text:  What spectacle does modern life present equal to that of St Bernard the pious monk of Clairvaux the feeble emaciated thinker brooding with his dove-like eyes ("_oculos columbinos_ ") over the wild motions of the twelfth century and by the calm might of divine love guiding the sceptre of the secular king and the crosier of the spiritual pontiff alike? Was that a weak or a dark age when the strength of mind and the light of love could triumph so signally over brute force and that natural selfishness of public motive which has achieved its cold glittering triumphs in the lives of so many modern heroes and heroines--a Louis a Frederick a Catharine a Napoleon? But indeed here as elsewhere we see that the modern world has fallen altogether into a practical atheism by the idolatry of mere reason; whereas all true greatness comes not down from the head but up from the heart of man