pursuit of our ends are draining the blood of A GARDEN 

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our nerves. 



In times long past walled gardens, like 

 castles, were a necessary protection against 

 enemies, whether of wild nature or of wild man. 

 Is there not something like that state of things 

 today? Is there not an industrialism as pitiless 

 as the most savage militarism of the past? 



Dante, exiled from Florence, appeared at a 

 convent and was asked who he might be. He 

 answered, "One who is in quest of peace/' 

 Does not the longing for peace make men flee 

 the market-place? The same turbulent world 

 that drove men into cloisters, that, seeking 

 peace, they might at least find quiet, is driving 

 us also. The gross materialism of our commer- 

 cialism is compelling an outward, or perhaps a 

 backward, look for mental health. 



There is a sense of disappointment and 

 chagrin confessed by even the successful in 

 life's competitions. "Like the man in the play, 

 we have looked into Vesuvius and found noth- 

 ing in it — except ashes." 



Does health of body and of mind lie in the 

 direction of nature? 

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