What would it matter to his soul the day after death, if millions called his name aloud in blame or praise?
Would he hear or answer then?
What would it matter to him then, if he had starved with them, or ruled over them?
People talked of benevolence.

What would it matter to him then, the misery or happiness of those yet working in this paltry life of ours?
In so far as the exercise of kindly emotions or self-denial developed the higher part of his nature, it was to be commended; as for its effect on others, that he had nothing to do with.

He practised self-denial constantly to strengthen the benevolent instincts.

That very morning he had given his last dollar to Joe Byers, a half-starved cripple.

"Chucked it at me," Joe said, "like as he'd give a bone to a dog, and be damned to him! Who thanks him ?" To tell the truth, you will find no fairer exponent than this Stephen Holmes of the great idea of American sociology,--that the object of life is TO GROW.