1.  No Reader can be appointed to any Church in the Christian Science world without her express approval.

2.  She can summarily expel from his or her place any Reader, at home or abroad, by a mere letter of dismissal, over her signature, and without furnishing any reason for it, to either the congregation or the Reader.

Thus she has as absolute control over all Branch Churches as she has over the Supreme Church.  This power exceeds the Pope’s.

In simple truth, she is the only absolute sovereign in all Christendom.  The authority of the other sovereigns has limits, hers has none, none whatever.  And her yoke does not fret, does not offend.  Many of the subjects of the other monarchs feel their yoke, and are restive under it; their loyalty is insincere.  It is not so with this one’s human property; their loyalty is genuine, earnest, sincere, enthusiastic.  The sentiment which they feel for her is one which goes out in sheer perfection to no other occupant of a throne; for it is love, pure from doubt, envy, exaction, fault-seeking, a love whose sun has no spot—­that form of love, strong, great, uplifting, limitless, whose vast proportions are compassable by no word but one, the prodigious word, Worship.  And it is not as a human being that her subjects worship her, but as a supernatural one, a divine one, one who has comradeship with God, and speaks by His voice.

Mrs. Eddy has herself created all these personal grandeurs and autocracies—­with others which I have not (in this article) mentioned.  They place her upon an Alpine solitude and supremacy of power and spectacular show not hitherto attained by any other self-seeking enslaver disguised in the Christian name, and they persuade me that, although she may regard “self-deification as blasphemous,” she is as fond of it as I am of pie.

She knows about “Our Mother’s Room” in the Supreme Church in Boston —­above referred to—­for she has been in it.  In a recently published North American Review article, I quoted a lady as saying Mrs. Eddy’s portrait could be seen there in a shrine, lit by always-burning lights, and that C.S. disciples came and worshiped it.  That remark hurt the feelings of more than one Scientist.  They said it was not true, and asked me to correct it.  I comply with pleasure.  Whether the portrait was there four years ago or not, it is not there now, for I have inquired.  The only object in the shrine now, and lit by electrics—­and worshiped—­is an oil-portrait of the horse-hair chair Mrs. Eddy used to sit in when she was writing Science and Health!  It seems to me that adulation has struck bottom, here.

Mrs. Eddy knows about that.  She has been there, she has seen it, she has seen the worshippers.  She could abolish that sarcasm with a word.  She withholds the word.  Once more I seem to recognize in her exactly the same appetite for self-deification that I have for pie.  We seem to be curiously alike; for the love of self-deification is really only the spiritual form of the material appetite for pie, and nothing could be more strikingly Christian-Scientifically “harmonious.”