He waved his hand toward the window as he pointed out the scene beyond, while in the other hand he held an open Bible, which he was always studying. “What are you reading now?” I asked as I seated myself by his bedside. “Hebrews!” he answered–”still Hebrews. The royal Book, I call it. Isnt it grand? Then, placing his finger on certain passages, he commented on them. I made some allusion to the strong opinions expressed by many persons on the history of the Creation, its grandeur, and then their treatment of the earlier chapters of the Book of Genesis. He seemed greatly distressed, his fingers twitched nervously, and a look of agony came over his face as he said: I was a young man with unformed ideas. I threw out queries, suggestions, wondering all the time over everything; and to my astonishment the ideas took like wildfire. People made a religion of them.