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Some one has said, " The great want of this age is men . " Men who are not for sale; who are honest at heart, simply because honesty is right: men who love God and hate evil: men who are not afraid to speak the truth, and who condemn wrong-doing in themselves, as well as in others: men who have courage without whistling for it, and joy without shouting.

What is it but the awakening of so much new life; the uncovering of so much more dawn to our morning; the lighting and broadening of our day; the extending of our horizon, and the deferring of our night? And this new thought, which shall spawn a thousand other thoughts, so prolific is mind, will it not in good time widen our whole lives into perpetual day, and so destroy the dark forever? What is darkness but ignorance incarnate?— Woman's World.

Dear "Journal" —As I was returning to Boston on a Western train, recently, my attention was arrested by a family party near me, composed of a young father and mother, and a little child, a year or more old. I watched and studied the group for some time, held in spite of myself by an indefinable something which shone in their faces.

In what direction is our watch kept, and why do we watch? Are we faithful to that appointed us? All are not. Many enter into delusions during the day, and slumber through the night, make treaties with error, and have a false sense of peace.

The insertion of a quotation from the pen of the novelist, F. Marion Crawford, in the October Journal, was interesting from the standpoint of observation of progress in the social and moral world.

" Whom do men say that I am?" asked our Lord. "Malignity had searched him with candles.

If the material universe is a myth, whence and how came this appearance of one? This is one of the most troublesome questions to young students, and readers of Science and Health. We know the scientific answer, that it never came in reality, and "ye are of your father, the devil, who was a liar from the beginning, etc.

Christian Science is to me the one theme above all others, but no one ever entered its portals with less knowledge of it. I met my first appointment with peculiar feelings; not knowing what was expected of me, or where to place my thoughts.

What is it? The cognomen of all true religion, the quintessence of Christianity, and it heals sin and sickness. Part and parcel of all truth and love, wherever one ray from its full-orbed light looks in upon the heart, behold a better man.

Quite a large number of subscriptions to the Journal expired with the Aug. and Sept.