THERE are many millions of people who believe the Bible to be the inspired word of God-millions who think that this book is staff and guide, counselor and consoler; that it fills the present with peace and the future with hope-millions who believe that it is the fountain of law, justice and mercy, and that to its wise and benign teachings the world is indebted for its liberty, wealth and civilization-millions who imagine that this book is a revelation from the wisdom and love of God to the brain and heart of man-millions who regard this book as a torch that conquers the darkness of death, and pours its radiance on another world-a world without a tear. They forget its ignorance and savagery, its hatred of liberty, its religious persecution; they remember heaven, but they forget the dungeon of eternal pain