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despair, diffusing inner sunshine and gladness; in wintry seasons of discontent, scattering delicious blooms, laden with love's incense, and speaking words of tenderness starry with promise-words so aglow with heavenly instruction as to make music in the blissful homes of the glorified. How oft hast thou come with "Celestia," "Morning Star" and "Queen of Morn"-Sisters of Purity-who prelude thy philosophy with the harmonizing melodies of the harp, the lute and the lyre! How indebted am I to thee for thy symbolic illustrations, logical acumen, originality of thought, and messages warm with sympathy from an overflowing heart!

Spirit Brother! as a feeble token of appreciation and soul-felt gratitude, for thy watch-care and many favors, permit me to dedicate this volume to thee, as one of my immortal Teachers.

J. M. PEEBLES.

THE HOROSCOPE.

O soul, O hungering, thirsting soul! for thee the fountains of the. great deep are breaking up, and sweet life-waves, long obscured in the debris of ages, are flowing love at thy feet, "Whosoever will, let him take of the waters of life freely."

Truth is immortal, and long after the lips that spoke it have mingled their dust with the Lethean stream, traceable afterwards by the freed spirit, it echoes through the arches of heaven, the choral base of angel song that celebrates the eras of progress. What, then, cares "Brother James," for praise or blame, approbation or censure? "I testify of myself!" is the language that speaks from his heart, beating along the sun-mantled shores of time "to seek and to save that which was lost."

This brother has subpoenaed me, under solemn oath, to write this preface-actually ordered it as a "Thus saith Perasee Lendanta!" "Well," I said, "tell Perasee, the Italian prince of gods, so majestically calm and commanding, that neither he nor you shall change "one jot or tittle" of my testimony; nor shall either of you know what is written about you and your work, until the same is stereotyped. This proviso being very meekly accepted, I would like your eyes, dear reader, for a deep insight into the ocean mind of "St. James." Earnest, determined, full of innocent sarcasm which no man can tame; toned to sympathy, sparkling with wit and lofty thought; beloved throughout America; himself impressed upon the present age; a confiding companion of his loving brother, John, the disciple of Jesus, it

is not too much to prophesy, that his book, here offered the world, will be as a sun in myriad homes on the Western and Eastern continents. Let me snatch from oblivion one of his manuscripts, indexing the man himself, bringing us nearer his soul, so buoyant and free, so childlike and parental:

"Pythagoras lives in sacred memory, as well as in Jamblichus' classic prose. Jesus, lives, though the mould is deep over the gardens and olive groves that once felt the pressure of his bleeding feet. Demosthenes lives in that oration upon the crown. Mozart lives in those undying melodies that inspired with diviner ideals the courtly and the sceptered of Europe. The dewdrop writes its history on the plant; the stream its on the mountain side; the fossil its in the rock; the flower its on the passing breeze; you, yours, dear reader, on the sensorial faculties and future organisms of a world-wide brotherhood, and you will live, too, on earth forever in the forces you put in motion, the work you accomplish, the good you do. I shall live when this parchment will have been smothered under the rubbish of such viewless waste-winds as swept over those fearful midnights that gloomed in darkness the mediæval ages. Inspiration over-swept and over-arched all the past generations. There were paradises lost and gained, scores of centuries since; and, during their growth, or decline, Spiritualism, in some form, was a star of promise in their midst. It is to-day a light, a voice, a power from heaven-a divine power acknowledged by millions, rolling the "stone" of doubt away from the door of a long entombed humanity. It is not only the second coming," but virtually a continuous coming in the clouds of heaven with attending angels, the hope and the pledge of universal redemption."

THE PASTOPHORA is the production of years of close and severe searching, amid other pressing claims upon his attention. With indefatigable labor, James has gathered rich lore where others saw only alloy. A band of spirits, some of them very ancient, and all lovers of antiquity, desirous of blossoming into life "things new and old," has directed his mind and his steps adown the sombre walks of the past,

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amid the brooding silence of buried civilizations. The pyramids had voices for him; the obelisks glared forth a hidden mystery in their inscriptions; rocks and tombs, scepters and swords, dust and ashes, all bore traces of oracles that once built kingdoms and empires, all were prints of events readable under the spiritvision of his guides, aflash with the truth that ministering angels have ever been the arbiters of human destinies. THE PASTOPHORA is the faithful record of this pilgrimage of study offered now to the world as a beautiful repository of "Ancient and Modern Spiritualism." It is doubtless the first and only work ever published that has placed the past wave-eras, with their representative spiritual chieftains, in chronological and systematic order. As such, in construction at least, it is "something new under the sun." A book of biographical and spiritual reference, it is of inestimable value. Its literary and philosophical qualities are obviously of a high tone, both in style and sentiment, all throbbing through with a pure love of truth, and a deep reverence for whatever ennobles humanity and lifts it up to divine life.

The greatest difficulty he has had to encounter, amid such a profusion of spiritual evidences, was to do justice to the great multitude of witnesses rising on every side, demanding a hearing. In his descent into the ocean of the past, he found so vast a plain of precious pearls, there is not room to enshrine them all in this beautiful cabinet; but enough are gleaned to show that our heavenly philosophy, like silver veins, branches in all possible directions-a vast and inexhaustible mine of immortal wealth, exhuming for incorporation into the spiritual temple we build. A complete analysis of the spiritual phenomena, variegated with eclectic beauties, sweet with the love of truth, it may be properly styled-" Paradise Regained."

Another attractive feature is its spiritual symbolism-which is the language exalted angels use-conveying to the senses, as understanding, truth set as diamonds in gold-a speculu spiritual philosophy reflecting the "soul of things." Eve of the book is peculiarly significant.

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PASTOPHORA is lexicographically related with pastor-shepherdindicative of ministerial office for the protection of the religious flock. It is originally rooted in the Sanscrit-the oldest language in the world; and, used in the plural, Pastophoræ, literally means dwellers in the temples. It is, therefore, a most beautiful title, euphonious în pronunciation, symbolizing the inner life, burning as a Shekinah watch-light to the worshiping soul in its own "holy of holies.'

The interested reader will also inquire into the meaning of the symbols on the back of the book—the cross, triangle, and circle. As he carefully peruses these pages, he will discover that the data of the world's progress in civilizations center in India, whose religious symbol, providential as it seems, is the circle, representing God, the Universal Soul.

All things are trinal-body, soul and spirit; man is this perfect trinity-the cross, the triangle, the circle. Geologically our world started from the circle. It extended then to the broadness of its orbit in a gaseous condition incipient to crystalization. Contracting, the elements were angularized-divided, sharp-pointed, battling, volcanic, developing latent force, crystalizing into extreme individualitythe cross of crucifixion-when the law of reaction obtained, tending to centrality again-the leveling down of mountains-the leveling up of valleys, encircling all in harmony.

Religion is but the laws of nature spiritualized-love married to science the angel of heaven acting in practical life. Religion dates in the golden circle-in the tropics-the India of love. Have you noticed that civilization began there, and veered northward to be crystalized into sparkling intellectuality by a colder climate; spreading itself over Europe, thence westward in parallels to America, across the Pacific to Asia, and gradually settling back, laden with mental riches, to the tropics again? All things move in circles. India is the birth-place of religion-the Eden-the conjugal circle of soul. How appropriate, then, is the circle to represent her parental relations with all races, governments, and improvements! The embryonic religion of mankind,

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