DEATH GIVES POSSESSION OF LIFE

be from love and hâte, joy and sorrow ; we hâve our familiar furnitore, our dear household gods. Many there are who imagine that fhis is ail their world. But for others, who find from time to time leisure from themselves, peeps of the bigger life which océans our mortality come through chinks in the tent-wall, ghostly présences cast thdr shadows on the threshold or on the curtained doorway , and far sounds come floating in ; maybe, at times, a few will make timid, or venturesome, excursions a Uttle way outside the tent-door; but for the most part we are confined within this " our house of tabernacle '' and live in ignorance, if not without hope, of the Infinité Circumstance, the world of immortaUty where ' ' the great Voices Sound and Visions dwell." Death removes the tant, and lets us out into the larger life which has always surrounded us, but from which the tent has eut us off .

The change will be like that, though it may not be sudden as that. Perhaps the tent is manifold, and many deaths will be needed to deliver us into the perfect knowledge and the perfect life. Yet if the change be an sonial process, its progression is irrésistible, and its end sure.

Death shaU change as the light in the morning changes ; Death shall change as the light 'twixt moonset and dawn.^

No wonder that the man who had thèse feelings