The Man That Corrupted Hadleyburg and Other Stories

not written by Mrs. Eddy, but was handed down to her eighteen hundred years ago by the Angel of the Apocalypse; but did she translate it al

een centuries ago, and in my opinion no English language-at least up there. This makes it substantially certain that the Anne

nd the sentences are smooth and plausible though they do not mean anything. I think I am right in this surmise, for Mrs. Eddy cannot write English to-day, and this is argument that she never could. I am not

neous, undoctored English furnishes ample proof of this. Here are samples from recent articles from her unappeasable pen; do

spot, 'Therefo

ic) gnawing remedy

of this patient's

bringing by both s

e? arguing the o

titute that regard

vitals (sic) rep

things, healthful

cetera. (P. and

article impossible f

tive-by to feel p

.') thirsty or sic

sprang u

cars run 'Man is

gh several Mind is

sidewalks cannot

ads dotted is both

et cetera. tempt

ner, the di

f its cause. It i

ed little in sickne

save to (sic) st

eleton understand

thing (sic) real,

ren (sic) destroy it

it is the unive

' (Chap

ne

lumbering, ragged, ignorant output of the translator's natural, spontaneous, and unmedicated penwork. The E

at the insides of the metropolis and bringing its heart on bended knee, thus exposing to the eye the rest of the skeleton breathing slowly through a barren b

his coat and vest and cravat and 'demonstrate over' it a couple of weeks and sweat it into a shape something like

's morals? It was a social club which propagated an interest i

nto wooded parks, the merry electric car replaced the melancholy 'bus, smooth concrete

s little left to admire save the wreck

ous remark. There is a most elaborate and volu

tudent to find any thought or