“I do not believe so,” I answered her. “I think the whole must evolve and bud forth, and that it does. Now you all admit that Moses was a prophet who saw the truth?” They said “Yes.” “But he felt enmities. Jesus was a greater prophet than Moses. In what was he greater?” “In his realization not only of the unity of God, but of the unity and divinity and love of man.” “If Moses were here to-day,” I asked, “in what might he be greater than he was in his own time?” Florence said: “He would have all the advantages of culture since then.” “That would not make him greater.” Marian answered: “You mean the democracy of to-day, the realization of the brotherhood of all men.” “Yes,” I said, “that is just what I mean. When I look at history, I can see no progress but this. Automobiles, electricity, scientific knowledge, these are not progress except as they lead to that other progress. We do understand our fellowmen better than we ever did. We can—some of us—call every savage our brother. That is the clear progress throughout history.” The children were impressed by this fact. “Then you mean,” said Ruth, “that universal love is the object of life?” “Yes,” I said, “but I am afraid to use the word ‘love,’ for it might mean blind love, and I mean understanding love.” “Of course,” said the children. “You mean love of mankind?” asked Marian. “Yes,” I said, “but individual love, too; and perhaps more than both of these.” “I still believe,” said Ruth, “that progress is only for the individual, and that it doesn’t matter whether we progress here or hereafter. Personal love is selfish. We want divine love.” I answered her: “I will not speak now of hereafter. But here and now, to-day, do we not want at once the thing that we want?” “Yes,” they said. “Then, now and here we mean to go forward, as far as we can, and now and here we will love men with our might, because that is the human way and the human progress.” “It does seem to me, from books,” said Virginia, “that people are less mean, selfish and jealous than they were a hundred years ago.” Marian smiled over to her. “You have been reading Thackeray,” she said. “But,” said Virginia, “all people are not progressing together, for though we should find the truth now, many others will not find it for a long time. The world is like a bunch of roses, in which some are full-blown, and others are small buds.” “Yes,” I answered her; “and for the whole to evolve, each bud must be unfolded in beauty.” Now we said many things beside these, but these were the chief trend and conclusions of our thought. I also told them how every moment was a promise and a fulfillment, a state of the endless whole. Next Sunday each is to tell me what he or she does mean by the word “God.” The children were enthusiastic, uplifted, whole-hearted in their interest. Virginia and Alfred, who stayed some time after the others, had a long discussion on good and bad, in which I refused to join.