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MRS. EDDY: 1862-1875

When she was brought to, she found herself in a crippled condition like that which Dr. Quimby had cured in 1862. The attending physician declared that she would never walk again. But so firm was her faith in Quimby's principle that she was out of bed in two days, with the declaration that she would walk. Nevertheless she found that the mishap had thrown her back into the old associations for the time being, also that her friends were helping her back into the spinal affection from which she had suffered so long. In this state of suspense between opposing forces she appealed to Mr. Dresser for help, according to Quimby's method of silent spiritual treatment. If another person were in her condition she believed she could give help in this way, that is, if the other had not attributed intelligence to matter. But despite her strong faith that all intelligence should be identified with Divine power, she found herself weakening. Hence her appeal to one who had followed Dr. Quimby with such ardor and understanding.

The poem, which had been printed in a Lynn newspaper, is as follows:—

LINES ON THE DEATH OF DR. P. P. QUIMBY, WHO HEALED WITH THE TRUTH THAT CHRIST TAUGHT, IN CONTRADISTINCTION TO ALL ISMS.

Did sackcloth clothe the sun, and day grow night,
 All matter mourn the hour with dewy eyes,
When Truth, receding from our mortal sight,
 Had paid to error her last sacrifice?
Can we forget the power that gave us life?
 Shall we forget the wisdom of its way?
Then ask me not, amid this mortal strife,—
 This keenest pang of animated, clay,—
To mourn him less: to mourn him more were just,
 If to his memory 'twere a tribute given
For every solemn, sacred, earnest trust
 Delivered to us ere he rose to heaven.
Heaven but the happiness of that calm soul,
 Growing in stature to the throne of God:
Rest should reward him who hath made us whole.
 Seeking, though tremblers, where his footsteps trod.

Lynn, Feb. 22, 1866.
Mary M. Patterson.

It is interesting to realize how much depended on the answer to that letter. Had Mr. Dresser decided to take up Dr. Quimby's work at that time, no one would have disputed