udied, then, only those organs in which men and women are alike,
as in their muscular and nervous systems, and in the organs of
digestion; in fact you learned only of the organs which are for the
preservation of the individual. You learned nothing of them in regard to
sex, which is termed special physiology."

A wave of color was creeping over Carl's face, seeing which the Doctor
said:

"As you have never studied this special physiology supposing you try to
forget that any one has ever told you anything about it, and let us for
a few minutes talk of it as of God's laws. We believe God to be pure,
and we cannot believe that he would make a law that was founded on
impurity. It is true we are able to think of his laws in an impure way,
but that is our fault, not his. Let us now try to think his pure
thoughts after him. If there are two sexes created by the Almighty he
must have a pure purpose in creating them. We seldom think how much of
beauty and melody and loveliness is due to sex.

"It is because of sex that we are gathered in families and enjoy all the
delights of home. It is because of sex that we have ties of kindred,
brothers, sisters, father, mother, uncles, aunts and cousins. Think of
the pleasant home gatherings at Christmas or Thanksgiving, or upon
family birthdays, with all the relatives, old and young, meeting in love
and sympathy; think of the sweet prattle of children in the home; think
of the tender ministrations of mother or sister in times of sorrow or
illness or death, and remember that these are possible because of sex.
Men may build themselves fine club houses where they congregate to smoke
or drink or eat together, but these are not homes. Women may go away by
themselves into a convent and give up the world, but in so doing they
give up the home; for in a real true home there must be parents and
children, and this comes through sex. We may go even farther and say
with Mr. Grant Allen that everything high and ennobling in our nature
springs directly from the fact of sex. He claims that to it 'we owe our
love of color, of graceful forms, of melodious sound, of rhythmical
motion, the evolution of music, of poetry, of romance, of painting, of
sculpture, of decorative art, of dramatic entertainment. From it,' he
says, 'springs the love of beauty, around it all beautiful arts circle
as their centre. Its subtle aroma pervades all literature, and to it we
owe the heart and all that is best within it.'

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