Peace. As children of nature, we have always looked upon the concentration of population as the prolific mother of all evils, moral no less that physical. It was not, then, wholly from ignorance or improvidence that we failed to establish permanent towns and to develop a material civilization. We have always believed that food is good, while surfeit kills; that love is good, but lust destoys; and not less dreaded than the pestilence following upon crowded and unsanitary dwellings is the loss of spiritual power inseparable from too close contact with one's fellow men. All who have lived much out of doors, know that there is a magnetic and powerful force that accumulates in solitude but is quickly dissipated by life in a crowd. Prayer--the daily recognition of the Unseen and the Eternal---is our one inevitable duty.