2 2                              Miriam J. Benkovitz

who missed their former experiences. They are accustomed to looking
into those memories which would not often be welcome talk to their
neighbours. They see the works of the Lord, but his wonders in the
deep are past; those too they saw. The mystery of that, the misery and
the dignity reside for them in the word, 'the battalion.' The future can¬
not rival the attraction. The\", we, are years behind even the present,
and minor reservations and limitations of date, place and contact yield
to one strong retrospective migratory devotion. . . . Will there be
chairs enough for all of us, as the troops return to the tables ... r At
what point do we separate from those other listenets I named? .^re we
not all in the same boat? Fall in, ghosts.