themselves by killing and wounding and trapping and caging and
persecuting them in various other ways.

The sight of that burning and shining spirit in its frail
tenement--for did I not actually see her spirit and the very
soul of her in those eyes?--was the last of the unforgotten
experiences I had at that place which had startled and
repelled me with its ugliness.

But, no, there was one more, marvellous as any--the experience
of a day of days, one of those rare days when nature appears
to us spiritualized and is no longer nature, when that which
had transfigured this visible world is in us too, and it
becomes possible to believe--it is almost a conviction--that
the burning and shining spirit seen and recognized in one
among a thousand we have known is in all of us and in all
things. In such moments it is possible to go beyond even the
most advanced of the modern physicists who hold that force
alone exists, that matter is but a disguise, a shadow and
delusion; for we may add that force itself--that which we call
force or energy--is but a semblance and shadow of the
universal soul.

The change in the weather was not sudden; the furious winds
dropped gradually; the clouds floated higher in the heavens,
and were of a lighter grey; there were wider breaks in them,
showing the lucid blue beyond; and the sea grew quieter. It
had raved and roared too long, beating against the iron walls
that held it back, and was now spent and fallen into an uneasy
sleep, but still moved uneasily and moaned a little. Then all