hurled itself against the palisade, burst it, leapt over it and swarmed into the quadrangle, easily overpowering the unnerved guards. I was surrounded, eager hands unbound mine, arms were thrown about me; the people roared, and wept, and triumphed, and fell about me on their knees praising Heaven. I think rain fell, my face was wet with drops, and my hair—but I knew no more, for I swooned and lay unconscious in the arms of the crowd. My rescue had indeed come, and from the very Heavens!” ANNA KINGSFORD, M.D. [Illustration: decorative separator] FREEDOM. Know, striving soul, on truth intent, That not with words by mortal sent— Faint shimmerings of earthly light— Shall ever-living truth be taught, Or light to gild the path be bought, That leads us upward from the night. But govern mind with ordered will, Subduing this with knowledge still, Fanning the spark within that glows, The essence of that power divine, The pledge to man from mystic time, The light from thrones above that flows. Then may the spirit, bathed in light, Soar upward from the realms of night, No more a fettered earth-bound thing, But freed from clay, and doubt, and slime, Triumphant over death and time! To the eternal ever cling! P. H. D. THE INVISIBLE WORLD.