even should it come out frail and wanting, is the pickaxe of my faith. Whether I do wrong or do right by her and by myself, or fail in performance and expression, what my pen traces will without doubt be truthful and frank, expressing with all simplicity what

this grandmother, mother, and sister has endured—she who addresses them at this hour while standing on the threshold of depar-ture—and what their grandmoth-ers and mothers endured through an epoch spanning several genera-tions; many of whom, despite the civilization of this present twen-tieth century, still trudge, even as these lines are written, under the fetters of enslavement and of shameful ignorance.

There is no disputing it! Certain words have a power like magic upon our souls, if we are inspired with them at the fitting moment, or at the decisive hour when cir-cumstance compels us to settle an important question, or to fix upon a particular aim we wish to achieve!!

This is what happened with me yesterday morning as I suffered an acute crisis of the soul from which I should never have come out in peace had God not willed me good and surprised me with the word that comes from the very core of my life—the word to which belongs the first credit for the forming of my character from the time I was between my sixth and seventh year: "gleaning."

No! By my right! I should never have succeeded, but for God's providence, in finding this title, which pleads for me by its signification and its meaning—or what could be truer in expression, or more faithfully in harmony with my own memories, old and new, the faded of them and the bright, than this title, which points with plain clarity to what I shall suffer in searching out what time has scattered among the folds of the years and their successive events, and what long-drawn illness has shattered within the hollows of my ribs, striking down their clearness and their luster! Scarcely had my eyes fallen upon my new subject—

"From the Gleanings of Dawn"

—which flowed as ink onto paper before me in a sudden automatic motion yesterday morning, than all manner of memories of my childhood and my girlhood opened before me, and in their forefront the operation of "gleaning," in which I engaged with my body and my soul, driven at that time by some measure of awareness and by much spiritual pain, of which I shall recount a part in its proper place!!—after I touch briefly upon the gleaning from which my subject sprang in this sudden, happy fashion: "gleaning."

I do not at all rule out that the greater number of our citified women, who have not lived in the mountains, may not know what "gleaning" is, or grasp anything of its importance to the people of the villages far from the coasts. And here am I—though a daughter of the village by origin, and though "gleaning" touched my life to the quick—it slipped from my mind through all these tens of years of my lifetime, without my mouth once pronouncing it or my giving it mention, even by a passing hint, for all the deep mark it left upon my soul, although it is the firstborn of my memories!!

And no wonder—for "gleaning" is

a humble word with which people concern themselves neither much nor little; we seldom use it or read it. It is the operation that village girls have practiced for generations to keep body and soul together. Mention of it appears fifteen hundred years before the coming of Christ, in the Book of Ruth; and the girls still go out, every year, after the harvest of the crops—wheat, chickpeas, broad beans, and the like—as also after the picking of the fruits—apples, olives, and pears. These gleaners, fortunately, meet with no objection from the field watchmen or the owners of the lands; they pick up and gather what remains, lodged among the folds of the earth and the thorns and the brambles, of these crops and fruits—which quench no thirst and satisfy no hunger, but which make it easy for the girls to buy what they fancy of cheap articles of adornment—a kerchief, earrings, a ribbon, a neck-lace and the like—to store away "for the trousseau," or to wear on feast days—that is, if these escape being added to the family's provisions, to which straitened cir-cumstances so often compel them.

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