St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-05-25
knee to any God who will multiply the sor-

one and showing from his standpoint thei
Inconsistencies, he substituted others from
his own fertile imagination as being more
in accordance with the
BEAUTY AND CHARACTER
of a divine being. He thought that the
people of the world had got hold of the
wrong God. He pictured the narrow road
to heaven and people going in single file.
They could not stop to pick up a flower in
the pathway for fear serpent lay coiled
underneath. They could not look behind
to see if their wife OF dear ones were with
them, OF those they had known as friends
or companions. They must pursue the
narrow track to be with the angels. He
preferred to be with people he knew some
thing about. Angels might not like him
and he might not like the angels.
l am going the broad road. Broad
enough for wife; broad enough so that you
can hold your children by the hand; broad
enough for your friends; broad enough for
your enemies. I would rather be annihi-
lated than to sit at the right hand of God
forever, with nay worst enemy doomed to
eternal pain. I would rather be annihi-
lated than to sit at the right hand of Jesus
Christ with my wife and
LITTLE ONES IN HE'LL.
When Jesus was on earth and half a man
he sympathized with humanity, but now
that he is in heaven he would doom us to
everlasting punishment. 1t is bad thing
to get into Office. On the broad road, where
you can see the sunny fields, hear the
brooks, see the clouds, broad enough for
all there is of art and music; broad enough
for the drama; broad enough to include
every home, every father, every mother and
child. The broad road, as we travel along,
let us crowd between the dawn and dusk of
each day all the love we can. This great
world-this orange tree, where you find bud
and blossom, ripening and ripened fruit, for
every orange is life
LET US SQUEEZE IT DRY,
so that when death comes we can smilingly
say, ''yOu are welcome to the peel" Let
us go out Of it when we can. And the best
religion, it seems to me, in the world is this,
that every man make up his mind to make
a little heaven here for himself, for his
wife, for his children. Let him cultivate
tenderness and kindness; let him
cultivate courage, and above all, the
love of human liberty. Without that
we are simply savages. To-day / visited
your cemetery, and beautiful spot it is,
and as passed among gay blossoms and
FLASHING fountains, glancing at stately
monument or humble headstone, each bear
ing it's testimony of
AN HONEST LIFE
fifty ended, l thought of the hundreds
sleeping all about me. / thought of the
busy man of affairs, the humble toiler, the
pioneer, the mothers of babes, who had laid
aside lifes joys with it's burdens, and /
questioned myself if it can be possible that
intelligent human beings here in America
can believe in God that would dam four
fifthS of this silent multitude because of the
disblief in some miserable religion-som
petty creed born of ignorance and supersti-
ton. Don't you see that it is savage, that
it is brutal, that it is horrible! And let me
say tonight, for fear that you will mis-
understand my spirit, I know enough to be
satisfied that every man does as he must.
THAT MAKES ME- CHARITABLE.
That is the hope of the few; we will finally
find how to cultivate this field called the
world, so that we will raise only good men
and good women. But why I SO hate GER
tain forms of superstition is because they
have broken so many human hearts. That
is why I object. Why, think about it!
Look back! Think of what has
been! Think of what man has done to
defend himself from the gods that he has
made. / look. In gloomy caves see the
sacred serpents coiled, waiting for their
sacrificial prey. see their open jaws their
restless tongues, their glittering eyes, their
cruel fangs. / see them seize and crush in
many horrid folds children thrown by weep
ing parents to appease an imaginary ser
pent god. I look again. I see temples
wrought of stone; I see
affairs RED WITH HUMAN BLOOD;
I see priests thrust knives into the white
breasts of girls; I see other temples and
other affairs where flames devour the flesh of
babes. Hook again. / see other temples other
priests, other affairs dripping with the blood
of oxen, lambs and doves. look again
and see other temples, other priests and
other affairs WhereOn are sacrificed the liber-
ties of man; see the cathedrals of God,
the hutS and novels of peasants; see the
robes Of priests and kings; I see the rags of
honest men.
[ see a world at war-the lovers of God
are the destroyers of their fellow men; see
the n0blest and the best in chains millions
Of exiles, outcasts, wanderers, widows, or
phans; I see the instruments of torture;
see them used; hear the means of millions
dead; see science an outcast, liberty in
chains,
EVERY CRIME A VIRTUE,
every virtue crime; 1 see the faggots
flame, the PRISONS gloom; I see inteli
gence despised, stupidity sainted, hy-
pocrisy crowned, the white forehead of
honor wearing the brand of shame, and,
bending above the poor earth, religions
night without star. This was.
I look again, and in the east of hope the
first pale light, shed by the herald star
gives promise of another dawn. From the
ashes and the blood, the countless heroes
leap to avenge the past, to bless the future.
The highest peaks are
TOUCHED WITH HOLY LIGHT.
1 see the world again at war-and in the
chaos of the deadly strife thrones fall,
affairs crumble. The dawn has blossomed.
It is day. see discoveries sailing unknown
seas; inventors cunningly enslave the blind
forces of the world. Schools are built;
teachers take the place of priests. Philoso-
piers arise; lips grow rich with words of
truth; men wipe from their knees the dust
of superstition. This is.
What shall be? The kings and popes are
dead. Affairs and thrones have mingled
with the common dust. A new religion
SHEDS ITS HALO ON MANKIND.
1t is the religion of this world; the gospel
of health. The evangel Of peace and joy;
the religion of humanity. I see world
where labor reaps it's true reward a world
without prisons, without jails, without
asylums; a world on which the gibbet's
cursed shadow does not fall; aworld where
the poor girl, trying to make living by the
needle, that has been called the asp for the
breast of the poor, is not driven to the des-
perate choice of sin or death, of suicide or
shame. see world without the beggar's
outstretched palm; without the miser's
stony, heartless stare; without the livid lips
of lies; without the cruel eyes of scorn. I
see race without disease of flesh or brain
-shapely and fair, the married harmony
of form and function.
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