My dear teacher: I have been treating a case of bronchitis, incipient consumption, catarrh, and other troubles, with good and permanent results. The death-knell of medicine is tolling. We hear its far-off sounds with joy, and not with grief. We have travelled long enough in the tangled mazes of highly cultured and superficial inconsistency. We have looked through the nucleus to the invisible corpuscle, where once we thought the germ of Life reposed, to find nothing now but the eye of the Old Serpent, luring us to eat the fruit which, as of old, would open our eyes and make us as gods. We have seen and torn down our Tower of Babel, on which hitherto we had been climbing from earth to heaven, trying to reach firm and immutable Truth from the shifting sands of belief; and now we see by the different churches,—and differing opinions of the members in each particular church,—how God has confounded the languages; for Truth will not admit of error. Lexington is wide awake to the truth of Christian Science. Hope we shall have books soon. Hoping also that I have not wearied you, I will close, —remaining, as ever, your obedient pupil,
