For about fourteen years I suffered from attacks of headache, lumbago, rheumatism, bronchial pneumonia, and pleural pneumonia, complicated with yellow jaundice and symptoms of typhoid fever, followed by dyspepsia, then acute pneumonia, the after effects being boils and abscesses, which the attending doctor named farinaceous growths. I was under special medical treatment for nine months, still with faith in God and hoping some day to be better. I was operated on five times in the nine months. My constant prayer was to be able to work for my wife and our children. For a few months these growths were fewer, but more painful; then I had an attack of acute bronchitis. The doctor gave me little hope. Tuberculosis had set in, and I was advised to go to a sanitarium. I went home dreading to tell my wife, as she lived in more fear of this disease than of any other. It took five doctors to convince her I had the disease. Then she declared there was no just God, to allow such suffering, when we had always tried to do what was right. She lost all faith in doctors, also in God, and said she would never pray again.

It was this discouragement of my wife that made me pray more than ever for God to release me from this sickness. I shall ever remember the day I went to say good-by to my workmates. One man, in particular, told me it would not be necessary to go to a sanitarium, if I knew the truth. He lent me two copies of the Christian Science Sentinel to take with me to read. I had been in the sanitarium about a fortnight when I received the Christian Science textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy. I thank God for that day. On reading the first page of the chapter on Prayer, I understood that if all things were possible to God, then all our prayers for good could be answered. Here is where I received instantaneous healing. My faith was strong enough to believe; and from that day I started helping at the sanitarium. Until my allotted time, according to arrangement, was up, I did assistant porter's work. I had only two boils afterward, and without any pain.

My next experience was changing work, in order to be nearer home and to earn more wages, so that I could help to make good what we owed, as a result of small earnings and all those years of sickness. Here, again, my wife was afraid that if I left the old firm, my new employer would not be so lenient if I should be ill again. But I was able to declare and understand that what God doeth is forever. So, together, we decided that this change must be God's way of helping us. I took the new work, and also worked underground attending coke boilers for twelve months, seven days weekly, twelve hours a day. What joy it was to know that my strength was in God! A health visitor, calling monthly to inquire about me, said that I should not be working in the midst of sulphur fumes; and he was always surprised to find me well.

It was just five years in March, 1922, since I first heard of Christian Science. I have been absent from work only one day owing to sickness. That was in November, 1918, when the epidemic of influenza was raging. I am grateful to say that whereas other men were away for several weeks, I was back at work the next day. Then in August, 1920, I had to meet what seemed unjust treatment at work; but by realizing that one divine idea cannot harm another, and that I must not fear being out of work, because there is only one true business,—that is, to reflect God,—and that my wife and family did not rely on me, but on God, conditions altered. As I was leaving, there was work waiting for me.

Words can never express the gratitude I feel toward Mrs. Eddy; only works can prove my gratitude. I am also grateful to all Christian Science friends who have helped me to see that God is the source of all supply.

Fred Relton, Bradford, Yorkshire, England.

I wish to verify my husband's statements, and to add a little more. At the time of my husband's healing I was suffering from paralysis of the left side. I had undergone an operation. I was unable to attend to my household duties, as I would suddenly collapse. To all this was added worry, for I had always had to take in work to help provide food for my children and extra nourishment for my sick husband. I was at this stage when my husband was ordered to a sanitarium. Then came another trial. I had always feared to ask for help, but I had to apply for poor-law relief; and again I felt rebellious. I really thought God had forsaken us.

But my husband was faithful, and prayed and hoped for a brighter future. And he was rewarded, as his testimony proves! But I was still heartsick and weary. My husband then explained that Mrs. Eddy's book was indeed a "key" to the Scriptures, and that through its teaching we could really claim the promises of God. I began to hope again for his sake; but I felt doubtful as to trusting myself and the children to God.

At my husband's request, I began to read the textbook. Yes; and I thought I would never cease. I read to page 300 of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" without a break. During the months that followed I found Christian Science to be just what I had been searching for all my life, a religion of love. Christian Science teaches that God did not create sickness and worries; therefore, He could not send them to us whether we did right or not. I began to improve, but slowly. Why? Because, unknowingly, I was hugging wrong thoughts. I asked a Christian Scientist for help; and her loving rebuke caused me to think more earnestly and sincerely. I again asked for help, as I seemed to be losing the use of my left side. I could not go up or down stairs. By the practitioner's firm holding to the truth for me, I began to see the truth clearer than ever before. The children romped in happily from Sunday school. I questioned them as to what they had learned. One child repeated this: "I am God's perfect child, and no evil can harm God's perfect child." How beautiful! I asked her to say it over and over again. That instant I forgot all but God. On reaching home that evening after church I ascended three flights of stairs quite naturally; and my healing is now complete. For five years our only medicine has been divine Mind.

I have seven young children, all happy and healthy. Not one of the seven knows medicine, although we have had measles, whooping cough, croup, influenza, chilblains, accidents. One had a severe scald, all signs of which were gone in two hours. Another child, falling from a high chair, was picked up unconscious and was very ill for six hours. Then I asked for help in Science, as the child's head and shoulders were swollen and stiff. Two hours after an absent treatment, the child went with a message to the practitioner.

For all these healings and blessings, I am truly grateful. Without Christian Science my life would not have been worth living. My gratitude to God and to Mrs. Eddy must be expressed in living what I understand.—(Mrs.)Emma J. Relton, Bradford, Yorkshire, England.