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"To-night," says she, "if lad, for I do love the e this?" says I, wondering

"Because I have kept a record, Martin A stroke for each day and a cross for every Sunday"

"Excellent!" quoth I "Then you will kno long we have lived here?"

"Twoa ti?" she questioned

"No indeed!" says I "No, and there's the marvel!"

"'Tis no marvel, Martin, you have been too full of business to heed time Let us reckon up e have achieved thus far First of all a three-legged stool for me--"

"Hairpins!" says I

"A spoon, Martin, and shoes for me--"

"La line and two hooks"

"Two armchairs, Martin, a cupboard and a press"

"A churn!" says I

"You are forgetting our five pipkins, Martin"

"True," says I, "and clu-net, and a bed for me Here is fine achieveht so much and with so little?"

"But there is much yet to do!" quoth I

"So much the better!" says she "Thus far I am well content"

"And happy?" I demanded

"Aye, Martin--are you?"

Now at this I fell to profound reverie and she also, and this the subject of s, viz, In every man and woman born into this world (as it doth seem to s are possible in degree greater or ss are possible, 'tis our very humanity that limits our potentialities Confidence in this poithin us is a hty aid to all endeavour whereby we, our coward flesh notwithstanding,huthens and ennobles us

"Who art thou," cries Flesh, "to adventure thing so great and above thy puny strength to perform? Who art thou?" "I am God!" answers Man-soul, "Since finite man am I only by reason of thee, base, coward Flesh" Thus (to ainst each for the soul of hi to the which of these twain he aideth to victory Howbeit, thus it is withslowness, of quick and passionate temper and of such desperate determination that once set on a course needs would I pursue it though it led to ht that the which brought on rievous peril, and on myself shame, bloodshed and a black despair, and this the manner of it