You see that I am tolerably liberal in my habit of looking at all these questions.  We women drift along with the current of the times, listening, in our quiet way, to the discussions going on round us in books and in conversation, and shift the phrases in which we think and talk with something of the same ease as that with which we change our style of dress from year to year.  I doubt if you of the other sex know what an effect this habit of accommodating our tastes to changing standards has upon us.  Nothing is fixed in them, as you know; the very law of fashion is change.  I suspect we learn from our dressmakers to shift the costume of our minds, and slip on the new fashions of thinking all the more easily because we have been accustomed to new styles of dressing every season.

It frightens me to see how much I have written without having yet said a word of what I began this letter on purpose to say.  I have taken so much space in “defining my position,” to borrow the politicians’ phrase, that I begin to fear you will be out of patience before you come to the part of my letter I care most about your reading.

What I want to say is this.  When these matters are talked about before persons of different ages and various shades of intelligence, I think one ought to be very careful that his use of language does not injure the sensibilities, perhaps blunt the reverential feelings, of those who are listening to him.  You of the sterner sex say that we women have intuitions, but not logic, as our birthright.  I shall not commit my sex by conceding this to be true as a whole, but I will accept the first half of it, and I will go so far as to say that we do not always care to follow out a train of thought until it ends in a blind cul de sac, as some of what are called the logical people are fond of doing.

Now I want to remind you that religion is not a matter of intellectual luxury to those of us who are interested in it, but something very different.  It is our life, and more than our life; for that is measured by pulse-beats, but our religious consciousness partakes of the Infinite, towards which it is constantly yearning.  It is very possible that a hundred or five hundred years from now the forms of religious belief may be so altered that we should hardly know them.  But the sense of dependence on Divine influence and the need of communion with the unseen and eternal will be then just what they are now.  It is not the geologist’s hammer, or the astronomer’s telescope, or the naturalist’s microscope, that is going to take away the need of the human soul for that Rock to rest upon which is higher than itself, that Star which never sets, that all-pervading Presence which gives life to all the least moving atoms of the immeasurable universe.