So, make yourself at home. Take a look around and see what a nice bit of the Universe you have to live in. Some of your family have been trying to occupy the whole house instead of only their share of it, but those things are gradually working out, and all will be better within a comparatively short time. This is going to be a better world to live in when men take time to think a little. And you'll be around to enjoy it when it comes--never fear. You cannot get away, even if you want to. And, what's the use of waiting for to-morrow. There's lots of things in which you can find happiness to-day, if you will only stop worrying about to-morrow. The little child knows more about enjoying life than you do. The little child feels at home anywhere and starts in to enjoy it, and get the most out of it, until he grows old enough to be hypnotized by the race belief. You are at home here. Just as much at home as is the fish in the sea--the bird in the air. Realize this, and make the most of it. Stop being afraid. Stop fretting. Stop worrying. Realize that yesterday, to-day, and to-morrow, you are here in the Universe. It's a good Universe, and it grows better as man grows in wisdom to take advantage of its goodness. And it is not yet "sun-up" here. Great things are before us. And you will see them and take part in them. Make yourself at home, for you're going to be around here for some time. THE SOLITUDE OF THE SOUL. Lorado Taft's group--Description--Each stands alone--Each is in touch with every other--Soul communion in silence--Silence is the sanctuary of the soul--The oneness of life and its apparent separateness--The message. In one of the rooms of the Art Institute, in Chicago, stands a remarkable group, by Lorado Taft, the sculptor, entitled "The Solitude of the Soul." The average visitor stops a moment and passes on, commenting on the beauty of the figures composing this group. A few hurry past, afraid to look at the figures, for they are nude--as naked as the human soul before the gaze of its Creator. (Some people are afraid of things not hidden by draperies--even the naked Truth shocks them.) But the man or woman who thinks and understands--stops long before this group, conscious that it tells the tale of a mighty truth. Around a large rock, stand four human figures--two men and two women. They are so placed that but one figure is in full sight from any given point of view, although the connection between any figure and the two on each side of it may be seen. It is necessary to walk completely around the group to see the idea of the sculptor--to read the story that he has written into the marble.