Arizona republican., 1906-08-30

house. You can see it from all parts of Boston. Inside it is the most beau i tiful symphony in white and gold the only touch of color being found in the
 rich crimson of the pulpit furnishings. The organ, soft toned and mellow, like I the touch of a hundred harpstrings, rolls and swells through the long gal l leries and the spacious corridors. This ! is midsummer in Boston-an unusu- i ally hot one. Every one who possibly can go is off at the beach or the noun tains. Yet each Sunday morning this church is crowded to it's utmost. I at tended one Wednesday evening service. | There were over four thousand people present. After an opening hymn, a reading from the Bible and its inter pretation from Mrs. Eddys key to the scriptures, and the Lords prayer in unison the meeting was handed over to the people. Dozens were on their feet ready for testimony. As many were still standing when the reader at
 9 o'clock announced the closing hymn.
 Strangest of all, a month before it's dedication, were sent out over the country requests that no more Contri-
 buttons be sent in. Everything was
 paid for; the church could be dedicated
 free of debt. There were no entertain
 ments given to raise money, simply in-
 dividual offerings each from his own
 purse. I have been to other churches.
 Not one has been half filled, and if
 full to OverfiOwing the number might
 be put in one gallery in the Mother Church. I questioned much with my self. I cannot understand its mean ing. l have nowhere else seen so many intelligent and splendid looking young men in an audience. l have found since coming here that the first meetA ing Mrs. Eddy held in Boston was in my aunt's parlor. the very home in
 which I lived while here in school
 Now. let's go out into Gods first temple, the one I love the best-the natural world. I have seen the same
 white beauty that I saw in the marble in the surf washed rocks by the sea and heard a sweeter melody than the organ gave in the roaring of the ocean. That yellow gold I saw in sun and flower wherever I turned and that same brilliant crimson in flowers by the wayside and sky tints at sunset time
 O. those beautiful drives through Bos- tons famous Fens There is no park just like it and the Lynn woods have a mystery in their silent beauty that is not to be fathomed through the ma terial sense. I would that I might wear cowl and go unseen into the silence of those green tents and medi- tate; the soul might come out purer from such an interview with nature.
 Had it not been for the many quiet, restful days I have had in the Ander- son home. reading and driving. I would not have been equal to the past three weeks of continued pleasure. l have been visiting my cousin in his beautiful Attleboro home and no one with d very small thin pOcketboOk ever had such glorious time. They have a big tour ing car. I have travelled hundreds of miles in auto fashion. It was a com plete novelty to me to travel so. We did the beautiful parks and the famous Fens of Boston; the parks and shops of Providence. We were at Cottage City. Martha's Vineyard when the New York
 Yacht club came down from Newport
 then We had sails on the briny deep, trips by yacht and steamer. We had a clam bake dinner at Fields Point, Rhode Island. We have camped at Lake Archer and there rOwed and canoed. We have travelled through for est and great expanses of green, and then along the shore when the air was cool with the tang of the sea and the