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[ At Random. "A certain man drew a bow at a venture." By W. H. EVANS. Drawing a bow at a venture is a queer sort 'of business. One is never sure what he will hit. Chance has more opportunities than we ima- gine. True, law rules; but there are uncertain- ties where we say the chances are equal, and before definite knowledge is gained, there is room for the conception of chance. We are a superstitious folk. We kill our gods; we lay our ghosts so that they trouble us no more; we Put aside all the ancient ceremonies; pat our- selves on the back for being precise in thought, definite hi our scientific experimentation, but we believe in luck. Like Micawber, we have a sneaking idea that something will turn up one day ami change the whole oi life for us. And, generally speaking, something does turn UP-if Fate does not turn us up and plant us six feet —■ deep in Mother Earth. Then we have to give up hoping, and perolianee looking at lite from the inside, see the golden thread that has run through our lives, and wonder at the orderly sequences of actions apparently unrelated. It is not death that puzzles me, but life. One can understand the outward stillness of death — there is no actual stillness, for all is movement- but the continual change and inter-change of: that subtle something we call life is a problem which the greatest minds have failed to solve. All civilisation is a phenomena of life. Life and consciousness build cities; rears templ«s cre- ate laws, socmlstnlCtures. habits and all the 'Lres, an d all the intangible realities which bind men and na- tions together. In all this there is the operation I .of law. There is no chance; there is no luck, but there is room for such beliefs, and beliefs are -often iiie illusions of a greater cliildhoood. S, We are only children after all. We burrow ..and dig antl delve. We soar up in the air, .and dive in the sea. We are the most import- ant personages in the universe in our own .itii-nat' on. We are puffed up with vanity; we hold colossal conceits which we name reli- gion. We believe that the Almighty has paid ( social attention to this wandering star. That he has deemed it .so important that a special plan of salvation was necessary to preserve us from pei cation. It is the sort of idea that children evo Ye: a game of make-believe; only we are 50 ternbjy in earnest about it. One time we  earnest that we reared the stake, the i a(: the dungeon: we invented the Iron Vir- i. ∋ Lhe thumbscrew and other instruments of torture. All to the glory of God, and our own seil-psteem. Verily, we are a funny people. ,1 I wonder whether humanity will ever reach a ft ?dard of development w h ere it will feel in- -d.. (l 0 cevelopment ,yhere It w]ll m- ffe'l>en«l(?nt of such beliefs? To-dav we still bow to the anci. ent fetish. Life and consciousness cre- ?t.e reunion; and make gods in the image of men' clotl th .b t 1 Clotlie, them with human attributes plus m 1l1ty, a.nd alls that which it has created than itself. It is the inherent ten- c encj of the human mind to idealise its con- :fe,ptlolts. -Ti,ii; atmosphere which we constant- IT tarow over our conceptions is what makes the jmattamed so desirable. We reach out for the rruit tTiat is on the tree. It seems much that in-lilch we have in ii. hands. will be "r-),righter than to-day. We r sing of the "sweet by and bye." It is always i these good things, those glorious times. I .jnere's a good time coming, boys." We stand [ mid-way between the gulden ages of man. Our youth-looks good, and grand, in perspective. The old man sh akes his head and declares that the I winters are not like they used to be when he was a lad that things are not so good; that the new fangled way of doing things is not tike the old-fashioned ways. He sings the song "old fashioned world." He has lived out IJs day his thoughts now lack the lustre and Itahty of youth; they &rc pale ghastly shadows of fonner days, stricken with the anae- ?a of old age. And as the present is a de- i adent reminiscence of his young days, so does he dream of the to-morrow," when he wdi '?"tev the great "summer land." Whatever was Si'iiat and glorious in his youth, he fondly believes will be there. It will present to him all that he has desired. Heaven will be at- tained; desire satisfied. and over all will be the idealising atmosphere of his own mind. So be believes. A significant fact this. Nature never plants ll appetite without providing the means for Itls gratification. This hunger for life is one of arguments for immortality. Arthur Ma- chen, of "The Bowman lames, bases his ai-gu- ment lcq- immortality upon this fact, declaring that nature will never cheat us. May not one say that the well-nigh universal belief -in God has grown out of some such heart hunger? Some f8hn at, dependence upon a Greater Power? Is ^"tf hat fèelmg an illusion—a mere accretion of t world s thought crystallised in religion? The ? VISiOn of the world, and the systems of worlds I excites in us a wonder; which becoming trans- ? ? œndant, is, as Carlyle would say. worship. Be '■ that as it may, there is something which we hfc-feel to be inescapably. Something that follows Us through life. That is closer to us than our shadow. That partakes of our life; enters in- to our thought; colours our conceptions, and reveals the great gulf between us and our animal ancestors. The power to create presup- poses a greater than that which is created. That, ■ I think, we shall all agree to. 13ut it carries "With it tremendous consequences. The conception -of immortality, for instance, which is said by jf" Some to be a dream, born of mythopeic faculty II of man, or of his imagination, what is that hut a creation of man? And is not that which cates greater than the created? Is not that which conceives and brings youth, greater than Hrthat which is conceived? The human mind can f onlv conceive of immortality because of its own inherent immortality. It is greater than its -dreams; superior to its visions; transcends its civilisations; and its power to create reveals at- r "tributes which may well be called Divine. What, then, doef it all mean? Surely the logic is plain. I n' ver find myself amongst men whose desire is )r human betterment without some I such thoughts as these welling up. I never face I' -an audience without feeling the heart hunger that is in them. We are knit together with such Ifine bonds, and such close amnities. On? can- ~"not think a thought and utter it, without it Affect? the whole. Human brotherhood is something more than a mere flesh and blood doctrine. It is of the spirit. And, as the ancient Hindus say:- Never the spirit was born; the spirit shall cease to be never; l., Never was time it was not; End and Begin- ?. ning are dreams; fr BirtMess, and deatHess and changeless, re- maineth the spirit for ever; Death hath not touched it at all, dead though f the house of it seems." I Is a gleam of truth? Follow the gleam; maybe it's far flung radiance will gild our lives with the subtle glory of the spirit. F

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