"Ask me not, maiden, what I believe. I can only hope. But this I know,
that there is need to you and to me, to all of us of this generation, to
whom the old fallacious dogmas of dead creeds are meaningless, of faith.
This is not the age of belief. The things which have been considered
necessary draperies to religion are stripped off; but because truth is
naked, it is none the less truth. Faith in that part of ourselves which
is not of earth, we must hold fast to, when all else is rent from our
feeble natures."
"You should be a preacher. I think that you have got the right end of
the truth, perhaps--"
Barbara, who had sat a silent listener to this conversation between the
two young people, now spoke for the first time.
"I know little of the modern scientific theories, which Mr. Graham
thinks have stripped religion of much that used to belong to it; but to
me the denial of a Creator is the most illogical and ignorant act of
which the human mind is capable. Look at that house we are just
passing. If I should tell you that it never was built, that no architect
or workman ever planned and executed its design, you would say that my
talk was too idle to require contradiction. And yet you will tell me
that the pleasant earth on which the house stands, the very trees which
furnished its wood, the metals and stone which are wrought into it,
exist, and yet knew no Maker."
"Barbara, do not let us talk any more about it; it is impossible for you
and me to speak understandingly to each other on these subjects. Mr.
Graham stands midway between your conventional faith and my unbelief; he
can understand us both. Now let us talk about love and roses."
"_Apropos_ of love and roses, here comes Ferrara, laden with both of
those fragile commodities, which he will straightway lay at Miss
Barbara’s feet. If you like, Miss Almsford, we will make the next stage
of our journey on the engine. I spoke to the engineer, at the last
station, of your desire to see the mechanism of his locomotive. You will
find the man quite clean and intelligent."
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