If in reading them, we can penetrate but a little way into their atmosphere. Louis' letters to his beloved are so tender and beautiful, so all-giving and so little compelling, so full of that awe which accompanies a great gladness born of purity of the soul and life, that we feel as if, a little way beyond, there stood a radiant presence; and we stoop, involuntarily, to remove the shoes of a lesser passion, feeling that here, and here only, is the holy ground.

That the true marriage is that of souls, not bodies, though the attraction of soul-quality -- is that mating by divine right which is "from before the foundation of the world"; is that freedom of love that is the very reverse of the license of the senses -- is grandly told in the devotion of Pauline to Louis after he has become insane. And here is again emphasized that higher nature and office of woman that must inevitably wait for recognition, till, through both suffering and revelation, the collective soul of the world has been lifted to the plane of opened vision:

First, the love of the senses; then; the love of the soul. First, woman as the inspirer of pleasure; then, the inspirer of divine realities.

First, the woman for time, then, the woman for eternity.

First, the servant; then, the seer.

The divine motherhood is the accompaniment of wifehood, which is incomplete without it. Not only