Be ye humble, oh, my people. Be ye poor in spirit. Let Wrong
rule triumphant through the world. Raise no hand against it, lest ye
suffer my eternal punishments. Learn from me to be meek and lowly. Learn
to be good slaves and give no trouble to your taskmasters. Let them turn
the world into a hell for you. The grave--the grave shall be your gate
to happiness.
"Helpful to the poor? Helpful to their rulers, to their owners. They
take good care that Christ shall be well taught. Their fat priests shall
bear his message to the poor. The rod may be broken, the prison door be
forced. It is Christ that shall bind the people in eternal fetters.
Christ, the lackey, the jackal of the rich."
Mr. Simson was visibly shocked. Evidently he was less familiar with the
opinions of _The Rationalist_ than he had thought.
"I really must protest," exclaimed Mr. Simson. "To whatever wrong uses
His words may have been twisted, Christ Himself I regard as divine, and
entitled to be spoken of with reverence. His whole life, His
sufferings--"
But the old fanatic's vigour had not yet exhausted itself.
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