When the dwarf that attended Ivanhoe at the tournament lifted the bleeding sufferer he staggered under his heavy burden.

Weakness made him stumble and caused the wounded knight intense pain.

When the giant of the brawny arm and the unconquered heart came, he lifted the unconscious sufferer like a feather's weight and without a jar bore him away to a secure hiding-place for healing and recovering.

He who studies the great men of yesterday will find in the last analysis that gentleness has always been the test of gianthood, and fine considerateness the measure of manhood and the gauge of personal worth.

No other hero moving through the crowds has ever been so courteously gentle, so sweetly considerate in his personal bearing as this Christ--who never failed to kindle in men transports of delight and enthusiasm.
The crying fault of our generation is its lack of gentleness.