A HERMIT IN THE HIMALAYAS over something which may not be worth having. Nature has given you a real temple, where God is just as much present as in that old pile of greasy shrines and rite-ridden stones yonder; come away into the forests and the hills or even into a bare room, and I shall show you a God these others rarely find!M Nature's voice is to be heard within; her beauty may be dis- cerned without; but her beneficent harmony lives both within and without us* If I did not feel this by present experience and know it by past experience, I would not dare to write such optimistic words to mis- lead both myself and a blinded world. But because the sublimity which steals into me as I sit upon this lonely cliff in the Himalayas is a genuine, heart-ravishing fact, I let my pen write them down. I have suffered too much and lived too long to wish to dally with sugary sentiments which are mere fictions. But if I die tonight, then let these words be found in my journal and published broadcast to the whole world: Nature is your friend; cherish her reverently inyovt silent moments•, and she will bless you in secret.