sun by day and moon by night. The owl is not a solemn bird; for you judge the creature by daylight— its time for sleep. See the same bird at night, wideawake, at its nest, and the joys it has at home where love rules, and ever and ever rule it should! The nestlings are most joyful of living creatures and in this regard, with the parents unmolested, far surpass the proud, too often peevish, human kind.

You will find that even at his prayers the owlish (in piety) takes great comfort in solemnity, many times, too, lacking in sincerity and saturated as we are with "business," the leading tone is selfishness. Go into thy closet with a feeling of joy, as one meeting a lover and true friend; for God, as Jesus instructs, says, is not far off-"is within you.' Do not in the stillness of thy closet act the part of a cringing beggar-what is truly thine will come to thee! It is a poor return when communing with Spirit at all times, and with men sometimes, to act the part that is mean, of beggary acknowledged. Speak no evil of anyone. He knoweth all, and if acting the Good Samaritan, you especially as a minister of God, and among those "sitting in darkness," be truly and honestly helpful. Weak nations are almost always the victims of those who call themselves Christians, since the dawn of American history. Raising the cross surely did not indicate the presence of good Samaritans in such crowds as ruined gentle natives, hospitable and civilized as were native Peruvians and Mexicans.

The light of life here on earth-at its withdrawalis not calamity, only as respects parting from beloved ones awhile; for God rules. Your soul goes marching

on, to later reincarnations and reunions; again with the awhile loved and lost you will meet in joy.

An anxious question is asked, Will we know each other in the new term of life? I think so, for I have observed that even with horses the touch of noses is a conveying of intelligence one to another. We can have this language when it is needful, for surely we are not below the horse in intellect, and especially when love points the way.

I surmise that the after life periods, and rebirths differ little as with animal natures, as all alike are children of earth. Being primates, the larger soul needs a larger circuit. Instead of groveling as little souls do in the underworld or elsewhere, the superior in intellect goes into higher elements surrounding. The rebirths, whithersoever, do reach earth again and again, via reincarnation. This is an older belief than our historic and recent religions. We hear of it constantly by tradition, and so handed to our Christians of today, that prayer of sincerity, Jesus will be reborn on earth!

I have often alluded to a Night of the Soul, negative of life's positive-as Milton in his sublime poem told of the proceeding of casting out devils from heaven. You see, on earth the near relation of day and night, for creatures can not live without a renewal in sleep. As Bunyan starts Christian with a load of sin, these ofttimes heavier than can be borne, yet in the renewal of pleasant rest and dreams, how refreshed we can open the morning, singing for joy. So it is, escaping a night-everlasting.

So goes my story of life, including on the traveled

road all creatures. As many die, averaging the years, as are born. It is unaccountable that some Christians, dazed by beliefs of old, cling to the sacrificial altar, streaming with blood, in his conceptions, he yielding possibly to the priestly demand (?) for burnt offerings (fried chicken) and money gifts for promised remission for sins-believing the Compassionate One, Jesus, had been offered up to his Father to be put to cruelest of deaths, a sacrifice, so to get remission of sins for a poor little Christian man of today, and also for his rewards, etc., etc..

Even our best scientific inquirers cannot fix on the functions stored in a tiny egg. The stabilizing and other needs, as the directing of homing pigeons, needs for the millions of creatures beginning life here, would not all be learned of highest gifts to man, in hundreds of rebirths. What little account could our Creator take of prayers of all, in all languages and to hear the praises round a throne, from all creation!

We speak of wornout New England farms; so we might speak of the deserts in all lands possibly. Our orb longer blessed and later covered with vegetation, and waters abounding in fish, should not show now any signs of decay, so early after making up of the

same.

Man is a poor farmer to have deserts near his "land of promise," or say only abandoned farms. We find there is no trouble with nature and her affairs. I have seen southern cotton lands of lazy owners, in ridges in the forests, unused and back in the wilds. These lands are thus being renovated by allowing pine trees to start and grow thereon. The whole earth, it is said,

was once covered by the flood, yet man's feebler efforts only amount to irrigation in spots! It is the same always with nature and mankind. If you do not keep garden, radishes, carrots, chicory, and beets under cultivation, they go to the wilds for better care. It is only that we can get such as watercress,-because this plant is irrigated-watered by nature at her springs bubbling up here and there.

How are the living creatures of the garden of God being cared for in general? We have failing manhood propped by a fiction in marriage called “love,” that is not Love. With airplanes, autos, etc., as precludes any serious thinking on affairs, on long journeys, the lady passengers especially crowding in their best-sellers-novels, so-called, for the speeders to while away time perusing. A favorite command to the man at the wheel is, go faster. So go the idlers, passing such small spots en route as Devilton, Deep Sea Port, and finally the crowd may be wrecked at the Point of Land lying ahead-called by the unfashionable name, Hell!

Rebirths, reunions, it seems to me, are the primal laws of life here and hereafter, for our spirits are to return to earth, as Jesus hinted, by rebirth. He said that except ye become as little children, you are not of the kingdom of heaven, of light higher than this life: "Be such as these little ones," for they have passed the Lake of Purification.

A path for all the living, souls or carnals, is, if you believe in immortality—from birth until death here and the heavenly life you hope for. Belief should have no infidelic gap, being of those who die, quit of

higher prospects of life here or hereafter. Let us hope there will be no dropping out even in thought, losing sight of a chain of being with no beginning or ending. The rolling earth has its 365 days every year of your life here; but the orb everlasting, above and beyond us, completes the great circuit of being.

One feature of the Quaker migration to Pennsylvania to escape persecutions in England, were of the great number bearing distinction in the old home land. Of the Nottingham colony were the Lincolns, Defoes, Hanks and Boones; Daniel Boone later of Kentucky, and Abraham Lincoln descended, as also his mother (Hanks), from these Quaker emigrants. A niece of Daniel Defoe, the London Quaker, coming to the colony at Nottingham, deserves peculiar mention. Her mother and the uncle, Daniel Defoe, thwarting her intended marriage (“out of meeting," they being of the Society of Friends), the girl of independent spirit sold herself to a sea captain to pay for a passage to the Delaware and was "redeemed" (by paying the money) by Friend Job of the Nottingham Colony. Later she married her purchaser's son, and a grandson of this marriage was Andy Job, born near the Friends' brick meeting house, Maryland. The strange character of Andy Job was a few years ago written up for and published in Scribner's Monthly, by Mary Ireland, and well illustrated. Andy's farm was an excellent one, received as inheritance. He would not admit visitors to his cabin-in a beautiful white oak grove on his lands, possibly from the fact that he wore no clothing except in coldest of weathers, and did all his own work, though owning a nice herd of cattle. In every