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mystic silences? Who can explain why some 

 experiences are so surcharged with spiritual 

 power, why some attract and satisfy, and others 

 repel and disturb its serenity? Who can ac- 

 count for De Quincy's strange experiences? 

 Who can explain that weirdest of all Balzac's 

 storied heroines, Seraphita? 



These imaginings lie far out in the realms 

 of possibility. Soul has its accumulations, or 

 where go all the books read, all the pictures 

 seen, all the music heard, all the visions of 

 beautiful scenery, all the raputrous flights of 

 imagination and all the purest joys of home and 

 friends and life? Surely not lost, but stored, 

 for memory never loses its brightest and nob- 

 lest. Through these soul windows the good 

 angels come and go, and the soul grows richer 

 and riper for its everlasting Heaven-Home. 



The End. 



