that they know what they are doing. I wandered in the terror-stricken
streets of burned Chicago. The multitudes--nearly two hundred
thousand--were eating in gratitude; the mothers with babes were under
shelter. Was the unburned temple of the atheist open? Oh, no! He had
none. Who was cutting the meats and breaking the bread? The wives and
daughters of the parishes which had been spared from the hot flames. It
was a solemn lesson. I said: "I will not, Colonel Ingersoll, throw away
the hope I have." By their works shall ye know them! 'Tis as true upon
the field of blood as in the track of fire, but we must pass on. "When I
was young," said