The Religious Life of London

Man is undoubtedly a religious animal. In England at any rate the remark holds good. No one who ignores the religious element in our histor y can rightly understand what England was, or how she came to be what she is. The fuller is our knowledge, the wider our field of investigation, the more minute our inquir y, the stronger must be the conviction in all minds that religion has been for good or bad the great moving power, and, in spite of the teachings of Secularism or of Positivism, it is clear that as much as ever the questions which are daily and hourly coming to the front have in them more or less of a religious element. It is not often foreigners perceive this. Take Louis Blanc as an illustration. As much as any foreigner he has mastered our habits and waysmdash;all that we call our inner life; yet, to him, the English pulpit is a piece of woodmdash;nothing more. According to him, the oracles are dumb, the sacred fire has ceased to burn, the veil of the temple is rent in twain; church attendance, he tells us, in England, besides custom, has little to recommend it. There is beauty in desolationmdash;in life changing into deathmdash; Before Decaylsquo;s effacing fingers Have swept the lines where beauty lingers;