My beloved church will not receive a Message from me this summer. For my annual Message is swallowed up in sundries already given out. These crumbs and monads will feed the hungry, and the fragments gathered therefrom should waken the sleeper,—"dead in trespasses and sins"—set the captive sense free from self's sordid sequela; and one more round of old Sol give birth to the sowing of Solomon.
Pleasant View, Concord, N.H., May 11, 1903.
