nothing but to let us pay half-price. But what joy ensues when a man gives himself in full zest to the work which his hands find to do!

Discover an end that is worth pursuing in life, such as truth, beauty, goodness, let love for humanity fill your heart, and you will find it almost impossible to keep from working, scarcely aware that what you are doing is work. The most joyous worker is he who has a purpose in life, and work falls into its rightful place when there is an adequate end in view. Work as a fragmentary being upon fragments and you should not expect to experience the satisfactions of labour. But relate the present activity with the world's work and you shall be lifted into a region of contagious joy. Hence work to be its best requires an ideal environment which lifts me out of the servile present. Granted this, it is of secondary consequence what branch of my work I am just now engaged in. The moment's task well done will lead to a better. Thus work done in an ideal spirit is gloriously cumulative.

Work as such of course never demeans any one. The person who deems himself too delectable to engage in the common tasks is unworthy of the fruits of human toil. Work levels class-distinctions and welds humanity into a democratic whole. Few joys are greater than that of doing things in consort with our fellows in doing things that need