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Time creates no ravage,— works no change in the true heart, save to enlarge its borders. In every noble human heart there will be an "aching void," until its earthly limits are broadened into divine boundlessness, and all the world, high and low, rich and poor, sick and sinful enter therein; then is the full glory of manhood revealed.

Dear Journal: —A few weeks before Christmas it was suggested that an offering of love and gratitude be made to the dear Mother, from First Church of Christ, Scientist, Albany, N. Y.

HAVING been reared in a Baptist Sunday School and a member of Orthodox Churches for nearly thirty-five years, conservatism entered largely into my religious life. But when what was termed Christian Science first came to my notice, about nine years ago, I desired to look into it.

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.

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.

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.

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.