THE
articles in the Journal and Sentinel, written by the different Scientists at various times, seem to be lights shining at different points along our way to help us over some rough or slippery place and encourage us to plant our feet more firmly in Science.
"Mamma," said little Nellie one day at breakfast, suddenly, "every morning I pray to God to give me my daily bread, but really it is you that gives it to me—isn't it?
