THE TOWN. 77

 of eatin' and drinking An' I've had my share
 o' trouble, so I tell you. I loss my fust wife,
 and I loss my second wife (cos', dey bof died
 happy); den I loss my modder, she died shout-
 in'! But a modder's not de same as a wife, -
 you can't git anodder. Well, an' money come
 hard, an' it seem like as if you was always want-
 in' just a leetle more o' suthin'. Always wantin';
 -dat's my sper'ence. De only peace o' my
 mind, when I come to think it over, was when I
 was asleep, or setting' in de sun, wif my eyes
 shut. Well, I thought it all over, and den I
 'flected. I electedd dat ef you had de Lawd, it
 was wuf while; and ef you didn't have de
 Lawld, den it wasn't wuf while."
 A clean, high soul, too wide to dare to limit
 Infinity by a word, said something strangely
 like this, once. I see," he said, -" I see that
 when souls reach a certain clearness of percep-
 tion, they accept a knowledge and motive above
 selfishness. A breath of will blows eternally
through the universe of souls in the direction
of the Right and Necessary. It is the air which
all intellects inhale and exhale, and it is the