Give us Charity that thinks not evil of the Just, and which will stretch forth the helpful hand to lift our weaker Brother out of the mire, rather than the cruel scorn which passes him by, or thrusts him further down.
Give us Faith in the Right which no defeat can disturb, no discouragement undermine.
Give us the Love of Truth which no temptation can seduce and no menace intimidate.
Give us the Fortitude which, through the cloud and the gloom and the sorrow of apparent Failure, can see the distant pinnacles upon which the everlasting sunlight rests.
Give us the Pride which will suffer no contamination, no compromise of self-respect, no wilful desertion of honest conviction.
Give us the Purpose that never turns and the Hope that never dies.
And, Father Time, should the New Year, into which you are taking us, have upon its calendar that day in which the few who love us shall be bowed down in sackcloth and ashes, let THAT day, like all the other days, find us ON DUTY—faithful unto the end.
Mr. Bryan and Mr. Watson.
When I was in Nebraska in 1904 Mr. Bryan showed me every courtesy; therefore, it was most appropriate for me to reciprocate at the first opportunity. When Mr. Bryan reached the State of Georgia, during his recent tour of the South, I wrote him a note which he gave to the press, and which our readers have doubtless seen.