Here is a little demonstration made by a child which I thought other children might enjoy, so I send it, knowing it must carry a blessing with it.
A few nights ago my little seven-year-old grandson, who lives with me, seemed restless and excitedly talked in his sleep, as though in great trouble and uneasiness. For a time this kept up,—perhaps for an hour. Then I declared "man's harmony is no more to be invaded than the rhythm of the universe" (Retrospection and Introspection, p. 84), and he was sleeping peacefully in a few minutes.
In the morning I said, "What was mortal mind trying to talk to you about last night?" He said, "I had a dreadful dream, grandma. I thought a fierce goat was prodding me with its horns; everywhere I went it would follow and stick its horns into me; I thought it was going to kill me. Then all at once I thought, in my dream, God is All, there is nothing that has any power to hurt me. said over and over and over, 'God is all! God is all!' Then I wakened and was so glad it was only a dream, and I turned over and went to sleep and did not dream any more."
