The Gavelyte, November 1907

the slave scourged and scarred by the whip of oppression, and of Garri– son suffering inprisonment because he had dared his weaker brother's deliverance from bondage. Phillips could cherish his leisure and comfort no longer. His vision led him to Faneuil Hall, and from Faneuil Hall to the Hall of Fame. Had Garrison never crossed his path, his vision "' ould not have been the brightest picture, nor his life the noblest of man. But what is the price of a vision, and what a glory is realized in the ~ purchase? It has been said that "The gods sell anything to every body at a fair price." Examine the lives of those that have achieved that whie h they wish to accomplish, and the evidence is enough to suffice that the cost is a fair compensation. Sir Walter Raliegh tells us that, " o mortal thing can bear so high a price, but that with mortal thing it can be bought." It was a trying task for the forsaken young prodigal to return to his parental home, but a loving embrace \\ as his reward By his re turning he won the best robe, the hoes and the ring that were 1n1 t on him and the fatted ealf. The parental greeting and the sumptuous feast· were his at a fair price. L; there a vision disturbing your contentment? Is there something _in– t uding upon your happines ? Are you not willing to pay the price for your high calling?" Remember that there is but one price with which honorable distinction can be bought, anrl your ehoice is either take it or leave it. Coulrl you on foot traverse a ho tile country to d liver a letter to the leader of the French as <lid young Washington during the French and lnrlian war? or like·Rowan, deliver a message from the the President to ( ;areia, who wa. hidden in the hollow of some mountain in t_he ,vilds of C'uba? Would you like Palissy, the potter, give your life for the recovery . of the Jost art? W uld you be willing to spend ten or fifteen years in a foreign field, and after a brief furlough return thinking it your God-given privilege? or woulrl you ooner shun your conviction? Henediet Arnold died of a l,roken heart. Plea, ur~ for him had lost it, charm and he had sold hi. honor at a fair price. Being arrayed in an Arneric-an uniform when buried did little tn appease the pangs of re– morse, or heal the open wound upon hi, aching heart. Why is it that <luri, g the c-lm,ing years in °" ebster's life that his ·ountenance portrayed . uc h a strangely pathetic , orrow? His ~iographers wou Id tell us that he