, 1892-12-29
ANTI -THEOSOPHY.
A Hot Shot at the New Faith and
its Missionary.
A Writer Tells what Annie Besant
should Have Done TO be Consist
emit with Her Teaehings---s.NO
ExceIIency without CaIvary,s

ExceIIency without CaIvary's
Crosse
Editor Tribune:
Many Of us are familiar with aliases, and
any right thinking person is at once sus-
picious Of any person or thing that must
travel under an assumed name in order to
get living.
We hear a great deal just now in certain
circles about Theosophy; when we come to
make a study Of the thing so much named
efind it compound of Buddhism and
Astrology, put into modern language.
The wornout and disproVed theories of
the long-ago, the rude, barbarous. cruel
ages, that were before the dawn of civiliza-
ton, are dragged from their graves and
made platable by having heir disgusting
grossness hidden under a inongrel tormi-
nology stolen from the altar and borrowed
from the pot-house. Under the full sway
of this theory, It's devotees will not kill the
deadly cobra because they believe in the
doctrine Of the 'transmigration of souls, ,"
and the cobra whose venom has slain my
child may be my mOther-in-laW Such
nonsense IN its bald, nahed, shameless, un-
truthfulness, no one with a grain of sense
dare preach. Butt Shakespeare, yonder,
in England, where a man must be born p
to be great, by the might Of his genius and
the power of his industry, achieves greater
fame than all the titled snobocracy of his
day, and now we have a fawnilg panderer
and apologizer for these who comes and
tells US that the great dramatist is a RESIN
carnation of some mighty soul Of the long
ago.
Abraham Lincoln was of parents, the
poorest of the poor. Many slaves of that
day were better circumstanced than they
He was consequently not himself but the
stage dressing of some great SOUL thrown
into a crisis of earth's history to solve the
paramount problem. Sheridan, that
thunderbolt of war, the son OF an Irish
menial, was not himself, but the reincar-
nation Of" Mars" Bahil Such non
sense prated in the ears of Americans who
believe in the aristocracy of manhood, the
supremacy of industry and the fegnancy
of achieved success.
What is the logical inference of this mess
of pottage for which some are selling their
souls2
Here it is From some fountain came
life, its setting and environments. The
first soul was a spark from the fountain, or
all-soul; hence, the only human identity
there can be is physical. The only part Of
life that is human is the spectacular.
Souls-the predicates of all actiOns-are
the beams of spiritual light which illume
the material night We have no soul
identity, for what we call soul is simply
the reincarnatiOn Of fraction of the great
soul that is the fountain universal When
at last the drama we call living has run its
course, and the lights in the theater of
universal action grow gray and old and die,
and the human of life crumbles like the
mold over the face Of buried ages, the all
soul will collect; emanated beams, reincar-
mated fractions, all will assemble and haV-
ing been all-pOwerful and exerted itself at
will, the all-soul must be satisfied with the
result Ofits effort; and having played out
its ideas will sink into oblivion on the emo
tionless and mOtionless bosom of eternity.
Buddhism tells US that this is Nirvana;
Theosophy tells us-a lie. If am a mask,
a puppet, what incentive to action, what
ennobling ambition, what uplifting pur-
pose can come into my life. The only
heaven that this system can offer is--Ob-
liViOn. The spectacle of a woman who owes
the opportunity she prostitutes to preach
ing hopeless Gospel, to the acceptance
and practice of the precepts of the
Christ she maligns, in professedly Chris
tian church, teaching such "rot, - is para
dOx Of history. Were she consistent with
the teachings she has espOused, she would
be the willing slave of the husband she
abandoned, and despite whatever cruelty( p
he might practice toward or upon her
would, if life lasted, serve him till he died,
and then fling herself into his funeral pyre
and perish with his ashes
Turn you and look The eyes Of the
world are straining toward where the
mountain peaks of a near approaching CEN
tury are glinting with the dawn In that
century students and worshipers have faith
that ere it goes the prayer lisped by
baby lips at mothers knees, prayed by
strong men and women through cienched
Jaws amid the thunder of life's battle, and
trembling on the quavering voice of age
"halting feebly to the tomb" will be an
swered, and "His kingdom, and His will be
done as it is in heaven"
There is no eXcellency without labor
there is no good save by effort, there is no
holiness without sacrifice. There Is no ex-
cellence, or good, or holiness that has come
to earth save that which came by the way
of Calvary's cross. and they who lift a
hand against the sweep of its victorious
march, or liYe so as to retard its regnancy
over human hearts, or teach that which
weakens its hold upon human lives, is like
the one who scuttles the ship in mid
ocean, designing suicide, but carrying to
death with him all the ships company.
S. A. B.
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