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glorious going down, and the moon walking in bright- 

 ness, these wonderful heavenly objects have never 

 failed to elicit the liveliest interest of humanity. Men 

 who must needs in those days watch their flocks by night, 

 did in the long, star-lit silence, discover the secrets of 

 the skies. 



But why? Because, as I verily believe, beauty be- 

 longs to every fraction of this universe, and has its 

 eternal place in us, as another basal instinct, masterful 

 as that for action. If, as is maintained, men and women 

 of science are not impelled by hope of reward, but only 

 by love of truth, I believe it is also true that they are 

 wonderfully swept on by a love of that omnipresent 

 beauty confronting them in every field, in earth and sky 

 and air. Professor Tyndall, in his famous Belfast ad- 

 dress, brings this out in argument, perhaps unintended, 

 and therefore yet more potent. Perhaps it shall one 

 day turn out as Keats has told us that beauty is truth, 

 truth beauty. 



Now, all our art, all our effort at beauty, every at- 

 tempt of our hands to make beauty for ourselves, to ex- 

 press as best we may the passion that stirs our souls, 

 whether by color, by crowned pillar, by music, by 

 drama, or by poetic form of speech, every such effort of 

 human genius may and does become a most potent factor 

 in the life of everybody's every day. These also shall 

 help us, I believe, to save ourselves and our children in 

 this time of transition, of nervous passion, instability, 

 unrest that surely, at this moment, puts in peril the 

 Republic that Lincoln gave his life to save. 



In a new book which I have recently enjoyed, the au- 



