"The Spirit of God is in my nostrils," and "the breath of the Almighty hath given me life."

We always become like those with whom we associate. Did not the observing Herbert Spencer conclude that man is more like the company he keeps than that from which he is descended? The youth, Evison, who associated with sellers of salves and plasters, never grew any eyeballs in his empty eye-sockets till he began to attend faith-cure meetings, where his attention was steadily urged toward the curing sunshine of the Vast, Vast Countenance ever beaming toward him. Iamblichus noted that certain men had taken on majesty and superhuman accomplishing powers from constant association with the powerful gods.

Associate with the alkahest and its remitting absoluteness is ours. Like Proculus at the king's court we bring dissolvings to pain. We associate by converse. "He that communicateth with me strengtheneth," saith the Lord of Strength. He that speaketh unto me wakeneth. He that toucheth me is cured. "To him that holdeth his conversation aright will I show salvation."

The third star was Wormwood, or the tonic of divine contagion. "Repent, for the remission, and ye shall feel the contagion," said Peter to the brethren. Repenting himself, he caught the curing contagions. "Now let signs and wonders be wrought!" he shouted. "By stretching forth thine hand, to heal, 0 God!" he said, as the curing flakes fell even upon his shadow.

"Hurt not the oil and the wine," cried the angel of the third seal. Hurt not the doctrine of denial, the cathartic oil of unburdening recognition and its speech, as, "Facing Thee, there is neither sickness nor death on my pathway." Hurt not the strengthening wine of affirmation,