Mrs. Eddy has ever been noted for her modesty, her retiring disposition and proneness to underestimate herself and her powers. “Has Mrs. Eddy lost her power to heal?” she asks, and with characteristic bashfulness and self-depreciation she replies, “Has the sun forgotten to shine and the planets to revolve around it?” Sooner shall the light of the sun pale, sooner the planets fly from their orbits, than Mrs. Eddy part with her power to heal! So great was the healing influence that radiated from her personality that she sometimes healed unconsciously. “It was not an uncommon occurrence in my own church,” she says, “for the sick to be healed by my sermons. Many pale cripples went into the church leaning on crutches, who went out carrying them on their shoulders.” What an inestimable blessing it would be, if a person possessing such power should make a visit to the hospital in Boston for crippled children, and preach a little sermon there to the young unfortunates! Mrs. Eddy has but to step into her automobile and in twenty minutes she may be at this hospital, and by putting forth the power she says she has and healing the pale little cripples, as she says she has healed others, bring the whole world to her feet. In a letter to a friend written in March, 1896, she says over her autograph, but speaking of herself, as she often does, in the third person: “While Mrs. Eddy was in a suburban town of Boston she brought out one apple blossom on an apple tree in January, when the ground was covered with snow; and in Lynn demonstrated in the floral line some such small things.” That isn’t so remarkable as if an orange blossom had been brought out on the apple tree (as it would doubtless have been if Mrs. Eddy had thought of it), but it was quite an accomplishment, nevertheless. Mrs. Eddy’s “treatment,” probably of the “absent” variety, sent a summer’s warmth through the earth’s frozen surface and tingling with animation the sap in the roots sent it by leaps and bounds through the trunk into the ice-laden branches, and, presto! a tender, pink-white blossom, pushing its way through the ice, appeared. Mrs. Eddy is too reticent and too diffident. Why does she not tell us of the other equally well authenticated occasion upon which she brought out a few stars in the sky when the sun was at high noon, and “demonstrated” in the astronomical line some such large things.