Why, if you look into men's ordinary daily conduct--which is the only true test--they _never_ believed in such things.

Do you suppose that the most frantic Scotch Calvinist, when he was his douce daily self and not temporarily intoxicated by his creed, ever treated his neighbours in practice as men predestined to damnation?
Of course he didn't!" "But religion," objected Mr.Simeon, "lifts a man out of himself--his daily self, as you call it." "It does that, by Jove!" Brother Copas felt for his snuff-box.
"Why, what else was I arguing ?" "And," pursued Mr.Simeon, his voice gaining assurance as it happened on a form of words he had learnt from somebody else, "the efficacy of religion is surely just here, that it lifts the individual man out of his personality and wings him towards Abba, the all-fatherly--as I heard it said the other day," he added lamely.
"Good Lord!"-- Brother Copas eyed him over a pinch.

"You must have been keeping pretty bad company, lately.

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