At one time I was called to speak before the Lyceum Club, at Westerly,
Rhode Island. On my arrival my hostess told me that her next-door neighbor
was dying. I asked permission to see her. It was granted, and with my
hostess I went to the invalid's house.
The physicians had given up the case and retired. I had stood by her side
about fifteen minutes when the sick woman rose from her bed, dressed
herself, and was well. Afterwards they showed me the clothes already
prepared for her burial; and told me that her physicians had said the
diseased condition was caused by an injury received from a surgical
operation at the birth of her last babe, and that it was impossible for her
to be delivered of another child. It is sufficient to add her babe was
safely born, and weighed twelve pounds. The mother afterwards wrote to me,
"I never before suffered so little in childbirth."
This scientific demonstration so stirred the doctors and clergy that they
had my notices for a second lecture pulled down, and refused me a hearing
in their halls and churches. This circumstance is cited simply to show the
opposition which Christian Science encountered a quarter-century ago, as
contrasted with its present welcome into the sickroom.
Many were the desperate cases I instantly healed, "without money and
without price," and in most instances without even an acknowledgment of the
benefit.
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