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ledged. A question of such importance as this should never cease to be agitated. The Africander Bond, whose members congregate often and discuss all that concerns the welfare of land and people, should take it up. They might do great things for the country by following such a course. They might, for instance, collect a fund, purchase picked rams from good flocks, and distribute them among themselves by lot. If sixty farmers paid 10s. each, they might buy ten rams and ten breeders, and all would be benefited. For prize-shooting they might purchase some good animals, and instead of giving money, reward the successful shot with one or more good Even the Government might convert its money grants on such occasions into premiums of that kind, and the result would doubtless be a lasting and good one. Another important question we desire to touch upon at this juncture is that of water supply. The present time teaches us a severe lesson, though it is not for the first time, and is forgotten as soon as the cloud has passed over us. But the country is beggared by this indifference, and this should not be. Bridges are a good and laudable thing, and we should like to see one over each river. So are telegraphs, and we do not begrudge the money paid for them. But a first and foremost question in a country like ours is that of water supply. Seventy-five per cent. of all disease amongst our flocks, we make bold to say, is caused through the want of pure and healthy water. Tens of thousands of sheep 'die annually from being driven about in times of scarcity of water, yet there is not one farm in the driest part of the country-the Middlevelt-where there is not one spot or the other affording sufficient water for all the stock such farm can carry. Now for the £30,000 spent on one or more bridges, 150 windmills, with driving-pumps, might be introduced into the country, and repay themselves, directly and indirectly, a hundred-fold. These windmills are excellently adapted for the high table-land we live on; they are the cheapest and most simple motors that can be procured. Here, too, our Government should not sit still, but show itself worthy the name of a Government by proposing a plan whereby the poor man may be helped; the indifferent and careless one instructed and animated. If we raised

days, is but another proof, that the Jew studies every trick that pays; and to further mislead and bamboosle the public, I was assured instantaneous relief would be secured if I did but follow out directions and use Hamburg drops and other imposture of Jewish and German origin. I felt somewhat disgusted that Christians allowed a Bible hero's name to be used for such a mercenary purpose. But, then, when one thought of this Jacob, and read his history, as pourtrayed in the Bible of the Jews, one realised that he was an imposter all through his life, and like all Jewish compounds, therefore, a delusion and a fraud, and I felt delighted that men were pushing the sale of their Bibles. I felt that there was hope for the people, if they would but read them. The four-hundredth anniversary of the birth of Luther, the translator of the Bible into German, had arrived; it will not need four hundred years in the future to convince the inhabitants of this Globe that this Book, containing the history of the vilest race the Earth had at present upon its surface, for trickery, meanness, villany, debauchery and false-statements has not its equal. In fact, no one but Jews would call the Bible a Religious Book, and no one but those of Jewish nature, if not of their race, could uphold its character. But for the Church, built by a Paul, and made profitable to those who call themselves Christians after the man Christ, depicted in the New Testament, the Bible would long since have fallen into oblivion. This same New Testament was compiled by a new sect of Jews to mislead the people after finding that light was beaming in the World. Pretending to repudiate the Old Book, they manufacture a new, the worse of the two. The old was tolerable as the history of a wretched race, but the new, to hold men's minds as well as their bodies in thraldom, is simply damnable. As of the old, so of the new-no one reads with a view of understanding its lessons and facts. In one part, we see this Christ-Jew, an ungrateful child, stern relative, dangerous citizen, base egotist, who was neither husband nor father-who grossly boasted of being the Son of God, and having legions of angels at his command-who denied his mother, troubled families, inveigled children from their paternal home, refused burial to the dead, preached

intolerance and persecution. This ambitious fanatic, who ignored Moses and the Prophets, and who, when compared with the Ancient Philosophers, must be looked upon with pity and contempt, paraded himself as the Son of a God. On the other hand, there are passages that bring out all the good human qualities of the man Jesus, and who, however, in haste and thoughtlessness brought on his own execution, in the old Roman way of being crucified; but here I have no time to picture the outlines of a noble human figure to be found side by side of all that is reprehensible in the Christ Jesus found in the Gospels. Putting out of sight, for the moment, the question of miracles, there appears a general agreement of the most thoughtful of all ages, that there is not one exalted sentiment, not one noble word, for which the Evangelists or their Master are supposed to be responsible, which does not harmonise with the highest conceivable ideals of all that is good and true in all ages, and I feel that the time has come when Truth must be made known and fiction no longer taught and relied upon, as in days gone by. At present what is called Christianity is simply an instrument for "degrading the masses, and for enriching the Priests, Pastors and Ministers of all sects." To the injury of the people and the continuance of such a Public Fraud, Christianity, as taught and practised Sunday after Sunday in churches and chapels of all kinds, and supported by the wolves in sheep's clothing, who with black suits and white ties are wandering up and down this world of ours, and who are so fully depicted in the Poetry of D. Evans


"The Cross of Christ! the Cross of Christ;"

A mouthing priest in frenzy shrieks;

"Bestows a boon of joy unpriced

On him in faith who humbly seeks"
From Calvary upreared on high
It casts its shadows thwart the sky.

O'er Afric's parched and arid plains,

O'er stern Kamskatchka's silent snows;

In Buddha's sacred sweet domains,
Where holy Ganges gleaming flows→
This Cross of Christ its gloom has shed
To fill the human heart with dread.

Then, are we slaves, or are we free,
That reason's force should blindly yield
To tales of priestly mystery

The love by long research revealed?
Should we relapse and sink again
Enwound by superstition's chain?

They bear the name of Christians, yet
The titles that its founders bore
Adorn them now, but why forget

The simple live's, they liv'd of yore;
Why make their whole existence cry,
Behold one monstrous living lie?

In cloth of finest texture clad;

By prancing steeds in chariot drawn ; The portly bishop seeming glad,

Heeds not of sterling men the scorn; Luxuriant housed, and robed and fed, He lives while thousands die for bread.

Unroll me now the scroll of time,

When priestly craft o'erruled the earth,
And branded thought as monstrous crime-
The spawn of hell that gave it birth;
And when the brave in torture bowed
To please a cursed Christian crowd.

The Cross of Christ! the rack and flame!

These words would suit such ghouls the best

Whose hearts are dead to sense of shame
As by their deeds they stand confest.
High up their high imposture rears,
Abortion sprung from human fears.

As then they taught, they now would teach,
Had they the power-they have the will—
And Smithfield fires again would preach;

Again their swords our blood would spill;
But reason's strong defensive shield
Turns back the blade they try to wield.

Oh! heroes of the glorious past,

Whose work immortal lives for age,
Who sought the truth and held it fast,
Whose names the world revere to-day ;
In darkest depths of God-made hell
Your souls are thrust-so Christians tell.

Lo! mark the names of those who sing

The heavenly Lamb's eternal praise;
Whose gladness shouts triumphant ring,
While angel harps attune their lays.
What rapture dwells, what holy joy,
With Williams, Palmer, Peace, Lefroy,

Oh! glorious sun, whose rising beams

Are piercing through the clouds of gloom;
Whose light of life and gladdening gleams
Dispel the fear that haunts the tomb;
Haste on thy strong resistless course,
Till creeds shall fade before thy force.

For me, I proudly make my choice;

If then a heaven and hell there be,
Then in my faith I'll still rejoice;

The cross of Christ is nought to me
Since all the best below are crammed,
I humbly hope I may be damned.

When will men be honest enough to come out in their true colours, and how much longer are we to have this Nebuchadnezzar's image of science and religion, are hard points to determine. The old school is going, and if the theological seminaries continue to turn out such advanced theologians, it may be hoped that, at the outside, the next generation will be but little, if at all, plagued with Christianity, the bane of all true progress.

However, theology dies hard, and there is much to be done ere mankind will be free from its bonds. Whilst it is encouraging to note the last stages of Christianity and the internal causes of its decay, it will not do for us to leave the matter there. We must war relentlessly against the creed which would deprive us of our rights; and although it is our duty to strike hard and often, we can still bear in mind that it is the creed, and not the Christian we seek to destroy. My cogitations at last led me to think that perhaps there is in store for us some converted Jew, so called converted, that is to say, at a fabulous price, as see the yearly reports of the "Jew Conversion Society," like Shapira, the Jew may gather up from out among the "Old Clo'" men, parchment of a Deuteronomy to pay and compensate himself for becoming a Pariah among his

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