's book, Science and Health, was issued in
1875. During these succeeding twenty years it has been greatly revised and
enlarged, and it is now in its ninety-first edition. It consists of
fourteen chapters, whose titles are as follows: "Science, Theology,
Medicine," "Physiology," "Footsteps of Truth," "Creation," "Science of
Being," "Christian Science and Spiritualism," "Marriage," "Animal
Magnetism," "Some Objections Answered," "Prayer," "Atonement and
Eucharist," "Christian Science Practice," "Teaching Christian Science,"
"Recapitulation." Key to the Scriptures, Genesis, Apocalypse, and Glossary.

The Christian Scientists do not accept the belief we call spiritualism.
They believe those who have passed the change of death are in so entirely
different a plane of consciousness that between the embodied and
disembodied there is no possibility of communication.

They are diametrically opposed to the philosophy of Karma and of
reincarnation, which are the tenets of theosophy. They hold with strict
fidelity to what they believe to be the literal teachings of Christ.

Yet each and all these movements, however they may differ among themselves,
are phases of idealism and manifestations of a higher spirituality seeking
expression.

It is good that each and all shall prosper, serving those who find in one
form of belief or another their best aid and guidance, and that all meet
on common ground in the great essentials of love to God and love to man as
a signal proof of the divine origin of humanity which finds no rest until
it finds the peace of the Lord in spirituality. They all teach that one
great truth, that

God's greatness flows around our incompleteness,
Round our restlessness, His rest.

ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING.

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I add on the following page a little poem that I consider superbly
sweet--from my friend, Miss Whiting, the talented author of "The World
Beautiful."--M.B. EDDY.

AT THE WINDOW

[Written for the _Traveller_]

The sunset, burning low,
Throws o'er the Charles its flood of golden light.
Dimly, as in a dream, I watch the flow
Of waves of light.

The splendor of the sky
Repeats its glory in the river's flow;
And sculptured angels, on the gray church tower,
Gaze on the world below.

Dimly, as in a dream,
I see the hurrying throng before me pass,
But 'mid them all I only see _one_ face,
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