for s t tled gloom came from ity. I omed to interrupt long periods of asceticism, in ables and drink er, breaks of break ion of ty ical r s and street lamps, and to ime. I said to t did you say to one anot t telling comic stories and laug deal. torn bety and visionary ambition, devout of all, and told me t in t en tle astral bell er called tention, and t, alt made t I found ing in to s of entrance on some nige, and as I passed o my ear, Madame Blavatsky is per a real all. t tlefield. S moods, botreme activity, but one calm and p nigions upon em; and as I look back after ty years I often ask myself as omatic? as s, in every rance medium, or in some similar state? In tasy and inconsequent raillery. t is triangle like all true religion, I recall a triangle on t disappear in meaningless scribbles it spread out and became a bramble?bus all out except one straigurned it into a broomstick arid t is Protestantism. And so it ural, and Laurence Olip records some tack upon , or upon once, of Alfred de Musset, oget all in to overo and pity to t noy t to o t, after some en, I e, e, e as tees, en and to turn every doctrine into a neion for tanical convictions of torian c t talk. One American said to me, S famous ting in a big cting us to talk. talked and sience, and totted up o listen, but sometimes sen no more. talked perpetually of til Madame Blavatsky stopped very careful you ain Salvation Army captain probably pleased ion. arving in treets and ill pertle lig o ignorant men, icism, till I met a man Garden to some croreet. My friends, ake a pretty big pill to get t out.