and almost spy upon every scrap of his work; and that in a spirit of hard and well-nigh brutal indifference to his belief in himself as a channel of divine intervention. What else does he expect of us? What else are we here for?
Among a pile of letters and pamphlets on my table is a tract called 'New Eyes in answer to Prayer.' It gives the case of Mr. Evison, of Grimsby. He had something the matter with his eyes. At last, 'while walking out with a friend one day, I put my hand in my pocket for something, and dropped it on the ground: on stooping down to pick it up, the remaining pieces of my eyes dropped out of their sockets on to the ground. They were about the size of the kernel of a nut.' So he went to a 'Divine Healing Home,' where he was anointed with oil in the name of the Lord. Ten days later, as he was praying in his bedroom, he felt two warm fingers touch his empty sockets, and they became warm. Later, at a prayer meeting, his eyes 'came wide open,' and he saw perfectly. Next day he testified to his recovery; and, says the tract, 'When this testimony was given by Mr. Evison, there were fifty-seven cases of blindness restored in answer to prayer.'
I feel sure that the writer of this tract thought that he was telling the truth. And
