Existing systems of cure, in high favor with the clergy and dominant faculty, hold haughtily against this our invading method fortified by divine science; but, step by step, they retire.
It is pitiful and amusing, at the same time rejoicing to the thoughtful in our blessed cause, to watch the masterly tactics of the retreating generals of old Conservatism. It reminds one of the proud marches of McClellan in war time, on his way out of difficult straits his brother generals would have fought through.
The latest shot from the retreating "powers that be" at the Scientists and faith curers, is that they do nothing—their methods are lazy makeshifts. One eminent D. D. says: "The tastes, the pleasures, the health, the needs of man—these all combine in affirming toil to be the normal condition of man." Then he proceeds to a pronunciamento against the "do nothing" Scientists worthy a Boniface or Leo. No fling could have more cutting certainly to rouse rebuke in these days of labor worship than that accusation of "laziness." And the faithful Scientists, in their pleasant parlors, curing patients by the hundreds, have no time to prove by noisy refutations that the learned D. D.'s, Ph.D.'s, M. D.'s, etc., are mistaken. Their only effective return fire is their incomparble "works," pronounced by materialistic methods non est.
