Put beauty into your life, do not let your esthetic faculties, your aspiring instincts, be atrophied in your efforts to make a living.

Do not, as thousands of graduates do, sacrifice your social instincts, your friendships, your good name, for power or position.
Whether you make money or lose it, never sell your divine heritage, your good name, for a mess of pottage.

Whatever you do, be larger than your vocation; never let it be said of you that you succeeded in your vocation, but failed as a man.
When William Story, the sculptor, was asked to make a speech at the unveiling of his great statue of George Peabody, in London, he simply pointed to the statue and said, "_That is my speech._" So conduct yourself that your life shall need no eulogy in words.

Let it be its own eulogy, let your success tell to the world the story of a noble career.

However much money you may accumulate, carry your greatest wealth with you, in _a clean record, an unsullied reputation_.
Then you will not need houses or lands or stocks or bonds to testify to a rich life.
Never before did an opportunity to render such great service to mankind confront the educated youth as confronts you to-day.