We have come to a time when multitudes are tired of law, and
duty, honor, justice, and the old solid and substantial virtues
of the fathers. Now and then this rebellious mood voices itself
in the lips of some restless youth who exclaims boldly, “I
hate the very word duty.” Men are become like the cattle in
the clover-field, that once the appetite is satisfied, tire of
walking around knee-deep in rich, luscious grasses, and stick
their heads through the fence, to strain toward the dog’s kennel
in the dusty lane. It is a singular fact that a colt in the
field, up to its ears in clover, as soon as it has eaten and
is full, envies the poor old forsaken horse, out in the lane,
a mere bag of bones, deserted by its owner and left to die,
and eating dirt in its hungry desire for a single mouthful of
grass-roots.--N. D. HILLIS.
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