One of my students had over three hundred pages of this manuscript. He subsequently carried these pages into court, making oath that they were mine, and holding them up for a reproach against me.
After the efhcacy of my system became publicly known, this student declared that those very manuscripts were Mr. Quimby's.
The manuscripts with which Mr. Quimby was acquainted were not properly an exposition of Christian Science. As before stated, this important revelation did not possess my mind till the year after his death.
Though I began immediately to jot down my thoughts on the subject, these jottings were but infantile lispings of Truth. A child drinks in the outward world through the eyes, and rejoices in the draught. He is as sure of the world's existence as of his own; yet he cannot describe it to his mother. He finds a few words for the conveyance of his thought, and stammers “I see,” till the phrase becomes his household name. Later the tongue voices the more definite thought, though still imperfectly.
So was it with me. Like a certain noted poet, —
I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.
My great joy, when I was healed, found expression in speech and on paper. I began to write down, and gave to my friends, the results of my Scriptural study, for the Bible was my sole teacher; but these statements were crude, the first steps of a child in a new world of Spirit.
The physician who had attended me. but who could not cure me, begged that I would tell him how I had
