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Dear Journal: —Not long ago I was seated in a street car, and a young business man came in and sank down in the seat near me, saying to his companion: "So tired, so tired!" As these words broke in; upon my thought, much pre-occupied with the Science work, I involuntarily said to myself: What does that mean?—tired! In answer to that question I remembered how, not many years ago, I too dreamed dreams of fatigue and weakness which to my sense then were anything but dreams, and how the blessed light of Christian Science had dispelled so many of those shadows, and my thought was welling over with gratitude for its gentle," spiritual touch. Think of it! health a spiritual fact, never to be touched by weariness, weakness, or pain! Oh, to learn to drink deeply of that well-spring! This morning as the new year, 1897, dawns upon me, I feel as if I must express through the pages of the Journal our beloved Mother has given us, my gratitude for the light of Christian Science.

FROM childhood, for eighteen years, I was subject to severe chronic attacks of suffering in my head, recurring every week or two, "which kept me in a darkened room days at a time, and made the slightest noise a torture. During that time, I was under the care of not less than fifteen of the best physicians, including some noted specialists, each assigning a different cause, and none able to give more than the merest temporary relief.

Dear Journal: — My little daughter when three years of age injured her left knee, and was a great sufferer at intervals with it, up to the age of seven years. At this time she became helpless.

HAVING read in the October Journal our Mother's loving message to her students, and to us also, her students' students, that we should write more for the Journal , so that others might be benefited by our testimonies, I will try to obey. About twenty-one years ago my health began to fail, and for eighteen years I suffered as only those can know who have experienced suffering.

One year ago last July, at the close of our school year (I have been a teacher in the public schools of Omaha, Neb. , for the past ten years), I felt friendless and alone.

The Christian Scientists of this city and surrounding towns met in the Tootle Theatre on Sunday and Monday with a large attendance, it being the occasion of the quarterly communion service and meeting of the St. Joseph Students' Christian Science Association.

The following are the demonstrations of children of Berlin, Ontario: — Dean, four years old, dropped his "candy buzzer" out of the car window. His face made up for a good hard cry.

COMPLYING with the request of some that know my case, and in the hope of liberating "pot-bound" theologians particularly, it affords considerable pleasure to record what made me a Christian Scientist. I say "made me" advisedly, for it is not I that have taken hold of Christian Science, but Christian Science has taken hold of me! As when fishing in the beautiful river of my native Stratford-on-Avon, our English bream, by its splashing and squirming, would give unmistakable demonstrations that it was "hooked;" so the effect of the attempts to get Christian Science up  to my theology continued to chemicalize me, until able to appropriate Caesar's last words as my first words in Christian Science, viz.

The opening services at the new quarters of Church of Christ, Scientist, were held yesterday morning. The building was formerly occupied by the St.

Watch ye therefore, and pray always, that ye may be accounted worthy to escape all these things that shall come to pass, and to stand before the Son of man. — Luke 21:36.