Some Call It Evolution, Qthers Call It God.

TRANSLATED FROM THE RUSSIAN.

A fire mist and a planet, a crystal and a cell;

A jelly fish and saurian, and caves where the cave men dwell,
Then a sense of law and beauty, and a face turned from the clod.
Some call it evolution, and others call it God.

A haze on the far horizon, the infinite tender sky,

The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields, and the wild geese sailing high ;
And all over upland and lowland the charm of the golden rod,
Some of us call it autumn, and others call it God.

Like tides on a crescent sea-beach, when the moon is new and thin,
Into our hearts high yearnings come welling and surging in,
Come from the mystic ocean, whose rim no foot has trod,
Some of us call it longing, and others call it God.

A picket frozen on duty, a mother starved for her brood,

Socrates drinking the hemlock, and Jesus on the rood;

And milions who humble and nameless the straight hard pathway trod, Some call it consecration, and others call it God,

Wisdom's Operations.

BY DR. GEORGE W. CAREY.

A soul struggling up to the sunlight up from the mire and the clay,
Fighting through wars and jungles, and sometimes learning to pray,
And sometimes a king with a scepter, and sometimes a slave with a hod
Some people call it Karma, and others call it God.

A beggar ragged and hungry, a prince in purple and gold,

A palace gilded and garnished, a cottage humble and old,

And one's hopes are blighted in blooming, and one gathers the ripened pod
Some people call it destiny, and others call it God.

Glimmering waters and breakers, far on the horizon's rim,
White sails and sea-gulls glinting, away till the sight grows dim;
And shells spirit-painted with glory, where sea-weeds beckon and nod,
Some people call it ocean, and others call it God.

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Cathedrals and domes upliftings, and spires pointing up to the sun,
Images, altars and arches, where kneeling and penance are done,
From organs, grand anthems are swelling, where the poor and the needy still
Some call it superstition, while others call it God.

Visions of beauty and splendor, forms of a long lost race,

Sounds of faces and voices from the fourth dimension of space,

And on through the universe boundless, our thoughts go lightning-shod, -
Some call it imagination, and others call it God.

Earth redeemed and made glorious, lighted by heaven within ;
Men and angels brought face to face, with never a thought of sin,
Lion and lamb together lie in the flowers that sweeten the sod,
Some of us call it Brotherhood, and others call it God.

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And now the sixtb sense is opened the seventh embraces the whole
And clothed with the oneness of being we acknowledge dominion of soul,
And in all of life's changes and phases, and along all the paths to be trod,
We recognize only one power, One present Omnipotent God.

Music.

BY F. H. BROWN, CLAREMONT, N. H.

When Orpheus strikes the Sounding Strings, and raptuous music trembles forth;
When Terpsichore plays and sings, the strains enthrall the Earth.
When war is on, and Standards wave, and marching armies shake the ground,
The fife and drum cheer on the brave; the trumpet's notes resound.

When heads are bowed, and tears they flow, and desolation on us fall;

The solemn organ, soft aud slow, speaks solace to us all.

In life, in death, in joy, in pain; in strife or quiet, age or youth;
The soul attuned to music's strain finds recompense and ruth.

Little Eulalee Smart.

BY LUCY M. GOULD.

I know a little maiden, fair, sweet as a rose when kissed with dew,
With ruby lips, and curly hair, and eyes that are of azure blue
Whose depths bespeak the heart that's true.

She's smart by nature, and by ny name, in years she's but little past two,
And yet it seems to be her aim to have some work that she can do ;

As work to her is something new.

She'll sweep the floor, and shake the mats, and her blue eyes like stars will She'll feed the biddies and the cats, and help grandma to feed the swine.

This charming little niece of mine.

The Quadruple Magic Square.

PROBLEM 1. Required to arrange the numbers from 1 to 81 in the form of a magic square, in such a manner that after remov ing the outermost rows you will still have a magic square, and so on, removing row by row with the same result until the number occupying the central square remains, which number shall be the greatest common divisor of the sums of the several squares.

The first solution to this problem (Vol. XIX, p. 211, 1901), was received from Rev. J. G. Ousley, Brighton, England, which is here given. The summations of the four square are 369, 287, 205, 123 respectively, and 41, the central number, is the greatest common divisior of the four summations.

The second solution to this problem was received from Col. Louis H. Aymé, Guadeloupe, West Indies, which results are the same, although the series (1 to 81) is arranged differently, with the exception of the central magic square which is the same as Mr. Ousley's only reversed.

"METEMPSYCHOSISIAN.

"And since a god inspires me, I

will yield to the impulse of the inspiring deity; unfold mysteries, open the skies, and unveil the dark oracles of the August Mind. I will sing of mighty truths, long concealed from human eyes, which the wits of former ages have not been able to explore.. * * Our souls are not subject to death; but, leaving their former seats, are received into different habitations, and renew life in other forms, Even I (for I remember it well) who declare these truths was, in the time of the Trojan war, Euphorbus, the son of Panthous; and bore in my opposed breast the heavy spear of the younger son of Atreus. I lately recollect the buckler, which I wore upon my left arm, as I saw it hanging in the Temple of Juno at Argos, where Abas formerly reigned. All things are thus but altered; nothing dies." Pythagoras (Ovid, Metamorphoses xv).

THE CHRIST OF THE RED PLANET. By Eleanor Kirk, author and publisher, 696 Greene Avenue, Brooklyn, N. Y, "The region of the senses is the unbelieving part of the human soul." (George Macdonald.) The author of this book says that the words in this book are real experiences, more varied and more sequential than the events and which come through consciousness by means of the natural senses. To many it may seem an overwrought tale, but every page is a page of verity, and adds to an abiding conviction that planetary communication will be made possible by the work of the seers. There are many of these luminous minds on this small planet, but most of them are working in secret. There is much of this narrative that I do not pretend to understand. I only know that I heard and saw what is here stated. How much of this interview in The Grove of Memory is the reproduction of a former visit I cannot now tell, but I am sure I shall be given a full interpretation at the proper time. One thing, however, is very plain, that there was a mutual need of knowledge on the part of the visitor and the visited, for I believe that the Red God was more desirous of points concerning our planet than I was to pick up again The Thread of Memory.

This romance is enticing and one is spell-bound as he reads its pages. The chapters: The Water-Bearer's Message, A Red God, The name of the Red God, and The Presence are full of interest. May we yet be transported to our near neighbor and have a View of the Constellalions from the Red Planet. Perhaps we shall better realize the jealousy of the Scorpion's Heart (Anti-Ares). Send the author $1.00 and get The Christ of the Red Planet. Bound in Red Cloth.

Old Tyng Township Record Book.

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The Manchester Historic Quarterly, Vol. II, Nos. 1, 2, 3, 4, 1901, have printed the records of Tyng Township" as nearly as they can be deciphered. They will make a curious chapter for the archives of the Association's exchange societies. The Tyng Township Recoeds" is indeed an antiquated book. The first leaf along with a few others that have been torn out the of book, referring to the early Tyng Township end some what abruptly. Such other actions as was taken by the grantees, when they found that their grant was slipping away from them, are to be found in the Massachusetts' court records, and in the following chapter such of these as can be obtained now will be given, as a closing act in an anxious and expensive undertaking.

The old book containing these records of the proprietors, and which was bought by Colonel Blanchard, the proprietors' clerk, according to the vote of the grantees, is a valuable historical document, as well as a curious relic and memento of the men of the pioneer times. It is a quarto volume, bound in hogskin, showing by its dilapidated appearance that it has had a varied experience. As it is now, it has 164 pages, marked in red ink, but at some period it contained possibly 200 pages, as at sections several leaves are gone. There are fragments of records of other grants, among these being those of Rindge, Jaffrey, Mason, Dublin, and Wilton, N. H., and there are lists of the grantees of several other grants in this state and Vermont. But the larger portion of the book as it stands now, is filled with the records of the Tyng's men, written out in a very legible hand, and in an ink which has stood the test of the years with satisfactory result.

Evidently the book for a long time was in the possession of private individuals, and looks as if it may have been at times the plaything of children. Finally, though it is not clearly shown now, it came into the possession of the town of Jaffrey, where it remained until Colonel George C. Gilmore of Manchester learned of its existence, and realizing its value as a part of the history of this city, he began negotiations for its removal to where it rightfully belongs. Naturally the officials of Jaffrey objected to losing the ancient heirloom; but finally it was voted almost unanimously at a town meeting held on March 10, 1896, to present the book to the city of Manchester. In return for the courteous act the latter printed the records relating to Jaffrey in a pamphlet of 14 pages for the town.