Henry Watterson: “With the cradle songs of America the name of Stephen Collins Foster “is immortal bound,” and I would no more dishonor…”

But he can hardly be called a sentimentalist, as Greeley was, and there is nothing but sentiment—gush and gammon—in the proposed League of Nations.

But my face in the glass I’ll serenely survey, And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow— That this worn-out old stuff which is thread-bare to-day Shall become everlasting to-morrow.

With a kind of education—most men taught to read, very few to think—the masses are likely to demand yet more and more for themselves.

It is love—love through grace of God—truth where we can find it—which shall irradiate the life that is.