In
an Eastern university a paper was recently presented in which fear was discussed and its advantages ably stated from a so-called practical standpoint.
Four
years of war, just prior to the discovery of Christian Science, had cost the American nation a half million of its noblest sons,—men who knew no fear; in fact, as brave soldiers as ever faced a cannon's mouth or dared the bayonet's thrust.
The
mortal who admits that he cannot grasp the spiritual meaning of the Christian Science text-book is not competent to explain what Christian Science is or is not.
Nowadays, if one preach anything but ceaseless lavations, he is dubbed an apostle of filth; yet Aristotle, the wisest of our race, proclaims that wisdom lies in the mean, and not in the extreme; and Bacon teaches us that we are often the slaves of a word like "filth.
While our critic in her book sets herself the task of discriminating between the truth and error of Christian Science, she admits that she does not understand what Mrs.
I look for the hour when that supreme Beauty, which ravished the souls of those Eastern men, and chiefly of those Hebrews, and through their lips spoke oracles to all time, shall speak in the West also.
