t try to: they are simply facts in the partial development of
the race. Why millionaires should patronize the memory of Jesus is
something no one can understand, save that things work by antithesis.
Mrs. Eddy was of the same shrewd, practical type as the merchant prince
just mentioned. She was the greatest woman-general of her day and
generation. She possessed all the qualities that go to make successful
leadership.

She was self-reliant, proud, arrogant, implacable in temper, rapid in
decision, unbending, shrewd, diplomatic--and a good hater.

At times she dismissed her critics with simply a look. No man could
dictate to her, and few dared make suggestions in her presence. To move
her, the matter had to be brought to her attention in a way that led her
to believe that she had discovered it herself. And of course all the
credit went to her. In all Christian Science churches are various
selections from her writings, and beneath every one is her name. "Thou
shalt have no other gods before me!" is the one controlling edict
breathed forth by her life and words. One of her orders was that
whenever one of her hymns was announced, always and forever it must be
stated that it was written by Mrs. Mary Baker Eddy. Always and forever,
the "student" giving testimony refers, in terms of lavish praise and
fulsome adulation, to "Our Blessed Teacher, Guide and Exemplar, Mary
Baker Eddy." God Almighty and Jesus occupy secondary positions in all
Christian Science meetings.

Mrs. Eddy is mentioned five times to where they are once. And I would
not criticize this if Mrs. Eddy had but regarded Jesus as simply a great
man in history and "God" as an abstract term referring to the Supreme
Intelligence in Nature. But to her, God and Jesus were persons who
dictated books, and very frequently she was careful to explain that her
method of healing was exactly the same as that practised by Jesus. Side
by side with His words are hers. Passages from the Bible are read
alternately with passages from "Science and Health." If both were
regarded as mere literature, this would be pardonable, but when we are
told that both are "sacred" writ, and "damned be he who dares deny or
doubt," we are simply lost in admiration for the supreme egotism of the
lady. To get mad about it were vain--let us all smile. Surely the
imagination that can trace points of resemblance between Mrs. Mary Baker
Eddy and Jesus, the lowly peasant of Nazareth, is admirable. Jesus was a