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Eleanor heard a gentleman speak rather sneeringly of Christian Science. She is a very loyal little Scientist, and cannot bear to hear anyone speak against it without herself defending.

These words come to us in explanation of the following tale: "My little Son Walter is very fond of having stories read to him. There being so little in the line of Christian Science written for children, I have had to change nearly all the stories I read, to suit the occasion, and finally thought I would try and write some myself.

I would I could voice the thoughts that seek for expression this morning, as I look into the faces of the disciples of Christ, who have come from the East, the West, the North, and the South, to unite with us, in establishing "His kingdom on earth as it is in heaven. " Language is weak to convey our message, but thought, laden with realization of Life, Truth, and Love, must reach each consciousness, as I speak the welcome the Christian Scientists of New York City extend to you, our brothers and sisters in Christ.

It gives me great pleasure, in behalf of so many who are present here this morning, to kindly thank the New York Scientists for the work they have done in order that we might come up to this feast of love. They have done much for our comfort and enjoyment, and we heartily thank them for it.

"My little children, let us not love in word, neither with the tongue; but in deed and Truth. " — I John III.

Our baby, not quite three years old, stumbled and hit his head on the corner of the door. His little sister, of seven years, who was standing in the window, said: "You're all right.

A little boy quarrelled with his nurse one morning, and wouldn't be dressed. "Why, Harry!" said his mamma, coming in the room,"what is all this fuss about, dear?" "I guess," said Harry, looking ashamed, "it's 'cause error told me God wasn't omnipresent, and all wasn't harmony and peace.

Little Reggie, four years of age, while being taught to repeat the Twelve Statements of Truth, was healed of the belief of deafness, and was told he was the "perfect thought of God. " Going home that night, he went up to his papa and said: " Who am I, papa?" "Why, you are my little boy.

A little girl says she has been treating her brother for irritability and hastiness of temper. "Now whenever he gets cross, instead of its making me cross, as it used to, I am nicer than ever to him; and I think all the time, 'God is Love.

A little girl writes: "I have been having a ' time . ' One day mamma held the thought that I had a cold.