as the law of his being by Him who made man. No other is so completely in accordance on the one hand with what we conceive is in agreement with the nature of God, and on the other so completely accords with our highest aspirations.” “I can say nothing to that. I do not know it.” “Yes, you do know it. The babe declared it; gave you the marrow and kernel of the gospel: Love God and man.” “To fear God is what I can understand; but to love Him is more than I can compass.” “Because you do not know God.” “I do not, indeed.” “God is love.” “A charming sentiment; a rhetorical flourish. What evidence can you adduce that God is love?” “Creation.” “The earth is full of suffering; violence prevails; wrong overmasters right. There is more of misery than of happiness, saving only to the rich and noble; they are at any rate supposed to be exempt, but, by Hercules, they seem to me to be sick of pleasure, and every delight gluts and leaves a bad taste in the mouth.” “That is true; but why is there all this wretchedness? Because the world is trying to get along without God. Look!” The bishop stooped and took up a green‐backed beetle. “If I cast this insect into the water it will suffer and die. If I fling it into the fire it will writhe and perish in agony. Neither water nor fire is the element for which it was created—in which to exist and be happy. The divine law is the atmosphere in which man is made to live. Because there is deflection from that, and man seeks other ends than that for which he was made, therefore comes wretchedness. The law of God is the law man must know, and knowing, pursue to be perfectly happy and to become a perfect being.” “Now I have you!” exclaimed Æmilius, with a laugh. “There are no men more wretched than Christians who possess, and, I presume, keep this law. They abstain from our merry‐makings, from the spectacles; they are liable to torture and to death.” “We abstain from nothing that is wholesome and partaken in moderation; but from drunkenness, surfeiting, and what is repugnant to the clean mind. As to the persecution we suffer, the powers of evil rebel against God, and stir up bad men to resist the truth. But let me say something further—if I do not weary you.” “Not at all; you astonish me too much to weary me.”