As my mother came from a noble Spanish family and my father was a member of the religious society of Friends, the religious atmosphere of our home was anything but harmonious. I was never allowed to attend Sunday school or go to church; and, indeed, my parents very seldom went either. When I grew up, being very gay and fond of pleasure, I was not at all attracted by my father's, to me, severe religious views, and I became a member of the Episcopal church, of which my mother had also become a member. I did not understand its teachings, and a few years later found that I did not believe them; so I left the church. About this time my elder brother began the study of medicine. I was deeply interested in the things he told me, and turned to the material sciences, in which I had always been much interested, for the truth which I believed was to be found there. I did not believe in the Bible, or in God, but in a mysterious and unknown force which ruled the universe.

Then there came an experience which changed the whole course of our lives. My younger brother was taken suddenly very ill with tuberculosis, which we believed to be inherited; and although he left home at once and went West with my elder brother, who had given up his college course to go with him, he passed on in a few months' time. We were all stunned by this blow; and then it was that, ill and wretchedly unhappy, my elder brother and I floundered around mentally in earnest. He did not return to college; and he and I tried everything, from spiritualism and theosophy to new-thought, but found that we did not like or believe in any of them.

About this time a lady whom I had accidentally met lent me a copy of "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" by Mary Baker Eddy, and we started to read it. We literally fought our way through the book, and finally found it to contain the truth for which we had been seeking so long. When we came to this conclusion, I went to see a practitioner and had Christian Science treatment, of which I was in great need. I had been an invalid for years, never knowing what it was to feel well and strong, and had been under the care of doctors and specialists, my father having spent hundreds of dollars on me with no lasting benefit; and I had been pronounced incurable. When I learned that a kind and loving God was my Father, I was freed from hereditary tuberculosis and gallstones, two diseases from which many of my father's family had passed on. I was also healed of the fear of climate, caused by my having been told that I could never be well in the East.

I had suffered from an incurable disease of the throat (the name of which I have forgotten), and never knew what it was to be without a sore throat. At times this condition was very severe, when my throat would become ulcerated, especially during fog and melting snow, and in damp weather generally, and I would be confined to my bed for days. The first attack I had after having Christian Science treatment was during a very heavy thaw in mid—winter; and when I asked for help, the practitioner told me to come to see her. Her office was about two miles from my home, and I had to walk the whole way in the slush and ice. I suppose I was very fearful, as before coming into Christian Science if I had gone out in such weather I would have been ill for weeks in consequence. However, I obeyed and went, and walked home again; and while the condition was not healed, I certainly felt no worse for the trip. That night, upon retiring, I thought I should like to close the shutters of the window I had intended to leave open, as it was raining hard and the rain might come into the room during the night. At first I thought I would ask a member of my family to do this for me, as I feared to do it for myself; and then the words which the practitioner had said that afternoon came to me very clearly: "There is no atmosphere but the atmosphere of Spirit, which is Love." With this thought I not only opened the window in order to adjust the shutters, but put my head out as well; and the sore throat vanished into its native nothingness, and I never have had a return of this trouble.

I have been healed of a great dislike for the Bible, and have learned to love it and the beautiful truths it contains. From being a great invalid and spending fully two thirds of my time in bed, I have become well and strong; and during the past fifteen years have never spent a single day in bed. One of the blessings for which I am most grateful is that of learning to know what it means to love my fellow-men. I used to be very critical. I had what I considered to be a very high standard, which I expected all to measure up to; and if they fell short of it, I was most unkind and critical in my judgment of them. I have learned what a false standard that was, and what the great truth is regarding my brotherman.

I cannot begin to express my gratitude for all that Christian Science has done and is doing for me. I am trying to live its teachings better, and to be more kind and loving to every one. A dear friend and practitioner once said to me, "You never can be half loving enough;" and I hope I shall never forget this. I am most grateful to the kind practitioners who have so lovingly helped me; for class instruction; for membership in The Mother Church and in a branch church; and for the privilege of helping in the church work. I am deeply grateful for our periodicals and to our dear Leader, Mary Baker Eddy, for all she has done and is doing for mankind. It has also been my privilege at times to help others, for which I am truly grateful; for our deepest joy is in bringing this blessed truth to some one else. I have had many problems to solve, some of them involving the learning of severe lessons, but I am grateful for them all, and have learned, as Mrs. Eddy says on page 569 of Science and Health, that "every mortal at some period, here or hereafter, must grapple with and overcome the mortal belief in a power opposed to God."—(Miss) Dolores R. Dem. Hunn, Plainfield, New Jersey.