“Then I will ask you,” said the banker, “if the existence of the soul is established in the Bible.”
“Where there is smoke there is always fire.”
“Tell me, then, if matter can think.”
“I cannot answer that question, for it is beyond my knowledge. I can only say that as I believe God to be all powerful, I cannot deny Him the power to make matter capable of thought.”
“But what is your own opinion?”
“I believe that I have a soul endowed with thinking capacities, but I do not know whether I shall remember that I had the honour of dining with you to-day after I die.”
“Then you think that the soul and the memory may be separable; but in that case you would not be a theologian.”
“One may be a theologian and a philosopher, for philosophy never contradicts any truth, and besides, to say ‘I do not know’ is not the same as ‘I am sure’.”
Three parts of the guests burst into cries of admiration, and the fair philosopher enjoyed seeing me laugh for pleasure at the applause. The pastor wept for joy, and whispered something to Helen’s mother. All at once he turned to me, saying,—
“Ask my niece some question.”