or activity of the party, he proves thereby that he does not accept Socialism as fundamentally true and of the first importance, and his place is outside. No man can be consistently both a Socialist and a Christian. It must either be the Socialist or the religious principle that is supreme, for the attempt to couple them equally together betrays charlatanism or lack of thought. There is, therefore, no need for a specifically anti-religious test. So surely does the acceptance of Socialism lead to the exclusion of the supernatural that the Socialist has little need for such terms as Atheist, Free Thinker, or even Materialist, for the word Socialist, rightly understood, implies one who, on all such questions, takes his stand on positive science, explaining all things by purely natural causation Socialism being not merely a politico-economic creed, but an integral part of a consistent world philosophy."

Had these words been written by a most consistent anti-Socialist, they could scarcely have been expressed more emphatically. Coming from an orthodox Socialist source, they should forever clear the ground of all doubt as to the possibility of harmonizing religion and the Marxian philosophy.

The Mission of Religion

"Under all its multifarious forms the modern mission of religion," the writer continues, "is to cloak the hideousness and the injustice of social conditions and keep the exploited meek and submissive. But Socialism is the possibility of social conditions that are rational and humane, and need no mask. Therefore, to tear away the veil of hypocrisy and mysticism from modern society is to

urge the workers to end its misery and inequality."

"But it must not be forgotten that since religion is ever used as a weapon by the ruling class against the wealth producers, no working man in the struggle for emancipation of his class can honestly avoid a religious conflict. Our question is, therefore, answered. Socialism, both as a philosophy and as a form of society, is the antithesis of religion."

"The Socialist can see, accompanying the decline of religion, the toiling multitudes emerging from the darkness of ignorance and fear into the clear daylight of science and power, spurning the priests who had duped them, dispossessing the class that had robbed them, moulding society to their needs, ordering and perfecting the social forces they have inherited."

For Popular Perusal.

There is much more of this stilted type of appeal, but it mostly consists of Socialist platitudes that have already been worn thread-bare by long and trequent use; yet, taken all in all, the work I have been reviewing is of a much higher order, from a literary point of view, than much of the work that is being turned out by the Socialist press. From the fact that this pamphlet is being sold for one penny, and so placed within the reach of that class for which it is intended, some idea of its influence may be gained, and the necessity for an effective means being taken to counteract such influence must be apparent to all right-thinking Christian people.

With the wide circulation which this manifesto has attained there can be lit

tle doubt but that it has reached the hands of most of those who have been taking an active part in the Socialist movement under the name of "Christian Socialism." If they can continue to thrust their unwelcome and despised services upon the leaders of the propaganda after such a public pronouncement, they certainly deserve the scorn and contempt, not only of the Socialists themselves but of all decent people. Such men prove themselves false to the religion they profess as well as to the social state that made it possible for them to lay claim to the title of being Christians. Flouted, insulted, ridiculed, as they have been by this manifesto, if they can still persist in their vain effort to make it appear that they have any part or lot in the Socialist movement, they have gone too far to be touched by any appeal to decency or common sense.

An Agitator's Blasphemy.

It has been my lot to meet, very recently, one of those gentlemen who travel through the country preaching the doctrines of "Christian Socialism" to such audiences as they can get together in the open market squares or at street corners. He began to repeat to me his stock of platitudes, freely quoting from the Bible and especially the New Testament. I managed to listen for a few minutes, but was forced to leave him abruptly because I could not stand the blasphemy in his use of sacred names and sacred themes.

And yet I found, upon inquiry, that he was making converts-actually had disciples who accompanied, or went before him, to prepare the way by distributing tracts and leaflets, and announcing his coming. I am also told seriously by regular churchmen and clergymen, that "such men do some good, as they reach a class that can be reached in no other way." To my mind it would be far better if that class were never reached at all, rather than that their minds should be poisoned by Socialist fallacies and illusions, like the wild and fantastic rubbish that Socialism means Christ's second coming and the realization of God's Kingdom on earth.

A Bold Stand Demanded.

It seems to me and I have heard many others express similar opinionsthat the time has come when all religious people should take a bold and effectual stand against the propagation of such doctrines among the working men who may easily be misled. by these flattering sycophants, with their alluring sophistries. If some action of this kind is not taken, we shall see religion maligned, trailed in the dust, spurned and trampled upon in scorn and derision by howling mobs of fanatics who have been urged to a state of frenzy by their false leaders, the professional agitators who travel about under the guise of "Christian" Socialists.

HERE was never anything like it!

comrade! It is truly informing as to Socialist principles. For everyone-except the Socialist himself-knows that just what is put into the 'design must come out in the thing made. Colors, form, figure and intensities-all stand forth in the philosophy worked out, and tell the wide, wide world-with Timbuctoo added thereunto-just how and why Socialists love one another.

Was not the adumbration of the Revolution shaken out by Marx in his own proper person? Of course it was! Did not he who fashioned the "class-less society" thunder forth the edict that the "expropriation of the expropriators' shall be the work of the philosopher? Of course he did! And does not that evolving reverberation roar from shore to shore, every day making louder the philosophical voice as it beats up against. the eternal order of things? Aye, truly!

The "Universal-Minded-Man,"

And did not that same "universalminded-man,' Marx, persuade the founders of the Revolution to leave selfsacrifice to "sheep-like Christians" and make gangrene "Class-Consciousness their action for life? Sure!

Are not Marx's volcanic words now belched forth by his Titanic comrades. with a developing sense of the "brotherly-love" they stand for? You bet!

Lo, violence is on the job, translating the Marxian Philippics into sonnets of "How Socialists Love One Another." Here then we have the Marxian contradiction: Violence is the sire of Peace; while the law of Socialist development carries Peace forward to Violence once more. How simple! And how delightful to know how the wheels go round! This was why Leibknecht so loved Marx that he angrily taunted him with the fact that they had not a single workman amongst them, with which to found the International Movement of the Working Class. But the "Class Struggle" for love of food, clothing and shelter keeps afoot the movement, now that it is set agoing.

It was ever thus, and is now! Comrade Spargo sets it all down in his most widespread and invaluable biography of Marx, which his dear comrade, Untermann, wholly approves as an outrageous travesty on history. Poor history! Her Marx a la Spargo is as sweet and as soft as a sucking dove, while a translation of the choleric Marx, as he sets himself down in German, is not wise. It might inflame with love our commercially cold American paper and burn up the move

ment.

Marx and the Revolution.

Happily, from its very inception, Marx made The Revolution-before he discovered it ideally to have existed before the keel of this old world was laid down-sideup by Hegel-to be hissing with hate for

love of the working class, with all their power of numbers. So, as soon as ever the philosophy of Socialism began its practice, it has faithfully transcribed the ideal society right down here amongst us. Of course, the microcosm has all the elements of Socialism Triumphant. It is because we have neither "class-consciousness" nor "race-consciousness," which is vastly superior, that the love of comrade for comrade looks actively blank. They live in a new world. "It rests on rocks all the way down." The materialist conception of history was invented to prove that we shall have Socialism whether we want it or not, so, if what we know as confidence in the integrity of friends looks just like distrust, it is easily accounted for under the new mode of creation.

When You Know You Must.

It is a fine thing to "know" that you are one of a class that must rob, if not one of a class that must be robbed. But it gets on the nerves of the comrades and stays there. No Muldoon cure for

them!

No matter how many mud baths are taken, the odor of the one and only Socialist explanation of "Capitalist Society" will not run to earth; and it cannot cry to Heaven for its healing. No, because every man's "God" is the reflex action of our economic epoch; and, as Socialism is not yet an economic epoch -but still a mere philosophy of life, coming nearer-it were rank superstition to cry out for mercy and to pray that justice may be done to man by man.

Indeed, it is precisely because there are no moral obligations, only social considerations, and because Old Glory is to every mother's son of them only a trade. signal, that Socialists love one another as they do. They so tenderly cherish

and so loyally revere the memory of their Marx-economic gospel writer and political party atheist founder-that his body lies in an utterly neglected grave; while the ashes of his Elinor-nobody knows where they are. Alas! the melancholy of this "free wife," and the tragedy of her death, should most highly recommend the morals which Socialists scorn.

I shall venture to enumerate some of the nascent facts, which, evolving, shall, under that Brotherhool of Man which is educed from the social instincts of the animal herd, necessarily become the permanent state of the new society. You will kindly note that I make no mention of the characteristic morality of the barnyard fowls. This is because Engels says that the descent of man came not by the way of the birds, but, for sure, up through Sir Missing Linkship.

At any rate, things will be different, ideally different, vastly; for it must be understood that "our philosopher" Deitzgen made a new human nature, greatly inferior to the one we have, with which the Ten Commandments won't dovetail, while Marx made the discovery of "Surplus-Value" to fit precisely that nature which our Socialist philosopher made.

How Comrades Love.

By scientific research, I have their data to show how comrades love one another, and, by years of study, I have the understanding of their "philosophic contradictions" which tell why they do love one another. Hence, from the how and the why, I have become pretty thoroughly acquainted with the quality of the Socialist world now; and, hereafter, there shall be more of the same thingwhen the "cells" shall act en masse, as De Leon or Debs would have them

here in America. By the human mass is meant, of course, not that puny majority which supplies the preponderance of force in any particular row which separates comrade from comrade by giving one personal ascendency over the other. No, not such a life-long quarrel as that between Engels and Hyndman; nor that of Hyndman and Morris, occasioned by "the malignant lying of a despicable married woman on a purely domestic question;" nor even the organized masses of the Socialist Party itself, which has just landed, by ballots, opposing "liars," "cowards," "traitors," and "imbeciles" upon their National Executive Committee! Just fancy the concord with which the conflicting will of the all-wise comrades at home shall be carried out into a public policy for evolving Brotherly Love. There is the irrepressible Haywood, openly glorying in conspiracy and in being a conspirator, side by side with Spargo, who so tenderly loves not alone his own comrades, but those of the world, as gracefully to dispose of himself on either side of any fence for the good of the Cause!

The Out-worn Moral Law. No, not any of these inside masses! But the one Mass-the monistic mass, sitting enthroned upon the seat of the out-worn Moral Law! This-the entire proletariat and the proletarian-is the force that shall give the knock-out blow to civil society, just to please that impersonal thing, the Marxian theory. These are they who speak with evolutionary authority, giving one law to-day and, at the same time, another in strict contradiction to it. The Medes and the Persians never could have thought of this line of least resistance. Not to Truth-no, never!-but to this author

ity, all things on earth must bow. Whatsoever thing is easy on these masses is right; whatsoever thing is hard on them, that is wrong. No less a "race-conscious" voice than the living Kautsky has just given utterance to in The Weekly People:

"Everything is objectionable that renders difficult the open organization of the proletarian masses, or that leads. their interest away from this style of organization."

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This is a universal edict-it does not evolve for De Leon agrees with it. It is a funny thing-this god, I mean-for the Socialist can't see a difference between a chain of "infinite number" and the creation and end of the world. is evolving to perfection by rolling up votes, yet he is never sure which is his voice, for he has warring voices. Nevertheless, each voice is cock sure of just what to do and just how to do it, to bring in the inevitable Revolution.

A Scientific Stunt.

It is a scientific stunt to take orders from the proletarian masses, and a fine art to carry them out. But De Leon did it; and Debs did it. More than twenty years ago, with broken doors, broken heads, policemen's clubs and civil suits, the comrades made two gods out of one. So, from that time to this, in a fine and rolling frenzy, the "Kangaroos" have loved the "Skunks," and the "Skunks" have loved the "Kangaroos. Mutually, in their official organs—upon the public platform at their inner circles and in private conversation-all the disreputable words in the dictionary have been lavishly employed in telling of the deeds that are dark and the tricks