Dear Journal:—"Our still rapture under the influence of autumn sunsets, or pillared vistas, or calm, majestic statues, or Beethoven symphonies, all bring with them the consciousness that they are mere waves and ripples in an unfathomable ocean of love and beauty; our emotion in its keenest moment passes from expression into silence; our love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery."
These beautiful thoughts from George Eliot portray, in a measure, the feelings experienced by the writer when she attempts to voice the deep sense of gratitude for the glimpse that has been afforded her into the glorious Shrine of Spirit—a glimpse redolent with celestial sunshine, beauty, intelligence, power, Love and Truth. With head bowed in reverence to Christian Science, and heart filled with love for its noble Founder, she offers the accompanying tribute to the Journal—prolific source of inspiration with its convincing, comforting testimonies of the strength of Divinity, with the sweet assurance of Jesus, "The works that I do, ye shall do also" exemplified.
It is less than a year since the writer was first introduced into the domain of Mind through Science and Health, yet during that time she has witnessed almost daily proofs of divine Power through demonstrations in her family. Yes, she has seen, by the understanding that God is All, crushed members of the body almost instantaneously healed, blood from gaping wounds instantly staunched, rheumatic swellings reduced and pain wholly relieved, toothaches, headaches and heartaches soothed, tranquilized; chronic, so-called, organic affections forced back into their native nihility. contagious diseases neutralized in the laboratory of the Great Alchemist, and still more, she has seen, as in her own case, a spiritual mendicant, an agnostic, converted into an enthusiastic proselyte to Christian Science — an awakening from the incubus of materiality to a higher consciousness of the supernal verities of Being.
