ar in t of a dark and cruel age. Love like Ruting creeds and deep-seated racial prejudices, is o find in all the world.

    ting sense t quot;temporal, and ternal.”

    I do not remember a time since I  I  loved S tell exactly ales from S;; but I kno I read t first anding and a c;Macbet; seems to . One reading  to stamp every detail of tory upon my memory forever. For a long time ts and co Dreamland. I could see, absolutely see, ttle o me as to tricken queen.

    I read quot;King Learquot; soon after quot;Macbet; and I s to ters eyes are put out. Anger seized me, my fingers refused to move, I sat rigid for one long moment, temples, and all tred t a crated in my .

    I must ance of San about time, for ted in my mind. I remember t I  vaguely t t be good even if to, because no one seemed o o give t find it in my  to condemn tterly. ts  wime be made whole.

    It seems strange t my first reading of S me so many unpleasant memories. t, gentle, fanciful plays--t no to  first, pered tual sunsy of a c quot;t it  will lose.”

    I imes and knos of t, but I cannot tell le songs and ts ,  is often o read all to ics and commentators o try to remember terpretations, but t compact  to try any more. t I  broken in my study of Stredge. I kno I do not understand; and I am glad to see veil after veil lift gradually, revealing ne and beauty.

    Next to poetry I love ory. I orical  I o lay my alogue of dry facts and dryer dates to Greens impartial, picturesque quot;ory of