The Saints and Prophets with their wit and brain

As guiding Lights their name and fame did

gain.

Ev'n they could find no road out of this dark; They taught mere dreams, and fell asleep again.

We, like a pool-ball, here or there, are thrown, Since Fate's resistless bats are cutely blown; Why does He drive us in this maddening sport?

He only knows-and knows it all alone.

Upon the Tablet of Creation, all

The things that be, were long since marked. They roll,

Unheeding bliss or grief, from Morning First To Dawn, the Last of Reck'ning on this Ball.

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This sky is like an overturned cup, Whereto the Wise with awe are gazing up, Do not ascribe your Fate to moving skies! They are as helpless, as the helpless grub.

Be ready! Soon the Fate may end your woe; And then your Soul the hidden Secrets know. Drink Wine! For you don't know whence you did come!

Be happy! You don't know where you may go.

While Moon and Venus there above will dwell,
The Wine shall in its merit still excel.
I but suspect the Vinters, if they buy
The stuff as half so precious as they sell.

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Oh! That we such a resting-place would gain,

In which we, pilgrims, visions might attain, That after thousand years' rest in the earth, Our dust might turn to Life, to bloom again;

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That God should not unfold the Book of Fate,
But rather scheme-this World to re-create,
And either grant my life a fairer leaf,
Or, from Fate's Roll my name obliterate.

A drunkard, neither liberal nor clean,
Is called by fellow-drunkards bad and mean,
While other men, tho scorning him-for fear
Of Wrath, take him for good. What's Right,
what's Sin?

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(To be Continued in Next Issue)

TELESCOPIC VIEWS

All the planets that have heretofore escaped our telescope have been harnessed by our spectroscope. Thus one by one the recalcitrants are whipped into line.

Combustions control the atomic world; spontaneity the organic; while in daily walks of life both factors are evident, saying nothing of many more forces reason cannot account for.

Some planets hold a greater distance than others. The nearest distance between them is one million miles. Surely, they ought to be good, besides realizing that distance lends enchantment.

There is no doubt about it that in our atomic state we have developed a longing to get nearer to one another, and now that our heart's desire has been fulfilled we wish we had never met.

Systematic Thought

By Zarlivana Marvin

I. Elimination of Disease

In the eradication of disease from the body systematic thought, word and deed are absolutely necessary, whatever the nature of that disease may be, whether structural-that is, of the bones-muscular, peristaltic, nervous, circulatory or organic. The disease that yields to the thought of the individual, backed up by the power of a mighty will, must vacate the body that is treated in a systematic method. That is all that remains to us of Methodism, and such method really did what the ism could not. It eradicated from this body entirely that bone-disease with which we were supposedly born. Before a mighty will everything yields; be it for good or ill. For this reason it is necessary to determine one's will for good and not yield to suggestions detrimental to one's weal.

There are gradations in will. The same holds good in everything. Some wills yield. more readily to suggestion than others. If we recognize those who have it conceded to them that because they look wise and shake their heads, they know; or listen to the whis

per of misguided, yet otherwise well-meaning friends, peddling hearsay of doubtfulness as to recovery, one's will is shocked into weakness, and to such an one the immovability of a Blucher will never come. The Marshal Forward aids such an one only whose will grows stronger the greater the opposition.

The individual who can resort to a welldevised diet and resort to nature's methods is greatly aided in rapidly restoring the body to a normal and healthy condition; he has less need of calling upon his reserve forces.

But supposing one is cut off from all of these and only a crumb of bread or a handful of grains at most are at his disposal, with barely enough water to quench thirst? To such an one remains the greatest of all remedial agents; for after all else fails one-there is breath. One may even lose sleep, which at best is but a stimulus. The waking state calls all the more for breath-currents conducive to the revival of heart operations. Consciously and subconsciously the pumping is conducted. Let no one expose his ignorance on matters of proven science and attempt to contradict this statement. He who has tried it scientifically has been spared untimely departure and is with us yet to testify to the powers that be, while he who failed to apply this only infallible and last resort has had to part from his terrestrial abode and mingle with those still uncertain