My dear students may have explained to the kind par- ticipants in beautifying this boat our spiritual points, [5] above the plane of matter. If so, I may hope that a closer link hath bound us. Across lakes, into a kingdom, I reach out my hand to clasp yours, with this silent bene- diction: May the kingdom of heaven come in each of your hearts! [10] With love, MARY BAKER EDDY Address,—Laying The Corner-Stone. _Beloved Students_:—On the 21st day of May, A.D. 1894, with quiet, imposing ceremony, is laid the corner- [15] stone of “The First Church of Christ, Scientist,” in Boston. It gives me great pleasure to say that you, principally the Normal class graduates of my College, well known physicians, teachers, editors, and pastors of churches, [20] by contributions of one thousand dollars each, husband and wife reckoned as one, have, within about three months, donated the munificent sum of forty-two thou- sand dollars toward building The Mother Church. A quiet call from me for this extra contribution, in aid of [25] our Church Building Fund, found you all “with one accord in one place.” Each donation came promptly; sometimes at much self-sacrifice, but always accompanied with a touching letter breathing the donor’s privileged joy. [Page 144.] The granite for this church was taken from the quar- [1] ries in New Hampshire, my native State. The money for building “Mother’s Room,” situated in the second story of the tower on the northeast corner of this build- ing, and the name thereof, came from the dear children [5] of Christian Scientists; a little band called Busy Bees, organized by Miss Maurine R. Campbell. On this memorable day there are laid away a copy of this address, the subscription list on which appear your several names in your own handwriting, your textbook, [10] “Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures,” and other works written by the same author, your teacher, the Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science;(4) without pomp or pride, laid away as a sacred secret in the heart of a rock, there to typify the prophecy, “And a man [15] shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; ... as the shadow of a great rock in a weary land:” henceforth to whisper our Master’s promise, “Upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.” [20] To-day, be this hope in each of our hearts,—precious in God’s sight as shall be the assembling of His people in this temple, sweet as the rest that remaineth for the righteous, and fresh as a summer morn,—that, from earth’s pillows of stone, our visible lives are rising to [25] God. As in the history of a seed, so may our earthly sowing bear fruit that exudes the inspiration of the wine poured into the cup of Christ.