To millions of homes the fact of communion with the so called dead is as familiar as intercourse with the living on the mortal plane. They have their oracles, or psychics, in mothers, wives, and often in little children, and so perfect has the way of communication become that communion by entrancement, by clairvoyance, by clairaudience, by the spirit rap, and often in other ways, is common and instantaneous, without resort to the circle or to any special condition. And thus have the dark clouds of ages of theological error been swept away, and the gloom and night of the grave been illumined by the positive sunlight of the new truth that has dawned upon the world. We now lay away our idols, not to sleep in the grave until some far-away resurrection of the physi cal body shall call them forth to endless happiness or woe, but we simply consign dust to dust, knowing that the spirit, clad in the habiliments of immortal youth, still lives to comfort the mourner with the sweet thought that they are not dead. How little do we really know of the nature of spirit. 0 We live in a world of mysteries — the mystery of being, of birth.