MY DEAR SIR: The conversations I have had with you, limited as they have been, have convinced me that I am quite safe in addressing you with freedom on a subject which interests me, and others more than myself.We at our end of the table have been listening, more or less intelligently, to the discussions going on between two or three of you gentlemen on matters of solemn import to us all.This is nothing very new to me.I have been used, from an early period of my life, to hear the discussion of grave questions, both in politics and religion.I have seen gentlemen at my father's table get as warm over a theological point of dispute as in talking over their political differences.I rather think it has always been very much so, in bad as well as in good company; for you remember how Milton's fallen angels amused themselves with disputing on "providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate," and it was the same thing in that club Goldsmith writes so pleasantly about.Indeed, why should not people very often come, in the course of conversation, to the one subject which lies beneath all else about which our thoughts are occupied? And what more natural than that one should be inquiring about what another has accepted and ceased to have any doubts concerning? It seems to me all right that at the proper time, in the proper place, those who are less easily convinced than their neighbors should have the fullest liberty of calling to account all the opinions which others receive without question.Somebody must stand sentry at the outposts of belief, and it is a sentry's business, I believe, to challenge every one who comes near him, friend or foe.
I want you to understand fully that I am not one of those poor nervous creatures who are frightened out of their wits when any question is started that implies the disturbance of their old beliefs.I manage to see some of the periodicals, and now and then dip a little way into a new book which deals with these curious questions you were talking about, and others like them.You know they find their way almost everywhere.They do not worry me in the least.When I was a little girl, they used to say that if you put a horsehair into a tub of water it would turn into a snake in the course of a few days.That did not seem to me so very much stranger than it was that an egg should turn into a chicken.What can I say to that? Only that it is the Lord's doings, and marvellous in my eyes; and if our philosophical friend should find some little live creatures, or what seem to be live creatures, in any of his messes, Ishould say as much, and no more.You do not think I would shut up my Bible and Prayer-Book because there is one more thing I do not understand in a world where I understand so very little of all the wonders that surround me?
It may be very wrong to pay any attention to those speculations about the origin of mankind which seem to conflict with the Sacred Record.
But perhaps there is some way of reconciling them, as there is of making the seven days of creation harmonize with modern geology.At least, these speculations are curious enough in themselves; and Ihave seen so many good and handsome children come of parents who were anything but virtuous and comely, that I can believe in almost any amount of improvement taking place in a tribe of living beings, if time and opportunity favor it.I have read in books of natural history that dogs came originally from wolves.When I remember my little Flora, who, as I used to think, could do everything but talk, it does not seem to me that she was much nearer her savage ancestors than some of the horrid cannibal wretches are to their neighbors the great apes.
You see that I am tolerably liberal in my habit of looking at all these questions.We women drift along with the current of the times, listening, in our quiet way, to the discussions going on round us in books and in conversation, and shift the phrases in which we think and talk with something of the same ease as that with which we change our style of dress from year to year.I doubt if you of the other sex know what an effect this habit of accommodating our tastes to changing standards has upon us.Nothing is fixed in them, as you know; the very law of fashion is change.I suspect we learn from our dressmakers to shift the costume of our minds, and slip on the new fashions of thinking all the more easily because we have been.
accustomed to new styles of dressing every season.
It frightens me to see how much I have written without having yet said a word of what I began this letter on purpose to say.I have taken so much space in "defining my position," to borrow the politicians' phrase, that I begin to fear you will be out of patience before you come to the part of my letter I care most about your reading.
What I want to say is this.When these matters are talked about before persons of different ages and various shades of intelligence, I think one ought to be very careful that his use of language does not injure the sensibilities, perhaps blunt the reverential feelings, of those who are listening to him.You of the sterner sex say that we women have intuitions, but not logic, as our birthright.I shall not commit my sex by conceding this to be true as a whole, but I will accept the first half of it, and I will go so far as to say that we do not always care to follow out a train of thought until it ends in a blind cul de sac, as some of what are called the logical people are fond of doing.
Now I want to remind you that religion is not a matter of intellectual luxury to those of us who are interested in it, but something very different.It is our life, and more than our life;for that is measured by pulse-beats, but our religious consciousness partakes of the Infinite, towards which it is constantly yearning.
