Endurance Is The Free Companion Of Sorrow,

I Speak "with Absolute Certainty" Only So Far As My Own Personal Belief Is Concerned. Those Who Have Not The Same Warrant For Their Belief As I Have, Would Be Very Credulous And Foolish To Accept It On Blind Faith. Nor Does The Writer Believe Any More Than Her Correspondent And His Friends In Any "authority" Let Alone "divine Revelation"!

"true Science Has No Belief," Says Dr. Fenwick, In Bulwer-lytton's 'strange Story;' "true Science Knows But Three States Of Mind: Denial, Conviction, And The Vast Interval Between The Two, Which Is Not Belief, But The Suspension Of Judgment." Such, Perhaps, Was True Science In Dr. Fenwick's Days. But The True Science Of Our Modern Times Proceeds Otherwise; It Either Denies Point-blank, Without Any Preliminary Investigation, Or Sits In The Interim, Between Denial And Conviction, And, Dictionary In Hand, Invents New Graeco-latin Appellations For Non-existing Kinds Of Hysteria!

Ridicule Is The Deadliest Weapon Of The Age.

It Is, Then, By Those Shadows Of The Hoary Past And Their Fantastic Silhouettes On The External Screen Of Every Religion And Philosophy, That We Can, By Checking Them As We Go Along, And Comparing Them, Trace Out Finally The Body That Produced Them.

The Man Might Have Become A Power, But He Preferred To Remain An Ass.