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life, don't let your business, fair as it is, near to God as it is, 

 working- close at hand with Him who walks with you in the 

 Garden of the world, of fruit growing and money making out 

 of your business, subordinate your manhood. The greatest 

 fruits you can grow are the sweet fruits of a lovely character. 

 (Applause.) One of the old Puritan writers said the garden 

 that the Almighty gave to Adam to till was not that garden 

 of flowers and fruits, but his own heart. And is it not true, 

 that there is given an industry to us, and much will be re- 

 quired of us at the end, gifts of character which must be 

 improved and used for Him, and thus lives that are all about 

 us, old and young, especially the boys and girls that are going 

 back and forth from home, and the little school-lads, little 

 fellows too small for you to remember their names, but who 

 never forget it when you give one of them red apples, and 

 when you get in a good word you put the seed in soil which 

 will bring forth fruit for time and for eternity. 



I want to say to you what I said last week at a meeting, 

 a plea for higher and nobler interests than success of your own' 

 business. Some time ago when I came back to Boston, I did 

 what I had never done before, I went into old Faneuil Hall_ 

 and I was shocked to learn that on the street floor of that old 

 building were stalls where they sold meat, vegetables and 

 fruits, a veritable market, it was Faneuil Hall Market. It 

 was a busy place, men and women were passing through, back 

 and forth, buying and selling, and I said : "Oh ! for a politi- 

 cal preacher who would come into our national temple and 

 re-purge and cleanse it of those who bought and sold." And 

 then I climbed the stairs, and I went up into that hall with 

 pictures of Washington, Franklin, Wendell Phillips, and I 

 took off my hat and stood there and was baptized anew in op- 

 timism, in love for our countr\- and its flag, and then suddenly 

 it broke over me that this was not sacrilege that was going on 

 below, but it was the task of living, that it was in its right 

 place, it was subordinate to that which was higher, and above 

 it are those nobler interests of our wider manhood, in which 

 we give and get, in which we sacrifice, in which we make our 



