ss, to spiritual joy and
true estimate of being.

The awakening from a false sense of life, substance, and mind in matter, is
as yet imperfect; but for those lucid and enduring lessons of Love which
tend to this result, I bless God.

Mere historic incidents and personal events are frivolous and of no moment,
unless they illustrate the ethics of Truth. To this end, but only to this
end, such narrations may be admissible and advisable; but if spiritual
conclusions are separated from their premises, the _nexus_ is lost, and the
argument, with its rightful conclusions, becomes correspondingly obscure.
The human history needs to be revised, and the material record expunged.

The Gospel narratives bear brief testimony even to the life of our great
Master. His spiritual noumenon and phenomenon silenced portraiture. Writers
less wise than the apostles essayed in the Apocryphal New Testament a
legendary and traditional history of the early life of Jesus. But St. Paul
summarized the character of Jesus as the model of Christianity, in these
words: "Consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against
himself." "Who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross,
despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of
God."

It may be that the mortal life-battle still wages, and must continue till
its involved errors are vanquished by victory-bringing Science; but this
triumph will come! God is over all. He alone is our origin, aim, and being.
The real man is not of the dust, nor is he ever created through the flesh;
for his father and mother are the one Spirit, and his brethren are all the
children of one parent, the eternal good.

EMERGENCE INTO LIGHT

The trend of human life was too eventful to leave me undisturbed in the
illusion that this so-called life could be a real and abiding rest. All
things earthly must ultimately yield to the irony of fate, or else be
merged into the one infinite Love.

As these pungent lessons became clearer, they grew sterner. Previously the
cloud of mortal mind seemed to have a silver lining; but now it was not
even fringed with light. Matter was no longer spanned with its rainbow of
promise. The world was dark. The oncoming hours were indicated by no floral
dial. The senses could not prophesy sunrise or starlight.

Thus it was when the moment arrived of the heart's bridal to more spiritual
existence. When the door opened, I was waiting and watching;