Persuaded by a friend to place myself for treatment under the care of a Christian Scientist, my mind was called to the claims of Metaphysics.
The interchange of thought and opinion together with the reading of "Science and Health'' awakened a deep interest in the subject.
Having for years followed in the footsteps of my fathers, receiving the usual Christian training of New England Puritanism, the effect was to make me morbidly conscientious; and while I have reason to thank God for His guiding hand in leading me to an acceptance of Himself as the only Saviour, still my thought of Him was as a personal God, who could not look upon sin with the least allowance, and consequently my mind could not find peace for any length of time. The constant cry of my soul was for more light, —for assurance. It seems to me that I am as a pilgrim, travelling though this world in search of rest. All along the devious way by which I have thus far come, glimpses of the glory to be revealed have occasionally been granted. Sometimes my weary feet have brought me to the brink of the river, which flows from " the City of God," and I have been refreshed by its life-giving waters. While in some deep valley of humiliation and despondence the hope that from the summit of the next hill I may see my desired haven, has served to keep my heart from failing, and encouraged me to toil on.