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We have pleasure in presenting to the field as a frontispiece in this number, a photographic reproduction of a pen-drawing by the architect, of the church edifice of the "Mother Church,"—"The First Church of Christ, Scientist," in Boston, now being erected at the convergence of Caledonia with Falmouth street. It is, of course, impossible to give, by either picture or description, more than a general idea of this structure.

Whatever comes from the pen of Rev. Mary Baker Eddy is certain to find a large circle of appreciative readers.

Mrs. Livingston Mims writes: If you had asked me some years ago for my choice of ten great books, my thoughts would have roamed from Plato to Emerson, doubting where to select my ten.

A newspaper report, which reads as though it were based upon full information, says that the Board of Managers of the Mount Vernon Hospital, in Westchester County, has refused to admit any homœopathic physicians to the house staff of the hospital, and that the homœopathic doctors of Mount Vernon are very wroth in consequence. They say that part of the money for the hospital was contributed by persons of homœopathic preferences, who expected that their doctors should "have a hack" (as the vulgar put it) at some of the patients.

Cambridge, Mass. , Dec.

Entering upon a life work with Christian purpose and endeavor, with a lasting resolve to carry out and fulfil all the demands of Love, shall we ever be found halting between opinions? Purged ourselves of our desire for rank and anxiety to express our own wisdom, we may each and all strike our chord upon the harp of Love, and in nowise can discord arise from it, for the Principle of one is the Principle of all, and the sweet harmony of Mind goes out, filling the earth, gently arousing in its affections a new and growing joy. But where does fame strike upon the harp of Love? In its ambitious effort to surpass, it reaches beyond its proper chord, and in its excited hope, fails to detect the discord arising from error.

And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me. John 12-32.

" Here in the body pent, "Strangers from Thee, we roam; "But nightly pitch our moving tent, "A day's march nearer Home,"— the hymn says, and the writer went deeper, and nearer the heart of Truth, than he knew. Verily, if we shut ourselves up in our bodies, we are "strangers from God.

About three thousand years ago, (as finite sense counts time), in the little town of Bethlehem, (House of bread), was born David, (well-beloved), the youngest son of Jesse, who, in subsequent years, upon those grassy plains and verdant slopes, watched his father's flocks; and as he kept his lonely vigil, doing his duty well, learning thereby contentment, constancy, faithfulness and carefulness, his heart went out to higher things, yet still of earthly type, for he learned to read the skies and enumerate the stars. And catching tones of harmony from the music of the spheres, he tuned his harp, that in after years rang out in song and psalm to chord with notes celestial.

A Topeka (Kan. ) special says that on account of the financial stringency the members of the seven religious denominations at Ashland have agreed to sit in one church, listen to one minister and drop their mites into one box.