In addition, your system of education founded upon the practical adaptation of study to the requirements of life, makes me feel that I have used my brain as a store-house for the vile and useless lumber of past ages, which had better have been buried in the instinctive grave of oblivion. In fact, I have hibernated in common with the class styled learned men, in company with the corrupt bodies of a dead ancestry; and while subject to the winter gloom of instinct, have existed in ritualistic dependence upon the fancied nutriment derived from sucking my mental paws, while in truth exhausting my resources of vitality, and hopes of immortality. But whatever there is in me left of rational appreciation, capable of being cultivated in diversion from the baneful influence of the past, shall be devoted to the welfare of future generations, for the abatement of selfish greed which seeks to accumulate in excess of self-requirements to the detriment of others.” At the close of the doctor’s declaration of faith, the padre quietly remarked to Mr. Welson, that he fully believed in the Manatitlans and their power of thought substitution. Then, after even-song, Correliana led in a hymn commemorative of Heraclean deliverance, of which the following is an imperfect rendition:— “Father Supreme, our guide and stay, When sore opprest for others’ wrongs, In pity, Thou didst ope a way To save; to Thee the praise belongs. “Guide those, to whom we owe the aid, Under Thy sole direction sent, That our paths of peace may be made Through them the sign of great event. “That instead of war brings goodwill, Preferring kindred love to self, That others’ joy may prove their skill In place of hoarding useless pelf. “Nor deem it ill, that they can learn From Manatitlans peaceful sway, Love’s power to bring like return, And bear from hate the palm away.”