Of such as these
the Republic was not made. Let us pray that the future of our country
is not in the hands of these fin-de-siecle gilded youths, but rather
in the calloused palms of young men yet unknown, labouring upon the
farms of the land. When we compare the young manhood of Abraham
Lincoln with the specimens we are now producing, we see too well that
it bodes ill for the twentieth century--
George yawned, and tossed the clipping into his waste-basket,
wondering why his aunt thought such dull nonsense worth the sending.
As for her insinuation, pencilled upon the border, he supposed she
meant to joke--a supposition which neither surprised him nor altered
his lifelong opinion of her wit.
He read her letter with more interest:
The dinner your mother gave for the Morgans was a lovely affair. It
was last Monday evening, just ten days after you left. It was
peculiarly appropriate that your mother should give this dinner,
because her brother George, your uncle, was Mr. Morgan's most intimate
friend before he left here a number of years ago, and it was a
pleasant occasion for the formal announcement of some news which you
heard from Lucy Morgan before you returned to college.
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