Greater than all men is the man with the white hair and the small brass key, for no other man in the world could compel two hundred men to think for so long the same thought. Surely when the light breaks I will write a hymn unto him which shall hail him greater than Mohammed and Arbues and Torquemada and Mesmer, and all the other masters of other men's thoughts. I shall call him Almighty, for he holds everything of all and of me in a little brass key in his pocket. Everything of me he holds but the branding iron of contempt and the claymore of hatred for the monstrous cabala that can make the apostle and the murderer, the poet and the procurer, think of the same gate, the same key and the same exit on the different sunlit highways of life. * * * * * My brother, do not walk any more. It is wrong to walk on a grave. It is a sacrilege to walk four steps from the headstone to the foot and four steps from the foot to the headstone. If you stop walking, my brother, no longer will this be a grave, for you will give me back that mind that is chained to your feet and the right to think my own thoughts. I implore you, my brother, for I am weary of the long vigil, weary of counting your steps, and heavy with sleep. Stop, rest, sleep, my brother, for the dawn is well nigh and it is not the key alone that can throw open the gate. BY GEORGE WASHINGTON (First president of the United States, 1732-1799) Government is not reason, it is not eloquence--it is force! Like fire it is a dangerous servant and a fearful master; never for a moment should it be left to irresponsible action. Forcible Feeding (_From "The Suffragette"_) BY E. SYLVIA PANKHURST (English militant leader)