Letters to the Journal from our readers. Opinions expressed in this column are not necessarily those of The Christian Science Journal.

Letters & Conversations
I know you will be interested to know that my mother is well and happy . She has gained so rapidly during the past week,— it is really wonderful.
About four or five weeks ago, during my absence from home, our house was entered by burglars. Relatives, who were left in charge of the house, were confronted by a man holding a pistol, and demanding money.
It is with great pleasure I can assure you our meetings and our views are in line with Science and Health; some of us may be classed as lukewarm, but all are loyal to its teaching, so far as they understand. We belong to the farming class, and, in this sparsely settled country, perhaps, are not subjected to temptation, as in densely populated districts, where, generally, something new is constantly "on the go" to tempt the unstable.
Extracts from letters to Mary B. G.
In answer to the request that our experiences be written for the Journal, I can truly say that I know they are already written on the hearts, and in the memories of the many dear ones, to whom this blessed Truth has come with "healing in its wings," as a sacred thought; and so many times when I have attempted to put it into words, they fail me, for there is a something connected with every case of true healing, that words cannot express. Many and varied are our daily experiences in manifesting the Christ-love to human consciousness.
While on a trip through Mexico, I met a woman who told me that while she did not believe in Christian Science, she had bought Science and Health while on her way from Wisconsin (her home). When she reached M—, she met a minister from the North, whom the M.
I am most heartily in accord with the article in the May Journal on page 55, "Christian Science Publishing House. " Here is a great work to be done for the cause, and for the whole world.
Gloucester, Mass. It is written: "Let your communication be, Yea, yea; Nay, nay: for whatsoever is more than these cometh of evil.
Florence Italy. Florence is the dearest of Italian cities to me, perhaps chiefly because of the beautiful companionship I found there.
Three Home Letters First. The sermon on Sunday was the grandest Word I ever heard spoken; and how my thought went out to all the dear ones, especially two, who had seemingly refused to come with me.