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The fool hath said in his heart, "There is no God. "— Psalms xiv.

The first annual meeting of this Association was held in Boston, at the Meionaon (Tremont Temple), on Wednesday afternoon, April 13, and was called to order promptly by the first Vice-president, at 2 o'clock. A very large number of representatives were present from various States, belonging to Associations which have received charters from this Association.

This took place at Chickering Hall, on Wednesday evening, April 13, on the first day of the National Association meeting, and many Association members, from many places, were present. The artists, accustomed to Boston audiences, said they saw few familiar faces among the audience.

A large congregation was at Chickering Hall, April 24, to hear a sermon by Rev. M.

The regular monthly meeting of this Association was held in Odd Fellows Hall, on Wednesday afternoon, April 6, and was called to order, at two o'clock, by Brother Alfred Lang, of Lawrence. The usual impressive opening service was strictly observed, after which the regular business was transacted, in that quiet, harmonious, and satisfactory manner which is customary at these meetings.

At the second annual meeting of the National Christian Science Association, at the Meionaon, in Boston, on Wednesday, April 13, —after the regular business was transacted and officers elected,— Rev. Mary B.

" But who is mixing the fatal draught that palsies heart and brain, And loading the bier of each passing year with ten-hundred-thousand slain? Who blights the bloom of the land today, with the fiery breath of Hell, If the Devil isn't, and never was? Won't somebody rise and tell?" Certain individuals entertain the notion that Christian Science Mind-healing should be two-sided, and only denounce error in general,—saying nothing, in particular, of error that is damning men. They are sticklers for a false, convenient peace, straining out gnats and swallowing camels.

One cool bright day in early October, Dame Pig, who lived in a nice roomy pen in Farmer Allen's back yard, called her children about her, saying she had something pleasant to tell them. They came rushing and scrambling, pushing each other this way and that, for they were very happy, active children, full of fun.

A delicate child, pale and prematurely wise, was complaining, on a hot morning, that some poor dewdrops had been too hastily snatched away, and not allowed to glitter on the flowers like other happier dewdrops, which live through the whole night, and sparkle in the moonlight and through the morning, onwards to noonday. "The sun," said the child, "has chased them away with his heat, or swallowed them up in his wrath.

A tree planted by the rivers of water. —Psalms i.