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ness of self, and even brushes away the fever from the burning brow. It challenges enemies and makes the impossible possible.

Upon one of the Orkney Islands an eagle swoops down and lifts a child to its eyrie far up the mountain-side. With the leap of a deer and the spring of a panther, the mother mounts heighth above heighth, and crag above crag, and overcomes every obstacle. She reaches the side of her child. She clutches its destroyer and, with the power of a giant, she hurls this wild, fierce king of the birds down the mountain-side with broken wing. Love empowered her to surpass the ordinary possibility of human strength. It entered into every vein and artery of her human form and transformed a mountain into a mole-hill.

It was declared years ago that no steamer could make the voyage from Alexandria to London in eight days; that it was an absolute impossibility, because no steamer had ever even approached that time. But a telegram came to a steamer's captain, saying, "Lucy is worse; hurry home." It was accomplished in less than eight days. Great love increased the steam and the power of machinery and pushed every billow out of the pathway and

brushed aside the winds and shouted, "On! on!" until the destination was reached. No power in the world moves by the side of love. It goes ahead. Love is the familiar word of the child. The babe first lisps it and illustrates its meaning in the kiss and embrace of its pure devotion and affection. It is almost the first word upon human lip, but the greatest intellect has never fathomed its meaning or ventured a definition. The most critical insight and vision stand blind before it. It is like other familiar words without definition. Who can define some monosyllables? Love stands between. God and man, and all these terms are too much for our understanding. The highest wisdom is that which loves most, and the most acceptable worship at heaven's throne is love. Definition can never deny to it the greatest power in the world and the first place even in the heart of God. Reason beholds it in silence and answers not. We can tell what it does, but not what it is. It banishes fear, it controls conscience, it creates peace, it strengthens faith, it is the author of hope, and it touches with master-stroke every part of human character. It transforms the outside world until the howling winds become musical, and darkness brings out the

stars, and the storm's increasing strength and the blackest clouds are circled with gorgeous tints. Rainbows are not so much in the far-away distance as in the near-by condition of the human eye. In the warmth of love, winter changes into spring, and every human faculty is made to blossom and change its rough exterior into emerald glory. Some things which are even rigid and unattractive are clothed with brightness and beauty when placed in the atmosphere of love. Love is life. We live in proportion as we love. We want to live simply because we love. We possess a thing when we love it. There is no other ownership. This great fact is not even contradicted when it touches personality. There is no falsehood in saying "God is mine "-if the conditions are fulfilled. A man owns his art if he loves it. He owns his trade, and books, and friends only when he loves them. He does not secure these rich possessions, the goldmines of earth, by merely honoring duty. Love is more than duty. Duty is only a part of love. Most men are more familiar with the word duty than they are with the great sweeping meaning of love. The one is written in the Bible five times; the other hundreds of times. Love is a fountain; duty is a

pump-handle. Duty is cast-iron molded according to pattern, but love is the result of life. Yes, love is the germ of life; it is spontaneous and free. The famous soldier at the gates of Pompeii, standing at his post to be buried beneath the lava of the burning mountain, is a magnificent illustration of fidelity to duty, but it is not the ideal of life. True service is only prompted by love. No man can serve himself, his fellow men, or his God, who does it according to rule, and is content to live at that unsatisfactory point. Florence Nightingale did her duty, but it was the compulsion of a love which rendered it the most sacrificial and helpful service. A farthing in the divine economy is worth more than a million if the hand of love carries it. The highest education is to learn to love the best things, to love truth, and character, and humanity, and knowledge, and every virtue, and our occupation. Every man can be an artist just where he is if, in the spirit of love for his work, he transforms drudgery into art. The man who loves his work makes his work live. It is the life-giving force to it. Cannibals murdered the missionary Williams, but the islands of the sea stand as his monument. No knife could be thrust into the heart of his work. Agas

siz, when a child in Germany, studied the frogs and creeping things in a small pond near his home and learned a love for the things of nature. He studied flies, and spiders, and insects until he had a passion for such knowledge. He loved his investigation and no one could change the course of his life. They attempted to make him study law, but his great love ran to natural science, and in face of greatest opposition, accepting sublimest sacrifice, his early and increasing love gave him one of the highest thrones in the scientific world. The great landscape painter of America, West, when a small boy, pulled the hairs out of the cat's tail to make a brush, and fell in love with his art. His parents and friends did not wish him to be a painter, but his art conquered their determination, and the hands of love have now placed his paintings upon the walls of the Capitol at Washington, and in the palace of England, and the galleries of the world. It is not rules, or even examples, which make greatness. Love may even destroy rules and go contrary to all precedent, and yet be victor. Ruskin says that some one asked Haydn the reason for a harmony-for a passage being assigned to one instrument rather than another, but all he ever an

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