REPLY TO A BUFFALO CRITIC.

_Question_. What have you to say in reply to the letter in to-

day's _Times_ signed R. H. S.?

_Answer_. I find that I am accused of "four flagrant wrongs," and

while I am not as yet suffering from the qualms of conscience, nor

do I feel called upon to confess and be forgiven, yet I have

something to say in self-defence.

As to the first objection made by your correspondent, namely, that

my doctrine deprives people of the hope that after this life is

ended they will meet their fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers,

long since passed away, in the land beyond the grave, and there

enjoy their company forever, I have this to say: If Christianity

is true we are not quite certain of meeting our relatives and

friends where we can enjoy their company forever. If Christianity

is true most of our friends will be in hell. The ones I love best

and whose memory I cherish will certainly be among the lost. The

trouble about Christianity is that it is infinitely selfish. Each

man thinks that if he can save his own little, shriveled, microscopic

soul, that is enough. No matter what becomes of the rest.

Christianity has no consolation for a generous man. I do not wish

to go to heaven if the ones who have given me joy are to be lost.

I would much rather go with them. The only thing that makes life

endurable in this world is human love, and yet, according to

Christianity, that is the very thing we are not to have in the

other world. We are to be so taken up with Jesus and the angels,

that we shall care nothing about our brothers and sisters that have

been damned. We shall be so carried away with the music of the

harp that we shall not even hear the wail of father or mother.

Such a religion is a disgrace to human nature.

As to the second objection,--that society cannot be held together

in peace and good order without hell and a belief in eternal torment,

I would ask why an infinitely wise and good God should make people

of so poor and mean a character that society cannot be held together

without scaring them. Is it possible that God has so made the

world that the threat of eternal punishment is necessary for the

preservation of society?

The writer of the letter also says that it is necessary to believe

that if a man commits murder here he is destined to be punished in

hell for the offence. This is Christianity. Yet nearly every

murderer goes directly from the gallows to God. Nearly every

murderer takes it upon himself to lecture the assembled multitude

who have gathered to see him hanged, and invite them to meet him

in heaven. When the rope is about his neck he feels the wings

growing. That is the trouble with the Christian doctrine. Every

murderer is told he may repent and go to heaven, and have the

happiness of seeing his victim in hell. Should heaven at any time

become dull, the vein of pleasure can be re-thrilled by the sight

of his victim wriggling on the gridiron of God's justice. Really,

Christianity leads men to sin on credit. It sells rascality on

time and tells all the devils they can have the benefit of the

gospel bankrupt act.

The next point in the letter is that I do not preach for the benefit

of mankind, but for the money which is the price of blood. Of

course it makes no difference whether I preach for money or not.

That is to say, it makes no difference to the preached. The

arguments I advance are either good or bad. If they are bad they

can easily be answered by argument. If they are not they cannot

be answered by personalities or by ascribing to me selfish motives.

It is not a personal matter. It is a matter of logic, of sense--

not a matter of slander, vituperation or hatred. The writer of

the letter, R. H. S., may be an exceedingly good person, yet that

will add no weight to his or her argument. He or she may be a very

bad person, but that would not weaken the logic of the letter, if

it had any logic to begin with. It is not for me to say what my

motives are in what I do or say; it must be left to the judgment

of mankind. I presume I am about as bad as most folks, and as good

as some, but my goodness or badness has nothing to do with the

question. I may have committed every crime in the world, yet that

does not make the story of the flood reasonable, nor does it even

tend to show that the three gentlemen in the furnace were not

scorched. I may be the best man in the world, yet that does not

go to prove that Jonah was swallowed by the whale. Let me say

right here that if there is another world I believe that every soul

who finds the way to that shore will have an everlasting opportunity

to do right--of reforming. My objection to Christianity is that

it is infinitely cruel, infinitely selfish, and I might add infinitely

absurd. I deprive no one of any hope unless you call the expectation

of eternal pain a hope.

_Question_. Have you read the Rev. Father Lambert's "Notes on

Ingersoll," and if so, what have you to say of them or in reply to

them?

_Answer_. I have read a few pages or paragraphs of that pamphlet,

and do not feel called upon to say anything. Mr. Lambert has the

same right to publish his ideas that I have, and the readers must

judge. People who believe his way will probably think that he has

succeeded in answering me. After all, he must leave the public to

decide. I have no anxiety about the decision. Day by day the

people are advancing, and in a little while the sacred superstitions

of to-day will be cast aside with the foolish myths and fables of

the pagan world.

As a matter of fact there can be no argument in favor of the

supernatural. Suppose you should ask if I had read the work of

that gentleman who says that twice two are five. I should answer

you that no gentleman can prove that twice two are five; and yet

this is exactly as easy as to prove the existence of the supernatural.

There are no arguments in favor of the supernatural. There are

theories and fears and mistakes and prejudices and guesses, but no

arguments--plenty of faith, but no facts; plenty of divine revelation,

but no demonstration. The supernatural, in my judgment, is a

mistake. I believe in the natural.

--_The Times_, Buffalo, New York, May 19, 1884.

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