Musical vibrations are full of healing power. Their effect upon mind and body soothing and vitalizing beyond description, and producing every emotion of which we are capable. It is the key that will unlock for us the deep secrets of the universe. Its universal language enables the composer to reveal his thoughts to an audience, by notes, tones, rhythms, cadences, which are but different rates of vibration. As he describes a storm, the wind wails through the trees, the branches sway, the rain patters on the leaves. Then the rush of the storm, the pealing thunder, the flash of lightnings, the rush and downpour of angry waters. Then comes the lull, the dying away, the burst of sunlight, the birds singing their songs of joy. We see and hear it all. It is a painting. It is a symphony. It is vibration. Carlisle says, “All deep things are songs; see deep enough and you see music. The heart of nature breathes everywhere music if you can only reach it.” This love force or vibration, great in volume, is like a great white light whose radiant energy absorbs and burns up all its opponents, such as hatred, dislike, malice, uncharitableness, etc., just as the sun in the solar system absorbs all cosmic matter (vibrations) that comes within its radius. This cosmic matter furnishing the combustion necessary to continue the radiant energy, which for us means continued existence. The maiden in her fresh and glorious beauty, with rosebud tinted cheeks, the aureole of the sun crowning her hair, her form swaying with graceful mien, bursts like an apparition on the youth, and the refulgence of her beauty dazzles him like the sunlight and blinds him to all else. While these intense love vibrations continue he has no eyes, no ears for aught save her. He exalts her in poem and in song. He “protests” like Romeo and she like Juliet “doubts” and “doubts,” these very doubts calling forth more prolerlations. The vibrations called love produce a condition, an emotion, akin to hysteria. Indeed the brain once attuned to its vibration becomes obsessed and all sorts of vagaries are evolved amounting to madness or insanity. The brain being attuned by some dominant thought immediately assumes telepathic conditions. It becomes as we say enrapport with this or that class of thought deposited in the reservoirs of the universe. Music is the language of love. Listening to some forgotten note or song, what is called memory is established, and thoughts are awakened we deemed were long dead. They speak to us in no uncertain or unfamiliar tones, and many a lover’s quarrel of long standing has been healed by this sacrament of music.