The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

iIO The Gates Ajar.
-which shall shake his cold, smooth theoriz
ing to the foundation. He speaks a foreign
tongue when he talks of bereavement, of death,
of the future life. No argument could convince him of that, though, which is the worst
of it."
"He must think you shockingly heterodox."
"I don't doubt it. We had a little talk this
morning, and he regarded me with an expression of mingled consternation and perplexity
that was curious. He is a very good man.
He is not a stupid man. I only wish that he
would stop preaching and teaching things that
he knows nothing about.
"He is only drifting with the tide, though,"
she added, "in his views of this matter. In
our recoil from the materialism of the Romish
Church, we have, it seems to me, nearly
stranded ourselves on the opposite shore.
Just as, in a rebound from the spirit which
would put our Saviour on a level with Buddha
or Mahomet, we have been in danger of forgetting'to begin as the Bible begins,' with his
humanity. It is the grandeur of inspiration,
that it knows how to balance truth."
It had been in my mind for several days to
ask Aunt Winifred something, and, feeling in