The way of Providence was the straight way.

Yet he, a half-blind creature, must needs push in and strive to alter and correct it.

Would he be a benefactor?
Might he not rather prove to be the greatest malefactor that the world had seen?
But soon a calmer mood came upon him, and he rose and bathed his flushed face and fevered brow.

After all, was not there a field where all were agreed that money might be well spent?
It was not the way of nature, but rather the way of man which he would alter.

It was not Providence that had ordained that folk should live half-starved and overcrowded in dreary slums.