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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