ABSTRACT
Eleven a.m. on the following Sunday found our two friends among a number of other visitors admitted by card, looking down from the gallery in the spacious church. The service commenced as usual with the choir chanting in the original Greek the opening verses of the Johannic gospel, which contain in wonderfully few words the whole doctrine of transcendent philosophy, that is, the unreality of matter. This was followed by the regular special psalms, also in the original Hebrew of David; next came the extempore sermon. Not to weary the reader, we shall give only the finishing sentences.
