must have been carried on amid heaps of sacrificial
foulness--offal and skins and thick smoke and steaming putrescence." On
one occasion, when in a state of murderous frenzy, he cried out, "I will
make mine arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall devour flesh."

Jehovah's passion for bloodshed is proved out of his own mouth. Let
us now see his love of mutilation. He generally did this by proxy,
and enjoyed the spectacle without undergoing the trouble. Some of his
friends took a gentleman named Adoni-bezek, and "cut off his thumbs and
his great toes." Wishing to kill a certain Eglon, the king of Moab,
he sent an adventurer called Ehud with "a present from Jehovah." The
present turned out to be an eighteen-inch knife, which Ehud thrust into
Eglon's belly; a part of the body on which the Whitechapel murderer
is fond of experimenting. Jehovah's friend David, a man after his own
heart, mutilated no less than four hundred men, and gave their foreskins
to his wife as a dowry. Incurring Jehovah's displeasure and wishing to
conciliate him, he attacked certain cities, captured their inhabitants,
and cut them in pieces with saws, axes, and harrows.

Jehovah is particularly savage towards females. He cursed a woman for
eating an apple, and instead of killing her on the spot, he determined
to torture her every time she became a mother. A friend of his--and we
judge people by their friends--cut a woman up into twelve pieces, and
sent them to various addresses by parcels' delivery. Another of his
friends, called Menahem, made a raid on a certain territory, and "all
the women therein that were with child he _ripped up_." Jehovah himself,
being angry with the people of Samaria, promised to slay them with the
sword, dash their infants to pieces, and _rip up_ their pregnant women.
No doubt he fulfilled his promise, and he would scarcely have made it
if he had not been accustomed to such atrocities. It appears to us,
therefore, that he is fully entitled to the name of Jehovah the Ripper.

We have not exhausted our evidence. Far more could be adduced, but we
hope this will suffice. It may, of course, be objected that Jehovah has
reformed, that he is too old for midnight adventures, that he has lost
his savage cunning, and that his son keeps a sharp eye on the aged
assassin. But the ruling passion is never really conquered; it is even,
as the proverb says, strong in death. We venture, therefore, to suggest
that the Whitechapel murderer