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             Address [excerpt] 
                  Dr. Pullman was one 
              of the first to see the wider meanings of our faith. His whole life 
              in fact was largely given in helping our church to understand its 
              faith. He believed, and wanted all to understand, that Universalism 
              is a religion for this world as well as for the next, that it is 
              adequate to every crisis in the individual life and every problem 
              in the world. How ably he made this appear at the General Convention 
              held in Buffalo two years ago. William [60][61] 
              McKinley had just been killed and the assassin was still alive. 
              The whole city, the whole nation in fact, was under a cloud. 
                   Here seemed an evil out of which no 
              good could come, and then and there Dr. Pullman said “Here in this 
              very city where I speak, the evil hand of anarchy struck what was 
              meant to be a deadly blow at the very heart of our precious and 
              costly social good. And for a few hours after the President of the 
              United States was shot, it seemed to us in our bewilderment of grief 
              and terror and rage that evil was fatally stronger than good and 
              had triumphed. But was it so? No: our social structure, founded 
              in essential righteousness, did not even stagger at that blow. It 
              stood like a rock; not a stone of its foundations was displaced. 
              Not for a day, nor an hour, were the necessary functions of our 
              government interrupted. The whole nation trembled indeed, but it 
              was with great indignation, not with weakness. The stroke of evil 
              was a failure. The heart of the nation beat stronger and fuller 
              after it than before it. If you shoot out the main spring of a watch, 
              that watch will stop, but the whole life of the American nation 
              is not coiled in the brains of any one citizen, however eminent 
              and beloved—it has 70,000,000 separate lives! The [61][62] 
              assassination of the President showed, not the triumph but the futility 
              of evil.  
                   “But you say, evil killed the man, 
              and therefore did have some triumph. All men must die, and what 
              is so universal can not, under God, be of itself an evil. Most men 
              die ingloriously in their beds. But that shot gave William McKinley 
              an opportunity to die nobly, and he so nobly took it that it has 
              multiplied his life a millionfold here on the earth! and it translated 
              him to the uplands of the universe where he walks with Washington 
              and Lincoln and Garfield and Harrison and the rest, and serves the 
              interests of the universe in higher ways than the highest ways on 
              earth. But still, you say, that evil shot triumphed in the sorrow 
              which it wrought. I doubt that. Of all the influence which God brings 
              to bear upon man in this life, none is more refining and ennobling 
              than a noble sorrow. 
                   “We shall cure anarchy in the only 
              way in which it can ever be cured. We shall not fight the battles 
              of cosmos with the weapons of chaos, not tyrannize free speech under 
              pretenses of protecting liberty. But we shall strictly restrain 
              those in whom anarchism has become a mental and moral disease, educate 
              the ignorance in which that disease now takes root, [62][63] 
              and reform the abuses that sow the seed. Education and religion 
              are the only permanent cures for anarchism. 
                   “No man, loyal to God and believing 
              in His success, can ever be an anarchist. He will antagonize bad 
              government with reason and not with the knife. 
                   “Next week the assassin of William 
              McKinley will die at the hands of the law. What beyond this ought 
              to be his fate? What do the moral interests of the Universe demand? 
              That he be kept in everlasting worthlessness, in chains and torments, 
              an eternal blot, the evil that is in him made to live forever, or 
              that he be awakened from his night-mare dream of anarchy, purged 
              as by fire, changed to cleanliness and sanity, converted to order, 
              trained to obedience and set to atone for the harm he has done?” 
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