THE TRAVELER

If progress some day ties a can
Onto, and ends the traveling man-
Removes him from this scheme of things,
With all he takes and all he brings,
It sort of somehow seems to me
Life won't be what it used to be;
Its amble will be more sedate,
It won't go such a glory gait.

If he is selling boots an' shoes,
Or lids for men, or peek-a-boos
For women, or is handling toys
And dolls for little girls and boys,
Or overcoats, or underwear,
Or skates, or imitation hair,
Or dope to beautify the skin,
His sideline always is a grin.

If he is selling walking sticks,
Or glue, or implements, or bricks,
Or fancy soaps, or silken socks,

Or booze, or guns, or songs, or clocks,
Or tin, or soups, or jams, or books,
Or frocks, or buttons, yarns or hooks,
As he hops on from State to State
He's always got his grin on straight.

If he is selling jugs or jars,
Or motor boats, or choo-choo cars,
Or medicine, or saws, or tools,
Or things to fit out cooking schools,
Or corsets, or gauze union suits,
Or it's evaporated fruits,

Or it's perfumes, or bran, or chaff.
He comes and goes on with a laugh.
What cares the world? It may be plows,
Or pork and beans, or swine, or cows,
Or may be ladies' silken hose,
Or fancy frills and furbelows;
We only know his cheerful way
Helps the old world to be less gray;
We hope he'll never get the can-
We're plugging for the travelin' man.
-Judd Mortimer Lewis.

DON'T BELIEVE ALL YOU FEAR

Don't believe all that you fear. You cannot see through muddied watersyou cannot reason with an agitated brain. The fact that you dread proves that you have lost your head.

Just as enthusiasm is likely to overestimate the future, pessimism usually goes out of its way to find things worse than they really are. Men meet or are defeated by circumstances in proportion. to the judgment with which they face them.

Cowards magnify their necessity and exaggerate the seriousness of their problems. The calm, sane, self-contained man beholds everything in its true aspect and realizes that he has abundant resources to cope with his trials.

Class Teaching

Commencing Monday night, November 4, next, I will give the first of a series of twenty lectures teaching how to heal the sick, how to teach the science of metaphysics and how to demonstrate along all methods of metaphysical work.

These lectures will be given five each week during the month of November.

The object of this teaching is to fit teachers for the field, public lecturers, public teachers and public healers.

The price of tuition is $100 per scholar for the twenty lectures. Those who wish to enter this class should write at as early date as possible and make their arrangements, as I have no desire to make the class large. Address

OLIVER C. SABIN, Bishop,

Lock Box 324,

Washington, D. C.

THE ROYAL ROAD TO BLISS

ETERNAL

The royal road to Bliss Eternal is devotion to the happiness of others. This is the love-way of the Christ and it is revealed to the lover of Truth not as a duty nor a sacrifice, but as a joy. Such a devotee has no fault to find with selfishness, because of finding its raison d'etre. It is natural and wise in its place of self-preservation. It is the mortal's unconscious interpretation of

the First Commandment: "Thou shalt

love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind" (Matt, 22:37), for his life and his good are his Lord God. The error that has been in ordinary selfishness is the limitation it has put upon itself. When it breaks the old bounds and enlarges itself to a family, then to a nation, on to a world, finally to a universe, then the great joy comes flooding in-he has entered into the bliss of Universal Love.

It took the life and instruction of a Jesus to show that the final step into heaven is to "Love thy neighbor as thyself." He knew His neighbor to be Himself, and He knew that the One He loved in Himself and in His neighbor was the Lord God of Infinite Worlds.

To seek one's own happiness separate from the neighbor's is but to live a halflife, always hungry, never fully satisfied, restless, wearily incomplete.

OUR WORLD IS WHAT WE
MAKE IT

Our world is what we make it. We take out of our world continually what we have already put into it, whether we have put that in through an unconscious agreement with Our race and our

came.

ancestors, or whether we have a consciousness, original with ourselves, that introduces these causes. Everyone has come into the world to save the world, to bring to it new light and new life, new consciousness, in short, to bring in the kingdom of heaven itself; and even the little child must begin early to choose whether it shall agree with the thoughts. of its ancestors and its race, or to hold to the thoughts which spring from itself, its memories of the Kingdom whence it From this viewpoint we know that if we have thorns in our flesh, if we have miseries outside, and things torment us from our world, then we must have a correspondence to these things within ourselves, and that is where the work must begin. It may be that we are simply negative and sensitive to these things, because they are a reality to us; and we must become positive in the consciousness of what is real-that only the good is true, that heaven is here, the only real presence and power; and instead of being sensitive to evil, all the delicacy of our feeling must be given over to the great love

of God that converts even a venomous

sting into a kiss from our beloved.

To put old age far from us I believe we must do as follows:

Cultivate cheerfulness no matter what the circumstances that surround us. Be interested in many persons and subjects.

Be calm but not stupid.
Be much with the young.

Take a youthful view of everything. Yield to no violent emotions, especially anger and hatred.

Avoid petty emotions as envy and much consideration of petty things.

THE NIGHT TRAIN FOR PITTS-
BURGH

The Bentztown Bard in "Baltimore Sun"

Hot summer night, the gateman tired, a

straggler here and there,

The benches full of immigrants whose blue eyes strangely stare;

A rumbling, then a scurrying crowd, the gateman shouting clear,

The night train's off for Pittsburgh, and the waiting room is drear,

The night train for Pittsburgh,

Through Camden sheds it rolls,
The dream-ship of the immigrants-
Aboard, two hundred souls!

Strange bundles piled about their feet in

oddest shapes and size,

Bright colors in their gaudy clothes,

bright dreaming in their eyes; What jabbering, as through half the

night in all its heat they wait

To take the train for Pittsburgh single
file through Camden gate.
The night train for Pittsburgh,
Chicago and the West;
Two hundred immigrants aboard,

With bright dreams in each breast.

From Poland and Bohemia and the German stadts they bring

The dreams that still the silver song of wealth and comfort sing;

Old mothers and old fathers, the daughter with her child,

The young, brave, brawny fellows that
are building hopes so wild.
The night train for Pittsburgh,

This way, the gateman cries,
And so the old world to the new
On wings of nighttime flies.

A ten months' baby toddles the floor from tile to tile,

And through the streaks of dirt and heat strange little faces smile.

The night train for Pittsburgh,
It fills up and they go-
Through darkness unto darkness?
Or darkness unto glow?

THE SEARCH.

They bade me lift my eyes to thee, who art great Lord and King, Enthroned above the cherubim, who praise eternal sing.

And eagerly I gazed above, as other mortals dare:

Such radiant light was all too bright-I could not find thee there. And, blinded, and with downcast eyes, I scarcely saw the man Who walked beside me

on my way, though close our pathways ran. No pomp, no kingly pride was there, his footsteps pressed the road;

A staff like mine was in his hand; his shoulders bore their load.

One day I turned and saw his face-the pitying human brow: "Brother," he said, with outstretched hand, and I, "Why, this is thou!" -Josephine Mason Leslie in the Outlook.

GOD'S PEACE

Straight down the Avenue of Peace my loved one comes,

In stress and turmoil doth he stand apart. My darkness is too dense for him to find my heart,

But when the Peace, God's peace, illumines me,

Straight down the Avenue of Peace he comes to me,

And finds, and enters in my heart.