Christ, Scientist, in Boston,--so long as this church is satisfied with
this pastor. This is my first ordination. "They shall be abundantly
satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink
of the river of thy pleasures."

All praise to the press of America's Athens,--and throughout our land,
the press has spoken out historically, impartially. Like the winds
telling tales through the leaves of an ancient oak, unfallen, may our
church chimes repeat my thanks to the press.

Notwithstanding the perplexed condition of our nation's finances, the
want and woe, with millions of dollars unemployed in our money centres,
the Christian Scientists, within fourteen months, responded to the call
for this church with $191,012. Not a mortgage was given nor a loan
solicited, and the donors all touchingly told their privileged joy at
helping to build the Mother Church. There was 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 hast Thou
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