It was a day in January. The desultory snow-flakes were skudding here and there and a white mantle was becoming visible on the fence tops and pine trees, and as I gazed dreamily from the window of my study I heard the church bell in the belfry of the village church peal out its glad tidings of love; and as its decadence faded away, a thought peaceful and quiet captured my soul,—it seemed as if the reverberating voice of the holy bell had told me a story—a secret of happiness and peace.
2. Redemption of the World.
And as I settled back in my broad wicker arm chair before the blazing hearth fire I said to my inner soul: "How beautiful is this moment! Can I perpetuate the sentiments which give me joy on this Sabbath day, can I delve into the laws of comfort and rest and emerge with a TROPHY TO REDEEM THE WORLD?"
3. Spirit and Matter.
The scintillating sparks in the fireplace rose up on the wings of a golden glow, paused for a moment and then I saw a flash of pure white light gleam like the star of Bethlehem. I had seen the wild, red coals changed to peaceful, redeemed souls of light.
4. A Truism of Nature an Eternal Principle.
The church bell, emblematic of religion, and the "white spark," a ubiquitous principle of the universe; visions of the superstructure of the millennium, rose up before me—religion and science hand in hand, science the fact and religion the herald or harbinger.
5. Matter Only the Wake of Spirit.
I had seen that from out the depths of the base matter come forth a substance pure and glorious. Transmutation then had proved that there is no vile, low or corrupt matter in the universe, and the idea is a relic of the ignorance inculcated in the dim vistas of the past. All matter is simply a figure sculptured by the pencil of spirit, vortices which use space as a playground, speed which holds the lines stiff and refractory against ultra intrusion.