Mr Robert Lynd in his "Home Life in Ireland," a book which
ought to have been mentioned earlier in these pages, relates the case
of a young man who was refused ordination in the Presbyterian Church
because he had permitted himself to doubt whether the Pope was in fact
anti-Christ. And he writes with melancholy truth:
"If the Presbyterian clergy had loved Ireland as much as they have
hated Rome they could have made Ulster a home of intellectual
energy and spiritual buoyancy long ago. They have preferred to keep
Ulster dead to fine ideas rather than risk the appearance of a few
unsettling ideas among the rest."
It has not been, one likes to think, a death, consummated and final, but
rather an interruption of consciousness from which recovery is possible.
Drugged with a poisonous essence, distilled from history for him by his
exploiters, the Orangeman of the people has lived in a world of
phantoms. In politics he has never in his whole career spoken for
himself. The Catholic peasant comes to articulate, personal speech in
Davitt; the national aristocracy in Parnell.
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