The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1904-12-04

fdSEp1 Its decree with far more sim
.ss.zi.. plicity. nor IS there sincerity in
the resistance they offer. They are still
nearer 10 God and yield themselves with
less reserve to the pure workings OF the.
mystery. f
And therefore It is doubtless that all
the incidents in our lie In which they
take part seem to bring US nearer to the
very fountain head OF destiny. It IS
above all when by their side that mo-
ments come, unexpectedly, when q clear
resentment, flashes across us pre-
sentiment OF q III ethat does not always
seem parallel to the lie We know OF.
They lead us close to the gates Of our
4 being.
May II not DO during one OF those pro-
found moments when his head Is p!llowed
on a woman's breast that the hero learns
4 ia know the strength and steadfnstness
or his star? And. indeed will any, true
sentiment OF the future ever come TO the
man who has not had his resting place ~
IL wonan's heart <t ~ 5
Yet again do we enter the troubled cir
cles Of higher conscience. All! how true
1t Is that. here, too "the so-called psyci-
ology is a. hobgoblin. that has lsurped in
the veritablc images OF the GODS" For
1t IL not the surface that always con-
Germs us-nay, nor Is ut the deepest Of
hidden thoughts. Do you Imagine that
and words and that the soul never
energies from It's dungeon? Dol need to
30 told whether she whom take nfmy
arms to-day Is jealous or iaithful, gay, or
sad sincere or trea cherous? Do you think
II that these swretched words can attain the
heights whereupon our souls repose and
where our destiny fnlfls itself in silence?
WI What caro- Whether She speak Of rain
4 Or Jewels, OF pins or feathers; what care
I though she appear not to understand?
DO you think it Is for sublime word =
thirst when ! feel hat a soul is gazing
Into my soul? Do not know that the
most beautiful of thoughts dare not raise
their hepds when the mysteries confront
!. them? 55.y5s
we're ! Plato, Pascal or Michael Angelo
and the woman loved merely telling me
OF her earnings the. words would say
and the words She would say would APP
waves OF the fatl,omless inner sea that
each OF us would DO contemplating lnsthc
other.
Iet but my very leftIsst thoughts III, ns
not turn.the balance against, the three 1T.
tie words that the maid Who loves me
shall haye WHISPERED Of her silver bsng aes
It Is we who do not understand, because,
We never, rise above the earth leyelJo our
intellect. Let us but ascend to the ilrst
arc, levelled by the purifying hand Of the
horizon that opens before us. what difrer
once, then between = p pr ., Of Of
Marcus Anreli'ls a ~ me eol Gors ot 'e e
humble and learn to distinguish between
accident and essence, Let no nnt stln ,a tilaf
,u to forget the Rpoe!gies 81
The most degraded ideas can no more
5rlffle the eternal surface OF our soul than
amid tho stars Of heaven, lilmalnya J. pr
l(,.,t t11., sfu "a
preebpes COX ana t sH'esS q Of
n great Invisible Presence--alli Is sAld,tand 4
II Know that, she twhoils by my SIDE is my
l But truly this equal Is admirable and
tho lowest of wantons possesses that
which We never have 70 inasm,lel u.s. IN hef
le heI primit,ye insstnots ali Women hays
with the unknown ! t !, at
t that separates the best Of men from the
When 4 han1i a solemn moment ot life demands
!. sE9E as s sa esSy e 9assi
lsa ssnfns,a a te hSs
woman s " never Sforgets the path, that leads
to the centre Iot her being, and No, matter
whether tud her y .opul,s,,see oEin Boy
sGr r. fllaesf q Ri k Whis.
n nei pfi ruiy come me Gfost
from The xlgsin depths OF my. SOUL 10y IS, sne
and an iIithoIt AZ Snoment' hesitation she
wills bring back to mo from out her.l N <,
,tssf a. Me esa pure soN an
nv own. II IL u as' though soul were always
prepared , IA Give anasvss, to the loftiest ap-
peals from anot Yer SOW and the ransom \