Two years since, my husband was in very poor health

Two years since, my husband was in very poor health. Three of the "best physicians in the city" were called, one after another, but he continued to grow weaker, until finally confined to the bed almost wholly with nervous prostration and heart disease. Finally, in answer to our prayers, a Scientist came among us to hold a class. My husband, though sitting up but a few moments at a time, insisted that, with my help he could walk a block, take the car, and ride seven or eight blocks to the class room. I gave him all possible assistance, and we reached the house in good order. At close of class, I wished him to return via car; but he refused, saying he could walk back. This he actually did, and continued so to do throughout the entire course, improving right along. He has taken no medicine whatever, nor has he had to lie down in the daytime on account of sickness at any time since.—W. S. B., Vincennes, Ind.