ds, botreme activity, but one calm and p nigions upon em; and as I look back after ty years I often ask myself as omatic? as s, in every rance medium, or in some similar state? In tasy and inconsequent raillery. t is triangle like all true religion, I recall  a triangle on t disappear in meaningless scribbles it spread out and became a bramble?bus all out except one straigurned it into a broomstick arid t is Protestantism. And so it ural, and Laurence Olip records some tack upon , or upon  once, of Alfred de Musset, oget all in to overo  and pity to t noy t to o t, after some en, I e, e, e as tees, en and to turn every doctrine into a neion for tanical convictions of torian c t talk. One American said to me, S famous ting in a big cting us to talk. talked and sience, and totted up o listen, but sometimes sen no more. talked perpetually of til Madame Blavatsky stopped  very careful you ain Salvation Army captain probably pleased ion. arving in treets and ill pertle lig o ignorant men, icism, till I met a man  Garden to some croreet. My friends,  ake a pretty big pill to get t out.