tinic, even, but known of those who "see in the dark." When the human spirit reaches near the Highest, be sure there will be no selfishness in such a Presence Come back, come back across the flying foam, And lighter far than ocean's flying foam, The heart's fond message hurries to its HOME! Students of the University of Michigan have begun a new and excellent life work in agriculture, that promises much. There the young folks, studying under government supervision, are being paid for vocational training for the farm. Their courses stipulate that a certain period be devoted to practical agriculture. Students are required to pay for the public lands on instalments, from a salary of $100 a month which each receives. The men, some of whom begin work with. families, are to be housed in large community bungalows, until separate houses will be built. There will be schoolhouses, stores, churches, recreation halls and grounds. The culture secured in our American schools it is hoped will eliminate much of ignorance, in every phase of life. We have now too much of childishness and selfishness. Aggravating foreign troubles now-and such with disease uncultivated catch readily in our republic-is near anarchy now in Russia, from misunderstanding of their prophet, Tolstoy. He, with ideas of culture such as Jesus', is conducing the boorish now in need of a government. We all have Hope,that means Heaven, and from the present lookout one can visualize there the robes of the Very Reverends, preachers robed with righteousness, the reformed murderer or thief, and those with robes cleverly made for the "getting there with both feet," who affirm they never die—but fly! In a period of great unhappiness in youth, Goethe penned some odes (halbunsinn) that, now, 150 years later, read very like prophecy, regarding his Fatherland. I copy here and there these lines: "In the distant world is waiting, In our arms thou'lt find thy prized, and love, And now I've seen her, Alas! how changed! With cold demeanor And looks estranged, With ghostly tread,- The lightnings quiver, Each palace falls; The god-like halls Each joyous hour Of spirit power With Love's sweet day All fades away! Let us in a cunning wise Yon dull Christian priests surprise! With the devil of their talk We'll those very priests confound. Thou would'st rejoice to leave With friendship's flowery chains. Down from the lofty, Streams the bright flood, Spirit of man, Thou art like unto water! Thou art like unto wind! * * * * All the remaining races so poor Of life-teeming Earth, In children so rich, wander and feed And midst the dark sorrow Of evanescent, restricted life- Oh! then, quicken His heart! Over the thousand fountains, Close by the thirsty one in the desert. As old as Plato or older was a fact-known, I surmise, through the Spirit; Life not requiring space and time, and we find in our mortal existence, spiritually it comes to us without our knowledge here. By what I may term sympathetic assortment, nations and families associate when "time is no more." One who governs all things, so is known not of men exactly, a problem of race as well as nationality here with us. Says V. Kellogg in Yale Review, "The problem of Americanization of the American people involves a consideration of race as well as nationality-partly biological, partly educational. Anthropology is a science which has had great development in recent years because of the many finds of the relics of prehistoric man that have been made since the beginning of this century; so a new and much more precise knowledge of heredity has also been gained." Melting pots have no uses when we affirm, generally speaking, "God rules." Polarity in the character is a something to convince us man cannot govern; we ourselves as Americans continue to kill or cure, in our physical times and conditions. Just as we learn on earth, that except for polarization, that even in lake to cleanse us, as babes later are cleaned by us in the physical life,-cannot remake the soul. Otherwise we could be made as Adam, scripturally, “out of the dust of the earth," that a breathing of the “breath of life" touched. The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy.of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve. Our religion has materialized itself in the fact, in the supposed fact; it has attached its emotion to the fact, and now the fact is failing it. But for poetry the idea is everything; the rest is a world of illusion, of divine illusion. Poetry attaches its emition to the idea; the idea is the fact. The strongest part of our religion today is its unconscious poetry. Let me be permitted to quote these words of my own, as uttering the thought which should, in my opinion, go with us and govern us in all our study of poetry. -MATTHEW ARNOLD. CONCLUSION I have yet much manuscript, but forbear to use it until such may be needed, explanatory to the theory of rebirth and new evolutions. Slowly our old earth may get the transforming ingenuity of man-to get away from the "Under World" (after robbing it), reaching for abode nearer the heavens. Airplanes, already very ingenious, will, after many mishaps to the inventors and users,-be used skyward; for, let us consider Nature Farther-how annually the clouds now keep up the millions of tons of water in wet seasons! More room at the top is an old saying. Keep up a lively courage, for you have friends-an Almighty Father; and Greatest of the Prophets, Jesus; have your twins within your soul, Conscience and Character, and that host of the "Do unto others as you wish to be done by,"-others may be tricksters! W. T. A few words, gentle reader, and then I quit. We "two or three met together," as Jesus enjoined, have had life under discussion, just as Job of old and his |