Particularly after her death; for then, as any one can foresee, Eddy-Worship will be taught in the Sunday-schools and pulpits of the cult.  Already whatever she puts her trade-mark on, though it be only a memorial-spoon, is holy and is eagerly and gratefully bought by the disciple, and becomes a fetish in his house.  I say bought, for the Boston Christian-Science Trust gives nothing away; everything it has is for sale.  And the terms are cash; and not only cash, but cash in advance.  Its god is Mrs. Eddy first, then the Dollar.  Not a spiritual Dollar, but a real one.  From end to end of the Christian Science literature not a single (material) thing in the world is conceded to be real, except the Dollar.  But all through and through its advertisements that reality is eagerly and persistently recognized.

The Dollar is hunted down in all sorts of ways; the Christian-Science Mother-Church and Bargain-Counter in Boston peddles all kinds of spiritual wares to the faithful, and always on the one condition—­cash, cash in advance.  The Angel of the Apocalypse could not go there and get a copy of his own pirated book on credit.  Many, many precious Christian Science things are to be had there for cash:  Bible Lessons; Church Manual; C. S. Hymnal; History of the building of the Mother-Church; lot of Sermons; Communion Hymn, “Saw Ye My Saviour,” by Mrs. Eddy, half a dollar a copy, “words used by special permission of Mrs. Eddy.”  Also we have Mrs. Eddy’s and the Angel’s little Blue-Annex in eight styles of binding at eight kinds of war-prices; among these a sweet thing in “levant, divinity circuit, leather lined to edge, round corners, gold edge, silk sewed, each, prepaid, $6,” and if you take a million you get them a shilling cheaper—­that is to say, “prepaid, $5.75.”  Also we have Mrs. Eddy’s Miscellaneous Writings, at ’andsome big prices, the divinity-circuit style heading the exertions, shilling discount where you take an edition Next comes Christ and Christmas, by the fertile Mrs. Eddy—­a poem—­would God I could see it!—­price $3, cash in advance.  Then follow five more books by Mrs. Eddy, at highwayman’s rates, some of them in “leatherette covers,” some of them in “pebble cloth,” with divinity-circuit, compensation-balance, twin-screw, and the other modern improvements; and at the same bargain-counter can be had The Christian Science Journal.

Christian-Science literary discharges are a monopoly of the Mother-Church Headquarters Factory in Boston; none genuine without the trade-mark of the Trust.  You must apply there and not elsewhere.

One hundred dollars for it.  And I have a case among my statistics where the student had a three weeks’ course and paid three hundred for it.

The Trust does love the Dollar, when it isn’t a spiritual one.

In order to force the sale of Mrs Eddy’s Bible-Annex, no healer, Metaphysical-College-bred or other, is allowed to practice the game unless he possesses a copy of that book.  That means a large and constantly augmenting income for the Trust.  No C.S. family would consider itself loyal or pious or pain-proof without an Annex or two in the house.  That means an income for the Trust, in the near future, of millions; not thousands-millions a year.