Multitudes went forth, burning for him in the tropics, freezing for him in the arctics; threading for him the forest paths, braving for him the swamps, that they might serve his little ones.

He gave himself for the world, and the world, in a passion of love, will yet give itself back to him.
Recently the officials of the commonwealth of Massachusetts and the noblest citizens of Boston assembled for celebrating the one hundredth anniversary of the birth of George Peabody.

For a like purpose the citizens of London came together in banquet hall.

Now, the banker had long been dead.

Nor did he leave children to keep his name before the public.