CHALET’S LECTURE.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 2080, 23 October 1880, Page 2

CHALET’S LECTURE.

The following letter appears in this morning’s issue of the “Press

TO THB EDITOR OF THE FBB(B.

Sib, —I see by advertisement that one “ Chalet ” is intending to introduce the cloven foot to a Christchurch audience on Sunday evening at the Theatre RoyaL This man, I understand, is spokesman for the Diorama Company just closing its peculiar career in this city, and which, having lawfully extracted as much of people’s substance as possible, essays to insult them by taking a parting benefit on the Sabbath. It may be that M. Chalet looks upon it as his perquisite wherever be goes, to wind up a visit with a little infidel spouting, whereby he may pick up a few more shillings from fcbe simpleminded and the credulous. If he would utter his ravings on a week night in some infidel den, where no access could be had by decent people, the iniquity would be lessened. But the attempt publicly, and on the Sabbath, te educate the people of this loyal and Christian city in open and blasphemous infidelity is a crime that should meet with the prompt and outspoken reprobation of every true citizen. It is no use mincing the matter. This thing must not be suffered. We don’t want to know about “ Col. Bob Ingersoll,” other than this, that he is the prince of blasphemers—a low, degraded and blasphemous mountebank, and that of all infidel writings the lecture proposed to be given by Bob’s loving disciple is about the most diabolical thing ever written. All decent people will denounce the unparalleled impudence of this man, who seeks to instil his poison into the minds of a moral and God fearing people. Let us hope the authorities will stop the proceeding. If they do not this city is lost. Once let the sanctity of the Sabbath be abolished, and the vile roots of & foul and heathenish scepticism be established, and the place will become a little hell. Freethought indeed! Nihilism it ought to be called. “Freethinkers” never think. Their object is to stifle all honest thought, and ultimately to sweep away all that distinguishes between men and beasts. As we love our Sabbaths, our freedom and all the precious privileges attaching to a loyal citizenship, let us keep this abomination under the heel with all firmness. It may writhe. It may show its fangs. It may spit its fiendish fire. Never mind. Keep the heel well down. I am, Ac., B. Cabs.