Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1890-02-27
How to Treat IngcrsOll.

The following questions having
been submitted to a college professor
he replies rs follows in the Albany
Jou1Wut.:
Dear Professor Are not Ingcr.
SOILS arguments unanswcrablc
What are you going to do about it
SEVERAL STUDENTS.
So you.arc cat half dollar apiece
arc you? No, no; cannot mswc,
him. Boys,>4 rccall,hc incident in
my e3ecr and impctuons youth Of
wasting pound and half of bird
shot on Il small owl. followed him
from tree to tree, and shot away Il
hatful Of feathers, and when he died
of fatigue | found that his body was
about as large as Il robins and put
it to no earthly use. He was Il
deceptive target. If | understand
the gentleman from Peoria, he
wishes to libcratc youth from the
incubus and thraldom of supcrsti-
ton. That devastating influence of
the country clcrgyman's on $500 per
annum and a donation is what wor-
rics Robert, and he proposes to cure
it and eradicate it for the tritlnp
pittancc OF $3.50 per lecture. Fo.
nifty cents he proposes to libcrate
your mind from that influence which
filtered into it from the trembling
lips OF your mother, and free from
the charm of superstition loaned
upon your soul by the rough but
loving hand Of your father. OF
course he worries about you more
than those old fogics did--for fifty
cents.
You look around yon in the city
here and you discover several mil
lions Of dollars invested in hospitals,
scminarics, asylums, forced on the
suffering community by the same
mythical, miraculous and supcrsti-
tlous incubus OF religion. You ask
the gentleman from Peoria where
his little public institutions arc,
founded by his peculiar teaching,
and h, says in an discontinued
manner, "Fiity cents at The door"
Boys, you sec some times poor
mans funeral procession, with a
democrat wagon, and n little coffin
in it so small you can carry il under
your arm. y poor couple walk be-
hind it with breaking hearts. Their
baby is in the little coffin. 1t was
their all. Their hearts are broken.
Oh, if we only had Bob there to tell
them about liberty and myths and
mirac)cs-for fifty ccms-how it
would cheer them up.
But you say there are so many
intidcls. Boys, you are mistaken.
An intdcl is an abnormal growth,
and Nature feels funny once and u
while and creates a irick, G. =, the
living skeleton, the fat woman, the
two-hcadcd girl. SO there is about
one iniidcl to million sane men.
The most of these fellows are
amateur intidcls. They talk lngcrsoll
in fair weather, and pray themselves
hoarsc every time it thundcrs. a
wcll-dcvclopcd case Of cholera NOR
bus will knock their inlicdlity out Of
them and have them in a cold sweat
like china dog in an icc-housc. !
know them. The most OF them are
like the boy who runs away from
home and comes back TO stay with
father at nights.
Then, again, boys, take look
around you when you invest another
fifty cents in liberty, and compare
the crowd with the kind Of people
you find in almost any church. Is
1T the odor of sanctity you smell :?
Hardly, boys, hardly. But you can
cat peanuts there and choke on the
shells while you applaud the funny
jokes about the heaven where you
know in your heart you hope your
mother IS, or hear the humble Naza-
rene ridiculcd, who, you think, and
always will think, gave a home to
your wear. old father when he left
The earth.