Editorials

It is interesting to hear that Professor Coues, who has been so prominent in the Theosophical movement in this country, proposes giving up his connection with the society. He says—or is reported as saying—that he does not altogether like the company in which he finds himself, and that only his strong intellect has kept him from losing his reason in this pursuit of mystical lore.

If the subscriber who returns his Journal every month,—with this endorsement thereon, "I don't want this any longer," —will kindly give his name, it will save the publisher the trouble of sending it, and himself the trouble of the inscription. S.

I have called the oldest form of religion fetichism. The term is defined by Max Muller as "superstitious veneration, felt and testified for mere rubbish.

This book, published by Cupples, Upham & Co. , is translated by Louise Brooks, from the German of Johanna Spyri.

A very valuable Directory of Boston's Beneficent Organizations has been published by Cupples, Upham & Co. It was prepared originally for the Associated Charities, a society which has already done much to prevent fraud and pauperism, but still has a mountainous task before it.

This gentleman has quite an interesting history. He was born in England about fifty years ago, in the very region from which the Washington Family emigrated to Virginia,—Northampton County.

As one who never has smoked or chewed, the writer of this notice is fully in sympathy with the purpose of a book on this subject, written by Margaret Woods Lawrence (Meta Lander), and published by Cupples, Upham & Co. In it you may find a compendium of the moral and social arguments against the weed.

This gentleman, who was a member of Mrs. Eddy's recent class, has been for nearly twenty years a preacher in the Methodist Episcopal Church, and has for the last two years been stationed with one of the churches in Lawrence, Mass.

And we, O Father, standing Thee before, Do lay down at Thy feet, without a sigh, Each after each, our precious things and rare, Our dear heart-jewels and our garlands fair; For well Thou knewest that the flowers would die, And the long-voyaged hoards be found but dust, So took'st them. Thee we trust for incorruptible treasure, Thou art just.

Mrs. Eddy is pleased to consider it unusually bright.