"I thought so. I meet many old men, and all of them, no matter how successful their later years have been, like best of all to talk of their life in childhood and early youth upon some farm; to recall the '--whistling boys and lowing cows, And earthy sounds of cleaving ploughs;' or the 'Youthful love and maidens gay, And bliss that found its wedding day,' and when they do so, a different look comes into their faces, and their laugh grows young again--that is the strange thing. And I myself, I too, remember love in my sweet youth." "If any one has ever loved," said Peter, "he cannot forget. Nothing goes to heaven but love." "Is it not heaven? We have a way of inferring that heaven is far off and walled in, but really all eternal things are so very near to us that a single step, a sudden 'accident' brings the disembodied spirit into an immediate recognition of them." "Then," said Harry, clasping Adriana's hand, "let us live now, for time is short." "No, sir," answered the Professor, promptly, "man has forever." "If in spiritual things, we could only see with our eyes and hear with our ears!" said Miss Alida. "And if so, madame, what grace would there be in believing?" "Who does believe?" asked Harry. "The great German philosopher, Frederick Gotfield, says, all religions are alike dead, and there is no faith left in the heart of man; no, nor yet capacity for faith." "Well, Mr. Filmer, the disciple is not above his master. If you sit at the feet of Mr. Frederick Gotfield, you cannot rise above his doubts and scoffing." "Harry does not sit at the feet of any such master, sir," explained Adriana. "I am glad of it; for Mr. Gotfield is not in search of salvation; his way leads--but we will not talk of him. Oh, for a generation perplexed with no vague fears, worn with no infinite yearnings, perfectly happy and healthy, and aiming at the noblest ends! How good it would be!" "However," said Harry, "whether we believe or not, we can love." "Then love wisely. I have read that St. Bernard thought that at the Last Day we shall not be asked what we have done, nor yet what we have believed, but _what we have loved_. That will indeed be a supreme test of character."