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us? We are stirred with passion, and moved with the enthusiasm, and smitten with the sorrow, and we laugh with them that laugh, even as did the genius who had the power to make these things live and move amongst us. Very much the same divine afflatus, if you would so call it, comes to the one who reads ap- preciatingly as was his "whose eye, in 8 fine frenzy roying, did glance from heav. en to earth, from earth to heaven again." and
 "Gave 10 airy nothing a local habitation and
 name."
 Very much the same, we say, is the pleasure of us who read, and the joy of him who wrote. Every man knows the burning of the fires of genius, and their glowing heat within, who can truly re ceiva, really read the writings of the poets. Indeed, am by no means sure that there is not the greater measure of the blessing upon him who receives what others have created. The genius has she enthusiasm, but he has also the toll. "Genius is protracted patience," saitl Buffon. "Genius is nothing but labor and diligence" said Hogarth.
 THE GREAT THOUGHT COMES ROLLING THOUGH THE MIND,
 but there is the travail, the struggle against the unyielding narrowness of mans words, before that thought can come to birth in language. The poet wrestles in agonies of prayer and labor that God would give him words; his is the labor. His reader finds an easy path. The enthusiasm does not have to check itself to shape itself in language. That is already done. He goes on the way unchecked. The path which the master craftsman trod laboriously, word by word, he skins over light as wings, it is made so smooth and easy for him. He has his deep.moved feelings, and not the toll of voicing them. He has receiv- ed poets reward, and that, too, with out the poets labor.
 And it is so with the man who receiv. es the message which another man has given him through the melody of the throbbing brass, or of the marvellous violin. Who shall say that the heart of him who rightly hears is not stirred even the same as that of him who harmonious. ly creates? All the mystery, all the wonder, ail the beauty which music has to reveal, or else to suggest, it has it for him who hears and receives as truly as for him who forms. Did Mendelssohn or ! Bach ever more truly know all that mu. sic had to give, and all that it seemed to withhold, than did Jean Paul Richter listening to them and crying, Away away! oh music; for thou speakest te me of things which In all my life have l not found, and shall not find."
 IN THE SAME WAY HE WHO OPENS HIs l EYES
 to the message of the artists colors, hs shall know the glow of the painters sou
 when he would dip his brush ~in sunse shades, or in the blush upon human cheek.
 \ This is the truth one which reigns II all the world, which Jesus pointed ou
 In this highest place of all its mission | when he said that he who received ]. prophet in the name of prophet, shouls receive prophets reward. It Is espec Iially true in these higher spheres. Fl II whose ears arc open to Gods ministers of revelation, to hia souI the same viz Ion appears 1T tho prophet's eyes looket lupon when the heAyens wexe opsne<i, ,sns l b1Sp<s nls q ~ t TIT F