War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.

The histories which we have of the great tragedy give no idea of the general wretchedness, the squalid misery, which entered into every individual life in the region given up to the war. Where the armies camped the destruction was absolute.

We have grown used to money. The handling, the increase of it, is the chief business of life now with most of us.

You were only truly patriotic if you had a laborer for a grandfather and were glad of it.

Sitting by the chimney corner as we grow old, the commonest things around us take on live meanings and hint at the difference between these driving times and the calm, slow moving days when we were young.

Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil.

North and South were equally confident that God was on their side, and appealed incessantly to Him.