Among the many victims of the Paris Commune was a man who knew something of the love of God in his own experience. In the little cell where he was confined awaiting execution was a small window in the shape of a cross. After his death was found written above the cross, “height”; below it, “depth”; and at the end of each arm of the cross, “length” and “breadth.” He had learned that God’s love was unfailing in the hour of adversity and death.