The following letter was recently received from a correspondent presenting what would seem to be strong evidence of memory of a previous life.—The Editor.

DEAR FRIENDS:

I just received and finished reading my 10th Paper, which came this morning. Each one seems just a little better than the last, and this one has helped to clear up in my mind something that all my life has puzzled me—the subject of Reincarnation. I want to tell you of this experience:

All through my life the very earliest recollection I have is of this scene that is ever in my mind. It is as real as anything that ever happened in this life. I distinctly remember every detail, and it is just as clear as if it had been yesterday.

I see myself as a little girl in this my first recollection. I seem as around the age of three. I see the house I lived in; I remember the father and mother, who were not my parents in this life. Our home was near the bank of a stream of water. It could not have been a big river, for with other children, whom I still remember by name, among them a little girl about my size called Beulah, we used to play often on its banks.

Near our home was I suppose, from what I know now, a Carpenter Shop; that is what it must have been, for Beulah and I would play in the shavings. I remember how long and curly they were and what fun we had playing among them.

Then later I remember a little sister, Pearl. Oh, how I loved her. Beulah was not my sister. We would go to