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Title: "The greatest of these--";
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Taylor, Laurette, 1884-1946
Subjects: Manners, John Hartley, 1870-1928 Actors
Publisher: New York, George H. Doran Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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as eternal punishments are notpossible. Weve had both every night this week.To continue it for ever and ever—no God could beso cruel. There must be some gentler chastise-ment, like being trampled by wild horses, or hav-ing your eyelashes pulled out. Heat kills all ambi-tion, except to find the North Pole. I am sure itwas a furnace-like day that made Peary, Scott, etc.,set out for the Land of Ice. Noise! Sound! No one has ever properly ap-preciated or damned them—soft noises—crickets,brooks, and rustling trees (Oh, my! Where arethey now? Gone—like the pale hands beside theShalimar?) make you visualise a gentle, beatificGod with outstretched hands, flowing white robes,and a great tenderness in His heart for even thetoughest of His makings. Singing sound changes Him to a more illuminat-ing electrical God. A Greek God, who can runand leap, who is ever young and alert, who canunderstand the passionate mistakes of some naturesand make allowances for the deliberate ones ofothers. 48
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i \ \l BS T. POWERS THE GREATEST OF THESE 49 The noise of tramping troops, the sound of play-ing bands, the cheering of patriots seem to makeHim a God capable of terrible, but righteous, ven-geance. Then one sees Him breathing fire, urg-ing masses of men to fight for their faith as theearly Christians did, and later to fight against any-thing that besmirches the white banner of Chris-tianity, such as slavery, and the race that worshipHim only as a companion-in-arms! But the shunting of trains, the clang of street-cars, the scream of engines,—all the man-madenoises of the business world, transform Him (forme) into a large, evil face that grins and waits forthe ugly rhythm to get you. I once had nervous prostration, and when Naturere-adjusted my mental balance she forgot thesoundproof centre. I am afraid of the thunder,not of the lightning! Cincinnati, for some unknown reason, is built ina large hollow. We travelled up the hills througha park and looked down on a city protected by ala

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