To this reading, which was brief, followed a discussion of the power of healing disease by prayer. It was asserted to be "necessary to regard Christ as powerful to-day over diseases of the body as well as of the spirit." When several had spoken very briefly upon this subject, and the conversation was evidently closed, a considerable number of the people concurred in what had been said by short ejaculations, as "I confess the power of Christ in my heart;" "I confess the power of healing;" "I confess to a tender conscience;" "I confess Christ;" "I confess a love for all good people," and so on. Next a hymn was sung relating to community life, which I copy here as a curiosity: "Let us sing, brothers, sing, In the Eden of heart-love-- Where the fruits of life spring, And no death e'er can part love; Where the pure currents flow From all gushing hearts together, And the wedding of the Lamb Is the feast of joy forever. Let us sing, brothers, sing. "We have built us a dome On our beautiful plantation, And we all have one home, And one family relation; We have battled with the wiles Of the dark world of Mammon, And returned with its spoils To the home of our dear ones. Let us sing, brothers, sing. "When the rude winds of wrath Idly rave round our dwelling, And the slanderer's breath Like a simoon was swelling, Then so merrily we sung, As the storm blustered o'er us, Till the very heavens rung With our hearts' joyful chorus. Let us go, brothers, go. "So love's sunshine begun: Now the spirit-flowers are blooming, And the feeling that we're one All our hearts is perfuming; Toward one home we have all Set our faces together, Where true love doth dwell In peace and joy forever. Let us sing, brothers, sing." This was presently followed by another song peculiar to the Oneida people. A man sang, looking at a woman near him: "I love you, O my sister, But the love of God is better; Yes, the love of God is better-- O the love of God is best." To this she replied: "I love you, O my brother, But the love of God is better; Yes, the love of God is better-- O the love of God is best." Then came the chorus, in which a number of voices joined: "Yes, the love of God is better, O the love of God is better; Hallelujah, Hallelujah-- Yes, the love of God is best." Soon after the meeting broke up; but there was more singing, later, in the private parlors, which I did not attend. Thus ended Sunday at the Oneida Community; and with this picture of their daily life I may conclude my account of these people. THE AURORA AND BETHEL COMMUNES.