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From the June 1893 issue of The Christian Science Journal

THREE years last month I went to a Christian Scientist with the hope that I might get strength enough to enable me to get to my sister's home in the east to die, as I had no expectation of being cured or having my life prolonged for any length of time. I had been told to prepare to die, and while it was a hard saying to me, I accepted it as inevitable.