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The Religion of the Future-It
Will Be Based on Nature,
the Divine Laws and Be
lief in Reincarnation.
By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.
All roads that lead to God are good.
What matters it, your faith or mine?
1 Both center at the goal divine
Qf Love's eternal Brotherhood. . .
The kindly life In house or street, i;
,. The life of prayer and mystic rite,
' The student's search for truth and light
TheBe paths at one great Juactioh meet.
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Before the oldest book was writ
Full many a-prehistoric soul .
Arrived at this .unchanging goal
Through changeless Love, that leads to it.
What matters 4hat one found his Christ .
In rising sun, or burntof fire?
If faith wltnln him 'did not tire
His longing for the Truth sufficed.
Before our modern hell was brought
To edify the modern world,
Full many a hate-filled soul was .hurled
In lakes of fire by his own thought.
A thousand creeds have come and gone,
But what is that to you or me?
Creeds are but branches of a tree
The root of Love lives on and on.
Though branch by branch proves withered wood,
The root is warm with precious wine.
Then keep your faith and leave me mine
All roads that lead to God are good.
B. BY Austin, B. A., D. D.. delivered a
lectur to Kocheater, N. T wherein he
Said:
"The religion ot the futurs , will be
peri-eyi, and open-eared to the revla
tiong of today and will develop Its own
prophets and select its own scientific
teachers. Its ministers will not' be
machin-mde, turned out of the theolog
ical seminaries duly stamped and marked,
as machines are turned out of the fac
tory. They will" be ministers of Nature's
own ordination, ' spirit-called and spirit
baptised and spirlt-led, ' the channels of
the grace and inspiration ot the spirit
spheres. ''.'
"This religion will be like a glorious
temple on the hilltop four square to the
universe, every door and window opens
to tie sunlight of truth, to the lessons of
history, to the voices of the angel world
Hither I see all nations and kindreds and
tribes and tjeooles gathering. In this
religion of the future there are no dis
tlnctions of creed, or race, or sex. One
desire' brings worshippers from ei'ery na
tion, island and cllme-the love of
truth."' .
Listen a teacher is proclaiming the
latest word of science to the listening
multitude.'" Before Jiim on the screen is
disnlaved. through inventions yet' to
come, a living brain, vibrating with
thought forces, palpitating with emo
tional Jlfe. The lecturer Is showing the
power of thought to change the chemical
combinations and conditions of the blood.
He is proving that the brain is a wireless
telegraph, battery and receiving station
combined. He is demonstrating that eVIl
thoughts produce changes In the blood
and analogous to poison. He is showing
that good thought ' is constructive and
beautiful and health-giving. He Is prov
ing, that every thought is a message' to
the world and - leaves Its indelible mark
on human destiny, ' And the multitudes
listen and learn and Iov6 the truth, and
gain the knowledge by which ' they can
worlt eut their own- salvation. - . '
"The religion of the future will recog
nize the needs and claims of man's body,
brain: and soul and bevas broad and
variejf-'in Its teachings and activities as
humajjj ' Hfe". ft" -will be. based on nature
and'ber 'divine, Jaws,, si discovered . by
scie'noei V not ; on : the iipern?tural, as
handed down by tradition." It will esalt
andt rtot' dethrone1 reason'; it Will, recog
nize '.(be, imminent ,God within mn not
the personal God without; its chief aim
will be to liberate rather than enslave."
This is good philosophy as well as
great truth.
Faith has been defined as "the evidence
of things hoped for."
But faith is becoming the evidence of
things demonstrated.
More and more will science become the
great priest of mankind. It will prove
the power of thought to change the
blood, flesh, Jxmes and gray matter of
the brain; to bring health out of sick
ness, success out of poverty, hope out of
despair and life out of death. It will
give a man a scientific diet which will
enable him to choose the kinds of food
necessary for his special duties and
needs. . .
It will cause him to avoid wrong food
and beverages Just as naturally as the
normal man avoids arsenic, and the only
physicians of the world will be men and
women who have investigated the mental
and spiritual and chemical mysteries of
the universe. And there will be only
surgeons left of all the armies of doc
tors who now exist, because the race will
know how to keep well; but it will not
always know how to avoid accidents.
Faith; on life everlasting will be founded
on proven ; iacis peiore anoiner cen
,tury passestacts proven by science and
demonstrated to all intelligent beings.
: Belief in the reincarnation of v the
spiritual ego in other bodies has always
been a factor in the religion of the ma
jority ot the earth's races.
Ralph Waldo Emerson thus put ' the
Idea of reincarnation beautifully in his
essay on "Experience":
"We wake and find oursolves on a tstair.
.mere are siairs oeiow us wucn we
seem to have ascended; there are stairs
above us, many a one, which go upward
and out of sight."
The greatest, the most intellectual and
most sane minds of earth have believed
in reincarnation.
,, The understanding of this great law
will grow as the world grows in intelli
gence, and men will understand; that
heaven and hell arc planes of thought,
and that by choosing their thoughts they
can create whichever region they choose
to occupy, "'- here and hereafter not
eternally hereafter, for existence is a
series of rounds and cycles, and the
spirit of man moves ever onward, with
out beginning and without end.
And the understanding of these glori
ous truths will Inspire a new race of men
to new heights of achievement
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MAN EVER MARRIED ON HIS
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CENTttMErt BE SEATED
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The Ten Ages of Beauty The Girl of Mystery
. Illustratlou from Good Housrkeeplov Maaslue for September, j.'j
THIS PICTURE BY NELL BRINKUEY IS REPRODUCED BY PKIIMISSION ANI ACCOMPANIES AN ARTICLE BY
OCTAVE U2i(VNNE ON "THE STORY OF FURS AND MUFFS."
Is she your favorite type of feminine
beauty? '
Anything that is mysterious attracts
attention.
When all other lines of advertising fall,
the wouid-be theatrical star shrouds her
self in some sort of mystery, or is care
fully enveloped In one by the fantasy of
her press agent.
Tile mystery may be a weird tale of
tragedy and crime, or the more obvious
one of being photographed with a mask
on, and only appear on the street
heavily veiled. ,
These eccentricities set everyone to
wondering, and that is what the mys
terious person is .after. You don't have
to admire her, you don't have to love her,
but she must occupy your thoughts, and
to that end she is carefully and sys
tematically mysterious in her actions and
her dress.
The famous prisoner in the iron mask
hap occupied the minds of millions of
people because of the mystery attached
to him. And what every woman knows is
that she can keep all men and most
women guessing if she will only ehroud
herself in some kind of a mystery.
Tim girl in the picture wears a ma.sk,
and I know you are crazy to see what
she looks like. As she trips on her way,
every man she , passes is filled with
curiosity, with wonder and Interest. If
she were the greatest beauty In the world
she would not attract as much attention
as she does by hiding or veiling ht-r
charms.
The girl who can be mysterious, and
lots of them are, has an extraordinary
power over people, for she lingers In
their thoughts and exercises their im
agination. Lots of girls cultivate this air of
mystery, and you see in their faces the
deep, wonderful, brooding expression
that makes you believe they are think
ing of unfathomable things.
Mystery Is the refuge of the stupid.
If you try hard enough you can al
ways look and act as If there were
worlds of meanings behind your simplest
glance.
Sometimes a girl is born to look mys
terious; such a one was the fair Edna,
one of the most beautiful girls I have
ever seen. She had brown eyes as big
as teacups, and while she hardly ever
paid anything, she looked unutterable
thins). You would feel those big,
brown eyes gazing at you even when
your bark was turned, and as if drawn
by gomo wonderful magic you would
ask, "What is it?" trying to fathom
the mystery behind that deep, search
ing glance of hers. But she always
The Magic of Love
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Bj WINIFRED BLACK.
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The , children were in high gloe this
morning.
They brought something
down the hill, where the
something myster
ious and weird and
magic, they said,
and they tiptoed
around and brought
a great blue bowl
with white flowers
In the rim and they
filled the bowl with
clear water, and
then they set the
bowl on the little
step that loads to the
place where the tall
hollyhocks stand
watching over the
wall to see who Is
being good and who
Is being bad down
in the village, and they opened a little
white wooden box and took out wea
havings of things, like little splinters
from some stack plant, and the little
boy's eye grew dark and wonderful.
"My turn first," said he, and Into tho
bowl he dropped one of the little splinters,
and it was no longer a splinter; It flow
ered sl6wty, slowly a blossom of crim
son on the shining surface of the clear
water,
"Oh!" lhed the little boy In ccstacy,
"Oh! It weaMy Is a flower a water flower.
It's maglo mother, It Is weally, wcally
magic."
And the little girl smiled mysteriously
and opened her lily-like band, and down
in the bowl of water dropped anuther
splinter. "Sh-h!" whispered the little
glrL "I've wished It to be .something."
and the dull, dead splinter, like the other,
opened and blossomed Into a flower of
celestial blue, and by tho side of It rode
tiny ihlp for fairies. And then '.'.lb'
bowl was full. Little duclts swam In the
clear water, bluebirds darted Its white
petals, a rose blushed as only roses do,
and a fair ship set -sail across the bowl
into unknown eeas. ; ,
"Oh!" said the little boy, his gray eyes
wide with wondering delight; "oh, I love
to see magic, mother; I'1ov.to see
magic!" , , , - ' " ,1
And the children laughed and played for
an hour with the blue bowl of clear .water i.
and tho tiny splinter. -.. '
The little boy came and looked Into nor
face with his clear eyes that are like a "
little lake In the forest. ' ' r ..
"Isn't It funny," eaid he. "Isn't It y
funny about magic things? They stay lo s
a box and they look like Just anything !
else, and then you take them to water ,?
and put them In and they are De-au-tl-ful
things-all at once. Just because of tho
water. Isn't Is funny?" ' ;: '.
And I told the little boy I thought It J
really was funny, very funny, and very j
woet, too, and somthlng to be thought
of. The little muglo water flowers that
come in the wooden box, so plain to see, .
so Insignificant, and yet they are iriaglo
for all that, real magic
How many souls are there like that
humble, quiet, plain, uninteresting.
Bathe them In the maglo of love and they
are transfigured. :
I saw a woman on the street car ,thr"
other day plain, poor, humble, a little ;
dull-nd all at once her rather stupid
face was glorified with a smile that made
her beautiful, and I looked, and by the
road side stood a little homely boy,J ,
freckled as a turkey' egg, red headed,
wide mouthed4 bar footed.
Hers, Bhe loved Mm; the maglo flower ,
of motherhood grew to glorloua beauty
right before my dasaled eyes. ,i
A dull-eyed man stood In the office of
a Justice. the other day waiting. The
door opened, a woman entered a faded, y
Insignificant little creature you could
never have told her from a thousand of
her kind In a crowd. The man's eyes
biased like stars 'and the woman's face '
shone. . ' ' .'
;' They had been waiting for thl day for
years. The woman had a sick mother to
cure for, the' man was bringing up bis f
little sisters. Now they were, free, and
today they came to claim each other and
go home to a friendly fireside together, '
after many years. Magic, again the.
old, old maglo of love. , . , - , ie
Woman, War and Some Other Things
' Selected by EDWIN MARKHAM.
The Century company of New York has hopeless of all absurdities,
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just issued an entertaining volume,
Fabre's "Social Life In the Insect World."
As will be seen by the following, the
author touche oh human problems also:
"Under the skin of the clylllzed being
there lurks almost always the ancestor,
the contemporary of the cave bear. True
humanity does not yet exist; it is grow
lng, little by little, created by the fer
ment of the centuries and the dictates of
conscience; but it progresses toward the
highest with heart breaking slowness.
"It was only yesterday that slavery
finally disappeared; the basis of the
ancient social organism; only yesterday
was it realised that man, even; though
black, Is really man, and deserves to be
treated accordingly.
"What formerly was woman? She was
what she is today in the east; a gentle
animal without a soul. The question
was long discussed by the learned. The
great divine of the seventeenth century,
Bossuet himself, regarded woman as the
diminutive of man. The proof was in the
origin of Eve; she was the superfluous
bone, the thirteenth rib which Adam
possessed at the beginning. It has at Jast
been admitted that woman possesses a
soul like our own, but even superior in
tenderness and devotion. . She has been
allowed to educate herself, which she has
done at least as sealously as her coad
Jutor, but the law, that gloomy cavern
which Is still the lurking place of so many
barbarities, continues to regard her as
an Incapable and a minor, The law In
turn will finally surrender to the truth.
"The abolition of slavery and the educa
tion of woman; these are enormous
strides upon the path of moral progress.
Our descendants wW go further. They
will see, with a lucidity capable of pierc
ing every obstacle, that war Is the most
answered,1 "Nothing."
Edna married a vety rich. man. She
is till marvellously beautiful and in her
face Is the mystery of the Sphinx. . She
never mars tills impression for she
seldom says anything. Her husband
adored her until he found out that. be
hind' this wall of mystery there was a
perfectly vacant brain, a thing which
we could have told him before ids mar
riage. .... .
They are divorced now and she is
about to marry No. 2, who has also
succumbed to the charm of the silent,
mysterious looking beauty.
That our
conquerors, victors of battles and de- v
stroyers of . nations, are detestable
scourges; that a clap of the hand Is pref.
erable to a rifle sho; that the happiest
people In the world la hot the nation that 1
possesses the largest battalions, but the. j
nation that labors in peace and produce
abundantly, and that the amenities of
existence do not necessitate the existence
of frontiers beyond which we meet with i&
all the annoyances of the custom housesj"1
with its officials who search our pockets
and rifle our baggage.
"Our descendants will see this and many.
other marvels which today are extrava
gant dreams. To what Ideal height will ,
the process of evolution lead mankind?
We are afflicted by an Indelible taint, a
kind of original sin, If we may call sin a
state of things with ,whlch our will hag.
nothing to do. We are made after a cer. a
tain pattern, and we can do ne thing -to
change ourselves. - We are marked with ;
the mark of the beast, the taint of the'i
belly, the Inexhaustible source of.bestW
allty. " ,; . . t , - :
"The Intestine rules the world. In the?;!
midst of our most serious affairs therff
Intrudes tlie Imperious question of bread
and butter. So long as there are stom
achs to digest and as yet we are unable
to dispense' with them we must find the
wherewithal to fill them, and the power
ful will live by the sufferings of the weak.
Life is a void that only death can fill.
Henc the endless butchery by which man ;
nourishes himself, no leas, than beetles li'
and other creatures; hence the perpetual,
holocausts which make of this earth a '
knacker's yard, besifle Which the slaugh- "
ter houses of Chicago are as nothing." .
"But the feasters are legion, and the
feast is not abundant in proportion. Those
that have not are envlous-of those that
have; the hungry bare their teeth at the-
satisfied. Then follows the battle for the
right of possession. Man raises armies to
defend his t harvests, his granaries and
his cellars; he resorts to warfare.- iWIhere"
shall we see the end of It? " Alas, and
many times alas! As long as there are
wolves In the world -there must be watch .-
dogs to defend the flock."- . -. '".? -. '
Musing of ii Old Sport. ?.
, There's a hean more motive now in '
whistle than In a whimper. - . v ,:
"Jes . tul'able' ain't no way 'to.
along!
The man wtio backs his own Judgment i
may occasionally land on a dead one," 1
but be has the fun ' of data', his own m
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