Domestic fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Psychological fiction; Women -- England -- Fiction
"Would a small idea be worth the devotion of a life? For thirty years I
have devoted myself to this one scheme. I have striven to focus all the
creeds of mankind in one brilliant centre--eliminating all that is base
and superstitious in each several religion, crystallising all that is
good and true. The Buddhist, the Brahmin, the Mohamedan, the
Sun-worshipper, the Romanist, the Calvinist, the Lutheran, the
Wesleyan, the Swedenborgian--each and all will find the best and
noblest characteristics of his faith resolved and concentred in my
universal religion. Here all creeds will meet. Gentler and wiser than
the theology of Buddha; more humanitarian than the laws of Brahma; more
temperate than the Moslem's code of morality; with a wider grasp of
power than the Romanist's authoritative Church; severely self-denying
as Calvin's ascetic rule; simple and pious as Wesley's scheme of man's
redemption; spiritual as Swedenborg's vast idea of heaven;--my faith
will open its arms wide enough to embrace all. There need be no more
dissent. The mighty circle of my free church will enclose all creeds
and all divisions of man, and spread from the northern hemisphere to
the southern seas. Heathenism shall perish before it. The limited view
of Christianity which missionaries have hitherto offered to the heathen
may fail; but my universal church will open its doors to all the
world--and, mark my words, Conrad, all the world will enter in. I may
not live to see the day. My span of life has not long to run--but that
day will come."
"No doubt," replied Captain Winstanley gravely. "There is a
slovenliness, so to speak, about the present arrangement of things, and
a great deal of useless expense; every small town with its half-a-dozen
churches and chapels of different denominations--Episcopalians,
Wesleyans, Baptists, Roman Catholics, Primitive Methodists. Now on your
plan one large building would do for all, like the town hall, or the
general post office. There would be a wonderful economy."
"I fear you contemplate the question from an entirely temporal point of
view," said Miss Skipwith, flattered but yet reproachful. "It is its
spiritual aspect that is grandest."
"Naturally. But a man of the world is apt to consider the
practicability of a scheme. And yours seems to me eminently practical.
If you can only get the Mohamedans and the Brahmins to come in! The
Roman Catholics might of course be easily won, though it would involve
doing away with the Pope. There was a prophecy, by-the-way, that after
the ninth Pius there would be only eleven more Popes. No doubt that
prophecy pointed at your universal religion. But I fear you may have
some difficulty about the Buddhists. I fancy they are rather a bigoted
sect."
"The greatest bigots have but to be convinced," said Miss Skipwith.
"St. Paul was a bigot."
"True. Is your book nearly finished?"
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