have gone in an unbroken
column down to eternal wrath. And they not only admit this, but
insist upon it, to the end that subscriptions may not cease. With
them salary and salvation are convertible terms.

The tone of this book is not of the highest. Too much stress is
laid upon social advantages--too much respect for fashionable folly
and for ancient absurdity. It is hard for me to appreciate the
feelings of one who thinks it difficult to give up the consolations
of the gospel. What are the consolations of the Church of England?
It is a religion imposed upon the people by authority. It is the
gospel at the mouth of a cannon, at the point of a bayonet, enforced
by all authority, from the beadle to the Queen. It is a parasite
living upon tithes--these tithes being collected by the army and
navy. It produces nothing--is simply a beggar--or rather an
aggregation of beggars. It teaches nothing of importance. It
discovers nothing. It is under obligation not to investigate. It
has agreed to remain stationary not only, but to resist all
innovation. According to the creed of this church, a very large
proportion of the human race is destined to suffer eternal pain.
This does not interfere with the quiet, with the serenity and repose
of the average clergyman. They put on their gowns, they read the
service, they repeat the creed and feel that their duty has been
done. How any one can feel that he is giving up something of value
when he finds that the Episcopal creed is untrue is beyond my
imagination. I should think that every good man and woman would
overflow with joy, that every heart would burst into countless
blossoms the moment the falsity of the Episcopal creed was
established.

Christianity is the most heartless of all religions--the most
unforgiving, the most revengeful. According to the Episcopalian
belief, God becomes the eternal prosecutor of his own children.
I know of no creed believed by any tribe, not excepting the tribes
where cannibalism is practiced, that is more heartless, more inhuman
than this. To find that the creed is false is like being roused
from a frightful dream, in which hundreds of serpents are coiled
about you, in which their eyes, gleaming with hatred, are fixed on
you, and finding the world bathed in sunshine and the songs of
birds in your ears and those you love about you.

--_New York World_, November 18, 1888.

WORKING GIRLS.

_Question_. What is your opinion of the