if love is the very centre of human life, why is it that multitudes are suffering and struggling in poverty, misery, degradation, as if left utterly alone? Why do men stand off from their fellows as if they were not in any sense of the same kindred, but rather like foes, ready at a moment's notice to protect what is boastfully their own? Surely it is well to look at the darker picture side by side with the bright one, acknowledging all that is rampant in human nature, admitting the rarity of ideal love. All that is most vital and real is commingled with love. The literature referred to is abundant in its confirmation of this fact. To know love, see its power in the world, and work with it, we must look at life and see it whole, effacing nothing from the picture. If faith must frequently be summoned to our aid, let it be so, but we must be brave and insistent, as true to fact as to ideal never forgetting to preserve and to manifest the tender emotion while reading its history in the world.

The general answer many would make to these questions is that man is a creature of habit, passion, and emotion; that the world is selfish. It is ordinarily said that our situation in life will be no better until human nature changes, and that human nature will never change. But this is sheer pessimism and we demand the triumph of love. It is possible to make headway from the start if