The Sanctuary is the home of the Beatitudes, and what human sorrow, what source of human restlessness, has not Jesus transfigured into blessedness in that doctrine so divinely paradoxical? I do not know that the author has been ever touched by the bitterness of the true jetziger Weltschmerz. the accumulated sorrows, result of our social evils and wrongs; hut, none the less, in this Sanctuary is its only healing to he found. I am not concerned to prove that our writer's outlook could not have been vastly enlarged; but a fruitful task has, I think, been fulfilled, and competently, in these pages, the result of pious thought, feeling, and experience, and the author will he, I know, anlply rewarded if only a few more will hasten in her wake to take Sanctuary in their griefs, both great and small.