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no urging, begging, or
borrowing; only the need made known, and forth came the money, or
diamonds, which served to erect this "miracle in stone."
Even the children vied with their parents to meet the demand. Little
hands, never before devoted to menial services, shoveled snow, and
babes gave kisses to earn a few pence toward this consummation. Some
of these lambs my prayers had christened, but Christ will rechristen
them with his own new name. "Out of the mouths of babes and
sucklings Thou hast perfected praise." The resident youthful workers
were called "Busy Bees."
Sweet society, precious children, your loving hearts and deft fingers
distilled the nectar and painted the finest flowers in the fabric of this

history,--even its centre-piece,--Mother's Room in The First Church of
Christ, Scientist, in Boston. The children are destined to witness results
which will eclipse Oriental dreams. They belong to the twentieth
century. By juvenile aid, into the building fund have come $4,460.[B]
Ah, children, you are the bulwarks of freedom, the cement of society,
the hope of our race!
Brothers of the Christian Science Board of Directors, when your
tireless tasks are done--well done--no Delphian lyre could break the full
chords of such a rest. May the altar you have built never be shattered in
our hearts, but justice, mercy, and love kindle perpetually its fires.
It was well that the brother whose appliances warm this house, warmed
also our perishless hope, and nerved its grand fulfilment. Woman, true
to her instinct, came to the rescue as sunshine from the clouds; so,
when man quibbled over an architectural exigency, a woman climbed
with feet and hands to the top of the tower, and helped settle the
subject.
After the loss of our late lamented pastor, Rev. D.A. Easton, the church
services were maintained by excellent sermons from the editor of The
Christian Science Journal (who, with his better half, is a very whole
man), together with the Sunday School giving this flock "drink from
the river of His pleasures." O glorious hope and blessed assurance, "it
is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom." Christians
rejoice in secret, they have a bounty hidden from the world.
Self-forgetfulness, purity, and love are treasures untold--constant
prayers, prophecies, and anointings. Practice, not profession,--goodness,
not doctrines,--spiritual understanding, not mere belief, gain the ear and
right hand of omnipotence, and call down blessings infinite. "Faith
without works is dead." The foundation of enlightened faith is Christ's
teachings and practice. It was our Master's self-immolation, his
life-giving love, healing both mind and body, that raised the deadened
conscience, paralyzed by inactive faith, to a quickened sense of mortal's
necessities,--and God's power and purpose to supply them. It was, in
the words of the Psalmist, He "who forgiveth all thine iniquities; who
healeth all thy diseases."

Rome's fallen fanes and silent Aventine is glory's tomb; her pomp and
power lie low in dust. Our land, more favored, had its Pilgrim Fathers.
On shores of solitude, at Plymouth Rock, they planted a nation's
heart,--the rights of conscience, imperishable glory. No dream of
avarice or ambition broke their exalted purpose, theirs was the wish to
reign in hope's reality--the realm of Love.
Christian Scientists, you have planted your standard on the rock of
Christ, the true, the spiritual idea,--the chief corner-stone in the house
of our God. And our Master said: "The stone which the builders
rejected, the same is become the head of the corner." If you are less
appreciated to-day than your forefathers, wait--for if you are as devout
as they, and more scientific, as progress certainly demands, your plant
is immortal. Let us rejoice that chill vicissitudes have not withheld the
timely shelter of this house, which descended like day-spring from on
high.
Divine presence, breathe Thou Thy blessing on every heart in this
house. Speak out, O soul! This is the newborn of Spirit, this is His
redeemed; this, His beloved. May the kingdom of God within
you,--with you alway,--reascending, bear you outward, upward,
heavenward. May the sweet song of silver-throated singers, making
melody more real, and the organ's voice, as the sound of many waters,
and the Word spoken in this sacred temple dedicated to the ever-present
God--mingle with the joy of angels and rehearse your hearts' holy
intents. May all whose means, energies, and prayers helped erect The
Mother Church, find within it home, and heaven.

CHRISTIAN SCIENCE TEXTBOOK
The following selections from "Science and Health with Key to the
Scriptures," pages 568-571, were read from the platform. The
impressive stillness of the audience indicated close attention.
Revelation xii. 10-12. And I heard a loud voice saying in heaven, Now
is come salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, and the

power of His Christ: for the accuser of our brethren is cast