The contrary movement--so vigorously progressive in modern days--has its real root in a gradually increasing conviction on the part of the English nation that they are all vermin. ('Worms' is the orthodox Evangelical expression.) Which indeed is becoming a fact, very fast indeed;--but was by no means so in the time of this psalm-singing squire. In his days, there was still a quite sharp separation between honest men and rogues; and the honest men were perfectly clear about the duty of trying to find out which was which. The confusion of the two characters is a result of the peculiar forms of vice and ignorance, reacting on each other, which belong to the modern Evangelical sect, as distinguished from other bodies of Christian men; and date therefore, necessarily, from the Reformation. They consist especially in three things. First, in declaring a bad translation of a group of books of various qualities, accidentally associated, to be the 'Word of God.' Secondly, reading, of this singular 'Word of God,' only the bits they like; and never taking any pains to understand even those. [95] Thirdly, resolutely refusing to practise even the very small bits they do understand, if such practice happen to go against their own worldly--especially money--interests. Of which three errors, the climax is in their always delightedly reading--without in the slightest degree understanding--the fourteenth Psalm; and never reading, nor apparently thinking it was ever intended they should read, the next one to it--the fifteenth. For which reason I gave you those two together, from the squire's version, last November,--and, this November and December, will try to make you understand both. For among those books accidentally brought together, and recklessly called the 'Word of God,' the book of Psalms is a very precious one. It is certainly not the 'Word of God'; but it is the collected words of very wise and good men, who knew a great many important things which you don't know, and had better make haste to know,--and were ignorant of some quite unimportant things, which Professor Huxley knows, and thinks himself wiser on that account than any quantity of Psalmists, or Canticle-singers either. The distinction between the two, indeed, is artificial, and worse than that, non-natural. For it is just as proper and natural, sometimes, to write a psalm, or solemn song, to your mistress, and a canticle, or joyful song, to God, as to write grave songs only to God, and canticles to your mistress. And there is, observe, no proper distinction in the words at all. When Jean de Meung continues the love-poem of William de Loris, he says sorrowfully:-- "Cys trespassa Guilleaume De Loris, et ne fit plus pseaume." "Here died William Of Loris, and made psalm no more." And the best word for "Canticles" in the Bible is "Asma," or Song, which is just as grave a word as Psalmos, or Psalm.