Night-Prowls in the Streets ill 



hereditary disposition, for vice and crime, 

 his conscience is dulled. That is because 

 he deserves less hell than the man who 

 wilfully goes astray. 



Are we always wrong, though, when we 

 think we are? How much of our sin is 

 against health and morals, and how much 

 against tradition and convention? Would 

 we not be startled if we could live so long 

 and thoroughly away from men that when 

 we returned we could see them as they are 

 and judge them fairly? Could we do it? 

 Not to be related to our fellows, that would 

 be hard, though the extent of the privation 

 would be commensurate with our lack of 

 self-resource. To be cut off from material 

 nature, that would imply a self-sufficiency 

 beyond experience, prophecy, or under- 

 standing. Yet, who knows? We may be 

 spiritualized into such pure essence as to 

 free ourselves from substance and subsist 

 as thought or being. There will be no sin 

 then. 



Speaking of sin, I dreamed the other 

 night (I had a Welsh rarebit after the play), 

 and the dream was grewsome. I put it into 



