burst forth into delectable sounds, was hard of hearing, for music has never agreed to unstop deaf ears, open the eyes of the blind and cause the lame to leap like harts. Only the Healing God has promised such lovely service. A deaf child prayed to God, and her ears were unstopped. A blind women prayed to Him, and her eyes were opened. "Therefore I will lift up mine eyes unto Thee, 0 Thou that dwellest in the heavens." "He bindeth up their wounds."

We are all walled into chambers of imagery, taught Ezekiel. Of course! Why not, if our executive sense is drawing pictures from other objectives than the Free Universal? Why not, if our attention is drawing ideas from minds in all directions set toward us with their knowledges all foolishness to Original Wisdom? How unhappy was the little Dalai Lama of Lhasa, always reflecting the minds of those who came near him, speaking the almost forgotten dialects of strangers, and reading their innermost thoughts! How could he help even dying young under the burden of so much imagery?

The greatest adept of time was Jesus of Nazareth, who drew his knowledge altogether from God. "What went ye out into the wilderness to see?" He asked, "a reed shaken with the wind?" A being standing proud and glad at beholding your favorable opinions; drooping and ashamed at your disapprovals? Whoever stood so on his own feet, independent forever of the estimates of mankind! He ignored their estimates. What he was he was, and they could not kill him with secret hatred or with open castigation. "No man taketh my life from me -- I lay it down of myself," he said. "What went ye out for to see? A prophet? yea, I say unto you, and more than a prophet." Samuel had been a great prophet. He was