| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Sanitary and Social Lectures by Charles Kingsley: not, and by which you may draw her to you with (as the prophet
says) human bonds and the cords of love: but she must be drawn by
them alone, or your work is nothing, and though you give the
treasures of Ind, they are valueless equally to her and to Christ;
for they are not given in His name, which is that boundless
tenderness, consideration, patience, self-sacrifice, by which even
the cup of cold water is a precious offering--as God grant your
labour may be!
THE SCIENCE OF HEALTH {2}
Whether the British race is improving or degenerating? What, if
it seem probably degenerating, are the causes of so great an evil?
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Ancient Regime by Charles Kingsley: were working not merely new forces and vitalities (abstractions
which mislead rather than explain), but living persons in plenty,
men and women, with independent and original hearts and brains,
instinct, in spite of all circumstances, with power which we shall
most wisely ascribe directly to Him who is the Lord and Giver of
Life.
Such persons seemed--I only say seemed--most numerous in England and
in Germany. But there were enough of them in France to change the
destiny of that great nation for awhile--perhaps for ever.
M. de Tocqueville has a whole chapter, and a very remarkable one,
which appears at first sight to militate against my belief--a
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: A painted Virgin with a painted Child,
Who saw for once the sweetness of the sun
Before they shut her in an altar-niche
Where tapers smoke against the windy gloom.
I gathered roses redder than my gown
And played that I was Saint Elizabeth,
Whose wine had turned to roses in her hands.
And as I played, a child came thro' the gate,
A boy who looked at me without a word,
As tho' he saw stretch far behind my head
Long lines of radiant angels, row on row.
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