safety valve and scientifically manages as well as directs and utilizes its forces. Alexanders of passion, duality and vacillation are hard to get along with in the fields and workshops of life, but Alexanders in executive chairs are the curse of modern industrial and commercial life. An Alexander ever seeks to inflict his own whimsical mind upon his colleagues and subordinates. There is only one way to do a thing and that is his way, notwithstanding the fact that Alexander's way on Tuesday is not the Alexandrian way dictated on Monday. Alexanders love the limelight, but it must be exclusively focused and kept shining on themselves. Like Nero of Rome, they tighten and slacken the strings of government to suit their humor of the moment; and their bestowal of praise or censure, approbation or disapproval, a smile or a frown, depends not upon one's conformity to truth and rightness, but upon the Alexandrian capricious egoism, its selfish, restricted and warped view of a situation or the untutored propensities of the moment.

Truth, goodness and rightness are definite, positive, eternal and yet tractable, and, to a great extent, reachable, but the will of an Alexander is so fickle, whimsical and capricious that what is heralded as the goal today, is rejected tomorrow. An Alexandrian mind demands the subservience of all his followers and subordinates, for is he not infallible-the Son of Jove? Such a man in executive power insists upon the subjection and serfdom of every will that comes under his domination; and in this way, great mental forces designed to contribute to the world's

progress are enslaved and enchained in deplorable and humiliating bondage.

A truly great leader encourages the growth and strives to develop all the latent as well as the apparent forces of his colleagues, assistants and working staff, down the line to the humblest toiler. His will is firm and strong in direction as well as power; the goal is in harmony with Cosmic Truth; egoism is subordinated to an idealism of achievement which demands the highest ultimate good. He is not fanatical, but sane and balanced-not a faddist, but a sound, rational, but expanding conservative; his decisions are based on justice, not on hysterical emotion, passion, or caprice; his honor is not built upon the shifting sands of policy, but upon the rock of eternal, immutable truth. His attitude is never hypercritical, captious or sophistical, but he seeks to express himself by logic and explainable calm reason, tempered with tolerance and human sympathy. Such a leader is never perfect but is perfecting; he knows his own limitations and is satisfied if he is pointing right and is using all his capabilities and inherent power to drive or lift himself, his followers and co-workers upward into larger truth and world usefulness.

Napoleon fought for democracy and demanded a crown for his reward. Cromwell fought for freedom from oppression, for deliverance from the idolatry of externals and the worship of hollow shams, for Puritanism and democracy with free representation of the people. Being "commander-in-chief of all the forces raised and to be raised," he later used his army of Ironsides to make himself virtually

King of England, opposed free suffrage and numerical majority and dismissed the parliaments of the people. Cromwell fought, deposed and murdered a wretched, weak, depraved King for democracy's sake, only in victory to reign as a despotic autocrat and absolute dictator, with drawn sword as well as open Bible. Thus do strong men at times build towers of arrogance on foundations of error, while blinding their followers with pictures of truth and lulling their own brains to lethargy and somnolence with fine sounding words.

The human will, vacillating and chameleon-hued, is in continual combat between truth and error, virtue and vice, life and death. The strong will directed in the channel of error is opposed to all that is noble, uplifting and eternal in life. The well directed human will that, compass-like, points to the heavenly star and strives, encourages and grows to attain, is an attribute of the divine in man. human soul with such a will, be its material mind great and complex, or small and relatively simple, is worthy to be called "A Son of Jove," if such an eminently inspiring and glorious designation may be given to mortal man.

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HE world of opportunity is free to all. Past every man surges the stream of life, giving

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him at some time or other an opportunity to utilize at least a part of his endowed mental equipment, and in its exercise and expenditure he contributes little or much to the worth-while work of humanity. Every man in some way, at some time, can use to advantage all of his inherent faculties; the Goddess Fate, however, does not advertise approach of opportunities but seems rather to find diabolical enjoyment in weaving the net of destiny around the anchored feet of blinded men. To a very few, opportunity is ushered in with a blare of trumpets, but the vast majority of men have to hunt out and learn to quickly discern their chance, embrace it and cling to it as it rushes by, phantomlike or enveloped in haze. Sometimes, as in the chamber of our minds we attend to our daily duties, a gray-haired man named Opportunity, resembling Father Time and as old as Mars, bangs at the door and vociferously announces the passing of the vehicle which he drives toward the goal of worthwhile achievement; but more often he flits by, shadow-like, a mere spectre, and without any announcement of his passage, is gone. "Opportunity comes," said the old proverb, "with feet of wool, treading soft." One must have the instinct of an