safety his arms could reach, and put it there.’  This pious act filled the mother ’with such a train of thought as I had never experienced before.  I thought of the sweet mother of long ago who kept things in her heart,’ etc.  It is a bold comparison; however, unconscious profanations are about as common in the mouths of the lay membership of the new Church as are frank and open ones in the mouths of its consecrated chiefs.

Some days later, the family library—­Christian Science books—­was lying in a deep-seated window.  It was another chance for the holy child to show off.  He left his play and went there and pushed all the books to one side except the Annex.  ’It he took in both hands, slowly raised it to his lips, then removed it carefully, and seated himself in the window.’  It had seemed to the mother too wonderful to be true, that first time; but now she was convinced that ’neither imagination nor accident had anything to do with it.’  Later, little Gordon let the author of his being see him do it.  After that he did it frequently; probably every time anybody was looking.  I would rather have that child than a chromo.  If this tale has any object, it is to intimate that the inspired book was supernaturally able to convey a sense of its sacred and awful character to this innocent little creature without the intervention of outside aids.  The magazine is not edited with high-priced discretion.  The editor has a claim, and he ought to get it treated.

Among other witnesses, there is one who had a ‘jumping toothache,’ which several times tempted her to ’believe that there was sensation in matter, but each time it was overcome by the power of Truth.’  She would not allow the dentist to use cocaine, but sat there and let him punch and drill and split and crush the tool, and tear and slash its ulcerations, and pull out the nerve, and dig out fragments of bone; and she wouldn’t once confess that it hurt.  And to this day she thinks it didn’t, and I have not a doubt that she is nine-tenths right, and that her Christian Science faith did her better service than she could have gotten out of cocaine.

There is an account of a boy who got broken all up into small bits by an accident, but said over the Scientific Statement of Being, or some of the other incantations, and got well and sound without having suffered any real pain and without the intrusion of a surgeon.  I can believe this, because my own case was somewhat similar, as per my former article.

Also there is an account of the restoration to perfect health, in a single night, of a fatally injured horse, by the application of Christian Science.  I can stand a good deal, but I recognise that the ice is getting thin here.  That horse had as many as fifty claims:  how could he demonstrate over them?  Could he do the All-Good, Good-Good, Good-Gracious, Liver, Bones, Truth, All down but Nine, Set them up on the Other Alley?  Could he intone the Scientific Statement of Being?  Now, could he?  Wouldn’t it give him a relapse?  Let us draw the line at horses.  Horses and furniture.