Is it the Christian Scientists' "scare," or is it something to be seriously considered and crushed in the bud?
Without commenting pro or con upon the subject, I will relate an experience of my own, which, if explainable on any other hypothesis I would gladly be informed.
I had safely and delightedly closed a course of instruction under Mrs. Eddy, at the Mass. Metaphysical College, Boston. All enthusiasm and hope, I set forth on my mission as a healer, but had hardly taken my first case when an unaccountable fear of my teacher took possession of me. Why was it? She had ever shown me the kindliest attentions, and certainly, no mother could have discovered the characteristics and capabilities of her child more correctly than she had mine, or more gently led her along an untried way than in her wisdom she endeavored to lead me. But all to no purpose,—the fear of her continued, and developed further, into a fear of everybody else; further still, —into fear of the very sunlight; for I dreaded each morning, bringing with it the memory that I was a "scientist."
