most crying need of our country work is consecrated school men and women, baptized with the Holy Ghost and with fire, of consummate ability, health, morale and education, of course, and awake to the rich chances offered them in high-class school population and in helpful home influences, but, above all, appreciating and able through perfect training and practice to use and make their pupils use the stores of nature's laboratory around them.

As tributary to this I plead for reform in the country institute. It is better than no instrumentality of the kind at all, but can be made vastly more improving than it is. A terrible sameness usually marks the sessions from year to year, the identical sort of matter, topics in substance repeated over and over, teachers bored and hating to attend.

This defect is largely due to poverty. Much may be hoped from the movement to band counties together, perhaps changing session-place yearly, and joining treasuries to secure the best institute talent.

Fewer and shorter sessions a day would be another advantage. The teachers in attendance grow weary even of excellent inspirations and carry less nutriment away than they would under a system allowing rumination along with grazing.

But with the right sort of institute leaders we shall go away beyond all this in reform, making at least half the work at a session field and laboratory practice in botany, zoology, geology, astronomy and the various other forms of agriculture and nature study. Discard books, maps and blackboards the while. Out to field, pasture, wood, hillside, quarry and stream! Look up to sun, sky and cloud. Here are "the Worlds, Life and Nature, God's dread Sabaoth." Here is what the great reformer, John Wessel, used to call God's unabridged revelation, better than all books or other derivative knowledge, the source of science, art, literature, morality and wisdom.

The work just sketched is indeed a crusade. Our weapons are not swords or cannon, but ideals and incentives. Remember

ing this difference, we take up Henry V's call to his soldiers before Harfleur:

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more: .. The game's afoot:

Follow your spirit; and upon this charge.

Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!''