strate with a
parable.

A Parable

O.M. I will. There was once a pair of New England boys--twins. They were
alike in good dispositions, feckless morals, and personal appearance.
They were the models of the Sunday-school. At fifteen George had the
opportunity to go as cabin-boy in a whale-ship, and sailed away for the
Pacific. Henry remained at home in the village. At eighteen George was
a sailor before the mast, and Henry was teacher of the advanced Bible
class. At twenty-two George, through fighting-habits and drinking-habits
acquired at sea and in the sailor boarding-houses of the European and
Oriental ports, was a common rough in Hong-Kong, and out of a job; and
Henry was superintendent of the Sunday-school. At twenty-six George was
a wanderer, a tramp, and Henry was pastor of the village church. Then
George came home, and was Henry's guest. One evening a man passed by and
turned down the lane, and Henry said, with a pathetic smile, "Without
intending me a discomfort, that man is always keeping me reminded of my
pinching poverty, for he carries heaps of money about him, and goes
by here every evening of his life." That OUTSIDE INFLUENCE--that
remark--was enough for George, but IT was not the one that made him
ambush the man and rob him, it merely represented the eleven years'
accumulation of such influences, and gave birth to the act for which
their long gestation had made preparation. It had never entered the head
of Henry to rob the man--his ingot had been subjected to clean steam
only; but George's had been subjected to vaporized quicksilver.

V

More About the Machine

Note.--When Mrs. W. asks how can a millionaire give a single dollar to
colleges and museums while one human being is destitute of bread, she
has answered her question herself. Her feeling for the poor shows
that she has a standard of benevolence; there she has conceded the
millionaire's privilege of having a standard; since she evidently
requires him to adopt her standard, she is by that act requiring herself
to adopt his. The human being always looks down when he is examining
another person's standard; he never find one that he has to examine by
looking up.

The Man-Machine Again

Young Man. You really think man is a mere machine?

Old Man. I do.

Y.M. And that his mind works automatically and is independent of his
control--carries on thought on its own hook?

O.M. Yes. It is diligently at work, unceasingly at work, durin