Show love the real not an ideal it Is so easy to love an ideal and love it ardently it has no obtrusive incarnation it does not fret nor vex us it sip its tea or coffee with a disagreeable noise it never puts its knife into its mouth its boots never creak when iou have a headache it never worries you with nith questions when you wish to be silent and it never leaves you when solitude Is irksome it is beautiful inaccessible adorable forever and wo we ull till the heart grows sterile for earth waiting to bloom in heaven yet in my poor humble way of thinking there seems to be more merit in loving these poor human ere cre agures whom we ue see about us every day than in loving the distant inaccessible ces sible ideal that can neither be better belter nor worse for all the love which we can lavish on it froni K KIrs irstle tle by 34 F |