New York, Feb. 23, 1889.—I came home from a business trip...

New York, Feb. 23, 1889.—I came home from a business trip in January all broken up, with scarcely any appetite, a very bad cough, and with hardly strength enough to walk; when I left the office I left word that I had gone home sick and would not be back until I was better. Then I started to have a Scientist in Brooklyn treat me for my troubles. While crossing the bridge on my way back I realized that I was feeling much better and stronger, and when I arrived in New York, instead of going home sick, I finished my day's work (calling on several customers) and have not lost one hour's work on account of sickness since. After a few more treatments I was entirely well. One day I told this Scientist that I had been unable to smell anything for two or three weeks from catarrh; she gave me a treatment for it, and so on my return to the office I knew that some one in the building was using an oil stove for I smelled it. Since that time odors both good and bad have been as real to me as they ever were. With the best of wishes for your success in the Master's work. H. H. B.