WHAT WAS IT IN MY SOUL

which, when I saw the young barbarians all at play tearing and

destroying those meagre comforts, cried out so sharply: "O, ignoble! you

do not lift your finger to succor this poor man! Have shame upon you!"

Why is it that that voice still sounds in my ears? Surely it is not

selfishness. Listen to a short colloquy:

Immanuel Kant--Duty! wondrous thought, that workest neither by fond

insinuation, nor flattery, nor by any threat, but merely by holding up

thy naked law to the soul, and so extorting for thyself always

reverence, if not obedience; before whom all appetites are dumb, however

secretly they rebel; whence thy original?

The Atheist--I am glad to inform you that selfishness is the original

you seek!

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