In drawing Mrs. Eddy's portrait it has been my purpose to restrict
myself to materials furnished by herself, and I believe I have done
that. If I have misinterpreted any of her acts, it was not done
intentionally.
It will be noticed that in skeletonizing a list of the qualities which
have carried her to the dizzy summit which she occupies, I have not
mentioned the power which was the commanding force employed in achieving
that lofty flight. It did not belong in that list; it was a force that
was not a detail of her character, but was an outside one. It was
the power which proceeded from her people's recognition of her as
a supernatural personage, conveyer of the Latest Word, and divinely
commissioned to deliver it to the world. The form which such a
recognition takes, consciously or unconsciously, is worship; and worship
does not question nor criticize, it obeys. The object of it does not
need to coddle it, bribe it, beguile it, reason with it, convince
it--it commands it; that is sufficient; the obedience rendered is not
reluctant, but prompt and whole-hearted. Admiration for a Napoleon,
confidence in him, pride in him, affection for him, can lift him high
and carry him far; and these are forms of worship, and are strong
forces, but they are worship of a mere human being, after all, and are
infinitely feeble, as compared with those that are generated by that
other worship, the worship of a divine personage. Mrs. Eddy has this
efficient worship, this massed and centralized force, this force which
is indifferent to opposition, untroubled by fear, and goes to battle
singing, like Cromwell's soldiers; and while she has it she can command
and it will obey, and maintain her on her throne, and extend her empire.
She will have it until she dies; and then we shall see a curious and
interesting further development of her revolutionary work begin.