Yes, those are his words, and it was two days before it came to me that Doctor Parker knew just what he was talking about.  Persecution can not stamp out virtue, any more than man’s effort can obliterate matter.  Man changes the form of things, but he does not cancel their essence.  And this is as true of the unseen attributes of spirit as it is of the elements of matter.  Did the truths taught by Latimer and Ridley go out with the flames that crackled about their limbs?  Were their names written for the last time in smoke?  ’T were vain to ask.  The bishop who instigated their persecution gave them certificates for immortality.  But the bishop did not know it—­bishops who persecute know not what they do.

Let us guess the result if Jesus had been eminently successful, gathering about him, with the years, the strong and influential men of Jerusalem!  Suppose he had fallen asleep at last of old age, and, full of honors, been carried to his own tomb, patterned after that of Joseph of Arimathea, but richer far—­what then?  And if Socrates had apologized and had not drunk of the hemlock, how about his philosophy, and would Plato have written the “Phaedo”?

No religion is pure except in its state of poverty and persecution; the good things of earth are our corrupters.  All life is from the sun, but fruit too well loved of the sun falls first and rots.  The religion that is fostered by the State and upheld by a standing army may be a pretty good religion, but it is not the Christ religion, call you it “Christianity” never so loudly.

Martyr and persecutor are usually cut off the same piece.  They are the same type of man; and looking down the centuries they seem to have shifted places easily.  As to which is persecutor and which is martyr is only a question of transient power.  They are constantly teaching the trick to each other, just as scolding parents have saucy children.  They are both good people; their sincerity can not be doubted.  Marcus Aurelius, the best emperor Rome ever had, persecuted the Christians; while Caligula, Rome’s worst emperor, didn’t know there were any Christians in his dominions, and if he had known would not have cared.

The persecutor and the martyr both belong to the cultus known as “Muscular Christianity,” the distinguishing feature of which is a final appeal to force.  We should, however, respect it for the frankness of the name in which it delights—­Muscular Christianity being a totally different thing from Christianity, which smitten turns the other cheek.

But the Quaker, best type of the non-resistant quasi-ascetic, is the exception that proves the rule; he may be persecuted, but he persecutes not again.  He is the best authenticated type living of primitive Christian.  That the religion of Jesus was a purely reactionary movement, suggested by the smug complacency and voluptuous condition of the times, most thinking men agree.  Where rich Pharisees adopt a standard of life that can only