If I were you, and other things . dable? Ignorance of the law excuses no man isthe statement of the civil court. Would thisbe the statement of a moral court?May a bad man do a good act ?How may we reconcile, By their fruits yeshall know them, with Judge not, that yebe not judged ? Do rightness (oughtness) and utility coin-cide ? What is the difference between a sin and acrime ? To what extent can the individual consciencebe taken as a standard? Even this brief notice of the moral facultyand its applications brings us within sight ofa moral universe outside of us, correspondingto this moral fac
If I were you, and other things . dable? Ignorance of the law excuses no man isthe statement of the civil court. Would thisbe the statement of a moral court?May a bad man do a good act ?How may we reconcile, By their fruits yeshall know them, with Judge not, that yebe not judged ? Do rightness (oughtness) and utility coin-cide ? What is the difference between a sin and acrime ? To what extent can the individual consciencebe taken as a standard? Even this brief notice of the moral facultyand its applications brings us within sight ofa moral universe outside of us, correspondingto this moral faculty within us; a universegoverned by moral laws, as truly as by phys-ical laws, or by social laws. [113] JSesipect, mttvmcty miiQion Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control,These three alone lead life to sovereign power. —Tennyson. A theory of morals is like a house by the roadside,where one may rest securely for a night, but which isnot the journeys end. Ethics is a sign-post on the wayto religion. —Francis G. HAD always been ambi-tious to care for sickfolk, to drive away head-ache, to bind up a sprainedwrist, to soothe people tosleep. I remember what a choke came into my throatwhen, as a girl of fifteen, I was asked to situp with a dear old neighbor who was dyingof blood poisoning. It was hard to get nursesin the country, and neighbors offered choke in my throat was caused by thesense of being trusted to care for a very sickwoman. It was a terrible night. The dearlady was in delirium for hours. A kind ofpride, mingled with sympathy for the family,prevented my calling to my aid any of the[ 144 ] m^ptct, mutzncty Keligfon worn-out watchers who were sleeping the sleepof utter exhaustion February night, from ten oclock untilhalf-past five in the morning, seems to me nowto have been a night of maturing thought inmy girl life. Scripture texts came flooding mymind, when it seemed as if I could not controlthat sick woman another moment: As t
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