The mind and conscience of man form a combination to control the Palace. These are interwoven so that they function together marking the character. The senses respond to every call and order of their King. The nervous system made up of thousands of little sentinels report with lightning speed every approach of danger or carry forward the messages and orders of the King. They may be likened to little servants ready at the beck and call of the Master of the House to perform His bidding. Through these little bodies, figuratively speaking, operating through the muscles and nerves, the whole body moves and functions according to the mandate of the King. It moves from place to place or directs the activities of the various parts; and even the senses bow in obedience to His call.

If you would take for consideration the various mem bers, such as hands, feet, arms, legs, and their functions, you will see that perfect harmony reigns within and without, and all are obedient to his will. The King may be a perfect man with physique reduced to form, so to speak, with limbs lithe, muscles strong, nerves calm, and mind radiant with optimism and conscience clear, forming a perfect specimen of life, harmony and form.

Having this fine combination known as Man, full of life and vigour, the goodness of God is manifest in placing within the functions of this wonderful Palace and kingdom the power of propagation, reproduction and continuation of the wonderful gift of life. All nature, as we see it in the heavenly bodies, with its wonderful laws and activities in space, the earth with its wonderful provision to nourish; all vegetable life with its wonderful laws bowing to man's hand; and returning seasons with gifts innumerable, all chemical laws with provision for tools, machinery, communication and transportation,

all move together to make this world, as it were, the Garden of the Gods, providing for man the Acme of His creations. Paul says: "The whole creation groaneth and travaileth awaiting the coming of the sons of God."

The wonderful power of conscience is seen in the great struggle depicted by Victor Hugo in "Les Miserables," when the hero, Jean Valjean, is brought face to face with the great issue of life. It has been called the Battle Royal, as follows:

"The old formidable struggle of which we have already spoken began once more Unheard of conflict' now takes place at certain moments the foot slips; at another moment the ground crumbles away under foot. "How many times has Conscience, made for the good, clasped and overthrown him (Jean Valjean). How many times had the truth set her knee inexorable upon his breast and he had begged for mercy. He had come to the supreme crossing of Good and Evil.

"Good and evil stand behind the severe interrogation point. What are you going to do? demands the Sphinx. One is never done with conscience.

"Make your choice, Brutus; make your choice, Cato.' It is fathomless since it is God.

"One flings into that well the labour of one's whole life; one flings in one's fortune-one flings in one's riches-one flings in one's success. One flings in one's liberty or fatherland-one flings in one's well-beingone flings in one's repose-one flings in one's joy. More, more, more, empty the vase, tip the urn. One must finish by flinging in one's heart.

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"The obedience of matter is limited to friction. there no limit to the obedience of the soul? If perpetual motion is impossible, can perpetual self-sacrifice

be exacted? (This is evidently the begging of the soul for relief from conscience.) Martyrdom is sublimation -corrosive sublimation.

"Jean Valjean entered into the peace of exhaustion. He was as motionless as a corpse, while his thoughts wallowed on the earth and soared: Now like the hydra, now like the eagle." "Have a thread in my heart which holds me fast." It is when one is old that that sort of thread is particularly solid. "And life falls in ruin around it." (Conscience.)

"I have tried to break that thread; I have jerked at it, it would not break. I tore my heart with it, then I said I cannot live without it. Then I said I cannot live anywhere else than here." "You ask me what has forced me to speak? A very old thing, my conscience. To hold my peace was very easy. But there are two things in which I have not succeeded in breaking the thread that holds me, fixed, riveted and sealed here by my heart or in silencing some one who speaks softly to me when alone."

It was the voice which spoke to Elijah, to Adam. It spoke to Jean Valjean.

"It is not enough to be happy-one must be content."

"There is a silence which lies. An awakened conscience is grandeur of soul. The workman was horrible, but the work was admirable. God produces His miracles as seem good to Him."

The conscience then is the final arbiter. As one writer, Stanisfer, has said: "Conscience is the silent witness that testifies at every trial of life."

As before suggested-Conscience and mind, so closely associated, together in the character of man function as a personality, as a King in the Palace. He collects his data, weighs, dissects, analyzes, discriminates, adjusts

and reconstructs in his functions of thinking. As Dr. George H. Betts says: "All true thinking is for the purpose of discovering relations between things we think about. What a chaos it would be! We might perceive, remember and imagine all the various objects we please, but without the power to think them through together they would all be totally unrelated, and hence have no meaning."

Since we must think of all things in their relation to some other person or object there must follow a recognition in these relations of individuality and form.

Yet in considering the wonderful wisdom and goodness of God in the association of mind, conscience and personality we have not yet arrived at the greatest manifestation of this combination until we embrace within its scope the powers and potentials of love, which appears to be different from ordinary feeling or friendly affection. Love has been described in a wonderful word picture by St. Paul, and may be called the acme of his genius and his masterpiece.

1. Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, And have not Love, I am become as sounding brass,

And a tinkling cymbal.

2. And though I have the gift of prophecy,

And understand all mysteries and all knowledge;

And though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains,

And have not Love, I am nothing.

3. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor,

And though I give my body to be burned

And have not Love, it profiteth me nothing.

4. Love suffereth long and is kind;

Love envieth not;

Love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up.

5. Doth not behave itself unseemly,

Seeketh not her own,

Is not easily provoked,

Thinketh no evil.

6. Rejoicing not in iniquity, but rejoicing in the truth.

7. Beareth all things,

Believeth all things,
Hopeth all things,
Endureth all things.

8. Love never faileth,

But whether there be prophecies, they shall fail;
Whether there be tongues they shall cease;
Whether there be knowledge it shall vanish away.

9. For we know in part and we prophecy in part.

10. But when that which is perfect is come,

Then that which is in part shall be done away.

11. When I was a child, I spake as a child,

I understood as a child, I thought as a child,

But when I became a man I put away childish things.

12. For now we see through a glass darkly

But then face to face

Now I know in part,

But then shall I know even also as I am known.

13. And now abideth Faith, Hope, Love, these three, But the greatest of these is Love.

Victor Hugo also emphasizes the wonderful power and value of love, and gives it the highest place in his conception of life.

"If people did not love each other I really do not see what use there would be in having any springtime, and for my part I should pray the good God to shut up all the beautiful things that He shows us.

"Love is the only ecstasy, all the rest weeps. To love