Samantha among the Brethren — Volume 4 by Marietta Holley
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somebody else duz, it hain't for me to pitch at 'em and burn 'em up, or
even whip 'em. No, indeed! And most probable if I should study faithfully out their beliefs, I would find one grain, or mebby a grain and a half of real truth in it. [Illustration: "EF I FELL ON A STUN."] Now, for instance, take the doctrines of Christian Healin', or Mind Cure. Now I can't exactly believe that if I fell down and hurt my head on a stun--I cannot believe as I am a layin' there, that I hain't fell, and there hain't no stun--and while I am a groanin' and a bathin' the achin' bruise in anarky and wormwood, I can't believe that there hain't no such thing as pain, nor never wuz. No, I can't believe this with the present light I have got on the subject. But yet, I have seen them that this mind cure religion had fairly riz right up, and made 'em nigher to heaven every way--so nigh to it that seemin'ly a light out of some of its winders had lit up their faces with its glowin' repose, its sweet rapture. I've seen 'em, seen 'em as the Patent Medicine Maker observes so frequently, "before and after takin'." Folks that wuz despondent and hopeless, and wretched actin', why, this belief made 'em jest blossom right out into a state of hopefulness, and calmness, and joy--refreshin' indeed to contemplate. |
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