Article July 25, 1903 Issue

"Canst Thou not Minister to a Mind Diseas'd?"

ROLLIN E. SMITH

Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?

In the foregoing lines, Shakespeare, that great anlyzer of human weaknesses, has indicated that in his opinion a trouble of the mind is beyond the reach of material aid, and when one sees how successful Christian Science treatment is in ministering to minds diseased, one can but compare the different methods that are employed in healing. A testimony, one of the most beautiful I had ever heard, recently given at a Wednesday evening meeting, brings this out strongly. The speaker told of a young girl who, from some great shock, had entirely lost the power of speech. She could not articulate a word, nor even whisper. The physician who was called acknowledged that he could do nothing, but gave the sufferer some hope by saying that time might remedy the difficulty. But the weeks went by without relief. Other doctors were consulted, and the months passed on without bringing the desired help. Then specialists, as "expert" after "expert" was heard of, were visited. Thus hope was kept alive until months passed into years, but always with the same melancholy result. Finally, hope was abandoned, and by the time ten years had passed, a settled sadness and melancholy had taken full hold of the sufferer, now a woman. Nothing further could be done, as far as she and her family knew, for the most celebrated specialists had proved their inability to bring back her voice. The inevitable was accepted, and no further attempt at restoration was thought of.

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