soul," is the child's attitude of mind and desire. A child follows its desire until it is satisfied; then turns all its desire, its force, in a new direction.

Not so with grown up folks. They allow all sorts of things, within and without, to turn their desire aside, just as S. E. allowed opposition to turn her. Part of her force, thought, desire, still flowed in the old course and part was turned in a new direction. Soon her force, desire, was again turned and divided. Again and again this operation is repeated until she is like a great stream which is turned into a thousand small channels, running in all directions over a dead level, instead of being One mighty and resistless current.

Now this is the state of nine-tenths of the race. Desire in each is turned aside in thousands of small impotent wishes. Life meanders aimlessly upon a great dead level.

But all the original force is there. All it needs is direction to concentrate it again and make it a mighty power, the current of which bears the individual easily, delightfully, in the desired direction.

When a soul wakes up on a dead level like this; when he finds himself minus an object in life, or a desire worthy the name; the first thing to do is to do nothing. Be still. Let yourself meander. Be comfortable. Sleep a lot. Sit in the sun and relax, as a hen does in the dust. Let life live you.

By and by you will grow conscious of a wish that seems to be just a little stronger and bigger than any other wish --- as if two or three of those tiny rivulets of desire had run in together. That is just what happened.

Now lay for that wish, that desire. Make tracks to gratify it. Run along with it as far as you can. But