She has lifted them out of grief and care and doubt and fear, and made their lives beautiful; she found them wandering forlorn in a wintry wilderness, and has led them to a tropic paradise like that of which the poet sings: "O, islands there are on the face of the deep Where the leaves never fade and the skies never weep." To ask them to examine with a microscope the character of such a benefactor; to ask them to examine it at all; to ask them to look at a blemish which another person believes he has found in it--well, in their place could you do it?
Would you do it?
Wouldn't you be ashamed to do it?
If a tramp had rescued your child from fire and death, and saved its mother's heart from breaking, could you see his rags?
Could you smell his breath?
Mrs.Eddy has done more than that for these people.
They are prejudiced witnesses.

To the credit of human nature it is not possible that they should be otherwise.

They sincerely believe that Mrs.Eddy's character is pure and perfect and beautiful, and her history without stain or blot or blemish.

But that does not settle it.

They sincerely believe she did not borrow the Great Idea from Quimby, but hit upon it herself.