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edwells rather oftener in alleys and by-ways than she does in courtsand palaces, and that it is good, and pleasant, and profitable totrack her out, and follow her. I believe that to lay one's handupon some of those rejected ones whom the world has too longforgotten, and too often misused, and to say to the proudest andmost thoughtless--These creatures have the same elements andcapacities of goodness as yourselves, they are moulded in the sameform, and made of the same clay; and though ten times

could know more clearly the joy of such a conception, we should dry up at its source much of the unhappiness which is, in a deep and subtle way, at the bottom of many a nervous illness and many a wretched existence.The happiness which is found in the recognition of kinship with God, through the common things of life, in the experiences which are so significant that they could not spring from a lesser source, the happiness which is not sought, but which is the inevitable result of such

pifies the pre-natal stage of life.Lauds, the office of dawn, seems to resemble the beginnings ofchildhood. Prime recalls to him youth. Terce, recited whenthe sun is high in the heavens shedding brilliant light, symbolisesearly manhood with its strength and glory. Sext typifies matureage. None, recited when the sun is declining, suggests man in hismiddle age. Vespers reminds all of decrepit age gliding gentlydown to the grave. Compline, night prayer said before sleep,should remind us of the

inctive and inexplicable elements: a power deeper and more marvellous in its inscrutable ramifications than human consciousness. 'What on earth,' we say, 'could So-and-so see in So-and-so to fall in love with?' This very inexplicability I take to be the sign and seal of a profound importance. An instinct so conditioned, so curious, so vague, so unfathomable, as we may guess by analogy with all other instincts, must be Nature's guiding voice within us, speaking for the good of the human race in

ey wouldn't, she objected. You don'tknow how noisy I am.The lawyer stirred restlessly and pondered. But, surely, my dear, isn't there some relative, somewhere? hedemanded. How about your mother's people? Billy shook her head. Her eyes filled again with tears. There was only Aunt Ella, ever, that I knew anything about. Sheand mother were the only children there were, and mother died whenI was a year old, you know. But your father's people? It's even worse there. He was an only child and an