The disgraceful glare flames out, shamin' you in the eyes of the world, and streams up to the pityin' heavens askin' for justice.
Mebby you'll tell me you don't see how you can help it, but Samuel, you must try, for though there are here and there oasises in the gloom lighted up by education and inteligence still there remains the great multitude of your steel children that you ort to help, you ort to do as well by them settin' in long rows right on your very doorstep as you're doin' for them six thousand milds off.

Sinners must be punished by law, else what is law made for?
Order must be kep', the helpless protected, but you know, Samuel, that if some of the disgraceful seens that are bein' enacted here right under your dear old nose took place amongst your adopted Philippine children or even amongst your protejays in Turkey or China you would send out a warship to once.

I am sorry for you, Samuel, and think the world on you, but faithful are the woonds of a friend; you must hear the truth once in awhile or who knows what would become on you, you might puff up with proud flesh and have to have an operation, and I guess you will anyway before you git through with this problem.
I presoom you want me to advise you what to do, only bein' a man you hain't really wanted to come out and ask me.

Josiah acts jest like that lots of times.
So I'll say to you, I honor you, Samuel, for what you're doin' for these foreign children, but I want you to do jest as much to home.

I want you to send teachers and found schools at your own expense; you're four handed and able to do it.