With a deep sense of gratitude to God, to the Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science, and to the Christian Scientists who brought the light to my notice, I wish to add my testimony to those of many others who have been helped as I have been. After twenty years of indescribable suffering, for which I never found even temporary relief, I landed in Colorado Springs, a physical and mental wreck and unable to earn a living. In this condition I turned to the Union Printers Home, an institution maintained by the Typographical Union, of which I was a member. The physician in charge of the hospital examined me, and after leaving his office I read the report he had made of my condition, which report would permit me to enter the institution. The report read: "Pulmonary tuberculosis, consumption of the bowels, and kidney trouble." The doctor also told me that the lung trouble was well advanced in the second stage. Besides the other troubles mentioned, I was suffering terribly from nervous exhaustion, stomach and liver trouble.

In this institution I was given everything that material methods and means can provide for one in my condition. Every month I was examined by the physician in charge, but he never gave me one ray of hope. When I had been in the institution a year I remarked to the doctor that I was getting worse. He replied, "Yes, you are." When I had been in the hospital two years, I one day put a question to the chief nurse, the answer to which implied more than an answer to my question. I told her that I desired to do some writing which in my condition would require all winter. "Do you think," I asked her, "that I can live through the winter?" She smiled and said, "I hope so."

I had long ceased to be a factor in the world, and looked on people who were busy in mart and trade as children look on ships that go out to sea to distant lands which they cannot comprehend. My condition was such that no human hand could help me and no human voice could comfort me. The magnificent panorama of the Rocky mountains which can be seen from the home had become to me a hazy outline. The beautiful Colorado sky seemed nothing more than a soiled blue rag stretched over my head. The world had become so small that I felt I could leave it with little regret. What education I possessed being along the line of philosophy, necessarily no God or creed had promised me immortality, and as a result no disappointment awaited me. To me death was the end of what I wished had never begun. It was in this state of mind that I uttered my first unconscious prayer. I wrote some verses which I called "The Consumptive's Prayer," and published them in the Typographical Journal for November, 1907. My object in publishing them was to tell the many friends that I had made in the printing world good-bye. Then a remarkable thing happened!

A lady in Salt Lake City, Utah, read and answered my plaint. She wrote me that in Christian Science I would find my way out. I had often heard of Christian Science, but only as a religion, and of religions I had heard enough. No one had ever called my attention to it as a scientific discovery. I answered her letter with proper respect, but at the same time maintaining the dignity of my own opinions. In her next letter she wrote me that I had some of the usual "misconceptions" of Christian Science, which she endeavored to correct, and also sent me a copy of Science and Health. I had read but a small part of that wonderful book when I saw clearly something of which I had often before caught glimpses in my life. I wrote to the lady, telling her that I had seen the light, and implored her help. She wrote me to continue to read and that God would help me. The word God was still a little offensive to me, but I had seen by this time a new heaven and a new earth. The haze fell from the Rocky mountains, the beautiful Colorado sky came back, and I began to go down-town and talk with men who were factors in mart and trade.

When I was again examined by the doctor, he remarked that I had made a gain. The chief nurse, a very noble woman of unusual understanding, asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was studying "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mrs. Eddy. She replied: "I thought it was something like that. Stick to it. It is the only thing that will ever help you." Every month the doctor reported improvement and the nurse watched over me with a tenderness and solicitude that I will never forget. My improvement was marked and rapid, but an unfortunate incident occurred. There was much dissatisfaction in the place, and in my endeavor to be just to both the residents and the management I found myself in a very awkward position. I permitted myself to believe that my feelings had been hurt, lost my self-control, and became very angry. The chemicalization was so terrible that I could not hold the book in my hand without a sense of great disturbance. I even hated the sight of the book, but I pressed on through the Red sea and the waters parted. In this mental condition I sought the aid of a practitioner, whose patience and spiritual understanding soon quieted my fears and led me out of darkness into the light of divine Love.

Suddenly, without my being consulted, I was told by the doctor to leave the institution. I had not worked for years and did not know whether I could work or not. Moreover, this country is always full of people looking for something light to do, and as a result it is well-nigh impossible to get employment of this kind; but I concluded that as Truth had done such marvelous things for me it would continue to sustain me, and I secured work in a machine shop. I had learned the trade of machinist, but had not worked at it for about seventeen years. To my own astonishment and that of my friends I did a good day's work at manual labor and sustained it for six months. While in the machine shop I had many things to overcome, one being an indescribable attack of bowel trouble which my practitioner met alone and unaided on my part. I left the machine shop and sought work at my trade as a linotype machinist. At first I could not get work with the newspapers, as few men had ever left the hospital, after being in my condition, and made good in the printing business. However, after working extra for some months, I eventually secured a position as linotype machinist with a paper and remained in the leaded atmosphere for more than a year. I desired to prove that I could go back into the composing room and work; which I did. Tobacco, which had been my only comfort, I lost the taste for. After proving that I could take my place in the world again, I began to study and grow in the demonstration of the power that had done so much for me. My healing has been the means of bringing the peace and rest which come with the consciousness of the healing power of Truth and Love to many weary pilgrims.

Henry James Derbyshire, Colorado Springs, Col.

I have known Henry James Derbyshire since September, 1907. On my coming to the home here at that time I found him an inmate of the hospital section, and to all appearances suffering from tuberculosis in the most severe form. He left this institution in June, 1908, and under most distressing circumstances. It gives me sincere pleasure to testify to the fact that he is today a healthy and prosperous man.—John H. Ward, Colorado Springs, Col.