BULLER.
Now, my dear sir, you speak like yourself. You always do so—the rashness was all on my side.
SEWARD.
Nobody cares—hold your tongue.
NORTH.
The Religionist errs from the opposite quarter. He brings measures from Heaven to measure things of the Earth. He weighs Clay in the balance of Spirit. I call him a Religionist who overruns with religious rules and conceptions things that do not come under them—completely distinct from the native simplicity and sovereignty of Religion in a piously religious heart. Both of them are confounders of the sciences which investigate the Facts and the Laws of Nature, visible and invisible—subduing inquiry under preconception.
BULLER.
Was that the Gong—or but thunder?
NORTH.
The Gong.