I attended one last week at which there was no bread, no butter, no sugar served.

All of which doesn't mean that the world here is going to the bad--only that it moves backward and forward by emotions; and this is normally a most unemotional race.

Overwork and the loss of Sons and friends--the list of the lost grows--always make an abnormal strain.

The churches are fuller than ever before.

So, too, are the "parlours" of the fortune-tellers.