iness affairs in his own way, and snap his fingers at
Dame Grundy?

It takes courage for a public man not to bend the knee to popular
prejudice. It takes courage to refuse to follow custom when it is
injurious to his health and morals. How much easier for a politician
to prevaricate and dodge an issue than to stand squarely on his feet
like a man!

As the strongest man has a weakness somewhere, so the greatest hero is
a coward somewhere. Peter was courageous enough to draw his sword to
defend his Master, but he could not stand the ridicule and the finger
of scorn of the maidens in the high priest's hall, and he actually
denied even the acquaintance of the Master he had declared he would die
for.

Don't be like Uriah Heep, begging everybody's pardon for taking the
liberty of being in the world. There is nothing attractive in
timidity, nothing lovable in fear. Both are deformities and are
repulsive. Manly courage is always dignified and graceful.

Bruno, condemned to be burned alive in Rome, said to his judge: "You
are more afraid to pronounce my sentence than I am to receive it."
Anne Askew, racked until her bones were dislocated, never flinched, but
looked her tormentor calmly in the face and refused to adjure her faith.

"I should have thought fear would have kept you from going so far,"
said a relative who found the little boy Nelson wandering a long
distance from home. "Fear?" said the future admiral, "I don't know
him."

"To think a thing is impossible is to make it so." _Courage is
victory, timidity's defeat_.

That simple shepherd-lad, David, fresh from his flocks, marching
unattended and unarmed, save with his shepherd's staff and sling, to
confront the colossal Goliath with his massive armor, is the sublimest
audacity the world has ever seen.

"Dent, I wish you would get down and see what is the matter with that
leg there," said Grant, when he and Colonel Dent were riding through
the thickest of a fire that had become so concentrated and murderous
that his troops had all been driven back. "I guess looking after your
horse's legs can wait," said Dent; "it is simply murder for us to sit
here." "All right," said Grant; "if you don't want to see to it, I
will." He dismounted, untwisted a piece of telegraph wire which had
begun to cut the horse's leg, examined it deliberately, and climbed
into his saddle. "Dent," said he, "when you've got a horse that you
think a great deal of, you should never