This is the way of Happiness and how to live free from vain regrets; Whatsoever thy mind findeth to think, think ye only on such things as ye will never have to here unthink. Whatsoever thy hands find to do, do only such things as ye will never have to here undo. That which ye give, seek never to reclaim, nor profit make of friendship, nor from the STRANGER within thy gates, excepting what the LAW prescribes as lawful and as just, This is an old but well proven Path, and KISSES FROM SUCH LIPS AS THESE DRY NEVER, NEITHER PARCH THEY THE MOUTH OF THE GIVER, OR THE GIVEN. 43 In passing through this Life of Clay, I came across a Barren Waste of life, and questioned of a friend its name, he answer made, INSANE! INSAN¡Ǝ! And when I asked if here the Potter's hand had not surely blundered, seeing so many monstrous shapes in clay called MAN, He but answered "Nay, the same hand made the poison, that gave the antidote." Ah, Friends and Foes, let us here unite, and make war on this all consuming vice; don't blame the Potter or his clay, we have but here OURSELVES to BLAME. 44 Listen a moment whilst I quote from a book that no man wrote; it is from Mother Earth, so friends give ear, attend! attend! "It is you who knead and mould, not I, I'm but the plastic side of life, and THOU THE POTTER who doth spin this wheel of life continually." Thus, Oh Brothers and Sisters learn, who will while here give birth to child, Seek ye to mould it free from fear, seek ye to mould it strong and firm, let no thought its mind pervert, mould it TRUE and FIT for BIRTH. MOULD IT FRIEND, OH MOTHER MOULD, IN THAT LIKENESS GOD OF OLD, THOUGH THY NAME ON EARTH IS MAN, YET OF THAT KINGDOM, PRINCE!. A CHILD DIVINE ART THOU. 45 That which we mould again returns to earth, and this is a lesson, friends, which the Bright Ones unto thee have sent! "The Beauteous Lily that neither toils nor spins will to the earth return again. Pure was its perfume and its life, pure its color, snowy white; from its seed shall others come, which will bloom, then fade and die." May we in such simple trust, hope again a lip to touch, FAIRER MOTHER, FAIRER CHILD, GOD and MAN UNITE AS ONE. 46