He thought of many things--of his boyhood's home out in Virginia--of the stress and excitement of his business career--of his extraordinary successes, piled one on the top of the other--and then of the emptiness of it all! "I should have been happier and wiser," he said, "if I had lived the life of a student in some quiet home among the hills--where I should have seen less of men and learned more of God.

But it is too late now--too late!" And a curious sorrow and pity moved him for certain men he knew who were eating up the best time of their lives in a mad struggle for money, losing everything of real value in their scramble for what was, after all, so valueless,--sacrificing peace, honour, love, and a quiet mind, for what in the eternal countings is of no more consideration than the dust of the highroad.

Not what a man _has_, but what he _is_,--this is the sole concern of Divine Equity.

Earthly ideas of justice are in direct opposition to this law, but the finite can never overbalance the infinite.

We may, if we so please, honour a king as king,--but with God there are no kings.