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.