December, the queen month of the year, again greets us, crowned with victories.
December has a special charm for me, because of the glorious truths that were unfolded to me on the first Sunday of this month, in the year 1884, in Hawthorn Hall, Boston. I had received a few treatments from a Christian Scientist, and was physically more comfortable, as I had often been in using a new medicine, or from a change of climate; but no sense of permanent health had touched me, nor had I any idea that Christian Science was anything but a method of curing people without medicine.
I accepted an invitation to go and hear the Rev. Mary Baker Eddy preach, and went to the hall very indifferent as to the subject or the speaker. Every seat was taken, and I thought it would be my death to stand through the service; I was sure it would cause a relapse. There was a table in the vestibule, against which I leaned, thinking to stay but a few moments. I soon forgot myself, and when Mrs. Eddy ceased speaking, I was standing inside the hall.
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