(Which cost nothing.)
"But—" But me no buts, Benjamin, saith the Lord.
"But that the most acceptable service of God is doing good to men."
(God having no choice in the matter.)
"That the soul is immortal."
(You'll see why, in the next clause.)
"And that God will certainly reward virtue and punish vice, either here or hereafter."
Now if Mr. Andrew Carnegie, or any other millionaire, had wished to invent a God to suit his ends, he could not have done better. Benjamin did it for him in the eighteenth century. God is the supreme servant of men who want to get on, to produce. Providence. The provider. The heavenly store-keeper. The everlasting Wanamaker.
And this is all the God the grandsons of the Pilgrim Fathers had left. Aloft on a pillar of dollars.
"That the soul is immortal."