My very dear Teacher: At one time I had a great feeling of reticence in respect to reporting cases of healing; but as the Truth grows upon my apprehension, I feel it to be a duty to magnify God's holy name, and to declare His wonderful works,— lest, shamed by our silence, the stones cry out.
About the time our last class closed, one of the students, passing a house on her way home, heard, on more than one occasion, cries of pain, which attracted the attention of others as well as herself. On questioning a boy who stood outside, Miss—was told that the cries were from a poor sick woman, whom a number of doctors failed to cure, or even benefit. On hearing this, Miss —,overwhelmed by the conviction that this was a case for Christian Science, went to the door and offered her services, which were declined on the part of the relatives, who had never heard of Christian Science. Nothing daunted, Miss—persisted gently, but earnestly, until the matter was left to the decision of the sufferer. The poor woman eagerly grasped at the hope held out to her. She was treated at once. The fear was taken away,—and with it the pain, of course.
Miss—learned that the cause of the illness was a belief of having been thrown from a carriage, which was followed by a premature birth. Mortal mind, voiced by the physicians, declared that a portion of the placenta had not been delivered. Hence arose the beliefs of blood poisoning, of paralysis, of bed-sores in a gangrene condition, and a serious bladder-difficulty. On being turned in bed, the patient's cries distressed the neighbors greatly. These awful pictures, which I regret to present, were held up to Miss—,to show her the uselessness of attempting to heal, when several eminent physicians had failed. In the midst of this cure, however, Miss—told me she had an overwhelming sense of Divine Harmony.
