ound many caught in
their different conventions--world ways, the obvious and the temporal,
as if we had never breathed the open together. It was one of the great
lessons to me--to deal with the younger generation. I sometimes think
the younger the better. I have recalled again and again the significance
of the Catholic priests' saying--"Give us your child until he is seven
only----"

In one year I have been so accustomed to see young people change--to
watch the expression of their splendid inimitable selves, that it comes
like a grim horror how the myriads of children are literally sealed in
the world.

We believe that God is in everything; that we would be fools, or at best
innocuous angels if there were not evil in the world for us to be ground
upon and master. We are held and refined between the two
attractions--one of the earth and the other a spiritual uplift. We
believe that the sense of Unity is the first deep breath of the soul,
the precursor of illumination; that the great Brotherhood conception
must come from this sense. Next to this realisation, we believe that
man's idea of time is an illusion, that immortality is here and now;
that nothing can happen to us that is not the right good thing; that the
farther and faster we go, the more beautiful and subtle is the system of
tests which are played upon us; that our first business in life is to
reconcile these tests to our days and hours, to understand and regard
them from the standpoint of an unbroken life, not as a three-score-and-ten
adventure here. You would think these things hard to understand--they
are not. The littlest ones have it--the two small boys of seven and nine,
who have not regularly entered the Chapel.

* * * * *

The little girl brought us some of these thoughts in her own way, and
without title:

The soul is very old. It has much to say, if one learns to
listen. If one makes his body fine, he can listen better. And
if one's body is fine from the beginning, it is because he
has learned to listen before. All that we have learned in
past ages is coiled within. The good a man does is all kept
in the soul, and all his lessons. The little fairy people
that played around him and told him queer things when he was
first a rock, then flowers and trees, are still printed in
his soul. The difficult thing is to bring them out into the
world, to tell them. By listening,