SM THE CENTRAL CALM

ooesdf abreast of the times, to keep oae's head abore water in the compétitive scramble, the WÊtastÀiy to be for ever on the qui vive, constantly to be adjnsting cmesdf to new f acts and new situations, to bave the political arena on one's bceakiast table fresUy every moming, to hâve the four cotnas of the earth brought up to one's back ganlen, to hâve the world so interlaced and interiodoed that the faihnre of a crop on the other side of the ^be» the spéculations of an unknown financier» the fan of an afien govemment, a hiindred nnf<Mreseen and nnforeseeable happenings, may threaten cme with serions loss — ^the f ever, anxiety , and picsbuie of ail this, and of ail the myriad other tfaings that it soggests, is exhausting indeed. It is a véritable cyclone, and thousands of men aie never ont of the whirl and the storm.

Yet Caipenter, with eyes fuU open to what the worid is for modem men and women, holds this possibifity before ns:

Lite one in Ûie calin that is the centre of a cyclone — ^oarded by the very tomado around —

Undistiiibed, yet having access equally to every side, I dxink of Ûie deep wdl of rest and joy. And sit with ail the gods in Paradise.

According to the teaching of orthodox Christianity there is a heavenly land Ijdng beyond Death*s river ** where the weary are at rest." Carpenter's message contains and prodaims a similar gospel» bnt with two critical points of différence : the heavenly land is hère» and is inward to