SOMETIMES when our lives seem to be running smoothly along the guide-lines of virtue and we feel that we are doing everything that duty and conscience require, a great doubt assails us. Are we really good? May it not be that our seeming integrity is just mere conformity, external and accidental, with the Law -- product, or part product, of fortunate circumstance, without any trustworthy guarantee of our real strength of character?
At such times we find a very ominous resonance in the imprecations of the poet on the "race of Abel," or in the sarcastic references of the novelist to the "rascality of honest men"; and anxiously we ask ourselves whether we, too, placed in other environments, exposed to other dangers, would succeed in maintaining our present high estate and avoid becoming, to our shame, like men from whom we now withdraw in anger and in horror. In this tor-