His quiet answer was, "It was that tree which brought me to him whom my soul loveth." There is no true life without its sacred memorial of special blessing or good.

There is something that tells of favor, of deliverance, of help, of influence, of teaching, of great kindness.

There is some spot, some quiet walk, some room, some book, some face, that always recalls sweet memories.

There is something that is precious to us because in some way it marks a holy place in life's journey.

Most of us understand that loving interest of Zaccheus in his old tree, and can believe the little fancy to be even true.