MIND AND MATTER MEET. 155 



there, in the dense Canadian wilderness, will 

 you find the mother ledge of quartz, gleaming 

 pure and white, from which this piece was 

 broken. Cold, hard and durable enough to with- 

 stand all elements of the present, it harks back 

 to that age when ice was its master, bearing it 

 onward in vise-like grip to be dropped on or near 

 its present resting place. One fragment of mat- 

 ter, without life, thought or motion, has, after a 

 lapse of thousands of centuries, met another en- 

 dowed with these, and has been connected, at 

 least in thought, with the ledge of which it was 

 once a part. 



The red-eyed vireo still babbles in the tree- 

 top, but not as unceasingly as a month ago. His 

 ambitions are somewhat quenched by these sul- 

 try August dog-days. His family, if it has met 

 with no mishap, is now well on the road to ma- 

 turity. His love days are over until another 

 spring dawns on his world. Peace and quiet 

 and a desire for rest at present possess his soul. 

 At times he forgets and breaks into his old lul- 

 laby, but in a few moments catches himself at 

 it and is silent again for hours. 



