I have been accused of being a soppy sentimentalist. As cynical as I am about so many things, there are some things that are just nice! This is one of the most famous editorials ever written. It was in 1897 in the New York Sun. I saw this reproduction of it in 1988. It has been in my scrapbook ever since. It has been so many years since now that I would bet most of my readers have never even heard of it. The few I asked who HAD heard of it have never had a chance to read it. Enjoy!