Note the warm hand grasp, the drawn face of one, a hard-worker; of another, the eye anxious for a brother hard pressed; of the third, the eye glistening for the ideal triumphant; of all the intimate confidence, the mutual encouragement and self-sacrifice, never a note of despair, but always the exultation of the Great Fight, and the promise of a great victory.

This is a finer company than a mere casual alliance; yet it makes the uninspired pause, wondering and questioning.

These men are earnest men of different creeds; still they are as intimately bound to one another as if they knelt at the one altar.

In the narrow view the creeds should be at one another's throats; here they are marching shoulder to shoulder.

How is this?
And the one whose creed is the most exacting could, perhaps, give the best reply.