Beloved Students:—On the 21st day of May, A. D.
151894, with quiet, imposing ceremony, is laid the corner- stone of "The First Church of Christ, Scientist," in Boston.
18It 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,
21by 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-
24sand dollars toward building The Mother Church. A quiet call from me for this extra contribution, in aid of our Church Building Fund, found you all "with one
27accord 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.
1The granite for this church was taken from the quar- ries in New Hampshire, my native State. The money
3for 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
6of 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
9this address, the subscription list on which appear your several names in your own handwriting, your textbook, "Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures," and
12other works written by the same author, your teacher, the Discoverer and Founder of Christian Science; (1) with- out pomp or pride, laid away as a sacred secret in the
15heart of a rock, there to typify the prophecy, "And a man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tempest; . . . as the shadow of a great rock in
18weary 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."
21To-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
24righteous, and fresh as a summer morn, — that, from earth's pillows of stone, our visible lives are rising to God. As in the history of a seed, so may our earthly
27sowing bear fruit that exudes the inspiration of the wine poured into the cup of Christ.
To-day I pray that divine Love, the life-giving Prin-