We clip from "The Journal of Education's"...
We clip from "The Journal of Education's" report of the annual meeting at Saratoga, N.Y., the following gems, extracts from the varied essays read upon that occasion. No comment is requis...
Easter Lilies, Music, and Metaphysics
A letter from Boston, published in the Congregationalist, May 1, 1884, had rather a sad ending, and to show my sympathy for the author I take this opportunity to express it. "Now that the East...
THE LORD'S DOING
I had been thinking long and deeply on the nature and office of the "Stone which the builders rejected." I felt as never before His promise, "I am with you always," to be true;...
HEAVENWARD
Let progress mark the footsteps Of Science grand and strong. " Truth bringeth forth her increase,"Will be the victor's song. Unconscious of the glories Beaming in Love divine, We walk th...
A dimness of a glory glimmers here...
A dimness of a glory glimmers here Through veils and distance from the space remote. A faintest far vibration of a note Reaches to us and seems to bring us near; Causing our face to glow with brav...
MY CHRISTMAS SONG
Happy Christmas, dear teacher, happy Christmas to you! May anthems be written, be songs sung anew, To show through the darkness your life-giving light, As guide to the strangers who toil in the ni...
Letters
—The Journal for March is at hand, and I have read with deep interest the majestic "Defence of Christian Science."I had read the letter of Dr. Gordon against this second coming of Christ,...
Letters
Somerville, May 1st, 1885."Loyal students will feel God-impelled in these days to defend the Truth that makes free from the bondage of evil; and her, Truth's chosen representative. There is no...
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It has been ingeniously said that metaphysicians are poets who have missed their vocation. The more one thinks of it the more just that saying appears. Both the poet and philosopher are creators in...
W. E. AND I. U.
There is no more desolate feeling than to be alone—in a crowd. And every woman who has found herself alone in a crowded city, without a permanent home, without friends, and alas! oftentimes without...