"When thou goest forth to war against thine enemies, and the Lord thy G.o.d hath delivered them into thine hands, and thou hast taken them captives;
"And seest among the captives a beautiful woman, and hast a desire unto her, that thou wouldst have her to be thy wife;
"Then thou shalt bring her home to thine house; and she shall shave her head, and pare her nails."--Deut. xxi, 10, 11, 12.
(That is self-defense, I suppose!)
I need not go further in bible quotations to show that woman, throughout the old testament, is a degraded being, having no rights which her husband, father, brother, or uncle is bound to respect.
Still, that is bible doctrine, and that bible is the word of a just and omniscient G.o.d!
Does the bible teach the existence of devils? Of course it does. Yes, it teaches not only the existence of a good being, but a bad being.
This good being has to have a home; that home was heaven. This bad being had to have a home; and that home was h.e.l.l. This h.e.l.l is supposed to be nearer to earth than I would care to have it, and to be peopled with spirits, spooks, hobgoblins, and all the fiery shapes with which the imagination of ignorance and fear could people that horrible place; and the bible teaches the existence of h.e.l.l and this big devil and all these little devils. The bible teaches the doctrine of witchcraft and makes us believe that there are sorcerers and witches, and that the dead could be raised by the power of sorcery. Does anybody believe it now?
"Then said Saul unto his servants, seek me a woman that hath a familiar spirit, that I may go to her and inquire of her. And his servants said to him, Behold, there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at Endor."
In another place he declares that witchcraft is an abomination unto the Lord. He wants no rivals in this business. Now what does the new testament teach:
"Then was Jesus lead up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil.
"And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights, he was afterward a-hungered.
"And when the tempter came to him, he said if thou be the Son of G.o.d, command these stones to be made bread.
"But He answered and said it is written, man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of G.o.d.
"Then the devil taketh him up into the holy city and setteth him on a pinnacle of the temple;
"And saith unto him. If thou be the Son of G.o.d, cast thyself down, for it is written, He shall give His angels charge concerning thee; and in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest at any time thou dash thy foot against a stone.
"Jesus said unto him, it is written again, Thou shalt not tempt the Lord, thy G.o.d, and Him only shalt thou serve."--Matt. iv, 1-7.
(Is it possible that anyone can believe that the devil absolutely took G.o.d Almighty, and put him upon the pinnacle of the temple, and endeavored to persuade him to jump down? Is it possible?)
"Again, the devil taketh him into an exceedingly high mountain, and showeth him all the kingdoms of the world, and the glory of them;
"And saith unto him, All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.
"Then saith Jesus unto him, Get thee hence, Satan, for it is written, Thou shalt worship the Lord thy G.o.d, and him only shalt thou serve."--Matthew iv, 8-11.
(Now only the devil must have known at that time that He was G.o.d, and G.o.d at that time must have known that the other was the devil, who had the impudence to promise G.o.d a world in which he did not have a tax-t.i.tle to an inch of land.)
Now, what of the Sabbath--the Lord"s day? Why is Sunday the Lord"s day? If Sunday alone is the Lord"s day, whose day is Monday, Tuesday, Friday, etc.? No matter! The idea, that G.o.d hates to hear your children laugh on Sunday! On Sunday let your children play games. I see a poor man who hasn"t money enough to go to a big church, and he has too much independence to go to the little church which the big church built for charity. If he enters the portals of the big church with poor clothes on, the usher approaches him with a severe face, and "Brother, I"m sorry, but only high-toned servants of the living G.o.d congregate in this church for worship, and with that seedy suit on they cannot admit you. All the seats in this magnificent edifice are owned and represented by "solid" men, by men of capital. We pay our pastor $5,000 a year--the annual eight weeks vacation thrown in--and it would not be profitable for us to seriously encourage the attendance of so insignificant a person as yourself. Just around the corner there is a little cheap church with a little cheap pastor, where they can dish up h.e.l.l to you in an approved style--in a style more suitable to your needs and condition; and the dish will not be as expensive to you, either!"
If I had chanced to be that poor man in the seedy garments, and had been endeavoring to serve my Maker for even half a century, I would have felt like muttering audibly, "You go to h.e.l.l!" (I am not much given to profanity, but when I am sorely aggravated and vexed in spirit, I declare to you that it is such a relief to me, such a solace to my troubled soul, and gives me such heavenly peace, to now and then allow a word or phrase to escape my lips which can serve the no other earthly purpose, seemingly, than to render emphatic my otherwise mildly expressed ideas. I make this confession parenthetically, and in a whisper, my friends, trusting you will not allow it to go further.)
Now, I tell you, if you don"t want to go to church, go to the woods and take your wife and children and a lunch with you, and sit down upon the old log and let the children gather flowers, and hear the leaves whispering poems like memories of long ago! and when the sun is about going down, kissing the summits of the distant hills, go home with your hearts filled with throbs of joy and gladness, and the cheeks of your little ones covered with the rose-blushes of health! There is more recreation and solid enjoyment in that than putting on your Sunday clothes and going to a ca.n.a.l-boat with a steeple on top of it and listening to a man tell you that your chances are about ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine to one for being eternally d.a.m.ned!
Oh, strike with a hand of fire, weird musician, thy harp, strung with Apollo"s golden hair! Fill the vast cathedral aisles with symphonies sweet and dim, deft toucher of the organ"s keys! Blow, bugler, blow, until thy silver notes do touch and kiss the moonlit waves, and charm the lovers wandering mid the vine-clad hills!--but know your sweetest strains are but discord compared with childhood"s happy laugh--the laugh that fills the eyes with light and every heart with joy! O, rippling river of laughter; thou art the blessed boundary line between beasts and men, and every wayward wave of thine doth drown some fretful fiend of care. O, Laughter, rose-lipped daughter of joy, there are dimples enough in thy cheek to catch and hold and glorify all the tears of grief!
Do not make slaves of your children on Sunday. Don"t place them in long, straight rows, like fence-posts, and "Sh! children, it"s Sunday!"
when by chance you hear a sound or rustle. Let winsome Johnny have light and air, and let him grow beautiful; let him laugh until his little sides ache, if he feels like it; let him pinch the cat"s tail until the house is in an uproar with his yells--let him do anything that will make him happy. When I was a little boy, children went to bed when they were not sleepy, and always got up when they were? I would like to see that changed--we may see it some day. It is really easier to wake a child with a kiss than a blow; with kind words than with harshness and a curse. Another thing: let the children eat what they want to. Let them commence at whichever end of the dinner they please. They know what they want much better than you do. Nature knows perfectly well what she is about, and if you go a-fooling with her you may get into trouble. The crime charged to me is this: I insist that the bible is not the word of G.o.d; that we should not whip our children; that we should treat our wives as loving equals; that G.o.d never upheld polygamy and slavery; deny that G.o.d ever commanded his generals to slaughter innocent babes and tear and rip open women with the sword of war; that G.o.d ever turned Lot"s wife into a pillar of salt (although she might have deserved that fate); that G.o.d ever made a woman out of a man"s, or any other animal"s rib! And I emphatically deny that G.o.d ever signed or sealed a commission appointing his satanic majesty governor-general over an extensive territory popularly styled h.e.l.l, with absolute power to torture, burn, maim, boil, or roast at his pleasure the victims of his master"s displeasure! I deny these things, and for that I am a.s.sailed by the clergy throughout the United States.
Now, you have read the bible romance of the fall of Adam? Yes, well, you know that nearly or quite all the religions of this world account for the existence of evil by such a story as that! Adam, the miserable coward, informed G.o.d that his wife was at the bottom of the whole business! "She did tempt me and I did eat!" And then commenced a row, and we have been engaged in it ever since! You know what happened to Adam and his wife for her transgressions?
In another account of what is said to have been the same transaction--which is the most sensible account of the two--the Supreme Brahma concluded, as he had a little leisure, that he would make a world, and a man and woman. He made the world, the man, and then the woman, and then placed the pair on the Island of Ceylon. (Bear in mind, there were no ribs used in this affair.) This island is said to be the most beautiful that the mind of man can conceive of. Such birds you never saw, such songs you never heard! and then such flowers, such verdure! The branches of the trees were so arranged that when the winds swept through, there floated out from every tree melodious strains of music from a thousand! Aeolian harps! After Brahma put them there, he said: "Let them have a period of courtship, for it is my desire and will that true love should forever precede marriage." And with the nightingale singing, and the stars twinkling, and the little brooklets murmuring, and the flowers blooming, and the gentle breezes fanning their brows, they courted, and loved! What a sweet courtship.
Then Brahma married the happy pair, and remarked: "Remain here; you can be happy on this island, and it is my will that you never leave it." Well, after a little while the man became uneasy, and said to the wife of his youth, "I believe I"ll look about a little." He determined to seek greener pastures. He proceeded to the western extremity of the island, and discovered a little narrow neck of land connecting the island with the mainland, and the devil--they had a genuine devil in those days, too, it seems, who is always "playing the devil" with us--produced a mirage, and over on the mainland were such hills and vales, such dells and dales, such lofty mountains crowned with perpetual snow, such cataracts clad in bows of glory, that he rushed breathlessly back to his wife, exclaiming:--"O, Heva! the country over there is a thousand times better and lovelier than this; let us migrate." She, woman-like, said "Adami, we must let well enough alone; we have all we want; let us stay here." But he said: "No, we will go." She followed him, and when they came to this narrow neck of land, he took her upon his back and carried her across. But at the instant he put her down there was a crash, and looking back they discovered that this narrow neck of land had fallen into the sea. The mirage had disappeared, and there was nothing but rocks and sand, and the Supreme Brahma cursed them to the lowest h.e.l.l. Then Adami spoke--and it showed him to be every inch a man--"Curse me, but curse not her; it was not her fault, it was mine." (Our Adam says, with a pusillanimous whine,--Curse her, for it is her fault: she tempted me and I did eat!"
The world, today, is teeming with just such cowards!) Then said Brahma, "I will save her, but not thee." And then spoke his wife, out of the fullness of the love of a heart in which there was enough to make all her daughters rich in holy affection, "If thou wilt not spare him, spare neither me; I do not wish to live without him. I love him."
Then magnanimously said the Supreme Brahma, "I will spare you both, and watch over you and your children forever!"
Now, tell me truly, which is the grander story? The book containing this story is full of good things; and yet Christians style as heathens those who have adopted this book as their guide, and spend thousands of dollars annually in sending missionaries to convert them!
It has been too often conceded that because the new testament contains, in many pa.s.sages, a lofty and terse expression of love as the highest duty of man, Christianity must have a tendency to enn.o.ble his nature.
But Christianity is like sweetened whisky and water--it perverts and destroys that which it should nourish and strengthen.
Christianity makes an often fatal attack on a man"s morality--if he happens to be blessed with any--by subst.i.tuting for the sentiments of love and duty to our neighbors, a sense of obligation of blind obedience to an infinite, mysterious, revengeful, tyrannical G.o.d! The real principle of Christian morality, is servile obedience to a dangerous Power! Dispute the a.s.sertions of even your priest as to the requirements, dislikes, desires and wishes of the Almighty, and you might as well count yourself as lost, sulphurically lost! If you are one of G.o.d"s chosen, or in other words, have been saved, and are even so fortunate as to attain to the glories and joys of the gold-paved streets of heaven, you are expected, in looking over the banisters of heaven down into the abyss of eternal torture, to view with complacency the agonized features of your mother, sister, brother, or infant child--who are writhing in h.e.l.l--and laugh at their calamity! You are not allowed to carry them a drop of water to cool their parched tongue!
And if you are a Christian, you at this moment believe you will enjoy the situation!
If a man in a quarrel cuts down his neighbor in his sins, the poor, miserable victim goes directly to h.e.l.l! The murderer may reasonably count on a lease of a few weeks of life, interviews his pastor, confesses the crime, repents, accepts the grace of G.o.d, is forgiven, and then smoothly and gently slides from the rudely-constructed scaffold into a haven of joy and bliss, there to sing the praises of the Lamb of G.o.d forever and forever! Poor, unfortunate victim! Happy murderer!
Ah, what a beautiful religion humanitarianism and charity* might become!
[* The following incident, showing Col. Ingersoll"s disposition to practice what he preaches whenever the opportunity presents itself, we have never before seen in print. One day, during the winter of 1863-4, when the colonel had a law office in Peoria. Ill.--and before the close of the late war of the rebellion--a thinly clad, middle-aged, lady-like woman came into his office and asked a.s.sistance, "My good woman, why do you ask it?" "Sir, my husband is a private in the --th Illinois infantry, and stationed somewhere in Virginia, but I do not know where as I have not heard from him for nearly six months, although previous to that time I seldom failed to get a letter from him as often as once a week, and whenever he received his pay the most of his money came to me. To tell the truth, I do not know whether he is living or not. But one thing I do know, I do not hear from him. I have seven children to provide for, but no money in the house, not a particle of bread in the pantry, nor a lump of coal in the shed, and the landlord threatening to turn us out in the storm. This city pledged itself to give wives a certain sum monthly, providing they consented to their husband"s responding to the call of the President for troops, but, disregarding these pledges, we and our children are left to starve and freeze, and to be turned out of our houses and homes by relentless landlords. Now, sir, can you tell me what I am to do?
The Colonel drew his bandanna from his great coat pocket, lightly touched his eyes with it, and rising to his feet, pointed to a chair--"Sit down, madame, and remain till I return. I will be back in a few minutes." He picked up a half-sheet of legal-cap and a pencil, and departed for the law and other offices of the building--of which there were several. Entering the first that appeared, "Good morning, Smith, give me half-a-dollar." "Well, now, colonel, you are--" "Never mind if I am--I must have it!" It came. He entered another. "h.e.l.lo!
colonel, what"s new?" "I want a half-dollar from you!" "What for?"
"None of your business--I want the money." He got it. He entered a third. "h.e.l.lo, Bob! Anything new on eter--" "Never mind, I must have fifty cents!" "But--" "But nothing, Jones, give me what I ask for."
Of course he got what he asked for. So on through fourteen offices, from which he obtained $7. Returning to his office, he put his hand in his own pocket and drew forth a $5 note, and handed the woman $12.
"Take this, my good woman, and make it go as far as you can. If you obtain relief from no other source, call on me again and I will do the best I can for you!" And still Col. Ingersoll is styled by h.e.l.l-fire advocates an infidel, atheist, dog!]
To do so sweet a thing as to love our neighbors as we love ourselves; to strive to attain to as perfect a spirit as a Golden Rule would bring us into; to make virtue lovely by living it, grandly and n.o.bly and patiently the outgrowth of a brotherhood not possible in this world where men are living away from themselves, and trampling justice and mercy and forgiveness under their feet!
Speaking of the different religions, of course they are represented by the different churches; and the best hold of the churches, and the surest way of giving totally depraved humanity a realizing sense of their utterly lost condition, is to talk and preach h.e.l.l with all its horrible, terrible concomitants. True, the different priests advocate the doctrine, only when they see that it is the only thing to rouse the sinners from their lethargy; for where is the man who will not accept the grace of Jesus Christ, if he becomes convinced that his state in the hereafter is a terrible one! The ministers of the different churches know full well which side of their bread is b.u.t.tered. A priest is a divinity among his people--a man around whom his parishioners throw a glamour of sanct.i.ty, and one who can do no wrong; albeit, his chief and growing characteristics are tyranny, arrogancy, self-conceit, deception, bigotry and superst.i.tion! Tyrannical do I call them? Most a.s.suredly! Suppose, for example, the Methodist, or Presbyterian church had the power to decide whether you, or I, or any other man, should be a Methodist or Presbyterian, and we should decline to follow the path pointed out to us, or either of us, what I solemnly and candidly ask you, would be the result? Our fate would be more terrible than their endless h.e.l.l! The inquisition would rise again in all its horrid blackness! Instruments of torture would darken our vision on every hand! But, thank G.o.d--not that terrible being whom Christians would have us believe is our Maker--this is a free land--free as the air we breathe; and you and I can partake of the orthodox waters of life freely, or we can let them alone! When I see a man perched upon a pedestal called a "pulpit" a man who is one of nature"s n.o.blemen, physically, and fully able to breast the storms of life and earn his honest living--telling his hearers with perspiring brow and all his might and main of the terrors of the seething cauldron of h.e.l.l, and how certain it is that they are to be unceremoniously dumped therein to be boiled through all ages, yet never boiled done--unless they seek salvation--when I look upon that man, honor bright, I pity him, for I cannot help comparing him with the lower animals! Then there is a reaction, and I feel an utter contempt for him, for he may know, when he declares h.e.l.l is a reality, that he is lying!
Now, of the deception of the preacher. At the close of a sermon in an orthodox church, Rev. Mr. Solemnface steps to the side of Bro.
Everbright, who has been absent from the brimstone-mill for several months:
"Ah, Bro. Everbright, how do you do? Long time since I have seen you; how"s your family? Quite well? Is it well with thee today? Rather lukewarm, eh? Sorry, sorry. Well, brother, can you do something for us financially, today? Our people think my pulpit is too common, and say a couple hundred will put it in good shape, and make it desirable and attractive. Can you contribute a few dollars to the fund?"
"Well, Bro. Solemnface, for four long months I have been ill; not a day"s work have I done, and not a cent of money have I that I can call my own. Next year I trust I can do something for the cause of my Maker."
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h!" and Bro. S."s face a.s.sumes a terrible look of disappointment, and he is gone in a moment. Out upon such a fraud!
The pulpits of the land are full of them. The world is cursed with them! They possess all the elements of vagabonds, dead-beats, falsifiers, beggars, vultures, hyenas and jackals!
In past ages the cross has been in partnership with the sword, and the religion of Christ was established by murderers, tyrants and hypocrites. I want you to know that the church carried the black flag, and I ask you what must have been the civilizing influence of such a religion? Of all the selfish things in this world, it is one man wanting to get to heaven, caring nothing what becomes of the rest of mankind, saying: "If I can only get my little soul in!" I have always noticed that the people who have the smallest souls make the most fuss about getting them saved. Here is what we are taught by the church of today. We are taught by them that fathers and mothers can all be happy in heaven, no matter who may be in h.e.l.l; that the husband could be happy there, with the wife that would have died for him at any moment of his life, in h.e.l.l. But they say, "h.e.l.l, we don"t believe in fire.
I don"t think you understand me. What we believe in now is remorse."
What will you have remorse for? For the mean things you have done when you are in h.e.l.l? Will you have any remorse for the mean things you have done when you are in heaven? Or will you be so good then that you won"t care how you used to be? I tell you today, that no matter in what heaven you may be, no matter in what star you are spending the summer; if you meet another man whom you have wronged, you will drop a little behind in the tune. And, no matter in what part of h.e.l.l you are, you will meet some one who has suffered, whose nakedness you have clothed, and the fire will cool up a little. According to this Christian doctrine, you won"t care how mean you were once. Is it a compliment to an infinite G.o.d to say that every being He ever made deserved to be d.a.m.ned the minute He had got him done, and that He will d.a.m.n everybody He has not had a chance to make over? Is it possible that somebody else can be good for me, and that this doctrine of the atonement is the only anchor for the human soul?
We sit by the fireside and see the flames and sparks fly up the chimney--everybody happy, and the cold wind and sleet beating on the window, and out on the doorstep a mother with a child on her breast freezing. How happy it makes a fire, that beautiful contrast. And we say G.o.d is good, and there we sit, and there she sits and moans, not one night, but forever. Or we are sitting at the table with our wives and children, everybody eating, happy and delighted, and Famine comes and pushes out its shriveled palms, and, with hungry eyes, implores us for a crust; how that would increase the appet.i.te! And that is the Christian heaven. Don"t you see that these infamous doctrines petrify the human heart? And I would have every one who hears me swear that he will never contribute another dollar to build another church, in which is taught such infamous lies. Let every man try to make every day a joy, and G.o.d cannot afford to d.a.m.n such a man. Consequently humanity is the only real religion.
"Man"s inhumanity to man Makes countless millions mourn."