nothing to do with art."

"I dissent from Judge Marsden's decision now, most emphatically,"
replied Hemstead. "Is not true art fidelity to nature?"

"Yes, so it is claimed."

"And where does nature come from? God is the Divine Artist, and
is furnishing themes for all other artists. God is the author of
landscapes, mountains, rivers, of scenes like that we saw this morning,
or of a fine face and a noble form, as truly as of a chapter in the
Bible. He manifests Himself in these things. Now fine paintings,
statuary, and music bring out the hidden meanings of nature,
and therefore more clearly God's thought. Theology, or knowledge
concerning our Creator, is a science to which everything can minister,
and surely the appreciation of the beautiful should be learned in
connection with the Author of all beauty."

"I never thought of God in that light before," said Lottie. "He
has always seemed like one watching to catch me at something wrong.
Our solemn old Sunday-school teacher used to say to us children
just before we went home, 'Now during the week whenever you are
tempted to do anything wrong, remember the text, "Thou, God, seest
me."' When wasn't I tempted to do wrong? and I had for a long time
the uncomfortable feeling that two great eyes were always staring
at me. But this isn't sleigh-riding chit-chat," and she broke into
a merry little trill from a favorite opera.

Hemstead, with his strong love of the beautiful, could not help
watching her with deepening interest. The rapid motion, the music