CHAPTER IX.

YET MORE ESCAPES.

But there are many other sorts of peril in human life to which I may

briefly advert, as we all have had some experiences of the same. Who

does not know of his special financial temptation, some sanguine and

unscrupulous speculator urging him from rock to rock across the rapids

of ruin, till he is engulfed as by Niagara? Or of the manifestly

disinterested and generous capitalist, who gives to some young legatee a

junior partner's free arm-chair, only that he may utilise his money and

keep the house solvent for yet a year or two, utterly unheeding that ere

long the grateful beneficiaire must be dragged down with his chief to

poverty? Or, which of us has not had experience of some unjust will,

stealing our rights by evil influence? Or of the seemingly luckless

accident killing off our intending benefactor just before that promised

codicil? Or of the ruinous investment? Or of the bankrupt Life

Assurance? Or of the unhappy fact of your autograph, "a mere matter of

form," on the back of some dishonoured bill of one's defaulting friend?

Yet all these are providences too,--lessons of life, and parts of our

schools and schoolmasters.

And there are many like social evils besides. Let me delicately touch

one of them. I desire as an Ancient, now nearing the close of my

career, at least in this the caterpillar and soon to be chrysalis

condition of my being, to give my testimony seriously and practically to

the fact (disputed by too many from their own worse experience) that it

is quite possible to live from youth to age in many scenes and under

many circumstantial difficulties, preserving still through them all the

innocent purity of childhood. True, the crown of greater knowledge is

added to the Man; but although it be a knowledge both of evil and of

good, theoretically,--it need not practically be a guilty knowledge. If

one of any age, from the youngest to the oldest, has not the power of

self-control perpetually in exercise, and the good mental help of prayer

habitually at hand to be relied on, he is in danger, and may fall into

sin or even crime, at any hour, unless the Highest Power intervene. But,

if the senses are trained to resist the first inclinations to

unchastity, by the eye that will not look and the ear that will not

listen, then the doors of the mind are kept closed against the enemy,

and even "hot youth" is safe.

We live in a co-operative cycle of society; and amongst other

co-operations are all manner of guilds to encourage, by example,

companionship and the like, divers great virtues, and some less

important fads and fancies of the day: let me not be thought to

disparage any gatherings for prayer, or temperance, or purity; though

individual strong men may not need such congregated help as the weaker

brethren yearn for. Many a veteran now, changed to good morals from a

looser life in the past, may well hope to serve both God and man by

preaching purity to the young men around, by vowing them to a white

ribbon guild, and giving them the decoration of an ivory cross. But he

is apt to forget what young blood is, his own having cooled down apace;

anon he will find that Nature is not so easily driven back--_usque

recurrit_--and he will soon have to acknowledge that if the higher and

deeper influences of personal religion, earnest prayer, honest

watchfulness, and sincere--though it be but incipient--love of God and

desire to imitate Christ, are not chief motives towards the purification

of human passion, this brotherhood of a guild may tend to little except

self-righteousness, and it will be well if hypocrisy and secret sin does

not accompany that open boastfulness of a White Cross Order. After all

said and done, a man--or woman--or precocious child--must simply take

the rules of Christ and Paul, and Solomon, as his guide and guard, by

"Resisting," "Fleeing," "Cutting off--metaphorically--the right hand,

and putting out the right eye;" so letting "discretion preserve him and

understanding keep him;" but there is nothing like flight; it is easy

and speedy, and more a courage than a cowardice. Take a simple instance.

Some forty years ago, an author, well-known in both hemispheres, then

living in London, received by post a pink and scented note from "an

American Lady, a great admirer of his books, &c. &c.: would he favour

her by a call" at such an hotel, in such a square? Much flattered he

went, and was very gushingly received; but when the lady, probably not

an American (though comely enough to be one), after a profusion of

compliments went on to complain of a husband having deserted her, and to

throw herself not without tears on the kindness of her favourite author,

that individual thought it would be prudent to depart, and so promptly

remembering another engagement he took up his hat and--fled. He had

afterwards reason to be thankful for this escape, as for others. _I,

fac simile_; as no doubt you have done, and you will do, for there are

many Potipheras; ay, and there exist some Josephs too.

Other forms of evil in the way of heterodoxy and heresy have assailed

your confessor, as is the common case with most other people, whether

authors or not. The rashest Atheism or more cowardly Agnosticism are

rampant monsters, but have only affected my own spirit into forcing me

to think out and to publish my Essay on Probabilities, whereof I shall

speak further when my books come under review. But beyond these open

foes to one's faith, who has not met with zealous enthusiasts who urge

upon his acceptance under penalty of the worst for all eternity if

refused, any amount of strange isms,--Plymouth, Southcote, Swedenborg,

Irving, Mormon,--and of the other 272 sects which affect (perhaps more

truly infect) religion in this free land? I have had many of these

attacking me by word or letter on the excuse of my books. Who, if he

once weakly gives way to their urgent advice to "search and see for

himself," will not soon be addled and muddled by all sorts of

sophistical and controversial botherations, if even he is not tempted to

accept--for lucre if not godliness--the office of bishop, or apostle, or

prophet, or anything else too freely offered by zealots to new converts,

if of notoriety enough to exalt or enrich a sect; such sect in every

case proclaiming itself the one only true Church, all other sects being

nothing but impostors? We have all encountered such spiritual

perils,--and happy may we feel that with whatever faults and failings,

there is an orthodox and established form of religion amongst us in the

land. For my own part, I go freely to any house of prayer, national or

nonconformist, where the Gospel is preached and the preacher is capable:

all I want is a good man for the good word and work--and if he has the

true Spirit in him, I care next to nothing for his orders: though to

many less independent minds human authorisation may be a necessity. From

cradle hymns to the more serious prayings of senility, my own religion

in two words is crystallised as "Abba, Father;" my only priest being my

Divine Brother; and my Friend and Guide through this life and beyond it

the Holy Spirit, who unites all the family of God. May I die, as I have

lived, in this simple faith of childhood.

My "Probabilities" has, amongst others apposite, this sentence about the

origin of evil, and the usefulness of temptation: "To our understanding,

at least, there was no possible method of illustrating the amiabilities

of Goodness and the contrivances of Wisdom but by the infused permission

of some physical and moral evils; mercy, benevolence, design would in a

universe of Best have nothing to do; that universe itself would grow

stagnant, as incapable of progress; and the principal record of God's

excellences, the book of redemption, would have been unwritten. Is not

then the existence of evil justified in reason's calculation? and was

not such existence an antecedent probability?"

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