But if the grave ends all; if all that was our friend is dead, the world is better for the life he lived. Beyond the tomb we cannot see. We listen, but from the lips of mystery there comes no word. Darkness and silence brooding over all. And yet, because we love we hope. Farewell! And yet again, Farewell! And will there, sometime, be another world? We have our dream. The idea of immortality, that like a sea has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, beating with its countless waves against the sands and rocks of time and fate, was not born of any book or of any creed. It was born of affection. And it will continue to ebb and flow beneath the mists and clouds of doubt and darkness, as long as love kisses the lips of death. We have our dream! JESUS CHRIST. * An unfinished lecture which Colonel Ingersoll commenced a few days before his death. FOR many centuries and by many millions of people, Christ has been worshiped as God. Millions and millions of eulogies on his character have been pronounced by priest and layman, in all of which his praises were measured only by the limitations of language--words were regarded as insufficient to paint his perfections. In his praise it was impossible to be extravagant. Sculptor, poet and painter exhausted their genius in the portrayal of the peasant, who was in fact the creator of all worlds. His wisdom excited the wonder, his sufferings the pity and his resurrection and ascension the astonishment of the world. He was regarded as perfect man and infinite God. It was believed that in the gospels was found the perfect history of his life, his words and works, his death, his triumph over the grave and his return to heaven. For many centuries his perfection, his divinity--have been defended by sword and fire. By the altar was the scaffold--in the cathedral, the dungeon--the chamber of torture. The story of Christ was told by mothers to their babes. For the most part his story was the beginning and end of education. It was wicked to doubt--infamous to deny. Heaven was the reward for belief and hell the destination of the denier. All the forces of what we call society, were directed against investigation. Every avenue to the mind was closed. On all the highways of thought, Christians placed posts and boards, and on the boards were the words "No Thoroughfare," "No Crossing." The windows of the soul were darkened--the doors were barred. Light was regarded as the enemy of mankind.