He was
fifty years old! What a sad confession for a man thus far on the
journey of life. "No faith in anything."
"You have faith in God, Mr. Fanshaw," replied the gentleman to whom
the remark was made.
"In God? I don't know him." And Mr. Fanshaw shook his head, in a
bewildered sort of way. There was no levity in his manner. "People
talk a great deal about God, and their knowledge of him," he added,
but not irreverently. "I think there is often more of pious cant in
all this than of living experience. You speak about faith in God.
What is the ground of your faith?"
"We have internal sight, as well as external sight."
There was no response to this in Mr. Fanshaw's face.
"We can see with the mind, as well as with the eyes."
"How?"
"An architect sees the building, in all its fine proportions, with
the eyes of his mind, before it exists in space visible to his
bodily eyes."
"Oh! that is your meaning, friend Wilkins," said Mr. Fanshaw, his
countenance brightening a little.
"In part," was replied. "That he can see the building in his mind,
establishes the fact of internal sight."
"Admitted; and what then?"
"Admitted, and we pass into a new world--the world of spirit."
Mr. Fanshaw shook his head, and closed his lips tightly.
"I don't believe in spirits," he answered.
"You believe in your own spirit."
"I don't know that I have any spirit.
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