merely unessential variations of the offspring from the parental type in physique, and even above those rare abnormal variations which we call genius. In meditating upon this matter, I found a short time ago a poem of Tennyson's floating about the newspapers, which so beautifully and reverently chants this very sense of personality, that I must read you a line or two from it. I have since observed that much fun has been made of this piece, and I have seen elaborate burlesques upon it. But I think such an attitude could be possible only to one who had not passed along this line of thought. At any rate the poem seemed to me a very noble and rapturous hymn to the great Personality above us, acknowledging the mystery of our own personalities as finitely dependent upon, and yet so infinitely divided from His Personality. This poem is called _De Profundis--Two Greetings_, and is addressed to a new-born child. I have time to read only a line or two here and there; you will find the whole poem much more satisfactory. Please observe, however, the ample, comforting phrases and summaries with which Tennyson expresses the poetic idea of that personality which I have just tried to express from the point of view of science, of the evolutionist: Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, When all that was to be in all that was Whirl'd for a million æons thro' the vast Waste dawn of multitudinous-eddying light-- * * * * * Thro' all this changing world of changeless law. And every phase of ever-heightening life, Thou comest. * * * * * O, dear Spirit, half-lost In thine own shadows and this fleshly sign That thou art thou--who wailest, being born And banish'd into mystery and the pain Of this divisible-indivisible world. * * * * * Our mortal veil And shatter'd phantom of that infinite One Who made thee inconceivably thyself Out of his whole world--self and all in all-- Live thou, and of the grain and husk, the grape And ivy berry choose; and still depart From death to death thro' life and life, and find-- * * * * * This main miracle, that thou art thou, With power on thy own act and on the world. We feel we are nothing--for all is Thou and in Thee; We feel we are something--that also has come from Thee; We are nothing, O Thou--but Thou wilt help us to be; Hallowed be Thy name--Hallelujah! I find some expressions here which give me great satisfaction: The Infinite One who made thee inconceivably thyself; this divisible, indivisible world, this main miracle that thou art thou, etc.