apparatus of animals, it certainly exceeded that of our modern
philosophers, who are always contemplating their own."

"Truly, I believe you are right," responded Colonel Prowley. "There is
my dear friend Miss Hurribattle, who is always coming to me with some
new cure for people who are perfectly well. At one time Mrs. Romulus
told her that everybody should live on fruits which ripen at least six
feet above-ground,--all roots having an earthy and degrading tendency.
The last recipe for the salvation of society is, to take a little gravel
with our meals, like birds."

Dr. Dastick partly closed his eyes, and said, with some effort,--

"I think that men are befooled with these new explanations of sin and
its bitter fruits because the pulpit has done talking of the abiding
sinfulness of our inherited nature. When I was a boy, the minister
offered us the good old remedies of Baptismal Regeneration or Prevenient
Grace, instead of bidding us drench our flesh with water or crack our
bones with gymnastics."

At that moment Mr. Clifton turned towards me a half-startled,
half-triumphant look. I felt that the idea had been working in his mind,
but that he had used another's lips for its utterance. Under
undetermined conditions certain minds are capable of employing a
physical organization alien to themselves. If I had doubted this before,
a foreign influence in my own person would have made it clear at that
moment. For I felt a reply uttered from my lips which came not from my
consciousness.

"The moral, perhaps, is, that the pendulum has reached the other