In spite of the threat of eternal pain--of the promise of everlasting joy, unbelievers increased, and the churches took another step. The churches said to the unbelievers, the heretics: "Although our God will punish you forever in another world--in his prison--the doors of which open only to receive, we, unless you believe, will torment you now." And then the members of these churches, led by priests, popes, and clergymen, sought out their unbelieving neighbors--chained them in dungeons, stretched them on racks, crushed their bones, cut out their tongues, extinguished their eyes, flayed them alive and consumed their poor bodies in flames. All this was done because these Christian savages believed in the dogma of eternal pain. Because they believed that heaven was the reward for belief. So believing, they were the enemies of free thought and speech--they cared nothing for conscience, nothing for the veracity of a soul,--nothing for the manhood of a man. In all ages most priests have been heartless and relentless. They have calumniated and tortured. In defeat they have crawled and whined. In victory they have killed. The flower of pity never blossomed in their hearts and in their brain. Justice never held aloft the scales. Now they are not as cruel. They have lost their power, but they are still trying to accomplish the impossible. They fill their pockets with "fool's gold" and think they are rich. They stuff their minds with mistakes and think they are wise. They console themselves with legends and myths, have faith in fiction and forgery--give their hearts to ghosts and phantoms and seek the aid of the non-existent. They put a monster--a master--a tyrant in the sky, and seek to enslave their fellow-men. They teach the cringing virtues of serfs. They abhor the courage of manly men. They hate the man who thinks. They long for revenge. They warm their hands at the imaginary fires of hell. I show them that hell does not exist and they denounce me for destroying their consolation. Horace Greeley, as the story goes, one cold day went into a country store, took a seat by the stove, unbuttoned his coat and spread out his hands. In a few minutes, a little boy who clerked in the store said: "Mr. Greeley, there aint no fire in that stove." "You d----d little rascal," said Greeley, "What did you tell me for, I was getting real warm." III. "THE SCIENCE OF THEOLOGY." ALL the sciences--except Theology--are eager for facts--hungry for the truth. On the brow of a finder of a fact the laurel is placed. In a theological seminary, if a professor finds a fact inconsistent with the creed, he must keep it secret or deny it, or lose his place. Mental veracity is a crime, cowardice and hypocrisy are virtues.