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TALKS FOR THE TIMES.
the Bible doesn't mean now what it meant to our old
mothers and fathers; that the Lord didn't mean to
say this, and didn't mean to say that, especially if it
is something that condemns our vices or our pride—
I say, in these days of lax notions about Deity and
Revelation, it is very comforting, I sometimes think,,
that we have left us, at least, one thing which these hyp¬
ercritical critics can neither deny nor destroy, namely
the evidence of a loving God all about us in this uni¬
verse. For it matters not whether Moses wrote the
Pentateuch or not. It matters not whether Job is or is
not author of the book bearing his name. It matters
not whether Paul or some one else wrote the epistle to-
the Hebrews. We know wdio arched the rainbow
and hung it in the sky with its matchless colors. We
know who laid the foundations of the eternal hills,.
and clad their slopes and summits with perennial ver¬
dure. We know who poured around all " old ocean's-
gray and melancholy waste." We know who daily
sends forth his sun, that, like a bridegroom coming
out of his chamber, and as a strong man to run ai
race, girdles this old earth, lights it, warms it, fructi¬
fies it, that it may bring forth and bud, and give seed
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