handle the same numerical and spatial
facts by geometry, by analytical geometry, by algebra, by the calculus,
or by quaternions, and each time come out right? On this view religion
and science, each verified in its own way from hour to hour and from
life to life, would be co-eternal. Primitive thought, with its belief
in individualized personal forces, seems at any rate as far as ever
from being driven by science from the field to-day. Numbers of
educated people still find it the directest experimental channel by
which to carry on their intercourse with reality.[65]

[65] Whether the various spheres or systems are ever to fuse integrally
into one absolute conception, as most philosophers assume that they
must, and how, if so, that conception may best be reached, are
questions that only the future can answer. What is certain now is the
fact of lines of disparate conception, each corresponding to some part
of the world's truth, each verified in some degree, each leaving out
some part of real experience.

The case of mind-cure lay so ready to my hand that I could not resist
the temptation of using it to bring these last truths home to your
attention, but I must content myself to-day with this very brief
indication. In a later lecture the relations of religion both to
science and to primitive thought will have to receive much more
explicit attention.

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APPENDIX

(See note [64].)

CASE I. "My own experience is this: I had long been ill, and one of
the first results of my illness, a dozen years before, had been a
diplopia which deprived me of the use of my eyes for reading and
writing almost entirely, while a later one had been to shut me out from
exercise of any kind under penalty of immediate and great exhaustion.
I had been under the care of doctors of the highest standing both in
Europe and America, men in whose power to help me I had had great
faith, with no or ill result. Then, at a time when I seemed to be
rather rapidly losing ground, I heard some things that gave me interest
enough in mental healing to make me try it; I had no great hope of
getting any good from it--it was a CHANCE I tried, partly because my
thought was interested by the new possibility it seemed to open, partly
because it was the only chance I then could see. I went to X in Boston,
from whom some friends of mine had got, or thought they had got, great
help; the treatment was a silent one; little was said, and that little