In the name
of the Saviour, I charge you, be true and tender to mankind. Come out
from Babylon into manhood, and live and labor for the fallen, the
neglected, the suffering, and the poor. Lover of arts, customs, laws,
institutions, and forms of society, love these things only as they help
mankind! With stern love, overturn them, or help to overturn them, when
they become cruel to a single--the humblest--human being. In the
world's scale, social position, influence, public power, the applause
of majorities, heaps of funded gold, services rendered to creeds, codes,
sects, parties, or federations--they weigh weight; but in God's
scale--remember!--on the day of hope, remember!--your least service
to Humanity outweighs them all._"
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THE FOUR-FIFTEEN EXPRESS.
BY AMELIA B. EDWARDS.
I.
The events which I am about to relate took place between nine and ten
years ago. Sebastopol had fallen in the early spring; the peace of Paris
had been concluded since March; our commercial relations with the
Russian Empire were but recently renewed; and I, returning home after
my first northward journey since the war, was well pleased with the
prospect of spending the month of December under the hospitable and
thoroughly English roof of my excellent friend Jonathan Jelf, Esquire,
of Dumbleton Manor, Clayborough, East Anglia.
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