sin against God."

He was not one of those men who do in Rome as the Romans do, who do in
New York as Broadway does, even though that may mean a less wholesome
type of conduct than they are accustomed to put up in their home towns.
He was a man of principle wherever he was placed. How can I sin
against God!

Heaven be praised for men of principle and for men who are not afraid!
A well-to-do Harvard student in one of the dormitories was shaving one
morning when a wretched woman of the street slipped into his room
through the door which he had left ajar. She shut the door and with
her back against it said to him, "Give me fifty dollars instantly or I
will scream for help." He looked around at her and said, "Yell
away"--and went on with his shaving. He knew that his own life was
clean. He had lived as a man of integrity and he felt that his
statement would be taken anywhere against hers, because it was worth
one hundred cents on the dollar. And she knew it--so she slunk out
like a whipped cur. If he had compromised with her or had given her a
dollar, he might have been in for endless trouble and disgrace.

But Joseph was not in Cambridge--he was in Egypt. He was not a
well-known Harvard student--he was only a slave boy there in the house
of his master. When this woman whom he had repulsed made her ugly,
lying accusation against him she was believed and he was thrown into
prison.

What indeed has now become of his dreams! He was a stranger in a
strange land. He was a slave who had been jailed on an ugly charge.
He must have felt that he was a long way from becoming the tallest
sheaf in the field or the brightest star in the sky.

He was also tested by the ingratitude of those whom he had befriended.
While he was in jail he did not for one hour give up his hope of
advancement. He kept right on, attending the school of those
instructors whose names are printed in the catalogue as Professor
Adversity, Professor Difficulty and Doctor Discipline. He found them
most capable teachers. They did not teach him much of that which is
found in text-books, but they were teaching him to be a man, which
after all is the main object of all education.

When Joseph was knocked down he did not wait for some Red Cross nurse
to come with "first aid to the injured." He got right up and was there
on the mat ready for the next round. And the young fellow with that
sort of stuff in him learns, I care not how soft, callow and