I should like to tell the Field of a beautiful proof of the power of Truth which was given to me last summer. July 14, I received a letter from my boy's house master requesting me to take him home at once, as the doctor at the college thought him seriously unwell, and also that, in his opinion, the boy ought to be taken to see a London brain specialist. I immediately sent for him, and treated constantly all day, meeting and reversing each symptom, such as violent headache, constant retching and sickness, and periods of absolute unconsciousness. The day was intensely hot and I was kept busy denying the error which incessantly queired. "Would a true mother allow a child suffering from brain trouble to travel in the middle of the day in heat like this?" But I held firmly to the fact that the lad was God's child, and to the promise that the sun should not burn him by day. At about seven o'clock he arrived at home. To mortal eyes he looked very ill, but he declared he felt perfectly well, and said he should like to dress and come down to dinner. He did so, and enjoyed a hearty meal.
Soon after this I had a sharp attack to meet from the enemy, for in the letter from the master it was particularly insisted upon that he should be very carefully watched at night. He had been in the sanitarium in charge of a nurse, and error busied itself with suggestions of having the boy in my own room, or having a bed put into his. Unconsciously I almost fell into the trap. In the old thought it would have been a positive duty to make some such arrangement, when Truth spoke out loudly and clearly, "If you watch by your son you tacitly admit the reality of all you have spent your time in denying all day. You have no power whatever to keep him from evil; but be assured that 'He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.' Go to your own room and rest."
The boy had a peaceful, beautiful night and woke up perfectly well and has continued so ever since.
