we have been in the dark, and have groped and stumbled; and our theory and practice of marriage have been as imperfect as all others.  Whatever has been, has been right and proper for its time, but now a change is called for.  The advancement of the race demands it.  No more shall one man amass great wealth, and in so doing leave thousands penniless; no more shall politicians, who twaddle and toady for offices, deprive themselves and others of manhood and all that is noble; no more shall the pastor love his money, his position, and the praise of men, better than an opportunity to speak the truth fearlessly.

We are living in a great age, and the age demands great men and women, who dare brave the public voice and popular side, if that voice and side are wrong.  We would not confound daring with heroism, or mistake boldness for bravery.  Nor should we throw our truths away upon the dull and listless.  There are seekers enough, who, when they receive these gems of truth, will value them.  Let those who possess, learn to know when and where to utter them.  Then will the darkness flee away, for every ray of light aids the advance of the golden age.

Mrs. Wyman did not speak to Howard Deane of himself, but upon subjects of equal interest to both, until of his own accord, he alluded to his own state.  Hugh left the room to write letters, leaving them to that close communion which is never perfect with a third person present.

“I think disease often commences in the mind, and acts upon the body until that may succumb to its power,” said Mrs. Wyman, in answer to a remark of Mr. Deane upon his bodily state.

“Do you think mine is of the mental?” he inquired, looking at her so earnestly that he seemed to penetrate her very being.

“I do.”

“What has caused it, can you tell me?”

“I think the need of cheerful and varied society.  Your nature is large, social in its proclivities, and has great needs.  It is therefore wrong for one person to claim all of your society, and injurious to you to grant it.”

“I know it, and, feel the truth, but society allows me no communion or association with women.  I need their society more than all else just now-their thought, their inspiration.”

“Take whatever comes in your way, when it is in order, and let society quibble.  How is the world to be made any better, if each one goes on in the old way for fear of speech.”

“Yet we cannot explain our course to those who do not perceive these truths, and our innocent enjoyment may be misconstrued.”

“Can the higher ever be revealed to the lower?  Can the less understand the greater?  Never.  Through the moral and natural worlds no recognition takes place, save when the lower comes up to a higher plane.  The rose which needs more sunshine, more air, can never expect to reveal its need to, or be understood by one of the fungus order.  We must work and wait, and expect to be misunderstood every