have been expelled from France. Nevertheless, in spite of these numerous expulsions, and the universal odium in which they are held,--they still flourish; still are they able to maintain their twenty-two generals and their four Vicars;--and still all countries have, in their turn, to deal with their impending or fulfilled invasion. Why is it that a Society so criminal in historic annals, should yet remain as a force in our advanced era of civilization? Simply, because it is of One Mind! Bent on evil, or good,--self-renunciation or self-aggrandisement,--it is still of One Mind! Friends,--were you like them, also of One Mind, your injuries, your oppressions, your taxations would not last long! The remedy for all is easy, and rests with yourselves,--only yourselves! But some of you have lost heart--and other some have lost patience. You look round upon the squalid corners of this great city--you shudder at the cruelty of the daily life with which you have to contend,--you enter poor rooms, which you are compelled to call ‘home,’ where the sick and dying, the newly-born and the dead are huddled all together,--ten, and sometimes fifteen in one small den of four whitewashed walls;--and sickened and tired, you cry out ‘Is life worth no more than this? Is God’s scheme for the human race no more than this? Then why were we born at all? Or, being born, why may we not die at once, self-slain?’ Ah, yes, dear friends!--you often feel like this; we all of us often feel like this! But--it is not God who has made life thus hard for you,--it is yourselves! It is you who consent to be down-trodden,--it is you who resign your freewill, your thought, your originality of character, into the dominating power of others. True,--wealth controls affairs to a vast extent nowadays,--but there is a stronger power than wealth, and that is Soul! It is not the possession of gold that has given the greatest men their position. This is a commercial age, we own,--and certainly,--because of the base and degrading love of accumulation,--Intellectuality is for the moment often set aside as something valueless--but whenever Intellectuality truly asserts itself, there is at once made visible an acting force of the Divine, which is practically limitless and irresistible. Think for yourselves, friends!--do not let a hired Press think for you! Think for yourselves--judge for yourselves, and act for yourselves! By your observation of a statesman’s life, you shall know his capabilities. If he has once been a turncoat, he will be a turncoat again. If he has been known to speculate privately in a forthcoming political crisis, which he alone knows of in advance----” Here the speaker was interrupted by what sounded more like a snarl than a shout. “Pérousse! Pérousse!”