"Three weeks ago I quitted my nurse and sick-room _en route_ for Portland. The belief of my recovery had died out of the hearts of those who were most anxious for it. With this mental and physical depression, I first visited P. P. Quimby, and in less than one week from that time I ascended by a stairway of one-hundred and eighty-two steps to the dome of the City Hall, and am improving _ad infinitum_.... I have employed electro-magnetism and animal magnetism, and for a brief period I have felt relief ... but in no instance did I get rid of a return of all my ailments, because I had not been helped out of the error in which opinions involve us. My operator believed in disease independent of mind; hence I could not be wiser than my teacher. But now I can see, dimly at first, and only as trees walking, the great principle which underlies Dr. Quimby's faith and works; and just in proportion to my right perception of truth is my recovery. This truth, which he opposes to the error of giving intelligence to matter and placing pain where it never placed itself, if received understandingly, changes the currents of the system to their normal action, and the mechanism of the body goes on undisturbed. That this is a science capable of demonstration becomes clear to the minds of those patients who reason upon the process of their cure. The truth which he establishes in the patient cures him (although he may be wholly unconscious thereof), and the body, which is full of light, is no longer in disease." The communication of Mrs. Mary Baker G. Eddy--then Mrs. Mary M. Patterson--which she published in the Portland _Courier_, was criticised, the next day, November 8th, 1862, by the Portland _Advertiser_. In reply to that paper she said: "P. P. Quimby stands upon the plain of wisdom with his truth. Christ healed the sick, but not by jugglery or with drugs. As the former speaks as never man before spake, and heals as never man healed since Christ, is he not identified with truth, and is not this the Christ which is in him?... P. P. Quimby rolls away the stone from the sepulcher of error, and health is the resurrection.... But light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not."[14] Dr. Quimby having died on the 16th of January, 1866, Mrs. M. B. G. Patterson--not to be Mrs. M. B. G. Patterson Eddy until 1867--"sent to me," says Mr. Julius Dresser in his _True History of Mental Science_, "a copy of a poem she had written to his memory." With the poem was sent the following letter: LYNN, February 15, 1866. MR. DRESSER: "_Sir_,--I enclose some lines of mine in memory of our much loved friend, which perhaps _you_ will not think overwrought in meaning: _others_ must, of course. "I am constantly wishing that _you_ would step forward into the place he has vacated. I believe you would do a vast amount of good, and are more capable of occupying his place than any other I know of.