All loyal Christian Scientists hail with joy this pro- [10] posed type of universal Love; not so, however, with error, which hates the bonds and methods of Truth, and shudders at the freedom, might, and majesty of Spirit, —even the annihilating law of Love. I vindicate both the law of God and the laws of our [15] land. I believe,—yea, I understand,—that with the spirit of Christ actuating all the parties concerned about the legal quibble, it can easily be corrected to the satis- faction of all. Let this be speedily done. Do not, I im- plore you, stain the early history of Christian Science by [20] the impulses of human will and pride; but let the divine will and the nobility of human meekness rule this busi- ness transaction, in obedience to the law of Love and the laws of our land. As the ambassador of Christ’s teachings, I admonish [25] you: Delay not longer to commence building our church in Boston; or else return every dollar that you yourselves declare you have had no legal authority for obtaining, to the several contributors,—and let them, not you, say what shall be done with their money. [30] Of our first church in Boston, O recording angel! write: God is in the midst of her: how beautiful are her [Page 142.] feet! how beautiful are her garments! how hath He en- [1] larged her borders! how hath He made her wildernesses to bud and blossom as the rose! With love, MARY BAKER EDDY To Donors Of Boat, From Toronto, Canada. Written on receipt of a beautiful boat presented by Christian Scientists in Toronto, for the little pond at Pleasant View. The boat displays, among other beautiful decorations, a number of masonic symbols. [10] _Beloved Students and Friends_:—Accept my thanks for the beautiful boat and presentation poem. Each day since they arrived I have said, Let me write to the donors, —and what? My first impression was to indite a poem; my second, [15] a psalm; my third, a letter. Why the letter alone? Be- cause your dear hearts expressed in their lovely gift such varying types of true affection, shaded as autumn leaves with bright hues of the spiritual, that my Muse lost her lightsome lyre, and imagery of thought gave place to [20] chords of feeling too deep for words. A boat song seemed more Olympian than the psalm in spiritual strains of the Hebrew bard. So I send my answer in a commonplace letter. Poor return, is it not? [25] The symbols of freemasonry depicted on the boat wakened memory, touched tender fibres of thought, and I longed to say to the masonic brothers: If as a woman I may not unite with you in freemasonry, nor you with me in Christian Science, yet as friends we can feel the [30] [Page 143.] touch of heart to heart and hand to hand, on the broad [1] basis and sure foundation of true friendship’s “level” and the “square” of moral sentiments.