your window, and shields you from the summer sun. You are familiar with its form, its foliage, and its flowers. But can you tell what is going on with- in it ? Can you explain how it is, that, when the winds of autumn are singing their vesper hymn, the tree listens to their warning, — how it forms and folds its leaves and blossoms, to have them ready for another spring ? Can you tell by what prophetic anticipation it casts off its yellow drapery, contracts its fibres, collects its might, and stands like a gallant vessel with its sails taken in and all made fast in preparation for the storm? Can you tell how it is that the small bird that found shelter in it, the mo- ment the red leaf appeared, took its flight to regions where the flowers do not wither nor the verdure fade ? o. In the history of the simplest things in the vegetable and animal world, there is much that man does not and cannot understand. Come, then, to our knowledge of human nature itself, — how imperfect it is ! how many new pages are opened from time to time which fill us with wonder and dismay ! Perhaps you are able to tell how men will feel and act under the common cir- cumstances of life ; but who can tell the measure of the soul, or how deep and far man's powers and pas- sions, in their wild energy, can go ? We see the evil spark of anger kindling into a flame, and we won- der that it is not trodden out before it rises and spreads. But can we understand how it burns and rages, till it makes man stab his brother to the heart, though he knows that when he murders another he 358 WE KOW I PART.