fell and rode the rough sea. At a conversazione in Boston, he said, "You
may find in Mrs. Eddy's metaphysical teachings, more than is dreamt of
in your philosophy."

Also that renowned apostle of anti-slavery, Wendell Phillips, the native
course of whose mind never swerved from the chariot-paths of justice,
speaking of my work, said: "Had I young blood in my veins I would help
that woman."

I love Boston, and especially the laws of the state whereof this city is
the capital. To-day, as of yore, her laws have befriended progress.

Yet when I recall the past,--how the gospel of healing was
simultaneously praised and persecuted in Boston,--and remember also that
God is just, I wonder whether, were our dear Master in our New England
metropolis at this hour, he would not weep over it, as he wept over
Jerusalem! Oh, ye tears! Not in vain did ye flow. Those sacred drops
were but enshrined for future use, and God has now unsealed their
receptacle with His outstretched arm. Those crystal globes made morals
for mankind. They will rise with joy, and with power to wash away, in
floods of forgiveness, every crime, even when mistakenly committed in
the name of religion.

An unjust, unmerciful, and oppressive priesthood must perish, for false
prophets in the present as in the past stumble onward to their doom;
while their tabernacles crumble with dry rot. "God is not mocked," and
"the word of our God abideth forever."

I have ordained the Bible and the Christian Science text-book, SCIENCE
AND HEALTH WITH KEY TO THE SCRIPTURES, as pastor of The First Church of