with these new explanations of sin and
its bitter fruits because the pulpit has done talking of the abiding
sinfulness of our inherited nature. When I was a boy, the minister
offered us the good old remedies of Baptismal Regeneration or Prevenient
Grace, instead of bidding us drench our flesh with water or crack our
bones with gymnastics."

At that moment Mr. Clifton turned towards me a half-startled,
half-triumphant look. I felt that the idea had been working in his mind,
but that he had used another's lips for its utterance. Under
undetermined conditions certain minds are capable of employing a
physical organization alien to themselves. If I had doubted this before,
a foreign influence in my own person would have made it clear at that
moment. For I felt a reply uttered from my lips which came not from my
consciousness.

"The moral, perhaps, is, that the pendulum has reached the other
extremity of the arc of oscillation, and that neither spiritual nor
physical regeneration can walk in the fetters of a system."

Some one called out that the procession was passing. All crowded to the
windows.

A few musical instruments. Plenty of ribbons and rosettes; also, emblems
of mysterious device. Banners inscribed with moral texts. Miss
Hurribattle. The school-children in white. Members of the
School-Committee in demi-toilet. More banners. Mr. Stellato, as chief of
the Gladiators, covered with a pasteboard helmet, and bearing a shield
inscribed "TRUTH." (N.B. The inscription in German text by the
school-children.) The Progressive Guard with javelins,--_papier-mache_
tips gummed over with shiny paper. A Transparency,--at least it could be
used as such in lecturing emergencies,--representing the interesting
medical illustration to which Mrs. Romulus had alluded in the morning.
The choir singing a progressive anthem, accompanied by extravagant
gestures. Other banners waved in cadence with progressive stanzas. Mrs.
Romulus and the Lilac-Hill Water-Cure Establishment. Progressive
citizens generally; these in various stages of exaltation, and cheering
fervently.

"The old infectious hysteria of religious revivals, limited by fresh air
and gentle exercise, is it not, Dr. Dastick?"

The Doctor answered my inquiry with a non-committal "humph" of the most
professional sort.

"Plato tells us that the Greek Rhapsodists could not recite Homer
without falling into convulsions," said Professor Owlsdarck.

"That is very remarkable," s