Some one has said that "physical healing is the index finger pointing to Christian Science;" and truly it was so in my case. Fifteen years ago, through the urgent request of my mother, who had witnessed a case of healing while visiting in Springfield, Mass., I was led to try Christian Science. From a child I had been considered delicate. I was nearly always under the care of a physician; but instead of improvement. I was confronted by disappointement, and rapidly fading away. Nervous prostration, rheumatic gout, and neuralgia, were some of the chains that manacled me.
A doctor in New York, who treats all alike with hot water and a limited diet, was my last physician. Under his treatment I lost thirty pounds in a short time, had to be carried upstairs, and seemingly was near the end. When enshrouded in such darkness, Christian Science was urged, and without hope or expectancy I turned to it. After one week's treatment, the improvement was manifest, and in three months' time I was healed.
I enclose a copy of a letter received recently from an aunt in North Dakota, whom I met once many years ago.
