THE MERCHANT'S DREAM. 147

 

cell, idly musing about truths that will not
abide—for truth is active; is in fact the
power by which good is done to our fellows,
and will not remain with any one who does
not use it—thus serve his fellows? Is his
life more excellent, more honourable, more
in accordance with the high endowments of
the soul, than the life of him who engages
in those employments by which all are
benefited ?”
'  Algeron felt that new light was breaking
in upon him. But, as yet, he saw dimly.

“Look up,” continued his companion,
“and see yet another link.”

The merchant raised his eyes. ‘ The
scene had again changed. The village had
become a large town, with ranges of tall
buildings, in which busy hands threw the
shuttle, weaving into beautiful fabrics of
various patterns the humble fibres ga-
thered from hundreds of cottages, farm-
houses, and cocooneries, in all the region
roundabout. Through these he wandered
with his guide. Here was one tending a