awaits the final anointing. The marigolds with their orange suns,
the lilies' white flame, the corncockle's blue crown of many
flowers, the honeysuckle's horn of fragrance--I can paraphrase
them, name, class, dissect them; and then, save for the purposes of
human intercourse, I stand where I stood before, my world bounded
by my capacity, the secret of colour and fragrance still kept. It
is difficult to believe that the second lesson will not be the
sequence of the first, and death prove a "feast of opening eyes" to
all these wonders, instead of the heavy-lidded slumber to which we
so often liken it. "Earth to earth?" Yes, "dust thou art, and
unto dust thou shalt return," but what of the rest? What of the
folded grave clothes, and the Forty Days? If the next state be, as
it well might, space of four dimensions, and the first veil which
will lift for me be the material one, then the "other" world which
is hidden from our grosser material organism will lie open, and
declare still further to my widening eyes and unstopped ears the
glory and purpose of the manifold garment of God. Knowledge will
give place to understanding in that second chamber of the House of
Wisdom and Love. Revelation is always measured by capacity: "Open
thy mouth wide," and it shall be filled with a satisfaction that in
itself is desire.

There is a child here, a happy quiet little creature holding gently
to its two months of life. Sometimes they lay it beside me, I the
more helpless of the two--perhaps the more ignorant--and equally
dependent for the supply of my smallest need. I feel indecently
large as I survey its minute perfections and the tiny balled fist
lying in my great palm. The little creature fixes me with the wise
wide stare of a soul in advance of its medium of expression; and I,
gazing back at the mystery in those eyes, feel the thrill of