on the rest of mankind as stupid savages, out of whom he was to make
money, by the basest and meanest arts. There was no humanity in him.

The Romans, again, were a thoroughly inhuman people. Their calling,
they held, was to conquer all the nations of the earth, to plunder
them, to enslave them. They were the great slaveholding, man-
stealing people. Mercy was a virtue which they had utterly
forgotten. Their public shows and games were mere butcheries of
blood and torture. To see them fight to death in their theatres,
pairs after pairs, sometimes thousands in one day, was the usual and
regular amusement. And in that great city of Rome, which held
something more than a million human beings, there was not, as far as
I am aware, one single hospital, or other charitable institution of
any kind. There was, in a word, no humanity in them.

But the Gospel changed all that miraculously and suddenly, both in
Jew, in Greek, and in Roman. When men became Christians at St.
Paul's preaching, all the old barriers of race were broken down
between them. They said no more, 'I am a Roman,' 'I a Greek,' 'I a
Jew,' but 'I am a Christian man; and, because I am a Christian, Roman
and Greek and Jew are alike my brothers.'

There was seen such a sight as (so far as we know) was never seen
before on earth--the high-born white lady worshipping by the side of
her own negro slave; the proud and selfish Roman, who never had
helped a human being in his life, sending his alms to the churches of
Syria, or of some other country far away; the clever and educated
Greek learning from the Jew, whom he called a barbarian; and the Jew,
who had hated all mankind, and been hated by them in return,
preaching to all mankind the good news that they were brothers, in