text:  Men _talk_ of "a million;" how few have ever _counted_ one! Men walk along the Strand Fleet Street Ludgate Hill; how few think of the multiplied passions and powers which flit by them on their way--of the separate world which surrounds each passer-by--of the separate history external and internal of each--each possessing feelings motives of action characters differing from the others as the stamp of nature on his brow differs from his fellows! Thus also men's ears ring with the advancement of science men's beards wag with repetition of the novel powers which have been educed from material nature; and if in our daily traffic we traverse without attention countless sands of thought how much more in our hackneyed talk of science do we neglect the debt we owe to thought--thought not the mere normal impulse of humanity but the carefully elaborated lucubration of minds of which the term _thinking_ is emphatically predicable! Names which are met with but once in the annals of science and there dimly seen as a star of the least magnitude have perhaps earned that remote and obscure corner by painful self-denial by unwearied toil! And yet not only these but others who have added to diligence high mental acumen or profundity whose wells of thought are compared with those of the general mass unfathomable earn but a careless occasional notice--are known but to few of those who daily reap the harvest which they have sown and who even boast of seeing further than they did as the dwarf on the shoulders of a giant can see further than the giant