Pulpit and Press, by Mary Baker Eddy
Books by Mary Baker Eddy

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he New Century, Boston, February, 1895]

   We all know her - she is simply the woman of the past
with an added grace - a newer charm.  Some of her
dearest ones call her "selfish" because she thinks so much
of herself she spends her whole time helping others.  She
represents the composite beauty, sweetness, and nobility
of all those who scorn self for the sake of love and her
handmaiden duty - of all those who seek the brightness
of truth not as the moth to be destroyed thereby, but as
the lark who soars and sings to the great sun.  She is of
those who have so much to give they want no time to take,
and their name is legion.  She is as full of beautiful possibilities
as a perfect harp, and she realizes that all the harmonies
of the universe are in herself, while her own soul
plays upon magic strings the unwritten anthems of love.
She is the apostle of the true, the beautiful, the good, commissioned
to complete all that the twelve have left undone.
Hers is the mission of missions - the highest of all - to

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make the body not the prison, but the palace of the soul,
with the brain for its great white throne.
   When she comes like the south wind into the cold haunts
of sin and sorrow, her words are smiles and her smiles are
the sunlight which heals the stricken soul.  Her hand is
tender - but steel tempered with holy resolve, and as
one whom her love had glorified once said - she is soft
and gentle, but you could no more turn her from her
course than winter could stop the coming of spring.  She
has long learned with patience, and to-day she knows
many things dear to the soul far better than her teachers.
In olden times the Jews claimed to be the conservators
of the world's morals - they treated woman as a chattel,
and said that because she was created after man, she was
created solely for man.  Too many still are Jews who
never called Abraham "Father," while the Jews themselves
have long acknowledged woman as man's proper
helpmeet.  In those days women had few lawful claims
and no one to urge them.  True, there were Miriam and
Esther, but they sang and sacrificed for their people, not
for their sex.
   To-day there are ten thousand Esthers, and Miriams
by the million, who sing best by singing most for their
own sex.  They are demanding the right to help make
the laws, or at least to help enforce the laws upon
which depends the welfare of their husbands, their children,
and themselves.  Why should our selfish self longer
remain deaf to their cry?  The date is no longer B. C.
Might no longer makes right, and in this fair land at least
fear has ceased to kiss the iron heel of wrong.  Why then

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should we continue to demand woman's love and woman's
help while we recklessly promise as lover and candidate
what we never fulfil as husband and office-holder?  In
our secret heart our better self is shamed and dishonored,
and appeals from Philip drunk to Philip sober, but has
not yet the moral strength and courage to prosecute the
appeal.  But the east is rosy, and the sunlight cannot long
be delayed.  Woman must not and will not be disheartened
by a thousand denials or a million of broken pledges.
With the assurance of faith she prays, with the certainty
of inspiration she works, and with the patience of genius
she waits.  At last she is becoming "as fair as the morn,
as bright as the sun, and as terrible as an army with banners"
to those who march under the black flag of oppression
and wield the ruthless sword of injustice.
   In olden times it was the Amazons who conquered the

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