as they drive from the banks of the Land Beautiful to the Port Supernal. We dam by hugging hard to goods that harbor the Judas miasma of loss.

Approbativeness is hugged with its Judas miasma of loss. The dog whines under the table when its neighbor dog is praised. Yet no praises bestowed on the neighbor dog detract from the whining dog's standing. It is only the idea or sense of detraction that hurts. Could the unhappy beast know the truth he would be free from his miserable Judas.

This is the death by which many, even great people, might glorify their Heavenly Giver's impartial munificence; namely, by letting others be praised to high water mark for what they themselves, the great people, feel they deserve all recognition.

They must stand to the truth which the dog cannot appreciate. They must know that the praises belonging to them are theirs, and are near at hand; nearer for the spaces made by the departing encomiums. "I will also glorify them, and they shall not be small," saith their Judge, their Great Original.

Affection is hugged with its Judas sting of the possibility of loss. What a log it is among the goods driving down the human life river! Somebody wins away our beloved in whom we have delighted. No hope remains. Philosophy may declare that when half gods go the gods arrive, but neither philosophy nor good will can help the heart to let go its one only among all others.

But why should we not trust to the Voice of the Highest? We are not dogs that cannot listen to the voice of Revelation. If the beloved is ours, none can remove the beloved! "l will restore," saith the miracle-working Restorer. Confidence in the miracle of Jehovah is the ruby