I will copy his newspaper account, and the reader will see that Mrs.Eddy's portrait is not there now: "We lately stood on the threshold of the Holy of Holies of the Mother-Church, and with a crowd of worshippers patiently waited for admittance to the hallowed precincts of the 'Mother's Room.' Over the doorway was a sign informing us that but four persons at a time would be admitted; that they would be permitted to remain but five minutes only, and would please retire from the 'Mother's Room' at the ringing of the bell.

Entering with three of the faithful, we looked with profane eyes upon the consecrated furnishings.

A show-woman in attendance monotonously announced the character of the different appointments.
Set in a recess of the wall and illumined with electric light was an oil-painting the show-woman seriously declared to be a lifelike and realistic picture of the Chair in which the Mother sat when she composed her 'inspired' work.

It was a picture of an old-fashioned?
country, hair cloth rocking-chair, and an exceedingly commonplace-looking table with a pile of manuscript, an ink-bottle, and pen conspicuously upon it.

On the floor were sheets of manuscript.