THE JURY DISAGREE.

Evolutionists say that science is overcoming religion in our day. They look through the spectacles of the infidel scientists and they say, "It is impossible that this book be true; people are finding it out; the Bible has got to go overboard." Science is going to throw it overboard. Do you believe that the Bible account of the origin of life will be overthrown by infidel scientists who have fifty different theories about the origin of life? If they should come up in solid phalanx, all agreeing on one sentiment and one theory, perhaps Christianity might be damaged; but there are not so many differences of opinion inside the church as outside the church.

The fact is that some naturalists, just as soon as they find out the difference between the feelers of a wasp and the horns of a beetle, begin to patronize the Almighty; while Agassiz, glorious Agassiz, who never made any pretension to being a Christian, puts both his feet on the doctrine of evolution, and says: "I see that many of the naturalists of our day are adopting facts which do not bear observation, or have not passed under observation." These men warring with each other-Darwin warring against Lamarck, Wallace warring against Cope, even Herschel denouncing Ferguson. They do not agree about anything. They do not agree on embryology, do not agree on the gradation of the species.

What do they agree on? Herschel writes a whole chapter on the errors of astronomy. La Place declares that the moon was not put in the right place. He says if it had been put four times farther from the earth than it is now, there would be more harmony in the universe; but Lionville comes up just in time to prove that the moon was put in the right place. How many colors woven into the light? Seven, says Isaac Newton. Three, says David Brewster. How high is the Aurora borealis? Two and a half miles, says Lias. How far is the sun from the earth? Seventy-six million miles, says Lacalle. Eighty-two million miles, says

Humboldt. Ninety million miles, says Henderson. One hundred and four million miles, says Mayer. Only a little difference of twenty-eight million miles! All split up among themselves-not agreeing on anything.

Here these infidel scientists have empanelled themselves as a jury to decide this trial between evolution, the plaintiff, and Christianity, the defendant; and after being out for centuries they come in to render their verdict. Gentlemen of the jury, have you agreed on a verdict? No, no. Then go back for another five hundred years and deliberate and agree on something. There is not a poor miserable wretch in the Tombs Court to-morrow that could be condemned by a jury that did not agree on the verdict, and yet you expect us to give up our glorious Christianity to please these men, who cannot agree on anything.

[The Editor adds: By the disagreement of the jury, the plaintiff, Evolution, loses the case.]

SPECIES TO REMAIN DISTINCT.

I believe that God made the world as He wanted to have it, and that the happiness of all the species will depend upon their staying in the species where they were created.

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Once upon a time there was in a natural amphitheatre of the forest a convention of animals, and a gorilla from western Africa came in with his club and pounded "Order!" Then he sat down in a chair of twisted forest roots. delegation of birds came in and took their position in the galleries of the hills and the tree-tops. And a delegation of reptiles came in, and they took their position in the pit of the valley. And the tiers of rocks were occupied by the delegation of intermediate animals; and there was a great aquarium and a canal leading into it through which came the monsters of the deep to join the great convention. And on one table of rock there were four or five primal germs under a glass case, and in a cup on another table of rock there was a quantity of protoplasm.

Then this gorilla of the African forest, with his club,

pounded again," Order! order!" and then he cried out: "Oh, you great throng of beasts and birds and reptiles and insects, I have called you together to propose that we move up into the human race, and be beasts no longer; too long already have we been hunted and caged and harnessed; we shall stand it no longer." At that speech the whole convention broke out in roars of enthusiasm like as though there were many menageries being fed by their keepers, and it did seem as if the whole convention would march right up and take possession of the earth and the human race.

But an old lion arose, his mane white with many years, and he uttered his voice; and when that old lion uttered his voice, all the other beasts of the forest were still, and he said: "Peace, brothers and sisters of the forest. I think we have been placed in the spheres for which we were intended; I think our Creator knew the place that was good for us."

He could proceed no further, for the whole convention broke out in an uproar like the House of Commons when the Irish question comes up, or the American Congress the night of adjournment, and the reptiles hissed with indignation at the lionine Gambetta, and the frogs croaked their contempt, and the bears growled their contempt, and the panthers snarled their disgust, and the insects buzzed and buzzed with excitement, and though the gorilla of the African forest, with his club, pounded, "Order, order!" there was no order; and there was a thrusting out of adderine sting, and a swinging of elephantine tusk, and a stroke of beak, and a swing of claw, until it seemed as if the convention would be massacred.

Just at that moment appeared Agassiz and Audubon and Silliman, and Moses. And Agassiz cried out, "Oh, you beasts of the forests, I have studied your ancestral records and found you always have been beasts, and you always will be beasts; be contented to be beasts."

And Audubon aimed his gun at a bald-headed eagle, which dropped from the gallery, and as it dropped struck a serpent that was winding around one of the pillars to get up higher. Silliman threw a rock of the tertiary formation at the mammals, and Moses thundered, “Every beast after its

kind, every bird after its kind, every fish after its kind." And, lo! the parliament of wild beasts was prorogued and went home to their constituents, and the bat flew out into the night, and the lizard slunk under the rocks, and the gorilla went back to the jungle, and a hungry wolf passing out ate up the primal germs, and a clumsy buffalo upset the protoplasm, and the lion went to his lair, and the eagle went to his eyrie, and the whale went to his palace of crystal and coral, and there was peace-peace in the air, peace in the waters, peace in the fields. Man in his place, the beasts of the earth in their places.

EVOLUTION BRUTALIZING.

But, my friends, evolution is not only infidel and atheistic and absurd; it is brutalizing in its tendencies. If there is anything in the world that will make a man bestial in his habits, it is the idea that he was descended from the beast. Why, according to the idea of these evolutionists, we are only a superior kind of cattle, a sort of Alderney among other herds. To be sure, we browse on better pasture, and we have better stall and better accommodations, but then we are only Southdowns among the great flocks of sheep. Born of a beast, to die like a beast; for the evolutionists have no idea of a future world. They say the mind is only a superior part of the body. They say our thoughts are only molecular formation. They say, when the body dies, the whole nature dies. The slab of the sepulchre is not a milestone on a journey upward, but a wall shutting us into eternal nothingness. We all die alike-the cow, the horse, the sheep, the man, the reptile. Annihilation is the heaven of the evolutionist. From such a stenchful and damnable doctrine, turn away. Compare that idea of your origin—an idea filled with the chatter of apes, and the hiss of serpents, and the croak of frogs-to an idea in one or two stanzas which I shall read to you from an old book of more than Demosthenic, or Homeric, or Dantesque power: "What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou

visitest him? Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honor. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hand; thou hast put all things under his feet. All sheep and oxen, yea, and the beasts of the field; the fowl of the air, and the fish of the sea, and whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas. O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth!"

DESTINY ABOVE ORIGIN.

How do you like that origin? The lion the monarch of the field, the eagle the monarch of the air, behemoth the monarch of the deep, but man monarch of all. Ah! my friends, I have to say to you that I am not so anxious to know what was my origin, as to know what will be my destiny. I do not care so much where I came from as where I am going to. I am not so interested in who was my ancestry ten million years ago, as I am to know where I will be ten million years from now. I am not so much interested in the preface to my cradle, as I am interested in the appendix to my grave. I do not care so much about protoplasm as I do about eternasm. The "was" is overwhelmed with the "to be." But on this question, Evolution is as comfortless as Hindoo Brahminism.

"Where shall I go?" said a dying Hindoo to the Brahmin priest to whom he had given his money to have his soul saved. "Where shall I go after I die?" asked the dying Hindoo. "Well," said the Brahminic priest, "you will go into a holy quadruped." "But where shall I go after that?" said the dying Hindoo. "Well," said the Brahminic priest, "then you will go into a bird." "But" said the dying Hindoo, "where shall I go then?" "Then you will go into a beautiful flower." Then the dying Hindoo threw up his arms and said, "But where shall I go last of all?" This glorious Bible answers 'the Hindoo's question, answers my question, answers your question-not where shall I go today? not where shall I go to-morrow? or where shall I go next year? but where shall I go last of all?