but the Christ of the Gospels, the Bringer of peace and good-will—the Bearer of burdens, the soul-guider—Christ, loving and acting, as found in the Catholic Church. Hecker had begun the preface of his wonderful book with a truth, “The age is out of joint.” Problems to be solved, and lying around them millions of broken hearts. “The age is out of joint.” Who will bring the light and rightify the age? Mrs. Blake has but one answer. Bring the employers and the employed nearer the Christ of the Catholic Church. This was O’Reilly’s often expressed and worked-for idea. It is the key-note of much of his poetry. It is the germ of his “Bohemia.” It was impossible to live, as Mrs. Blake did, on the most friendly terms with such a man and not be smitten with his life-thought. In not a few published social papers Mrs. Blake has thrown out valuable and suggestive hints as to the best means of bringing the weary world under the sweet sway of religion. Her voice, it is true, is but one voice in the social wilderness, but individual efforts must not be thwarted, for is not a fresh period opening in which the individuality, the personality, of souls acting under the direct guidance of the Holy Ghost, will take up all that is good in modern ideas, and the cords of our tent be strengthened and its stakes enlarged? “What we have to dread is neither ‘historical rancor’ nor ‘philosophical atheism,’” “nor the instinct of personal freedom.” It is, in the words of Dr. Barry, that we should set little store by that “freedom wherewith Christ has made us free,” and that being born into a church where we may have the grandest spiritual ideas for the asking, we should fold our hands in slumber and be found, at length, “disobedient to the heavenly vision.” Against such perils Hecker, the noblest life as yet in our American church, made a life-fight. On his side was Boyle O’Reilly, Roche, Mrs. Blake, Katherine Conway and Louise Guiney. Nor pass such lives in vain. Mrs. Blake was born in Dungarvan, Co. Waterford, Ireland. In childhood she was brought to Massachusetts. In 1865 she was married to Dr. J. G. Blake, a leading physician of Boston. She has made that city her home, and is highly esteemed in its literary and social circles. Among her published books may be mentioned “Poems,” Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1882, dedicated to her husband; “On The Wing,” a pretty volume of Californian sketches; “Rambling Talk,” a series of papers contributed to the Boston journals.