perfume, curative breaths, reviving elixirs through even his garments. Did not Paul's aprons and handkerchiefs cure the sick? Did not Peter's shadow revive the faint? The Lord of life and health was their comrade. They kept high company. Not a new set of men and women came to them to show forth their unseen comradeship, but the same men and women came before them, clothed and in their right minds. "For thus saith the Lord, Behold I will extend peace ... like a river, and the glory of the Gentiles like a flowing stream." "And ye shall know that I am the Lord, when I have wrought with you for my name's sake."

"And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence. . . . And I saw the seven angels which stood before God, and to them were given seven trumpets."

The seal of man's being first stirs to opening when he silently addresses the God that standeth in the congregation of the mighty, the shining One ever in our midst; and the seven trumpets are his when he boldly speaks aloud that the Jesus Christ of man is the only reality of man. The trumpets of God are the tongues of his prophets speaking in heaven-taught moments, when no complainings or denouncements caught from sights of evil spoil the music of their tones.

In the days of the voice of the seventh angel John was told that the book he must eat, which was the Name that should teach him all things, would be sweet in his mouth but bitter in the vital centres of his being. If John had not known by the third angel's speaking, that the wormwood of mind cure was the blessed bitterness of the book, and that the seventh angel's voice was only emphasizing the former prophecy, that his influence should be as a river of mind cure if he assimilated the