g at their teams all
day, and talking about hell, their thoughts and talk is, "All is life,
All is love, All is joy, All is God." The men on the ditches and in the
orchards echo the glad thought, "All is life, All is love, All is joy,
All is God." And the birds in the trees sing with gladness, "All is
life, All is love, All is joy, All is God," and that very interesting
ring-neck bird, the kildee, as it runs along the ditches and moist
places in the orchards, speaks in its peculiar way that, "All is life,
All is love, All is joy, All is God." And the music of the waters as it
flows along, rippling in the ditches, sings "All is life, All is love,
All is joy, All is God." The winds talk it to the trees, "All is life,
All is love, All is joy, All is God." The trees whisper it to each
other, "All is life, All is love, All is joy, All is God," and the music
of the insects say the same thing, "All is life, All is love, All is
joy, and All is God." When the God of day, with his effulgent
brightness, rises over the hills in the morning and scatters his
luminous rays on the ranch, and writes in lights and shadows his
hieroglyphics that "All is life, All is love, All is joy, All is God."
And the one grand anthem that is being sung in the hearts and lives of
all on the ranch is, "All is life, All is love, All is joy, All is God."

With an aspiration like that on the ranch, all cursing and swearing
would disappear; smallness, meanness, jealousy, covetousness and greed
could not live in that atmosphere. That spiritual air in circulation
would kill out all lustful thoughts, pride, vanity, love of strong
liquors, and of coarse animal food. Everything would manifest the fruits
of the Spirit, which are peace, joy and love. All sickness and disease
would disappear, because those life-giving, purifying thoughts would
become incorporated and assimilated in the mind, nerve force, and enter
into the blood, flowing through its veins and arteries all over the
whole system, making the entire organism sound and pure, a fit temple
for the dwelling of the Eternal One.

CHAPTER X.

MRS. MARSTON.

In the last three years the beautiful little city of Roseland with its
avenues of palms and magnolias had a boom. Large substantial brick and
granite blocks were erected. Very many new and handsome residences were
built, besides putting a new appearance on some of the old buildings.
The commercial, professional and mechanical classes were all d