unspiritual matter as alcohol or tobacco could come
within their powers and could still be craved for by
unregenerate spirits. This has tickled the critics to
such an extent that one would really think to read the
comments that it was the only statement in a book which
contains 400 closely-printed pages. Raymond may be
right or wrong, but the only thing which the incident
proves to me is the unflinching courage and honesty of
the man who chronicled it, knowing well the handle that
he was giving to his enemies.

There are many who protest that this world which is
described to us is too material for their liking. It
is not as they would desire it. Well, there are many
things in this world which seem different from what we
desire, but they exist none the less. But when we come
to examine this charge of materialism and try to
construct some sort of system which would satisfy the
idealists, it becomes a very difficult task. Are we to
be mere wisps of gaseous happiness floating about
in the air? That seems to be the idea. But if there
is no body like our own, and if there is no character
like our own, then say what you will, WE have
become extinct. What is it to a mother if some
impersonal glorified entity is shown to her? She will
say, "that is not the son I lost--I want his yellow
hair, his quick smile, his little moods that I know so
well." That is what she wants; that, I believe, is
what she will have; but she will not have them by any
system which cuts us away from all that reminds us of