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them all, there are no books they publish which we do not carefully read, and 
very few truths in their geological studies which we may not remember to 
have found thirty years ago in Humboldt. We all welcome a theory when it 
comes to us, and give it the best attention and consideration in our power ; 
but scientific men should not be angry with us for not at once accepting 
theory for fact. We repudiate, too, this trifling on the part of quasi-scientific 
men, who meet in hot crowds at Nottingham, Oxford, or Dundee, in order 
that they may be thought very learned or very clever. I say, we repudiate 
the notion that these men are to be our teachers because they choose to call 
themselves philosophers ; but immediately we make the repudiation, then all 
these gentlemen are down upon us with Galileo. I know at once, when a 
scientific man gets up, that this is sure to come out ; but there is something 
simply ridiculous in it. I am not aware that science has much to boast of in 
its martyrs, and that subject, I would tell them, is a question not of science, 
but of martyrdom. Whenever there is a shadow of a martyr in the dis- 
tance for our scientific friends, they give a shout of exultation. They have 
got a case — a real case, and they bring it out with delight. They give 
a sort of feminine scream at the very thought of marshalling a scientific 
martyr against us. (Laughter.) But we have martyrs in theology as well. 
(Hear, hear.) If Professor Huxley had been present, I should have said a 
little more in pointing out what is unworthy of scientific men. We who are 
trained in the school of Christ, our Master and Lord, have a love of truth, 
because we have a love of Him. We know that what He has said will hold 
true ; and when the scientific man tells me that his theories are sure to turn 
out right, and that the theologian must be convinced in the long run, I tell 
him that the very heaven he points to for astronomical truth, the very earth 
he digs for geological truth, will all pass away, but there is something 
greater which will not. “ Heaven and earth will pass away, but my word,” 
says our Master and Lord, “ will not pass away.” (Cheers.) 
Rev. John Manners. — I should like to add one or two words to what 
has just been said. I was not present at Sion College when Professor Huxley 
delivered his address, but I should much have liked to have been there, in 
order that I might, in a conversational tone, have asked a few simple 
questions, which I am sure we should all have been glad to have had 
answered in a straightforward and satisfactory manner. We are all actuated 
by the one object of desiring to ascertain the truth of these matters, and I 
am convinced we shall find that all scientific truth revolves round Christ as a 
living Centre. Just as all things had their origin from the eternal Word 
in the beginning, so we shall find that all true living science has its origin 
in Him, and is sustained by Him, who is the truth, the light, and the life 
of the universe. Without verging into theories of Pantheism or anything 
of that sort, we shall find this absolutely true, and if it were not now too 
late in the evening, we might throw out a few suggestions to show how all 
truth radiates round the One Centre, just as the sun’s rays luminate from 
and radiate around the sun itself. Just one word about Cambridge and the 
ignorant clergy. It turns out, according to Professor Huxley and others —for 
