SPIRITUAL UNFOLDMENT: Page 31

. T HE heart of man pants for many things. Desire moves man more than aught else. Passions may lash up the lake of his mind into a thousand pulsations; grief may burn the iron of despair right into his brain, and make him feel as one stranded; all his emotions and feelings may play upon him; the world outside may fasten its grip upon him, toss him up from pillar to post and beat him flat;-yet the impress left by these is sooner or later wiped out and man rises to his feet once more. But not so the iron grip of desire. It holds on to him like grim death. It drags out the soul minute after minute of our existence, electrifies the unwilling hand to exertion and stimulates the brain to accomplish its ends. From the hoary, venerable sage, standing triumphant upon the heights of spirituality, down to the most ani-malized, coarsened man-the Bushman, the Central African savage-this phenomenon makes itself clearly visible to the observant eye. Now, there come moments in our lives, when even the greatest money-spinners; the most persistent pleasure-hunters, turn aside from their usual occupations to listen