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The following copy of a letter acknowledging an act of unusual courtesy explains itself:— CHRISTIAN SCIENCE PUBLISHING SOCIETY, 95 Falmouth Street. Boston, Mass.

Dear Journal: —I have always disliked the idea of being a human sponge—always absorbing, and never giving out to others except by the process of squeezing. For over two years I have read the Journal, and received great benefits, and now I want to do my part.

One morning when I took my leave from home on my regular trip and had smoked two cigars, the silent messenger came to me: "Stop smoking;" and then error asserted itself and said, "There is no harm in smoking, and you take pleasure in it, and why not allow yourself this one pleasure?" Then the thought came: "Keep count how many cigars you smoke to-day," and as I had smoked two I put into my left vest pocket ten cents, and every cigar I smoked I put into my vest pocket five cents; at the time of retiring I had just seventy-five cents, which represented fifteen cigars. "When I got up in the morning a silent voice said, "Don't smoke.

How truly did Jesus prophesy that the conditions of mortal mind should be the same at the second coming of Christ, as when the great demonstrator of Christian Science came to solve the problem,—to overcome the world, so that to all future generations he should be the Way, the Truth, and the Life. St.

It is now four years since I began to read and investigate Christian Science. My first experience with.

When I read in the October Journal the testimony entitled, "A Voice from the Old Granite State," I was aroused to a sense of my ingratitude in not giving to the Journal what Christian Science has done for me. I am sure that but for the glorious Truth as revealed through Christian Science, there would be one vacant chair in my home.

I Received a letter some time ago from my sister, and I take the liberty of sending a copy to the Journal. Before giving the letter, I want to tell something of the environments which have surrounded this person's growth in Truth.

I Came to Christian Science, in an experimental way, about a year and a half ago, with a blind hope and faith that it might in some manner relieve me from a condition of wretchedness and despair. I was seeking mental relief more than physical, and have been most marvellously repaid.

My conscience tells me that I should have written long ago, and given grateful acknowledgment for what Christian Science has done for me. For six years I was a great sufferer, trying one physician after another.

The day before setting off on my homeward journey from Boston to Washington last year, the friends with whom I was stopping said to me, "Of course you will take a Pullman, as you have a long journey before you, and will arrive late. "I replied, "No; I want to save that three dollars for my Science work, so shall go in the day coach.