CHAPTER IV
THE SABBATH OF RENEWAL.
"The Church bells were ringing,
The Devil sat singing
On the stump of a rotting old tree:
'Oh! faith it grows cold,
And the creeds they are old,
And the world is nigh ready for me.'
"The bells went on ringing;
A spirit came singing,
And smiled as he crumbled the tree:
'Yon wood does but perish,
New seedlings to cherish;
And the world is too live yet for thee.'"
Every now and then in History it has happened that some isolated Seer has perceived afresh the vital connection between Mosaism (in the original intention of its Founders) and the scientific doctrine of the renewal of health by rhythmic pulsation. One of the most interesting instances of such perception is the Civil Engineer Boulanger, who in the last century wrote a little volume entitled, L'Origine du Despotisme Oriental.
The work is so advanced in tone that one can hardly believe it is anything but a very clear summary of all that has been discovered since the great French Revolution, about the respective effects of fixed mental attitude in religion, and of free ventilation of religious problems. It is not, however, an after-summary, but an anticipation of modern investigations. The author believed in a Creative Unity who is perpetually reveal-
