that must be overthrown. One evil that must be checked is the ignorance of the learned who have never learned the simple, honest language of the heart, which is the most vital of all languages, and is more satisfying than all the Greek and Latin ever written. Thus I have groped

my way through college, reaching out on the dark pathway for wisdom, for friendship, and for work. I have found much work, and abundant friendship, and a little wisdom, and I ask for no other blessedness."'

Her exceptional achievement is well summarized by Mr John A. Macy, the able editor of her invaluable volume, The Story of My Life, dedicated "to ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL, who has taught the Deaf to speak, and enabled the listening ear to hear speech from the Atlantic to the Rockies."

Mr Macy says:

"The result of her work is to set a new standard for the deaf, and to raise a standard high, if not new, for the whole world of men who work and pray. She has moved the hearts of all nations to an enduring sympathy for the afflicted, and to a new belief in the capacity for the blind and the deaf to be uplifted. Thereby is Helen Keller's service great unto those who see, and those who are blind, to those who hear, and those whose ears hear not.

"It is safe to predict that her work will go further than the goal which is marked by her graduation. This, all who know her well will readily affirm."

As to her future occupation, the public may rest assured it will, in substance, consist of service to her fellow man. "Opportunities to serve others," she says herself, "offer themselves constantly; it bewilders me to think of the countless tasks that may be mine." To prove helpful she realizes the imperative necessity of continuing to improve her mind by engaging in research and keeping well abreast of the best wisdom of the age. Writing will, no doubt, occupy a large portion of her time, and to judge from what has so far emanated from her pen, future productions from the same source will prove interesting, uplifting, and of enduring service.

Let me now quote a few of the many striking pen pictures Miss Keller has already given us, relate several of many incidents, and state her creed.

Speaking of one of her favorite resorts near her home in Ala

bama, she says in one of her earliest letters: "The mountains are crowding round the springs to look at their own beautiful reflections."

Being asked for a sentiment, she said:

"Knowledge is happiness. . . . Knowledge of the thoughts and deeds that have marked man's progress is to feel the great heart-throbs of humanity through centuries, and if one does not feel in these pulsations a heavenward striving, one must indeed be deaf to the wonderful harmonies of life."

Literature is Miss Keller's "Utopia." She says:

"Here I am not disfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book-friends: they talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness. The things I have learned, and the things I have been taught, seem of ridiculously little import, compared with their large loves and heavenly charities."

Again :

"Be of good cheer.

Do not think of today's failures, but of the

success that may come tomorrow.

"Remember no effort that we make to attain something beautiful is ever lost. Sometime, somewhere, somehow we shall find that which we seek."

At another time she says:

"It is not always needful for Truth to take a definite shape; enough, if it hovers about us like a spirit wafted through the air like the sound of a bell, grave and kindly."

Speaking of a visit made to Lexington, she wrote:

"As we rode along we could see the forest monuments bend their proud forms to listen to the little children of the woodlands whispering their secrets. The anemone, the wild violets, the hepatica and the funny little curled-up ferns all peeped out at us from beneath their brown leaves."

In another letter after leaving the country to reside in Boston, she thus expresses herself about the public park, or Common :

"Somehow after the great fields and pastures, and lofty pinegroves of the country, the scene here seems shut in and conventional. Even the

trees seem citified and self-conscious. Indeed I doubt if they are on speaking terms with their country cousins! I cannot help feeling sorry for these trees with all their fashionable airs. They are like the people whom they see every day, who prefer the crowded city to the quiet and freedom of the country. They do not even suspect how circumscribed their lives are. They look down pityingly on the country folk who have never had an opportunity to see the great world. O my, if they only realized their limitations, they would flee for their lives to the woods and fields!"'

At another time, in speaking of Autumn, she says:

"The forest trees have donned

Their gorgeous Autumn tapestries

. . A mysterious hand is silently stripping the trees,
And with rustle and whirr the leaves descend,
And like little frightened birds,

Lie trembling on the ground."

One of her letters closes with: "I must go to bed, for Morpheus has touched my eyelids with his golden wand."

In giving Doctor Bell an account of one of her dreams, after describing a curious house, and saying that the people in it wore breastpins on their shoes, bangles on their heads, and rings on their wrists, Doctor Bell queried: "Do you mean you saw them with your eyes?" She replied, "Yes."

How Miss Keller looks upon her limitations, she thus expresses herself to me in a recent letter:

"When I think of the truths which have been brought within my reach, I am strong and full of joy. I am no longer deaf and blind; for with my spirit I see the glory of the all-perfect that lies beyond the physical sight, and hear the triumphant song of love which transcends the tumult of this world. What appears to be my affliction is due to the obscurity, yea, the darkness occasioned by terrestrial things. I cannot help smiling sometimes at the arrogance of those who think they alone possess the earth; they see only shadows and know only in part. They little dream that the soul is the only reality, the life, the power that makes harmony out of discord, completeness out of incompleteness."

Hellen Keller's rules of life and creed may best be summed up as noted in a diary entry made October 18, 1894, at the age of fourteen years, when she says:

"I find that I have four things to learn in my school life, and indeed in life: To think clearly without hurry or confusion, to love everybody sincerely, to act in everything with the highest motives, and to trust in dear God unhesitatingly."

And in her latest work, Optimism, she sums up her creed as follows:

"I believe in God, I believe in man, I believe in the power of the spirit. I believe it is a sacred duty to encourage ourselves and others: to hold the tongue from any unhappy word against God's world, because no man has any right to complain of a universe which God made good, and which thousands of men have striven to keep good. I believe that we should so act that we may draw nearer and more near the age when no man shall live at his ease while another suffers."

VOLTA BUREAU,

WASHINGTON, D. C.

SOME NOTES ON ANTHROPOLOGY AND

ARCHEOLOGY

BY CHARLES PEABODY

The inverse of a genealogical tree is or would be interesting; a single ancestral pair increases and multiplies, as is said, like a green bay tree, but one may also gather together from the various branches; our green bay tree may concentrate its laurel crowns from branch and tip upon the trunk. If from the Greek unique science of looogia have sprung all sciences and all arts, until their name is legion and their titles sometimes limited to the understanding of one man, there is yet a centripetal force urging the massing and arranging of many under one umbrageous whole-Anthropology. It is of this rapprochement, partly artificial, partly natural, of certain sciences and arts that a word of explanation may be fitting and seasonable.

Anthropology and archeology are sciences; they are not arts: to correlate the facts set forth by them, to draw inferences and establish other facts, is an art, yet one may be a capital anthropologist or archeologist and no artist at all; one may write a Teutonic Ph.D. thesis brim full of facts and be quite unable to make these facts tell their story. It is well not to confuse the subject-matter with the study of it. Archeology studies art; not, therefore, is it an art.

Considering for a moment anthropology and archeology as kindred or step-kindred sciences, it will be interesting to make a sort of parallel column record. It may be understood that a certain gulf has existed between the anthropologists and the archeologists, especially the classical archeologists, of America. Some reasons for this unhappy chasm will appear during the discussion.

It is well for gods and men to define terms. Hence Anthropology wishes, cries for definition; our inverted figure of the green bay tree's trunk sheltering the branches thereof now becomes pertinent. One may define anthropology axiomatically as a whole in terms of its parts. In order to do this properly it is well to hie one to au