so strong that the revolt was headed by them; this
was inevitable in the nature of the case. It began in the most intellectual
city of the freest country in the world--that is to say, it sought the line
of least resistance. Boston is emphatically the women's
paradise,--numerically, socially, indeed every way. Here they have the
largest individuality, the most recognition, the widest outlook. Mrs. Eddy
we have never seen; her book has many a time been sent us by interested
friends, and out of respect to them we have fairly broken our mental teeth
over its granitic pebbles. That we could not understand it might be rather
to the credit of the book than otherwise. On this subject we have no
opinion to pronounce, but simply state the fact.

We do not, therefore, speak of the system it sets forth, either to praise
or blame, but this much is true: the spirit of Christian Science ideas has
caused an army of well-meaning people to believe in God and the power of
faith, who did not believe in them before. It has made a myriad of women
more thoughtful and devout; it has brought a hopeful spirit into the homes
of unnumbered invalids. The belief that "thoughts are things," that the
invisible is the only real world, that we are here to be trained into
harmony with the laws of God, and that what we are here determines where we
shall be hereafter--all these ideas are Christian.

The chimes on the Christian Science temple in Boston played "All hail the
power of Jesus' name," on the morning of the dedication. We did not attend,
but we learn that the name of Christ is nowhere spoken with more reverence
than it was during those services, and that he is set forth as the power of
God for righteousness and the express image of God for love.

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[_The New Century_, Boston, February, 1895]

ONE POINT OF VIEW--THE NEW WOMAN

We all know her--she is simply the woman of the past with an added grace--a
newer charm. Some of her dearest ones call her "selfish" because she thinks
so much of herself she spends her whole time helping others. She represents
the composite beauty, sweetness, and nobility of all those who scorn self
for the sake of love and her handmaiden duty--of all those who seek the
brightness of truth not as the moth to be destroyed thereby, but as the
lark who soars and sings to the great sun. She is of those who have so much
to give they want no time to take, and their name is legion. She