in the motion of our wills, that we may be purged from the
contagion of the body and the affections of the brute and
overcome and rule them. And I pray also that Thou wouldest drive
away the blinding darkness from the eyes of our souls that we may
know well what is to be held for divine and what for mortal."

"The nobleness with which Thou hast endowed us-" this, and not
the cry of the miserable sinner whose very repentance is no
virtue but the consequence of failure and weakness is the strong
music to which we must march.

And the way is open to the mountains.



THE INTERPRETER A ROMANCE OF THE EAST

I

There are strange things in this story, but, so far as I
understand them, I tell the truth. If you measure the East with a
Western foot-rule you will say, "Impossible." I should have said
it myself.

Of myself I will say as little as I can, for this story is of
Vanna Loring. I am an incident only, though I did not know that
at first.

My name is Stephen Clifden, and I was eight-and-thirty; plenty of
money, sound in wind and limb. I had been by way of being a