck through the land, devastating
homes, breaking hearts, marring child
hood, damaging industry? And why
is this vampire of graft feeding upon
the vitals of your body polite, and
crime and wantonness running
through your streets?" But the non
patriot like Cain stands still and says,
What is that 10 me? Am | my
brothers keeper? have troubles
enough of my own" But the patriot
says, Let me help my brother, let me
Danish trouble and help to bear the
pui uSH- ~ hahEVi hioWhON
upon our land, the selfish skunk back
and while you were at the front facing
death and disaster, their only inter
est in the war was a question of in
terest in their bonds. But patriots
flung themselves and their possessions
in the pathway of destruction to save
the nation. Such were the boys of
'6l who followed the flag through the
Wilderness, though 10000 of them
fell, and charged the walls of Rich
mond, though 500 fell every minute.
You were the patriots of war. But
there are other dangers, and they
do not always bear gun, or mount
cannon. As our country is threatened
slave drivers of vice, the evils of
drink, lawlessness of the mob, and of
predatory wealth, and the bands OF
pillaging grafters, the egoist still
says, "Am my brothers keeper? I
am too busy to help set matters right.
can't afford to sacrifice trade, and
risk my political head" But mean
while he profits by its presence and
says it helps trade. But the true pa
triot like you risks his property, his
position, his very life. You remind
us this morning that our land cannot
be saved without sacrifice. Let us all
join the Grand Army of Reform. The
call today is not so much for soldiers
as citizens, not so much for good
generals as good judges, not so much
for good militiamen as good aldermen,
not for bullets as ballots.
AGED PLAYWRIGHT DEAD.