The History of the Last Trial by Jury for Atheism in England: A Fragment of Autobiography Submitted for the Perusal of Her Majesty's Attorney-General and the British ClergyHolyoake, George Jacob
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The History of the Last Trial by Jury for Atheism in England: A Fragment of Autobiography Submitted for the Perusal of Her Majesty's Attorney-General and the British Clergy
Holyoake, George Jacob
Atheism -- England; Holyoake, George Jacob, 1817-1906 -- Trials, litigation, etc.; Trials (Blasphemy) -- England
As I grew up I attended missionary meetings, and my few pence were given
to that cause. When told of heathen kings who knew not God, and caged
their miserable victims, I shuddered at their barbarity and prayed for
their conversion. O waste of money and prayers that should have been
employed on Christian men. O infantile fatuity! Do I not reap the
whirlwind for my pains? I learned the accents of piety from my mother's
lips. She was and still is a religious woman. Whatever may be the
dissent I entertain, I have never spoken of her opinions in the language
of contempt. I have always left her (as she to her honour has left me),
to enjoy her own opinions. In early youth I was religious. I question
whether there is any here who have spent more time than I did as
a Sunday school teacher. I have given hours, which I ought to have
employed in improving myself, in improving others. It is not without
giving to Christianity time and attention--without knowing what it
was--that I have given it up. Some lines I contributed to a religious
publication at that time, will show the tone of thought which inquiry
has subsequently changed:--
THE REIGN OF TIME.
The proudest earthly buildings show,
Time can all things devour;
E'en youth and beauty's ardent glow,
And manhood's intellectual brow,
Betray the spoiler's power:
How soon we sink beneath his sway--
He glances, and our heads turn gray.
Though, over all this earthly ball,
Time's standard is unfurled,
And ruins loud to ruins call
Throughout this time-worn world--
Yet from this wreck of earthly things,
See how the soul exulting springs.
And after the archangel's wand
Has wav'd o'er earth and sea,
And Time has stopped at his command,
The soul will nourish and expand
Through all eternity.
Religion--lovely, fair, and free--
Holds forth this immortality.
By all the glories of the sky,
To mortals yet unknown--
And by the worm that ne'er shall die,
The fires that always burn--
By all that's awful or sublime,
Ye sons of men improve your time.*
* 'Baptist Tract Magazine.' Vol. ii., p. 341.
It was stated by one of the magistrates that my being of no religion was
no crime. I may conclude from what I heard this morning that I am not to
be punished for not being religious. It was argued in, the _Cheltenham
Chronicle_ that my expressing my opinions was no crime, and I was at
some loss to know what my crime was. The charge stated I was guilty of
_blasphemy_. In the depositions made against me, it is stated that I
was brought before the Cheltenham magistrates on a charge of felony. I
believe now what I have to answer is the accusation of uttering certain
words offensive to the _Cheltenham Chronicle_.
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