introduced himself to its author by saying, "I have come
to comfort you." Then eloquently paraphrasing it, and
prophesying its prosperity, his conversation with a beauty
all its own reassured me. That prophecy is fulfilled.
This book, in 1895, is in its ninety-first edition of one
thousand copies. It is in the public libraries of the principal
cities, colleges, and universities of America; also
the same in Great Britain, France, Germany, Russia,
Italy, Greece, Japan, India, and China; in the Oxford
University and the Victoria Institute, England; in the
Academy of Greece, and the Vatican at Rome.
This book is the leaven fermenting religion; it is
palpably working in the sermons, Sunday Schools, and
literature of our and other lands. This spiritual chemicalization
is the upheaval produced when Truth is neutralizing
error and impurities are passing off. And it will
continue till the antithesis of Christianity, engendering the
limited forms of a national or tyrannical religion, yields to
the church established by the Nazarene Prophet and maintained
on the spiritual foundation of Christ's healing.
Good, the Anglo-Saxon term for God, unites Science to
Christianity. It presents to the understanding, not matter,
but Mind; not the deified drug, but the goodness of God -
healing and saving mankind.
The author of "Marriage of the Lamb," who made the
mistake of thinking she caught her notions from my book,
wrote to me in 1894, "Six months ago your book, Science
and Health, was put into my hands. I had not read three
pages before I realized I had found that for which I had
hungered since girlhood, and was healed instantaneously
of an ailment of seven years' standing. I cast from me the
false remedy I had vainly used, and turned to the 'great
Physician.' I went with my husband, a missionary to
China, in 1884. He went out under the auspices of the
Methodist Episcopal Church. I feel the truth is leading
us to return to Japan."
Another brilliant enunciator, seeker, and servant of
Truth, the Rev. William R. Alger of Boston, signalled
me kindly as my lone bark rose and fell and rode the rough
sea. At a conversazione in Boston, he said, "You may
find in Mrs. Eddy's metaphysical teachings more than is
dreamt of in your philosophy."
Also that renowned apostle of anti-slavery, Wendell
Phillips, the native course of whose mind never swerved
from the chariot-paths of justice, speaking of my work,
said: "Had I young blood in my veins, I would help that
I love Boston, and especially the laws of the State whereof
this city is the capital. To-day, as of yore, her laws
have befriended progress.
Yet when I recall the past, - how the gospel of healing
was simultaneously praised and persecuted in Boston, -
and remember also that God is just, I wonder whether,
were our dear Master in our New England metropolis at
this hour, he would not weep over it, as he wept over
Jerusalem! O ye tears! Not in vain did ye flow. Those
sacred drops were but enshrined for future use, and God
has now unsealed their receptacle with His outstretched
arm. Those crystal globes made morals for mankind.
They will rise with joy, and with power to wash away, in
floods of forgiveness, every crime, even when mistakenly
committed in the name of religion.
An unjust, unmerciful, and oppressive priesthood must
perish, for false prophets in the present as in the past
stumble onward to their doom; while their tabernacles
crumble with dry rot. "God is not mocked," and "the