ded readers of this farrago will at least recognize
the region of thought of which Mr. Clark writes, as familiar. In his
latest pamphlet, "Tennyson's Trances and the Anaesthetic Revelation,"
Mr. Blood describes its value for life as follows:--

"The Anaesthetic Revelation is the Initiation of Man into the
Immemorial Mystery of the Open Secret of Being, revealed as the
Inevitable Vortex of Continuity. Inevitable is the word. Its motive
is inherent--it is what has to be. It is not for any love or hate, nor
for joy nor sorrow, nor good nor ill. End, beginning, or purpose, it
knows not of.

"It affords no particular of the multiplicity and variety of things but
it fills appreciation of the historical and the sacred with a secular
and intimately personal illumination of the nature and motive of
existence, which then seems reminiscent--as if it should have appeared,
or shall yet appear, to every participant thereof.

"Although it is at first startling in its solemnity, it becomes
directly such a matter of course--so old-fashioned, and so akin to
proverbs that it inspires exultation rather than fear, and a sense of
safety, as identified with the aboriginal and the universal. But no
words may express the imposing certainty of the patient that he is
realizing the primordial, Adamic surprise of Life.

"Repetition of the experience finds it ever the same, and as if it
could not possibly be otherwise. The subject resumes his normal
consciousness only to partially and fitfully remember its occurrence,
and to try to formulate its baffling import--with only this consolatory
afterthought: that he has known the oldest truth, and that he has done
with human theories as to the origin, meaning, or destiny of the race.
He is beyond instruction in 'spiritual things.'

"The lesson is one of central safety: the Kingdom is within. All days
are judgment days: but there can be no climacteric purpose of
eternity, nor any scheme of the whole. The astronomer abridges the row
of bewildering figures by increasing his unit of measurement: so may we
reduce the distracting multiplicity of things to the unity for which
each of us stands.

"This has been my moral sustenance since I have known of it. In my
first printed mention of it I declared: 'The world is no more the
alien terror that was taught me. Spurning the cloud-grimed and still
sultry battlements whence so lately Jehovan thunders boomed, my gray
gull lifts her wing against t