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armed savages. We had no right to buy, because Spain had no right
to sell the Philippines. We acquired no rights on those islands
by whipping Spain.

_Question_. Do you think the President should have stated his
policy in Boston the other day?

_Answer_. Yes, I think it would be better if he would unpack his
little budget--I like McKinley, but I liked him just as well before
he was President. He is a good man, not because he is President,
but because he is a man--you know that real honor must be earned--
people cannot give honor--honor is not alms--it is wages. So, when
a man is elected President the best thing he can do is to remain
a natural man. Yes, I wish McKinley would brush all his advisers
to one side and say his say; I believe his say would be right.

Now, don't change this interview and make me say something mean
about McKinley, because I like him. The other day, in Chicago, I
had an interview and I wrote it out. In that "interview" I said
a few things about the position of Senator Hoar. I tried to show
that he was wrong--but I took pains to express by admiration for
Senator Hoar. When the interview was published I was made to say
that Senator Hoar was a mud-head. I never said or thought anything
of the kind. Don't treat me as that Chicago reporter did.

_Question_. What do you think of Atkinson's speech?

_Answer_. Well, some of it is good--but I never want to see the
soldiers of the Republic whipped. I am always on our side.

--_The Press_, Philadelphia, February 20, 1899.

PSYCHICAL RESEARCH AND THE BIBLE.*

[* As an incident in the life of any one favored with the privilege,
a visit to the home of Col. Robert G. Ingersoll is certain to be
recalled as a most pleasant and profitable experience. Although
not a sympathizer with the great Agnostic's religious views, yet I
have long admired his ability, his humor, his intellectual honesty
and courage. And it was with gratification that I accepted the
good offices of a common friend who recently offered to introduce
me to the Ingersoll domestic circle in Gramercy Park. Here I found
the genial Colonel, surrounded by his children, his grandchildren,
and his amiable wife, whose smiling greeting dispelled formality
and breathed "Welcome" in every syllable. The family relationship
seemed absolutely ideal--the very walls emitting an atmosphere of
art and music, of contentment and companionship, of mutual trust,
happiness and generosi