its hope, its promises and its faith; which, rightly understood,
will leave to the horrors of the Roman crucifixion the twin thieves,
superstition and scepticism, while the angel of ``Goodwill'' will go
free to solace the world with the fruit and fragrance of enduring power
and promise{.} The steel chains that fasten these hydra-headed crocodiles
of sensuous poison around love and destiny can only be severed by the diamond
of wisdom and knowledge.

A citizen worthy of confidence relates the following dream:
``In December, 1878, I saw in a dream my brother-in-law, Henry Yarnell,
suffering from a bloody knife wound; after this I awoke, but soon
fell asleep again. The second time I dreamed of a similar scene,
except that the wound was the result of a shotgun. After this I
did not go to sleep again. I was much troubled about my dream,
and soon started in the direction of my brother-in-law's house.
I had not gone far, when I met an acquaintance who promptly informed
me that my brother-in-law had been shot.'' Signed ``E.''

A well-known resident of Chattanooga, Tenn., formerly of New York City,
will vouch for the accuracy of the following incident in his life:

``On February 19, 1878, I was boarding with a family on Christopher street,
New York, while my wife and baby were visiting my parents in the country,
a short distance from the city. Our baby was taken sick.
The malady developed into brain fever, followed by water on the brain,
causing the little one's death.

``At our boarding-place there was at the time a quartette of us
grass widowers, as we called ourselves, and in order to pass away
the time pleasantly we had organized a `grass widowers' euchre club.'