s as companions, which become dearer with
the associations of each passing year, until love for them becomes a
feeling almost akin to worship.

"This worshipful feeling, no doubt, comes to us as a heritage from a
remote ancestry. In the days of ancient story, groves of noble trees
offered primitive man, nature's grandest and most appropriate
cathedrals, for the celebration of his worshipful rites. Is it a matter
of wonder, that he unhesitatingly accorded to them, the distinction of
being sacred? The emotional nature of this primitive man was a mystery
which he could neither understand nor control. Often, he suffered untold
tortures from the agonizing perturbations to which it easily became a
prey. Hidden in the deep shade of his sacred grove, in his happier
moments, the sighing of each passing breeze through his leafy canopy,
become to his untrained ear, the whispered blessing of nature's placated
God! When the dark pall of the Storm King shrouded all things with a
terrifying gloom, the restless moaning of such a mass of writhing
boughs, lashed by the fury of the blast, became the angry shriek of the
Demons of Destruction, which left him prostrate and trembling in the
throes of a paroxysm of worshipful fear. Analyzed, these actions show
the result of man's environment.

"By the way of a contrast, and as a testimonial to the planetary growth
of man's emotional nature, gained from the ages of progress; let us
question modern man as he leans confidingly, in a contemplative mood,
against the broad trunk of some giant of the forest. With uncovered
head, he muses in silence; he senses a vague feeling of awe for this
magnificent specimen of matured life in the vegetable world. With every
sense attuned to the overtones and undertones, produced by the
vibrations of nature's harp; he catches the rythmic song of the sappy
currents, as they swiftly fly to feed the swelling cells, where the
building energy of their tiny hearts of protoplasm, ceaselessly changes
the elements of soil and sunlight, into the woody fibre of this mighty
tree. How beautiful! How like the complicated mechanism of the human
body! Wonderingly he questions! Can it be possible, that the pulsing
energy of the protoplasmic life of the tree, is identical with that of
man, and all other forms of cosmic life? Does each great throb of the
planetary heart, re-energize and move in unison, the protoplasmic
centers of all forms of life? Who shall say?

"In discussing