The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1904-11-13

whom It can Runreservedly5 lhve. When
the soul has vcritably drawn near to
such being. beauty Is no longer a love-
Is. l1Ye,ess thing that ono exhibits to the
stranger. for It suddenly takes unto It
Eelf an impcrious existence and Its &C.
&tvity becomes SO natural as to be hence
forth Irresistible. s
\ Flatinus, after speaking OF the beauty
that is 'lntangible,-i O.. dtvine-con-
cltidcs thuH;7"As regards ourselves we are
beautiful when We belong to ourselves
and ugly when we lower on rKelves to our
inferior nature. Also nre We beautiful
when we know ourselves, and ugly when
we have no such knowledge.
Bear It In mind, however. that hero We
are on the mountains where not to know
ones SELF means far more than mere
ignorance OF what takes place within us
at moments OF Jealousy or love- fear or
envy, Happiness or Sunhappiness. Hero,
not to know ones self means to be IN
conscious OF all the divine that throbs In
man
AS re wander from the gods Within
so does ugliness en- wrap US aa we dis
cover them, 80 do we become more beau
titul. But II Is only. by revealing the d.
vine that Ia In US that we may discover
the divine In others. Needs must one
god beckon to another, and no signal 10
SO I,nperceptible but they will every one
OF them respond.
1t cannot be said too often that. be the
crevtce never 90 small. It will yet suf-
flee for all the waters Of heaven to pour
into our soul. Every cup Is stretched. out
to the unknown spring. and We arc IN
region where mono think OF aught but
beauty.
II we could ask OF an angel what It is
that our souls do In the shadow I believe
the angel would answer. after having
looked for many years, perhaps. and seen
far more than the things OF the soul
seems to do In the eyes Of men: They
transform into beauty all the little things
that are given to them.
We must admit that the human soul Is
possessed OF singular courage. Resigns
ed]y does 1t labor. its whole life long, In
The darkness whittier most OF us relegate
II, where It Is spoken to by none. There.
never complaining, docs II do all that
In its power lies. striving to tear out OF
the pebbles we throw to It the nucleus
Of eternal light that peradventure they
contain.
lying In walt for the moment when It
NAV show to a sister who is more ten
Derry cared for or who chances to be
nearer the treasures 1t has so toilfully
amnssed.
But thousands Of existences there are
that no sister visits. thou sands OF ex-
sistences wherein life has infused such
timidity into the soul that It departs
without saving word without even once
having been able to deck Itself with the
humblest Jewels Of Its humble crown.
And Yet, In spite OF It all, does It watch
over everything from It's Invisible heaven.
It warns and loves: It ddmires, attracts.
repels. At every fresh event does =, y rise
to,the surface. where It fingers TIL It be
thrust down again, being looked upon as
wearisome and insane. VI,
It wanders to and fro like Cassandra At
the gates OF the Atrldes. 1t is ever giving
urterance to words OF shadow truth. buy
there are mona to listen. When we raise
our eyes It yenrns for {, ray Of sun, or
star, that It may weave into thought
Or hnply an impulse, which shall be cons
scious and very pure, And II our eyes
bring 1t nothing still Will It know how
TO turn its pit!ful disiluston Into some.
thing ineftnble, that 1t will conceal even
TIL It's DEATH.
drink in the light from behind the CLOSED
6oor--kecn with expectation. 1t vet wastes
not 4 minute, and the light that steals
through the aperturcs becomes beauty
and truth to the soul.
f But IL the door open not, 1t will go back
30 Its prison and its regret will perhnps
sys a loftier verify tina L shs II never he
transformations whereof none may speak,
and though nothing born this side Of the
door can he lost, yet does It never m1ngle
with our llfe
/ said lust now that the soul changed
into beauty all tho little things VIC gave
to 1t, 1t would seen, The more we think
OF It, that tho soul has no other reason for
existence, and that all Its activity Is con-,
sumed In amassins At the depths Of us
a treasure Of sindnscrihabls beauty. Mleht
not everything naturally turn into beauty
were we not unceasinglY interrupting The
arduous lahors OF our soul?
Does not ey!laitse,ft become precious e, g
soon az II has gathered therefrnn, the
dean,y buried diamond of repentance?
The acts OF Injustice whereof ypu have
been guilty.. tie tears ,yyou have caused
to how, viii not these end, too. by be-,
coming so much radiance and love IN
your soul? 3. & LOCI
Have YOU eyer cast Your eyes into
this Kingdom, of identifying flame that
Ia within you? Perhaps n great wroils,
may have been done You to-day, the net
Itself being mean and dishealtening, the
mode of action of the baseSt and ugl-