LETTER XXXVI.

Three years have passed since I began these letters. Of the first, and

another, I forget which, a few more than a thousand have been sold;

and as the result of my begging for money, I have got upwards of two

hundred pounds. The number of the simple persons who have thus trusted

me is stated at the end of this letter. Had I been a swindler, the

British public would delightedly have given me two hundred thousand

pounds instead of two hundred, of which I might have returned them,

by this time, say, the quarter, in dividends; spent a hundred and

fifty thousand pleasantly, myself, at the rate of fifty thousand a

year; and announced, in this month's report, with regret, the failure

of my project, owing to the unprecedented state of commercial affairs

induced by strikes, unions, and other illegitimate combinations among

the workmen.

And the most curious part of the business is that I fancy I should

have been a much more happy and agreeable member of society, spending

my fifty thousand a year thus, in the way of business, than I have

been in giving away my own seven thousand, and painfully adding to it

this collection of two hundred, for a piece of work which is to give

me a great deal of trouble, and be profitable only to other people.

Happy, or sulky, however, I have got this thing to do; and am only

amused, instead of discouraged, by the beautiful reluctance of the

present English public to trust an honest person, without being

flattered, or promote a useful work, without being bribed.

It may be true that I have not brought my plan rightly before the

public yet. "A bad thing will pay, if you put it properly before the

public," wrote a first-rate man of business the other day, to one of

my friends. But what the final results of putting bad things properly

before the public will be to the exhibitor of them, and the public

also, no man of business that I am acquainted with is yet aware.

I mean, therefore, to persist in my own method; and to allow the public

to take their time. One of their most curiously mistaken notions is

that they can hurry the pace of Time itself, or avert its power. As

to these letters of mine, for instance, which all my friends beg

me not to write, because no workman will understand them now;--what

would have been the use of writing letters only for the men who have

been produced by the instructions of Mr. John Stuart Mill? I write to

the labourers of England; but not of England in 1870-73. A day will

come when we shall have men resolute to do good work, and capable of

reading and thinking while they rest; who will not expect to build

like Athenians without knowing anything about the first king of

Athens, not like Christians without knowing anything about Christ:

and then they will find my letters useful, and read them. And to

the few readers whom these letters now find, they will become more

useful as they go on, for they are a mosaic-work into which I can put

a piece here and there as I find glass of the colour I want; what is

as yet done being set, indeed, in patches, but not without design.

One chasm I must try to fill to-day, by telling you why it is so

grave a heresy (or wilful source of division) to call any book,

or collection of books, the 'Word of God.'

By that Word, or Voice, or Breath, or Spirit, the heavens and earth,

and all the host of them, were made; and in it they exist. It is your

life; and speaks to you always, so long as you live nobly;--dies out

of you as you refuse to obey it; leaves you to hear, and be slain by,

the word of an evil spirit, instead of it.

It may come to you in books,--come to you in clouds,--come to you in

the voices of men,--come to you in the stillness of deserts. You must

be strong in evil, if you have quenched it wholly;--very desolate in

this Christian land, if you have never heard it at all. Too certainly,

in this Christian land you do hear, and loudly, the contrary of

it,--the doctrine or word of devils, speaking lies in hypocrisy;

forbidding to marry, recommending women to find some more lucrative

occupation than that of nursing the baby; and commanding to abstain

from meats, (and drinks,) which God has appointed to be received

with thanksgiving. For "everything which God has made is good, and

nothing to be refused, if it be sanctified by the Word of God." And

by what else?

If you have been accustomed to hear the clergyman's letter from which I

have just been quoting, as if it were itself the word of God,--you have

been accustomed also to hear our bad translation of it go on saying,

"If it be sanctified by the Word of God, and prayer." But there is

nothing whatever about prayer in the clergyman's letter,--nor does

he say, If it be sanctified. He says, "For it is sanctified by the

Word of God, and the chance that brings it." [102] Which means, that

when meat comes in your way when you are hungry, or drink when you

are thirsty, and you know in your own conscience that it is good for

you to have it, the meat and drink are holy to you.

But if the Word of God in your heart is against it, and you know that

you would be better without the extra glass of beer you propose to

take, and that your wife would be the better for the price of it,

then it is unholy to you: and you can only have the sense of entire

comfort and satisfaction, either in having it, or going without

it, if you are simply obeying the Word of God about it in your

mind, and accepting contentedly the chances for or against it; as

probably you have heard of Sir Philip Sidney's accepting the chance

of another soldier's needing his cup of water more than he, on his

last battle-field, and instantly obeying the Word of God coming to

him on that occasion. Not that it is intended that the supply of these

good creatures of God should be left wholly to chance; but that if we

observe the proper laws of God concerning them, and, for instance,

instead of forbidding marriage, duly and deeply reverence it, then,

in proper time and place, there will be true Fors, or chancing on,

or finding of, the youth and maid by each other, such in character

as the Providence of Heaven appoints for each: and, similarly,

if we duly recognize the laws of God about meats and drinks, there

will for every labourer and traveller be such chancing upon meat

and drink and other entertainment as shall be sacredly pleasant to

him. And there cannot indeed be at present imagined a more sacred

function for young Christian men than that of hosts or hospitallers,

supplying, to due needs, and with proper maintenance of their own

lives, wholesome food and drink to all men: so that as, at least,

always at one end of a village there may be a holy church and vicar,

so at the other end of the village there may be a holy tavern and

tapster, ministering the good creatures of God, so that they may be

sanctified by the Word of God and His Providence.

And as the providence of marriage, and the giving to each man the

help meet for his life, is now among us destroyed by the wantonness

of harlotry, so the providence of the Father who would fill men's

hearts with food and gladness is destroyed among us by prostitution

of joyless drink; and the never to be enough damned guilt of men,

and governments, gathering pence at the corners of the streets,

standing there, pot in hand, crying, 'Turn in hither; come, eat of

my evil bread, and drink of my beer, which I have venomously mingled.'

Against which temptations--though never against the tempters--one

sometimes hears one's foolish clergy timorously inveighing; and telling

young idlers that it is wrong to be lustful, and old labourers that it

is wrong to be thirsty: but I never heard a clergyman yet, (and during

thirty years of the prime of my life I heard one sermon at least every

Sunday, so that it is after experience of no fewer than one thousand

five hundred sermons, most of them by scholars, and many of them by

earnest men,) that I now solemnly state I never heard one preacher

deal faithfully with the quarrel between God and Mammon, or explain

the need of choice between the service of those two masters. And all

vices are indeed summed, and all their forces consummated, in that

simple acceptance of the authority of gold instead of the authority

of God; and preference of gain, or the increase of gold, to godliness,

or the peace of God.

I take then, as I promised, the fourteenth and fifteenth Psalms for

examination with respect to this point.

The second verse of the fourteenth declares that of the children of

men, there are none that seek God.

The fifth verse of the same Psalm declares that God is in the

generation of the righteous. In them, observe; not needing to be

sought by them.

From which statements, evangelical persons conclude that there are

no righteous persons at all.

Again, the fourth verse of the Psalm declares that all the workers

of iniquity eat up God's people as they eat bread.

Which appears to me a very serious state of things, and to be put

an end to, if possible; but evangelical persons conclude thereupon

that the workers of iniquity and the Lord's people are one and the

same. Nor have I ever heard in the course of my life any single

evangelical clergyman so much as put the practical inquiry, Who is

eating, and who is being eaten?

Again, the first verse of the Psalm declares that the fool hath said

in his heart there is no God; but the sixth verse declares of the poor

that he not only knows there is a God, but finds Him to be a refuge.

Whereupon evangelical persons conclude that the fool and the poor

mean the same people; and make all the haste they can to be rich.

Putting them, and their interpretations, out of our way, the Psalm

becomes entirely explicit. There have been in all ages children

of God and of man: the one born of the Spirit, and obeying it;

the other born of the flesh, and obeying it. I don't know how that

entirely unintelligible sentence, "There were they in great fear,"

got into our English Psalm; in both the Greek and Latin versions it is,

"God hath broken the bones of those that please men."

And it is here said of the entire body of the children of men, at a

particular time, that they had at that time all gone astray beyond

hope; that none were left who so much as sought God, much less who

were likely to find Him; and that these wretches and vagabonds were

eating up God's own people as they ate bread.

Which has indeed been generally so in all ages; but beyond all

recorded history is so in ours. Just and godly people can't live; and

every clever rogue and industrious fool is making his fortune out of

them, and producing abominable works of all sorts besides,--material

gasometers, furnaces, chemical works, and the like,--with spiritual

lies and lasciviousness unheard of till now in Christendom. Which

plain and disagreeable meaning of this portion of Scripture you will

find pious people universally reject with abhorrence,--the direct

word and open face of their Master being, in the present day, always

by them, far more than His other enemies, "spitefully entreated,

and spitted on."

Next for the fifteenth Psalm.

It begins by asking God who shall abide in His tabernacle, or movable

tavern; and who shall dwell in His holy hill. Note the difference of

those two abidings. A tavern, or taberna, is originally a hut made

by a traveller, or sticks cut on the spot; then, if he so arrange it

as to be portable, it is a tabernacle; so that, generally a portable

hut or house, supported by rods or sticks when it is set up, is a

tabernacle;--on a large scale, having boards as well as curtains,

and capable of much stateliness, but nearly synonymous with a tent,

in Latin.

Therefore, the first question is, Who among travelling men will have

God to set up his tavern for him when he wants rest?

And the second question is, Who, of travelling men, shall finally

dwell, desiring to wander no more, in God's own house, established

above the hills, where all nations flow to it?

You, perhaps, don't believe that either of these abodes may, or do,

exist in reality: nor that God would ever cut down branches for

you; or, better still, bid them spring up for a bower; or that He

would like to see you in His own house, if you would go there. You

prefer the buildings lately put up in rows for you "one brick thick

in the walls," [103] in convenient neighbourhood to your pleasant

business? Be it so;--then the fifteenth Psalm has nothing to say to

you. For those who care to lodge with God, these following are the

conditions of character.

They are to walk or deal uprightly with men. They are to work or do

justice; or, in sum, do the best they can with their hands. They are

to speak the truth to their own hearts, and see they do not persuade

themselves they are honest when they ought to know themselves to be

knaves; nor persuade themselves they are charitable and kind, when

they ought to know themselves to be thieves and murderers. They are

not to bite people with their tongues behind their backs, if they dare

not rebuke them face to face. They are not to take up, or catch at,

subjects of blame; but they are utterly and absolutely to despise

vile persons who fear no God, and think the world was begot by mud,

and is fed by money; and they are not to defend a guilty man's cause

against an innocent one. Above all, this last verse is written for

lawyers, or professed interpreters of justice, who are of all men

most villainous, if, knowingly, they take reward against an innocent

or rightfully contending person. And on these conditions the promise

of God's presence and strength is finally given. He that doeth thus

shall not be moved, or shaken: for him, tabernacle and rock are alike

safe: no wind shall overthrow them, nor earthquake rend.

That is the meaning of the fourteenth and fifteenth Psalms; and if

you so believe them, and obey them, you will find your account in

it. And they are the Word of God to you, so far as you have hearts

capable of understanding them, or any other such message brought

by His servants. But if your heart is dishonest and rebellious,

you may read them for ever with lip-service, and all the while be

'men-pleasers,' whose bones are to be broken at the pit's mouth,

and so left incapable of breath, brought by any winds of Heaven. And

that is all I have to say to you this year.

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