I am fighting the supernatural--the dogma of inspiration--the belief in devils--the atonement, salvation by faith--the forgiveness of sins and the savagery of eternal pain. I am fighting the absurd,-the monstrous, the cruel. The ministers pretend that they have advanced--that they do not believe the things that I attack. In this they are not honest. Who is the "man of straw"? The man of straw is their master. In every orthodox pulpit stands this man of straw--stands beside the preacher--stands with a club, called a "creed," in his upraised hand. The shadow of this club falls athwart the open Bible--falls upon the preacher's brain, darkens the light of his reason and compels him to betray himself. The man of straw rules every sectarian school and college--every orthodox church. He is the censor who passes on every sermon. Now and then some minister puts a little sense in his discourse--tries to take a forward step. Down comes the club, and the man of straw demands an explanation--a retraction. If the minister takes it back--good. If he does not, he is brought to book. The man of straw put the plaster of silence on the lips of Prof. Briggs, and he was forced to leave the church or remain dumb. The man of straw closed the mouth of Prof. Smith, and he has not opened it since. The man of straw would not allow the Presbyterian creed to be changed. The man of straw took Father McGlynn by the collar, forced him to his knees, made him take back his words and ask forgiveness for having been abused. The man of straw pitched Prof. Swing out of the pulpit and drove the Rev. Mr. Thomas from the Methodist Church. Let me tell the orthodox ministers that they are trying to cover their retreat. You have given up the geology and astronomy of the Bible. You have admitted that its history is untrue. You are retreating still. You are giving up the dogma of inspiration; you have your doubts about the flood and Babel; you have given up the witches and wizards; you are beginning to throw away the miraculous; you have killed the little devils, and in a little while you will murder the Devil himself. In a few years you will take the Bible for what it is worth. The good and true will be treasured in the heart; the foolish, the infamous, will be thrown away. The man of straw will then be dead. Of course, the real old petrified, orthodox Christian will cling to the Devil. He expects to have all of his sins charged to the Devil, and at the same time he will be credited with all the virtues of Christ. Upon this showing on the books, upon this balance, he will be entitled to his halo and harp. What a glorious, what an equitable, transaction! The sorcerer Superstition changes debt to credit. He waves his wand, and he who deserves the tortures of hell receives an eternal reward.