The cross is that high symbol of sacred service, the devotion of one's life to the welfare and salvation of one's fellows. The cross is not the symbol of the sacrifice of the innocent Son of God in the place of guilty sinners and in order to appease the wrath of an offended God, but it does stand forever, on earth and throughout a vast universe, as a sacred symbol of the good bestowing themselves upon the evil and thereby saving them by this very devotion of love.

Tomorrow morning to the Council board He be convented.

So we o’ershroud stars and roses, Cherub and trophy and garland. Nothings grow something which quietly closes Heaven’s earnest eye,—not a glimpse of the far land Gets through our comments and glozes.

By “you” he meant people of her class, lowlings who believed in witches and the goodness of the King, who thought the trials were honest and fair and other stupid things.