work it is given to do is the only desire, the only endeavor.

As Seraphitus and Minna stand together on the mountain looking down upon the village far below, she weeps, and wonders that he does not weep with her.

"Why should I weep? says he. "I see no longer human wretchedness. Here, Good appears in all its majesty. There beneath us, I hear the supplications and the wailings of the harp of sorrows which vibrate in the hands of captive souls. Here, I listen to the choir of harps harmonious."

Is not this the same truth emphasized in our day -- Evil exists only for those who see and feel it? The reality of evil is our own inability to see the Good. If we get above the plane of suffering and sorrow by freeing our own captive soul from its bondage and helping it to climb the mountain of right recognition, good will appear in all its majesty -- we, too, shall hear, in place of wailings, "the choir of harps harmonious."

Miseries are great or small in proportion to our distance from them; and the world is full of evil, or is a means of working out the eternal good which is everywhere present and waiting for manifestation, according as we are of the world, or are in it, without being of it. Incapable, while suffering, of catching the harmony, hearing only the discord, we strive impotently against the great flood of evil. Not till a finer and more subtle capacity to see and hear is born