the body, into the unchanging calm and glorious freedom of heavenly harmony.
Love never loses sight of beauty. Its halo rests upon its object. One marvels that a friend can ever Love's endowment. seem less than beautiful. Men and women, of riper years and larger lessons, ought to grow in beauty and immortality, instead of lapsing into age and ugliness. Mind constantly feeds the body with supernal freshness and fairness, supplying it with beautiful images of thought, and destroying the errors of sense which each day brings to a nearer tomb.
The sculptor turns from the marble to his model, in order to perfect his conceptions. We are all sculptors, Mental sculpture. working at various forms, moulding and chiselling our thought. What is the model before mortal mind? Is it imperfection, joy, sorrow, sin, suffering? Have we not accepted the material model? Are we not reproducing it? Are we not aided in our work by vicious sculptors and hideous forms? Do we not hear, from all mankind, of the imperfect model? Is the world not holding it before our gaze continually? The result is that we follow those lower patterns, limit our life-work, and adopt into our own experience the angular outline and deformity of material models.
To remedy this we must first turn our gaze in the right direction, and then walk that way. We must form Perfect models. perfect models in thought, and look at them continually, or we shall never carve them out in grand and noble lives. Let harmony, health, unselfishness, goodness, mercy, and justice form the mind-
