And where we have such love, friendship, and blind adoration, let us rest content therein, and smile at the floods of temporary and evanescent emotion which sweep over the mob, but do not have us for their object.

I have just read a letter which perfectly illustrates how our vanity, our pride, and personal importance bring much worry to us.

The writer--practically a stranger coming from a far-away state--evidently expected to be received with a cordial welcome and open arms, by one who scarcely knew him, given an important place in a lengthy program where men of national reputation were to speak, and generally be treated with deference and respect.

Unfortunately his name was not placed _in full_ on the program,--curtly initialed he called it--and owing to its length "the chairman caused me to spoil my remarks by asking me to shorten them," and a hotel clerk "outrageously insulted" him when he asked for information.

Then, to make ill matters worse--piling Ossa.
upon Pelion--he was asked to speak at a certain club, with others.
One of the newspapers, in reporting the event, commented upon what the others said and did but ignore him.