ers have their
source in God, and flow into everlasting Life. We drink of this river when
all human desires are quenched, satisfied with what is pleasing to the
divine Mind.

Perchance some one of you may say, "The evidence of spiritual verity in me
is so small that I am afraid. I feel so far from victory over the flesh
that to reach out for a present realization of my hope savors of temerity.
Because of my own unfitness for such a spiritual animus my strength is
naught and my faith fails." O thou "weak and infirm of purpose." Jesus
said, "Be not afraid"!

"What if the little rain should say,
'So small a drop as I
Can ne'er refresh a drooping earth,
I'll tarry in the sky.'"

Is not a man metaphysically and mathematically number one, a unit, and
therefore whole number, governed and protected by his divine Principle,
God? You have simply to preserve a scientific, positive sense of unity with
your divine source, and daily demonstrate this. Then you will find that one
is as important a factor as duodecillions in being and doing right, and
thus demonstrating deific Principle. A dewdrop reflects the sun. Each of
Christ's little ones reflects the infinite One, and therefore is the seer's
declaration true, that "one on God's side is a majority."

A single drop of water may help to hide the stars, or crown the tree with
blossoms.

Who lives in good, lives also in God,--lives in all Life, through all
space. His is an individual kingdom, his diadem a crown of crowns. His
existence is deathless, forever unfolding its eternal Principle. Wait
patiently on illimitable Love, the lord and giver of Life. _Reflect this
Life_, and with it cometh the full power of being. "They shall be
abundantly satisfied with the fatness of Thy house."

In 1893 the World's Parliament of Religions, held in Chicago, used, in all
its public sessions, my form of prayer since 1866; and one of the very
clergymen who had publicly proclaimed me "the prayerless Mrs. Eddy,"
offered his audible adoration in the words I use, besides listening to an
address on Christian Science from my pen, read by Judge S.J. Hanna, in that
unique assembly.

When the light of one friendship after another passes from earth to heaven,
we kindle in place thereof the glow of some deathless reality. Memory,
faithful to goodness, holds in her secret chambers those characters of
holiest sort, bravest to endure, firmest to suffer, soonest to renounce.
Such was th