Mrs. Eddy applied herself, like other girls, to her studies, though perhaps
with an unusual zest, delighting in philosophy, logic, and moral science,
as well as looking into the ancient languages, Hebrew, Greek, and Latin.

Her last marriage was in the spring of 1877, when, at Lynn, Mass., she
became the wife of Asa Gilbert Eddy. He was the first organizer of a
Christian Science Sunday School, of which he was the superintendent, and
later he attracted the attention of many clergymen of other denominations
by his able lectures upon Scriptural topics. He died in 1882.

Mrs. Eddy is known to her circle of pupils and admirers as the editor and
publisher of the first official organ of this sect. It was called the
_Journal of Christian Science_, and has had great circulation with the
members of this fast-increasing faith.

In recounting her experiences as the pioneer of Christian Science, she
states that she sought knowledge concerning the physical side in this
research through the different schools of allopathy, homoeopathy, and so
forth, without receiving any real satisfaction. No ancient or modern
philosophy gave her any distinct statement of the Science of Mind-healing.
She claims that no human reason has been equal to the question. And she
also defines carefully the difference in the theories between faith-cure
and Christian Science, dwelling particularly upon the terms belief and
understanding, which are the key words respectively used in the definitions
of these two healing arts.

Besides her Boston home, Mrs. Eddy has a delightful country home one mile
from the State House of New Hampshire's quiet capital, an easy driving
distance for her when she wishes to catch a glimpse of the world. But for
the most part she lives very much retired, driving rather into the country,
which is so picturesque all about Concord and its surrounding villages.

The big house, so delightfully remodelled and modernized from a primitive
homestead that nothing is left excepting the angles and pitch of the roof,
is remarkably well placed upon a terrace that slopes behind the buildings,
while they themselves are in the midst of green stretches of lawns, dotted
with beds of flowering shrubs, with here and there a fountain or
summer-house.

Mrs. Eddy took the writer straight to her beloved "lookout"--a broad piazza
on the south side of the second story of the house, where she can sit in
her swinging chair, revelling in the lights and shades o