universe. Then what and where are sin, sickness, and death?
Christian Science and Christian Scientists will, must, have a history; and if I could write the history in poor parody on Tennyson's grand verse, it would read thus: —
| Traitors to right of them, |
| M. D.'s to left of them, |
| Priestcraft in front of them, |
| Volleyed and thundered! |
| Into the jaws of hate, |
| Out through the door of Love, |
| On to the blest above, |
| Marched the one hundred. |
Extract from My First Address in The Mother Church, May 26, 1895.
Friends and Brethren: — Your Sunday Lesson, composed of Scripture and its correlative in “Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures,” has fed you. In addition, I can only bring crumbs fallen from this table of Truth, and gather up the fragments.
It has long been a question of earnest import, How shall mankind worship the most adorable, but most unadored, — and where shall begin that praise that shall never end? Beneath, above, beyond, methinks I hear the soft, sweet sigh of angels answering, “So live, that your lives attest your sincerity and resound His praise.”
Music is the harmony of being; but the music of Soul affords the only strains that thrill the chords of feeling and awaken the heart's harpstrings. Moved by mind, your many-throated organ, in imitative tones of many
