Brotherhood and peace—divinely high thought!
But, alas! the thought is too high for low-browed strenuosity of the tough-rider type; the thought is too large and fine for the poor brain of a bull-dog or a human bully or a socially blunted holy man or any other breed of stunted runts.
The strutting, thin-brained rooster in the farmyard crows, “Hurrah for this our very own dunghill, the finest filth pile on earth.” Thus this spurred and feathered patriot virtuously cultivates his vanity by boisterously challenging “the enemy” in the neighboring farmyards.
“Hurrah for our tribe,” screams the savage—patriotically.
“Hurrah for our village of Squeedunk,” yells the local human shrimp. More patriotism.
“Hurrah for our great city!” squeals the boastfully “metropolitan” small man sweltering in unspeakable corruptions.
“Hurrah for the nation—right or wrong!” yelps the patriotic national mongrel.
And thus these socially puny creatures, these social runts, stand ready, as it were, to “patriotically” throw carbolic acid at their national and international neighbors.
“Hurrah for Mankind, hurrah for Life!” finely calls the socially developed man, the Increasing International Man.
Really, reader, the narrow-visioned provincial, the local sniveling, the social shrimp, the pugnacious nationalist, the racial bigot, and the stunted, sacerdotal manlet—really, these unsocial people are, as yet, too local and little and narrow for a federated world, for an internationally social Christ. Really, these unsocial human runts can not sincerely and effectively carry “to all the world” any magnificent social gospel of “peace on earth, good will toward all men,” and “make of one blood all nations”—even tho’ they be baptized.