And he has integrity, for he is a real man.  He has wholeness, completeness, soundness, and roundness.  He is an integer and never counts for less than one in any relation of life.  He cannot be a mere cipher, for he is dynamic.  He rings true at every impact of life, is free from dross and veneer, and is genuine through and through.  There was arithmetic, back along the line somewhere, but it has been absorbed in the big quality which it helped to generate and develop.  And it is better so.  For if he were now solving decimals and square root he would be but a cog and not the great wheel itself.  He has grown beyond his arithmetic as he has grown beyond his boyhood warts and freckles, for the larger life has absorbed them.  Yet he feels no disdain either for freckles or arithmetic, but regards them as gracious incidents of youth and growth.  He cannot read his Latin as he once could, but he does not grieve; for he knows it has not been lost but, in changed form, is enshrined in the heart of integrity.

Again, he has the qualities of thoroughness, concentration, a sense of responsibility, loyalty, and serenity.  He is big enough, and true enough both to himself and others, to pursue a straight and steady course.  To him, life is a boon, a privilege, an investment, an opportunity, a responsibility, and, therefore, a gift too precious to be squandered or frivoled away.  To him, hours are of fine gold and should be seized that they may be fused and fashioned into a statue of beauty.  Being loyal to this conception, he moves on from achievement to achievement nor stops to note that fragrant flowers of blessing and benediction are springing forth luxuriantly in his path.  His spirit is big with rightness, his brain is clear, his conscience is clean, his eyes look upward, his words are sincere, his thoughts are lofty, his purposes are true, and his acts distill blessings.  He is no mere figment of fancy, but rather a noble reality whose prototype may be found on the bench, in the forum, in the study, in the sanctum, in the school and the college, in the factory, on the farm, and in the busy mart.

And, withal, he is a success as a human being.  His sincerity is proverbial in all things, both great and small.  In him there is nothing of the mystic, the hermit, or the sybarite.  He has great joy of life, and this joy is true, honest, and real, and never simulated.  He drinks in life at every pore, and gives forth life that invigorates and inspires whomsoever it touches.  His laugh is the expression of his wholesome nature; his words are jewels of discrimination; his every sentence bears a helpful message; his fine sense of humor mellows and illumines every situation; and his face always shows forth the light within.  Children find delight in his society, and the exuberant vitality of his nature wins for him the friendship of all living creatures.  Birds seem to sing for him, and flowers to exhale their odors for his delight.  For the influences of birds, flowers, streams, trees, meadows, and mountains are enmeshed in his life.  Nature reveals her secrets to him and gives to him of her treasures because he goes out to meet her.  Because he smiles at nature she smiles back at him, and the union of their smiles gives joy to those who see.