SAFELY returned from my long tour of ten months, my first duty upon reaching home is to remind the Branches that the time approaches for the Annual Meeting of the
IT is somewhat difficult to say what real or theosophical work is when exactly defined, and, in consequence, it becomes very easy to speak of an effort as untheosophical
I sit alone in the twilight, Dreaming — but not as of old; Blind to the flickering fire-light, Mystic visions my spirit enfold. What means this struggle within me, This
SCRIBE OF “THE IDYLL OF THE WHITE LOTUS” AND “THROUGH THE GATES OF GOLD.” [Some of the readers of LUCIFER have taken great exception to the love passages between Fleta
