a struggle greater than ours, as much greater as the hawk is greater than the cage, the mind greater than the body. So again I say be kind, gentle, obedient. I am sorry I was not thus always. Once I thought I was smart and that I would not be a slave; I would run away and take Bet' with me. But she said, 'Stay. Our master is kind.' I had learned to untie any knot he could make. One day just at dark master

He was stopped by a little

got on me and rode out alone. negro boy. He dismounted and crawled to the top of the hill. He came back, mounted me, turned and ran me as fast as I could run to a hill; then seeing some men he ran me to

them and jumped off. One of the men caught me. He ran

to a tent.

Then all the men came around, and mounting horses

began to run them in all directions.

going on. No sleep, no rest to them.

All night long this was

I lay down. Almost
The men went first.

as soon as light came all began to move. We then went in another direction with the mules and wagons. Then they arranged the wagons so the mules were behind them. Master tied me with an easy knot to a wagon. He lay down on a fallen tree. I thought I would be smart and untie myself. I was then starting to run, when his colored boy caught me. He tied me to a small tree and took a long time. By and by some horses came to meet me. They did not stop, but ran, and the All was confusion.

men began to scamper.

jump up and go to where I wished I was tied.

I saw master

When he saw

where I was he turned and went back. Then without hat or

coat he ran for me.

He could not untie me, but pulled up the

bush and jumped on me.

He must have risked much, as all the

men cheered when he rode up safe. It was to save me that he must have tied me. I was better after that.

And so I say be

gentle, be kind. Your master's health depends on you. is at a grander work than my master was. Yours,

"FRANK WOOD."

He

Behold, what sacred weavings cross the threads of life. How near us lies the realm of mystery. Not only in the night but in the daytime the mysterious ships approach each other, salute, and pass. Try what figure we will, be it woven fabric or open sea, they are all inadequate. Whether we try to fathom the blind movement in the heart of a fractious horse or the awful agony of a man suffering from the shipwreck. of faith and shattered hearthstones, our plumbline is too short. Everything from the trusting love of a horse up to the divine expiation on Calvary, everything from the long homesickness of the dog that walked from Kansas to Illinois to join his master up to the world-renouncing love of Prince Siddârtha, the Light of Asia, bespeaks the unity of law and love, suggests harmony in complexity, simplicity in diversity. It is the harmony of progress, the simplicity of ethics and the sublimity of reverence.

Restless, restless, speed we on,

Whither in the vast unknown?

Not to you and not to me

Are the sealèd orders shown:

But the Hand that built the road,

And the Light that leads the feet,

And this inward restlessness,

Are such invitation sweet,

That where I no longer see,

Highway still must lead to Thee!"

REALIZING LIFE

To the peace that passeth knowing,
And the light that is not of day!

All alone on the hill-top!
Nothing but God and me,
And the springtime's resurrection,
Far shinings of the sea,

The river's laugh in the valley,
Hills dreaming of their past;
And all things silently opening,
Opening into the Vast!

Eternities past and future

Seem clinging to all I see, And things immortal cluster

Around my bended knee.