me, let us kill him, that the in-
heritance may be ours,"--are type and shadow of this [20]
hour.

A mother's love touches the heart of God, and should
it not appeal to human sympathy? Can a mother tell
her child one tithe of the agonies that gave that child
birth? Can that child conceive of the anguish, until she [25]
herself is become a mother?

Do the children of this period dream of the spiritual
Mother's sore travail, through the long night, that has
opened their eyes to the light of Christian Science? Cherish

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these new-born children that filial obedience to which the [1]
Decalogue points with promise of prosperity? Should not
the loving warning, the far-seeing wisdom, the gentle entreaty,
the stern rebuke have been heeded, in return for
all that love which brooded tireless over their tender [5]
years? for all that love that hath fed them with Truth,--
even the bread that cometh down from heaven,--as the
mother-bird tendeth her young in the rock-ribbed nest of
the raven's callow brood!

And what of the hope of that parent whose children [10]
rise up against her; when brother slays brother, and
the strength of union grows weak with wickedness?
The victim of mad ambition that saith, "This is
the heir: come, let us kill him, that the inheritance
may be ours," goes on to learn that he must at last [15]
kill this evil in "self" in order to gain the kingdom
of God.

Envy, the great red dragon of this hour, would obscure
the light of Science, take away a third part of the stars
from the spiritual heavens, and cast them to the earth. [20]
This is not Science. _Per contra_, it is the mortal mind
sense--mental healing on a material basis--hurling
its so-called healing at random, filling with hate its
deluded victims, or resting in silly peace upon the
laurels of headlong human will. "What shall, therefore, [25]
the Lord of the vineyard do? He will come and destroy
the husbandmen, and will give the vineyard unto
others."

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Little Gods

It is sometimes said, cynically, that Christian Scien-
tists set themselves on pedestals, as so many petty deities;
but there is no fairness or propriety in the aspersion.

Man is not equal to his Maker. That which is formed [5]
is not cause, but effect; and has no underived power.
But it is possible, and dutiful, to throw the weight of
thought and action on the side of right, and to be thus
lifted up.

Man should be found not claiming e