Peals that should startle the dream of error, and waken the slumbering thought, are measurably unheeded; but the last trump has not sounded, or this would not be so. Marvels, calamities, sin, will much more abound, as the understanding urges its resisted claims on mortals. But the aggravation of error foretells its doom, — foreshadows the nearness of Truth; and that Truth will overturn, until “He whose right it is shall reign.” Longevity is increasing and sin will diminish, for the world is feeling the alterative effect of Truth through every pore.
The question convulses the world: “What is Truth?” Many are willing to meet this inquiry with the assurance of understanding; but more are trying to “give it pause,” blinded by their old illusions. The blind lead the blind, and both fall into the ditch.
The efforts of error to answer this question by some ology are vain. Reason and free thought, the accompaniments of approaching Science, cannot be put down; they will purge humanity and supplant the doctor's pills.
In the march of generations the banner of progress is unfurled. The kingdoms of this world will fight, and command their sentinels not to let Truth pass the guard until it subscribes to their creeds and systems. Truth, heeding not the pointed bayonet, marches on; and there is a little tumult and some rallying to its standard. How true the poet's prophecy: —
| Thou must walk on, however man upbraid thee, |
| With him who trod the wine-press all alone; |
| Thou wilt not find one human hand to aid thee, |
| One human heart to comprehend thine own. |
