and stayed up. I never got along so well with a baby as I did with this
one.

I am very thankful for the knowledge of Science I have gained through your
book. I want so much to be a Scientist; but we are very poor. My husband
is a brakeman on the railroad; and I have very little education. There is
comfort in the thought that, if I can't be a Scientist, my children may
be.

Yours with much love, C. A. W., Lexington, Mo.

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In the February _Journal_ it appears there is some one who says that
"Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures" is hard to understand, and
who thinks she can explain it. Perhaps my experience with Science and
Health may help some one who might otherwise take up this thought, and so
be led away from the truth. After reading and studying it for some time,
and talking to the Scientists I met in my travels, the thought came to me,
"Why not try these truths on yourself?" I did so, and to my surprise and
great joy I found immediate relief. Dyspepsia (the trouble of most
commercial travellers), catarrh, and many lesser beliefs, left me, so that
in a short time I was a _well man_, and by no other means than trusting to
the Saviour's promises as explained in Science and Health. This took place
while I was travelling about the country.

On my return home, I gave my wife treatments. In many instances the
blessing came before the treatment was finished, and often we proved that
only a thought of the power of Truth was sufficient to give relief.

One Sunday morning, soon after my return, a friend called and asked if I
could give him anything to relieve his wife, who, he said, had been
suffering for some days with rheumatism in her shoulder, so severely that
she could neither dress alone nor comb her hair. I told him that the only
medicine we had in the house was Christian Science. He laughed at the
idea; but before he left, he asked if I would give his wife a treatment. I
told him I was very young in Science, but if she wished it, I would. He
went home, but returned immediately, saying she wished me to come. Then I
asked help from the fountain of Truth, and started for my first treatment
to be given away from home. When I left their room fifteen minutes later,
she was shaking her hand high above her head, and exclaiming, "I am all
right; I am well!" That was in November, 1887, and she has had no return
of the belief since.

A friend told me that