text:  For which of us is there in whom known or unknown alas! there is not much that needs to be forgiven? Which of us that is not more akin to Burns in his fleshly frailties then in his diviner spirit? That conviction regards not merely solemn and public celebrations of reverential memory--such as this; it pervades the tenor of our daily life runs in our heart's-blood sits at our hearths wings our loftiest dreams of human exaltation