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A practical philanthropist, she had the courage of her convictions, and from the first was no mere closet moralist or sentimental bewailer of the woes of humanity. She was the Samaritan stooping over the wounded Jew.
Leading a gang of swindlers must have been a change from helping a philanthropist." Daly smiled rather grimly. "For a long time I served a strange man. Philanthropy loses its charm when it becomes a business and results are demanded from all the money given.
The diseases and excesses which it engenders are far more devastating than those which spring from any other vice, and yet no philanthropist is bold enough to look the question in the face. The virtuous shrink from it, the vicious don't care about it, the godly simply condemn, and the ungodly indulge and so the world rolls on, and hundreds of thousands go down annually to utter ruin.
She started, blushed a little, and led the way into another room. I closed the door. "My dear Estella," I said, "I have been amusing my leisure by composing a fairy story." "Indeed," she said, smiling, "a strange occupation for a philanthropist and philosopher, to say nothing of a poet."
The answer is, "Beefsteak or tripe, yeast or saleratus, which you please. But, meanwhile, what is good enough for the wife is good enough for the husband." I remember to have read, many years ago, the life of Sir Samuel Romilly, the English philanthropist.
Nothing succeeds like success: people had sneered at the mania for futile legislation that possessed the "humanity-monger" who so embarrassed party leaders with his crusade on behalf of mere mercy and justice; they now approved the practical philanthropist who had taken away a great reproach from his nation, and glorified the age in which they lived because of its special humaneness, while they exulted not less in the brightening prospects of the country.
Observe discretion. Farewell, my friend!" In another minute he was gone, and the place looked empty without him. Caryl Carne cared not a jot about that. He was anything but a philanthropist; his weaknesses, if he had any, were not dispersive, but thoroughly concentric.
Belcovitch, attired in a skirt and a night-cap, stopped aghast in the act of combing out her wig, which hung over an edge of the back of a chair, that served as a barber's block. Like the apple-woman, she fancied the apparition a lady philanthropist and though she had long ceased to take charity, the old instincts leaped out under the sudden shock.
"Whether it's brachy," said Lady Viping, "or whether it's dolly I can never remember?" I guessed she was talking of Justin's head. "Oh! brachycephalic," I said. I had lost Mary's answer. "They say he's a woman hater," said Lady Viping. "It hardly looks like it now, does it?" "Who?" I asked. "What? oh! Justin." "The great financial cannibal. Suppose she turned him into a philanthropist!
Also in 1836 the office at Cincinnati in which James G. Birney published The Philanthropist, was sacked, the types scattered, and the press broken and sunk in the river. Birney was a southerner by birth, and had been a slave-holder, but had freed his slaves. Between 1834 and 1840 there was hardly a place of any size in the North where an Abolitionist could speak with certain safety.
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