aid the grandfather, "do you permit a slave to
be more of a gentleman than yourself?"

"Lincoln was the first great man I talked with freely in the United
States," said Fred Douglass, "who in no single instance reminded me of
the difference between himself and me, of the difference in color."

"Eat at your own table," says Confucius, "as you would eat at the table
of the king." If parents were not careless about the manners of their
children at home, they would seldom be shocked or embarrassed at their
behavior abroad.

James Russell Lowell was as courteous to a beggar as to a lord, and was
once observed holding a long conversation in Italian with an
organ-grinder whom he was questioning about scenes in Italy with which
they were each familiar.

In hastily turning the corner of a crooked street in London, a young
lady ran with great force against a ragged beggar-boy and almost
knocked him down. Stopping as soon as she could, she turned around and
said very kindly: "I beg your pardon, my little fellow; I am very sorry
that I ran against you." The astonished boy looked at her a moment,
and then, taking off about three quarters of a cap, made a low bow and
said, while a broad, pleasant smile overspread his face: "You have my
parding, miss, and welcome,--and welcome; and the next time you run
ag'in' me, you can knock me clean down and I won't say a word." After
the lady had passed on, he said to a companion: "I say, Jim, it's the
first time I ever had anybody ask my parding, and it kind o' took me
off my feet."

"Respect the burden, madame, respect the burden," said Napoleon, as he
courteously stepped aside at St. Helena to make way for a laborer
bending under a heavy load, while his companion seemed inclined to keep
the narrow path.

A Washington politician went to visit Daniel Webster at Marshfield,
Mass., and, in taking a short cut to the house, came to a stream which
he could not cross. Calling to a rough-looking farmer near by, he
offered a quarter to be carried to the other side. The farmer took the
politician on his broad shoulders and landed him safely, but would not
take the quarter. The old rustic presented himself at the house a few
minutes later, and to the great surprise and chagrin of the visitor was
introduced as Mr. Webster.

Garrison was as polite to the furious mob that tore his clothes from
his back and dragged him through the streets as he could have been to a
king. He was one of the ser