The Archive · 1938

A SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY A Scenic m THE Hoty LAND.—By Fulton

Oursler, Methuen, London. 7/6

Mr. Oursler, as can be judged from the title of his book, does not hold to ihe Christi ith; he had been brought up: in it, but early fell away and apparently did not make much effort to get back again. His Sunday school and his membership of a Young People's Union had made of him, he says, a hypocrite, a Pharisee and a whited sepulchre. He drank, gambled and gallivanted as often as he could afford it and his conscience did not reprove him:

I believed on the Lord Jesus Christ but I was not saved. Instead I had a good time and enjoyed all the amusements that saved people gave until, at last, I gave up believing. It Was natural to do so, for I had begun to read and think. I read history, comparative religion and science; learned about rational objections inherent in the irrational nonsense of the two testaments; of the pompous cruelty and injustice of certain Bible ethics, I promptüy, gave it all up with the savage disillusion of a young man and went my, way with a new sense of peace.

From which it appears that Mr. Oursler suffered from a puritanical "upbringing, a supposition that is confirmed by his reference to a "blue-law Sabbath." At any rate it is obvious that respectability had come upon him by the time that he set out for a trip to Egypt and the Eastern Mediterranean countries, taking in the Holy for on that trip went with him his wife, his small son and daughter and their governess.

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