At
the close of a day of steady snowfall, which the warm breath of April had, at every street crossing, quickly converted into mud of uncertain depth, the thought came: "This is Wednesday evening; surely the gathering at the dear church will be thin to-night, yet I cannot afford to stay at home.
Some
of the daily newspapers of New York and elsewhere are publishing a list of what they are pleased to call Christian Science casualties or deaths, occurring under Christian Science treatment.
As we cannot learn the mechanism of a watch by taking a telescope to pieces, so these vivisectors say, as we have learned nothing by vivisecting animals, we must have human beings to vivisect!
I have
just returned, says a correspondent of the Cleveland Plaindealer, from visiting the most remarkable church in the world, a place of worship situated seven hundred and fifty feet underground in the heart of a coal mine, and fashioned entirely with pick and shovel by hardy toilers in the fossil woods.
Dear Friend:—I know it is cheering and encouraging to know that Christian Science workers in the Field realize that the seed which is sown by placing Science and Health and the Journal in the hands of a poor, struggling mortal is bringing forth fruit.
