le from the rule of a tyrant, but unless love be at the root of
the "casus belli," other and more direful disasters will follow in the
wake of seeming victory.

There is an erroneous idea, quite general among Christian people, that
Death frees the spirit from the bonds that hold it to the mortal and
the incomplete. Death only drops off the garment of the flesh; there
are innumeral sheathings yet to be shed, before the soul grows the
wings with which to soar to the celestial realms, where Love reigns
supreme.

Love is the only power on earth or in the spheres, that can liberate
us either from our own prejudices and hatreds and fears; or from the
limitations and attractions of the animal-man.

Love is, indeed, the Alpha and Omega of Life. "There is no other God
but Thee," has been the cry of every race on this globe,
apostrophizing the unrecognized little baby-God, personified and
presented to the race-mind as Horus; or as Krishna, or as Christ; but
always it is Love, the Invisible, the Beautiful One, who is adored.

Ingersoll with his wonderful gift of word-painting, and inspired by
that great love of humanity which characterized him, has said:

"Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud. It is the morning and
evening star. It shines on the babe and sheds its radiance on the
tomb. It is the mother of art; inspirer of poet, patriot and
philosopher. It is the air and light of every heart; builder of every
home; kindler of every fire on the hearth; it was the first dress of
immortality. It fills the world with melody, for music is the voice of
love. Love is the magician, the enchanter that changes worthless
things to joy and makes right royal queens and kings of common clay.
It is the perfume of that wonderful flower, the heart, and without
that sacred passion that divine swoon, we are less than beasts, but
with it--earth is Heaven and we are gods."

It would be superfluous to state here, that Love has ever been
recognized as the supreme prize, lacking which all other gifts of life
are worthless.

It is admitted that Love is almost the only thing in this age of
commercial supremacy which can not be bought. Though it may be
bartered for.

Although it be unreservedly admitted that Love is the all-powerful and
magic solvent which transmutes all baser emotions into the higher,
the general inference will be drawn that this type of love is not
sexual. It will be termed parental; humanitarian, self-sacrificing, or
altru