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By giving tears to the human race Nature revealed she was giving us also tender hearts; compassion is the finest of all our feelings. She therefore moves us to pity the accused, as he pleads his case unkempt in body and dress, or the orphan who brings to court his swindling guardian, and whose face, streaming with tears, and                                                                                                       framed by his girlish hair, invites the question 'Is he a boy?'. It is Nature who makes us cry when we meet the cortege of a girl on the eve of marriage, or a little child too small for the pyre is laid in a grave.  For what good man ....... ........ believes that any woes are remote from him ?  It is this that marks us off from the brutish herd.  Moreover, we only possess an intellect worthy of homage, have god-like powers, and are able to learn and practise the arts of civilisation, because we received that gift, sent down from the castle in heaven, which is lacking in four-footed creatures that stare at the ground.  To them when the world began, our common creator granted no more than the breath of life; to us a soul as well.  He intended that our fellow feeling should lead us to ask and offer help; to gather scattered inhabitants into communities, leaving the ancient woods, and deserting the groves where our ancestors lived; to put up houses, placing another man's dwelling beside our own abode, ensuring that we all slept safe and sound on the knowledge that each had a friend next door; to shield with                our weapons a fallen comrade or one who reeled from a shocking wound; to sound the call on a common trumpet; to man the turrets in joint defence, and fasten the gate with a single key.

Yuki: H-Hi...