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All the world may know an author through his books, and it is with something of the feeling of real friendship that I read of the coming to Boston of this distinguished divine. Many years ago, when a child, I learned something of the broad humanity of the man, through (to me) his best novel, "St.

The old fable of the spider and the fly has not yet been forgotten. We think our readers are informed of the character of those who stoop to flatter.

What specimen of science is a wolf in sheep's clothing, beyond an ass whose ears stick out? What tender hearted mind-curer has discovered an improvement on Christian Science, metaphysical healing, by which error destroys error, and would gather all sorts into "a national convention" with the sophistry that such is the true fold for Christian healers, and the Good Shepherd cares for all. Yes, He does care for all, and His first care is to separate the sheep and goats, and this is the first lesson of healing taught by our blessed Master.

We are glad to hear that a noted clergyman has spoken for God as revealed through Christian Science from his pulpit. That is the source from which all encouragement and inspiration should come, and it will come.

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.