author as the Gospel seems to obtain most concurrence. The larger number deny the Johannine authorship of the Gospel and the Epistle. Some of great weight maintain it. This is our own view, while admitting its editorship by another hand. In general, see Professor Bacon's article "Are the Critics Come to Canossa?" in The Outlook for May 8. 4. The New Theology prefers the term "spiritual" instead of "supernatu tl tl M p th di in to re et be m CC re ar en ral." The natural and the spiritual world are not identical, nor are natural laws the same as spiritual, though there are analogies between them. The forces by which God makes a plant grow and a religion grow differ as the forces differ which we exert in mechanical and in moral work. The generic and ultimate force resident in nature is spiritual. Its modes of energizing differ as its ends differ. Thus far is the New Theology from denying the supernatural. It denies only the notion that it lies outside of the natural and occasionally interferes with it. The term "idealism" is applicable to various schemes of philosophy, of which some do and some do not deny the reality 4. of the material world. 1. What do you conceive to be the powers of spirits in the other world? 2. Can they pass from place to place at will? 3. What is the "great gulf fixed," Luke xvi., 26? 4. Is there a positive separation of what we call good and bad? 5. Where is the line to be drawn, as goodness is only comparative? 6. What are their powers of vision and of discernment? 7. Are powers of communication greater there? 8. Are choices more free there? 9. Is truth plainer there? 10. Is knowledge more positive there? 11. Is God more visible and tangible there? 12. Are right choices more natural and voluntary there? 13. Does character continue to develop there? 14. What Scripture speaks most clearly on these questions? 15. Is common interpretation of Scripture the voice of God? 16. What consolation can you give to one who expects to remove hence soon? W. H. G. 1. Inconceivable, except as probably larger than ours. 2. Unknowable. 3. Probably a difference in character; how permanent is beyond knowledge. 4. We believe so. 5. Probably a good many lines, according to degree of goodness or badness. 6, 7. Unknowable. 8. Probably not. 9. Some truth doubtless is. 10. Doubtless also some knowledge. 11. Perhaps so in some forms of manifestation, but not otherwise than under the veil of the finite, as here. 12. Probably not, except as here, through progressive continuance in well-doing. 13. Doubtless. 14. The Scriptures, as the above answers indicate, speak with reserve on many points. Such partial conclusions as can be reached depend on comparison of all that the Scriptures have to say with observation of the laws of character and of what we can see of the way of God in the present world. 15. It certainly is not the voice of God, though it may open the mind to hear that voice in the conscience. 16. "All things work together for good to them that love God." July 10 the question was asked, "Can a soul live at any time apart from God?" In the answer given occurs hc St lu on WE XX bu lea de in tha and ten per lie ten tho tam T as f frie ye tion in o Tes "ev I whe The Gre with see tran is n simp eter one wha case nal abo they word seem Ki of Hi books would it be necessary to study in order to learn her religious belief? R. F. G. The phrase has no uniform meaning. As used by Positivists, it denotes that substitute for Christianity, or for mere theism, which they find in a sort of deification of collective humanity, and devotion to its service. It is also used by some Christian writers to connote the special characteristic of Christianity, as a faith in the essential identity of the divine and the human nature, which aspires to realize its ideal of humanity in realizing the voluntary union of man with God, in order to the fullness of which it sacredly cherishes every human interest as of some divine worth. In the Positivist sense it seems to have been George Eliot's religion in her later years. You will find a good account of her in this respect, as in others, in Mr. Hutton's "Essays on Some of the Modern Guides to English Thought in Matters of Faith." -Canon Knox-Little, of Liverpool, England, recently told a good story at a church gathering. He said that he remembered a lych-gate in front of a beautiful church, which had been restored and made very nice. There was painted over the door, "This is the gate of heaven," and underneath was the large notice, "Go round the other way." -Dr. James Hammond Trumbull died at Hartford, Conn., on Thursday of last week, in his seventy-sixth year. He was one of the bestknown scholars in the country, and a member of the National Academy of Sciences, the American Philological Society, and many other societies for the advancement of knowledge. He was Presi dent for twenty-six years of the Connecticut Historical Society; was Secretary of State from 1861 to 1865; was the literary executor of George Brinley, and catalogued the famous Brinley Library. -It has long been supposed that the most startling genealogical claim is that of the Negus of Abyssinia, who insists that his descent has been in a straight line from the union of Solomon with the Queen of Sheba; but some one has discov ered a noble family in France, the Counts of Noé, who not only claim Noah as their remote ancestor, but show on their family blazon that veteran seaman in the ark. "The most eloquent speech of my life," said the late Senator Doolittle, of Wisconsin, a few months ago," was the briefest one I ever made. It was upon the eve of the nomination of Lincoln for the second term of his Presidency. A number of the leaders of the party had been called together secretly to discuss the advisability of reelecting Lincoln. They were much disturbed over the question, and after others had spoken called upon me, as I happened to be present, to make a speech. I said: Fellow-countrymen— I believe in God Almighty; and, so believing, I have faith in Abraham Lincoln.'" --The centenary of the consecration of Bishop Bass, of Massachusetts, which was celebrated last week, recalls to the New York "Tribune" some anecdotes of the Bishop. He refused to live in Dorchester because the brooks there were "not large enough for Bass to swim in." His first marriage displeased his parishioners, whereupon he preached to them a sermon from the text, "They will slay me for my wife's sake." His parishioners would often get in arrears with his salary, which never was more than $500. When the treasury was so low as to become hopeless, they would call upon him and ask what they should do. "Well, well," he would say, "let it go; I'll release you, and we will begin again." -That the missionary work of the Rev. Gilbert Reid among the higher classes in China (referred to in the Rev. A. H. Smith's interesting letter from China printed in The Outlook of August 7) is meeting with success is shown by a letter which he has recently received from Li Hung Chang, in which that statesman says: Unquestionably, if you can give to the blind leaders of our people light and learning enjoyed in the West, they, in turn, will lead our people out of their darkness. I think I may claim to have many friends in the United States where you now go. The cordial reception I met with wherever I went there made a deep impression upon my heart, and has greatly endeared your people to me. If it would interest them to know that I regard you highly and give you a helping hand in your future efforts to bring more light into the world and encourage higher aims for human aspirations, you may use for that purpose this letter from your friend (Signed and sealed) LI HUNG CHANG, Senior Guardian of the Heir Apparent, Classical Reader to His Majesty the Emperor, Senior Grand Secretary of State, Minister of the Foreign Office, and Earl of the First Rank. Good Deeds The Washington "Post" says that Mr. George W. Vanderbilt proposes to build near his North Carolina estate a hospital for the treatment of consumptives and persons suffering with conta gious diseases, and that his initial gift to the institution will be $100,000. Nearly a million dollars was left to his em ployees by the late Henry L. Pierce, of Boston. Among his public bequests are the following: $50,000 each to Harvard University, the Massachusetts General Hospital, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, the Boston Museum of Fine Arts, and the Massachusetts Homeopathic Hospital; $25,000 to the town of Stoughton, his birthplace, for a free library, and $20,000 each to the Massachusetts Charitable Eye and Ear Infirmary, Boston Children's Hospital, Perkins Institute for the Blind, New England Hospital for Women and Children, Boston Home for Aged Men, Boston Home for Aged Women, Boston Home for Aged Couples, Boston Home for Incurables, Society for the Collegiate Instruction of Women, Massachusetts Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, and Boston Lying-in Hospital. On Commencement Day President Eliot said at the dinner of the Harvard alumni that the gifts to the University during the past year amount to about a quarter of a million dollars. Among these gifts was a bequest of $45,000 from two women who recently died in Portsmouth, N. H. They came of an old family, whose sons always went to Harvard. It was provided that the income should be used in the astronomical observatory. "They knew nothing of astronomy," said the President. Why did they give it? Because, as is said in the will, of a brother who was interested in the study of the heavenly bodies. looked to see who he was. He died fifty years ago, just one year out of Harvard. There is a sentiment of human love held in women's hearts for fifty years." 66 SW: tan vis anc for nee loo one shc his the the inst day S us? age I A bitt spe eat be i Α fath осса disg can M One afternoon last week Mrs. A. H. Humphreys, of Princeton, N. J., and her son, Willard Humphreys, Professor of German in Princeton University, went rowing on Lake George. Near Long Island Mrs. Humphreys rose hastily in the boat just as the swell from the steamer Ticonderoga struck it. The craft was overturned, and joke both mother and son were thrown into the water. A dispatch says that Professor Humphreys managed to get hold of his mother and supported her for a long time, occasionally calling for help. His cries were heard by Samuel Hoadley, a man sixty years old, who has charge of the island. He ran for half a mile to the place where they were. Not stopping to undress, he kicked off his shoes and sprang into the water. Swimming out to the boat, which lay right side up, but filled with water, six or seven rods from shore, with the son clinging to the side and holding fast to his mother, Mr. Hoadley reached over the boat and took hold of the woman. His weight sank the craft, and left all three unsupported in the water. After a hard struggle Mr. Hoadley got the boat bottom side up, and the son's arm across the stern, with his hand fast to the collar of his mother's dress. Mr. Hoadley then swam ahead with the painter and towed them to shore. Mrs. Humphreys was dead when they reached the shore, but her son was saved. Mr. J. Pierpont Morgan ought to be proud of his two prize collies, who have just saved a human life and brought to shore a boat which was fast drifting down the Hudson River. Mr. Robert Armstrong, the superintendent of his kennels, with his wife, their baby, a woman visitor, and the two dogs, filled a boat pretty well for a day's excursion. A dog sat in each end. Something on shore attracted the attention of the collie whose place was in the bow, and he made a bound toward his companion and upset the boat. Mr. Armstrong seized his child and trat One Spa just beni am Arg T is sa It w tem have his s toas wait I'll 'em, A enga one cros for cried culp two othe judg pena hold to keep For the Little People The Diary of a Lonely Rooster I am a lonely rooster. I am alone, all alone I must find something to amuse me, or my feathers will drop out for sadness. I am walking by the pond and writing my diary in the soft mud. I must talk to some one, if it is only to myself. Tuesday, October 2 The Moose and the Boat In the State of Maine there are a number of beautiful lakes, some of them so large that smail steamboats carry passengers from one end of the lake to the other. This summer, while crossing a lake, a moose was seen swimming in the same direction the steamboat was going. The captain got a rope ready, and when alongside the moose threw it over its head. The moose naturally was frightened, and swam faster, towing the boat. He suddenly turned about and almost upset it. The moose headed for the woods on a low point of land, and the captain saw that if he did not cut the rope the moose would wreck the boat. The rope was cut, and the moose, freed from his burden, soon struck the shore and disappeared in the woods. An Island and a Bridge Have you ever sat on the bank of a stream and watched the earth build up against a stick or a stone, or seemingly just grow up from the bottom? It's very interesting, and if you have never watched this making of land, do it the first chance you get. You will see it at the seashore. A wave will rush up and deposit a lot of sand against a bottle lying on the shore; another wave will come, and more sand will be deposited, or the bottle will be buried from sight. This will go on until quite a ridge is formed, and then a wave will rush in and take the ridge, bottle, and all with it. This action of the water changes coast-lines and harbors-closing harbors or making them dangerous, or opening new harbors, making new land. If you should talk with men who live near the water, you will hear them say, "Yes, when I was a boy big vessels could come in that harbor, but a boat of any size has not been able to come in here for years;" or, "When I was a boy, this was water. This land has been thrown up here within twenty-five years." Down at Coney Island, which lies in New York Harbor, every winter the storms-that is, the waves-beat down land in one place and build it up in another, so that you have to learn every year certain parts of the island over again. A big hotel standing there, when it was built was built where is now the ocean. The water undermined it, and it was moved back. Still, last winter, during a storm it looked quite possible that the hotel would be undermined again. Where is now a channel of water was a broad beach that permitted people to walk from one hotel to another. When you read of harbor improvements, you must understand that they are attempts to make the passage of vessels easier in channels that have become choked up by this constant action of the water and the deposit that follows. The Missouri River will, during a storm, change its banks, and the farm that was on one side of the river before the storm will be on the other side of the river after the storm. You can understand this better if you will mark with sticks places in a stream that you can study, or even watch the edge of the stream, and mark the difference in the coast-line before and after a storm that raises the water in the stream. When you do this, and compare different parts of the stream, you will have a faint conception of the power there is in water. A little boy and girl one day carried large stones and heavy sticks, and built a bridge from a little island, formed by eddies in the stream, to the shore, about two feet away. They showed a good deal of engineering skill in the way they built the bridge. The water it spanned rushed along with a good deal of force. It took two or three days to build the bridge, which was finished by putting four cups, without handles, in which some ferns were planted, on the two ends of the bridge, like vases of plants. A storm came up in the night, and it was not possible to visit the bridge for two days. Word had come that the water in the stream was very high, and every one thought, if he did not say, that the children's bridge would be destroyed. When the storm was over, and the bridge was visited, there was no water under it. A heavy limb of a tree had lodged in the stream just above the bridge, the sand and earth had washed down, and the bridge stood high and dry on an island, its beautiful vases of flowers somewhat beaten down, but otherwise uninjured. The bridge stood there until late September, when there was a severe wind and rain storm, lasting four days. When the bridge was visited after this storm, there was no bridge, island, or trunk of tree, but on the other side of the stream, lower do vn, was a point of land that had not been there before. It was concluded that that was the island, and when the water fell a cup without a handle was found buried in the sand. The Occupant of the Dol-Carriage A little girl was wheeling a doll-carriage on the sidewalk. She wheeled it so carefully that it was evident she was very proud of the doll. Presently a boy turned the corner, and knocked the side of the carriage with his foot. "Don't you touch my cat!" exclaimed the little girl in an excited tone. "Cat! Did she say cat?" thought the one who heard her. Presently the little boy struck the carriage again, and the little girl in evident distress knelt down beside it, as if to protect it, saying, "Don't touch my cat, please do not!" And surely there in the baby-carriage, rolled in a doll's flannel blanket, was a black and white kitten, with its fore paw on i blin kitt said riag the the blar |