d; to multitudes of reverent disciples she was a sacred personage, a familiar of God, and His inspired cha

g, improved its form, and published it yet again. It was at last become a compact, grammatical, dignified, and workman-like body of literature. This was good training, persistent training; and

er-percussion cap; fixed cartridge; rifled barrel; efficiency at half a mile how is it that such a gun, sufficiently good on an elephant hunt (Christian Science) from the beginning, and gro

ddy went out with her flint-lock on the rab

the Principle of all healing and the law that governs it is God, a divine Principle, and a spir

e book itself; f

ood and all whether the fatal casualty happened to the dead man-as the paragraph almost asserts-or to some person or persons not even hinted at in the para

s you to infer that it was "we" that suffered the mentioned injury, but if you should carry the language to a court you would not be able to p

the elephant-range), she went out with that same flint-lock and got this following result. Its English is very nearly as straight and clean and competent as

nishing, he is journeying towards Life instead of death, and bringing out the new man and crucifying the old affections,

he English is clean, compact, dignified, almost perfect. But it is observable that it is not prom

If the departed are in rapport with mortality, or matter, they are not spiritual, but must still be mortal, sinful, suffering, and dying. T

haracteristic of the Poems is affectation, artificiality; their makeup is a complacent and pretentious outpour of false figures and fine writing, in the sophomoric style. The same qualities an

it [the heart] on bended knee? Why, it was an institute that had entered its vitals-that, among other thi

rily through several streets, concrete sidewalks and mac

admire, save to [sic] such as fancy a skeleton above ground

It is most strange that the same intellect that worded the simple and self-contained and clean-cut paragraph beginning with "How unreasonable is the belief," should in the very same lustrum discharge upon the world such a verbal chaos

estion, Are there two guns? It would seem so. Is there a poor, foolish, old, scattering flint-lock for rabbit, and a long-range, centre-driving, up-to-date Mauser-magazine for elephant? It looks like it. For it is observable that in

rough a stretch of ten chapters. It has never been done. It was approached in the "well of English undefiled"; it has been approached in Mrs.

e Plague-spot-Bacilli, we are not permitted to doubt. Indeed, we know she wrote them. But the very certainty that she wrote these things compels a doubt that she wrote Science and Health. She is guilty of little awkwardnesses of expression in the Autobiography which a practiced pen would hardly allow to go uncorrected in even a hasty private letter,

manuscripts containing Scriptural Sonnets, b

nto the Church leaning on crutches who c

their shoulders. It would have cost her no trouble to put her "who" after her "cripples." I blame her a little; I think her proof-reader should

you will be deceived. "Marriage" was right, but "Parentage" was not the best word for the rest of the record. It refers to the birth of her own child. After a certain period of tim

e he was appointed a

s that a guardian for her child was ap

ses, the nexus is lost, and the argument with its rightf

ave answered just as well: psychosuperintangibly-electroincandescently-oligarcheologically- sanch

and phenomenon silence

think it is out of place among friends in an autobiography. There, I think a person ought not to have anything up his sleeve. It undermines confidence. But my dissatisfaction with the quoted passage is not on account of noumenon; it is on account of t

rtal life-battle still

nking you are going to get something this time; but as soon as she has led you far enough away from her turkey lot she takes to a tree. Whenever she discovers that she is getting pretty disconnected, she couples-up with an ostentatious "But" which has nothing to do with anything that went before or is to come after, then she hitches some empties to the train-unrelated verses from the Bible, usually-and steams out of sight and leaves you wondering how she did that clever thi

er's marvelous skill in demanding neither o

. She probably meant judgment, i

but efforts to express in feeble

efore she discovered Christian Science and forgot everything she knew-and after it, too. If she h

ases in perfection under the guid

e advantageous circumstances can

s brings out the nothingness of evil, and the eternal Somethingness v

e sets out to explain an over-large exhibit: the minute you think the lig

ve drunk to the dregs, as the discoverer

cup is going to remain empty. That is, we think that that was the idea, but we cannot be sure. She has a perfectly ast

up on her fine-writing timbrel. It carries me back to

ow before the omnipotence of Spirit, and a tint of humility soft as the heart of a moonbeam mantled the earth. Bet

ility has no complexion, and if it had it could not mantle the earth. A moonbeam might-I do not know-but she did not say it was the moonbeam. But let it go, I cann