died � through the long hours of horrible unnatural of pain � when cold sweat stood in drops on her childish face she would clutch my hands and cry out eternal for ever and ever and ever � could it be like this � for ever and ever and ever y then she would sob out god god god in terrible helpless prayer she had not strength for other words sprang to his feet and thrust out his hand his pallid face don t tell me any more he said i cannot � i cannot bear it she bore it said until death ended it was there no to save her cried was she terrified like that when she died the man who afterwards took her child � the man d answered was a kindly soul at the last moment he took her poor little hand and patted it and told her not to be frightened she turned to him as if for refuge he had a big mellow voice and a tender protecting way he said don t be frightened it s all right and his were the last words she heard god bless the fellow he is exclaimed i should like to grasp his hand � the john delivered his lectures in many in connection with the de claim cities that year the discussion they gave rise to had the natural result of awakening a keen interest in them there were excellent souls who and them there were excellent souls who condemned there were even ministers of the gospel who preached against the man as an and a pagan and forbade their to join his but his lecture halls were always crowded and the hundreds of faces to him when he arose upon his platform were the faces of eager breath less yearning creatures he was a man speaking to men not an echo of old he uttered no threats he painted no he called aloud to that god in man which is his soul that god which is in you � in me he proclaimed has lain because man having made for himself in the dark ages gods of wood and stone demanding awful sacrifice called forth for himself later a deity as material though embodied in no physical form � a god of vengeance and everlasting this is the man created deity and in his name man has so that the god which is man s soul has been silenced let this god rise and he will so demand justice and noble mercy from all creatures to their fellows that temptation and suffering will cease what can we do no good deed without the promise of paradise as reward can we refrain from no evil unless we are driven to it by the threat of hell are j we such base that we make of our j souls and bargain for them across a counter let us awake i say to you from the deepest depths of my aching soul � if there were no god to bargain with then all the more awful need that each man constitute himself a of justice pity and mercy � until the world s wounds are healed and in connection with the claim each human thing can stand erect and claim the joy of life which is his own on the morning of the day he said these words to the crowd which had to hear him he had talked long with for some weeks he had not been strong the passion of intensity which ruled him when he spoke to his was too strong an emotion to leave no physical trace after a lecture or sermon he was often pallid and shaken i have things to say he exclaimed to there are things which must be said the spoken word lives � for good or evil it is a sound sent echoing through all the ages to come some men have awakened echoes which have thrilled throughout the world to speak one s thought � to use mere words � it seems such a small thing � and yet it is my conviction that nothing which is said is really ever forgotten and his face was white his eyes burning when at night he leaned forward to fling forth to his hearers his final i say to you were there no god to bargain with then all the more awful need that each man constitute himself a god of justice pity and mercy � until the world s wounds are healed and each human thing can stand erect and claim the joy of life which is his own the people went away after the lecture murmuring among themselves some of them carried away awakening in their eyes they all spoke of the man himself of his compelling power the fire of meaning in his face and the musical far reaching voice which carried to the remotest corner of the most crowded buildings it is not only his words one is reached by it was said in connection with the de claim it is the man s self truly he cries out from the depths of his soul this was true it was the man himself nature had armed him well � with strength with force with a tragic sense of the anguish of things and with that brain which labours far in advance of the thought of the hour men with such brains � brains which work fiercely and even in their own despite � reach conclusions not yet arrived at by their world and are called some are madly some have been made but their spoken word passes onward and if not in their own day in that to morrow which is the to day of other men the truth of their harvest is and bound into at the closing of his lectures men and women crowded about him to speak to him to grasp his hand 