“I wur listenin’ ‘nd thinkin’.  After awhile he finished ’nd then a gentle, kind-faced man stepped outer ther crowd ’nd sed he:  ’What are thet bright metal on ther end of y’r flag-staff?’ Ther man sed it war aluminum.  Then the kind-faced man asked what aluminum cum from.  Ther other answered:  ‘Clay.’  ‘Jest common clay?’ asked ther man.  ’Jest common clay,’ said ther other.  ’How long since ther beautiful metal war discovered?’ asked ther kind-faced man.  ’It war within ther last half century,’ war the answer.  Then the kind faced man made a discourse sunthin’ like this: 

“‘Yo’ want a wisible proof thet man hez a soul.  Ef yo’ hed lived sixty year ago ‘nd men hed told yo’ ther wur in common clay a metal ez bright ez silver, ez ductile ez gold, with almost ther tensile strength uv steel; sunthin’ thet could be worked inter eny form, indestructible under ther usual destructive agents of ther world, yo’ wouldn’t ha’ believed it, would yo’?  Yet it war thar all ther time.  Fur thousands of years, men delved in clay.  Ther wheels of ages ground it inter powder, which ther winds blew away; when men died, other men sed, ‘They is turned ter clay,’ which signefied ther utter degrerdation o’ death; but ther men what bilt ther Bable Tower, hed they but known ther secret, mighter from thet same material have bilt a dome higher nor St. Paul’s, thet would uv shone like burnished silver ’nd would hev retained all its strength ’nd splendor, notwithstandin’ ther erosion uv time ‘nd ther abrashin’ uv ther ages, even till now, tho’ since then two hundred generations uv men has lived and died.

“Still, yo’ think thet ther power thet put thet imperishable, indestructible, stainless soul in ther clay at our feet, war less thoughtful, less wise, less merciful when he created man in His own sublime image?  Ther chemist found this property in clay after er thousand nations hed spurned it under ther feet; this soul in clay, which will not tarnish, which can be drawn out inter finest wires and thinnest leaves; hev yo’ ther audacity ter proclaim thet ther subtle chemistry of death cannot reveal anything bright and indestructible fur man, when these pore mortal senses shall have spent ther energies; when this pore body shall uv fallen back ter dust ’nd ther clearer light shell ’ave dawned.”

“It war a great sermon.  The unbeliever shambled shamefaced away, ’nd I’ve been er thinkin’ uv it ever since.”

“It must be true,” said Sedgwick.  “Somewhere must be kept the records of the hearts that break in silence, of the eyes that grow dim in straining at signals on heights beyond the vision of mortal man, of hands that lose their hold on immortality, because of the merciless buffetings of the world.

“This looks like a wrecked world around us, but there was a splendor here once.  Here the alphabet of the stars was first traced out, and the order of their shining processions made known; here barbarism was first beaten back; the first code was made here; here were originated the sciences of architecture and of war; here the arts of agriculture and mechanics were born; and here was lighted and kept bright the flame of knowledge until it became a beacon to the world, that, before that light was kindled, was altogether dark.