The minister of a certain Boston suburban parish looked up with a broad smile from his copy of the Advertiser the other day.
"What is funny, Yorick?" asked his wife.
"I've been reading the Rev. Mr. Gordon's letter on the mind cure," said the clergyman, "and was impressed by the; vehemence of his protest that the gross pantheism of the thing would destroy all our belief, and the solemn sadness of his statement that it leaves us no personal God and no personal devil. It reminds me of Theodore Parker's statement that the Orthodox people made the devil the fourth person in the Trinity. The mind cure people had better be careful how they threaten the existence of the 'personal devil.'" — Boston Advertiser, Mar. 4th.
Soon shall the smiling valleys sing,
Under the feet of Christ the King,
Echo shall hurry the song afar,
Rolling the pæan from star to star,
Till on the rich golden harps on high,
Angels will carry the tidings by.
