“Your book, the ‘Romance of Two Worlds,’ has stopped me on the brink of what is doubtless a crime, and yet I had come to think it the only way out of impending madness.  I speak of self-destruction—­ suicide.  And while writing the word, I beg of you to accept my gratitude for the timely rescue of my soul.  Once I believed in the goodness of God—­but of late years the cry of modern scientific atheism, ‘There is no God,’ has rung in my ears till my brain has reeled at the desolation and nothingness of the Universe.  No good, no hope, no satisfaction in anything—­this world only with all its mockery and failure—­and afterwards annihilation!  Could a God design and create so poor and cruel a jest?  So I thought—­and the misery of the thought was more than I could bear.  I had resolved to make an end.  No one knew, no one guessed my intent, till one Sunday afternoon a friend lent me your book.  I began to read, and never left it till I had finished the last page—­then I knew I was saved.  Life smiled again upon me in consoling colours, and I write to tell you that whatever other good your work may do and is no doubt doing, you have saved both the life and reason of one grateful human being.  If you will write to me a few lines I shall be still more grateful, for I feel you can help me.  I seem to have read Christ’s mission wrong—­but with patience and prayer it is possible to redeem my error.  Once more thanking you, I am,

“Yours with more thankfulness than I can write,

“L.  E. F.”

[I lost no time in replying to this letter, and since then have frequently corresponded with the writer, from whose troubled mind the dark cloud has now entirely departed.  And I may here venture to remark that the evils of “modern scientific atheism” are far more widely spread and deeply rooted than the majority of persons are aware of, and that many of the apparently inexplicable cases of self-slaughter on which the formal verdict, “Suicide during a state of temporary insanity,” is passed, have been caused by long and hopeless brooding on the “nothingness of the Universe”—­which, if it were a true theory, would indeed make of Creation a bitter, nay, even a senseless jest.  The cruel preachers of such a creed have much to answer for.  The murderer who destroys human life for wicked passion and wantonness is less criminal than the proudly learned, yet egotistical, and therefore densely ignorant scientist, who, seeking to crush the soul by his feeble, narrow-minded arguments, and deny its imperishable nature, dares to spread his poisonous and corroding doctrines of despair through the world, draining existence of all its brightness, and striving to erect barriers of distrust between the creature and the Creator.  No sin can be greater than this; for it is impossible to estimate the measure of evil that may thus be brought into otherwise innocent and happy lives.  The attitude of devotion and faith is natural to Humanity, while nothing can be more UNnatural and disastrous to civilization, morality and law, than deliberate and determined Atheism.—­Author.]