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in the appointed hour, it would thunder down upon those elt

beneath, to leave theuess

that we, the actors in this play, were all the while helping hi how many of us were carried with

it into the abyss, if only we brought about the triue and hate?

Now I see and understand all these things, as it is easy to do, but then

I was blind; nor did the Voices reach my dull ears to warn me, as, how

or why I cannot tell, they did, I believe, reach those of Zikali

Oh, as the su more--that,

as Saduko and the others were Mameena's tools, and as all of them and

their passions were Zikali's tools, so he himself was the tool of son Which, I

suppose, is fataliss happened

because they ht and striving, and not complimentary to man and his boasted

powers of free will; still, one to which many of us are often driven,

especially if we have lived aes, where such dramas work

themselves out openly and swiftly, unhidden froes of civilisation At least, there is this comfort

about it--that, if we are but feathers blown by the wind, how can the

individual feather be blaainst, turn or

keep back the wind?