love vindicating themselves everywhere, in everything; while through all, above all, around all, and in all shine the light, life, and glory of the One Eternal, in whom are all things and by whom all things exist.

II. The power of God is infinite, and is coextensive with space and with all the other attributes of God.

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All space is powerful space. There is no such thing as a power-vacuum. Empty space is an empty phrase. There is no cubic inch of empty space in the whole universe. Take a cubic inch of space midbetween the sun and Sirius. Through that cubic inch the light and heat of Sirius pass. Let us analyze the beam by the spectroscope, and see what this means. Beginning at the ultra-red end of the spectrum, let us start with the invisible heat-waves. The longest of these we may call 3000 of an inch in length; that is, our cubic inch will contain 30,000 such waves. Omitting all delicate gradations of half-waves, quarter-waves, and so on, we will consider the next group to be those waves of which there are 30,001 to the inch, and the next 30,002, and so on. Each group of waves is present in the cubic inch at the self-same instant, and each passes through without the least interference from the other. When we arrive at 40,000 to the inch, we are well inside the visible red; and we must keep adding 40,001, 40,002, etc., to our series of waves.

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50,000 to the inch we are in the centre of the visible spectrum, and keep on adding, remembering all the while that the yellow and green waves are wholly independent of the red. At 60,000 to the inch we are in the violet, and keep on adding as before. At 70,000, 80,000, 90,000, 100,000, we obtain wavelengths in the ultra-violet, invisible chemical waves, each group being completely present in the cubic inch, and each being absolutely independent of all the rest. At last we have obtained a fair notion of the number of waves which are present in our cubic inch at the self-same instant from Sirius alone; that is, if we consider Sirius to be a simple tiny point of flame instead of being a mighty globe millions of miles in diameter, each square inch of whose surface sends forth a series of such waves. At the same instant there is present in the cubic inch a similar series of waves from every square inch of Arcturus, each wave of which does not interfere in the slightest degree with the waves of Sirius; also from Vega, Canopus, Regulus, and the six thousand stars visible to the naked eye, and the hundred million stars visible in a great telescope. Also from the innumerable planets, whose faint light no telescope is fine enough to catch, a series equal in number to those of Sirius is present at the same instant in that same cubic inch. But, how long is that instant? As light travels 186,000 miles in a second, this inconceivable series is changed into an entirely new series

twelve billion times a second. Space is empty! But this is only one set of space-relations. Through that inch the gravitating relations of Sirius with the whole universe in a straight line beyond that inch pass; and you must prolong that gravitating line to infinity for Sirius alone. Then a similar line for Arcturus, Vega, and the hundred millions of suns in our galaxy, and the billion planets, and the uncounted nebulæ, and the infinite number of atoms of star-dust. Through that inch all this passes simultaneously; and at every instant a different line is drawn, as each of these trillions of objects moves on its destined course. Each change in a star quintillions of miles away is instantly, without any time interval whatever, reported in that inch, so that the movement of the whole universe incessantly registers itself inside that inch. If an archangel, after millions of years of study, could thoroughly know what goes on in that inch, we might say that he knew the universe.

The exactness of God is in that inch. Not a single one of this infinite number of results registers itself there wrongly, either as to quality or quantity.

The economy of God is in that inch,-not one vibration lost; not a single wave that does not produce its full effect; not an ounce of gravitation wasted.

The beauty of God registers itself in that inch. Apply, in imagination, a microscope magnifying

trillions of diameters to that inch. Imagine each light-wave illumined, each with its appropriate color; each mingling with every other, with infinite perfection of shape and curve; each running through each, without displacement, confusion, injury, or loss; and, if the watching of sunlight or moonlight in its play upon the countless waves of lake or ocean be indescribably beautiful, what would such a sight as this be? The beauty of God is infinite, and is coextensive with space.

The love of God is in that inch. To whose eyes do these light-waves bring messages of cheer? To whose heart does day utter speech? To whose mind doth night show knowledge? Who inhabit the worlds that gravitation holds together? In a word, for whose sake is all this done? Out of the infinite number of acts of power that pass through that inch (and in that inch we may well say that the whole universe registers itself at each moment), not a single one can be detected which is for the benefit or advantage of God. All, without exception, are acts of bounty to His finite children. The love of God is infinite, and is coextensive with space. The devout medieval man knelt in awestruck ecstasy before the throne of God. Around that throne the archangels stood, rank above rank. Around that throne wheeled the host of suns and stars. From thence, through the realms of space, flew thick and fast the arrows of His will.

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thence He ordered all things in heaven and earth; and yet not Saint Bernard himself, in highest rapture of devotion, could conceive, as sitting on that throne, as much power, wisdom, beauty, and benignity as dwells in one single inch of space.

III. The exactness of God is infinite, and is coextensive with space and all the other attributes of God.

The archangel Mathesis forever stands at the right hand of the throne of God. She claims it, not simply as her right, but as her duty, to calculate all of His wondrous ways that are calculable. Reverently, with folded wings, but firmly, standing on her feet, and looking with undazzled eye into the very blaze of the everlasting glory, on tablets of steel, with pen of adamant, she forecasts the results of the exactness of God. She claims as her own every motion, thrill, and throb of every atom of matter in the universe. She foretells the fated course of the stars. She predicts the result of every heave of the mighty forces imprisoned in the bosoms of all worlds. No quiver of a leaf, no sparkle of a wave, no gleam of color in the tiniest flower, no throb of sunlight, moonlight, starlight, escapes her. Every bone, muscle, nerve, blood-corpuscle, every hair-tip, every invisible molecular change in every plant and animal, pays tribute to her. No blush of a maiden's cheek, no thought in a sage's brain, no thrill of inspiration in a prophet's heart, no ecstasy of worship