at headquarters at the universally acknowledged seat of gov ernment—the mind, which is enthroned at the mountain top of all organizational existence.

What are the conditions? Manifestly these: that foot and brain be connected by some subtile cords of sympathetic contact. The same cords are necessary between all other parts and extremities. But how can these conditions exist between two congenial souls, "wide as the poles asunder," and in the external world? Thus: by a mutual understanding that, at a given hour of the day or night, when all the rest of the world is shut out of the charmed circle, each will think a certain kind and number of thoughts with reference to the other, with all that distinctness and earnestness which would naturally characterize a familiar face-to-face conversation. The amount of time to be consumed in thinking such thoughts, and the exact method of arranging them into sentences, or questions and answers, should be a matter of prior mutual understanding. Note down every thought that bolts in upon the mind while so telegraphing. In this way a melodious concert of sweet sympathies will be organized; after which, notwithstanding the immense distances, the twain may commune on the principle of the magnetic telegraph. We will cheerfully give more on these important points, if it be desired.

In one short sentence let us commit ourself to the longcherished conviction that, in the not far future of this life, mankind will enjoy telegraphic intercourse independently of physical agents and machinery.

Nature's Progressive Energies.

Nature's heart is filled with forces and principles of perfection, and nothing can resist their ultimate manifestation. A strongly constituted man, for example, will recover from sick

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lushingly and sadly we write the verdict, that your developlent is not spiritual.

Spiritual Briers and Thorns.

A certain correspondent addressed us as follows:

"SIR :-All I now require is a few direct, practical, inoffenive words. Can you explain to me the cause of my failure to interest persons, of either sex, in my feelings and most chershed views of religion. I am dreadfully cast down at imes-hopeless, have thoughts of suicide, hate everybody, and everybody shuns me as though I was a nest of vipers, or a tree of poison and thorns. . . Do give me a simple Whisper' of xplanation, and I will remain forever obliged."

REMEDY.-Abolish from your mouth everything, whether duid or solid, which is not necessary to meet the demands of honest hunger, and to quench the burnings of honest thirst. One hundred days from the commencement of this mode of life, you will begin to feel and to act like a new man. Your impatience will be diminished, your irrascibility of temper and your overtaxed nerves will rapidly subside into peaceful conditions, and your excessive sensitiveness will depart from the surface of your external character.

Now begins the struggle between the Will of your awakened aspirations and the propensities of your inherited and acquired. characteristics. Buckle on your whole armor, Brother, and prepare your will for a conflict with passion. Your wrestlings with the Satans of inherited discords and propensities will be sternest and most painful in your bed-chamber. Your disposition is hard to control. Sensitiveness is an effect of your diseased brain and nervous system. You are easy to imagine yourself "misused "—" slighted "_" insulted." O, how easy it is for you to think evil of your own best friends. All alone, in secret-where no human eye can see your frowns, and the bitter curl of your lips, and where no human ear can hear

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It is impossible to think or to act unworthily of your better nature without degrading the waters of life at their fountain head. Take heed! No more littleness: no more offending the image of purity in thy bosom: no more hostility to the practical teachings of Harmonial Philosophy; no more secret violations of the sweet processes of daily life; no more supposition that you can do evil, or think evil, and yet escape the consequences in all their magnitude; no more imagining that the sight of guardian spirits is dimmed by the walls of your chamber, or that you can be a brier-bush in social life, a poison tree in the garden of the family, a thistle in the hands of friendship yet be loved, and courted, and aided in business by ors and acquaintances. Come, Brother! be simple

and strong, sweet and healthy, intelligent and affectionate, spiritual, harmonious, hopeful, and free as the air of celestial mountains. When you think that you are worthless and unimportant, or when thoughts of evil sweep through your mind toward a fellow being, then read the following inspiration, by Bailey, the author of Festus:

"Nothing is lost in Nature-so, no soul,

Tough buried in the center of all sin,

Is lost to God: e'en there it works His will,
And burns to purity. The weakest things
Are to be made examples of His might—
The most defective, of His love and grace,
Whene'er He thinketh well. Oh! everything
To me seems good, or tendencing to good;
The whole is beautiful! and I can see
Nought absolutely wrong in man or nature-
As from His hands it comes who fashions all,
With qualities in germ that shall unfold
All holy as His word. The world is but
A Revelation. His Spirit breathes upon us
Before our births-as o'er the formless void
He moved at first-and we are all inspired
With His Spirit. All things are God, or of God."

Cause and Cure of Impatience.

"Intellectually speaking," says a reader, "I delight in the speculations and beautiful theories of Spiritualism-in them I am a sort of connoisseur, walking about, superficially it may be, like one in the corridors and halls of a royal gallery of immortal paintings. Yet every day, or whenever I attempt to fix my attention upon any one of the pictures, something seems to blind my eyes so that I cannot see. A feeling of impatience seizes upon my thoughts, so that I fear that I can never realize anything of the Harmony' prescribed in your writings as prerequisite to true spiritual enjoyment. Why is this? Will you oblige me so much as to explain the cause of, and prescribe a remedy for, this impatience?"

REMEDY.-Corridors and halls of Art are frequently visited