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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. We had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way. In short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. There were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a plain face, on the throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this. Not merely combating worldly wants and concerns, but mighty messages thundered through the nation with conviction. The time produced everlasting change in the hearts and the minds of the people, who rallied together with purpose and unyielding determination to forge a path toward a more just and more equitable future for all who would come after them. They believed in progress. They believed in each other. And so they pressed on, word by word, page by page, chapter by chapter, into the great unknown that lay ahead.