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FOR CERTA We sua fet se e inderstanding dh die ents wipe o se real universe 106 The goal was created and controlled God, alors de Founder of Christianity ietisch, Sty you Goede" (St John v. 24).
Fin patisen of God and man and the uniun and pain are not amusing, but if a method of destroying both has Free by dive case red which explains their nature as met sph paesily unreal, that is, indeed, a cause for great joy, praise, and thanksgiving, and Man is food brink, and bank is broke a loze and gratitude from the thousands total ganz want le pad stond in the Mares of Christian Science," in the July CENTURY.
who have been healed, reformed, and blessed by it.
Christian Scientists shrink from criticizing persons, and will be glad to hear from Mr. Wells that his attempted jest was not about God; but as the verses appeared in the department of THE CENTURY entitled “In Lighter Vein,” as the verses themselves certainly had a humorous turn, and as the name of God appeared in almost every one of his eleven verses, it must be conceded that the charge was not unfounded.
W. D. McCrackan.
REJOINDER BY MR. WELLS
My verses are not a "jest about God," they are a jest about Christian Science; and the terms are not synonymous, at least in my mind.
To be sure, Mrs. Eddy does say ("Science and Health,” page 480, line 19), “Man is not God, and God is not man." One can find in
the book any arrangement of words on those subjects. But this statement is contradicted a thousand times, as I might show by many quotations.
If it is not the absolute and unqualified teaching of Christian Science that there is no matter, no sin, and no pain, but only an empty mirage of these things, Christian Science has no teaching at all. Probably there are not twenty pages out of the "text-book's " seven hundred that do not explicitly deny the real existence of matter, sin, and pain.
It would indeed, as your correspondent says, be a matter for joy, not for jesting, if a sovereign remedy for sin and sickness had been discovered; but when a set of solemn teachers shut their eyes and bid us be at ease regarding these evils because they do not see them, sober and sensible folk are inclined to think that a jest has been perpetrated, and not by themselves. Amos R. Wells.
IN LIGHTER VEIN
The Hospital Fair
E had nearly made the round of the tables, and was fifteen or twenty dollars poorer than when he came in, though of course that was a detail. He owned a large pincushion, a nutcake, a packet of colored tissue shaving-paper, a three-pound box of fudge at a dollar a pound, a hand-painted wall-calendar, a cardboard scrap-basket tied with ribbons, an embroidered tobacco-pouch, and a huge bunch of roses. And he was trying to carry all these things, for they don't “send” at a hospital fair. Her table was nearly the last in the line, and she laughed outright when she saw him. "Hallo!" he said, his eyes brightening as he came up to her. "Where 's your megaphone?"
"Oh, I don't spiel," she laughed. "I leave that for the girls at the other tables."
"They know the art," he said ruefully. "It's done in better form than it is on the Midways, but just as effectively."
"I should judge so," she returned, with a survey of his laden arms.
"May n't I drop this armful behind your table and leave it there?" he pleaded. "You won't have to tell."
She shook her head. “Everything bought has to be carried away. It's the penalty for buying."
"The price. And two against one is no fair." She laughed again.
"It 's hospital fair," she retorted. "Hospital fare is n't good."
"It is at our hospital.-A housewife, did you say?" She turned swiftly to a new customer, a portly lady in purple. "Yes, we have them. Here's a pretty one at two dollars and a quarter. Oh, yes, I can make change. Thank you."
"They did n't make change at the other tables," he said, as she returned. "You mean they would n't.” "They said they could n't." "They meant they should n't."
"Let me put these things down," he begged. "Will you take them up again by and by?” "All but the roses. They 're for you." “Oh, thank you. But you 'll take the other things?
"If I don't forget." "I'll remind you."
"Thanks." He deposited his burden behind the table. "What do you sell?"
"Sewing-things. Housewives, for instance." "I thought housewives were out of date." "They're coming in again."
"Are all these at two dollars and a quarter?"
some minds an air of sentimentalism per- That there is much discontent with work vades the whole labor problem, as though among the so-called middle classes in the millennium only waited upon large America is due in large part to the pamwages and short hours. The old-time love pering of children, to the supplying of their for one's work and the old-time pride in it natural and artificial wants, and to the as one's best reason for existence have yet sentimental idea that“ their day of toil will to find any wide-spread and active propa- come soon enough.” In general, work is ganda in the conventions of labor. So far not a curse, but a blessing-a positive as we have observed, no labor leader has means of grace. One can hardly begin taken upon himself the conservative office too early to impress upon children lessons of preaching to his followers the virtue of of self-help by tasks appropriate to their good work well done, not only as a duty to age and forces, and to beget in them scorn the employer, but as a service and inspira- of idleness and of dependence on others. tion to the workingman himself. The theo. To do this is to make them happy through ries even of those who lead most wisely aim the self-respect that comes with the realiat the elevation of the individual throughzation of power, and thus to approximate the class rather than the reverse. The gen- Tennyson's goal of man: "Self-reverence, eral trend of the workingman seems to be self-knowledge, self-control.” away from hard work and good work. It One consideration that is making our is time that there was less preaching of people impatient of hard work is the exrights and more of duties. Perhaps it ample of quickly made riches through the would be easier to get the rights by a little semi-gambling activities. Men whose famore conscientious devotion to the duties. thers would have died rather than live on
As a matter of fact, and not of theory, bread they had not earned find themselves no man can do a worse service to an- willing to be taken care of, by the governother, whether rich or poor, than to de- ment perhaps, or by " the party," or by their prive him of the absolutely healthful joy more fortunate or industrious relatives. which there is in hard work. Woe to him Such drones know nothing of the satisfacwho does not like his daily work; for if one tion of him who “scorns delights and lives cannot have the work he likes, he would laborious days,” who can hold his head better learn to like the work he has. Polo- high and say he has earned his right to nius was right:
live, and whose death is thus not a debt “No profit comes where is no pleasure ta'en.” paid to nature, for he owes her nothing.
Verses of Amos R. Wells 1
.” It is not the teaching of Christian
Science that "there is no matter," "there is T is not every day that God is drawn into no sin,” and “there is no pain," unless these
jesting verses, but criticism of Christian statements are qualified by the understanding Science is pushed to strange shifts and does that such statements refer to the real universe not hesitate to commit even so great a breach. and the real man, created and controlled by These verses that try to jest about God per- God, whom the Founder of Christianity devert the teachings of Christian Science and clared to be “Spirit" (St. John iv. 24). are capable of deceiving the ignorant who may The nature of God and man and the unidesire to know. It is not the teaching of Chris- verse is not a joke. Sin and pain are not amustian Science that “God is I, and I am God”; ing, but if a method of destroying both has on the contrary, the Christian Science text- been discovered which explains their nature as book, “Science and Health, with Key to the metaphysically unreal, that is, indeed, a cause Scriptures," by Mary Baker G. Eddy, states for great joy, praise, and thanksgiving, and categorically: “Man is not God, and God is evokes love and gratitude from the thousands
1“The Wanderings of a Bewildered Soul in the Mazes of Christian Science,” in the July Century.
who have been healed, reformed, and blessed the book any arrangement of words on those by it.
subjects. But this statement is contradicted a
existence of matter, sin, and pain.
be a matter for joy, not for jesting, if a sovereign
remedy for sin and sickness had been disMy verses are not a “jest about God," they are covered; but when a set of solemn teachers a jest about Christian Science; and the terms shut their eyes and bid us be at ease regarding are not synonymous, at least in my mind. these evils because they do not see them,
To be sure, Mrs. Eddy does say (“Science sober and sensible folk are inclined to think and Health,” page 480, line 19), “Man is not that a jest has been perpetrated, and not by God, and God is not man.” One can find in themselves.
Amos R. Wells.
The Hospital Fair
“Then there are two penalties ! ”
“What 's the other?" TE
“The price. And two against one is no fair.” andwas fifteenortwenty dollars poorer than She laughed again. when he came in, though of course that was a “It 's hospital fair,” she retorted. detail. He owned a large pincushion, a nut- "Hospital fare is n't good." cake, a packet of colored tissue shaving-paper, “It is at our hospital. – A housewife, did you a three-pound box of fudge at a dollar a pound, say?” She turned swiftly to a new customer, a hand-painted wall-calendar, a cardboard a portly lady in purple. “Yes, we have them. scrap-basket tied with ribbons, an embroi- Here's a pretty one at two dollars and a quardered tobacco-pouch, and a huge bunch of ter. Oh, yes, I can make change. Thank roses. And he was trying to carry all these you." things, for they don't “send” at a hospital “They did n't make change at the other fair. Her table was nearly the last in the line, tables,” he said, as she returned. and she laughed outright when she saw him. “You mean they would n’t.”
“Hallo !” he said, his eyes brightening as “They said they could n't." he came up to her. “Where 's your mega- “They meant they should n't.” phone?”
“Let me put these things down,” he begged. “Oh, I don't spiel,” she laughed. “I leave “Will you take them up again by and by?" that for the girls at the other tables."
“All but the roses. They ’re for you.” “They know the art,” he said ruefully. “It's “Oh, thank you. But you 'll take the other done in better form than it is on the Midways, things?” but just as effectively."
“If I don't forget." “I should judge so," she returned, with a “I'll remind you.” survey of his laden arms.
“Thanks." He deposited his burden behind “May n't I drop this armful behind your table the table. “What do you sell ? ” and leave it there?” he pleaded. “You won't “Sewing-things. Housewives, for instance." have to tell."
“I thought housewives were out of date.” She shook her head. "Everything bought "They 're coming in again." has to be carried away. It 's the penalty for “Are all these at two dollars and a quarbuying.”
"Oh, no. There are several over two dollars and a quarter."
"I need one at some price," he said. "Laundries are poor hands at mending."
She picked up one in colored floss.
"Well, here's one at five dollars."
"Dearer still." His eyes were fixed on her face. She felt it flush brilliantly.
"This at six dollars is the most expensive I've got."
"I want to pay more."
"How much?" It was an incautious question, and she knew it instantly.
"All my worldly goods,'" he quoted solemnly.
"I must leave you," she suddenly said. "Those people want to buy something."
"I'll wait," he said.
She was a long time with the new customers. Then she did not come back to his end of the table. He went over to hers.
"Are n't the rooms lovely?" she said.
"I want one from this table," he persisted. "One what?"
"At the price you named?"
Her glance meant mischief. "Does the price go to the hospital?" she asked.
He was taken aback. "Well, no," he said. "Not in this case."
"Where does it go, then?"
"It 's not against the rights of the fair." "Now you 're punning," she said.
"May I have it?" he pleaded. There was a light in his eyes.
"I've told you already."
She did not deny this. There was a light in her eyes too.
"There's another customer," she said. "Never mind the customer. Tell me." "But I can't neglect customers. How would the hospital fare?"
"I'm more interested in how I fare at the hospital fair."
"Well," she whispered, as she flashed away, "possibly I might sometime let you have one a little-dearer-even than the ones they sell at a hospital fair."
Edwin Asa Dix.
TOUCAN: What 's the matter, Sam? You look nettled.
SLOTH: I am. This is my wife's cleaning day, and she's got the whole household turned upside down.