When will you take a class in Christian Science? How often shall you speak to your Church in Boston?
I shall not teach again at present and perhaps never. The date of any future class of mine must depend on the fitness of things, the tide which flows Heavenward, the hour best for the student. Until minds become less worldly-minded, and depart further from the primitives of the race, and have profited up to their present capacity from the written Word, they are not ready for the Word spoken by me at this date.
My juniors can tell others what they know, and tow them slowly toward the haven. Imperative, accumulative, sweet demands rest on my retirement from life's bustle. What then of continual recapitulation of tired aphorisms; and disappointed ethics; of patching breaches widened the next hour; of pounding wisdom and love into sounding brass; of warming marble and quenching volcanoes! Before entering the Massachusetts Metaphysical College, had my students achieved the point whence they could have derived most benefit from their pupilage, to-day there would be on earth paragons of Christianity, patterns for the world of humility, wisdom, and might. To the students whom I have not seen that ask, "May I call you mother?" my heart replies, Yes, if you are doing God's work. When born of Truth and Love we are all of one kindred.
I shall speak in the dear Church at Boston very seldom. The hour has struck for Christian Scientists to do their own work, to appreciate the signs of the times, to demonstrate self knowledge and self government, and to demonstrate as this period demands over all sin, disease, and death. The dear ones whom I would have great pleasure in instructing know that the door to my teaching was shut when my college closed.
