of
marble with splendid galleries and library and banqueting hall, yet in
this palace the spider spins its web and vermin make the foundations to
be a noisome place.

In all ages also the intellect of the common people has discerned truth
and light that the will has refused to fulfill. Generations ago
society discovered the doctrine of industry and integrity, and yet
thousands of individuals still prefer to steal or beg or starve rather
than work. For centuries the work of moralists and public instructors
has not been so much the making known new truth as the inspiring men to
do a truth already known. As of old, so now, the word is nigh man,
even in his mouth, for enabling society to lift every social burden,
right every social wrong, turn each rookery into a house, make each
place wealth, make every home happiness, make every child a scholar, a
patriot and a Christian. In Solomon's day wisdom stood in the corner
of the streets but man would not regard, and the city perished. Should
the heart now join the intellect, man's feet would swiftly find these
paths that lead to prosperity and perfect peace.

Fascinating, indeed, the question how feeling and sentiment control
conduct and character. Modern machinery has thrown light upon the
problems of the soul. The engineer finds that his locomotive will not
run itself, but waits for the steam to pound upon the piston. The
great ships also are becalmed until the trade winds come to beat upon
the sails. Informed by these physical facts, we now see a noble
thought or ambition or social ideal is a mechanism that will not work
itself, but asks the enthusiastic heart to lend power divine. Some of
earth's greatest orators, like Patrick Henry, have been unlearned men,
but no orator has ever fallen short of being an enthusiastic man. A
generation ago there appeared in Paris one whose voice was counted the
most perfect voice in Europe. Musical critics gave unstinted praise to
the purity of tone and accuracy of execution. Yet in a few weeks the
audiences had dwindled to a handful, and in a few years the singer's
name was forgotten. Obscurity overtook the singer because there was no
heart behind the voice and so the tones became metallic. Contrariwise,
the history of Jenny Lind contains a letter to a friend in Sweden, in
which the singer writes: "Oh, that I may live two years longer and be
permitted to save enough money to complete my orphans' home!" As the
sun's warm b