If the graves of the thousands of victims who have fallen in the terrible wars of the two races had been placed in line the philanthropist might travel from the Atlantic to the Pacific and from the Lakes to the Gulf and be constantly in sight of green mounds.
On a level plain simple mounds look like hills and the insipid flatness of our present bourgeoisie is to be measured by the altitude of its great intellects.
More marriages might survive if the partners realized that sometimes the better comes after the worse.