Editorials

All hail! Pen can never portray the satisfaction that you afforded me at the grand meeting in Chicago, of the National Christian Scientist Association. Your public and private expressions of love and loyalty were very touching.

A Dream of Midsummer? Not so, though thus wrote our Shakespeare; For real are the Life and the Light, the Love and the Sunshine; The Dream is of death and of cold, of dark winter and Hades.

In the papers of that city we find reports of the Sunday talks there by Mrs. J.

It is always curious to see how many literary birds are hit with one arrow. In the May Journal was an article headed, Not One Jot or Tittle.

When the press is gagged, liberty is besieged; but when the press assumes the liberty to lie, it discounts clemency, mocks morality, outrages humanity, breaks common law, gives impulse to violence, envy, and hate, and prolongs the reign of inordinate, unprincipled clans. At this period those quill-drivers, whose consciences are in their pockets, hold high carnival.

Heretofore Matt Morgan has been known only as a painter of admirable theatre scenery; but now he comes before the world with a big Scriptural picture, thirty or forty feet wide, and as high as two or three men. In it are hundreds of people.

In The Interior, Dr. William C.

The following correspondence speaks for itself. Mrs.

There is a text in the Old Testament, part of which is commonly translated thus: "So plain that he who runs may read;" whereas, here is the true reading of the passage ( HABAKKUK ii. 2 ), as everybody may see by looking it up.

Criticus , who writes this piece, has enjoyed some experience in various walks of literature, and has seen himself in print once a week, or oftener, during the last quarter-century. One of his oldest and best friends was John Wilson, the author of the famous Treatise on Punctuation.