A little more than forty years ago there lived, in a small interior town of Michigan, a boy just entering his teens who for his studious conduct and close attendance at school was the favorite with his teacher, and who, when other boys of his age were at their play, preferred to pass his time either at his studies or listening to the conversation of elder persons, especially if the subject were a literary, scientific, or religious one.
Through the sash curtains of my room the light crept dimly.
Ever since a child twelve years old I have been searching for happiness.
Just at dusk one summer evening, when a dark veil or mist seemed to arise between our eyes and the setting sun, an immense pile of clouds, billowy in grace and motion, was outlined against the bluest of skies, in the south-east, touching neither the earth nor the heavens above.
A Christian Scientist residing in St.
I had been an invalid for ten years with dyspepsia and its relative claims, and finally Bright's disease and paralysis, which confined me to bed four months.
Five years ago I was healed through Christian Science.
It seemed that I had all the "ills that flesh is heir to.
I had been an invalid for twenty years and had given up all hope of ever being well.
BRAVE minds, howe'er at war, are secret friends,Their generous discord with the battle ends;In peace they wonder where dissension rose,And ask how souls so like could e'er be foes.
The attention of the Field is called to the following church rule: