nd? "'In the heart of
the woods. O Love, O Love!'"

There was a shimmery glister of lightning among the shadowy growth.
Was it a figure, a form of a woman beckoning him, guiding him. He
turned away from the midnight still, and followed that shimmery light,
straight to the little graveyard in the woods, and fell across the
little new mound there, and sobbed like a child that has rebelled and
yielded. A soft presence breathed among the shadows; a soft presence
that crept to his bosom when he opened his arms, his face still
pressed against the soft, new sod. A strange, sweet peace came to him,
such as he had never felt before, filling him with restful, chastened,
and exquisite sadness. The storm passed by after awhile, and the rain
fell softly--as the dew falls on flowers. And he arose and went home,
with the chastened peace upon him, and the old passionate pain gone
forever.

* * * * *

But as the summers drifted by, year after year, he returned. He became
a familiar comer to the humble mountain folk, where summer twilight
times they saw him leaning on the parson's little gate, conversing
with the old man of the "Promised Land" toward which, as "brethren,"
they were travelling. Sometimes they talked of the blessed dead--the
dear, dear dead who are permitted to return to give help to their
loved ones.

Aye, he believes it, knows it, for the old temptation assails him no
more forever. That is enough to know.

And in the heart of the woods in the dewy twilight, or at the solemn
midnight, she comes to meet him, unseen but felt, and walks with him
again along the way from Dan to Beersheba. He holds communion with her
there, and is satisfied and strengthened.

God knows, God knows if it be true, she meets him there. But life is
no longer agony and struggle with him. And often when he starts upon
his lonely walks, he hears the wind passing through the ragged cedars
with a low, tremulous soughing and bends his ear to listen. "In the
heart of the woods, O Love, O Love."

And he understands at last how to those passed on is vouchsafed a
power denied the human helper, and that she who would have been his
guide and comforter now gave him better guardianship--a watchful and a
holy spirit.

EDITORIAL NOTES.

PHARISAISM IN PUBLIC LIFE.

The poisonous and corrupting influence of Pharisaism is noticeable in
every strata of society, as vicious and odious to-day as when the
great Galilea