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lives among the antipodes. The phonograph preserves the 

 voice, and the picture galleries of ancestors in t'he future will 

 not only give the face but the movements and the voice, and 

 man will become practically immortal. 



There is an account of a man employed in the Patent Office 

 who wrote to a friend he wlas going to resign because it was 

 only a temporary job. That the patents would all soon be ex- 

 hausted and there would be no more business for the depart- 

 ment. This letter was written in 1837, and since that time 

 millions of inventions have been patented and there are millions 

 more to come. This man made a bad guess. 



It is impossible here to review all of the great strides made 

 by science in the last hundred years and we pause to ask with 

 John Ruskin, "Does the making of costly fabrics and the trav- 

 eling of many miles an hour make us any wiser or happier?" 

 Do these great scientific inventions make us get anything out 

 of nature's establishment any cheaper? If we want to be strong 

 we have to work. If we want to be wise we have to read and 

 think. If you want to be happy you have to love your fellow 

 man. Nature has no bargain counter and there is no loyal 

 road to any place worth going to. The scientific inventions im- 

 prove the material conditions of mankind but they are not go- 

 ing to cheat nature out of anything. Huxley once said : 



"If I understand the matter at all, Science and Art are the 

 obverse and reverse of Nature's medal, the one expressing the 

 eternal order of things in terms^of feeling, the other in terms 

 of thought. When men no longer love or hate ; when suffering 

 ceases to cause pity and the tale of great deeds causes no thrill, 

 when the lily of the field shall seem no longer more beautifully 

 arrayed than Solomon in all his glory, and the awe has van- 

 ished from the snow-capped peak and deep ravine, then and not 

 until then will Science supplant Nature." 



We are not going to get any happiness out of this world in 

 any way different from the way in which our fathers did. The 

 science of the mind does not take the place of the heart. An 

 eminent writer states the case very strongly : 



"There is the poetry of life itself, more potent than anything 

 in books can be. Nor need one search for it. The sunlight of 

 a dawn slanting through your window ; the twittering of birds 

 in the tree-top; the dandelions in the grass; children romping 

 in the park ; the wistfulness in the eyes of your own little boy 

 and girl; the sight of two lovers at a trysting place; the quiet 

 happiness and understanding of the .old couple at their golden 

 Wedding ; the friend whom you salute at the street corner ; fel- 



