Perchance some one of you may say, “The evidence of spiritual verity in me is so small that I am afraid.  I feel so far from victory over the flesh that to reach out for a present realization of my hope savors of temerity.  Because of my own unfitness for such a spiritual animus my strength is naught, and my faith fails.”  O thou “weak and infirm of purpose.”  Jesus said, “Be not afraid.”

  “What if the little rain should say,
    ’So small a drop as I
  Can ne’er refresh a drooping earth,
    I’ll tarry in the sky.’”

Is not a man metaphysically and mathematically number one, a unit, and therefore whole number, governed and protected by his divine Principle, God?  You have simply to preserve a scientific, positive sense of unity with your divine Source and daily demonstrate this.  Then you will find that one is as important a factor as duodecillions in being and doing right, and thus demonstrating deific Principle.  A dewdrop reflects the sun.  Each of Christ’s little ones reflects the infinite One, and therefore is the seer’s declaration true, that “one with God is a majority.”

A single drop of water may help to hide the stars, or crown the tree with blossoms.

Who lives in Good, lives also in God,—­lives in all Life, through all space.  His is an individual kingdom, his diadem a crown of crowns.  His existence is deathless, forever unfolding its eternal Principle.  Wait patiently on illimitable Love, the lord and giver of Life. Reflect this Life, and with it cometh the full power of Being.  “They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house.”

In 1893 the World’s Parliament of Religions, held in Chicago, used, in all its public sessions, my form of prayer since 1866; and one of the very clergymen who had publicly proclaimed me “the prayerless Mrs. Eddy,” offered his audible adoration in the words I use, besides listening to an address on Christian Science from my pen, read by Judge S.J.  Hanna, in that unique assembly.

When the light of one friendship after another passes from earth to heaven, we kindle in place thereof the glow of some deathless reality.  Memory, faithful to goodness, holds in her secret chambers those characters of holiest sort, bravest to endure, firmest to suffer, soonest to renounce.  Such was the founder of the Concord School of Philosophy—­the late A. Bronson Alcott.

After the publication of science and health with key to the scriptures, his athletic mind, scholarly and serene, was the first to bedew my hope with a drop of humanity.  When the press and pulpit cannonaded this book, he 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.