hung round him by Christianity, was still to me an object of adoration, and I could still believe in and worship One who was “righteous in all His ways, and holy in all His works”, although the Moloch to whom was sacrificed the well-beloved son had passed away for ever from my creed.  Christian I was not, though Theist I was, and I felt that the wider and more generous faith would permit me to bow to the common God with my Christian brethren, if only I was not compelled to pay homage to that “Son of Man” whom Christians believed divine, homage which to me had become idolatry, insulting to the “One God”, to him of whom Jesus himself had spoken as of “my God and your God”.

Simply enough was the difficulty arranged for the moment.  It was agreed that I should withdraw myself from the “Holy Communion”—­for in that service, full of the recognition of Jesus as Deity, I could not join without hypocrisy.  The ordinary services I would attend, merely remaining silent during those portions of them in which I could not honestly take part, and while I knew that these changes in a clergyman’s wife could not pass unnoticed in a country village, I yet felt that nothing less than this was consistent with barest duty.  While I had merely doubted, I had kept silence, and no act of mine had suggested doubt to others.  Now that I had no doubt that Christianity was a delusion, I would no longer act as though I believed that to be of God which heart and intellect rejected as untrue.

For awhile all went smoothly.  I daresay the parishioners gossipped about the absence of their vicar’s wife from the Sacrament, and indeed I remember the pain and trembling wherewith, on the first “Sacrament Sunday” after my return, I rose from my seat and walked quietly from the church, leaving the white-spread altar.  That the vicar’s wife should “communicate” was as much a matter of course as that the vicar should “administer”; I had never in my life taken public part in anything that made me noticeable in any way among strangers, and still I can recall the feeling of deadly sickness that well nigh overcame me, as rising to go out I felt that every eye in the church was on me, and that my exit would be the cause of unending comment.  As a matter of fact, everyone thought that I was taken suddenly ill, and many were the calls and enquiries on the following day.  To any direct question, I answered quietly that I was unable to take part in the profession of faith required from an honest communicant, but the statement was rarely necessary, for the idea of heresy in a vicar’s wife did not readily suggest itself to the ordinary bucolic mind, and I did not proffer information when it was unasked for.