n, as she unmakes all her works in Time and Space; but you, child,
your Soul, and Life, and Self, she did not make; and over you she has no
power. For you were not, like your body, created in Time and Space; and
you will endure though Time and Space should be no more: because you are
the child of the Living God, who gives to each thing its own body, and
can give you another body, even as seems good to Him.

CHAPTER V--THE ICE-PLOUGH

You want to know why I am so fond of that little bit of limestone, no
bigger than my hand, which lies upon the shelf; why I ponder over it so
often, and show it to all sensible people who come to see me?

I do so, not only for the sake of the person who gave it to me, but
because there is written on it a letter out of Madam How's alphabet,
which has taken wise men many a year to decipher. I could not decipher
that letter when first I saw the stone. More shame for me, for I had
seen it often before, and understood it well enough, in many another page
of Madam How's great book. Take the stone, and see if you can find out
anything strange about it.

Well, it is only a bit of marble as big as my hand, that looks as if it
had been, and really has been, broken off by a hammer. But when you look
again, you see there is a smooth scraped part on one edge, that seems to
have been rubbed against a stone.

Now look at that rubbed part, and tell me how it was done.

You have seen men often polish one stone on another, or scour floors with
a Bath brick, and you will guess at first that this was polished so: but
if it had been, then the rubbed place would have been flat: but if you
put your fingers over it, you will find that it is not flat. It is
rolled, fluted, channelled, so that the thing or things which rubbed it
must have been somewhat round. And it is covered, too, with very fine
and smooth scratches or grooves, all running over the whole in the same
line. Now what could have done that?

Of course a man could have done it, if he had taken a large round stone
in his hand, and worked the large channellings with that, and then had
taken fine sand and gravel upon the points of his fingers, and worked the
small scratches with that. But this stone came from a place where man
had, perhaps, never stood before,--ay, which, perhaps, had never seen the
light of day before since the world was made; and as I happen to know
that no man made the marks upon that stone, we must set to work an