Article December 25, 1909 Issue

FROM OUR EXCHANGES

with contributions from Frank M. Goodchild

[Harper's Weekly.]

So long as the dull and the ignorant, the suffering and the diseased, look up to great possessions, to comfortable surroundings and irresponsibility, and fancy that joy lives there, and that if they captured the means they would capture the prize, so long poor exiled joy can do no more than drop at odd seconds upon a quiescent frame of mind here and there. It cannot come to earth to dwell, to turn life into paradise, until it comes equally to all. It would seem that only spiritual gifts could be equal. Matter is unmanageable; it heaps itself up in spots, and draws away in others; it is eternal restless motion; it is the changing, floating unreality in which for the moment we are set. But the spirit is changeless, immovable, permeating all space. And at odd corners, here and there, through life, eyes are opened and the spirit joins the spirit, and joy is born.

[Advance.]

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