rience and experience hope and hope maketh not ashamed
because the love of God is shed about in your hearts.

"I speak to you but as an ambassador in bonds.

"Brethren, pray constantly for one another and for me, remembering that
the prayers of a righteous man availeth much. And the peace of God which
passeth all understanding, keep your hearts and minds through Jesus
Christ, Amen."

* * * * *

Doctor Brown, growing restless, and I conscience-stricken, I thought it
best to make a hasty departure for the house.

That night at supper I managed to turn the conversation to dreams,
hoping to hear from him.

He finally said; "It is remarkable the way we fit familiar scenes or
even places we have visited but once into our dream thoughts. Thus
dressed they become quite realistic until we almost persuade ourselves
that we have lived the experience.

"Some years ago I visited the city of Syracuse and was deeply interested
by the catacombs on the island of Ortzgia, just a short way from the
modern city, particularly as they had been used as a place of worship,
of refuge from persecution and of burial by the early Christians.

"Among other things of interest therein are the frescoes, in which
drawings of fish as religious symbols predominate, the Greek word for
which furnished the initial letters for the Saviour's name and office;
the tombs and an altar from which Paul is said to have preached, when
sent by Festus from Caesarea to Rome.

"I rarely sleep in the daytime; but today the cool subdued light and
quiet of the springhouse was responsible for a lapse.

"Having in mind to prepare a sermon on faith and the resurrection, and
thinking of certain of Paul's letters in connection therewith, my dream
thoughts were so assembled that while I slept I seemed to hear Paul
preaching from the altar in the catacombs on that identical subject."

RICHARD HAWKWOOD.

I am home from the University of Virginia, having completed the law
course. The restful peace of the old farmhouse is most enjoyable; but
there is another blemish upon the landscape; my father is building a
second tobacco barn, and the foreman in charge, a union carpenter, or
nine-hour man, as we then called him, is a disturbing element, spending
his time, when not at work, chewing tobacco and aggressively talking
about the rights of labor and the danger to the world of concentrated
wealth.

When thus engaged he is a typical na