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Must Love Be Ever Treated With Profaneness As A Mere Illusion? Or With Coarseness As A Mere Impulse? Or With Fear As A Mere Disease? Or With Shame As A Mere Weakness? Or With Levity As A Mere Accident? Whereas It Is A Great Mystery And A Great Necessity, Lying At The Foundation Of Human Existence, Morality, And Happiness,--mysterious, Universal, Inevitable As Death.

Of Tobacco And Its Consequences, I Will Say Nothing But That The Practice Is At Too Bad A Pass To Leave Hope That Anything That Could Be Said In Books Would Work A Cure. If The Floors Of Boarding-houses, And The Decks Of Steam-boats, And The Carpets Of The Capitol, Do Not Sicken The Americans Into A Reform; If The Warnings Of Physicians Are Of No Avail, What Remains To Be Said? I Dismiss The Nauseous Subject.

I Certainly Never Believed, More Or Less, In The "essential Doctrines" Of Christianity, Which Represent God As The Predestinator Of Men To Sin And Perdition, And Christ As Their Rescuer From That Doom. I Never Was More Or Less Behuiled By The Trickery Of Language By Which The Perdition Of Man Is Made Out To Be Justice, And His Redemption To Be Mercy.

As The Astronomer Rejoices In New Knowledge Which Compels Him To Give Up The Dignity Of Our Globe As The Centre, The Pride, And Even The Final Cause Of The Universe, So Do Those Who Have Escaped From The Christian Mythology Enjoy Their Release From The Superstition Which Fails To Make Them Happy, Fails To Make Them Good, Fails To Make Them Wise, And Has Become As Great An Obstacle In The Way Of Progress As The Prior Mythologies Which It Took The Place Of Two Thousand Years Ago.

This Noble Word [women], Spirit-stirring As It Passes Over English Ears, Is In America Banished, And 'ladies' And 'females' Substituted: The One To English Taste Mawkish And Vulgar; The Other Indistinctive And Gross.