Jan. 31– 1888As Written:'88
I have only have time to write you a few words tonightAs Written:to-night, as I have spent the whole evening with Mrs Stetson. I know you will be glad to hear that after groanings innumerable, the child – yclept the New York Church of Christ is born. Poor little thing! it was a question last week of its safe delivery, and even now two of its godfathers As Written: god-fathers stand aloof. I think if Job himself were here Messers Campbell and Snyder would try his patience. Our triumvirateAs Written:triumverate, Stetson Sawyer and Lathrop have done nothing but coddle them – hence our slowness in getting our church started. We have all three, individually and collectively, begged them in moving accents to tell us, what they found wrong in us have offered ourselves as the dirt under their feet, to be trodden upon: but no, they even refused to step on us – "there was no personality in Science". In the meantime, as much as three weeks ago the Association – which was only an AssociationAs Written:Ass. in name – as we had, as yet, neither constitution or bylaws As Written: by-laws – was dissolved sine die, and a church society organized When we met to ballot for trustees, neither gentleman was present. We voted them in all the same. The next week we met again, and they were present, but refused absolutely to act. This afternoon we had service, and neither one of them, nor their wivesEditorial Note: Lysbeth L. Campbell and Carrie Harvey Snider were present. They may excuse themselves just as they please, they certainly have failed us in our hour of need. I imagine they blame me in some wayAs Written:someway, but I cannot get them to tell me what ails me, and as I am trying to do my duty to the best of my knowledge, I do not lie awake nights trying solve the conundrum. We had a most delightful service this afternoon. It is the first time I have heard Mrs Stetson. I never loved her so much as when I heard her preach.