As this nineteenth-century prophet mused upon the horrible thing the fires of a life purpose burned within him.

And oftener thenceforth we catch glimpses of the glow and glare of a soul bursting into flame.
The editorials in the _Philanthropist_, which swiftly followed Lundy's visit, began to throw off more heat as the revolving wheels of an electrical machine throw off sparks.

The evil that there was in the world, under which, wherever he turned, he saw his brother man staggering and bleeding, was no longer what it had been, a vague and shadowy apparition, but rather a terrible and tremendous reality against which he must go forth to fight the fight of a lifetime.

And so he girded him with his life purpose and flung his moral earnestness against the triple-headed curse of intemperance, slavery, and war.

A mighty human love had begun to flow inward and over him.