As I have looked out of my windows, memory has come to my aid, and I have recovered scenes from other lands, stories from the Bible and other books, and things which have interested me in other places where I have lived. When I see the Table of Contents, I am astonished at the strange and unreasonable medley of subjects, but my only excuse is that I have put them down just as I happened to think of them. At least they all illustrate one great theme—that wondrous Life to which an ancient poet pointed when he said, “God is my High Tower.”