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<h1> FLOWERS OF FREETHOUGHT </h1>
<h3> (First Series) </h3>
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<h2> BY G. W. FOOTE. </h2>
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LONDON <br/> <br/> 1893.
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<p><big><b>CONTENTS</b></big></p>
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<p><SPAN href="#link2H_PREF"> PREFACE. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0002"> OLD NICK. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0003"> FIRE!!! </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0004"> SKY PILOTS. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0005"> DEVIL DODGERS. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0006"> FIGHTING SPOOKS. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0007"> DAMNED SINNERS. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0008"> WHERE IS HELL? </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0009"> SPURGEON AND HELL. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0010"> IS SPURGEON IN HEAVEN? </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0011"> GOD IN JAPAN. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0012"> STANLEY ON PROVIDENCE. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0013"> GONE TO GOD. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0014"> THANK GOD. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0015"> JUDGMENT DAY. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0016"> SHELLEY'S ATHEISM. * </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0017"> LONG FACES. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0018"> OUR FATHER. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0019"> WAIT TILL YOU DIE. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0020"> DEAD THEOLOGY. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0021"> MR. GLADSTONE ON DEVILS. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0022"> HUXLEY'S MISTAKE. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0023"> THE GOSPEL OF FREETHOUGHT. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0024"> ON RIDICULE. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0025"> WHO ARE THE BLASPHEMERS? </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0026"> CHRISTIANITY AND COMMON SENSE. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0027"> THE LORD OF LORDS. * </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0028"> CONSECRATING THE COLORS </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0029"> CHRISTMAS IN HOLLOWAY GAOL. * </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0030"> WHO KILLED CHRIST? </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0031"> DID JESUS ASCEND? </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0032"> THE RISING SON. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0033"> ST. PAUL'S VERACITY. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0034"> NO FAITH WITH HERETICS. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0035"> THE LOGIC OF PERSECUTION. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0036"> LUTHER AND THE DEVIL. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0037"> BIBLE ENGLISH. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0038"> LIVING BY FAITH. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0039"> VICTOR HUGO. * </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0040"> DESECRATING A CHURCH. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0041"> WALT WHITMAN. * </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0042"> TENNYSON AND THE BIBLE. * </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0043"> CHRIST'S OLD COAT. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0044"> CHRIST'S COAT, NUMBER TWO. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0045"> SCOTCHED, NOT SLAIN. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0046"> GOD-MAKING. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0047"> GOD AND THE WEATHER. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0048"> MIRACLES. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0049"> A REAL MIRACLE. * </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0050"> JESUS ON WOMEN. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0051"> PAUL ON WOMEN. </SPAN></p>
<p><SPAN href="#link2H_4_0052"> MOTHER'S RELIGION. </SPAN></p>
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<h2> PREFACE. </h2>
<p>Heinrich Heine called himself a soldier in the army of human liberation.
It was a modest description of himself, for he was more; his position was
that of a leader, and his sword was like the mystic Excalibur, flashing
with the hues of his genius, and dealing death to the enemies of freedom.</p>
<p>Humbler fighters than Heine may count themselves as simple soldiers in
that great army, whose leaders' names are graven deep in the history of
modern Europe. I also venture to rank myself with them, and it is the
summit of my ambition. To be indeed a soldier in that army, however low
and obscure, is not to have lived in vain; to persevere, to fight to the
end, is to live (if unknown) in the future of humanity.</p>
<p>In the course of my service to "the cause" I have wielded tongue and pen
as weapons. The spoken word has gone, like spilt water, except as it may
have made an impression on the listeners. The written word remains. Most
of it, in truth, was only the week's work, done honestly, but under no
special impulse. Some of the rest—as I have been told, and as in a
few cases I feel—is of less doubtful value; having occasionally the
merit of a free play of mind on subjects that are too often treated with
ignorance, timidity, or hypocrisy.</p>
<p>This is my reason for publishing in a separate and durable form the
articles in this collection. Whether it is a sufficient reason the reader
will judge for himself.</p>
<p>No serious attempt has been made at classification. Here and there
articles have been placed in intended proximity, though written at
different intervals in the past ten years. Sometimes, for an obvious
reason, the date of composition has been indicated. Otherwise there is no
approach to systematic arrangement; and if this is a defect, the reader
has on the other hand the benefit of variety.</p>
<p>The ambitious, and hardly excusable, thing about this collection is its
title. But the selection of a label for such a miscellany was not an easy
task, and I ask the reader's indulgence in consideration ef the
difficulty. The title I have chosen is at least a pretty one, and in a
sense it is appropriate. These articles are flowers of <i>my</i>
Freethought; the blossomings of my mind on particular occasions, after
much investigation and pondering.</p>
<p>Wherever I have made a rash statement I shall be happy to be corrected;
wherever I may have argued wrongly, I shall be happy to be set right. But
I am less amenable to appeals on the ground of "taste." They are almost
invariably made by those who wish failure to one's propaganda. A fair
controversialist will refrain from personalities. I have done this, and I
will do no more. I believe in free thought and honest speech. In the war
of ideas there is neither treaty nor truce. To ask for quarter is to admit
defeat; and to give it is treachery to Truth.</p>
<p>April, 1893. G. W. FOOTE.</p>
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