o reign as a king. What a fall was there! the
gospel of hope and joy was brought to the children of Gibeon, the
hewers of wood and drawers of water. The love of Christ has wrought
greater miracles than He did. Look at the arena in Rome. Look at the
whole countless army of martyrs. When Mrs. Booth died, the eighty
thousand women that nightly walked the streets of London rebelled, and
for once the long aisles of brick and stone were swept clean of that
awful arraignment of civilization. That was more of a miracle than
satisfying three thousand souls with food. At least, it's enough of a
miracle for me."

The tears came into her eyes, and she gathered up her pans and went
into the house.

XVIII

Are God and Nature then at strife,
That Nature lends such evil dreams?
So careful of the type she seems,
So careless of the single life:

So careful of the type? but no.
From scarped cliff and quarried stone
She cries, "A thousand types are gone:
I care for nothing, all shall go."

TENNYSON.

They were sitting in the doorway together. Robin rested her chin in
her hands and looked down the valley, the lines of perplexity
deepening in her forehead.

"If only we had an angel with a sword, or without one, to tell us what
to do," she said. "If only we were deeply religious with the
old-fashioned orthodox religion, that would enable us to believe we
were predestined not to be drowned--"

"Or if we believed in a personal God, without whom not a sparrow
falleth, though the waters cover the face of the earth and blot out
millions of His creatures," answered Adam. "After all, can we do
better than follow the dictates of Nature?"

"Do you mean to look through Nature up to Nature's God?" answered
Robin. "How can we worship any God as pitiless as Nature? Nature is
strong, but is it our place to help her in her care for the single
type? Perhaps we are the trilobites of a new Silurian period; well,
trilobites were painfully common, but we need not be. Nature's laws
are immutable, so we have been told with wearying insistence, but
suppose you and I have wills as strong as Nature herself? Suppose we
ask what she has done for the humanity of which we are a part, that
she should demand fresh victims from us? Oh, I know; you will tell
me,--

"'What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite
in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action
ho