junior lieutenant in the Navy. The younger one, 20, a private in the Army, had come home from Fort Dix to say goodbye to his brother. We were happily reminiscing about their boyhood and about family matters of one kind and another. But there was a bit of serious atmosphere, too, in our intimate little group.
I had spent my lifetime in business in Boston, was approaching my 65th birthday, and the boys were asking me some questions about the qualities in life that seemed, to me, to be the most important. I thought for a moment, and suddenly I realized that the three great virtues—faith, hope, and charity—were the root of everything worthwhile; that from them sprung everything that was good, and nothing that was evil; and that they represented the conscientious discharge of our obligations to our