tea. Though very pale,
she entertained that evening, and even sang, until midnight. Not
one of the party at that time was a Christian Science believer
either.

We are only in the kindergarten of life. Some time we shall all
possess the high art of selecting our friends and our life
companions, my dear, eager, anxious inquirers. We have power
in ourselves to grow. This was simply an unadulterated fact,
proving the power of mind, soul and spirit on itself from the
stimulus of the brother; there being also very much efficacy in
the harmony of tones as well as of personality. I wish more
persons could be conscious of the power of the voice on the
actions of all we come in contact with. We are now touching but
slightly on the esoteric, as carnal desires are yet in full evidence.

I have now in mind a sensitive lad of fourteen, who, after
four trying years ran away from a really good home and a
step-mother, because of her harsh tones. Though a good woman, his
soul-life seemed to suffer.

"The way she says things," said he, "is awful to something in
me, so that I want to fight. I can't help but shiver. Oh, I don't
know what it is. I want to be good. I know she does some nice
things."

Though the young philosopher chose for himself a severe
taskmaster, with plenty of added work, yet, with some special
kindliness in trustful tones that proved part-pay, some needed,
minor chord was touched in the soul-life of the lad, that gave
him hope in himself and in his future, which proved very true.
He has long been a kind and useful citizen, in precepts for the
young, and an object lesson to many. A practical, reasoning
benefactor of the race, as was the kindly Charles Dickens in the
interest of child-life. So let us work. These times are infinitely
larger, broader, and more full of promise to the world.

Our musical friend has left the shadows that were then
gathering about her life. Gone into the more perfect light and
life of her true inheritance, with God the loving parent of all
human and divine joys.

CHAPTER VII.

SUPERSTITION.

Do not hold to cowardice nor fear of death. The mad bull with
the spade stands near by. Look into this strange cup of figures
and graves. Some recent death and gloom has somehow filled
your mind with renewed horror. You have also felt that you are
about to die. Not a comfortable thought, madam, to be snuffed
out of all earthly hopes! Abandon your cringing fears. Dread
nothing. You must gain