We have heard an amusing but altogether authentic tale of a very wealthy and pious lady who cautioned a friend not to have anything to do with "Christian Science," not because it was a system of quackery and delusion, but because it had the word "science" in its designation. "I confess, dear," she said most earnestly, "I don't like that word 'science.'" Can such things be, amid the blaze of Nineteenth century enlightment?
Yes, they can be and are. Not often perhaps do we hear the naive confession, "I don't like that word science," but proofs abound that multitudes of presumably educated people, many of them living in luxury made possible only by scientific invention, dislike both the name and the thing. They dislike the exactness of science, dim as their apprehension of it may be; they dislike its methods; they dislike the standand it sets up—truth, conformity to fact, without regard to previously established opinions.
The apostle of truth who preaches severe doctrine in the wilderness is not to their liking; give them one clad in soft raiment who preaches comfortable doctrine in a richly upholstered church.—Popular Science Monthly
