August

We shall be pleased to receive any of our Readers at Bryngoleu as paying guests. You could not choose a more beautiful place in which to spend a holiday than Ilfracombe. For the sea lover, its rugged and sublime coast line, its magnificent rocks and towering cliffs, its far-extending views,…

The Light of ReasonAugust 1905Published MonthlyEdited by James Allen Vol. VII. August 1st, 1905 No. 8 Our London Groups have purchased, for the purpose of distribution, a large quantity of back numbers of "The Light of Reason" at an especially low price. This is an excellent means of supporting our…

(Thomas Fuller)Commingling with the innumerable echoes of the past, is the echo of the voice of "quaint" Thomas Fuller, an ecclesiastic whose words are stamped with the impress of wisdom and truth, and whose utterances still claim a respectful hearing, and a consequent deep and searching meditation. Coleridge said of…

Why art thou weary, oh my soul! cast down,Sighing and longing so to end the strife?Where now the joys transcendent thou hast known,Those wondrous beauties of the Higher Life?Why dwells the cast of sorrow on thy face?Why hast thou lost the light of thy Ideal?Wearied of pressing upward to the…

The common life of this twentieth century does not strike us as joyous. Probably the general life of the majority of mankind never has been joyous.We do not know how many thousand years this planet existed as the abode of "great lizards and creeping things of a low order," before…

There's a joy for every sadness;Every darkness has its light;Every sorrow has its gladness;There's a dawn to every night. Blackest cloud has silver lining;Wildest tempest has its calm;Evermore the sun is shining;Every trouble has its balm. There are gains for all our losses—Be they great or be they small;There are…

Talent is best formed in solitude But character upon the world's rough sea.—Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe The true sculptor seeks to mirror that which lies at the back of his surging brain. He hacks at the cold impassive stone-smooths off a little dust here, turns the line a little more…

Not in some far-off time,By paths unknown or some mysterious way,Shall life be perfect; for the Self that knows,The Glory is today. Eyes will look out beyond,But feet must follow in a long, long climb,Till the flood-tide of thought is reached by bothNow in this present time. I may sleep…

Jesus Christ taught very plainly that there were two kinds of knowledge. And in that wonderful parable of His both are shown up. There we see the wise man, who when he knows a thing, at once puts it into action, uses it, so to speak, and makes it stronger…

To be equally minded is to be peacefully minded, for a man cannot be said to have arrived at peace who allows his mind to be disturbed and thrown off the balance by occurrences. The man of wisdom is dispassionate and, meets all things with the calmness of a mind…

Who loves not, having climbed the height to viewThe pathway of his labors, and to scanThe various scenes which, climbing, he passed through,The clefts and crags which seemed to thwart his plan?Now having these encountered, and excelled,He thinks no fairer view he e'er beheld. "And did I climb," asks he,…

Soul is kindled only by soul.—Carlyle. There is among the heavenly hosts a bright and beautiful angel whose name is known to us as Sympathy. She is the handmaid of love, and she dwells in all that is true and best: in the souls of the charitable and the altruist,…

The inequalities of acquaintanceship as against friendship emphasize themselves in adversity. This condition proves the distinction; one either fulfills materially that duty upon which depends his worth—and right to the name of friend—or fails, and passes along to meet an emptiness in life, which the course of time, near or…

I fell into a brown study, and I thought I stood midst a great throng, and yet I was alone, for though many were round about me, they did not appear to notice me. I still however, felt that they were in sympathy with me, having the same aims, aspirations,…

The white flowers are full of honey;Butterflies and bees suck at them;The unseen wind comes rushing like a presence that the heart feels only;The white flowers press together before it in a soft tumult, and shake out fragrance like censers;But the bees and the butterflies cling to them blowing.The crickets…

As one looks around and sees the suffering, misery, and apparent injustice in the world—the questions arise—What does it all mean? Is it just that some lives should be fraught with sorrow and suffering, while others seem full of happiness and free from care? Are we creatures of circumstances or…

He who has passed Gethsemane has found the waysOf peace or purgatory all his days.He chooseth best who in his heart can say,"Thy will alone be done, I will obey:"Who finds thro' grief his surest guide and stay,Peace, which the world can neither give nor take away.

Liverpool and Birkenhead Group.—June 15th, many of the group were unavoidably absent, nevertheless those present enjoyed some happy discussion on spiritual subjects. Two papers were read on "Recreation," both of them throwing fresh light on the subject, and helping different members in different ways. A visitor to the Group said…

The Redemption of the Body, by W. Fitzhugh Whitehouse, M A., published by Elliot Stock, 62, Paternoster Row, London, E.C. Probably there is no limit to the number of interpretations which may be put upon Scripture. Such is the elasticity of words, and so infinitely ingenious is the human mind…