that keep the physical and not the spiritual phase of existence forever in the foreground. If life, with no human infusions of death in the cup, were the draught held to man's lips, how truly might he "quaff immortality and joy" from the foaming beaker. Forever and forever it should be a song of life, not death, on human lips, and what it would mean to mankind one poet reveals in the ringing strain,

"Sing me, O singer, a song of life,”

Cried an eager youth to me,

And I sang of a life without alloy

Beyond our years-till the heart of the boy
Caught the golden beauty, and love, and joy,
Of the great eternity.

AS THE WAR REVEALED HER

O find some good in things evil is a philosophy of life which was never more desperately appealed to than in those mad war days. From the old theological standpoint of attempting to justify the ways of God to man the effort was as vain as ever. Even from a rationalistic standpoint no creature could make out why a race of intelligent thinking beings could not bring the ends of justice and liberty to pass without such a senseless, brutish, wholesale butchery of each other. Taking about any of the blessed results which the courageous optimists would draw from the unblessed carnage it is easy to see that common enlightenment should have brought them to pass ages ago. The woman question is pre-eminently one in point here, because it reached such a swift and world-wide solution in the revelation of woman's true character and worth. But what is to be said of a world that never found it out before. A recent writer directly declared that woman was completely changed by the war, while the significant fact that the change is in the public with which she has to deal does not enter into his calculations. Indeed the great truth that woman's case, like that of her brothers, has passed into the hands of destiny and the on-marching ages does not appear to impress all beholders who consider the marvelous changes of this fateful hour. To realize that everlasting nature changes not and that woman is today what she always was and always will be in every essential feature of her being and aims, is something that may still require time to en

graft itself on the public mind. Nor is it so very strange considering some preconceived ideas of woman in ante-war days, that man deems it almost a re-creation which presents her now as a being "sublime in self-sacrifice,” capable and devoted in service, rich in resource, and, as ex-Premier Asquith declared, "performing work without detriment to the prerogatives of her sex heretofore regarded as belonging exclusively to man.” The picture that perturbed politicians and social censors previously drew of modern woman bears little relation to such a noble sisterhood. Not only the "dire and forbidding features" of the Militant Suffragette, but the audacious and law-defying attitude of the social leader entered into the cartoon, and no doubt created an impression not easily effaced. Out of the mouth of the playwrights and novelists of ante-war days David Grant drew a conception of modern woman and what she was “after” that might almost warrant an idea that nothing short of a new deluge or world cataclysm of some kind could cut short her career and restore the good and selfsacrificing woman as God made her to a place in the sun. A being "of unstable virtue," bent upon "individual liberty," especially in the matter of "hunting the father of her child in or out of marriage as the approved parentage might declare itself." This, we are told, was the new woman as her "brilliant male leaders" presented her and naturally poor intimidated man could only see his finish in such “advanced feminism." More naturally still, however, no woman on earth could possible recognize herself or her sisters in such a guise nor conceive how woman's struggle for the purer, higher ideals in all the relations of life and society could possibly be so misconstrued. It is evident that men and nations never knew woman in her "noble spirit and selfsacrificing efficiency" before her work in this terrible hour

of the world's history revealed her to them.

But that is

no reason why she should be deemed in any sense a product of that demon's carnival of war.

There is an old saying, "Earth waits for her Queen," and perchance in that final struggle of brute force the way was being prepared for her nevertheless even yet it seems doubtful if the poor blind world would know her if she came.