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In treating a case where unusual obstinacy put in an appearance, causing feelings of discouragement to be met in my own mind , while I was battling with them the following lines suddenly came to me: In the second coming, not as the lonely lamb, Is He driven to the slaughter; But He that sitteth upon the white horse, Goeth forth conquering, And to conquer. From the thought conveyed by them a "new day" dawned in my understanding.

A Few Words Based on Experience. "Thus Saith the Lord" to Me.

Medicine is from the Latin medeor, to cure; the art of healing, preventing, curing "abnormal beliefs of the flesh. " Theology has a sound basis but departs from it.

" Christian Science   rests on proof not profession.   It is not a theory, but a demonstrative system of healing, and it must be supported by proof of its power to heal.

"The perfect creation" was beautifully voiced by a dear little four-year-old Scientist boy, after intently watching the conversation (on their hands) of two deaf-mutes. "Who made them so?" he asked; and while waiting for reply, said to himself: "God never borned them deaf; for all He made is right.

"At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven? And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them. And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

Dear Journal: —I have the little book "Rudiments and Rules of Divine Science," and I study it and love it very dearly. I read the pretty stories in this part of the Journal, and they always give me something to think about, and make me happier.

Shortly after I had studied Christian Science, and had become able to give my children a little benefit of the new and wonderful light revealed to me, I overheard them talking to some others who were wondering who and what God was. One or two said He was a "great, big man.

A little girl sat reading under a tree one morning in early spring, when she suddenly heard a great chirping overhead. Just as she looked up, a little, wee sparrow, that couldn't fly, came tumbling into her lap.

"Freedom! Give me freedom!" is the daily, constant expression of restless mortals pressing on to gain a something which they feel is for them, and which they must have, without restriction of their claim to obtain and use it. From those yet unborn into the fuller "knowledge of the Truth as it is in Jesus," as well as from those taught in Divine or Christian Science, comes too, in varying forms of intensity, the cry: "O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the bonds of this death?" To-day also, thousands are able to say: "Whereas I was sick and in bonds, now I am whole and free.