to enlighten me by saying that these two emotions may be generated only by personal relations, and not by relations of persons and things.  I was thinking of my emotion of subjection in the presence of an original problem in geometry, but this college person tells me that this negative self-feeling, according to psychology, is experienced only in the presence of another person.  Well, I have had that experience, too.  In fact, my negative self-feeling is of frequent occurrence.  Jacob must have had a rather severe attack of the emotion of subjection when he was trying to escape from the wrath of Esau.  But, after his experience at Bethel, where he received a blessing and a promise, there was a shifting from the negative self-feeling to the positive—­from the emotion of subjection to that of elation.

The stone which Jacob used that night as a pillow, so we are told, is called the Stone of Scone, and is to be seen in the body of the Coronation Chair in Westminster Abbey.  The use of that stone as a part of the chair might seem to be a psychological coincidence, unless, indeed, we can conceive that the fabricators of the chair combined a knowledge of psychology and also of the Bible in its construction.  It is an interesting conceit, at any rate, that the stone might bring to kings and queens a blessing and a promise, as it had done for Jacob, averting the emotion of subjection and perpetuating the emotion of elation.

Now, there’s Hazzard, the big, glorious Hazzard.  I met him first on the deck of the S. S. Campania, and I gladly agreed to his proposal that we travel together.  He is a large man (one need not be more specific) and a veritable steam-engine of activity and energy.  It was altogether natural, therefore, that he should assume the leadership of our party of two in all matters touching places, modes of travel, hotels, and other details large and small, while I trailed along in his wake.  This order continued for some days, and I, of course, experienced all the while the emotion of subjection in some degree.  When we came to the Isle of Man we puzzled our heads no little over the curious coat of arms of that quaint little country.  This coat of arms is three human legs, equidistant from one another.  At Peel we made numerous inquiries, and also at Ramsey, but to no avail.  In the evening, however, in the hotel at Douglas I saw a picture of this coat of arms, accompanied by the inscription, Quocumque jeceris stabit, and gave some sort of translation of it.  Then and there came my emancipation, for after that I was consulted and deferred to during all the weeks we were together.  It is quite improbable that Hazzard himself realized any change in our relations, but unconsciously paid that subtle tribute to my small knowledge of Latin.  When we came to Stratford I did not call upon Miss Marie Corelli, for I had heard that she is quite averse to men as a class, and I feared I might suffer an emotional collapse.  I was so comfortable in my newly acquainted emotion of elation that I decided to run no risks.