I cannot omit to mention the Memorial Meeting at San Jose, California. It deserves especial prominence on account of Mattie's presence and work. It is reported by a pioneer worker, and veteran, Nettie Pease Fox, who took part in the exercises.

On Sunday, the 24th of February, the Union Society of Spiritualists of San Jose held memorial service for our arisen brother, Moses Hull. It was before this society that Mr. Hull gave his last address, and its officers and members gladly united in making the Memorial service a fitting tribute of love and respect for the memory of one who for many years has been a fearless champion of Modern Spiritualism.

Upon entering the hall at 10 a. m., we found the committee on decoration had transformed the rostrum into a bower of beauty. Across the rear of the platform a bank of evergreens had been placed, and over it hung a large and most beautiful wreath, at the right resting upon an easel, in a handsome frame of white and gold, was a large life-like portrait of Mr. Hull. In the center of the rostrum stood a large chair draped in purple and white. There were many lovely wreaths and vines, their dark leaves shining among the long pendants of white and purple ribbon; a profusion of beautiful flowers stood in groups, or drooped in graceful clusters down the steps of the rostrum to the floor.

The services were opened by a musical selection from Mrs. May Muntz's orchestra, followed by a tender and pathetic invocation by Mrs. Hull. Never did the writer witness a more inspiring scene; Mrs. Hull stood among the flowers, her small hands clasped, the silent tears falling like glittering pearls upon the lilies at her feet, her low vibrant voice thrilling with emotion as she breathed her soul in prayer. The effect upon the audience was marvelous, each heart seemed to cease beating, each breath was hushed, and each soul lifted into a sphere beyond the mortal. At the moment the silken fringes of the misty curtain hanging between the two worlds was lifted, and a vision no earthly language can clearly describe was presented. Standing back of Mrs. Hull as if he had at that moment arisen from the draped chair was Mr. Hull. He was surrounded by a group of those who had been his co-workers in earth life; they all appeared to be draped in long, graceful garments that glistened like the brightest moonlight and seemed to scatter radiance as they moved; each face was luminous; no taint or stain of earth-life marred their bliss; among the number it was thought the refined, spiritual face of Jessie B. Furgason was recognized. Mr. Hull extended his hand over his wife's head and moved his lips as if in speech, but no sound was heard, and in a moment the curtain dropped.

Mrs. Hull, Mr. J. Harker and the writer each gave a brief address. Mrs. Bock and Miss Zink sang those beautiful words written by C. Payson Longley, "Open Those Pearly Gates of Light." Mrs. Barker read several sympathetic letters from friends of Mr. Hull. Our president, Mrs. H. L. Bigelow in her quiet and effective way rendered a beautiful poem which was greatly appreciated. Mrs. C. Ringlep read appropriate selections from "The Progressive Thinker." The services were closed by music and benediction.

Nettie P. Fox