art and literature. It is a good enough guide to begin one's
pilgrimage with, if one soon parts company from it. Rather one must
learn to give honour where honour is due, to bow down in true
reverence before all spirits that are noble and adorable, whether
they wear crowns and bear titles of honour, or whether they are
simple and unnoted persons, who wear no gold on their garments.

Sincerity and simplicity! if I could only say how I reverence them,
how I desire to mould my life in accordance with them! And I would
learn, too, swiftly to detect the living spirits, whether they be
young or old, in which these great qualities reign.

For I believe that there is in life a great and guarded city, of
which we may be worthy to be citizens. We may, if we are blest, be
always of the happy number, by some kindly gift of God; but we may
also, through misadventure and pain, through errors and blunders,
learn the way thither. And sometimes we discern the city afar off,
with her radiant spires and towers, her walls of strength, her
gates of pearl; and there may come a day, too, when we have found
the way thither, and enter in; happy if we go no more out, but
happy, too, even if we may not rest there, because we know that,
however far we wander, there is always a hearth for us and
welcoming smiles.

I speak in a parable, but those who are finding the way will
understand me, however dimly; and those who have found the way, and
seen a little of the glory of the place, will smile at the page and
say: "So he, too, is of the city."

The city is known by many names, and wears different aspects to