to teach prematurely the [1]
infant thought in Christian Science--just breathing new
Life and Love--all the claims and modes of evil; there-
fore it is best to leave the righteous unfolding of error
(as a general rule) alone, and to the special care of the [5]
unerring modes of divine wisdom. This uncovering and
punishing of sin must, will come, at some date, to the
rescue of humanity. The teacher of divine metaphysics
should impart to his students the general knowledge that
he has gained from instruction, observation, and mental [10]
practice.

Experience weighs in the scales of God the sense and
power of Truth against the opposite claims of error.
If spiritual sense is not dominant in a student, he will
not understand all your instructions; and if evil domi- [15]
nates his character, he will pervert the rules of Christian
Science, and the last error will be worse than the first--
inasmuch as wilful transgression brings greater torment
than ignorance.

A Cruce Salus

The sum total of Love reflected is exemplified, and [21]
includes the whole duty of man: Truth perverted, in
belief, becomes the creator of the claim of error. To
affirm mentally and audibly that God is All and there is
no sickness and no sin, makes mortals either saints or [25]
sinners.

Truth talked and not lived, rolls on the human heart
a stone; consigns sensibility to the charnel-house of sen-
suality, ease, self-love, self-justification, there to moulder
and rot. [30]

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The noblest work of God is man in the image of his [1]
Maker; the last infirmity of evil is so-called man, swayed
by the maelstrom of human passions, elbowing the con-
cepts of his own creating, making place for himself and
displacing his fellows. [5]

A real Christian Scientist is a marvel, a miracle in the
universe of mortal mind. With selfless love, he inscribes
on the heart of humanity and transcribes on the page
of reality the living, palpable presence--the might and
majesty!--of goodness. He lives for all mankind, and [10]
honors his creator.

The _vice versa_ of this man is sometimes called a
man, but he is a small animal: a hived bee, with sting
ready for each kind touch, he makes honey out of
the flowers of human hearts and hides it in his cell of [15]
ingratitude.

O friendly hand! keep back thy offerings from asps
and apes, from wolves in sheep's clothing and all raven-
ing beasts. Love such specimens of mortality just enough
to ref