RELIGION AGAINST SKEPTICISM.
The skeptical Mr. Bradlaugh was once lecturing in a little village in the north of England, and at the close challenged discussion. Who should accept the challenge but an old, bent woman, in the most antiquated attire, who went up to the lecturer and said, "Sir, I have a question to put to you." "Well, my good woman, what is it?" "Ten years ago," she said, "I was left a widow, with eight children utterly unprovided for, and nothing to call my own but this Bible. By its direction, and looking to God for strength, I have been enabled to feed myself and my family. I am now tottering to the grave, but I am perfectly happy, because I look forward to a life of immortality with Jesus in Heaven. That's what my religion has done for me. What has your way of thinking done for you?" "Well, my good lady," replied the lecturer, "I don't want to disturb your comfort, but—" "Oh! but that's not the question," interposed the woman; keep to the point, sir. What has your way of thinking done for you?" The infidel endeavored to shirk the matter again. The feeling of the meeting gave vent in uproarious applause, and Mr. Bradlaugh had to go away discomfited by an old woman.—The Lutheran.