round upon you and say, "Why make an 'example' of me, a merely
ill-situated, pitiable man? Have you no more respect for
misfortune? Misfortune, I have been told, is sacred. And yet
you hang me, now I am fallen into your hands; choke the life out
of me, for an example! Again I ask, Why make an example of me,
for your own convenience alone?"--All "revenge" being out of the
question, it seems to me the caitiff is unanswerable; and he and
the philanthropic platforms have the logic all on their side.

The one answer to him is: "Caitiff, we hate thee; and discern
for some six thousand years now, that we are called upon by the
whole Universe to do it. Not with a diabolic but with a divine
hatred. God himself, we have always understood, 'hates sin,'
with a most authentic, celestial, and eternal hatred. A hatred,
a hostility inexorable, unappeasable, which blasts the scoundrel,
and all scoundrels ultimately, into black annihilation and
disappearance from the sum of things. The path of it as the path
of a flaming sword: he that has eyes may see it, walking
inexorable, divinely beautiful and divinely terrible, through the
chaotic gulf of Human History, and everywhere burning, as with
unquenchable fire, the false and death-worthy from the true and
life-worthy; making all Human History, and the Biography of every
man, a God's Cosmos in place of a Devil's Chaos. So is it, in
the end; even so, to every man who is a man, and not a mutinous
beast, and has eyes to see. To thee, caitiff, these things were
and are, quite incredible; to us they are too awfully
certain,--the Eternal Law of this Universe, whether thou and
others will believe it or disbelieve. We, not to be partakers in
thy destructive adventure of defying God and all the Universe,
dare not allow thee to continue longer among us. As a palpable