their bones” the coming of storms days before their arrival.  We knew a man who ate honey with delight till he was twenty-five years old, and then could do so no more.  This peculiarity he inherited from his father.  One man has an insatiable desire for drink because some ancestor of his, back in the third or fourth generation, bequeathed him that curse.  In the South you can go a mile in the face of the wind and find that peerless blossom of a magnolia by following the drift of its far-reaching odor.  Who has not received a letter and knew before opening it that it had violets within?  It had atmosphered itself with rich perfume, and something far richer, for three thousand miles.  The first influences which came over the Atlantic cable were so feeble that a sleeping infant’s breath were a whirlwind in comparison.  But they were read.  It is no wonder that the old astrologers thought that men’s whole lives were influenced by the stars.  Every vegetable life, from the meanest flower that blows to the largest tree, has its whole existence shaped by the sun.  Doubtless man’s body was meant to be an Aeolian (how the vowels and liquids flow into the very name!) harp of a thousand strings over which a thousand delicate influences might breathe.  Soul was meant to be sensitive to the influences of the Spirit.  This capability has been somewhat lost in our deterioration.  To recover these finer faculties men are required to die.  And for the field of exercising them the world must be changed.  Paul understood this.  He associated some sort of perfection with the resurrection, with the buying back of the powers of the body.  And the whole creation waiteth for the apocalypse of the full-sized sons of God.

Does one fear the change from gross to fine, from force of freezing to the winged energy of steam, from solid zinc to lightning?  Our whole desire for education is a desire for refining influences.  We know there is a higher love for country than that begotten by the fanfare of the Fourth of July.  There is a smile of joy at our country’s education and purity finer than the guffaws provoked by hearing the howls of a dog and the explosions of firecrackers when the two are inextricably mixed.  There is a flame of religious love when the heart sacrifices itself in humble realization of the joy of its adorable love purer than the fierce fire of the hating heart that applies the torch to the martyr’s pyre.  We give our lives to seeking these higher refinements because they are stronger and more like God.

Does one fear to leave bodily appetites and passions for spiritual aptitudes fitted to finer surroundings?  He should not.  Man has had two modes of life already—­one, slightly conscious, closely confined, peculiarly nourished, in the dark, without the possible exercise of any one of the five senses.  That is prenatal.  He comes into the next life.  At once he breathes, often vociferously, looks about with eyes of wonder, nourishes himself with avidity,