It so happens in the course of events that many men
live and labor, often unknown and more often unheeded as
they toil onward across the stream of life. They die and
are soon forgotten. A few days and the ripple they have
made on the surface of the onrushing stream has, with them,
disappeared.
But it also happens that other men, when they have
crossed, may look behind them and proudly watch the mighty
waves they have made sweep forward with ever increasing
propensity, augmented by their very momentum, shaping the
destinies of those left behind. The influence that men
exert upon their fellows lives after them in such proportion
of magnitude as its naked value shall have been deserving.
