Apropos of certain correspondence that has appeared recently in our columns a reader kindly sends us the following from "Signs of the Times."
Lady Hope draws for us the vivid but sad picture of Darwin's last hours. There he sat propped up in bed by a window, looking out over a sunset landscape, and he was reading—the Bible. Lady Hope says: "I made some allusion to the strong opinions expressed by many persons on the history of creation, its grandeur, and then to their treatment of the earlier chapters of the book of Genesis.
"He seemed greatly distressed, his fingers twitched nervously, and a look of agony came over his face as he said:
was a young man with unformed ideas. I threw out queries, suggestions, wondering all the time over everything; and to my astonishment, the ideas took like wildfire. People made a religion of them."
Poor Darwin! The very soul of tragedy is here exposed to us. Darwin, speaking with deep _feeling of the grandeur of the Book, reminded of that modern evolutionary movement in theology ich, linked with destructive criticism, has become the blight of all
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