I am in my seventy-ninth year. I joined the Methodist Church when I was seventeen, attended services and Sabbath School regularly, and had no doubt that the Methodists were in truth Christ's peculiar people. I never enjoyed a robust constitution, and chronic troubles kept my body in a suffering condition. After I was forty years of age I was seldom out of medicine and consulted many physicians, two specialists. They gave me no encouragement that I would ever be well, telling me that medicine would keep me more comfortable while I remained in the body.

Whenever I commenced taking a new remedy I seemed to improve, but after a little the trouble would become aggravated and I would try another doctor or different medicine. When I had reached seventy-three years of age my nervous system seemed a wreck. I could not sleep, was taking all kinds of medicine to produce sleep, yet I would be very wide awake and the more I tried not to think or be troubled the more it seemed to me the unpleasant things of life would crowd about me. Oh, the horrors of those nights those that have experienced the like only know. I could not read or hear reading, could not converse with friends, and was obliged to keep secluded. All this time I was suffering from a number of chronic complaints.

When I heard of a wonderful cure of a friend of mine through Christian Science, I at once sought to inform myself of its healing. One of its earnest workers sought me out and worked indefatigably to bring me into the Truth, but my progress was very slow. It seemed to me that I had to dig out the old thought by the roots, as it appeared to have become so a part of my being that it was impossible to accept the new without eradicating the old. It had always seemed strange to me that Christ should command his followers to heal the sick and yet not give them power to do so. I was quite sure the mistake was with us, therefore I strove to understand "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures," and also to demonstrate according to its teachings.

For five years the days have been few that I have not studied Science and Health. I have not taken or used any remedies whatever, and am remarkably well. I think I can endure as much as most women of sixty. The cases that have yielded to demonstration in healing of cuts, bruises, colds, stomach and bowel complaints, are many. Once I fell down a flight of uncarpeted stairs, stepping off backwards in the dark and bounding the whole length on my back into the room below, without any serious injury, in fact with the exception of a little soreness, I was as well as usual the next day. I had an attack of grip. I did not take to my bed, and in a few days overcame it entirely. In August, 1899, during some very hot weather on looking out I saw my nasturtium vines had blown down. The sun was under a cloud and I went out to fasten up their supports. It was more work than I expected. After a little the sun came out very hot. I reached up to drive a nail, suddenly it grew dark and sharp pains darted through my head over my eyes. I grew sick and faint; zigzag lightning flashed before my eyes. I exclaimed sun-stroke, dropped my work, and commenced to declare the Truth. I went to my room and lay down, but continued to work. I fell asleep, and when I awoke found myself much better; before night the next day the trouble was overcome.

I will mention one more case that to me was wonderful healing. Last February as the family and I were sitting in the back parlor in the evening, I noticed the room seemed dark, the light dim, and I looked at the gas burners for the cause, but as I saw nothing amiss I became interested in the conversation of the family who were discussing the life likeness of some photographs of friends. Just then they handed them to me; to my surprise I only saw some black on white, not a feature could I discern, and then the thought flashed on me, I was growing blind. Just at that moment the dinner-bell rang and I went with the rest to the dinner table where other subjects were introduced. I no sooner saw that the dimness of the light and the lack of my seeing the pictures was due to my eyes than I commenced to work in earnest. I had not a doubt that God would give me back my sight; in fact I argued that my blindness was all a delusion, that I could see and my eyes were all right for sight was spiritual and Spirit could not fail. When we returned to the parlor it was as light as usual. I took up the pictures and found my sight good. Language fails to express my thankfulness for these great blessings.

Mrs. D. F. Seaver, Blissfield, Mich.