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"A thriving trade!" said my venerable companion; "it always has

been, and always will, for Humanity is a many-headed fool, and

loves to be 'bamboozled.' These honest folk are probably paying

for bread pellets compounded with a little soap, yet will go

home, swallow them in all good faith, and think themselves a

great deal better for them."

"And therefore," said I, "probably derive as much benefit from

them as from any drug yet discovered."

"Young man," said my companion, giving me a sharp glance, "what

do you mean?"

"Plainly, sir, that a man who believes himself cured of a disease

is surely on the high road to recovery."

"But a belief in the efficacy of that rascal's bread pellets

cannot make them anything but bread pellets."

"No," said I, "but it may effect great things with the disease."

"Young man, don't tell me that you are a believer in Faith

Healing, and such-like tomfoolery; disease is a great and

terrible reality, and must be met and overcome by a real means."

"On the contrary, sir, may it not be rather the outcome of a

preconceived idea--of a belief that has been held universally for

many ages and generations of men? I do not deny disease--who

could? but suffering and disease have been looked upon from the

earliest days as punishments wrought out upon a man for his sins.

Now, may not the haunting fear of this retributive justice be

greatly responsible for suffering and disease of all kinds, since

the mind unquestionably reacts upon the body?"

"Probably, sir, probably, but since disease is with us, how would

you propose to remedy it?"

"By disbelieving in it; by regarding it as something abnormal and

utterly foreign to the divine order of things."

"Pooh!" exclaimed my venerable companion. "Bah!--quite, quite

impracticable!"

"They say the same of 'The Sermon on the Mount,' sir," I retorted.

"Can a man, wasting away in a decline, discredit the fact that he

is dying with every breath he draws?"

"Had you, or I, or any man, the Christ-power to teach him a

disbelief in his sickness, then would he be hale and well. The

Great Physician healed all diseases thus, without the aid of

drugs, seeking only to implant in the mind of each sufferer the

knowledge that he was whole and sound--that is to say, a total

disbelief in his malady. How many times do we read the words:

'Thy faith hath made thee whole'? All He demanded of them was

faith--or, as I say, a disbelief in their disease."