I write in sight of beautiful Lake Cayuga, on the fertile and sloping shores of which in old time the Iroquois Indian confessed the mysteries of life.

Having planted his corn, he made his pregnant squaw walk round the seed-bed in hope of receiving from the Source of life increased blessing and sustenance for body and mind.

Between such a truly religious act of the savage, and that of the Christian sage, Joseph Henry, who uncovered his head while investigating electro-magnetism to "ask God a question," or that of Samuel F.B.Morse, who sent as his first telegraphic message "What hath God wrought," I see no essential difference.

All three were acts of faith and acknowledgment of a power greater than man.

Religion is one, though religions are many.