THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



IF a man's work that he has done 

 all the days of his life could be 

 collected and piled up around him 

 in visible shape, what a vast mound 

 there would be beside some! If each 

 act or stroke was represented, say by 

 a brick, John Brown would have stood 

 the day before his ending by the side 

 of a monument as high as a pyramid. 

 Then if in front of him could be placed 

 the sum and product of his labour, the 

 profit to himself, he could have held it 

 in his clenched hand like a nut, and no 

 one would have seen it. Our modern 

 people think they train their sons to 

 strength by football, and rowing, and 

 jumping, and what are called athletic 

 exercises ; all of which it is the fashion 

 now to preach as very noble, and likely 

 to lead to the goodness of the race. 

 Certainly feats are accomplished and 

 records are beaten, but there is no real 

 strength gained, no hardihood built up. 



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