their theory and their lives, a lack of coordination between
thought and action. I think it is hard for us to realize how seriously many of them are taking to the notion of human brotherhood, how eagerly they long to give tangible expression to the
democratic ideal. These young men and women, longing to socialize their democracy, are animated by certain hopes which may
be thus loosely formulated; that if in a democratic country nothing can be permanently achieved save through the masses of the
people, it will be impossible to establish a higher political life
than the people themselves crave; that it is difficult to see how
the notion of a higher civic life can be fostered save through common intercourse; that the blessings which we associate with a life
of refinement and cultivation can be made universal and must be
made universal if they are to be permanent; that the good we
secure for ourselves is precarious and uncertain, is floating in midair, until it is secured for all of us and incorporated into our common life. It is easier to state these hopes than to formulate the
line of motives, which I believe to constitute the trend of the subjective pressure toward the Settlement. There is something primordial about these motives, but I am perhaps overbold in
designating them as a great desire to share the race life. We all
bear traces of the starvation struggle which for so long made up
the life of the race. Our very organism holds memories and
glimpses of that long life of our ancestors which still goes on
among so many of our contemporaries. Nothing so deadens the
sympathies and shrivels the power of enjoyment, as the persistent
keeping away from the great opportunities for helpfulness and a
continual ignoring of the starvation struggle which makes up the
life of at least half the race. To shut one's self away from that half
of the race life is to shut one's self away from the most vital part
of it; it is to live out but half the humanity to which we have
been born heir and to use but half our faculties. We have all had
longings for a fuller life which should include the use of these
faculties. These longings are the physical complement of the
"Intimations of Immortality," on which no ode has yet been
written. To portray these would be the work of a poet, and it is
hazardous for any but a poet to attempt it.
You may remember the forlorn feeling which occasionally
seizes you when you arrive early in the morning a stranger in a
great city: the stream of laboring people goes past you as you gaze
through the plate-glass window of your hotel; you see hard