The doctor came to her, and whispered the joyful words, “He will live!” but, receiving no answer, he tried to lift the young girl from her knees, and found that she had fainted. Poor child! like Mary, the Blessed Mother of Sorrows, she had stood beneath her cross until it was lightened of its burden, She had nerved herself to bear her sorrow; she had not counted on the strength which would be needed for the reaction of joy.
“Better so,” said the doctor, as he placed her upon the couch, “She would never have taken rest in any other way.”
To Be Continued.
A Discussion With An Infidel.
XI. Primeval Generation.
Reader. I should like to hear, doctor, how “primeval generation” can afford you an argument against the Mosaic history of creation, and against the necessity of a Creator.
Büchner. “There was a time when the earth—a fiery globe—was not merely incapable of producing living beings, but was hostile to the existence of vegetable and animal organisms” (p. 63).
Reader. Granted.
Büchner. “As soon as the temperature permitted it, organic life developed itself” (ibid.)