Thou shalt not delay to offer the first of thy ripe frults.—Ex. 22: 29.
ON securing, at five o'clock one night of the first week of its issue, my first copy of this wonderful new book now given to us to hasten our advance Harmony-ward —one more stupendous proof of the noble work and selfsacrifice of its author for humanity, one more evidence that God has given her to us not merely to enrich herself but because He "so loves the world!"—having weeded out every error from between me and the Truth therein revealed, I began at the Preface and read consecutively, never stopping until half-past two the next morning, two-thirds of the way through the marvellous five hundred pages.
Before finishing "The New Birth," the last article in the first chapter only, I found that the "strong upward wing" so beautifully alluded to at close of the Preface, was no mere figure of speech, but a living reality plainly pervading the reader's entire consciousness. And the further on flew wing and reader, the stronger waxed both. The power of the dovelikeness, and dovelikeness of the power, adequately interpreted more than one passage of Scripture that night, divinely attesting: "This is my beloved son, in whom I am well pleased."
