Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
These remarks recalled Mr. Percy’s earnest talk to me when he, with both
of my hands clasped in his, and tears in his eyes, gazing into mine,
begged me, for the love of God and for the sake of my own soul, to keep
myself pure and clean. And I remember, too, that never, in all the years
of my school days, did our burly principal or the teachers utter a word
on a subject that was of infinitely more importance, than all our
mathematics or history or our whole school course of study. When I have
thought of the ruin of some of my schoolmates, through their ignorance
of danger, I have bitterly blamed the whole false or deficient system of
education. Only the pure in heart shall see God, but purity is entirely
left out of our school education and mostly from the services in the
churches.
Mr. Jasper continued, “I joined the church of my parents during my
college life, and for years afterwards, I accepted the Bible as the
inspired word of God, and all that the church taught as direct from Him.
I never had a doubt about these things. I often wondered when others
spoke of their doubts. The fact was, that I never read or thought of
anything contrary to what I had blindly accepted as the truth. I was
happy in this state of mind or ignorance. This continued for years. To
be as brief as possible: I engaged in business and met with reverses
through the betrayal of some men professing to be Christians. What to do
I did not know. I was like a man shipwrecked on a desert island, or
rather cast away among savages, for those whom I supposed my friends
turned against me. Men whom I had assisted begged to be excused, ‘it was
not convenient,’ or ‘some other time,’ when I asked for a little
assistance. Men whom I had put upon their feet at a sacrifice to myself
hardly knew me when we met. Once it was ‘Harry,’ but then, ‘Mister’ of
the coolest kind. I was criticised and censured for becoming poor. When
a man is down everybody, even his former friends, are ready to give him
a kick. Mankind is very much like the vultures we see in India. Not one
of them in sight anywhere until a poor brute is wounded, when they are
seen coming in every direction to pull their victim to pieces and devour
him. The world can forgive anything but poverty.
“I expected to find some sympathy and kindness in the church where I had
taken a prominent part, but instead, I was told in effect that I had
better take a back seat. This seemed to me intensely cruel and unjust.
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