The possibilities of another's hereafter look so much rosier than the limitations of one's own present! Few pastimes are more delightful than tossing pebbles into some still, dark pool, and watching the ripples that rise responsive, as they run in ever widening circles to the shore.

Most of us have felt its fascination second only to that of the dotted spiral of the skipping-stone, a fascination not outgrown with years.

There is something singularly attractive in the subtle force that for a moment sways each particle only to pass on to the next, a motion mysterious in its immateriality.
Some such pleasure must be theirs who have thrown their thoughts into the hearts of men, and seen them spread in waves of feeling, whose sphere time widens through the world.

For like the mobile water is the mind of man,--quick to catch emotions, quick to transmit them.

Of all waves of feeling, this is not the least true of religious ones, that, starting from their birthplace, pass out to stir others, who have but humanity in common with those who professed them first.