“I feel that no one soul can meet all the wants of another.  Yet seeing this principle, sufficient light does not dawn on the method of its application.”

“The light will come with the labor, as the fire flashes from the flint by strokes of the steel.”

“True,” said Dawn, gathering inspiration from the words, “And I have often felt that the world would be better to-day, if people agreed to live together while life and harmony inflowed to each, and no longer.  I think the whole moral atmosphere would be toned and uplifted, the physical and spiritual beauty of children increased, and purer, nobler beings take the place of the angular productions of the day, if our unions were founded on this principle.  And yet no one mind can point out the defects of our present system, and apply the remedy.  The united voices of all, and the efforts of every individual must be combined, to accomplish a change so urgently demanded.  All men and women should fortify themselves, and see that no being comes through their life, unless they have health and harmony to transmit.  Maternity should never be forced; woman’s highest and most sacred mission should never be prostituted, and yet this sin is every where.  When every woman feels this truth, she will purify man, for he rises through her ascension.  He needs her thought, her inspiration, her influence, to keep him every hour; and when the world has risen to that point, where minds can mingle; when society grants to man the right, to pass an hour in communion with any one who inspires him, we shall have made an advance towards a purer state.  To-day mankind are suffering for mental and spiritual association.  Give to men and women their right to meet on high, intellectual, and sympathetic grounds, and each will become better.  We should then have no clandestine interviews, and few, if any of the passional evils which now burden every community, for the restraints which the jealousies and selfishness of the married have established, in a great measure create these.”

She paused:  and the tall trees waved their branches as though in benediction on her head.  Beauty was every where.  There, in that summer night, who could utter aught but truth.  The soft and gentle light of the hour, silvering with heavenly charms every rock, and tree and singing brook, excited no sophistries, but rather inspired the soul with divinest truths.  Their words died away, but the spirit, the influence of their thoughts, will live through ages, and bring, perhaps, to those who read them, states peaceful and calm.  That the relation between men and women needs some new revelation, we all know, but the light comes very slowly to us.  We must work with such as is vouchsafed to us.  Revelation comes to but few, and such can only work and wait, for the multitude.  He who has toiled up the mount of vision, cannot reveal to the pilgrim in the vale, the things his eyes behold.  The landscape view cannot be handed down, nor the emotions of the beholder, imparted to another.