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 PASTOR OF THE CHURCH OF THE PURITANS. 
 
Plemorabilia 
 
 GEORGE B. CHEEVER, D.D. 
 
 LATE PASTOR OF THE 
 
 CHURCH OF THE PURITANS 
 
 Union Square, New York 
 
 Ibis mffe 
 ELIZABETH WETMORE CHEEVER 
 
 IN VERSE AND PROSE 
 
 Only they are crowned and sainted 
 Who with grief have been acquainted : 
 Making nations nobler, freer. 
 
 Longfellow. 
 
 FLEMING H. REVELL COMPANY. 
 
 NEW YORK: | CHICAGO: 
 
 30 Union Square : East. I 14S-150 Madison Street. 
 
 Publishers of Evangelical Literature. 
 
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Not for one age alone but for all time. 
 
 — Sen Jonson. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Introductory Sketch, by Henry T. Cheever, . pages vii-xviii 
 Funeral Address, by Rev. Dr. H. M. Booth, . pages xix-xxvii 
 
 3Part fi. 
 
 Engraving of Mrs. Cheever, page \ 
 
 Invocation and Prelude, in Verse, .... pages xxix-xxxiii 
 Memorial Offerings in Eleven Chapters, , . . pages 1-2 19 
 Artotype of Church of the Puritans, Union Square, page 128 
 
 ^art Sfi. 
 
 Introduction to Anniversary Poems, pages 1-18 
 
 Picture of Dr. Cheever's Study at Englewood, . . . page 86 
 
 Anniversary and Other Poems, pages 19-361 
 
 View from Study Window at Englewood, . . . page 127 
 
 Appendix, containing Various Letters, pages 64 
 
 Copious Index, pages 65-72 
 
INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. 
 
 George Barrell Cheever was born in Hallo- 
 well, Me., April 17, 1807; second son of Charlotte 
 Barrell, of York, and Nathaniel Cheever, of Salem, 
 Mass. His father acquired the art of printing in 
 the office of Isaiah Thomas, under the guardian- 
 ship of his uncle, Rev. Dr. Aaron Bancroft of 
 Worcester. In Hallowell, he became a leading 
 man, of great integrity, energy, and force of char 
 acter. He was printer and publisher, founder of 
 the American Advocate and General Advertiser of 
 Kennebec County, Me. He early published an 
 edition of the " Pilgrim's Progress," for the people 
 of his State, believed to have been the first book 
 of the kind issued in the then District of Maine. 
 The moulding influence of this work was marked 
 upon the character and life of the son. Through 
 his father's book store he became an early and 
 eager devourer of books. 
 
 His grandfather was Nathaniel Cheever, of 
 Salem, of whom it is recorded in the Maine Re- 
 ports,* that his was the first blood shed in the 
 Revolution, he being one of a party of Provincials 
 who resisted a company of British Regulars sent 
 from Boston by Gov. Thos. Gage to seize the Salem 
 powder-mill, just before hostilities began between 
 
 * Vol. xxxin. page 593. 
 
viii INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. 
 
 the colonists and the mother country. At a certain 
 bridge near to Salem the resistance was so stout 
 that Mr. Cheever received the thrust of a British 
 bayonet, whose holder was at once thrown into 
 the stream by the angry Provincialists, and the 
 British force retreated without effecting their 
 object. 
 
 George was educated at Hallowell Academy and 
 Bowdoin College, Brunswick, being of the class of 
 1825, to which belonged the poet Longfellow, the 
 writer Nathaniel Hawthorne, Congressman Jona- 
 than Cilley, the historian J. S. C. Abbott, U. S. 
 Senator J. W. Bradbury, and Patrick Henry Green- 
 leaf, D.D. He studied for the ministry at An- 
 dover under the instruction of Prof. Moses Stuart 
 and Drs. Robinson, Woods, Murdock, and Eben- 
 ezer Porter. 
 
 While in college and the theological seminary 
 he began his life as author by frequent contribu- 
 tions to the U. S. Literary Gazette and the American 
 Monthly Magazine. He also compiled the popular 
 " American Common-place Books of Prose and 
 Poetry," and edited the " Select Works of Arch- 
 bishop Leighton," with a much admired critique 
 on his life, writings, and character, and " Studies 
 in English Poetry for the Schools." Articles from 
 his pen appeared in the North American Review on 
 " Lowths' Hebrew Poetry," in the Quarterly Register 
 on " Greek Literature," and in other period- 
 icals, on "The Genius of Edmund Burke," and a 
 deprecatory essay on the " Removal of the Indians " 
 in review of " The Letters of William Penn " 
 (Jeremiah Evarts). 
 
MTkObUCTOHY SKETCH. ix 
 
 On leaving the seminary he preached as substi- 
 tute for absent pastors at Newburyport and the 
 Essex Street Church, Boston, in connection with 
 the evangelical labors of Charles G. Finney; and 
 was finally settled over the Howard Street Church, 
 Salem, in 1833. His fervent and impressive ministry 
 there is remembered with deepest interest by some 
 who survive to this present, by more who " have 
 fallen on sleep." 
 
 The writer of this sketch has frequently heard 
 his discourses referred to by men now far in the 
 vale of years, as having made a powerful impres- 
 sion upon their minds. Conscience and Christ 
 were his recurring themes ; and his appeals to 
 innate ideas and intuitions, with reasonings from 
 the nature of things, " made his hearers solemn 
 and thoughtful over themselves, and given to feel- 
 ing after a Saviour, if haply they might find him." 
 
 Settled in a city where Unitarianism was pre- 
 dominant, he early engaged with enthusiasm in 
 defence of " the faith once delivered to the saints,' 
 beginning with an address at the religious celebra- 
 tion of the Fourth of July in Salem, entitled, 
 " Worldly Principles and Maxims as they Appear 
 in the Light of Divine Truth." 
 
 It is an interesting psychological fact that this 
 wide-reaching address contains in embryo the 
 thoughts and principles of many subsequent dis- 
 courses on the temperance, anti-slavery, anti- 
 popery, Sabbath, social, and political reforms. 
 
 The sharp criticism and controversy evolced by 
 this extraordinary production led to a series of 
 spirited articles in the public press of Salem 
 
X INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. 
 
 under the caption, "Cudworth Defended and 
 Unitarianism Delineated," also to divers contro- 
 versial papers in The Spirit of the Pilgrims, The 
 Quarterly Observer, and Christian Spectator, and to a 
 pungent letter to the conductors of the Christian 
 Examiner, headed "The Course and System of 
 Unitarians Plainly and Solemnly Surveyed.' 
 
 Mr. Cheever early entered the lists as a cham- 
 pion of the temperance reform, aiming at the root 
 of the evil, and striicing powerfully at distilleries, 
 of which there were no less than four in the im- 
 mediate vicinity of Salem, that produced 500,000 
 gallons annually of New England rum. He wrote 
 an imaginative article for the Salem Landmark 
 under the guise of a dream with dramatic acces- 
 sories and machinery, entitled, "Inquire at Amos 
 Giles's Distillery." This at once flashed through 
 the country at large, was caught up and pictured by 
 the artists, and created a commotion in Salem 
 and vicinity, the like of which had not been known 
 since the days of witchcraft. Its publication was 
 immediately followed by a nocturnal attack upon 
 the Landmark office, and by a personal savage as- 
 sault on the author at mid-day in the public street, 
 by the foreman of a Salem distillery. This was 
 succeeded by an indictment of the author for libel 
 upon the owner of the distillery, and his speedy 
 trial and sentence to thirty days in the Salem jail,* 
 notwithstanding the support of very able counsel 
 and the " absence of proof that the article was 
 written with any malicious or injurious intention 
 whatever." He was there confined in the cell next 
 to that occupied by one of the murderers of White, 
 
 * And a fine of $1000 paid by E. C. Delavan, of Albany, N. Y. 
 
INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. ■ xi 
 
 in whose trial Webster made his celebrated plea. 
 This whole affair, together with his exhaustive de- 
 fence before Chief Justice Shaw in abatement of 
 judgment for his having shown up the pernicious 
 business of distilling, and a similar arraignment of 
 brewing by his widely circulated story of "Deacon 
 Jones' Brewery,'' gave great notoriety to the au- 
 thor and made an era in the temperance reform. 
 
 Soon after serving out his sentence he had leave 
 of absence from his people for a voyage to Europe, 
 and became correspondent for a year from Spain 
 and the Orient, for the New York Observer. Re- 
 turning, he was at once invited to the pastorate of 
 the Allen Street Presbyterian Church, New York, in 
 1839, where he delivered the celebrated lectures on 
 the Pilgrim's Progress, and on Hierarchical Des- 
 potism, defending the principles of the Puritans — 
 "a church without a bishop, and a state without a 
 king." He also maintained a public debate with 
 J. L. O'SuUivan, Esq., for successive evenings in 
 the old Broadway Tabernacle upon Capital Punish- 
 ment, proving its right, obligation, and expedi- 
 ency, from Scripture, reason, the nature of things, 
 and the history of mankind. These, together with 
 a volume under the name of " God's Hand in 
 America,'' showing a governing and retributive 
 providence among the nations, were at that time 
 given to the press. 
 
 His health becoming impaired by exhaustive la- 
 bors in the pulpit,' on the platform, and in the 
 press, he revisited Europe for recreation as cor- 
 respondent of the New York. Evangelist in 1844, and 
 gave the result of his travels to the public in vol- 
 
xii INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. 
 
 umes entitled, " Wanderings of a Pilgrim under 
 the Shadow of Mont Blanc and Jung Frau," issued 
 in repeated editions both in this country and Great 
 Britain. Returning after an absence of nearly two 
 years, he became associated in the editorship of 
 the Evangelist. At the same time he yielded to the 
 overtures of personal friends and coadjutors and 
 united in the formation of the Church of the Puri- 
 tans in New York, which proved such an impreg- 
 nable fortress of Freedom in the times that tried 
 men's souls, soon after its stately walls were pro- 
 videntially reared on Union Square in 1846. Not 
 long after this he became associated with the New 
 York Independent, as a contributor, along with 
 Leonard Bacon, Richard S. Storrs, J. P. Thompson 
 and Joshua Leavitt, who, over their several initials, 
 gave it the richest results of their independent 
 thinking, at a time when its merchant proprietors 
 tersely informed their Southern buyers and their 
 pro-slavery Northern backers that " they were sell- 
 ing their goods, not their principles." 
 
 This period was one of great spiritual activity 
 and productiveness. Beside numerous literary 
 lectures, special discourses, and the exactions of 
 pulpit and parish, he carried through the press, 
 " Powers of the World to Come," " The Hill Diffi- 
 culty and Other Allegories," "Windings of the 
 River of the Water of Life," " Voices of Nature to 
 Her Foster-child, the Soul of Man," " Voyage to 
 the Celestial Country," " The Journal of the Pil- 
 grims," " Lectures on Cowper," " The Right of the 
 Bible in Common Schools," " God Against Slav- 
 ery and the Duty of the Pulpit to Rebuke It." 
 
INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. xiii 
 
 When the repeal of the Missouri compromise by 
 Congress came, the Fugitive Slave Law, the 
 Kansas-Nebraska Bill, and finally in 1857 the Dred- 
 Scott Decision of the Supreme Court, denying the 
 right of Congress to prohibit slave-holding in the 
 Territories of the Union, and proclaiming it as the 
 doctrine of our Revolutionary fathers that " the 
 negro had no rights that white men were bound 
 to respect,'' the thunder of the pulpit of the Puri- 
 tans was heard, and its protracted peals rever- 
 berated through the political heavens. All over 
 the land its voice was heard through the Monday 
 metropolitan press, reporting its burning words, 
 as from one '' of the old Hebrew prophets risen 
 from the dead." The arraignment of the Chief 
 Justice of the Supreme Court, out of the Scrip- 
 tures, in the name of Jehovah, was terrific but un- 
 answerable: — 
 
 " A prophet's solemn word; 
 And in its hollow tones were heard 
 The thanks of millions yet to be." 
 
 it was whispered, and even published in the New 
 York Observer that the preacher at Union Square 
 had gone mad, and that his proper place was the 
 lunatic asylum. But he held on with a lofty cour- 
 age and tenacity, level-headed and sublime, his 
 feet unmovable upon the Word of God, which he 
 wielded with a majesty and might that gave his 
 hearers a new revelation of the power of the Bible, 
 and its richness of resource to godly ministers and 
 reformers in combating the sins and evils of the 
 times. 
 
xiv ; INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. 
 
 Not all the church, however, could bear it ; or 
 the stand taken by the pastor in defence of John 
 Brown, and in the hospitality given to the radical 
 Church Anti-Slavery Society, whose anniversaries 
 were held in the Church of the Puritans, and its 
 position of non-fellowship with slave-holders sus- 
 tained by the pastor. Aided from outside an effort 
 was made to dislodge and silence the preacher by 
 cutting off supplies ; and a number withdrew from 
 the church. Early, therefore, in the summer of i860 • 
 Dr. Cheever went to Great Britain with a commis- 
 sion from his church to represent its position to 
 British Christians in regard to emancipation in 
 America, and to procure co-operation and assistance 
 in holding its place. In his absence, an if^ -/a/-/^ 
 council held in May, 1861, after hearing the state- 
 ment of certain disaffected and suspended mem- 
 bers of the Church of the Puritans, recommended 
 that the fellowship of the Congregational churches 
 in this country be withdrawn from said church. 
 This was followed by a recommendation at the 
 annual meeting of the Church Anti-Slavery Society 
 in Boston, May 29, 1861, "to all Congregational 
 pastors and churches to disregard the advice of 
 said ex-parte council, to regard the Church of the 
 Puritans as a sister church in affliction, and to re- 
 gard the action of said council as erroneous, 
 dangerous, and unscriptural." 
 
 On motion of Lewis Tappan it was also resolved. 
 "That we highly approve of the manly and Chris- 
 tian efforts made by the Rev. Dr. Cheever, during 
 his present sojourn in Great Britain, in advocating 
 the Christian Anti-Slavery movement in thiscoun- 
 
INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. XV 
 
 try, and urging also upon the British public the 
 duty and wisdom of not recognizing the Southern 
 Confederacy; and we rejoice that God has raised 
 up and sustained that eminent and beloved brother, 
 to vindicate the cause of righteousness in his own 
 country and in other nations." Rev. Wm. Good- 
 ell, in successive numbers of the Principia, re- 
 viewed in a masterly manner the "result " of the 
 ex-parte council here referred to, and proved its 
 contrariety to the genius and principles and usages, 
 of Congregationalism, and the conformity of the 
 church and its pastor to the same. 
 
 In the summer of 1861 Dr. Cheever returned to 
 rehearse in the pulpit his mission to Great Britain, 
 to resume the moral war with slavery, and to 
 prove and apply his interpretations of God's will 
 and Word, by the stern evenis of actual war. He 
 preached also in the Senate Chamber and Repre- 
 sentatives' Hall, Washington, at different times on 
 " The Rights of the Colored Race to Citizenship 
 and Representation ;" and was admitted to a hear- 
 ing by the President conjointly with Rev. Messrs. 
 Goodell and Joselyn (" Prime Ministers of the 
 Almighty," as Lincoln archly called them), just 
 prior to the issuing of his memorable Emancipa- 
 tion Proclamation. At the same time he put to 
 press an elaborate and exhaustive volume of four 
 hundred and eighty pages, entitled " The Guilt of 
 Slavery and the Crime of Slave-holding Demon- 
 strated from the Hebrew and Greek Scriptures ;" 
 the substance of which had previously appeared 
 by instalments in the Bibliotheca Sacra. 
 
 The necessity of toning public gentiment and of ; 
 
XVI INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. 
 
 securing reconstruction on principles of absolute 
 right and justice continued, and up to the year 
 1867 when he closed his pastorate, sermon after 
 sermon, and pamphlet after pamphlet were issued 
 on different phases of public affairs, bearing upon 
 the rights of the Freedmen and the duty of the 
 nation to its wards. Most of them were first 
 printed in the columns of the Principia, which was 
 under the editorship of the veteran journalist. Rev. 
 Wm. Goodell. 
 
 After resigning his pastorate. Dr. Cheever re- 
 tired from the active ministry and settled in Engle- 
 wood. New Jersey, whence he issued from time to 
 time forcible applications of Divine truth to pass- 
 ing events and errors of the day, including two 
 volumes upon Inspiration and the Internal Evi- 
 dence of Christianity, under the titles, " Faith, 
 Doubt and Evidence," and " God's Time-Piece for 
 Man's Eternity." He holds with Spurgeon and 
 Moody to the plenary and verbal inspiration of the 
 Holy Scriptures, and that if preachers will have 
 power with God and man, they must take the whole 
 Bible as the Word of God. " The hiding of his 
 power'' from the beginning of his ministry was in 
 his personal and devout grasp of the Bible, and 
 the strong individuality with which he asserted its 
 truths and lessons, and its right to reign in the 
 state, the school, the family, and the souls of men ; 
 together with his life-long familiarity with the 
 English literature of the age of King James' Ver- 
 sion. It was his classmate Longfellow who said 
 that the secret studies of an author were the 
 sunken piers upon which was to rest the bridge of 
 
INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. xvil 
 
 his fame, spanning the dark waters of oblivion. 
 They were out of sight, but without them no 
 superstructure could stand secure. 
 
 As a hymnologist Dr. Cheever has contributed 
 to devout literature some of the sweetest subject- 
 ive hymns in our English tongue, which will be re- 
 peated and sung, as the simple breathings of peni- 
 tence and piety, long after their author has joined 
 the choir celestial. He lived to have it frankly 
 said to him by brethren with hoary heads who 
 differed so widely upon the Qucestio vexatissima of 
 slavery and how to dispose of it, " You were right 
 while we were wrong." He would seem to have 
 been the man above all others to have written 
 the historj' of the great conflict with American 
 slavery from the orthodox standpoint on the side 
 of God. Himself making history in his providential 
 position and relations, the materials he must have 
 accumulated in connection with his own labors 
 and those of his strong-minded, brave and patient 
 associate of the Principia gone before, cannot be 
 otherwise than immense. Who now with a judicial 
 and discerning mind, shall weave, them into the 
 web of permanent history ? His was the mind and 
 vocation of Elijah or John the Baptist, to prepare 
 the way of the Lord and make His paths straight, 
 to hew down and cast into the fire the hoary 
 wrongs and abuses of Society, to raise Martello 
 towers and great landmarks of progress, whereby 
 the downtrodden toilers and slaves of caste and 
 oppression might see their way to rise and run. 
 
 "Cheever," said Charles Sumner, "is one of the 
 iron posts in the balustrade by which we ascend ! 
 
xvni INTRODUCTORY SKETCH. 
 
 You know that when a carpenter builds a staircase 
 he inserts at intervals a certain number of iron posts 
 in place of wood: the rest are pine, put in not for 
 strength but only for looks. The iron posts are 
 the real ones. Well, Cheever is one of these iron 
 supports that I feel when I get hold of I have some- 
 thing to rely on while I am striving to ascend the 
 great staircase of life." 
 
 It was not in the Divine decrees that the over- 
 throw of proud American Slavery, should be the 
 peaceful achievement of the American Church, as 
 Emancipation in the British West Indies was the 
 glorious consummation of British Christianit5^ 
 But honor be to the men of God, who, in His 
 name, charged the guilt of slavery and the crime 
 of slaveholding upon the conscience of the Church, 
 rescued the Scriptures from its sanction and de- 
 fence, rolled the burden of its suppression by moral 
 and legal means upon the Christian Churches, and 
 strove to save the Nation from expiating its sin 
 with blood, by urging timely repentance and na- 
 tional emancipation at the command of God. 
 Few of those moral heroes now survive. It was 
 one of them, beloved and honored, that closed his 
 eventful life in peace, at Englewood, New Jersey, 
 on the first of October, i8go, — Strong in the 
 Faith, giving glory to God. 
 
 He is gone. Towards their goal 
 World and Church must onward roll: 
 Far behind we leave the past; 
 Forward are our glances cast; 
 Still his words before us range 
 Through the ages, as they change. 
 
 Arthur P. Stanley. 
 
ADDRESS DELIVERED AT THE FUNERAL* 
 OF THE REV. DR. GEORGE B. CHEEVER 
 
 BY THE REV. DR. H. M. BOOTH, 
 
 At Englewood, N. J., October 3, i8go. 
 
 The Psalmist's reference to the fruitfulness of 
 old age is beautifully confirmed by the life whose 
 earthly career has just closed. Of the righteous, 
 the Psalmist said: "They shall still bring forth 
 fruit in old age," and of Dr. Cheever it may be 
 said that his old age yielded the sweetest fruit of 
 a long and useful life. 
 
 This fruit was ripened and picked and tasted 
 and enjoyed here in Englewood, where for twenty 
 years he had his home. He came hither after the 
 war was over — slavery was dead, and the political 
 relations of the freedmen had been constitution- 
 ally recognized. 
 
 He had won the battle, in which he had been a 
 captain of no mean rank. Old issues were never 
 interesting to him. He had no zeal in the pursuit 
 
 * Funeral services were held in the Presbyterian Church of 
 Englewood under the conduct of its pastor, Rev. Dr. Henry 
 M. Booth. The Scripture reading and prayer by Rev. Dr. F. J. 
 Marling, Secretary of the Chi Alpha, N. Y. Hymns, ' ' Jesus, 
 Lover of My Soul," and " Forever with the Lord," by the choir. 
 Internaent at Greenwood Cemetery. 
 
 xix 
 
XX FUNERAL ADDRESS 
 
 of dead lions. The present aroused him. I have 
 often tried to stir up the eloquence of by-gone 
 days by repeating to him some recital of oppres- 
 sion in the South, but without success. He would 
 listen attentively while I was speaking, and then 
 would exclaim, " Horrible ! Horrible !" and with 
 the next breath would inquire : "'Do you happen 
 to have in your library Dean Burgon's article on 
 the Revision of the Bible, or any of Herbert Spen- 
 cer's works ?" Here is where he was to be found. 
 The new phases of religious thought appealed to 
 his mind and provoked intense opposition. He 
 could not tolerate them. With busy pen he was 
 engaged day and night in efforts to meet the 
 arguments which he regarded as dangerous, and 
 to establish the doctrines whose divine origin was 
 the faith of his entire life. Thus, in addition to 
 many articles for the press, he published three 
 large volumes upon these themes, viz.: " Faith, 
 Doubt, and Evidence," "God's Timepiece for 
 Man's Eternity," and " The Voyage to the Celestial 
 Country." It is understood that he left numerous 
 manuscripts, which contain his best thoughts on 
 the great subjects of present interest. 
 
 Since the death of Mrs. Cheever — now four 
 years ago — his literary activity has been confined 
 to the preparation of a memorial which might 
 serve at once as the story of her life and his own. 
 The work was completed and in the printer's 
 hand,s when his failing strength admonished him 
 that he must lay aside his pen. It will soon be 
 published, and will doubtless be read with interest 
 by many friends and admirers. 
 
nV THE REV. DR. H. M. BOOTH. xxi 
 
 Dr. Cheever preached frequently. His sermons 
 were delivered with his accustomed energy, and 
 never failed to interest and edify his hearers. 
 They were his old Gospel sermons, which have 
 seldom been equalled, never surpassed, in the 
 American pulpit. His analyses of sin and his pre- 
 sentations of the glories of redemption had about 
 them the terrific power of Isaiah with the gentle 
 loveliness of John. As pastor emeritus of the 
 Church of the Puritans in New York, he met the 
 duties by a special lectureship on the evidences of 
 Christianity for two or three years, but his un- 
 willingness to be away from home inclined him 
 soon to give up all public duties in the city, and 
 to confine himself to work at his desk and in the 
 neighboring pulpits. 
 
 The fruitfulness of his old age was appreciated 
 by every one who shared Dr. Cheever's hospitality. 
 At his own table he was always genial, entertain- 
 ing, and instructive. It was his pleasure to bring 
 together men and women of keen intelligence and 
 large sympathies ; and then, in apparent uncon- 
 sciousness, he would become the centre of the lit- 
 tle group, pouring out his earnest thoughts in 
 strong, terse sentences, and often forgetful of 
 the physical necessities of his guests in the enthu- 
 siasm which would possess him. Arresting the 
 service of an entertainment, dropping the knife and 
 fork with which he was carving at the table, he 
 would lose himself completely in discourse, until 
 some pleasant reminder of his wife would recall 
 him to things material and the proper demands of 
 the hour. No one who has been welcomed by him 
 
xxii FUNERAL ADDRESS 
 
 will fail to remember this unusual but most cordial 
 hospitality. His table-talk, if it had been re- 
 corded, would rank with Lirther's or Coleridge's. 
 
 Meanwhile his character, through these years, 
 was mellowing. He loved everybody here, and 
 everybody loved him. Strangers who had hea:rd 
 of the bitterness which he had once aroused could 
 hardly believe that this gentle old man was a vol- 
 cano over which grass and flowers had begun to 
 grow. Yet they had only to provoke or arouse 
 him a little to hear the roaring of internal fires and 
 to see the flashes which evidenced the presence of 
 volcanic heat. 
 
 Only a week or two before he died we went to his 
 room to attend to some necessary business. After 
 the business had been satisfactorily adjusted he 
 was extremely weak ; his head was thrown back 
 upon the pillow and his eyes were closed. It was 
 suggested that prayer should be offered. To this 
 he gave earnest assent. Before engaging in prayer; 
 his pastor repeated the beautiful verses in St. 
 Peter's first epistle, " Blessed be the God and 
 Father of our Lord Jesus Christ," etc. (i Peter, i. 
 3). Dr. Cheever listened eagerly and with an evi- 
 dent desire to speak. As soon as the pastor ceased 
 speaking his eyes flashed, and he exclaimed : 
 " How precious ! how precious ! And those words 
 of St. Paul, ' God was manifest in the flesh,' " 
 etc. (i Tim., iii. 16). " Doctor," said his pastor, 
 " you believe that the true reading there is Beoz 
 rather than oS, do you not ?" The eyes of the old 
 scholar opened quickly, and they flashed with in- 
 
£V THE REV. DR. H. M. BOOTH. xxui 
 
 dignation as his voice sounded out in thunder- 
 tones, " Of course I do !" 
 
 The Rev. Dr. Wise, of the Methodist Episcopal 
 Church, who has resided in Englewood for the en- 
 tire time of Dr. Cheever's residence, has remarked 
 that he was an unusual combination of the Puri- 
 tan for strength, the woman for gentleness, and the 
 child for simplicity. This combination gave rare 
 interest to his advancing years, and in his home it 
 was always apparent. 
 
 During their entire married life he presented 
 a poem to his wife npon each anniversary of 
 their wedding day. His poetry was devout and 
 Christian, expressive of intense reverence for the 
 Creator as seen in the wonders of nature, which 
 he was always keen to admire. Tennyson's re- 
 mark, "What an imagination God must have!" 
 might have come from his lips during his many 
 walks over the Palisades. 
 
 His book of Alpine travel, " The Wanderings of 
 a Pilgrim," has rare gems, which should have a 
 permanent place in our literature. The same is 
 true of his " Lectures on the Pilgrim's Progress," 
 and his "Voices of Nature," and his "Wanderings 
 by the River of the Water of Life." He was often 
 mystical, without being mystic. He had the touch 
 of an artist, although his. fame is that of a re- 
 former. 
 
 The growth of this fruitfulness brings one into 
 contact with busy years. Dr. Cheever was a 
 young man, unknown and unappreciated, when 
 he wrote the famous article, "Inquire at Amos 
 Giles's Distillery." This was one of the boldest 
 
xxiv FUNERAL ADDRESS 
 
 acts of his life. The distilling interest was 
 strongly intrenched in New England, and it re- 
 quired a hero's pluck and resolution to lead a 
 young man to take his stand in opposition thus to 
 public sentiment in church and state. But the 
 yonng man never hesitated. The article was writ- 
 ten and published, and its author was assaulted on 
 the streets and cast into jail, only to find that he 
 had made himself famous. His persecution gave 
 the case publicity. The temperance reform ap- 
 pealed to the public conscience; and now there 
 are few men in Church or State who are ready to 
 press the advantages of unlimited; distilling or to 
 withhold assent to the proposition that the drink- 
 ing customs of society are largely responsible for 
 crime, pauperism, and degradation. He lived to 
 see the success of his efforts and to rejoice in the 
 steady onward progress of temperance views. 
 
 With this reform inaugurated, he turned his at- 
 tention to questions of liberty— the freedom of 
 speech, the freedom of the Bible, and the freedom 
 of the slave. New York, and other cities of the 
 Union, heard his voice for years in advocacy of 
 freedom. He was denounced and threatened and 
 persecuted, but he held on his way. 
 
 The church on Union Square became famous. 
 He was a recognized champion. No sooner had 
 emancipation been declared than he insisted upon 
 suffrage for the freedman and then for civil rights. 
 Not until the protective laws were on the statute- 
 books did he arrest his earnest, vehement appeals. 
 Then he felt that his life-work was accomplished, 
 and he came to Englewood to rest. 
 
£V THE REV. DR. H. M. BOOTH. XXV 
 
 Here God gave him this happy old age, during 
 which he must often have looked with gratitude 
 upon the fair land whose flag floats over the free — 
 men free to go and come, free to read and reflect, 
 free to speak and act— and from this land to others 
 the influence of freedom has gone, so that oppres- 
 sions are ceasing and men are beginning to realize 
 their manhood, as children of our Father God. 
 His has been a supreme service. With men like- 
 minded ; grandly equipped ; he has led the way, 
 and we have followed. His advance has become 
 our inheritance. We stand, with one consent, 
 where he and others stood in solitude and agony 
 of spirit. God be praised for giving us such men 
 for such a crisis ! God be praised that this br^ve 
 prophet was permitted to see the desire of his 
 heart in the prevalence of liberty ! 
 
 The. planting of this growth and fruitfulness was 
 in New England, where he was born at Hallowell, 
 Me., April 17, 1807. His father was a publisher of 
 books, and his grandfather was a soldier-patriot, 
 whose blood was the first that was shed in the War 
 of the Revolution. Early consecrated, the boy 
 soon consecrated himself to Christ. His life was 
 sanctified. God's grace refined it. What it would 
 have been if he had not become a Christian, no 
 one can say. But this may be said, that without 
 grace it would have lost its quality of richness and 
 beauty, whose fruitfulness has made old age at- 
 tractive. God's grace must explain His servant's 
 graces. 
 
 Young Cheever was at Bowdoin College in the 
 famous class of 1825 with Longfellow, Abbott, 
 
xxvi FUNERAL ADDRESS 
 
 Hawthorne, Cilley, Sawtelle, Bradbury, and other 
 distinguished men. He went from college to the 
 seminary at Andover, and thence to preaching ser- 
 vice in Newburyport, Boston, and Salem, where he 
 ultimately settled. After a visit to Europe he was 
 called to New York in 1839, and there he remained, 
 in different positions of usefulness, for nearly forty 
 years. 
 
 In an important sense he was ever a man of one 
 idea, and that one idea was the burning application 
 of God's truth to human conditions. His intellect- 
 ual powers were at their best when he was able to 
 focus them upon a great wrong. The denuncia- 
 tions which then poured from his lips were terrific, 
 lasljing the consciences of men like a scourge of 
 of loaded thongs. Evil-doers hated him. Hbrace 
 Greeley said, on introducing him upon one occa- 
 sion, that " he was the man who made sinners 
 miserable." 
 
 The Bible was God's message to him. He ac- 
 cepted its verbal inspiration. A " thus saith the 
 Lord " was an end of all controversy. He was a 
 diligent Biblical student, exhibiting an acquaint- 
 ance with the letter and the spirit, especially of the 
 Old Testament, which appeared even in his familiar 
 conversation. When he visited President Lincoln, 
 at the head of a committee, his manner drew from 
 the President the remark : " We seem, to-day, to 
 have a delegation from Jehovah." But this in- 
 tensity of belief was the strength of his conviction, 
 and with the Bible in his hand he was irresistible. 
 
 Longfellow once said : " Cheever can write bet- 
 ter poetry than I can." However that may be, his 
 
£V THE REV. DR. H. M. SOOTH, xxvii 
 
 poetry is more than rhyme. He had the poet's 
 sympathy, and a most interesting collection of 
 poems and hymns might be formed from his fugi- 
 tive pieces which are scattered about his desk. 
 
 But he has passed away, and his works do fol- 
 low him. What an entrance into heaven must his 
 have been ! Men jeered him and threatened him 
 here below. He was reproached and assailed. 
 Oftentimes his devoted wife and God, his Lord 
 and Master, seemed to be his only friends. But 
 now the end has come — the hero is ready for his 
 crown — the celestial gate is reached. The angels 
 bid him welcome, and God, even his own God, 
 whose he is and whom he has served, is saying : 
 " Well done, good and faithful servant." And so 
 he realizes that the light afiflictions, which are but 
 for a moment, have worked for him a far more 
 exceeding and eternal weight of glory. 
 
 NOTE. 
 
 The will of Rev. Dr. Cheever was proved and filed in the sur- 
 rogate's oflSce of Bergen County, Hackensack, N. J., October 15, 
 i8go. It bequeaths the sum of $40,100 as follows: $14,000 to 
 the American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions; 
 $3000 to the American Home Missionary Society;. $2000 to the 
 American Missionary Association; $2000 to the American Sea- 
 men's Friend Society; $1000 to the Children's Aid Society for 
 Friendless Boys; legacies to his brother, sister, and four nieces 
 to the amount of $12, 500; $2600 to personal friends and servants; 
 for the expense of reprinting certain works of the author, $3000. 
 The homestead real estate is given to the minor son of a nephew 
 of the testator's deceased wife, under the condition that if he die 
 before reaching the age of twenty-five years, the estate is to go 
 with all its accumulations to the American Board of Commis- 
 sioners for Foreign Missions. The residuary legatees are the 
 only brother and sister of the testator. Executrix of the estate, 
 Mrs. Elizabeth Cheever Washburn; her attorney. Rev. Henry 
 T. Cheever. 
 
MEMORABILIA OF MRS. CHEEVER 
 
INVOCATION AND PRELUDE. 
 
 O Giver of all grace, through Christ, Thy Son, 
 
 By His dear Presence, malce His Life our own ; — 
 Without such bliss left homeless and forlorn. 
 
 As if Heaven's melodies were all withdrawn ! 
 Forlorn! The word is like a tragic bell, 
 
 Muffled and tolled as for the Funeral knell. 
 What time the dying, slow vibrations tell 
 
 Of an angelic being, loved too well: 
 While weeping mourners lay the beauteous shell 
 
 Of that Immortal Essence in the earth. 
 Of which no mind can gauge the eternal worth. 
 
 Lord, let the memory of so dear a spirit, 
 
 Snatch'd from our sight. Thy glory to inherit. 
 Draw us away from every love but Thine, 
 
 That, though still mourning, we may not repine ; 
 But each may say. To Thee I all resign. 
 
 And make the songs of guardian angels mine. 
 They ring us out, they ring us in. 
 
 Where years of endless life begin. 
 With peals of melody around. 
 
 To bear us on their waves of sound 
 Up to the gates where anthems rise 
 
 That waft us into Paradise. 
 
 Those requiem bells, those sacred flowers. 
 
 Memorials of such blissful hours — 
 Lord, make their loving lessons POWERS 
 
 Of endless life beyond the tomb — 
 Predictions darkened by no gloom ; 
 
 Where never sin or death can come. 
 Where God is our Eternal Home. 
 
XXX INVOCATION AND PRELUDE. 
 
 Oh lovely flowers, with quaint perfumes. 
 
 So bright, so fresh, with vivid blooms! 
 Ye wear the seals of brighter climes. 
 
 As plants for Resurrection times ! 
 Dear, modest flowers, too sweet to last, 
 
 E'en in a day your glory past : 
 Yet never with such light serene. 
 
 King Solomon in glory seen ! 
 Ye toil not, neither do you spin ; 
 
 Your lowly mealiness could I win, 
 Content with breathing God's sweet air, 
 
 Mine His adoption. His my care — 
 I'd wait, the season through. His will. 
 
 Nor more than lilies make complaint, 
 But with my sweetest fragrance fill 
 
 The heart of each adoring saint. 
 
 O blessed Saviour ! let us show 
 
 Some proofs of Thy Redeeming Love. 
 Some tokens of Thy grace below, 
 
 Before we reach Thy throne above ; 
 That burdened, darkened souls may see, 
 
 What boundless mercy God can give : 
 What pardoning grace, so full, so free, 
 
 That bids the Chief of Sinners live ! 
 Then all the petals of each flower, 
 
 On earth but letters of Thy praise, 
 In Paradise shall sing the Power 
 
 And endless glory of Thy grace. 
 
 The Morning Star foretells the Dawn, 
 
 Till, hidden by the greater Light, 
 Beneath the veil of glory drawn. 
 
 It waits the ministry of Night ; — ■ 
 So doth 'our lovely rising star. 
 
 Forth from the bosom of the deep. 
 With undiminished rays afar. 
 
 Its gentle watch above us keep ; 
 
INVOCATION AND PRELUDE. xxxi 
 
 Though hidden by the morning sun, 
 
 As all the midnight orbs are shaded. 
 Its rosy lustre had begun. 
 
 Ere the first star of evening faded ; 
 And then, how calm, serene, ;ind bright! 
 
 Such lustre over earth and ocean ! 
 Emblem of God's transcendent Light, 
 
 Heaven's radiance for the soul's devotion. 
 
 Dear Evening Star, whoce sacred rays 
 
 Might sanctify a world of care. 
 And. fill, with sweet ecstatic praise, 
 
 Hearts that commune with God in Prayer! 
 O Sacred Light, how blest for those 
 
 Who in their Saviour's love repose! 
 And thus how dear the memory thrown. 
 
 From all the precious virtues known. 
 Of loved ones from our knowledge flown. 
 
 That worship now before Thy throne! 
 Though lost from this world's mortal sight. 
 
 They wait the Resurrection Morn ; 
 Their heavenly grace how pure, how bright ! 
 We too may watch, and wait the light 
 
 That shall Eternity adorn. 
 
 But now each flower, so dear to me. 
 
 Because on earth 'twas dear to thee, 
 O loved one from our presence gone, — 
 
 And every fragrant tree that weaves 
 On each green bough its trembling leaves. 
 
 Are emblems of Thy purity, — 
 Of all Thy shining graces born. 
 
 Each passing pilgrim to adorn 
 With all the blossoms of the spring. 
 
 That May-days to the children bring, 
 And tiniest opening buds that cling ; 
 
 And violets dear to each sad heart. 
 Because in memory there thou art. 
 
XXXli INVOCATION AND PRELUDE. 
 
 The evening breezes, whispering by. 
 Thy loveliness and grace recall ; 
 
 The Summer clouds, the Autumn sky. 
 The crystal dews that softly fall. 
 
 With unseen blessings from on high; 
 The carol of the birds, and all 
 
 The scenes so dear that greet the eye- 
 Reflect a-Presence that hath gone, 
 
 A sunset light, a rosy morn. 
 No more our pathway to adorn ! 
 
 Yet now, O Lord ! our hearts ascend 
 To Thee, who didst such blessings lend. 
 
 We wait the Resurrection Morn, 
 Where all God's Covenant rainbows blend ; 
 
 Transcendent bliss that knows no end ! 
 In Heaven's Eternity to find 
 
 The loved one now from sight withdrawn 
 Revealed, an Angel ! — so designed : 
 
 Christ's dying, rising glory shown, 
 His Robe of Righteousness put on' 
 
 Eternity's transcendent dress, 
 The radiant likeness of His face. 
 
 Beyond e'en archangelic grace. 
 Through the whole universe to be 
 
 The Wonder of Eternity. 
 
 Lord, by such love alone we live. 
 
 And Thy Redeeming Grace receive ! 
 The sorrows of a contrite heart 
 
 Are pearls Thou only canst impart ; 
 O grant the gift our needs require. 
 
 Of hearts with Christ's dear love on fire, 
 Earth's countless mourners to inspire. 
 
 With Faith and Hope and Love indwelling, 
 
 O boundless Miracle of Grace, 
 
 Thine offered mercy to embrace, 
 And see Thy glory face to face ! 
 
INVOCATION AND PRELUDE. xxxiii 
 
 Thy sufferings were our Life's beginning ; 
 Thy death shall keep our Life from sinning, 
 
 Thy precious all-atoning blood, 
 Poured forth, to bring our souls to God ! 
 
 Nor Death, nor Hell, from Thee shall ever 
 One impulse of our being sever ! 
 
 O blissful Life in Thine abode, — 
 The life that's hid with Christ in God! 
 
MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 Early Life and Education. — A Religious Experience. — 
 Social and Religious Circles of Friendship and Endear- 
 ment. — The Love of Children, the Love of Nature, 
 and a Refined and Cultivated Imagination. 
 
 '' I ^HE subject of these imperfect sketches was 
 -*- born in 1 814, in Middletown, Conn., the 
 daughter of Mr. Samuel Wetmore, who removed 
 afterwards with his family, first to Providence, 
 R. I., and thence to New York City. 
 
 From early childhood she was the subject of a 
 deep religious experience, which manifested itself, 
 at a later period and throughout her whole life, 
 in a tender and affectionate solicitude for the 
 Christian training of all persons who were thrpwn 
 upon her care, or who might be brought within 
 her influence. The simplicity and trustfulness of 
 a little child were uninterrupted characteristics 
 of her nature, and at the same time the tenderest 
 sympathy with the sensibilities and helplessness 
 
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 of children, and especially a sense of their need 
 of constant gentleness, and affectionate and watch- 
 ful kindness. These lovely qualities endeared 
 her to all, and at the same time were an unerring 
 guide as to the right method of their education 
 from infancy. In teaching them she became as 
 one of them, as much their pupil as they each 
 were hers, so that they were unconsciously re- 
 ceiving her example, and the radiance of her 
 character, into their hearts; as unconsciously 
 and unsuspectingly as if she were one of their 
 own playmates. It was a fulfilment of the say- 
 ing, "And a httle child shall lead them." 
 
 There was an equally kind and careful regard 
 to the moral and religious welfare of the do- 
 mestics attached to her own household, whom, 
 as members of the family, she was accustomed to 
 teach, as opportunity offered, by conversation, by 
 the reading of instructive books to them, by 
 religious lessons, and also by the cultivation of a 
 sense of natural beauty, — leading them to notice 
 and admire the landscapes, the sunsets, the 
 flowers, the forests, and the heavens declaring 
 the glory of God ; thus awakening their attention 
 and elevating their thoughts and affections, be- 
 sides making them feel that the household was 
 a home of mutual instruction, and of cheerful, 
 
fA/TH, Hope, and LovE. s 
 
 willing service for all, as equal sharers in the 
 mercy and love of our Father in Heaven. 
 
 In the place of her birth, as well as among the 
 companions of her school days and studies, there 
 were given from God the gracious influences of 
 his Holy Spirit, attendant on the ministry of the 
 Gospel, with the teaching of the children by the 
 constant presentation of Divine truth. The life of 
 President Olin, and his experience in the training 
 of his students and his household, presented ex- 
 amples of the Divine blessing upon his faithfulness 
 that were exceedingly animating and encouraging. 
 We can never forget the impression made upon 
 the mind by the remarkable death of his little 
 child in infancy. President Olin was himself sick 
 and feeble, and confined to his house. The babe, 
 just beginning to lisp and understand the earliest 
 words of childhood, was in the cradle, and the 
 father was walking to and fro by its side. The 
 babe had been ill, but was not imagined danger- 
 ously so. Suddenly the little one asked to be 
 taken from the cradle into its father's arms. So 
 the President took the child, and continued his 
 walk to and fro, the mother all the while looking 
 on with anxious feeling for both. Dr. Olin 
 paused for a moment, when the little one whis- 
 pered to him, looking up in his face, " Papa, 
 
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 kiss baby ! " The father gave his child a sweet 
 kiss. Then the Httle one said again, "Mamma, 
 kiss baby ! " And then a few moments after, it 
 looked up to heaven and exclaimed, " Now, God, 
 take baby ! " and immediately died in its father'^ 
 arms. 
 
 Of this most affecting incident there could be no 
 question. It had an overwhelming effect upon the 
 afflicted parents ! But what a proof — and who 
 could doubt it? — of the communion between the 
 little immortal babe and its ever-living God and 
 Saviour 1 And who can tell how early in the dawn 
 of the dear child's opening intellect the knowledge 
 of God its Creator had been revealed to the soul? 
 
 Our early New England villages were a sweet 
 rural region for the discipline of our childhood in 
 freedom and security, away from many of the 
 great temptations of a modern city. The chil- 
 dren of our households were accustomed to the 
 example and discipline of a religious life and edu- 
 cation, on which not only the issues of our earthly 
 being, but our characters and places of habitation 
 in the future world, may entirely depend. It was 
 the intermingling of scenes of natural beauty with 
 abodes of domestic and spiritual training, in the 
 habits of industry, and of social enjoyment with 
 Sabbath piety and happiness, to the memory and 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 7 
 
 power of which the beginners in such a pilgrimage, 
 and even those who afterwards might have become 
 estranged from such endearing circles, always re- 
 turned ; revisiting them even in dreams, however 
 distant might have become their separation from 
 such early and dehghtful experiences of home, 
 under such affectionate and Christian discipline of 
 heart and mind. Such a life was not uncommon, 
 together with many a sweet Pilgrim's Progress as 
 far as the House Beautiful, even before the begin- 
 ning of any knowledge of the Valley of Humiliation, 
 or the dungeons of Giant Despair. 
 
 So it was that in the charming localities of Mid- 
 dletown and Providence, in Connecticut and Rhode 
 Island, there were to be found those attractive 
 rural scenes, and social privileges, and examples of 
 religious and domestic happiness, which united to 
 form some of the most delightful characters that 
 could be imagined in our earthly existence. The 
 New England educational training of the children 
 in our public schools (the Bible of our childhood 
 not then having been condemned to exile) made 
 conscientious, sturdy and fearless citizens, self- 
 denying, self-relying, and prepared to maintain all 
 the freedom and co-equal rights of men, women, 
 and children, such as our earhest ancestors brought 
 with them in the " Mayflower " 
 
8 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 Can we conceive of any arrangement so benevo- 
 lent, so full of divine mercy to a lost race, as that 
 of social and domestic instruction and intelli- 
 gence, through the reason, the heart, and the affec- 
 tions, grounded in the gospel of Christ, with its 
 sacred ministrations attended by the Holy Spirit, 
 in the children thus early brought to the knowl- 
 edge of their Saviour? In the serene parental 
 faithfulness of Christian believers, such a method 
 of training the children for God's work on earth 
 and his presence in heaven was not unusual. 
 Consequently we had the reality of early Christian 
 friendships and attachments, never to be sundered 
 or forgotten, with all their affectionate ties and 
 sympathies entwined and continued through life. 
 The histories and trials of our Puritan ancestors, 
 both in England and America, are very sacred 
 and precious in our memories, especially the con- 
 stancy and Christian heroism and steadfastness of 
 those who prepared and sustained us in the prin- 
 ciples of our Revolutionary conflicts. 
 
 So that it might have been said of the morning 
 of our early life, as in the blissful promise of the 
 One hundred and tenth Messianic Psalm, " From 
 the womb of the morning Thou hast the dew of thy 
 youth." Never in the history of mankind was 
 any nation so ushered into the existence of a 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 
 
 perfect liberty and religion ; with the children from 
 their infancy, so trained under the government 
 of God, and apparently so conscientiously de- 
 voted to his revealed will. For the early rever- 
 ential discipline of the people in their households, 
 in their schools, and even in their town meet- 
 ings and political gatherings through the week, 
 together with the sacred Sabbaths of God, and 
 the holy evangelical preaching of their best min- 
 isters, attended with revivals of religion through 
 the outpouring of the Holy Spirit, as in the time 
 of Edwards in Northampton, and the consequent 
 quickening and refreshment of the religious life 
 throughout the best and most intimately related 
 circles of New England, were such marvels 
 of grace that they might well have appeared in- 
 tended to bring us to the eve of the long-predicted 
 and prayed-for reign of the universal kingdom of 
 Christ on earth. Indeed, out of all this smoking 
 flax came forth the flame of missionary zeal kin- 
 dled in Williams College, and now flaming through 
 the world. 
 
 So that there seemed for a season no other such 
 scenes and epochs transacted in the world as those 
 that were the results of the training of the children 
 in the keeping of the Sabbath, and the teaching of 
 the Gospel in our daily schools, and the supremacy 
 
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 of the Bible over all our legislative processes and 
 governmental authorities. But these mercies, and 
 all vestiges and remembrances of them, would soon 
 be swept from the face of the earth by the su- 
 premacy of political and social atheism and ingrati- 
 tude, denying and defying the covenant of God's 
 mercy which requires and depends upon the 
 training of each generation in the knowledge and 
 obedience of God's Word. 
 
 Thus by God's mercy it was that in the rural 
 towns of Providence and Middletown the earliest 
 childhood of my dear wife was nurtured ; and 
 her love of Nature, together with her habits of 
 early piety were confirmed by the culture and 
 companionship of the pupils in the schools where 
 the gospel of Christ, with its sanctifying and saving 
 truths, was freely and fully taught. There had 
 then gone forth from our rulers no atheistic re- 
 script excluding the Bible and religion from our 
 common schools ; and those schools were par- 
 takers of the influences of the Holy Spirit, by 
 which the revivals of religion were characterized, 
 and out of which arose so many of the sweet Chris- 
 tian friendships never to be interrupted on earth, 
 and promised to be renewed in heaven. 
 
 The letters of friendship in the correspondences 
 that grew out of such early intimacies of the 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. II 
 
 heart's best affections were sweet proofs of the 
 power of the domestic circles in New England at 
 that period. The infinitely precious influences of 
 the Holy Spirit may be expected to attend our 
 system of common-school instruction, with all the 
 domestic and social blessings consequent thereon, 
 if the Word of God and the regenerating truths of 
 the Gospel be taught, but never without them, 
 never under the rule of the exclusion of the Scrip- 
 tures. When that ungodly power of irreligious 
 prepossession is granted by popular vote to the 
 despotism of our rulers, our piety and our inde- 
 pendence will have ceased, and we shall be a 
 mockery and contempt throughout the world. 
 
 " What, my dear cousin," exclaimed my be- 
 loved wife, in one of her affectionate letters to her 
 dearest relative in Europe, — " what can be more 
 beautiful than a united, happy family; and what a 
 foreshadowing of that home in heaven, where all 
 is love and joy unending, unalloyed ! I am so 
 glad you are so happy in your loved ones." 
 
 The writer proceeds with warm expressions of 
 affectionate sympathy in their uninterrupted friend- 
 ship and love, and delight in the continuance of the 
 happiness of those so dear to her, and in the assur- 
 ance of their reciprocal attachment, and then refers 
 to some possible mistaken impressions that might 
 
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 have been received in regard to the discipHne and 
 education of a family. 
 
 " In one of your letters, dear cousin, I thought 
 you seemed to have received some erroneous im- 
 pressions of my habit of imparting knowledge 
 and instruction to my servants, as if the habit 
 were a singularity and weakness, and an uncalled- 
 for stretch of benevolence. This could never be ! 
 
 " I was led to it by reflecting on the neglect, al- 
 most universal, of Christian families to provide 
 their servants, whom God had committed to their 
 care, with spiritual and mental food for the eleva- 
 tion of their immortal natures. In many cases 
 servants are left entirely uninstructed and un- 
 guarded, as if they were not responsible beings. 
 This is especially the case with Roman Catholic 
 servants, who are left to the entire dominion of 
 their priests, who keep them in ignorance of the 
 Bible, and of the Lord Jesus Christ their only 
 Saviour." 
 
 Concerning an impression that seemed to have 
 been entertained as to the kind of reading and 
 information with which my dear wife endeavored 
 to instruct her household, she says: "The sup- 
 posed fiction and poetry'that some would have me 
 drop, dear cousin, are such books as would make 
 important spiritual and historical truths attractive. 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 1 3 
 
 — such books, for example, as those volumes of 
 ' Hebrew Heroes,' by A. L. O. E., and biographies 
 of eminently happy and useful Christian men, 
 women, and children in their pilgrimage through 
 an earthly life of mutual enjoyments and trials, 
 blessings and duties ; creating a taste for something 
 higher and better than the mass of dime novels 
 now flooding the country, and with which the 
 servants are abundantly supplied, and conse- 
 quently, for want of better reading and instruction, 
 are in many cases allured and corrupted both in 
 morals and manners. 
 
 " I have learned recently, to my great gratifi- 
 cation, in perusing the large ' Memorial Ancestral 
 Volume of the Wetmore Family,' that some of my 
 good ancestors in early days were in the habit of 
 rearing and instructing their servants in the prin- 
 ciples of the Gospel, and by those teachings were 
 instrumental in making their lives good and useful 
 here on earth, and preparing them for the life to 
 come in heaven. I think I may have inherited the 
 desire from them to be thus useful, and hope I may 
 be as successful in my own efforts for such results. 
 
 " For I feel happy in so laboring, and I think 
 their example worth following. The good and 
 gifted Aunt Whittlesey, my grandfather's half- 
 sister, and Fred. Chauncey's grandmother, was an 
 
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 example, and her household was esteemed a model 
 Christian home, and she was treated by the ser- 
 vants with the greatest deference and respect. I 
 wish you could see the volume to which I have 
 referred; for it dates far back, and gives a most 
 interesting account of Colonial times, and of the_ 
 early settlers in the Connecticut Colony." 
 
 In the same volume (pages 320 to 324) there is 
 a record of the life of Judge William Wetmore, of 
 Middletown, Conn., who, with his wife and four 
 children, emigrated to Ohio in June, 1804: "The 
 Indians were then very numerous in that section 
 of the country; but Judge Wetmore's conscien- 
 tious dealings with them made them his faithful 
 friends. It was his practice always to have the 
 Indians, in a trade, name their own terms. If the 
 terms suited, he would conclude the bargain ; if 
 not, he would not; never allowing himself to ban- 
 ter with them. In this way he retained their con- 
 fidence, and avoided the charge of ' cheating poor 
 Indian.' As might be expected, he enjoyed their 
 friendship and esteem ; so much so that they con- 
 sidered it a crime to steal from him. 
 
 "At the commencement of our war with England 
 in 1 8 12, a British officer, in the disguise of an In- 
 dian, came to the chief of the Indian village 
 situated on Lake Pleasant, not far from the resi- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 15 
 
 dence of Judge Wetmore, and proposed to the 
 chief to join the EngHsh, and for such services 
 they would restore all the land that the American 
 Government had bought from them, to which they 
 assented. But when they were told it was neces- 
 sary for them to massacre Judge Wetmore and 
 other Americans in the neighborhood, the chief 
 and his warriors refused, saying that he ' had been 
 good to poor Indian! 
 
 " Up to the time of his death he was a general 
 counsellor in matters of the law, especially for the 
 poor, although he never appeared at the bar as an 
 advocate. His counsel was always gratis, and was 
 in effect generally for his clients to keep out of the 
 law and settle amicably. 
 
 " He was much respected in Northern Ohio, and 
 like his brother Seth, was truly conscientious, never 
 pursuing the wrong when he knew the right. 
 Among other enterprises the Judge was engaged 
 in was that of distilling. On a certain Sunday 
 morning he was observed by his family to be 
 reading a tract with much apparent interest. 
 After dinner he returned to a perusal of the 
 same, and at supper-time his assiduity in perusing 
 the tract was explained. Soon after sitting down 
 at the .tea-table the Judge said, ' Boys ! ' address- 
 ing his sons, .'what sort of a sheep-pen will the 
 
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 still-house make if moved upon the rising 
 ground?' The question puzzled his sons, but 
 after a little conversation it was explained, and 
 it was decided to commence the following morn- 
 ing removing the still-house for the purpose of a 
 sheep-pen, instead of lighting the fires at midnight, 
 as was the custom. This was brought about, as 
 the sequel proved, by the Judge having been 
 engaged during the day in reading the now an- 
 tique tract entitled ' Enquire at Deacon Giles's 
 Distillery.' " 
 
 The reading of that very tract proved afterwards 
 one of the providences on which depended so 
 greatly the future happiness and usefulness of my 
 whole life. It led to my first acquaintance with 
 Miss Wetmore, through the circumstance of her 
 becoming — by the friendship of her very dear 
 friend Mrs. Washington — a pupil with a class of 
 young ladies attendant on a course of lectures by 
 myself, on the History of English Literature from 
 Alfred and Wycliffe and Tyndale and the Reform- 
 ers and Bunyan and Sir Walter Raleigh and the 
 poets and prose-writers, down to Addison and Irv- 
 ing and Goldsmith and Burke. The preparation 
 of those lectures was a constant delight to me. 
 But who could have imagined that it might be- 
 come the determination of my happiness through 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 1/ 
 
 life ! I am reminded of Cowper's beautiful poem, 
 so exquisitely beautiful and true ! 
 
 " Mysterious are His ways, whose power 
 Brings forth that unexpected hour, 
 When minds that never met before, 
 Shall meet, unite, and part no more. 
 It is the allotment of the skies, 
 The hand of the Supremely Wise, 
 That guides and governs our affections, 
 And plans and orders our connections; 
 Directs us in our distant road. 
 And marks the bounds of our abode. 
 So day by day, and year by year. 
 Will make the dark enigma clear ; 
 And furnish us perhaps at last. 
 Like other scenes already past, 
 With proof that we and our affairs 
 Are part of a Jehovah's cares. 
 For God unfolds, by slow degrees. 
 The purport of his deep decrees. 
 Sheds every hour a clearer light. 
 In aid of our defective sight. 
 And spreads at length before the soul 
 A beautiful and perfect whole, 
 Which busy man's inventive brain 
 Toils to anticipate in vain. 
 
 Say, loved one, had you never known 
 The beauties of a rose full blown, 
 Could you, though luminous your eye, 
 By looking on the bud, descry. 
 Or guess, with a prophetic power, 
 The future splendor of the flower ? 
 
1 8 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 Just so the Omnipotent, who turns 
 
 The system of a world's concerns 
 
 From mere minutiae can educe 
 
 Events of most important use, 
 
 And bid a dawning sky display 
 
 The blaze of a meridian day. 
 
 The works of man tend, one and all, 
 
 As needs they must, from great to small ; 
 
 And vanity absorbs at length 
 
 The monuments of human strength. 
 
 But who can tell how vast the plan 
 
 Which this day's incident began ? 
 
 Too small, perhaps, the slight occasion 
 
 For our dim-sighted observation. 
 
 It passed unnoticed, as the bird 
 
 That cleaves the yielding air unheard ; 
 
 And yet may prove, when understood, 
 
 A harbinger of endless good." 
 
 A deep, exquisite, grateful delight in the beau- 
 ties of natural scenery was always a source of 
 happiness in my dear wife's habitual traits of char- 
 acter. She enjoyed the cultivation of a sense of 
 the beautiful and grand in the opening minds of 
 - children. The love of Nature was a ruling element 
 of her own creative imagination, — a power which, 
 in whatever degree it may be possessed, is an origi- 
 nal endowment of the soul, a divine gift, along with 
 that of the idea and sense of Eternity, and com- 
 bining, for its highest exercise, clearness of percep- 
 tion, purity and power of conscience, judgment, 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 1 9 
 
 refinement of taste, and deep religious veneration. 
 It is thus a faculty greatly dependent for its devel- 
 opment on careful discipline, example, and instruc- 
 tion, but always essential to the highest genius, 
 and a source of the purest intellectual and devo- 
 tional pleasure. 
 
 A delicate, judicious perception of the qualities 
 of excellence in literature and art is more de- 
 pendent upon this mental and emotional en- 
 dowment, and its careful education, than almost 
 any other possession. Besides being essential to 
 the perfection of a moral and religious nature, it 
 is a pure and life-long fountain of domestic 
 happiness, and will always take a commanding 
 authority among all the means of usefulness in 
 our earthly state. It is next to a spiritual ac- 
 quaintance with the word of our Heavenly Fa- 
 ther, when we have learned to look through 
 Nature up to Nature's God. In neither case 
 could we have done this, unless God had origi- 
 nally set the idea of his own eternity in the hu- 
 man mind and heart. There could never have 
 been the idea of God without the kindred idea 
 of eternity. 
 
 The following stanzas are in my dear wife's 
 handwriting, and were the simple expression in 
 brief of her own feelings ; — 
 
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 How thankless art thou, 
 Child of Man, 
 
 For favors that abound ! 
 Thy God hath given thee eyes to scan 
 
 The glory all around. 
 Yet seldom for this priceless sight 
 Hast thou been heard to praise aright. 
 This world 's not all a fleeting show, 
 
 For man's delusion given ; 
 For, from his station here below, 
 Bright prospects rise, high duties flow, 
 
 That show him heir of heaven ! 
 
 Writing immediately afterwards to some dear 
 correspondent, appreciating her own delight in 
 the beautiful scenes unfolding all around her, she 
 adds her own experience, as follows : — 
 
 " I cannot tell you how I enjoy this rural life. 
 To me beautiful fields and flowers and May weather 
 and lovely walks are almost as intoxicating and 
 reviving as they were in early youth ; and the far 
 brighter sun of another life seems to illumine all. 
 In every sweet and lovely view I sit and look 
 over the leafy woods, the running stream below 
 sweetly murmuring in my ear. A peace and rest 
 mingled with sadness, even my lonely rambles and 
 revellings in the luxuriant beauty of these lanes 
 and fields, how soothing, how enchanting ! How 
 I wish you could see the loveliness of Nature all 
 around ! At this time one always fancies every 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 21 
 
 Spring more beautiful than before, but surely it is 
 so this spring. The perfume of the flowers, the 
 birds among the trees, their morning notes and 
 evening ! To-day is perfectly lovely ! Alone here, 
 in this peaceful nook, with the cloudless sky above, 
 and the sweet new-mown grass, and the thousand 
 birds warbling in one's ears, and bright flowers 
 around, it makes the soul bound upward with 
 delight. The gleams of sunshine playing through 
 the dark foliage, and the beautiful dawning of the 
 summer mornings, and the glorious sun that sheds 
 its light on all around, seem truly the outward 
 types of the blessed resurrection, always renewed 
 that it may be habitual in our view. The scenery 
 is surpassingly lovely. It combines all I could 
 wish to enhance this quiet, peaceful life. What if 
 the thread of our existence were snapped asunder, 
 and the thinking soul translated to the realms of 
 light before it had become conscious of darkness ! 
 How the endearing ways of children twine them- 
 selves around my heart ! I cannot refrain from 
 sending you a small offering at this season, when 
 I have so much cause for thankfulness. Marriage 
 is a type of the union between Christ and his 
 Church, as being the closest and most enduring 
 of all those relations which God has appointed 
 here below." 
 
22 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 The Right of the Bible in our Common Schools. — Estab- 
 lishment OF THE Home for Friendless Boys in New 
 York City. — Visits to the Poor Women in the City 
 Prison. — The Power of Sympathy. — Recollections 
 and Portraitures of Mrs. Cheever's Characi'er and 
 Life by some of her dearest Friends. 
 
 TV /FY dear wife's convictions were heartfelt and 
 -'-'-*■ profound in regard to the necessity and 
 blessedness of a prevenierit, foreseeing, forewarning 
 religious education of children from the earliest 
 infancy, as being both a gift from God and a 
 primal duty and divine heritage for every house- 
 hold and community. 
 
 In her view, such a protecting, preoccupying 
 education belonged only to God's benevolence 
 and mercy to reveal and command ; and it was 
 accordingly entailed in his law as the first duty of 
 parents to their children, and the first claim of 
 the little ones, in the name of God. It was God's 
 offer of his own covenant of eternal wisdom and 
 love when he said : Ye shall teach my Word to 
 your children, and your children to theirs, and to 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 23 
 
 the end of time, the next generation to the next; 
 so that they may never live nor die in ignorance 
 of the law and love of their Heavenly Father, nor 
 of the way of salvation. Obedience to this bliss- 
 ful law of the prepossession of every new-born soul 
 with the knowledge of God's truth and love in the 
 Gospel would speedily have made the whole world 
 holy and happy in Christ, and on the way to 
 heaven. 
 
 For this purpose " Set your hearts unto all the 
 words which I testify among you this day, which 
 ye shall command your children to observe to do, 
 all the words of this law. For it is not a vain 
 thing for you ; BECAUSE IT IS YOUR LIFE " 
 (Deut. xxxii. 46, 47). 
 
 How great, then, is the cruelty, and how blas- 
 phemous the crime, that would forbid the freedom, 
 of God's Word, or deny the duty and necessity of 
 providing it as an inalienable possession from; the 
 earliest childhood, in our common schools ! 
 
 In the Old, as well as in the New Testament, 
 God has declared, "All souls are mine; as the 
 soul of the father, so also the soul of the son is 
 mine ; " given to the parents on earth, to be brought 
 up, from earliest infancy, in the knowledge and 
 love of their divine Redeemer. It is impossible to 
 begin too early with a baptism in the experimental 
 
i4 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 knowledge of a Saviour's love. That is the first 
 injunction from God in the Hebrew covenant, as to 
 the teaching of his Word from generation to gene- 
 ration ; and the same is in the Law of Love by our 
 blessed Lord Jesus, — " Suffer the little children 
 to come unto me, and forbid them not, for of such 
 is the kingdom of heaven." (Compare Ps. Ixxviii. 
 6, and cxxvii. 3 ; Is. xxxviii. 19.) 
 
 But how are the children to be gathered into 
 our common schools, and how can the merciful 
 provisions in the commandment of the Saviour be 
 secured and fulfilled in the teaching of each gen- 
 eration? This problem had been discussed more 
 and more carefully in our churches ; and because 
 of the attempted exclusion of the Scriptures, 
 friends of the ragged and neglected little ones in 
 the streets were soon found, who would undertake 
 its heavenly solution. 
 
 The work began in a quiet and lowly form of 
 benevolence, that soon became a delightful attrac- 
 tive magnetism, and a power of social Christian 
 effort, like that which resulted from the first insti- 
 tution of Sabbath-schools. It was a benevolence 
 both giving and receiving; laden, as the trees of 
 Paradise by the River of the Water of Life, with 
 fruits of perpetual life-giving mercy. 
 
 And yet, to this_day, the right of the Bible 
 
PAITtt, tidPM, AND LOVE. H, 
 
 to be taught in our common schools, with prayer 
 to God for his blessing, is denied ; and its exercise 
 is affirmed to have been an oppressive violation of 
 the law of love and of the freedom of conscience, 
 under a human government ! 
 
 Government, it is asserted, (and even by some 
 ministers of the Gospel,) has no authority or right 
 to teach religion to the children, or to see that 
 they are educated in the knowledge of God, and 
 taught the way of salvation. As the children are 
 born and cradled without the interference of gov- 
 ernment, so the common school must take them 
 and bring them up in freedom to choose for them- 
 selves what religion they please, if indeed they 
 come to the knowledge of any. Perhaps nine 
 tenths of the children in the United States get 
 their only education in the common schools; 
 where, by edict of the- Government forbidding the 
 Bible and prayer, and all instruction in regard 
 to Christ, their only Saviour, they necessarily 
 become infidels. 
 
 Yet, on the pretence of guaranteeing the rights 
 of conscience in respect to religion against en- 
 croachment, it is now affirmed that the State has 
 the right, and is under obligation by the Golden 
 Rule, to guarantee the schools and the children 
 against any instru ctio n from the Bible in religion. 
 
26 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 But the exclusion of instruction in religious truth 
 can be nothing less than a usurpation of God's 
 authority, and a violation of the rights of conscience 
 towards him. " The secret things belong unto the 
 Lord our God ; but those which are revealed BE- 
 LONG TO US AND TO OUR CHILDREN FOREVER, 
 that we may do all the words of this law " (Deut. 
 xxix. 29). 
 
 If religious liberty is the liberty of going with- 
 out religion if we please so to do, it is equally the 
 liberty of choosing and proclaiming for ourselves 
 and our children the religion of the Bible ; and the 
 right of maintaining such teaching is as much 
 more sacred than the right of forbidding it, as the 
 freedom and obedience of truth are more sacred 
 than the privilege of living and dying in ignorance 
 and crime.^ 
 
 ^ In connection with this, one should read the insolent and des- 
 potic edict issued under authority of our Government, by which 
 the Commissioner of Indian Affairs has undertaken to exclude the 
 Dakota language from the schools maintained by missionary soci- 
 eties on the Ipdian reservations: "The Dakota language must 
 neither be taught nor used." The entire Bible has been trans- 
 lated into that language, and is printed at the Bible House. And 
 yet the Government, undertaking to make good citizens of the 
 Dakota Indians and to educate them in virtue and morals, ex- 
 cludes every Dakota book from the public schools, and forbids 
 the missionaries to teach the Ten Commandments to the children 
 in the only language they understand. Even the native teachers 
 are forbidden from teaching the Gospel of Christ in Dakota, — the 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AMD LOVE. 2^ 
 
 With these views, Mrs. Cheever became, a few 
 years after her marriage, an originator of the 
 earliest asylum for the education and care o 
 poor friendless boys in New York ; and, with the 
 encouragement and bounty of Messrs. Morris 
 Ketchum, Gilman, Phelps, Boorman, Harper, and 
 other generous friends, succeeded in establishing 
 what resulted in one of the most useful and truly 
 benevolent institutions in the city. 
 
 " In the year 1849 or 1850 [we quote from the record 
 of May I, 1883], after a discourse from yourself in the 
 Church of the Puritans, Mrs. Cheever, together with 
 several other ladies, organized a movement for the rescue 
 of vagrant children in this city, and opened a Home for 
 Friendless Boys in Bank Street. In 1851 or 1852 this 
 
 only language they know, and their only medium of communica- 
 tion with the children. 
 
 A description of this edict may be read in the June, August, 
 and September numbers of the American Bible Society Record, 
 where will be found clearly traced the wickedness, cruelty, and 
 papal despotism of such an intolerant decree on the part of the 
 United States Government; — thus closing up and sealing the 
 Century of our Dishonor, through hundreds of sacred treaties 
 broken with the Indians, by an act of violence unequalled, all 
 things considered, in any so-called civilized nation at this day. 
 
 If our social anarchists could have their way, it is plain enough 
 that never a child in Christendom, educated in the public schools, 
 should get a glimpse of the divine light and love in the face of 
 Jesus Christ, the knowledge of whose radiance of mercy and 
 grace might become their heaven. 
 
28 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 was merged in the New York Juvenile Asylum, with Hon. 
 Luther Bradish as its president, and a board of directors 
 composed of some of the best names in the city. 
 
 " It has occurred to some of us that it might be grati- 
 fying to Mrs. Cheever and yourself to witness the present 
 magnitude of the Institution, after the lapse of more than 
 thirty years. Certainly it would be regarded as a great 
 pleasure to us if you can favor us with an acceptance of 
 the accompanying invitation for Friday the i8th instant." 
 
 These dates and records are of interest as to the 
 gradual yet rapid progress of some of the many 
 benevolent charities established and successful, 
 and so greatly needed in so vast a city of in- 
 creasing immigrations from the whole world. 
 Blessed beyond measure are they who were per- 
 mitted to lay the foundations of such charities, 
 deep and secure, in and for the training of the 
 children in the knowledge of the Gospel and the 
 love of Christ! 
 
 From one of her dear friends and co-laborers in 
 this work Mrs. Cheever received the following 
 letter, congratulating her on the success of her 
 efforts in accomplishing the establishment of this 
 charity by charter from the Legislature of the 
 State. 
 
 Dear Mrs. Cheever, — I see, by the morning paper, 
 that your petition for the Cliarter has passed the Legisla- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 29 
 
 ture. Will you allow me to congratulate you on the fru- 
 ition of your hopes? I ki:ow, with your elevated feelings, 
 the praises of your fellow-creatures are but a small con- 
 sideration, but I cannot refrain from expressing to you 
 my veneration and respect. To your unfaltering eiforts 
 alone do these poor children owe their preservation from 
 ruin and misery. How often have you said to me, There 
 is no end to the good we may do, if we succeed ! How 
 happy, how enviable, must your feehngs be ! I will not 
 say more ; you will understand me. But let me, for the 
 bright example you are ever setting me, and for your kind- 
 ness to my litde Annie, offer you the grateful thanks of 
 
 Your sincere friend, 
 
 Marie L. Coles. 
 
 Mrs. Cheever was also one of the earliest and 
 most active directors and managers of the Woman's 
 Orphan Asylum, always taking a great interest 
 in the poor colored children. By her tenderness 
 and gentleness she won the hearts of all the little 
 ones. 
 
 In the training of the children committed to 
 her care nothing could be more attractive and 
 beautiful than the mingled tenderness, winning 
 affection, and prayerful watchfulness, combined 
 with childlike simplicity and exquisite playful 
 humor entirely her own, in the sportive and yet 
 serious discipline she exercised over them. She 
 
30 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 treasured up every suitable and instructive nar- 
 rative, whether in poetry or prose, for them ; con- 
 veying the lessons of our blessed Lord to them in 
 the simplest language, with a sweetness like the 
 falling of the dew and the early rain, with the sun- 
 shine and the rainbow. She seemed inspired with 
 the sweetness of our Lord's blessed charge, " Suffer 
 the little children, and forbid them not, to come 
 unto me : for of such is the kingdom of heaven." 
 
 For some years she was a constant visitor of 
 the poor women in the Tombs prison. The sim- 
 plicity, self-forgetting earnestness, and diligence 
 with which she engaged in these works of mercy 
 made them, instead of a toil, a happiness for which 
 she was always grateful. 
 
 Of her virtues, social and personal, so sweetly 
 manifested, yet so artlessly and unconsciously, in 
 their growth and blossoming, as the violets of the 
 garden or lilies of the field, all who have known 
 will testify; and the closing remark of a letter of 
 one who knew her well will find a full and hearty 
 indorsement from her many friends : " I doubt if 
 the world can furnish a brighter example of pure 
 and unselfish devotion to the good and happiness 
 of others than she has left to us." 
 
 In all this we are reminded of the exquisitely 
 beautiful and heartfelt tribute of love and admira- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 3 1 
 
 tion by Dr. Arnold, of Rugby, on the character of 
 his beloved and sainted sister. " I never saw, ' 
 says he, " a more perfect instance of the spirit of 
 power and love, and of a sound mind, — intense 
 love, almost to the annihilation of selfishness ; 
 a daily martyrdom of twenty years, during which 
 she adhered to her early-formed resolution of 
 never talking about herself; thoughtful about the 
 very pins and ribbons of my wife's dress, about 
 the making of a doll's cap for a child, but of her- 
 self, save only as regarded her ripening in all good- 
 ness, wholly thoughtless; enjoying everything 
 lovely, graceful, beautiful, high-minded, whether 
 in God's works or man's, with the keenest relish ; 
 inheriting the earth, to the very fulness of the 
 promise, though never leaving her crib nor chang- 
 ing her posture ; and preserved through the valley 
 of the shadow of death from all fear or impa- 
 tience, and from every cloud of impaired reason, 
 which might have marred the beauty of Christ's 
 spirit's glorious work. May God grant that I 
 might- come within one hundred degrees of her 
 place in heavenly glory ! " Who would not join 
 in so ecstatic a breathing of prayer, in view of 
 such a marvel of God's new creating and trans- 
 porting radiance of grace and love? 
 
 From Mrs, George D, Phelps, an early and very 
 
32 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 dear friend of Mrs. Cheever, and a most affection- 
 ate and ardent co-worker with her in the advance- 
 ment of the Redeemer's kingdom, the following 
 interesting recollections are especially in place. 
 They are the grateful tribute of a long and delight^ 
 ful Christian friendship never to be forgotten, — the 
 recollections of their earliest and most precious 
 associations together. 
 
 " During my illness and seclusion in the house I have 
 thought much of the dear friend of my younger days who 
 has now passed into the heavens, — of my early associa- 
 tions with her, in the Church of the Puritans, in Chris- 
 tian work and in the sweet ties of friendship. I thank 
 God upon every remembrance of her ! It was soon 
 after my marriage when our acquaintance was formed ; 
 and I can truthfully say that her influence has affected 
 my subsequent life. You know that when Mrs. Cheever 
 resigned her place as manager in the Protestant Half 
 Orphan Asylum, she recommended me as her successor, 
 and then with her gentle power compelled me, as it were, 
 to accept it, thus giving me a good part of my life work. 
 In God's good providence I am entering my fortieth 
 year of service there. 
 
 "That was in 1847. How well I remember her then, 
 as my pastor's wife, and the interest she took in the New 
 Church Enterprise, — how she opened her heart and her 
 house to all, meeting every one on the same footing, and 
 entering so heartily into all plans for the good of the 
 church ! 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 33 
 
 " I remember so well the impression she made upon 
 me in her own parlor in Fifteenth Street ; her gracious 
 kindness of manner, her loving, winning ways, and her 
 sweet simplicity made her very attractive. Above all, was 
 to be noticed her unaffected, whole-souled piety, — her 
 loyalty to her work and to her God. It was plain to see 
 that she dwelt in the serene atmosphere of a loving 
 child of God in close union with him.^ 
 
 "Though obliged to give up her place in the Half 
 Orphan Home, from the pressure of more immediate 
 duties, how well we all know that her interest in children 
 never flagged ! It was not long before she began to express 
 the sympathy that had been growing in her heart for the 
 hitherto almost neglected boys of the New York streets. 
 Somehow or other she seemed to hear of special cases, 
 — now it was of one poor waif sleeping in a barrel, 
 then of another found half frozen in a box, then of an- 
 other and another. Their childish woes so appealed to 
 her feelings ; the hard, wan faces of the street boys seemed 
 to rise before her, and the throbbings of her heart in their 
 
 1 In allusion to your parties in Fifteenth Street, and the pleas- 
 ant evenings passed there, I recall the names of some choice 
 spirits, in whose presence it was a delight to be thrown so infor- 
 mally, — Alice and Phoebe Gary, Gajani, the Italian patriot, Pasteur 
 Pilatte-, and many others. Delightful gatherings were these, 
 over which Mrs. Cheever presided so gracefully. On one of those 
 evenings some seven missionaries from various parts of the world 
 were present, and I believe the Lord's Prayer was chanted in 
 seven different languages. The Rev. Dr. Goodell was present 
 from the mission in Constantinople. These were occasions of 
 very great and sacred enjoyment. 
 
 3 
 
34 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 behalf could not be stilled. I think I can see her now 
 pleading their cause, — with what pathos she would warm 
 and glow ; how her voice would tremble, and the tears 
 would seem ready to flow ; and how animated and joy- 
 ous would she be, as she made others enter into her feel- 
 ings, desires, and plans. On the first Sunday in April, 
 1849, through her means, a Boy's Sunday Meeting was 
 opened in Wooster Street. One hundred and twenty 
 boys were present, — a wild set, as I well remember. Soon 
 it was found that a home must be provided, if any per- 
 manent good was to be done for these homeless wander- 
 ers. A well-organized society was formed in Mrs. Cheever's 
 parlor ; a large, old, comfortable house was hired in Bank 
 Street, and a superintendent engaged. The First Annual 
 Report of the Asylum for Friendless Boys (the name 
 given to the new Institute) says : ' Through the exer- 
 tions of Mrs. George B. Cheever, 11,258 were raised for 
 its support.' 
 
 "As Recording Secretary of this Society, an office 
 which brought me into close contact with her, I had the 
 opportunity of seeing the beautiful traits of character 
 brought out in this work, — her unselfishness, her retiring 
 disposition, her loving nature, and her active zeal. Her 
 joy and happiness at the success of this effort, I need not 
 mention to you. Her impulses, so fresh and spontaneous, 
 moved others; and the work went on and grew. You 
 will know whether I am correct in saying that in point 
 of time, side by side with this new Society, there was 
 forming another for the same object, —the care of both 
 boys and girls on a larger scale, — a bill being before the 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 3 J 
 
 Legislature for the charter of the New York Juvenile Asy- 
 lum. Soon a proposition came to merge the two Institu- 
 tions in one great and strong one, — a measure wisely 
 acceded to. Our children gathered in the Bank Street 
 Mansion, the superintendent, teachers, and all belongings, 
 were taken under the broad wings of the new Society. 
 From that day to this, the boys in New York have been 
 cared for. The Children's Aid Society,* with its lodging- 
 houses, Industrial Schools, etc., to say nothing of the 
 homes in the West it provides, springing up soon after, 
 need only be mentioned, in passing, as illustrative of this 
 great movement. We who remember Mrs. Cheever then, 
 cannot fail to give her the place we believe she filled ; 
 namely, that of the first human inspirer of this heaven- 
 born work. So much for the early days, past and gone, 
 the memory of which is very sweet to those who survive 
 her whose record is on high. 
 
 " During the many years that have followed, owing 
 to removals and absence from the country, and resi- 
 dence in different places, our meetings were often after 
 long intervals. I remember, with pleasure, our crossing 
 the ocean together in i860, when I was impressed anew 
 with her trust and hopefulness. She was so happy to be 
 again revisiting the Old World, and strong in her con- 
 fidence that the journey would be a prosperous one. 
 Again, you know, we used to meet at Saratoga, where 
 her greetings were always warm and hearty. But in your 
 lovely home at Englewood she was indeed, as you say, 
 'the angel of the house.' I shall never forget the im- 
 pression her home life made upon me there ; it seemed 
 * To this Spcjety Dr. Cheever left a legacy of $1000. 
 
36 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 ideal, and yet so practical, her affectionate interest in all 
 around her was so apparent, her hospitality so generous. 
 Her relation to her servants was so truly Christian, her 
 continual habit of reading to them so unusual and evi- 
 dently so appreciated. A rare combination was found in 
 her, — an indescribable calmness, serenity, sweetness, a 
 strength of principle, hatred of wrong, especially the 
 wrong of keeping the Word of God from the masses. 
 One could not spend a day with her without feeling how 
 deep was her pity for the ignorant, and how indignant 
 was she against the system that keeps the Bible from the 
 people. 
 
 "To me Mrs. Cheever's conversation was very enter- 
 taining, and never did I more realize it than during her 
 visit in my home. She was full of anecdote of people 
 whom she had met in this and in other lands, — of remi- 
 niscences of distinguished people and places. In telling 
 stories she always delighted in dwelling upon the best side 
 of character. She had a vein of humor too, and appreci- 
 ated it in others when it was kindly. When native char- 
 acter is so transparent and true, it might be thought hard 
 to discriminate between it and Christian traits ; but I 
 never met a person who seemed more simply and truly 
 Christian. It seemed painful to her if she was so situ- 
 ated that she could not speak on what was dearest to her 
 soul. Her looks, her words, her actions, all said, ' I live, 
 yet not I, but Christ liveth in me.' 
 
 " Such are some of the memories I have of her, my 
 sweet friend. 
 
 "And her passing away, — how was it in keeping with 
 
fAith, Hope, And love. 37 
 
 all her life, and how lovely was she in death ! When 
 I looked upon her beautiful face, it seemed to me as 
 though at the last blissful moment, above the songs of the 
 welcoming angels, above the voice of the harpers harping 
 with their harps as the voice of many waters, she had 
 heard that of her beloved Master saying, ' Behold, I come 
 quickly ! ' And she had replied with confiding love and 
 joy, ' Even so, come. Lord Jesus ! ' " 
 
 To the preceding letter we add the followring 
 tribute of many years' acquaintance and friendship 
 from Miss Annette L. Noble, one of our dearest 
 circle of faithful, long-tried, and loving friends : 
 
 " No one could know Mrs. Cheever at all well with- 
 out remarking a certain characteristic of hers, peculiar 
 to the loveliest and most lovable of natures : she in- 
 variably found some sympathetic point of contact with 
 the people next to her, no matter what their class or 
 condition. Her own place was of course with the most 
 cultivated, the most truly refined ; and in discussing the 
 gravest questions, she was always ready with her clear- 
 cut opinions and her wise simplicity of thought. But 
 if the next moment brought into her presence the hum- 
 blest person, she would meet him so ' humanly,' as Car- 
 lyle would say, that he must leave her feeling warmer 
 at heart . and raised in his own self-respect. All this 
 made her so charming a companion ! I shall never 
 forget the last visit I made to Englewood one winter, 
 a few years ago. She was an ideal hostess in an ideal 
 
38 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 home ; and I well understood the meaning of a friend's 
 words, in speaking of the exquisite taste of all her house- 
 hold arrangements : ' Mrs. Cheever's rooms remind me of 
 a bride's apartments, they are always so daintily adorned 
 and so pleasant' It was during this visit of a few days 
 that I was struck by her large-heartedness and the wide 
 reach of her sympathies. 
 
 " She read me a number of exceedingly interesting 
 letters from friends abroad; falling later into a detailed 
 story of her own travels through classic scenes. She told 
 me of distinguished people she had met, whose friendship 
 had long been retained, and all in a most frank, delightful 
 way. She showed utter indifference for the honor, titles, 
 and wealth the world values irrespective of moral worth ; 
 while everything she said revealed 
 
 'A marvellous gift to know and cull, 
 From our common life, and dull, 
 Whatsoe'er is beautiful,' 
 
 and the stiU rarer trait of giving 
 
 ' Gentle words where such were few, 
 Softening blame where blame was true, 
 Praising, where small praise was due.' 
 
 " Some children had been visiting her, and she had 
 entered into their enjoyments most keenly, treasuring up 
 all their quaint and comical sayings, to repeat afterwards 
 in her own way, half merry, half tender. But the thing 
 that I recall most clearly now, was not her enjoyment of 
 her flowers, blooming luxuriantly when all outdoors was 
 under the snow, — not the lovely views which she con- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 39 
 
 stantly called me to the windows to see, — not the beauti- 
 ful, boundless hospitality that was instinctive, — but the 
 long talk with her about a course of reading which she 
 was pursuing with her servants. 
 
 " The evening before, there had met in her parlor a 
 literary club, and I had seen her taking eager share in a 
 conversation on Coleridge and Wordsworth. But the next 
 morning, she was even more interested in telling how for 
 a long tinre she had daily read, to those in her service, 
 such books as she thought might give them an uplift, and 
 open to them broader views of life and Christian truth. 
 My first thought was that some of the books she men- 
 tioned were beyond their mental grasp ; but she soon 
 showed me her wisdom in seeing that the simplest need 
 the highest truth. What this noble woman was to every 
 servant who ever lived with her, and forever after loved 
 her, I have heard many times. She never visited us in 
 New York, that she had not, among her other errands, 
 something to do, or cause to have done, for the welfare of 
 an old dependant, or somebody poor, ill, or in trouble 
 whom ' I used to know.' " 
 
 The following brief memorial is added from a 
 Christian lady who was at intervals for many 
 years a beloved and invaluable assistant and friend 
 to Mrs. Cheever in her government and teaching 
 of the dear children committed to her charge. 
 
 " It is difficult for pen to do justice to the Christian 
 character of the late Mrs. E. H. Cheever, the dear saint 
 
40 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 and friend of a lifetime, to whose beloved memory these 
 few lines are inscribed. 
 
 " A number of years ago, the writer had the privilege 
 of living in her family for some time, and of being closely 
 connected with her in the education of two interesting 
 children of a near and dear relative of hers, who by the 
 blessing of Providence were placed in her care for a 
 season. One of them, who became a lovely Christian, 
 has already passed away to her eternal rest, in the full 
 assurance of a! glorious immortality, and of what God 
 hath prepared for them that love him. She was instru- 
 mental in bringing this dear child to the knowledge and 
 love of her Saviour. 
 
 " Her Bible teachings and prayers were peculiarly 
 sweet and impressive, and those dear children would, 
 even in their play-hours, introduce scenes from the Bible 
 and Pilgrim's Progress. 
 
 " When in the city some years ago, she was continually 
 doing good, exerting herself in every way to benefit her 
 fellow-beings and to promote their spiritual welfare. She 
 would go, with other good ladies, to visit the Tombs 
 Prison, read and pray with the poor, despised, and for- 
 saken prisoners, administering to their temporal as well 
 as to their spiritual wants, and causing them in many 
 instances to seek pardon for their sins at a throne of 
 grace. Many of them, no doubt, live now to bless her 
 memory. 
 
 "She was very active and energetic in getting up a 
 home for the friendless, collected large" sums of money 
 from her friends for the purpose, and was the leading 
 
FAITH, HOPE, And love. 4t 
 
 spirit in making this institution a success ; where the 
 friendless were well cared for, well instructed, had the 
 Gospel preached to them, and when prepared, had good 
 positions provided for them. 
 
 " Well indeed may it be said in regard to her, ' Blessed 
 are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their 
 labors, and their works do follow them.' 
 
 " In her own beautiful home at Englewood she never 
 wearied in her readings and exhortations to her house- 
 hold ; pointing out to them the way of salvation, and 
 showing them the beauty of holiness both by example 
 and precept. 
 
 " She was an angel of mercy to the destitute and suffer- 
 ing ; and the poor, who came to her door, always went 
 away happier for having seen her. Nothing pleased her 
 more than to welcome her friends to her hospitable home, 
 where they were cheered by her bright smile and loving 
 presence ; and they will ever cherish in their hearts 
 pleasant memories of the hours thus spent. 
 
 " She took great delight in reading over the anniversary 
 tributes which her beloved husband dedicated to her from 
 year to year ; and her friends earnestly wishing to have 
 copies, she had them just arranged for publication when 
 so suddenly yet peacefully summoned to her Heavenly 
 Home. 
 
 " Though we can never see her again in this world of 
 sorrow, we have the consoling hope and precious prom- 
 ise that we shall meet her in that blessed world where 
 there is no more parting, and where sorrow and death 
 can never come. 
 
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 " However unaccustomed tp writing, I cannot bflt con- 
 sider it a sacred duty to record my testimony to the piety 
 and worth of her who was so raucli to me in life, and 
 whose memory is now so precious ; knowing, as I do so 
 well, the angelic sweetness of her disposition and the 
 depth and beauty of her Christian character. 
 
 "Anna T. Owen." 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 43 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 Mrs. Cheever's Delight in the Work of Practical In- 
 struction FROM THE Bible. — Views of Dr. Macleod 
 
 concerning THE EDUCATION OF LITTLE CHILDREN. — IL- 
 LUSTRATIONS FROM Anecdotes within Mrs. Cheever's 
 OWN Experience. — Illustrations from her Letters at 
 Home and Abroad. 
 
 How early can the Little Child be regarded as of the 
 Kingdom of Heaven, and what should be the Educa- 
 tion of the Little Ones accordingly 1 
 
 TT was a great source of happiness and usefulness 
 -*- in Mrs. Cheever's life, to have had for some 
 years the whole care of several dear and lovely 
 little ones, • — ■ the orphan children of her beloved 
 sister, whose husband had been lost at sea. Their 
 daily life and hers used to be so lovingly and 
 delightfully entwined, even in all their thoughts, 
 desires, and daily sports and lessons, that it seemed 
 to be almost a realization of a Pilgrim's Progress 
 towards heaven. For they became so fond of the 
 story of Christian and Hopeful and Faithful, and 
 their adventures of travel from the City of Destruc- 
 tion to the Celestial Land, that they were accus- 
 
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 tomed to make out of John Bunyan's spiritual 
 allegory their happiest practical plays. One of 
 them would sometimes take the burden of the 
 Pilgrim, another the position of the Guide ; mean- 
 time, in the course of their childish drama, making 
 the house ring with their froHcs and merriment. 
 Their plays were full of childHke fun and humor, 
 in which their dear aunt participated, with equal 
 enjoyment, as a child herself; and it might have 
 been difficult to say whether the drollery and fun 
 or the sacred lessons of the allegory were deepest 
 and most attractive. 
 
 Dear little Fanny was gifted with a melodious, 
 expressive voice, and had learned to sing with 
 exquisite pathos and simplicity some very beauti- 
 ful hymns, such as — 
 
 " I think, when I read the sweet story of old, 
 
 When Jesus was here among men, 
 How he called little children as lambs to his fold, — 
 
 I should like to have been with them then. 
 I wish that his hand had been placed on my head. 
 
 That his arms had been thrown around me, 
 And that I might have seen his kind look when he said. 
 
 Let the little ones come unto me." 
 
 These lessons, so sweetly attractive, were attended 
 with the divine blessing; and the dear child became, 
 before her early death, a bright example of a 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 45 
 
 youthful Christian's experience and life, through 
 faith and hope in Christ her Saviour, manifested 
 in her love to him, and faithfulness in his beloved 
 service. 
 
 Dear, precious little child ! Her character, from 
 the beginning of its development, was a combina- 
 tion of gentleness, tenderness, thoughtfulness, quick- 
 ness of perception, deep sensibility, earnestness 
 and decision, roguery and sport; keenly sensitive 
 to reproof, of ready native wit and humor in 
 reply; so full, indeed, sometimes of humor and 
 gentle sarcasm combined, that it would require a 
 Shakspeare to delineate the photograph of the 
 rapid scenes and lights of character in suitable 
 language. 
 
 On one occasion, when their dear aunt was wait- 
 ing upon her little children for their night's repose, 
 when Fanny having said her prayers was ready to 
 bid good-night to all, her little brother saying his 
 prayers by the bedside, happening to remember 
 some wrong things that Fanny had said or done 
 that troubled him, went back recounting them, and 
 praying for his dear little sister, that God would 
 pardon her. " Now, Johnny," exclaimed little 
 Fanny, sitting up in bed, " you 'd better stop 
 praying; you've said quite enough. Let poor 
 God alone ! " 
 
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 The children on one occasion were playing on 
 the sidewalk, when a gentleman passing by, not 
 knowing his right direction, inquired of Fanny, as 
 she was playing, • — 
 
 " My dear little girl, can you tell me which way 
 the numbers run in this street? " 
 
 " They don't run at all, sir," replied Fanny, very 
 seriously; "they stand still." 
 
 The mother wit, playfulnesSr quickness of per- 
 ception and thought, susceptibility of deep and 
 lasting impressions, truthfulness, simplicity, gen- 
 erosity, were qualities that only needed corre- 
 sponding qualifications in their teachers, and 
 the wisdom of love, and love of wisdom, inspired 
 by the Gospel of Christ, to make the household 
 as nearly a heaven upon earth as ever can be 
 expected in our mortal pilgrimage. They that 
 thus dwell together in the secret place of the 
 Most High shall abide under the shadow of the 
 Almighty. The Ninety-first Psalm is their heri- 
 tage as truly as it ever was that of Christ and the 
 Holy Family. - 
 
 In the biography of Dr. Norman Macleod, one 
 uf the brightest lights of theology and piety in 
 Scotland, along with Leighton, Chalmers, Guthrie, 
 Halyburton, Candlish, Erskine, and others of like 
 genius, we find the following record : — 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 47 
 
 " Oct. 3. This afternoon my boy was born. The mo- 
 ment I heard of his birth, I solemnly dedicated him to 
 the Lord. I followed and carried out a theory of educa- 
 tion founded on God's teaching in the Bible, in the Pen- 
 tateuch specially, which was to be read each year to young 
 as well as old. An education based tipon and saturated 
 with Christian principle, a godly home education, is one 
 that trains up the child by the earthly father to the 
 Heavenly. That a parent may be as God to his child, he 
 must first be as a child to his God. What a father on 
 earth wishes his child to be towards himself, that God 
 wishes the parent to be towards his Father itt Heaven." 
 
 This was assuredly the dictate of Heavenly wis- 
 dom and love. Two years afterward (1854), we 
 find the following paragraph in reference to the 
 birth and education of his little daughter : — 
 
 " How strange that as yet my child knows not God ! 
 I have resolved that she shall not hear his name till she 
 has language to apprehend what I mean, and that no one 
 shall speak of God to her till I do so. This is a moment 
 in her life which I claim as mine own. I shall have the 
 blessedness of first telling her of Him who I trust shall be 
 her all in all forever after. For a time I must be to her 
 as God." 
 
 The next utterance in regard to the progress of 
 this little one, and the way in which she seemed to 
 have come to the knowledge of God, is as follows, 
 under date of 1855 ; — 
 
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 " This day I heard my little girl mention for the first 
 time the name of God. I had recj^ested no one ever to 
 speak to her of God until I first had this honor. £ut 
 the new servant had done it." 
 
 A welcome treasure for the household, and 
 faithful from the earliest moment to her immortal 
 ■ charge, was such a servant ; protecting her earthly 
 master's property as God's, for God and heaven ! 
 
 " So [says Dr. Macleod] I took the little child on my 
 knee, and asked her several questions as to who made 
 her and everything, and she replied, ' God.' Oh, how 
 indescribably strange and blessed to my ears was the 
 sound ! It cannot cease forever. My daily prayer is that 
 she and all my children may be holy from their infancy, 
 and grow up Christians." 
 
 Afterward we find him remarking, on Chapter 
 VII. in Baxter's "Saints' Rest:" — 
 
 " Press on and on ! Why? What do we expect? To 
 be glorified with Christ, equal with John and Paul, — this, 
 or devils ! To press on is to realize more blessedness and 
 glory, more joy and perfect peace. Oh, how weak am I, 
 a very babe ! But it required Omnipotence to make me a 
 babe!" 
 
 Again, in another record, "Attempting to re- 
 form Presbyterianism is like endeavoring to skin 
 a flint." This seems to have referred to the im- 
 possibility of possessing a true, heart-searching, 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 49 
 
 and fruit-producing faith, without a loving and 
 divine Redeemer as the soul and inspiration of 
 such a Faith by the Word and Spirit in the heart. 
 For he goes on to say: — 
 
 "Even the Divine Word, by human interpretation, 
 without the Holy Spirit, is no better than a sun-dial by 
 moonlight. These speculators resemble the sparrows on 
 the telegraph wires. They are saying one to another : 
 ' We are the judges. There is no inspiration unless it 
 finds us, and the ultimate judge is our reason.' So there 
 are men who no more grasp the truths which they seem 
 to hold, than the twittering birds that have lighted on the 
 metallic lines that convey the lightning, and yet sing on, 
 unconscious of their danger. ' He heard the trumpet, 
 but took not warning : his blood shall be upon him.' 
 
 " The dear little birds are innocent and safe, for not a 
 sparrow falls to the ground but by God's providence. 
 But the ignorant and unbelieving and presumptuous must 
 take the consequences of the divine telegrams, which they 
 deny by virtue of their reason. They are responsible. 
 ' And he that, being often reproved, hardeneth his neck, 
 shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy.' 
 ' He heard the trumpet, but took not warning : his blood 
 shall be upon him.' The Proverbs and the Prophets 
 cany the same divine messages to all mankind. ' But 
 he that taketh warning shall deliver his soul.' " 
 
 That is God's lightning on the telegraph of his 
 Word by the Prophet Ezekiel. " But he that taketh 
 warning shall deliver his soul." From what shall 
 
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 he be delivered? FROM DYING IN HIS SINS,— 
 the most dreadful penalty that God himself could 
 threaten against a wicked immortal being. Plainly, 
 the loss of immortality is in itself no penalty ; but 
 an immortality of evil is the most terrific of all reali- 
 ties that the human mind can possibly conceive. 
 
 And therefore God has revealed the consequences 
 of sin in the plainest words that human language 
 can command, whether in the Old or New Testa- 
 ment, whether in Hebrew or Greek, — the two pri- 
 mary languages in which the knowledge of God 
 and of the eternal world was ever conveyed by 
 divine inspiration to mankind. 
 
 An anecdote occurring within the experience 
 of our own household, entitled " Packing up for 
 Heaven," is an illustration of the simplicity and 
 confidence of faith and trust, in the minds even 
 of babes and sucklings, in regard to the teachings 
 given them at the very earliest period, concerning 
 God and heaven. 
 
 The little child was playing with its mother, and 
 they were talking about heaven. The mother had 
 beeii telling the child of the joys and glories of 
 that happy world, — the beauty and glory of the 
 angels with their shining wings, the streets of gold, 
 the gates of pearl, the golden crowns, the harps, 
 and the white robes, and the songs of redemption. 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 51 
 
 There is no sickness there, no pain nor death, nor 
 sorrow nor sighing, for God shall wipe away all 
 the tears from every eye ; and there is no sin there, 
 which makes all our trouble here, but perfect holi- 
 ness. All will be holy, just as the Lord Jesus is 
 holy, and all will be perfectly happy in heaven. 
 All the good children will be there ; for Jesus him- 
 self has said, " Suffer little children, and forbid 
 them not, to come unto me : for of such is the 
 kingdom of heaven." 
 
 " Oh, what a happy world ! There we shall see 
 God, and love him, and rejoice in him, and God 
 himself shall be with us and be our God. 
 
 ' There we shall see his face, 
 And never, never sin ; 
 And from the rivers of his grace 
 Drink endless pleasures in.' 
 
 Oh, what a happy world ! and how happy we all 
 shall be when we once get there ! " 
 
 " Oh, dear Mamma," said the child, jumping 
 up at the thought of such a bright, happy place, 
 and such happy company, " let us all go now ; 
 let us start now ! Let us go right away to-night ! " 
 
 " Oh, but we can't get ready to-night; we must 
 wait a little ! And besides, God is not ready for us 
 to come yet ; but when we must come, he will let 
 us know." 
 
52 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 " But why can't we get ready now? Oh, I should 
 like to go now right up to heaven ! Dear Mamma, 
 let us go to-morrow." 
 
 "But, my dear child, we are not ready yet; and 
 we must wait God's time, and when he is ready 
 he will send for us." 
 
 " Well, dear Mamma, let us begin to />ack up. 
 now, at any rate." 
 
 By the writing of this anecdote I was reminded 
 of my own early experience in being quarantined 
 from Constantinople in the plague-season. 
 
 " Here am I," my diary says, " in quarantine for 
 my return to Europe, and for another oceanic 
 voyage on my way HOME ! Oh the beauty 
 and the sweetness of that beloved English word 
 Home! Shall I ever again realize it? LaPeste! 
 La Peste ! It was supposed when I landed here, 
 and had been well smoked, according to the laws 
 of purification, that I had not yet escaped the 
 plague, as my illness on board ship had revealed 
 some dangerous indications of that terror ! Have 
 I then really been preserved from it? If we touch 
 any late comer, our whole quarantine has tor be 
 renewed, or at least lengthened out enough to 
 make it as long as his, the latest possibk victim, 
 or we cannot be regarded as fit for any health- 
 ful society. How then can it ever be known, in 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. S3 
 
 this world of sin, misery, and falsehood, that we 
 have ever been so purified as to be fitted for the 
 society of heaven?" 
 
 What an instructive admonition for pilgrims 
 journeying heavenward ! When shall we be ready 
 for heaven? Never on our own merits, nor on 
 the testimony of all the quarantine or church cer- 
 tificates in the world ; far less on the hope of 
 another probation more merciful than that of the 
 present life. We must be in Christ now, and find 
 all our readiness and fitness in and from him, and 
 only through his infinite mercy. 
 
 Letter from Mrs. Cheever to her beloved Niece 
 in Shanghai, China. 
 
 My very dear Annie, — Many thanks for your sweet, 
 affectionate letter just received ; and I hasten to tell you 
 that I will copy the lines you so much desire and send 
 them with an additional poem in a few days. I want to 
 hear from China before I venture to forward them, for you 
 may be banished from Shanghai, if a spirit of retaliation 
 should be stirred up against foreigners for the inhuman 
 treatment of the poor, unoffending Chinese in our country. 
 I am bursting with indignation, and feel that it is a burn- 
 ing shame that it should have been allowed, and that our 
 Government has been so indifferent to their sacred obliga- 
 tions of protecting them. We have suffered all the scums 
 of Europe to come to our shores, for which we are now 
 
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 paying dearly, and the industrious, honest Chinese are to 
 be driven away. The command of Irish votes, under the 
 control of the Papacy, is the whole secret ; and our peo- 
 ple are afraid of the Irish now that they have so much 
 power by their votes. I have long felt that we were living 
 over a volcano ready to burst at any moment ; and the 
 recent riots in New York and elsewhere are verifying our 
 predictions. 
 
 The labor question is only a pretext for the introduction 
 of Romanism to our country. The Pope has declared that 
 he will have dominion here through Catholic-Irish votes, 
 and it is too true. You will see by the papers how things 
 are working. I suppose you see the American papers? 
 But the " Herald " is all Irish, though I am glad it has 
 lately been outspoken in favor of the Chinese. But the 
 whole world is in commotion, and I think we are on the 
 eve of some great crisis in the world's history, some 
 fulfilment of the prophecies but little understood. Our 
 only comfort is that the Lord reigns, and must overturn 
 and overturn till He whose right it is shall reign forever. 
 
 I was glad — or rather delighted — that you had your 
 dear uncle to preach for you, and wish you could in real- 
 ity hear one of his close pungent sermons ; such preach- 
 ing is needed in these days. I want to send you and 
 Shepherd one or two of his books, if you will direct me 
 how to forward them. You both, I 'm sure, would enjoy 
 the contents. 1 wrote dear Cousin Ann, and desired her 
 to send you her photograph. I have a beautiful one of 
 her taken before Mary's marriage to the Prince, which I 
 hope he will send you. I hear from her quite often. 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 5S 
 
 She writes charmingly. Is now over eighty, but tright 
 and vigorous as ever. I have desired John Taylor to 
 send you one of himself and wife, and also requested 
 your Aunt Fanny's and the girls'. I wish you could 
 see our darling Wyatt, who is now with us. He is John 
 TayJor'-s youngest child, and a bright, beautiful boy. We 
 love him dearly, and think he is a none-such. His 
 prattle is charming. 
 
 I quite long to see your good, faithful Ahmar. What 
 a valuable servant she must be ! And yet such are not al- 
 lowed admission to our country ! It is outrageous. Tell 
 her that I am always pleased to hear of her, and hope 
 God will reward her for all her kindness to you and Shep- 
 herd, and that sh^ will be among the redeemed in glory 
 some day. Just think of sending back to China a Man- 
 darin of wealth and position, because the Irish had for- 
 bidden him to land ! Surely there will be trouble. I hope, 
 dear Annie, that you and all your household will be kept 
 in peace and safety, and ready for a better home in 
 heaven, when summoned from this to join the bright 
 spirits above. God bless you, is ever the prayer of 
 
 Your loving 
 
 Aunt Lizzie. 
 
 From a Letter of Mrs. Cheever to her Beloved Cousin 
 in Germany concerning little Wyatt. 
 
 Dear Cousin, — I don't see that there is any differ- 
 ence in our views on the question of instructing the poor ; 
 for we each and all feel and know that if the masses of 
 the people anywhere throughout the world were instructed 
 
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 and educated in the knowledge of God's Word, through 
 faith in Christ our Saviour, all would be equally edu- 
 cated towards heaven. For the rule of heavenly love 
 is, "Where there is neither Jew nor Greek, Barbarian, 
 Scythian, bond nor free ; but Christ all and in all." 
 Such a state on earth can never be possible unless those 
 that are high become lowly, and all are willing to follow, 
 in spirit and in truth, the wonderful declaration of our 
 blessed Lord : " If I, then, your Lord and Master, have 
 washed your feet, ye also ought to wash one another's 
 feet ; for I have given you an example, that ye should do 
 as I have done to you ! " 
 
 But not with the infinite hypocrisy and washing of the 
 Pope and his Cardinals (imitated, as we have seen re- 
 cently, by the Emperor of Austria) gathering a com- 
 pany of dirty beggars in public show for admiration, 
 and then, themselves in purple robes, stooping to apply 
 their royal fragrant towels, moistened from golden ewers, 
 to feet already washed in preparation for this mon- 
 strous caricature ! (See the description, in the Observer 
 of the 1 2th of April, of that scene of Royal Foot- 
 Washing.) 
 
 Does it not, dear cousin, seem incredible that any set 
 of rational beings should seize upon the most wonderful 
 symbol of Divine condescension, compassion, and love, 
 and pervert it into a claim of human authority and power, 
 in God's pretended Vicar on earth, to trample under foot 
 the souls of the poor and needy? Just so the offering up 
 of the Mass, as the sacrifice of the Son of God for the 
 sins of the world, is an actual sacrifice of the deluded 
 masses, in their ignorance, guilt, and superstition, to the 
 
PAiTfi, tiOPM, AND Love. 57 
 
 Man of Sm and Son of Perdition. Such profane and 
 blasphemous falsehoods in assumption of the power on 
 earth of forgiving sins, and absolving in the name of the 
 Most High God, and vrith the claim of his infallibility, all 
 souls that he can persuade, as in the time of Luther, to 
 believe in such impostures ! All this, along with the ex- 
 clusion of the Bible from our common schools, at the 
 bidding of the Romish priesthood ! An insurance for life, 
 that the children shall all grow up in the ignorance of their 
 fathers, and sin on, in the same perversion of God's offer 
 of salvation ! 
 
 But now I must tell you something about the bright 
 little cherub, our nephew's dear boy, Wyatt, who has 
 taken possession of all our hearts so completely by his 
 ■winning ways, as never any child of our acquaintance did 
 ;before. I mention this, because I enclose for you a little 
 photograph of him, taken in the Isle of Jersey about a 
 year ago, and at this day quite a perfect likeness ; and 
 because my dear husband has found in him so remark- 
 able an instance of the power with which the idea of God 
 may seize and possess the mind of a child from the ear- 
 liest period, though presented first only in the book of 
 Nature, and in the question and its answer. Who made 
 you ? His aunt, I believe, was the first person that ever 
 put the question to him, or attempted to instruct him in 
 its answer ; but the simplicity of his faith, and the wonder 
 and solemnity, yet almost affectionate reverence and con- 
 fidence, with which he has learned to refer sun, moon, and 
 stars, father and mother, brother and sisters, and all good 
 people and things to God, are a very beautiful proof that 
 religion and the idea of God, if taught from the earliest 
 
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 period, would be found as intelligible, in the dawnings oi 
 our infantile reason, as the workings of self-consciousness 
 itself. 
 
 The other day little Wyatt, having unknowingly taken 
 cold, was standing at a window, looking up toward the 
 sky, his mother not dreaming of any illness; when he 
 suddenly turned his face to her, and said, " Mamma, do 
 you think if Wyatt was to die, God would take Wyatt up 
 to heaven ? " and without a moment of further warning 
 fell down in a convulsion, which deprived him fiatwdy of 
 sense and motion. You may iweli -stippose his parents 
 were terrified beyond measure ; but he was put immedi- 
 ately into a hot bath, and when the doctor arrived, was 
 found quite restored to life and to his senses, and has 
 since recovered to all appearance completely. Could any 
 agency but that of the Spirit of God have been working 
 in the mind and heart of the little fellow by that window 
 of the mind looking up to heaven, co-present with a sud- 
 den sense of illness, and nearness to death, when he asked 
 that question ? " Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings 
 thou hast perfected praise, that thou mightest still the 
 enemy and the avenger." God in Christ may often be 
 dealing with children in their unuttered thoughts and 
 questionings, which, when learned by the parents, if fol- 
 lowed up with something of the divine tenderness, and 
 love of Christ, accompanied with earnest prayer, would 
 bring them very surely into his fold, and keep them from 
 the paths of the Destroyer. That process of faith in the 
 heart of every Christian mother would soon carry it out 
 perfectly in faith and prayer, and by a mother's love teach 
 the love of Jesus from earliest infancy ; would itself still 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 59 
 
 the Enemy and Avenger by removing his intended victims 
 beyond reach of his power, even amidst all temptations ! 
 When shall it once be ? 
 
 Little Wyatt is certainly one of the brightest, sweetest, 
 most captivating and attractive Httle minds ever set in its 
 frame of immortality. So artless, yet inquisitive ; so full 
 of sensibility and feeling ; so quick and intelligent in his 
 perceptions ; so rapid in the acquisition of language, and 
 so swift to catch the meaning of new words, and so evi- 
 dently thoughtful and correct in their use, when he can 
 hardly pronotmce them in his prattle ; and he is so manly 
 and at the same time so childlike, and not precocious, 
 but so confiding and affectionate toward those wiio Jove 
 him, and so quick to perceive and value their sincerity ; 
 such a lover of pictures and animals, from Jumbo down 
 to our own chickens ; discerning the artistic merits of the 
 show ; and asking the why and the how and the purpose of 
 everything, — that we sometinles think, if his Ufe is spared 
 and he is not spoiled by over indulgence and affec- 
 tion, his promise will develop into some bright form of 
 commanding and enduring genius. God grant it may 
 be so ! 
 
 So for dear little Wyatt's attractiveness as a 
 child, and the expectations of his promised great- 
 ness. Now for one of his dear aunty's letters to 
 the child when absent from her charge. 
 
 My dear, darling little Wyatt, my very dear boy, you don't 
 know how much we love you, and how sorry we all are to 
 hear of your sickness. But we hope, by our dear Lord's 
 
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 tender mercy, you will soon be much better, and that we 
 may see you again in health, and rejoice in all your prat- 
 tle and fitn. You well know how the dear Saviour loyes 
 little children, and all that he does for them is for their 
 good ; so you must not be troubled or afraid in your sick- 
 ness, because Jesus himself is with you and watches over 
 you. You remember how he once became a little child 
 for your sake, and he knows the heart of a little child, and 
 besides has given charge to his loving angels to take care 
 of you and keep you as one of his little Iambs. If he 
 wishes to take you up to heaven while you are a htTle 
 child, it is because he has a bright and blessed infant- 
 school up there in the New Jerusalem, where he will put 
 you in one of his dear loving classes, and hold you by the. 
 hand, and teach you, and show you all the bright treasures 
 that he has in store for you. 
 
 There it will everywhere be so beautiful and bright 
 and holy, that the city and the 'country everywhere will be 
 safe and lovely, and so full of glory and of happy youth- 
 ful saints, the children of his kingdom, that he says in 
 the Bible that the very streets of the city, which are of 
 pure gold, as clear as glass, shall be full of boys and girls 
 playing in the streets thereof. The angels will love to 
 play with you. Still, you need not be in a hurry to go, but 
 only to have everything just as the Lord pleases, when and 
 how; and we all want you to stay with us here just as long 
 as God can spare you to us, and so we earnestly pray for 
 you that our loving Jesus, who is the great physician for 
 us all, may give you life, health, and strength, to make us 
 all yet more happy in your happiness, and in all your 
 sweet and winning ways with us on earth, and then,, when- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 6l 
 
 ever he pleases, he will take us all to heaven, if we only 
 learn to trust him and love him, and try always to please 
 him while here below. Meantime, may our dear merciful 
 Saviour make you sweetly patient, gentle, submissive, and 
 happy under his loving discipline, which older people 
 find it very hard sometimes to bear. 
 
 My darling child, if I were not afraid of tiring you by 
 too long a letter while you are so ill, I would tell you 
 something about your bright and cheery little bantam, 
 and how he goes about among the hens, crowing like the 
 biggest rooster and shining like a peacock, — his wings 
 are so beautifully colored, red, yellow, and gold. He is 
 one of, the prettiest, sweetest little fi^Uows you ever saw, 
 and he stands up so firm and soldier-like when he crows, 
 and pours forth his musical voice with such evident pleas- 
 ure and artless pride that it is a sight worth coming from 
 Stamford to see. And now, dearest boy, may God grant 
 you new health and strength to come and see for your- 
 self, as soon as you are well enough, what a blessed robe 
 of loveliness the spring season is throwing over everything. 
 The birds are building their nests already, and the buds 
 will soon break forth in blossoms, oh, how sweet and 
 fragrant ! God bless you and keep you, dear Wyatt, and 
 your dear parents, and all the dear children, and make 
 you all well and happy forevermore. This is the prayer 
 
 of 
 
 Your tenderly loving, anxious Aunt and Uncle. 
 
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 Another Letter during Wyatfs Absence. 
 
 My darling Wyait, — I am very lonely, and long 
 to see' you. We all miss you, and hope you will be ready 
 to come back in two weeks, for we cannot live all winter 
 without seeing your dear, bright little face. Your dear 
 uncle wants you back too, and we hope you will feel will- 
 ing to come, and will be a good little boy and a comfort 
 to us. Your little bantam comes every morning for some 
 
 crumbs, and reminds me of your dear little self. H 
 
 says it seems very lonely at the barn and wood-house with- 
 out seeing you. John arrived last evening, and we hope to 
 see him to-day ; if he brings anything for you I will send it. 
 I am sorry you did not take your ship in the bag, so as to 
 let Hiram see it. It was a beautiful gift from Maria. Let 
 
 your mamma see your book from Mrs. F . We have 
 
 the toys you left, all in a safe place with the tools, which 
 you will need when you come back. I was in hopes we 
 should have some snow yesterday, so you and Hiram could 
 enjoy coasting. I will have a new sled for you when you 
 return, and other things. Good-by. Evelina and Maria 
 send you a great deal of love, and your dear uncle sends 
 
 a thousand kisses with mine. 
 
 Ever your loving Aunty. 
 
 Beware of dogs ; and don't take cold. 
 
 His Aunty's Letter of Invitation. 
 
 When will you, my own dear little Wyatt, be ready and 
 willing to come back to us ? We cannot wait till spring, 
 for we want to see you so much; we are very lonely 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 63 
 
 without you, and want to see your bright Uttle face and 
 hear you talk. We hope you have done with striking, 
 and are willing to obey. You can be the best little boy 
 in the whole world if you will quit all naughty little ways. 
 God will love and bless you, and everybody will love you, 
 and you will grow up a good and useful man, if God spares 
 you. So try, dear little Wyatt, and tell Hiram to try also, 
 and Zenobia, and Bessie. 
 
 We will not mind your noise, and would rather hear 
 it, if you are not too boisterous, than the stillness now 
 in our house. The servants say so too ; and they want 
 yeu back. Maria and Evelina send their love to you, and 
 will be delighted to see you. We are all ready to welcome 
 you back. The ice is thick on the pond, and we have 
 plenty of snow, and you shall have a beautiful sled, and 
 choose it yourself, and there will be plenty of boys and 
 girls to skate on the pond. 
 
 I must now tell you something that will make you 
 laugh. Our little kitten is getting very playful and mis- 
 chievous. She lately jumps on Daisy's back and plays 
 with Daisy's tail. Daisy was very uneasy at first in hav- 
 ing her tail pulled by the kitten, but does n't seem to mind 
 it now. The kitten follows the man-servant all about, and 
 goes into the chicken-house and jumps on the roosting- 
 poles with the chickens. Your uncle says she is the pret- 
 tiest and most playful little kitten he ever saw, and he 
 loves to watch her at play. Now, do come back, dear 
 little Wyatt, as soon as your dear mamma and papa can 
 spare you? You can go home again for a visit any day, 
 and I will pay all the expenses of your trip. We are hav- 
 ing a good many eggs now, and you can sell them, for we 
 
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 can get fifty cents a dozen ; and you shall have the money. 
 We want you to find the eggs and chase away the pigs. 
 Love and kisses to you all firom your loving Aunty; 
 and Uncle sends you his kisses the same with hers. 
 
 My dear little Wyatt, — I want to tell you what your 
 dear uncle dreamed about you last night, which will, I am 
 sure, please you. He told it to Zenobia and your aunty 
 this morning. 
 
 He dreamed that Wyatt's papa and himself, with dear 
 little Wyatt, went out on the river in a boat sailing, and a 
 terrible fog came on, and they could hardly see, and were 
 afraid they would never reach land ; but they all pulled 
 hard for the shore, and God brought them safely home at 
 last. When they got home, all felt very tired, and their 
 clothes were all wet, and Uncle said little Wyatt must be 
 put in bed, for he was so tired and sleepy. But not so ! 
 Little Wyatt said, " I must pray to God first ; " and down 
 he went on his little knees, and with uplifted hands 
 thanked God for his kind care. 
 
 Uncle said dear little Wyatt looked like an angel, with 
 his little white nightgown on, and his dear little hands 
 raised to Heaven. 
 
 A Child'' s Prayer, written for Wyatt. 
 
 O merciful Heavenly Father, may a little child like 
 me venture to call thee mine ? Oh, make me thine, thy 
 dear, loving child, cleansed from all sin and forgiven for 
 Jesus' sake, who died for me that I might live forever in 
 heaven with the angels of God and all the dear, loving 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 65 
 
 children in thy heavenly kingdom. Oh, take my heart and 
 make it pure and holy, and take away all evil thoughts 
 and feelings out of it. Teach me, O Lord, and give me 
 grace to love my God and Saviour with all my heart and 
 soul and strength, and my neighbor as myself. May I be 
 meek and lowly, and of gentle mind and manners, and 
 loving God and his sweet and blessed word in the Bible, as 
 Jesus did when he was a little child on earth, and lived 
 and died for us, that we might be like him, and love him, 
 and be kept and loved by him forever. Make me always 
 loving and obedient to my dear father and mother, and 
 tender and gentle and loving to my dear brothers and 
 sisters. Make me good and kind and patient and true to 
 all my playmates, and to everybody around me, for Jesus' 
 sake. Show me how to believe in him, and teach me to 
 pray always, in his dear name, trusting in him. Keep 
 me always in his love, and give me more and more of his 
 blessed Spirit, every day on earth ; and when I die, take 
 me, O Father, washed in his most precious blood, a lamb of 
 his fold, to be forever with him, and with all his redeemed 
 little ones in the kingdom of heaven. 
 
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 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 Letters on the Sickness and Death of our Beloved 
 Mother. — Description of her Character and Example 
 IN Life. — The Death and Burial at Sea of her 
 Youngest Son, Dr. Nathaniel Cheever. 
 
 TT 7E change the scene and argument of these 
 Memorials to an experience of sorrow and 
 a discipline of divine mercy and grace. It was the 
 sickness and death of our beloved mother, and the 
 visions of heavenly hope and happiness given for 
 our comfort. As justly descriptive of her char- 
 acter, we copy a notice written by a relative in 
 Cambridge, Mass., on the event of her death in 
 Greenport, L. I. 
 
 The writer says " he will attempt a portrait of 
 her, as the picture appears distinct and beautiful 
 before his own mind. With such an example be- 
 fore them, let the mothers in Israel, left with chil- 
 dren to care for and educate, take courage and go 
 forward, putting their trust in God." 
 
 " Mrs. Cheever was born in the ancient town of York, 
 in the State of Maine. This town was settled by some of 
 the best families that England contributed to the New 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 67 
 
 World. The name and family of Barrell was one of the 
 most honorable and numerous. This was Mrs. Chee- 
 ver's maiden name ; she was married to Mr. Nathaniel 
 Cheever, of Hallowell, Me. This was the place of 
 Mrs. Cheever's residence for the greater part of her life. 
 Here her character was matured, known, and loved ; 
 here with her the great battle of life was fought and the 
 victory won ; here she experienced the sunshine and the 
 storm which gave strength and beauty to her many 
 excellences. 
 
 " Her husband, one of the most estimable and excellent 
 of men, was soon estabUshed in a prosperous business ; 
 and she became the happy mother of seven children. Life 
 was all brightness and hope. Then came her first heavy 
 sorrow, — a son, a very promising and lovely lad, eleven 
 years old, suddenly dropped through the ice while skating, 
 and was drowned. No blow to a fond and doting mother 
 could be more terrible and prostrating than this. The 
 shock was severe and the mourning was perpetual ; but 
 by the grace of God renewing her soul, she was brought 
 thereby to a serene and tranquil resignation to the divine 
 will. Four years after this event her husband died of 
 consumption, in Augusta, Ga., — whither he had repaired 
 for his health, — and left a sad but not desponding house- 
 hold. There the true and genuine woman, the sincere 
 Christian, the devoted and tender mother, shone forth in 
 the life of Mrs. Cheever. Administering with great wis- 
 dom the moderate but sufficient fortune left by her hus- 
 band, she was at once the protector, guide, example, and 
 teacher of her children. For many years the mansion 
 under the elm was the abode of cheerful industry, the 
 
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 centre of the warmest affections, a source of streams of 
 piety and knowledge, now and long hence to make the 
 hearts of many glad. 
 
 " Mrs. Cheever during all this period seemed to live a 
 fourfold life, in each of which she accomplished more 
 than many devoted to a single one of them. She had a 
 life ' hid with Christ in God.' In the exercises of devo- 
 tion, in the acquisitions of religious knowledge, she did 
 the work of an ordinary life. In domestic cares, by wis- 
 dom in planning and great skill in accomplishing, she did 
 the work of a day in a few hours. There, as teacher of, 
 and scholar with, her children, she did so much that to a 
 stranger it seemed the whole business of life. In all the 
 social relations Mrs. Cheever was a bright, radiant centre. 
 In conversational powers and intelligence she had but few 
 equals. There was a radiance of countenance, flashes 
 of wit, pleasant repartee, that delighted all, while they 
 wounded none. She had the patience of the most 
 schooled and disciplined of philosophers, with all the 
 buoyancy and sprightliness of the most joyous poets. 
 Her presence was a perpetual sunshine ; her memory like 
 those beautiful clouds on which the last rays of evening 
 fall, but not, like those clouds, ever to fade from the 
 memory of those who knew and loved her. Her duty 
 was always her delight ; the harvest of her labors a rich 
 reward. There were four elements that constituted the 
 strength and glory of her character, — her piety, sincerity, 
 perseverance, and cheerfulness. 
 
 " Her last severe trial, — the death at sea of her invalid 
 son, the ' beloved physician,' — and the suffering conse- 
 quent upon it, were remarkably sanctified to her. -^4?- 
 
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 work of grace was evidently deeper and her faith stronger ; 
 the promises of God were sweeter than ever before. In 
 her residence with her son at Greenport, though trans- 
 planted like a noble vine to a stranger soil, she is said to 
 have taken root downward and borne fruit upward. She 
 endeared herself greatly to the people of God there by 
 her cheerful tone, her genial benevolence, earnest devo- 
 tion, and youthful zeal in the cause of her Master. Her 
 loss to the Congregational Church, as a mother in Israel, 
 is very deeply felt. Her memory is hallowed. She de- 
 parted in the full possession of all her faculties. Her 
 death-bed was bright and glorious by the presence of her 
 Saviour. 
 
 " Another hand is beckoning us, 
 Another call is given ; 
 And glows once more with angel-steps 
 The path that leads to heaven. 
 
 " Sweet promptings unto kindest deeds 
 Were in her very look : 
 We read her face as one who reads 
 A true and holy book ; 
 
 " The measure of a blessed hymn 
 
 To which our hearts could move ; 
 The breathing of an inward psalm, 
 A canticle of love." 
 
 In connection with the above notices we present 
 some extracts from a volume by Rev. Henry T. 
 Cheever, prepared from the journals, diary, and 
 letters of our beloved brother Nathaniel, — a work 
 
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 published, in two editions, by Mr. Charles Scribner, 
 in New York, in 1851, — a work that we could wish 
 might be found, on account of its sacred, educa- 
 tional, and prayerful lessons, in every Sabbath- 
 school library and in every household. From our 
 brother's youthful experience, later sufferings, and 
 peaceful death and burial at sea, we choose a few 
 paragraphs, introductory to the letters from Green- 
 port, where our beloved mother had resided a few 
 years with her son Henry, then the pastor of the 
 Congregational church in that village : — 
 
 " His first vivid religious impressions under preaching 
 are believed to have been when eight years of age. He 
 then spent much time in prayer by himself, and he would 
 talk and pray with his schoolmates one by one. In due 
 time God delivered him from all disquieting fears, doubts, 
 and regrets ; and cheerful activity in his Master's service, 
 at every relaxation of disease, characterized his course for 
 many years. He used to visit a cabinet-maker's shop, 
 where were several young men, and one or two lads near 
 his own age, in the hope of engaging their attention to 
 serious things. One morning, coming in from them, 
 grieved at having heard- profane language, and feeling that 
 he ought to have said something to the person uttering it, 
 he could not be satisfied until, finding the 'Swearer's 
 Prayer,' and going back with the tract to the shop, he 
 gave it, with a few words of expostulation, to the young 
 man. They gave him the designation of ' The Little Mis- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 7 1 
 
 sionary,' by way of ridicule ; but this did not prevent his 
 earnest desires for their conversion, and ingenuous efforts 
 in their behalf. 
 
 " His regard for the Sabbath all through his youth was 
 peculiar ; his grief in its profanation often expressed ; 
 and he was frequently known to take a tract upon the 
 claims of the Sabbath, and go out to give it to persons 
 who were desecrating the holy day. No one could refuse 
 to listen to a word of remonstrance from one so young 
 and interesting in his personal appearance. In the ab- 
 sence of both his brothers at this time, he resorted, as by 
 a social necessity, to more intimate self-communications 
 with his mother and sister ; such being the frankness and 
 affection of his character by grace and nature, that his 
 mental exercises and emotions must be shared by others 
 in order to be enjoyed by himself. 
 
 " Many hours were spent at his bedside, after he had 
 retired for the night, in delightful converse. We have 
 often regretted that some record was not preserved of 
 those nightly conversations. So attractive and heavenly 
 would he often be, it was difficult to leave him- His mother 
 sometimes in his early sickness would express her sorrow 
 in leaving him alone tlirough the night. Once, in partic- 
 ular, he sweetly answered her, in the words of Scripture, 
 as was his manner, ' What time I am afraid, I will trust in 
 the Lord.' His early development of faith and devout 
 emotion was no less remarkable than his religious activ- 
 ity. His Christian character, at the first youthful period, 
 when the hand of disease was laid on him so heavily, was 
 signahzed by a great love of personal labor for the con- 
 version of tlaose to whom he could gain access. With a 
 
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 few tracts in his hand he would pursue his walks, and 
 speak fervently to those to whom he presented them; 
 and the very sight of one so young and so feeble, engaged 
 in such a work with such simplicity and earnestness, had 
 great power. 
 
 " So deeply had this habit taken possession of his being, 
 that at times it seemed uppermost even in his dreams. 
 His mother was accustomed to leave a cane by his bed- 
 side, that he might knock in the night, should any assist- 
 ance be needed, under a paroxysm of disease. One night a 
 loud knocking was heard ; and the family, having hastened 
 to him, found him still asleep, but with the cane in his 
 hand, as if calling for assistance. When it was inquired 
 what he wanted, 'Mother,' was his earnest, unconscious 
 exclamation, ' I can't make sinners hear ! I can't make 
 sinners hear ! ' 
 
 " On one occasion his sister had been out for the after- 
 noon, and did not return till the latter part of the evening. 
 It was in the summer. He had retired, being fatigued 
 with the day's exertion, though at that time better than 
 usual in health. As was always our custom, his room was 
 the first place sought in coming home. She went to tell 
 him of the visit, and convey the messages of Christian 
 friends. He was full of animation and hope ; had been 
 to Gardiner to visit the iron-foundry during the day, and 
 his mind was much excited with the thoughts started by 
 what he had seen. In giving an account of it, said he : 
 ' When looking into the heated furnace, with the red ore, 
 I thought of the three worthies who were cast into the one 
 seven times heated ; and I felt, as I gazed upon the burn- 
 ing flames, that if Christ should call me, I could go through 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 73 
 
 them without fear.' Such was his joyous experience at 
 that time of the love of Christ. A little after this, while 
 suffering severely under an attack of asthma, he was asked 
 by one of the family, who was going to visit a beloved 
 relative, what message she should carry from him. ' Tell 
 her,' was his immediate reply, in the manner peculiar to 
 himself, — ' tell her, with my love, that the hand of the 
 Lord is heavy upon me, yet I rejoice in him daily.' 
 
 " Sacred music, by the voice and piano, was a delight 
 and solace to him in his affliction. The hallowed lan- 
 guage of praise and adoration was often upon his lips ; 
 and his voice, thrilled by feeling, was full of melody. 
 One morning, when he was more than ordinarily under the 
 power of disease, and panting for breath, his mother had 
 left the room upon his partial recovery from a severe 
 coughing-spell. It was but a few minutes after that she 
 was arrested by the sound of singing from his apartment ; 
 it was his own voice, lifted in praise for relief, warbling its 
 gratitude in that verse of Watts : — 
 
 ' I 'II praise my Maker with my breath ; 
 And when my voice is lost in death, 
 Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
 My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
 While life and thought and being last, 
 Or immortality endures.' 
 
 " The scene has closed in mid-ocean. At sea in that 
 little cabin, amidst the storm, and in extreme weakness, 
 though, by the mercy of God, with but little suffering, and 
 in a spirit of calm, sweet confidence in the Redeemer, the 
 last dying struggle of life has been passed through, and 
 the soul has winged its way to heaven. What a blissful 
 
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 change, from an existence the protracted effort of which 
 was a conflict with disease and suffering, and one contin- 
 ued trial of faith and patience, to the unclouded presence 
 and perfect likeness of Christ, in a world of uninterrupted 
 holiness, happiness, and glory. 
 
 'Now planted in a world of light, 
 
 Unfolding into perfect bliss. 
 Oh, who shall mourn the early flight, 
 In Christ so beautiful and bright, 
 
 That drew him from a world like this ?' 
 
 " One after another the treasured hopes and expecta- 
 tions of our dear brother were disappointed till the last 
 that was left was the longing desire to see once more his 
 beloved mother and sister, and, if it might please God, to 
 die among his kindred. But even when every earthly 
 hope is taken away, how completely and calmly can Jesus 
 satisfy the soul ! Here, at length, God made it easy for 
 him to dismiss the last desire of life, and submissively 
 and serenely to know that never again on earth would 
 he see the faces of those so dear to him. There was no 
 conflict at last ; all he had to do was gently to fall asleep 
 in Jesus. 
 
 " Once, early in life, amidst the sufferings of his disease, 
 our beloved brother wrote an essay on the characteristics 
 of true resignation to God's will, in answer to a question 
 proposed by his sister. In the course of it he alluded to 
 the trying event of a death and burial at sea, and the 
 glorious hope of the Resurrection, — the same hope for 
 friends far away, as for those whose green grassy mounds 
 we visit in the graveyard of our native village. It is affect- 
 
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 ing now to read that passage ; it seems a long, yet not 
 sad presentiment of what might be his own fate. What 
 matter where, since Christ is still the same, in his grace 
 and saving power, on the sea as on the land ? How many 
 dear forms lie shrouded there for the Resurrection ! But 
 the sea shall give up her dead ; and God's angels can 
 watch them there as securely as beneath heaven's crystal 
 atmosphere. The voice of the ocean is a great cradle 
 hymn, by the music of which the dead may slumber. In 
 the roar of its tempest thunder, or in the calm and mighty 
 sweep of its undulating billows, or in the beating of its 
 surges on a rock-bound shore, or in the solemn tramp of 
 its tides upon the long white lonely beach, it is a perpetual 
 requiem. 
 
 " O thou that goest forth upon its waters, drooping 
 and sad, so embark that if thine appointed resting-place 
 should be a bed beneath the deep, thou too mayst sleep 
 in Jesus ! Go forth, trusting in him ; into his hands 
 commit thy spirit ; day by day, while thou breathest the 
 air of the sea, let the breath of prayer ascend to God by 
 faith in Jesus. So shalt thou be at peace ; and whether 
 in storm or calm, all winds and waves shall be to thee 
 the voice of God in mercy. ' Hope thou in God ; for I 
 shall yet praise him who is the health of my countenance 
 and my God.' " 
 
 Greenport, Monday evening, January, 1853. 
 
 Dearest, dearest Lizzie, — • Our dear mother still lives ; 
 and by the wonderful manner in which the grace of Christ 
 has been vouchsafed to her and manifested in her, we 
 have all been carried quite to the verge of heaven. I 
 
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 could fill several sheets of paper with her expressipns of 
 ineffable peace in God and confidence in her Redeemer, 
 but I am almost too much exhausted to collect and note 
 them down. They have dropped firom an overflowing 
 heart in so natural, serene, and simple a way, and with 
 such a heavenly radiance upon her countenance, that you 
 would have felt it an unspeakable privilege to look upon 
 her and to listen to her. Several times an unexpected 
 occasion or remark has led on to a conversation in which 
 I have witnessed more of heaven upon earth than I ever 
 before beheld in any sick-room or " chamber where the 
 good man meets his fate." Oh, how I have wished that 
 you could have been present ! Yet it would have been 
 too much for you ; and for your health's sake I am glad 
 you are not in a household of so much anxiety and suffer- 
 ing, though at the same time of so much consolation and 
 peace. 
 
 I told you before that dear mother was happy in the 
 prospect of death. She said that the terrors of death were 
 entirely taken away, and that her confidence in Jesus was 
 unwavering and her peace entire. The text was repeated, 
 " Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose soul is 
 stayed on thee." " Perfect peace ! " she responded, with 
 a smile of such radiance that it was inexpressibly delight- 
 ful. " Oh," exclaimed she, " I long to be at rest, — 
 
 ' This mortal tenement to quit, 
 That I may be with God ! ' 
 
 You must not pray for my recovery. I take my staff and 
 travel on. ' He restoreth my soul ; he leadeth me in the 
 paths of righteousness, for his name's sake.' 
 
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 ' If e'er I go astray, 
 
 He doth my soul reclaim, 
 And leads me in his own right way, 
 For his most holy name.' 
 
 I never thought to realize so much of his presence and 
 his love." 
 
 She was frequently repeating some of Watts's most 
 beautiful stanzas, and said, — 
 
 " ' Jesus can make a dying bed 
 
 Feel soft as downy pillows are.' " 
 
 To-night I said to her, " Dear mother, amidst all your 
 sufferings, your mind does not seem to have wandered 
 from the Saviour at all." "Not in the least," was the 
 answer, in a slow, emphatic, grateful utterance, so full of 
 the expression of deep peace that it was as the voice 
 of an angel. One of us repeated the text, " I know in 
 whom I have believed." " I know in whom I do be- 
 lieve," was the answer. We repeated the passage, " This 
 is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation," etc. 
 " Oh, blessed, precious passage ! " she exclaimed. We 
 repeated the text, "O death, where is thy sting?" etc. 
 Then she answered : " Yes, the sting of death is sin ; but 
 praised be God, he has taken the sting of death entirely 
 away. Perfect peace ! " 
 
 One of those present, thinking to awaken an association 
 of delight in the thought of meeting dear ones in heaven 
 who have gone before, said, " You will meet your dear 
 Nathaniel there." " I shall meet Christ there," was the 
 serene and gentle answer. Then she said, " I long, oh, I 
 long to be there !" Then the expressions of her own un- 
 worthiness were most affecting ; and her gratitude for the 
 
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 divine mercy, and for every token of kindness bestowed 
 by those around her, and her words of deep affection for 
 the church and people, and especially for some whose 
 Christian character she had intimately known, were most 
 impressive and delightful. Gratitude was always one of 
 her ruling traits of character. It is impossible to describe 
 how affectingly it has been manifested. Amidst her great 
 sufferings, not a complaint nor expression of impatience 
 has escaped her, but always there has been the same 
 radiant manifestation of peace. Sometimes she would 
 repeat a stanza of an old Methodist hymn, — 
 
 " ' Oh, how happy are they 
 Who their Saviour obey, 
 And have laid up their treasure above ! ' 
 
 That sweet comfort is mine," and there stopped ; and on 
 another occasion said that she wished she could tell us 
 some of the things of which her mind was full. 
 
 But I give you a most imperfect and inadequate idea 
 of the beauty, sweetness, and serenity of this exhibition of 
 the power of a Saviour's love to take away the terrors of 
 the grave, and afford some Uttle foretaste of heaven. 
 Some one asked if her head pained her greatly, and she 
 said, " Yes, but I shall soon be where it will cease to ache 
 forever." All these things, in her weak and suffering state, 
 and with great difficulty of articulation, have been exceed- 
 ingly affecting and impressive. And then such sweet 
 messages of love and kindness ! 
 
 Dearest Lizzie, you cannot tell how affectionately she 
 spoke of you. I told her how much you loved her. ". I 
 know it," said she ; " I know that she loves me, and I love 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 79 
 
 her dearly." And then she added, "I can say befort 
 God that I have loved her ever since I knew her. I 
 believe she is one of God's true disciples. I love her 
 dearly ! I love her dearly ! 1 only regret that she could 
 not have been more with us here at Greenport. I hope 
 that she and George will be happier together than ever." 
 Oh, my dearest wife ! I wish you could have heard her 
 accents, — the deep tenderness of them, the depth of 
 feeling and meaning every word carried, and could have 
 seen the ineffable sweetness of her face, the radiant peace 
 and love beaming in it. 
 
 And all this amidst anguish and oppression and suffer- 
 ing of body such as we have not been able to under- 
 stand ! For her disease baffles all examination and effort. 
 Nothing has the least effect upon it. Indeed, she cannot 
 swallow anything, not even the smallest quantity of liquid, 
 without great pain, and consequently can take little or no 
 nourishment. 
 
 But I will not trouble you with this. We cannot tell 
 how soon the scene will end. Dear mother has not had 
 the least hope of recovery from the beginning, and lately 
 not the least wish. But oh, the anguish of beholding her 
 sufferings without being able to alleviate them ! and oh, 
 the bitterness of parting with so dear a mother ! I can- 
 not tell when I shall be home. I am to write to Pough- 
 keepsie that I cannot be there to lecture on Friday 
 evening. Dearest Lizzie, be careful of yourself; and may 
 our dear Lord keep you as in the hollow of his hand. I 
 wish I could get a letter from you. 
 
 Ever most affectionately your loving husband, 
 
 George. 
 
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 Greenport, Tuesday evening, January, 1853. 
 Dearest Lizzie, — Our dear, dear mother is almost 
 home. Last night was a night of distress, but not so 
 great as before, and caused partly by the great effort of 
 the hour of sacred heavenly conversation in the evening, 
 in which such clearness of mind and celestial light and 
 peace were vouchsafed that nothing in all our experience, 
 and few things that we have even read of, could surpass 
 it. To-day she has been sinking fast, the power of con- 
 sciousness gradually declining ; and now at any moment 
 she may cease to breathe. I shall continue the record 
 which was begun in my letter of yesterday. She said 
 again, — 
 
 " ' I long, oh, I long to be there ! ' " 
 
 Elizabeth continued, — 
 
 " ' I long to put on my attire 
 
 Washed white in the blood of the Lamb ; 
 I long to be one of your choir 
 And tune my sweet harp to his name I ' " 
 
 Then it was evident that the hymn was passing through 
 her mind : — 
 
 "' Hark, they whisper ! Angels say, 
 Sister spirit, come away 1 ' " 
 
 1 told her she was going to Mount Zion above, and to the 
 innumerable company of angels, and to Jesus, the Medi- 
 ator of the New Covenant, and that God had said, 
 "Them that sleep in Jesus wiU God also bring with him." 
 " Oh," exclaimed she, " that is the best thing I have ! " 
 
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 Allusion was made to her sleeping, as perhaps a favor- 
 able symptom. " Yes," said she, " ' If he sleep, he shall 
 do well.' " I said, " ' He that beheveth in me, though he 
 were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever liveth and 
 believeth in me shall never die.' " " Oh, yes ! " was her 
 sweet response, " I am sure of that ; I have that assur- 
 ance ! " So many of the hymns of Watts were on her 
 lips at intervals, that Elizabeth spoke of the comfort of 
 having them so early and so long familiar. " Oh, yes ! " 
 she exclaimed, " they are in my soul 1 I wish I could 
 tell you some of the things that are there ! " Once she 
 exclaimed amidst her suffering, — 
 
 " ' Show pity, Lord I O Lord, forgive, 
 And let a mourning sinner live 1 ' " 
 
 She said, " I have been indifferent, or had been growing 
 indifferent, but He has brought me back. 
 
 ' If e'er I go astray, 
 He doth my soul reclaim.' " 
 
 When the words of the hymn, " Behold, what wondrous 
 love," were suggested, she said, — 
 
 " ' Nor doth it yet appear 
 
 How great we shall be made ; 
 
 But when we see our Saviour here, 
 
 We shall be like our Head.' " 
 
 And then she added, with a lighting up of the counte- 
 nance by a smile so full of radiant, heavenly peace that 
 nothing can describe it, — 
 
 " ' A hope so much divine 
 May trials well endure I ' " 
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 There was a poem which she used often to quote, — 
 especially the lines, 
 
 " Infinite Goodness teaches us submission," etc. 
 
 Yesterday she repeated the words from it, 
 
 "Death will invade us by the means appointed, 
 And we must all bow to the King of Terrors; 
 Nor am I anxious, if I be prepared, 
 What shape he comes in." 
 
 It is an old poem which was written, I believe, daring 
 the Revolutionary War ; and fifty years ago it used to be 
 still sung in some parts of our country. Into how many 
 hearts religious sayings and impressions are thus some- 
 times carried, in different and widely remote places, by a 
 single stray poem ! It was republished not long since in 
 one of the newspapers, and dear mother was greatly de- 
 lighted to see it. 
 
 In the first of this illness there was mingled an exquisite 
 playfulness in her manner and expressions, a mixture of 
 tenderness, gentleness, resignation, cheerfulness, and love, 
 exceedingly remarkable. She would sometimes answer our 
 persuasions for her to take some medicine or nourishment 
 with snatches of poetry that came to her mind by some ap- 
 propriate connection, sometimes amusing and then again 
 serious. But she seemed to have a deep abiding con- 
 viction that it was utterly vain to attempt to do anything 
 for her recovery, nor did she desire it. As the disease 
 advanced, she seemed surprised that she continued in life 
 so long. Once she awaked out of a deep interval of 
 slumber, and exclaimed, " I am almost equal to Daniel 
 Webster; is it possible that I am still alive?" And at 
 
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 another time she said, "I have lain here thinking so 
 much of what Mr. Webster said, — ' I still live ! ' " She 
 repeated the verse, — 
 
 " 'T is God that lifts our comforts high, 
 Or sinks them in the grave ; 
 He gives, and — blessed be his name 1 — 
 He takes but what he gave." 
 
 and that other stanza, — 
 
 " The dear delights Vfe here enjoy 
 And fondly call our own, 
 Are but short favors borrowed now, 
 To be repaid anon.'' 
 
 And then she spoke of the Lord's unspeakable goodness, 
 
 and added with a deep and heavenly fervor of grateful 
 
 love, — 
 
 " ' Good when he gives, supremely good ; 
 Nor less when he denies. 
 E'en crosses, from his sovereign hand, 
 Are blessings in disguise.' " 
 
 " He is a refuge in distress, a precious Saviour, — yes, a 
 precious Saviour ! " Her heart was full of grateful love. 
 The least thing done for her she remembered and spoke 
 of with a thankfulness that was truly affecting. She was 
 continually speaking of the kindness of Henry's people. 
 She had made him from the outset keep a record of 
 everything received, partly that nothing might be forgot- 
 ten or neglected, and partly to see how kind the people 
 were. Her tenderness and affection towards the servant- 
 girl Catherine were very striking. Catherine was weeping 
 as though her heart would brep-k, while dear mother wa3 
 
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 feebly articulating some parting messages of love. " Oh," 
 exclaimed she, " why should any of you weep ? Let there 
 - be no weeping." 
 
 She then told Catherine how she had borne her on her 
 heart, and what full confidence she felt that she would be 
 brought into the fold of Christ, adding that she had long 
 felt this, and had prayed for her. She spoke of the un- 
 converted, and said, " My heart yearns after tjiem." She 
 spoke of her happiness while here at Greenport among 
 Henry's people, and said that she had been perfectly 
 happy, and blessed God that he had brought her here to 
 live. She spoke of one of the most spiritual among the 
 members of the church, and said, " She is one of the salt 
 of the earth. I wish I could now see her and take her to 
 my arms." 
 
 She had sometimes expressed a desire, whenever she 
 should die, to be buried by the grave of her father, in 
 the place of her birth and childhood, in the family grave- 
 yard on the farm in York. When this was suggested to 
 her, and she was asked if there was any particular place 
 where she desired to lie, she answered, "Oh, no mat- 
 ter where ! no matter where ! " I then repeated the 
 verse, — 
 
 " God my Redeemer lives, 
 
 And often from the skies 
 Loolcs down and watclies all my dust, 
 
 Till he shall bid it rise. 
 Arrayed in glorious grace 
 
 Shall these vile bodies shine, 
 And every shape and every face 
 
 Look heavenly and divine." 
 
 The hymn met her feeling perfectly. 
 
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 It is the testimony of all who have known her that our 
 dear mother has been growing in grace deeply, remark- 
 ably, since she has been here. It is astonishing what a 
 hold she had got of the affections of the people, and 
 with what tenderness and benevolent love her heart 
 cleaved to them. It is a most remarkable instance of so 
 aged a person, transplanted like an old tree, and taking 
 root downward and bearing fruit upward, becoming so 
 endeared to the strange soil. It is the power of heavenly 
 grace, along with that native disposition of strong and 
 grateful attachment that has everywhere and always marked 
 dear mother's character. But of late especially God has 
 been making' her useful, and at the same time rapidly 
 preparing her for himself. 
 
 Now, dearest love, I must bid you good-night, hoping 
 to write again to-morrow. The Lord be with you, and 
 keep you from all evil. 
 
 Your loving husband, George. 
 
 From a Letter Retrospective, after the Closing Scenes. 
 
 Greenport, January. 
 
 It has been a great happiness to dear mother to have 
 Cousin Charlotte with her. I believe the only tears she 
 has shed during her illness were tears of joy when she 
 beheld Charlotte's face. Long ago she had made her 
 promise that if it were possible she would be with her 
 in her last illness, and now it was a remarkable provi- 
 dence of God's mercy that brought her here. Dear 
 mother said to Catherine, as she saw Cousin Charlotte 
 leaving the room for a moment, " There she goes, like a 
 heavenly angel flitting round the house ! " It was affect- 
 
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 ing to see the combined gentleness, playfulness, and ten- 
 der love with which — though it cost her a severe effort, 
 attended with great suffering — she would yield to our 
 urgent importunity to swallow some little nourishment or 
 liquid. Sometimes when she succeeded in swallowing 
 two or three times successively, I would say, "There, 
 dear mother, that is well done ; that is noble, that is 
 good." Then she said, with a sweet smile, "See how 
 George is praising me ! He thinks he can succeed in 
 that way." Another time, when we could not persuade 
 her to try again to swallow a spoonful of some liquid 
 after an unsuccessful effort, she remarked, with a gentle, 
 smiling, patient look, on the impossibility of moving a 
 stubborn will, and repeated a stanza from some quaint 
 old ballad, running somewhat as follows : — 
 
 " You may mistake the way you take 
 Your wishes to obtain ; 
 For me to wed against my will, 
 It is a thing in vain," 
 
 Then again, with a great effort, she would conquer the 
 repugnance, which seemed like that of a person afflicted 
 with hydrophobia, and would endeavor to swallow once 
 or twice, but it seemed almost impossible. Yet she did 
 not complain of pain, and could not describe the an- 
 guish : we knew it only by the sight of it, and amidst it 
 all her face beamed upon us successively with such a 
 celestial radiance of benignant, compassionate, unutter- 
 able love, that I never saw anything which seemed so 
 to realize the expression, " His face was as it had been 
 the face of an angeL" It was indeed a truly angelic 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 87 
 
 smile, such a sense of peace and love conveyed in it as 
 cannot be imagined. 
 
 After a night of great suffering, dear mother said to 
 Elizabeth, " I felt in the night as if I had been torn asun- 
 der, and thrown about in pieces. My mouth seemed 
 tossed in one place, my nose in another, my eyes in an- 
 other; but still T felt that God was whole, and I could 
 rest my soul on him, my Rock, and was comforted." Not 
 even a temptation to distrust or unbelief, or doubt of 
 God's love, seems to have been presented to her mind. 
 The enemy has been as still as a stone while she has 
 passed over Jordan. It has been unspeakably delightful 
 to witness such serene and undisturbed repose, as of a 
 child, on the bosom of the Saviour. 
 
 It is remarkable that not even the parting with her 
 children, though she loved us all with such- depth and 
 strength of attachment, has been presented to her mind 
 as an element of trouble or sorrow. The light from 
 heaven has transfigured even that, and, with all her ex- 
 pressions of love, not a pang at the thought of the 
 separation has seemed to be experienced. How en- 
 tirely the sting of death is taken away, and the dark- 
 ness of the grave illuminated, by such glory ! The 
 painfulness of the blow to us, and the anguish of the 
 separation even for Elizabeth, is so diminished, that our 
 thankfulness to God for such a death, and the sacred, 
 solemn joy of such experience, triumph over the deso-_ 
 lation and the sorrow. But oil, the loss of such a mother, 
 especially to dear Elizabeth, who has been inseparably 
 with her, through trial and blessings, for more than thirty 
 years! 
 
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 Dear mother's flowers — the plants that she loved to 
 tend, and watch their growth and budding and blossom- 
 ing — stand in the windows and seem as if they too would 
 speak and tell us of their desolation. You know how she 
 loved them, and some of them you gave her. I never 
 knew a person who had -a more unaffected, untaught, 
 native love of flowers, and as strong and fresh in her age 
 as in her youth, undiminished to the last. And the 
 simplest modest flowers were to her the most beautiful. 
 You know how much she thought of the morning- 
 glory ; how she would call me to admire her flowers, to 
 tell me how beautiful they were, and make me share 
 in her enjoyment. " Come and see my morning- 
 glory," she would say. " But you do not look at it : 
 I want you to admire it, — I want you to see how 
 beautiftil it is. I have counted at least fifty blossoms 
 that have bloomed upon it this season." There was a 
 lily that she watched, hoping it would bloom by New- 
 Year's Day ; but it did not, and to-day the blossom is 
 withering and falling off. 
 
 Dear mother's love of Nature, and her deep enjoyment 
 of its scenes, were as fresh and vivid at seventy-five as 
 ever. Oh, how she enjoyed the sight of this moon upon 
 the water, from her window that overlooked the lovely 
 prospect ! and the sunsets, and the bright days of au- 
 tumn, and all the seasons and their changes ! Once dur- 
 ing her illness, and in the midst of pain, some allusion 
 having brought to mind the scenes of early morning, she 
 referred to one of Mr. Webster's letters from the country 
 as descriptive of her feelings. And again on some occa- 
 sion, in reference to her enjoyment of animated Nature, 
 
PAtTH, HOPE, AND Love. 89 
 
 she said, " Oh, yes, I love the fowls that flutter at the door.'' 
 And indeed she enjoyed everything that God has made, 
 and never more gratefully than during the period of her 
 abode at Greenport. 
 
 And now she is gone ! The evening before her death 
 it was a lovely sunset. I went out from the sick-room ; 
 and as I gazed upon the beautiful sky, so full of glory, it 
 seemed to me very solemn. There was an awe in the 
 evening light that I never felt before, and I thought, if I 
 should see the sunset without a mother on earth, it would 
 never look to me as it did before. To-day it is fitfully 
 snowing, and all Nature is desolate ; but dear mother 
 has passed where 
 
 "... everlasting spring abides, 
 And never-fading flowers." 
 
 Do you not suppose that these sensibilities of ours, so 
 keenly alive to the impressions of beauty and loveliness 
 from God's works in this lower world, will thrill with 
 ecstasy, similar in kind but far greater in degree, in the 
 vision of God's glorious works in other worlds? How 
 can there be a doubt of it ? And how happy are they to 
 whom communion with God was dear and delightful 
 through his works as well as his word here, when the soul 
 beholds his works no longer through the veil of flesh and 
 sense, and when they behold him, no more as through a 
 glass darkly, but face to face ! And oh, if ecstatic com- 
 munion with God is possible here in the midst of the 
 greatest pain, the most intense physical- and nervous suffer- 
 ing, what must it be to commune with him there, not only 
 without pain, but freed from all sin, and with angelic sense 
 and vision ! 
 
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 Dear mother loved the poor, and was always doing 
 them good, and always happy in such benevolence. She 
 spoke of this happiness during her illness, and on one 
 occasion remarked : " I have always been thankful that 
 God never suffered me to live where there were no poor. 
 When we first came to Greenport we inquired about the 
 poor, and some told us there were no poor here ; but we 
 soon found them out. I never desire to be where there 
 are no poor." Yet there are no poor in heaven; all are 
 rich. And yet there must be employment there too for 
 this spirit of benevolence, this sympathy with suffering and 
 distress. Who can tell? There is a reward for it, most 
 certainly, whenever and wherever exercised, and a happi- 
 ness in it infinitely great. There is the spirit that would 
 sympathize if ever occasion were presented. May not 
 our Blessed Lord have added : " Secure and improve 
 your precious opportunities of such charity. The poor 
 ye have always with you, but me ye have not always. 
 And inasmuch as ye have given the cup of such bless- 
 ing to one of these my little ones, ye have done" it unto 
 me." 
 
 The poor, the friendless, the broken-hearted, and the 
 little children, Jesus always loved as his own. The children 
 rejoicing at his presence in the temple, and shouting with 
 their sweet voices " Hosanna to the Son of David ! " were 
 many of them little ones that had experienced his loving- 
 kindness and his blessing. On many of them he had laid 
 his hands, saying at the same time to those looking on 
 around him : " Except ye be converted, and become as 
 little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of 
 heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as a 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 9 1 
 
 little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 
 And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name 
 receiveth me. Take heed that ye despise not one of these 
 little ones ; for I say unto you, that in heaven their angels 
 do always behold the face of my Father who is in heaven. 
 For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that 
 which was lost. Even so it is not the will of your Father 
 which is in heaven that one of these little ones should 
 perish." 
 
 If you, O man I of Death are bound in dread, 
 Come to this chamber, sit beside this bed ; 
 See how the name of Christ, breathed o'er the heart, 
 Makes the soul smile at Death's uplifted dart. 
 
 The air to sense is close that fills the room. 
 But angel forms are waving through the gloom ; 
 The feeble pulse leaps up as 't would expire, 
 But Christ still watches the Refiner's fire. 
 
 Life comes and goes, — the spirit lingers on : 
 'T is over ! — no, the conflict 's not quite done ; 
 For Christ will work till of life's sinful stain 
 No spot nor wrinkle on the soul remain. 
 
 He views his image now : the victory 's won ; 
 The last dark shadow from his child is drawn ; 
 The veil is rent away. Eternal grace ! 
 The soul beholds its Saviour face to face. 
 
 Is this Death's seal ? TV impression, oh, how fair ! 
 Look, what a radiant smile is playing there ! 
 That was the soul's farewell, — the sacred dust 
 Awaits the resurrection of the just. 
 
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 Call not the mourners when the Christian dies. 
 While angels shout him welcome to the skies ; 
 Mourn rather for the living dead on earth, 
 Who nothing care for his celestial birth. 
 
 Death to the bedside came his prey to hold, — 
 All he could touch was but the earthly mould ; 
 This to its native ashes men convey ; 
 The freed soul rises to eternal ds-y ! 
 
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 CHAPTER V. 
 
 The Powers, Duties, and Privileges of the Mothers 
 OF Mankind. — The Training of the Conscience tow- 
 ard God the First Duty, both for Parents and 
 the State, — All Laws against such Education are 
 Blasphemous. 
 
 TX /THEN we consider the qualities of charac- 
 ter requisite in heart and mind for the 
 successful instruction of children from infancy, — 
 the gentleness, tenderness, patience, forbearance, 
 sympathy, depth, and fervor of maternal love ; the 
 purity and delicacy of taste ; the wisdom of expe- 
 rience, and the worth of the habit of self-sacrifice ; 
 the sense of justice, truth, and impartiality; the 
 accuracy of observation and judgment in the early 
 development and treatment of character; we find 
 a multitude of elements, the possession and wise 
 exercise of which would be a perpetual source of 
 happiness, making the whole life of the little ones 
 an opening into Paradise. Nothing can be consid- 
 ered more delightful. 
 
 It was this that made such an existence, in the 
 merciful providence of God, a conscious joy, 
 almost as that of guardian angels. If we might 
 
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 conceive of a pure, deep fountain of living water 
 in the desert, every drop of which possessed a 
 self-consciousness of the happiness, the beauty, 
 and freshness of the life it was the means of 
 creating and sustaining, the verdure, the fragrance 
 of the flowers, and the refreshment and invigo- 
 rating influences upon the thirsty travellers, and 
 the gratitude of so many hearts lifted up to 
 God the Giver of all such good : — there could be 
 no extravagance in such a picture. It would be 
 something like a life portraiture of our Blessed 
 Lord's infancy and childhood, and of the perfect 
 blossoming traits of maternal wisdom, anxiety, 
 and love from the moment when, with wondering 
 ecstasy and gratitude, the happy mother saw her 
 infant in the arms of Simeon, and h? ard his words 
 of Inspiration and Prophecy in the Temple, and 
 thenceforward laid up all those words, and the 
 uttered thoughts of the child Jesus, in her 
 heart. 
 
 From Eve downward, such another mother 
 could never have been known on earth, nor any 
 one so happy in the exercise of all the maternal 
 perfections of wisdom, truth, and love. What a 
 blissful life those parents must have led almost 
 up to the day of the Crucifixion. The exercise of 
 such powers of beneficence might be as great in 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 95 
 
 their own happiness, as the fruits of such examples, 
 wftnessed in the lives of those around them. 
 
 We do not think enough of these lessons, nor 
 of their beauty and power, if all men were willing, 
 in training the whole human family in households 
 that might become, not poetical pictures merely, 
 but realizations, let down from Paradise, as ex- 
 amples for us to imitate, even outside of Eden. 
 For such might be still the blessedness on earth 
 of all the families of mankind ; foretastes of the 
 Christian Socialism inculcated in the rule of Love, 
 the bliss of that Heavenly world, where not only 
 God is Love, but they who dwell in Love dwell in 
 God and God in them, and their angels do always 
 behold the face of their Father who is in Heaven. 
 
 If these three gifts of the Divine glory in Christ, 
 Faith, Hope, Love, abide in us till we die, then 
 dying will be indeed but going home ; home to 
 our God and Saviour, and to all the dear ones, 
 that, as Christ's dear children, were so intimately 
 entwined in the purity of our dearest affections. 
 
 God be praised for the gracious beauty of the 
 example of such a life 1 There was nothing ever 
 formal or unnatural in any part of it, but all was 
 as artless and involuntary as the growth of the 
 lilies of the valley that our Blessed Lord taught 
 his own disciples, in their morning and evening 
 
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 walks with him, to admire and imitate. It was 
 very delightful to see how habitual was my dear 
 wife's desire to have all the members of her house- 
 hold partakers of the same enjoyment that she 
 herself found in contemplating the beauty of the 
 works as well as the Word of God ; illustrating 
 each province of light and glory in the Divine 
 Attributes. 
 
 In the same way she used to teach them the 
 love of sacred music and melodies and hymns, 
 and of interesting and instructive books of history 
 and biography ; endeavoring to warn them against 
 the examples and teachings of evil, to which they 
 might have been previously subjected. Some of 
 her dear friends feared that she was exerting 
 herself with too much time and labor in this way, 
 because it seemed so likely to be wasted. But 
 she saw and knew the benevolence and benefit of 
 such endeavors. And the circles of her servants, 
 under such discipline, might have been trusted as 
 affectionate friends, for she taught them almost 
 as if they were her own children. 
 
 It is under the light of such demonstrations 
 that we judge of the usefulness and beauty of the 
 life of such a woman as Mrs. Emily Gould, the 
 originator and protector, by her own piety through 
 the grace of God, of the school for the support 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 9/ 
 
 and education of thousands of destitute and 
 ignorant girls and boys growing up in such deplor- 
 able darkness and wretchedness in the streets of 
 Rome and other Italian cities. 
 
 How small in extent is the work of this kind 
 already accomplished, but how wonderfully open 
 and ready now are all the kingdoms of the world 
 to receive it and protect it ! When shall we enter 
 upon these triumphs of the Gospel? Never, till 
 the children of our schools are instructed in the 
 Word of God. And so only we shall have " do- 
 minion over the mighty." 
 
 How instructive and full of thought and beauty 
 is the title of MOTHERS IN ISRAEL ! given especial- 
 ly to those who were the examples of God's grace, 
 and of faithfulness to all his promises and com- 
 mands, in the teaching of their little ones. " Till 
 I, Deborah, arose, a Mother in Israel !" And the 
 supplications and anxieties of Manoah and his 
 wife in the Book of Judges, in regard to the educa- 
 tion of the promised deliverer, Samson, as the 
 champion and ruler of the oppressed Hebrews, 
 suffering so severely for their own sins ! Teach 
 us what we shall do with the child ! How shall 
 we order the child ? " How fulfil the intentions of 
 God in regard to him ?" " My heart," said Deb- 
 orah, "is toward the Governors of Israel! 
 
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 The Lord hath made me to have Dominion over 
 the Mighty !" 
 
 Coke on the Provinces of Law and Right some- 
 where has observed, " I see a disposition to per- 
 mit Legislators to pass whatever laws they please, 
 and then compel the'people to support them." Now 
 let men once be assured that such is the case, and 
 no power on earth can save us from ruin. Let 
 the men in power only feel assured that whatever 
 laws they pass there shall be a support of those 
 laws, and it is all that the most arrogant and de- 
 termined despotism needs. 
 
 If God's law is supreme for all individuals, so 
 likewise and equally for all communities. It is 
 impossible that there should have been one law 
 for the soul, through a conscience in all thoughts 
 and things towards God, and obedient to him, 
 and another for the Government chosen by a 
 community of souls, and governing not by the 
 will of God, but by their own will. If God is 
 not to govern, guide, and control the State and 
 the people, then the Government itself, and the 
 people appointing the Government, control God, 
 and are usurpers of God's authority; so that a 
 despotism by the Godless multitude must be the 
 result which would inevitably produce a hell on 
 earth. 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 99 
 
 And this perhaps is to be the ultimate conclu- 
 sion of the proud pretence of our socialistic right 
 to strike God and Christ and his Word out of our 
 political Constitution ; and this it may be is the 
 very Niagara, predicted by Carlyle, on the verge 
 of which we to-day are heedlessly plunging among 
 the rapids. There is room and time enough for 
 God to let the experiment be tried, and great 
 necessity for it, if the world is to go on for 365 
 thousand years at its present rate of impiety and 
 disobedience against God's authority. What can 
 the scoffers at God's Word, and those ministers 
 of the Gospel who would exclude its teachings by 
 law from our schools, be thinking of ? If this in- 
 fatuation be continued, there will remain nothing 
 but an increasing pei'dition for the nation of 
 skeptics. 
 
 The one extreme and all-ruling despotic tenet 
 in the system of Romanism is at this day, as in 
 Luther's and Latimer's day, the blasphemous as- 
 sertion of the power to forgive sins, as vested in 
 the Pope of Rome ; dismissing the conscience 
 from all fear of God, and holding every soul 
 amenable on earth only to the Pope, as declared 
 infallible, and to the Priests at the confessionai 
 responsible only to him. This is the greatest of 
 all possible blasphemies, even if there were only a 
 
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 million of souls on earth, held under the iron 
 scourge of such a superstition. Indeed, if an 
 island were at this day discovered, inhabited by- 
 one million governed by a savage despot, under 
 the claim of being God on earth, and holding the 
 keys of hell and Heaven, our missionary societies 
 would be bound to send instantly their most fer- 
 vent missionaries of the Gospel, with every possible 
 appliance that might be used, to draw the natives 
 away from such inevitable perdition. The master, 
 the keeper, the dispenser of such a power of ever- 
 lasting destruction, would be denounced with all 
 the flaming attributes of vengeance, and of fiery 
 judgment, ever threatened in the Scriptures against 
 such as work for the ruin of men's souls, making 
 the cross of Christ of none effect but for the ac- 
 complishment of such ruin. There would be no 
 hesitation, no palliation, in the endeavor to wake 
 up the conscience of mankind against such inex- 
 haustible wickedness and power of deception. 
 
 And whence is all this insensibility, this stupor 
 of neglect as to the claims of a whole generation 
 of immortal beings thrown upon our care ? The 
 guilt of such carelessness it is impossible to deny, 
 and the consequences of it are equally impossible 
 to be measured. 
 
 For public and personal security, the common 
 
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 conscience must be enlightened by education, and 
 to that end, it is the right and duty of the State 
 to see to it that the training of the conscience in 
 the common schools, as established by the State, 
 be provided for. This is not an establishment of 
 a State religion, but a provision against the over- 
 throw of the State by ignorance and irreligion ; a 
 provision for the freedom and universality of in- 
 struction in regard to the sanctions of religion; 
 the only safeguard of the vote, the only possibility 
 of preventing demoralizing suffrage from becom- 
 ing universal and demoralizing license ;. the only 
 possibility of preserving the State from destruc- 
 tion by the unenlightened and unrestrained pas- 
 sions of the people. The provisions for a religious 
 education of the people, and the prohibition of 
 any irreligious establishment, or any law respect- 
 ing an establishment of irreligion, rest ■on the 
 same foundation of the true and perfect freedom 
 of the Government, and the people, under a CON- 
 SCIENCE TOWARD GOD: the enlightenment and 
 right training of which is the very first and most 
 sacred obligation of mankind. If such obligation is 
 not admitted, every generation is advancing to its 
 own perdition. There is no more possibility of a 
 free and happy existence without God, and a 
 willing submission to his government, than there 
 
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 could have been in hell itself, under the wfath of 
 such a flaming conscience as was burning in the 
 bosom of Satan when he dared to say, Better to 
 reign in hell than serve in Heaven. 
 
 " Me miserable! Which way shall I fly 
 Infinite wrath and infinite despair ! 
 Which way I fly is hell ! Myself am hell ! 
 And in the lowest depth a lower deep 
 Still threatening to devour me, opens wide. 
 To which the hell I suffer seems a Heaven !" 
 
 Few things are more amazing than the madness 
 which seems to have fallen upon the American 
 mind of supposing that there ever can be a quiet 
 and well-ordered Government on earth of which 
 the foundations are not laid in the Word of God, 
 and in a conscience towards him, and a belief in 
 the Supremacy of the Lord Jesus Christ as the 
 " Blessed and only Potentate, the King of kings 
 and Lord of lords forever." 
 
 Does what is called Home Rule and Freedom 
 from restraint mean an Empire of millions of 
 mankind, constructed and built upon a combina- 
 tion of seventy persons, assuming and swearing 
 that the one person among them, chosen by all 
 their votes, is the only infallible personage in the 
 world, appointed by God as his infallible vicar 
 upon earth, and as such worthy to sit upon the 
 
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 papal throne, with power to forgive all men's 
 sins, with the delegated authority of Jesus Christ, 
 on the payment of a price in money to the Priest 
 appointed to give universal absolution and pardon 
 for every crime ? 
 
 Such are the doctrines of the confessional, as a 
 Priestal Receiver, sworn to secrecy, and bound by 
 solemn oaths of allegiance to the Pope, as the 
 infallible Vicar of Christ, for the care and teach- 
 ing of all men's consciences on earth. And this 
 is the most certain method of soul murder ever 
 contrived by the god of this world for the su- 
 premacy of his despotism. His encyclical letters 
 claim divine authority over all the governments 
 and nations upon earth, and over all schools for 
 the rising generations, to exclude the Bible from 
 the knowledge of the children, to compel the priests 
 to forbid them from ever reading it, or being 
 instructed in it, or taught by it the invitation of 
 the Lord Jesus to come unto him and be saved. 
 The Romish Priesthood, by the shutting out of 
 the light of Heaven and of Christ's mercy, are thus 
 constituted the keepers of the consciences of all 
 mankind, and can train the children as they please. 
 In our own country the teaching of the Gospel is 
 forbidden, and under such training it may become 
 as much a'te a man's life is worth to maintain and 
 
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 practise the freedom of the Gospel, even in his 
 own household. 
 
 For this is Anarchy, and nothing less, when 
 the community are being taught that the Pope 
 can forgive sin at his pleasure, and can save the 
 soul from Purgatory and from hell by payment 
 of a tax of pennies, as in the days of Luther, to 
 purchase what are called Masses for the soul. 
 And this is that blasphemous religion, " that Man 
 of Sin and Son of Perdition, opposing and exalt- 
 ing himself above all that is called God, or that is 
 worshipped, so that he, as God, sitteth in the 
 Temple of God, showing himself that he is God." 
 Now such an exclusion of the Gospel from the 
 education of our children may become the destruc- 
 tion of the souls of a whole generation. 
 
 For the leprosy of Romanism is both a pesti- 
 lence that walketh in darkness and a destruction 
 that wasteth at noonday : a palsying of the reason 
 and the conscience of mankind and a destruction 
 of the freedom of the human race. 
 
 Is there no need of an alarm sounded in 
 behalf of our children, especially when it is pro- 
 posed that the Church of the Roman Catholic 
 Despotism be affectionately embraced by the 
 Protestant churches themselves as being " the 
 Ancient Mother of us all " ? 
 
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 It is now the judgment of Solomon, in his 
 wisest eariiest period of God's training, that 
 is required against the Sword of the Harlot — 
 Give the living child to the loving and living 
 mother. She is the mother of the child. God's 
 own gift of maternal affection proves it. The 
 parents, in my kingdom, shall be governed by 
 God's Law of Love ! 
 
 What, it is asked, is " the American doc- 
 trine of Civil Government " ? The assumption 
 is, " that Civil Government should have nothing 
 to do with the work of administering, sustaining, 
 or teaching religion." And what is true religion but 
 that which is taught in the Gospels of Christ our 
 Saviour, especially and lovingly for the little ones ? 
 
 " We have in this country," it is affirmed, " a 
 system of secular governments estabhshed by the 
 authority of the people, for secular and not for 
 religious purposes;" for the men and not the 
 mothers. 
 
 " We have established an American doctrine on 
 the subject of religion, considered with reference 
 to the State ;" and " to carry out this doctrine 
 fully, the work will go steadily forward until the 
 last fragment of everything that partakes of the 
 nature of State religion shall wholly disappear 
 from our political and civil institutions." 
 
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 " The public school, like the State, should be 
 absolutely secular and not at all religious in its 
 purposes, and all practical questions involving this 
 principle should be settled in accordance there- 
 with." 
 
 This is the American doctrine, " without quali- 
 fication or reservation, as the logical result of the 
 argument." 
 
 " It excludes the Bible, and declines to inculcate 
 the religion which it teaches." It is the American 
 establishment, by State law, of No RELIGIOUS 
 TRUTH. And can this ever have been God's 
 foundation for mankind even for a single genera- 
 tion? 
 
 And now, can we ever afford to exclude the 
 knowledge of the Gospel of the Grace of God in 
 Christ from the whole range of the education of 
 our children? Will our Government, through 
 such wilful expulsion of Divine Truth, become at 
 length anything better than that of Sodom and 
 Gomorrah ? What are to be the consequences, 
 and whose the fault and the penalty, if the dread- 
 ful work of being left entirely to the government 
 of our own will comes down upon our own 
 offspring? Who can ever save us from the gov- 
 ernmental heritage which we shall have insured for 
 our posterity as a great and dreadful recompense. 
 
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 in kind, for our own disobedience, ingratitude, 
 and unbelief ? A generation of our own children 
 that have no belief in God as our Father ! 
 
 Surely nothing more than this would be nec- 
 essary for our destruction. For if God and his 
 laws be forgotten, denied and despised, there is 
 no possibility of mercy. It would be mercy to 
 remove such a generation from the earth as 
 speedily as possible. 
 
 God's Literature and Laws for our Education. 
 
 God has given to man a literature both of prose 
 and poetry sufficient for his education both for 
 Time and Eternity. God is Light, and in him is 
 no darkness at all. And God is Love, and he 
 that dwelleth in Love dwelleth in God and God 
 in him. Here are the fountains of man's being 
 and happiness, in mind and heart ; and both are 
 incarnated in Christ for our example and salva- 
 tion. 
 
 What are THE FOUNDATIONS OF MANY GEN- 
 ERATIONS ? 
 
 God himself answers for us this question. 
 
 " Thou shalt raise up the foundations of many 
 generations, and shalt be called the Restorer of 
 Paths to dwell in ; if thou call the Sabbath a de- 
 light, the Holy of the Lord, honorable ; and if 
 
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 thou turn away thy foot from doing thy pleasure 
 on my Holy Day : then will I cause thee to ride 
 upon the high places of the Earth ; for the 
 mouth of the Lord hath spoken it !" 
 
 It is no more necessary for religion to keep 
 aloof from politics than for a man to be a monk 
 in order to be a Christian. It was, and is always, 
 our duty to God and man to carry religion into 
 politics as plainly as into daily life. And above 
 all, if the question was. To obey God or man in 
 our national capacity, there could not be a doubt 
 as to God's supremacy or our duty. And it was 
 for the Church of Christ in such a case to have 
 maintained her Christian authority and power, 
 openly, absolutely, and to have applied the Divine 
 Law. 
 
 A more wonderful interposition of God has 
 never been known in the world than his compul- 
 sory supernatural destruction of our system of 
 slavery; not since God brought forth the He- 
 brews from Egypt. No part of this work of free- 
 dom was ours, but wholly and entirely God's, and 
 contrary to our own will. Instead of being united 
 under God's Law and Government, we were con- 
 secrated to a unity of oppression never to be 
 broken. 
 
 The Church of God, so called, was in its favor ; 
 
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 the State, business, society, prestige, wealth. Con- 
 stitution, law, custom, conscience, expediency — all 
 the forces that, without Christ, carry the modern 
 world were its support. Abolition was a leprosy. 
 To say a man was an abolitionist was enough to 
 ostracize him. Every radical began a speech by 
 saying, " I am no abolitionist ; I reject all idea 
 of interfering with the domestic divine Institutions 
 of the South. Let slavery alone where it is." 
 
 When Washington declared, that " of all the 
 dispositions and habits which lead to political 
 prosperity. Religion and Morality are indispensa- 
 ble supports," he added "that Reason and Ex- 
 perience both forbid us to expect that National 
 Morality can prevail in exclusion of Religious 
 Principle." The religion and religious principle 
 here referred to are the Christian Religion, and 
 none other ; the religion taught only in the 
 Christian Scriptures ; the religion commanded 
 by our Saviour to be taught to all the children in 
 the land, for their education, not for time and this 
 world merely, but for Eternity and Heaven. In 
 the schools of the whole nation, it is the right 
 and obligation of the people to have their chil- 
 dren taught the Word of God and the Gospel of 
 our Saviour. Any people who will permit their 
 government to trample upon this universal Chris- 
 
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 tian right of religious freedom, by excluding the 
 Bible and its teachings from the Public Schools, 
 will have ensured the destruction of the nation. 
 The government that will attempt to establish its 
 reign by enactments for producing a famine of 
 the Word of God, will speedily have only dead 
 skeletons to govern. 
 
 " Behold, the days come, saith the Lord God, 
 that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine 
 of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing of 
 the Word of the Lord. And they shall wander 
 from sea to sea, and from the north even to the 
 east, to seek the Word of the Lord, and shall not 
 find it. They shall fall, and never rise up again. 
 Though they bring up their children, yet will I 
 bereave them ; there shall not be one left. Ye 
 have forgotten the law of your God ; I also will 
 forget your children." If such terrible denuncia- 
 tions as these, contained in the prophets, Hosea, 
 Amos, Isaiah, Jeremiah, predicted in the laws of 
 God by Moses, have been fulfilled in the history 
 of the Jewish nation, how much more surely will 
 they be demonstrated in the case of a nation like 
 our own ! " How often would I have gathered 
 thy children together, even as a hen gathereth 
 her chickens under her wings, and ye would not ! 
 Behold, your house is left unto you, desolate !" 
 
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 The Mothers in Israel. 
 
 Thrice blessed Covenant of Christ's loving Word 1 
 Mothers in Israel ! 'Tis your right of birth. 
 The birthright given when Jesus breathed on earth ; 
 
 The birthright left when from the grave our Lord, 
 The Resurrection and the Life, arose. 
 The Life of Faith, the terror of his foes. 
 
 To you the glory of his Life is given, 
 To train a race of mortals up for Heaven ; 
 To do what potentates and princedoms fail. 
 As at the teachings of God's Word they rail ; 
 Affirm the Eternal Sovereign's right divine, 
 I only am your God ! All souls are mine. 
 
 Thus, O ye blessed Pilgrims, know your Friend, 
 The Way, the Truth, the Life, when, all unknown, 
 He sought you, taught you, claimed you, as his own ; 
 
 And having loved you, loves you to the end ! 
 Now from his Presence in the Mount go down, 
 No more the servants of men's praise or frown. 
 
 For the whole duty of your life shall be. 
 From every hindrance of his love set free. 
 To keep his latest blessing. Follow Me ! 
 To seek and find the lost, as He found thee ; 
 And set new stars in his immortal Crown ; 
 That so, Love's image might in Christ be known. 
 And its reflection of your Saviour shown. 
 
 For this, the Lord of Heaven became a child, 
 The first-born babe of Bethlehem's Mother mild : 
 If each beholding household would receive 
 
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 The supernatural charm, and by it live, 
 
 Its growing likeness God's own grace would keep, 
 
 In lines and colorings so divine and deep, — 
 
 Engraved by pencil of the Mother's faith. 
 
 In love divine, beyond the power of death, 
 
 That to the latest age none should erase 
 
 Such blessed testaments of Jesus' grace, 
 
 The dear handwriting of a Saviour's blood, 
 
 The Seal of Dying Love, to keep the soul for God! 
 
 Such wondrous privilege your Lord hath given. 
 To guard the spirits loaned you from above ; 
 To lead them daily in God's path of love ; 
 
 Making each hour of intercourse with Heaven, 
 A cloud of angels, at divine command. 
 Till thou with them in Christ's dear presence stand, 
 
 O what immortal bliss to parents given. 
 To train on earth their little ones for Heaven ! 
 And this God's covenant is, if thou but place 
 Before the infant mind, Christ's loving face ; 
 His everlasting grace, his dying love. 
 Shall be their new creation from above. 
 
 But O the grace ! when thou amazed, shalt see 
 This all transporting bliss ascribed to thee ! 
 Because on earth thou didst for them fulfil 
 The dying testament of Jesus' Will ; 
 The mother of thy Lord beholding there. 
 The sure fulfilment of old Simeon's prayer, 
 The dear reward of your maternal care, 
 Christ's precious lambs for glory to prepare, 
 And save whole generations from despair! 
 
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 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 The Examples of Niebuhr and Franklin, religiously 
 
 AND politically, FOR OUR OWN COUNTRY. — NATIONAL 
 
 Self-Government Impossible without the Christian 
 Religion and a Conscience towards God in the 
 Education of each Successive Generation. — All 
 True Freedom for the State dependent on such an 
 Education in Reliance upon God. — The Lessons from 
 History and Biography in every Age on this Sub- 
 ject. — The Danger of Ruin from Ignorance of the 
 Scriptures, and the consequent Habit of Scepticism 
 AND Unbelief from Childhood. 
 
 Oh, that we knew what gifts of grace are ours, 
 
 Endowed in time with such celestial powers I 
 
 The child may now be living that will see 
 
 Four hundred million souls enlightened, free. 
 
 To choose their pathway to eternity, 
 
 As thou mayst give the h'ght conferred on thee. 
 
 Oh, awful charge, on each successive race. 
 
 The heritage of heaven or hell to trace, 
 
 And read the testamental scroll made known. 
 
 With each result, before the eternal throne ! 
 
 One question asked. How didst thou treat the child ? 
 
 With worldly gifts and promises beguiled ? 
 
 Or by the Pilgrim's Heavenly Progress taught, 
 
 Each to the loving care of Jesus brought, 
 
 By the Great Shepherd of God's flock to be 
 
 Folded in glory through eternity ! 
 
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 What soul can stand the judgments of that day, 
 That never taught the child to praise or pray, 
 But left him wandering on the world's highway, 
 Sure from the path of life divine to stray ! 
 
 " I '^HE importance of a right education for our 
 -■- children is so infinite in extent and grandeur, 
 both for this world and the next, that there can 
 be no excuse for neglecting or excluding it from 
 the constant and careful consideration of every 
 member of the community. 
 
 We have some of the most instructive lessons 
 on this subject ever given in human society, by 
 the experience of such men as Franklin in Amer- 
 ica, Niebuhr in Germany, Coleridge and Words- 
 worth and De Quincey and Ruskin in England, 
 and by the whole history of the Reformation in the 
 Middle and Modern Ages of the World. Nothing 
 can be more conclusive and instructive than the 
 lessons given by such men as Pascal, Latimer, 
 Luther, Hooper, Butler, Baxter, Newton, Bunyan, 
 and every other lover of the Scriptures of God. 
 
 The habit of doubt from childhood is scrofu- 
 lous, poisonous ; and some of the noblest natures 
 in Germany and England have nearly perished 
 by it. It fills the whole spiritual system with 
 germs of deadly disease. We could multiply ex- 
 amples profoundly impressive and instructive, from 
 
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 before and after the revival of learning and the 
 Reformation. The most conclusive and satisfac- 
 tory of all instances is that of the profound arid 
 candid German scholar and statesman, Barthold 
 Niebuhr. His views of education, which he re- 
 garded as being valuable only so far as it is 
 the approximation to a true spiritual life, he 
 carried out in the careful training of his son 
 Marcus. 
 
 Lamenting his own tendency to scepticism, and 
 his want of a childlike faith in the Word of God, 
 Niebuhr records his determination that his be- 
 loved child Marcus shall be protected and pre- 
 served from such an evil, " by the fostering of the 
 habit of faith from early childhood, by the disci- 
 pline of faith in God and his Word as a FACULTY 
 OF MIND AND HEART, beginning in the ground- 
 work of the soul ; " even as the book of Eccle- 
 siastes affirms, that God hath set eternity in the 
 hearts of men from infancy. All other treatment 
 of the child's mind is only savage cruelty. But 
 the teaching of God's love, by the parent to the 
 child, becomes the sacred germ of a living faith 
 in the love of the Heavenly Father, that by the 
 fostering Divine Spirit shall be proof against all 
 infidelity. 
 
 " I am thinking a great deal about my son's 
 
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 education," says Niebuhr. " He shall believe in 
 the letter of the Old and New Testaments, and I 
 shall nurture in him from his infancy a firm faith 
 in all that I have lost, or feel uncertain about. 
 Oh, that such a faith may one day be my own 
 portion ! The principles of faith in God, which 
 have been early implanted and carefully watched 
 over, so as to gain even all the strength of preju- 
 dice, confer extraordinary powers both over the 
 world within and that without. He who begins 
 his course thus armed fights with a weapon which 
 is wanting to those around hiin. 
 
 "His heart," Niebuhr continues, "shall be raised 
 to God as soon as he is capable of a sentiment, 
 and his childish feelings shall be expressed in 
 prayers and hymns; such religious practices, so 
 despised and unused in our age, shall be a neces- 
 sity and a law to him. I wish, I strive, with all 
 my heart, that he may grow up with the most 
 absolute faith in RELIGION; that from his ear- 
 liest years the way may be prepared for the 
 union of faith and reason. . . . But there are men 
 who really imagine they possess religion, who 
 nevertheless know nothing of it." 
 
 We know this illustrious scholar as a man of 
 critical keenness and unrivalled sagacity of judg- 
 ment and reasoning; with the greatest sincerity 
 
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 in the pursuit of truth, and power in the detec- 
 tion of falsehood. For this very reason his tes- 
 timony, over against the public scorn of a re- 
 ligious faith by such teachers as Huxley and 
 Tyndall, is priceless and overwhelming. His bitter 
 sorrow and regret on account of his own want of 
 faith gives a melancholy weight to his parental 
 anxiety for the right guiding of his child's mind. 
 Beautifully illustrative is the remark of Ruskin, 
 that ■' childhood often holds a truth with its fee- 
 ble fingers, which the grasp of manhood cannot 
 retain, which it is the pride of utmost age to 
 recover.'' 
 
 To the example of this celebrated and learned 
 German historian, and hater of shams, we add 
 that of Franklin, the not less celebrated Ameri- 
 can philosopher and statesman. If the records 
 of all nations were ransacked, it would be impos- 
 sible to find instances of minds further removed 
 from any predisposition to credulity, or better 
 secured by mental habits and knowledge of man- 
 kind from the domination of imposture. The 
 legacies of belief which they have left for their 
 countrymen are possessions for mankind. 
 
 The conclusion in the mind of Niebuhr, noted 
 from his own letters in regard to his children, 
 was that they should be educated under the 
 
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 full power of the most sacred prepossessions of 
 divine truth. There should be formed in their 
 minds, so far as a careful education could do it, 
 an anchoring .steadfastness of assurance in God 
 and in Christ, and a power of religious faith and 
 reasoning, which he himself to his infinite sorrow 
 had lost, and feared he could never regain. They 
 should thus be kept from that shipwreck and de- 
 spair in which he had almost perished. 
 
 To the same conclusion Franklin had come, 
 poHtically, in regard to the nation. The people ' 
 of the United States should be educated under 
 the full power of the most sacred prepossessions. 
 They should believe in God, and in their respon- 
 sibility as a nation to him ; and in the wisdom of 
 their political Constitution, provided only that they 
 would permit themselves to be so guided by him 
 as to frame a righteous chart of government, un- 
 der his guidance, in answer to prayer. 
 
 The scene when Franklin addressed the assem- 
 bly of Congress in behalf of the wisdom, neces- 
 sity, and duty of a national acknowledgment of 
 their responsibility to God, and of daily prayers to 
 him for guidance, was in some respects more im- 
 pressive than anything else recorded in the annals 
 of history. Never did philosopher or statesman 
 utter the last public expression of his thoughts 
 
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 more impressively, or on a more important and 
 sublime occasion. 
 
 Through an active and observant life, from the 
 age of fifteen to that of eighty-four, Franklin's 
 mind travelled from the doctrine of necessity and 
 fate to that of God and prayer; the latter con- 
 viction having delivered him from the habit of 
 doubting Divine truth to that -of distrusting him- 
 self and rejecting human error. 
 
 Thus disposed, Franklin watched the delibera- 
 tions of the Congress for many weeks patiently 
 and calmly, taking as yet little part in them, ex- 
 cept in the application of his mind to the great 
 governmental problems that were laid before the 
 representatives to solve. And the greatest of them 
 was that presented by Franklin himself, — the ob- 
 ligation of a national religious faith in God, and 
 the duty of seeking him in supplication for his 
 divinely guiding Providence and Spirit. 
 
 This was Franklin's religious philosophy; and 
 he would have inspired the whole representative 
 Congress with it, if he could have done it. But 
 he could not breathe into those whom he ad- 
 dressed the fervor and sincerity of his own con- 
 victions. They regarded him with amazement, 
 and listened much as the Athenian senate of the 
 Areopagites listened to Paul. 
 
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 He had declared, several years previous to this 
 occasion : " I am too well acquainted with all the 
 springs and levers of our machine not to see that 
 our human means were unequal to our under- 
 taking ; and that if it had not been for the justice 
 of our cause, and the consequent interposition of 
 Providence, in which we had faith, we must have 
 been ruined. If I had ever before been an atheist, 
 I should now have been convinced of the being 
 and government of a Deity ! It is He who abases 
 the proud, and favors the humble." 
 
 Franklin's motion in the Federal Convention, 
 for opening their deliberations with prayer, was 
 introduced after four or five weeks spent in con- 
 fusion of counsels, without progress, without unity, 
 but with perplexed and opposing interests and 
 schemes. It seemed as if only an interposition 
 of Divine grace could inspire the members with 
 patriotic confidence and wisdom. 
 
 " In this situation of this Assembly," said Frank- 
 lin, "groping as it were in the dark to find political 
 truth, and scarce able to distinguish it when pre- 
 sented to us, how has. it happened that we have 
 not hitherto once thought of humbly applying 
 to the Father of Lights to illuminate our under- 
 standings? In the beginning of the contest with 
 Great Britain, when we were sensible of danger, 
 
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 we had daily prayers in this room for the Divine 
 protection. Our prayers were heard, and they 
 were graciously answered. All of us who were 
 engaged in the struggle must have observed fre- 
 quent instances of a superintending Providence 
 in our favor. To that kind Providence we owe 
 this happy opportunity of consulting in peace on 
 the means of establishing our future national feli- 
 city. And have we now forgotten that powerful 
 Friend? Or do we imagine we no longer need 
 his assistance? I have lived a long time; and 
 the longer I live, the more convincing proofs I 
 see of this truth, that God governs in the affairs 
 of men. And if a sparrow cannot fall to the 
 ground without his notice, is it probable that an 
 empire can rise without his aid? 
 
 " We have been assured in the sacred writings 
 that, ' except the Lord build the house, they labor 
 in vain that build it.' 
 
 " I firmly believe this ; and I believe also that 
 without his concurring aid we shall succeed in 
 this political building no better than the builders 
 of Babel; we shall be divided by our little, partial, 
 local ailments ; our prophets will be confounded, 
 and we shall become a reproach and a byword 
 down to future ages. 
 
 "And what is worse, mankind may hereafter, 
 
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 from this unfortunate instance, despair of estab- 
 lishing government by human wisdom, and leave 
 it to chance, war, and conquest. I therefore beg 
 leave to move that hereafter prayers, imploring 
 the assistance of Heaven and its blessing on our 
 deliberations, be held in this Assembly every 
 morning before we proceed to business, and that 
 one or more of the clergy of this city be requested 
 to officiate in that service." 
 
 The only notice by Dr. Franklin of the negative 
 result of his motion was that of simple astonish- 
 ment, thus: "The Convention, except three or 
 four persons, THOUGHT PRAYERS UNNECESSARY ! " 
 What the Congress of the nation had refused to 
 God, they would not yield at the petition of their 
 foremost legislator. 
 
 We have just now passed the centennial anni- 
 versary of the adoption of the Constitution with- 
 out prayer ; and in less than another century four 
 hundred millions of immortal beings will be un- 
 der its rule, if it please God to spare such a 
 people as a nation. 
 
 Are we fit for the government of a single genera- 
 tion of immortal beings, if we deliberately reject 
 God's divine law and providential lessons? We may 
 well read and apply the poet Wordsworth's sonnet 
 on the obligations of civil to religious liberty : — 
 
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 "What came from Heaven, to Heaven by nature clings; 
 And if dissevered thence, its course is short." 
 
 It is a great gain when, in aid of our own in- 
 vestigations, we can bring to the illustration of the 
 Scriptures not merely the notes and discoveries 
 of profound theological inquirers, such as Hooker, 
 Butler, Howe, Edwards, Chalmers, but also the 
 example, experience, and conclusions of such men 
 as Niebuhr and Franklin. So the witnesses and 
 vouchers for God's Word, and the providential 
 demonstrations of its truth, are multiplying, as. by 
 compound interest, through every age; 
 
 The difficulty of self-government has in every 
 age been "admitted. It is the climax of all virtue. 
 The subduing of our own will to God's will is 
 perfection. It' is never gained but. by divine 
 grace. Self-governrnent is the submission of all 
 things to God ;' obedience in' all things to his lov- 
 ing will, as made known to us in his Wotd, and 
 in the example of Christ; — the life and rule of 
 the Son of God Incarnate. j 
 
 But if so difficult, so impossible, for a man 
 without the grace of God, how much more diffi- 
 cult and impossible for, a nation ! There fiever 
 was, never will be, never can be, a nation self 
 governed, without the enthronement and acknowl- 
 edgment of God's will and word as the supreme 
 
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 rule and guide of the State conscience ; in the use 
 of all its just powers as a conscience towards God, 
 not man, for the highest good of the whole people. 
 
 Governments derive their just powers, under 
 God the Creator, through the consent of the peo- 
 ple ; as being themselves governed supremely by 
 Him and for Him. But the governed are rational 
 beings, accountable to God for all their privileges, 
 rights, and powers, and for all the uses they make 
 of them. 
 
 The governed are, first of all, in consenting to 
 the formation and support of their own govern- 
 ment, responsible to God for every article in its 
 Constitution, and bound to act in all things from 
 a conscience towards God, for the good of all 
 their fellow-creatures. Can a nation ever govern 
 righteously without the same individual and united 
 regard to God's will, — a will which begins with 
 the divine eternal affirmation. All SOULS ARE 
 MINE? "Will a man rob God? Yet ye have 
 robbed me, even this whole nation. From the 
 children have ye taken away my glory forever. 
 My God will cast them away, because they did 
 not hearken unto him ; and they shall be wander- 
 ers among the nations." Compare the Prophets 
 Hosea, Micah, Malachi. 
 
F4ITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 125 
 
 THE CHILD THE FATHER OF THE MAN. 
 
 The child the father of the man ? 
 
 Oh, who can such a riddle scan ? 
 Mysterious law ' Creation's plan ! 
 
 Unquestioned truth, from age to age, 
 Writ down in every human page. 
 
 For generations yet unknown 
 To watch the seeds for harvest sown : 
 
 Life's autumn from the spring foreshown, — 
 The law, the will, the work, OUR own! 
 
 The child the father of the man ? 
 
 Then let the parents teach their child, 
 By Truth redeemed, not lies beguiled. 
 
 From earliest cradle, all they can 
 To make the hero in the man! 
 
 The Babe the Model of the Man ? 
 Oh, dread creative power bestowed ! 
 
 Commissioned by the Will of God! 
 Amazing Gift! Mysterious plan! 
 
 To send the Parent's image down, 
 
 The law of an unchanging soul! 
 The life it never can disown. 
 
 Nor alienate the dread control; 
 Hereditary good or ilf, 
 
 From youth to age, the seed its kind. 
 So sure its product to fulfil. 
 
 The sight, the sense, the thought, the mind! 
 Prophetic to the latest hour, 
 
 Of the first kiss, or curse, or frown. 
 The ruling fate, the primal dower! — 
 
 Oh, knew we its resistless power! 
 
 Such as I am, such thou shalt be. 
 
 For good or ill, forever known. 
 Thy self-responsive progeny ! 
 
 Thyself forever on the throne. 
 
126 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 Thy mantle on thine offspring thrown; 
 
 Thy primal ruling impulse there, 
 Perhaps of faith, perhaps despair! 
 
 Nay ! if the youth, so bright and dear, 
 
 Taught at God's mercy-seat in prayer, 
 To rest on Jesus' promise there, 
 
 A child of Grace, thy rich reward I 
 Oh blissful Crown ! Such Gift from God ! 
 
 The purchase of a Saviour's blood, 
 His meek and lowly image shown, 
 
 The Sacred Covenant of the Eternal Word ; 
 God's never-ceasing Love and Mercy known I 
 
 So shall each generation bear 
 
 The fruits of thine example, where 
 The seeds, thus sown in earliest years, 
 
 Reveal in Heaven's unbounded spheres 
 The glorious, blissful Harvest Home, 
 
 The reaper's work with prayers and tears : 
 The dew of Christ's Eteirhal youth. 
 
 Jewels of everlasting Truth, 
 Diadems for thine offspring there. 
 
 Stars through Eternity to shine. 
 Children of light, by grace divine. 
 
 The fruits of faith, hope, love, and prayer! 
 
 Oh that such grace were understood; 
 
 All nations with its bliss imbued ! — 
 The high, the -low, the rough, the rude; 
 
 And earth no more a solitude : 
 Where Guilt, and Hate, and Death intrude. 
 
 To raise the vile and curse the good! 
 
 Oh that we had Ithuriel's spear. 
 To touch the Serpent's malice here, 
 
 And, as a flash of lightning, show 
 His mansion in the Hell below. 
 
 His Empire there in guilt and woe! 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 1 27 
 
 But God forever hath in view 
 
 That which is holy, just, and true. 
 Justice and Mercy here combine; 
 
 And such God's rule, All souls are Mine! 
 If ye but keep this law divine, 
 
 In new creative power to shine, • 
 Its holy grace is given for you. 
 
 All generations to renew. 
 And all earth's governments refine: 
 
 The signet-seal, the blossoming rod, 
 The law of grace descending down. 
 
 The covenant of a Father's word. 
 Ye and your children born of god! 
 
 Oh if the State Christ's sceptred image bore, 
 
 Obedient to the glory of his power, 
 The radiant dewdrops of celestial Truth 
 
 Would sparkle in the blossoms of our youth; 
 Our frames would be, as Christ's own flesh and blood, 
 
 The shining Temples of the Eternal God! 
 
 So on we pass, attended, as we go. 
 
 With radiant proofs of Mercy from above; 
 The signs morft visible we could hardly know. 
 
 Of dear parental tenderness and love. 
 Not even in sweetest dreams more clearly given. 
 
 Though brought by choirs of angels down from Heaven, 
 Descending and ascending in our sight, 
 
 Making more beautiful than Morn, Midnight; — 
 A manifested stair-way for our Faith, 
 
 To show a careless world the Escape from Death! 
 Oh blessed guardians from the paths of sin, 
 
 God's pardoning Love, an Endless Life to win!! 
 
 Oh from the carelessness that brings despair. 
 
 From unbelief, and over-anxious care. 
 Keep us, dear Lord, in penitential Prayer, 
 
 Safe at Thy Mercy-Seat, and happy there! 
 
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 { CHAPTER VII. 
 
 The Preparation for our Conflict. — Occasional Letters 
 FROM Messrs. Corliss and Waters, and from Mrs. 
 Cheever to Mr. Washburn and others. — Memorials of 
 Mr. Waters' American Consulship with the Sultan of 
 Zanzibar. 
 
 1\ /T Y labors in preparing the volume of demon- 
 strations from the Hebrew and Greek Scrip- 
 tures against slavery were for a time exhausting and 
 confining, especially as we were compelled to pro- 
 vide beforehand for the expenses and circulation 
 of the book by subscription for copies. We were 
 also driven to the necessity of going without a 
 publisher, no one being willing to undertake it. 
 This made its circulation comparatively limited ; 
 but we were thankful for having been permitted to 
 bring out before the community from the Word 
 of God itself the grounds on which the churches of 
 Christ and the Government and whole people of 
 the United States, as of the world, were bound to 
 make war against slavery, to abolish it by law, in 
 obedience to God's law ; and if battles and pro- 
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 for years, and never cease until the millions of 
 the slaves were free. 
 
 We could not then have dreamed that the time 
 would come when a succession of victories on the 
 part of the Southern rebel slave confederacy would 
 enable an eminent English statesman to congratu- 
 late his countrymen on the supposed certainty that 
 President Jefferson Davis had made a new nation 
 in America. But the British people would by no 
 means applaud such a sentiment, — on the contrary 
 abhorred it. My own lectures and appeals to Scrip- 
 ture against it were everywhere successful. Pro- 
 testations were sent up to Parliament from various 
 towns and associations in Scotland and England 
 against any sanctioning whatever of the new slave- 
 holding republic. 
 
 Outside the church and the perils of all this war- 
 fare, we enjoyed the unwavering friendship and sup- 
 port of some of the dearest and most affectionate 
 and long-tried friends and fellow-pilgrims ever 
 granted in the Valley of Humiliation amidst the 
 conflicts with Apollyon. An example may be 
 noted in the communion as of a youthful and 
 ardent Hopeful, the memory of whom 15 that of 
 one of my earliest supporters, through that tempest 
 caused by the temperance and other conflicts in 
 Salem. It was that of Richard Palmer Waters, for 
 
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 a number of years American Consul in Zanzibar, 
 where the character he maintained so early and 
 faithfully was respected and admired by the Sultan 
 and the ruling politicians. I quote from one of his 
 letters, written soon after his return from that 
 sojourn in the East. It is dated Cherry Hill, Jan. 
 2, 1852. 
 
 My dear Dr. Cheever, — A happy New Year to 
 you and Mrs. Cheever ! This morning I sent to Boston 
 the bag of Mocha coffee directed to you, 21 East Fif- 
 teenth Street, per Adams and Company's Express. In 
 due time I trust it will come safely to hand, and that you 
 will have the pleasure of drinking it whenever you like. 
 I sent you on Wednesday the Salem " Freeman," con- 
 taining a notice of your lecture in Danvers. It was 
 written by one of the independent tanners in Danvers, 
 who is accustomed to write a notice every week of each 
 lecture. 
 
 So you will see, by this notice of your lecture, what one 
 of the honest people thinks of you. I am not acquainted 
 with the man ; but I was so pleased with his notice that I 
 sent him a copy of your book on the Pilgrim Fathers as 
 a New Year's present. Don't forget to send me the 
 " Independent " of this week. If you will pay for it in 
 advance, I will settle with you when I come to New York, 
 as I have settled the bill for your boots, and then we will 
 square accounts. So much for business. 
 
 Your flying visit was a very pleasant one for us. The 
 Danvers people were greatly interested in your sermons. 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. I3I 
 
 and I do hope and pray that great good may result frorn 
 them. Hon. Mr. Proctor, the lawyer, says he never 
 remembers hearing a sermon which interested him so 
 much as your afternoon discourse. How I should re- 
 joice to have it prove a savor of life to him ! The Lord 
 grant it may be so ! 
 
 Always affectionately and faithfully yours, 
 
 Richard P. Waters. 
 
 From the letters, continued through many years 
 of this correspondence, it would be instructive and 
 deeply interesting to note the progress of our 
 efforts in behalf of the slaves, and the violence of 
 the opposition maintained against us. I quote 
 from a letter of much later date, reverting to our 
 mutual labors. 
 
 My dear Doctor, — Your more than welcome letter, 
 together with Mrs. Cheever's, came to hand day before 
 yesterday morning. I was more than glad to again hear 
 from you both, and to learn you are so happy in your 
 quiet rural home at Englewood. I cannot express my 
 most grateful appreciation of your renewed invitation to 
 make you a visit. Oh, how happy I would be to again 
 meet you, and to spend a few days in sweet converse, 
 " from grave to gay, from lively to severe," as the poet 
 Pope has it ! . And what a wonderful amount of precious 
 memories, of departed joys, of conflicts and experiences, 
 we would be likely to rehearse, and recall the wonderful 
 mercies with which infinite goodness has crowned our 
 hves. Now all this would" be unspeakably delightful and 
 
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 profitable, yet somewhat shaded by the remembrances of 
 loved ones gone before us to their eternal rest. But there 
 — not to weary you with this long preamble — comes 
 the parting. Now I am impressed with the thought it 
 would be our last parting, and I am now, in my old age, 
 so saddened in spirit with last farewells, so susceptible to 
 uncontrollable emotion on such occasions, that I am 
 obliged to deny myself the pleasure of visiting friends 
 where I am impressed with the feeling that at our parting 
 it will be, probably, a final adieu for the short remnant of 
 life. Notwithstanding, I am much inclined to make the 
 attempt, especially if my friend Whittier could be induced 
 to accompany me. I will see him within a few days and 
 present Mrs. Cheever's kind invitation. He removed into 
 this neighborhood (only two miles' distance from Cherry 
 Hill) three years since, and is often at my house and I at 
 his. He does not enjoy very good health, and is obliged 
 to be very careful of himself. He is a good, humble 
 Christian man, often speaks of you and of your noble 
 service in the cause of freedom to the poor slave. 
 
 Next week — old election week — is our Anniversary 
 week in Boston, and I hope to pass a day or two in 
 attendance at the various meetings. My interest in all 
 the benevolent movements of the day is, I trust, undi- 
 minished ; and while I cannot give to these objects as 
 freely as I once did, yet I love them, and the Christians 
 whom I meet at these gatherings. 
 
 We older members of these various societies will soon 
 all be gathered with our fathers, when we will recount the 
 goodness of God in permitting us to have any part in 
 the upbuilding of his cause on earth. 
 
PAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. I33 
 
 Make my kindest love to Mrs. Cheever, and I shall 
 hope to write her soon. 
 
 Yours most affectionately, 
 
 Richard P. Waters. 
 
 The next letter is from an equally dear friend, — 
 an example of the interest and anxiety felt far 
 and wide, and expressed in so many tributes of 
 affection, and of prayerful sympathy, continued 
 through years of conflict and discouragement. 
 
 Letter from Dr. Hiram Corliss (the Father of the Emi- 
 nent Engineer of the same name), Feb. 23, 1859. 
 
 Mrs. G. B. Cheever. 
 
 Dear Sister in the Lord, — I shall always remember 
 my visits at your house. Your kindness in urging me to 
 take an additional coat that bitter cold night I was last at 
 your domicile I appreciated very fully before I arrived 
 at my lodgings. I was most happy at that social gath- 
 ering at Mrs. Story's. I wrote your good husband a long 
 letter, — so long, I fear he will never desire another. I 
 now address myself to you, as he must be very much 
 engaged in discussing the slave trade. Don't let him be 
 diverted by me in the least. He has the great bull of 
 slavery by the horns. God grant him strength according 
 to his day ; for he is in the world's amphitheatre, and 
 in the midst of all kinds of beasts and reptiles, from the 
 bishop down to the lowest layman, from the President 
 down to the United States Marshal, — and he, when chas- 
 ing a fugitive, must be the lowest of the low. If George 
 
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 B. Cheever fails, who can stand ? I see your husband is 
 to be at Albany and in the Assembly Chamber. Be 
 pleased, dear Sister, to write me, that I may come down 
 and hear him. Let me know where he will put up, that 
 I may call upon him. I am posting up Gerrit Smith in 
 regard to the Church of the Puritans. He feels right; 
 the Lord make him feel right into his pocket ! I told our 
 church in conference-meeting of G. B. Cheever, — that 
 he needed their sympathies and their prayers. In my 
 description of his person, I said he appeared as meek as 
 Moses, was nearly as wise as Solomon, and as bold as a 
 lion, and that I believed he would sooner go to the stake 
 and be burned to death than prove false to his principles- 
 Give my highest regards to your dear spouse, and my 
 respects to any inquiring friends, and believe me 
 Your affectionate brother in Jesus Christ, 
 
 Hiram Corliss. 
 
 Letter from Mrs. A to Dr. Cheever, 1858, on the 
 
 Right of the Bible in our Public Schools. 
 
 My dear Pastor, — Have you an extra copy of the 
 "Times," containing your sermon on the Bible in 
 Schools ? Mrs. Roberts wants one to send to Mr. Clarke 
 at Washington. He heard the sermon, and it made a 
 great impression upon him. He is about to make a 
 speech on some subject ; and for some reason which I 
 do not exactly understand it is deemed desirable, either 
 by himself or some one else, that he should have a copy 
 of your sermon. 
 
 I wish I could tell you how much my heart is with you 
 in all your trials. I sympathize with you so fully in the 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. I3S 
 
 stand you have taken, and the sacrifices you have made 
 for a despised truth, that I have gone down into 
 the depths with you, and borne my share of distress at 
 the painful spectacle of truth fallen in the streets. I am 
 as thoroughly persuaded that you have done right as I 
 should be if the multitudes in our guilty city were crying 
 Hosanna. 
 
 I believe Christ was as truly divine when the multitudes 
 cried "Crucify him!" as when they said, "Hosanna to 
 the son of David ! " and paid him divine honors. The 
 great work you have done for Christ, in bringing his 
 blessed Word out of captivity and freeing it from the 
 dreadful reproach of justifying slavery, is a work which 
 will last, whatever else may be burned ; and you may rest 
 assured no man can take your crown. May the truth 
 which you have so often dispensed acceptably and prof- 
 itably to others, sustain you and bring you off conqueror, 
 is the prayer of, M. A. 
 
 Extract of Letter from Mrs. Cheever to Mary, a Roman 
 Catholic. 
 
 Now, Mary, don't think from our conversation yester- 
 day that I wanted to convert you to Protestantism. I 
 have no desire to proselyte, but in love to win souls to 
 Christ, the Living Head, and the only life of our souls. 
 All true behevers in Christ are the true Church, to what- 
 ever denomination they belong, and he is head over all 
 things, and knows who belong to him. I thank God we 
 have his Word to guide us ; and in it he says, " Come 
 unto me, and him that cometh unto me, I will in no 
 
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 wise cast out." He does not say go to any other crea- 
 ture, man or woman, or any ceremony or church, for 
 salvation, but to Him, with the humble, contrite prayer, 
 " God be merciful to me a sinner." " Lord, make me 
 clean, give me a new heart, and renew a right spirit 
 within me.'' Christ is the only Mediator between God 
 and man ; and oh, Mary, what a privilege that we can go to 
 the dear loving Saviour direct, without money and without 
 price ! It is wicked presumption in any living man to 
 pretend to the power of forgiving sin, when only God can 
 do it ; and we must trust in God alone. He is an all- 
 sufificient Saviour for all mankind, and what he requires of 
 us is heart-worship, — to love and pray to him in sincerity 
 and in truth. He will accept none other form of worship, 
 for he looks only on the heart. All forms, fastings, and 
 ceremonies are nothing, and less than nothing, without it, 
 for he looks only on the hearts of all true worshippers. 
 May God illumine all our hearts by his Holy Spirit, and 
 prepare us for that long eternity to which we are all fast 
 hastening, and for happiness in those blessed mansions 
 which he has prepared for all who love and trust him. 
 Remember me to your daughter and sons. Wishing for 
 them all God's protecting care and love, I am, as ever. 
 Your well-wisher and friend, 
 
 E. H. C. 
 
 Letter from Mrs. Cheever to a very dear early 
 
 School Friend. 
 My dear Anna, — I was delighted to receive your kind, 
 pleasant letter, and the book, so full of the pleasant mem- 
 ories of nursery days, which quite interested and amused 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 137 
 
 me. But my remembrance of your charming home only 
 dates from our school-days and those enchanting juvenile 
 parties. Oh, how well I remember those happy, bygone 
 days, and the many beautiful girls of our circle, and your 
 dear self, the loveliest of them all ! Your sweet face and 
 winning, affectionate manner are deeply engraven on my 
 memory, which I could never forget. 
 
 Do you remember Cousin Ann ? I have just received 
 a letter from her, and wish I could read it to you. She is 
 about eighty years old, yet still writes with vigor and all 
 the playfulness of youth, and her letters are charming. 
 She is most happy in her daughters, and they are all 
 devotion to her. She makes her home with. Mary now, 
 the Countess de Waldersee, though she is often with 
 Josephine at Stuttgard. Count de Waldersee holds a 
 high position at Berlin, being General-in-chief of all the 
 German Army, in the place of Count Von Moltke, who on 
 account of old age resigned his command. The Count 
 and Mary are great favorites with the Emperor and the 
 royal family, and have received many honors and atten- 
 tions from them. 
 
 Cousin Ann and her . daughters are lovely Christian 
 characters, and their influence is felt and admired. 
 
 Your fondly attached friend, E. H. C. 
 
 To Mr. Washburn from Mrs. Cheever. 
 
 How very kind and thoughtful of you, my very dear 
 Mr. Washburn, to think of us in the midst of your pain 
 and suffering, and to send us some of your nice black tea ! 
 Really I was quite overpowered, and hardly know how to 
 express our thanks. We shall much enjoy it, and bless 
 
138 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 you for it. I am so glad to hear that you continue to 
 improve, and hope, by the blessing of God, you may be 
 spared to us yet a little longer. How very good and 
 merciful your Heavenly Father has been to you, dear 
 Mr. Washburn ! And I cannot tell you what a privilege 
 we have felt it was to gather with your dear loving ones 
 around your sick-bed, and witness the all-compassionate 
 love of the precious Saviour toward you. Yes, indeed 
 his everlasting arms were beneath you, tenderly and 
 kindly supporting you ! I was much impressed by the 
 many sweet promises to them who put thenr trust in him, 
 and particularly the one, " He that considereth the poor, 
 God will make all his bed in sickness," and I felt it was 
 truly verified in you. Oh, is it not worth the sacrifice of 
 a few years, at least, of ease and enjoyment here, to be so 
 comforted and sustained in the hour of trial and at the 
 approach of death? May the many prayers for your 
 recovery be heard and answered, and you, dear Mr. 
 Washburn, be enabled by the Divine help to carry out 
 and complete your many benevolent schemes for the glory 
 of God and the good of man. We hope soon to hear 
 that you have risen from your bed and are relieved from 
 suffering. But whatever is God's will, and under all cir- 
 cumstances and trials, may \)as peace of God possess your 
 soul, and keep your heart and mind in Christ Jesus. My 
 dear husband joins with me in all good wishes and love, 
 and will soon write you. Give much love to your dear 
 wife and sister, Mrs. Warren. I hope she is with you 
 still, for she is a sweet, cheerful companion, and it must 
 do you good to have her about you ; and dear Mrs. Rice, 
 too, — please sa.Y to her that we called yesterday on her 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 139 
 
 daughter and had a charming visit. She inquired witn 
 much interest and affection for you. Remember me very 
 kindly to Miss Sampson ; I hope her strength will be 
 equal to her day. Much love to all, and believe me, 
 dear Mr. Washburn, 
 
 Your fondly attached friend and sympathizer, 
 
 E. H. C. 
 
 Letter from Mrs. Cheever to Mrs. Washburn. 
 
 My dear Elizabeth, — Here I am entirely alone, the 
 Doctor having left me for the city, to remain over the 
 Sabbath. I generally accompany him, but to-day being 
 stormy I have concluded to remain at home, and so 
 improve the opportunity of sending you my greetings 
 for this new year before January is quite ended. I 
 wish you and all dear to you every blessing and happi- 
 ness, and your household too. We have all entered 
 upon it with countless mercies. I certainly have much 
 cause for gratitude for my many blessings and my 
 beautiful, comfortable home. I only hope, as I wrote 
 my dear aunt a few days since, that I may not cleave 
 so fondly to it here as to forget that this cannot always 
 be my rest and portion. We are more and more in 
 love with Englewood, and could not now be induced to 
 return to city life. Every day brings fresh pleasures 
 and enjoyment in Winter, as well as in Summer. No • 
 thing can exceed the beauty of a Winter landscape, or 
 nothing lovelier than our woodland yesterday, covered 
 with frost and ice. Every twig and bough, in the glit- 
 tering rays of the sunbeams, was one mass of starry 
 
140 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 crystals, and, at sunset particularly, like so many spar- 
 kling gems. What beauty and wonders in the frost 
 kingdom ! how it impresses us with the perfect wisdom, 
 power, and glory of the Great Creator ! Who could be 
 a sceptic amid such wonders? The Winter, thus far, 
 has been a season of real enjoyment to us, and full of 
 life and beauty. The rising sun, which I now en- 
 deavor to see, and the reflection of the setting sun, and 
 the mellow, soft light of the moon, on the stainless 
 snow, are exquisitely beautiful, and beyond all power 
 of expression. But as beautiful as Winter is, I am in 
 ecstasies at the thought of enjoying the freshness of 
 early Spring, in the country. To see the tender grass, 
 leaves and shrubs put forth, and hear the sweet song- 
 sters, makes my heart overflow with delight at the very 
 thought. We spent a fortiiight at Christmas with my 
 sister at her charming rural home, and greatly enjoyed 
 it. My pet niece, Mrs. G. , with her beautiful baby-boy, 
 was there ; she now resides with her mother, and is a 
 great comfort to her. The darlirig boy is about twenty 
 months old, and his little gladsome ways and cunning 
 tricks make him the idol and joy of the household. I 
 could not bear to leave him, but his mother has prom- 
 ised to send him to see us. 
 
 To Mrs. Cheever from Mr. Waters. 
 
 Your very kind note of September 22d found me 
 quite ill, so I felt I must give up my intended trip to the 
 meeting of the American Board, at Syracuse — and thus 
 closed up my fond and long-anticipated hope of visiting 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. I41 
 
 you, either going or returning ; but I am just as grateful 
 to you and the Doctor, for your very cordial invitations, 
 as though I had been permitted to once more see you 
 and hold sweet converse on memories of the past. As 
 I pen these lines, I am impressed with the thought that 
 nearly all those friends with whom Dr. C. and myself 
 acted, in the early struggles, in behalf of the poor slave, 
 have gone the way whence they will not return. My 
 friend Whittier and myself spend hours in talking over 
 these memories; and every few weeks our number is 
 lessened by the departure of one and another, in a good 
 old age, to their rest. I was at the Missionary Rooms 
 in Boston a few days since, and found them much 
 engrossed in preparations for the interior Mission to 
 Africa. I have travelled on both sides of the African 
 Continent, and feel a special interest in the new Mission. 
 I do hope to visit you again, but can't say the precise 
 time. Yet it makes me feel happier to think I shall 
 see you and the Doctor once more. Oh, how much I 
 would have to say, and so would you and the Doctor ! 
 May the Lord direct and guide us in all our ways, and 
 then we will go aright. Give my kindest love to the 
 Doctor. I yet hope and pray to see him again ; but if 
 Providence directs otherwise, we will, through the infi- 
 nite grace and mercy of our Blessed Redeemer, hope to 
 meet on the heavenly hills, and spend a blessed eternity 
 in His worship and service who loved us and gave 
 Himself for us. I am always happy to receive a line 
 from you or the Doctor. I will remind friend Whittier 
 about your poem. He has been quite feeble all Sum- 
 
142 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 mer, and recently lost a very dear friend, which he feels 
 very much. 
 
 Most affectionately yours, 
 
 Richard P. Waters. 
 
 The reading of this letter brings to mind a 
 thousand memories of the admirable character 
 and dear friendship of the writer, continued unin- 
 terruptedly through so many years. He was one 
 of the heartiest, noblest, most faithful, and un- 
 changing friends ever met with. His useful and 
 successful period in office in Zanzibar, his un- 
 sullied example as a devout Christian there, his 
 faithful keeping of the Sabbath, his abhorrence of 
 slavery, his freedom of conversation with the 
 Sultan, whose admiring remembrance of his in- 
 tegrity and generosity was kept up for years after 
 the period of his Consulship had ceased, can 
 never be forgotten. He was an example for 
 praise, honor, and imitation among all the for- 
 eigners whose business or official responsibilities 
 had brought them in connection with the Sultan 
 and his Court. His intelligence, hospitality, 
 courtesy, kindness, and uninterrupted pleasantry 
 and cheerfulness were quite unexampled. He 
 had withal such a fund of gayety and laughing 
 good-humor and sweetness of temper, and be- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 143 
 
 nevolence and generosity of nature, and such un- 
 failing energy and boldness on the right side 
 against every instance of oppression ; such an ab- 
 horrence of intemperance and slavery, such hos- 
 pitality and nobleness of character, whether at 
 home or abroad, that his friendship was a gift 
 inestimable. We always used to call him by his 
 Indian name, with which our enjoyment of his 
 gayety and uninterrupted friendship had baptized 
 him, among ourselves, — MINNEHAHA ! the laugh- 
 ing Waters, from Longfellow's beautiful poem. 
 
 He was an early and whole-hearted helper in 
 every good undertaking, an earnest lover of truth, 
 justice, and freedom. His abhorrence of slavery 
 was grounded in Christian principles, with an 
 indomitable hatred of cruelty and oppression, 
 which was open and transparent everywhere. 
 He carried the freedom, simplicity, and artlessness 
 of uncorrupted youth into the dignity, integrity, 
 and firmness of manhood. He might have been 
 taken to sit for the likeness of Faithful's charac- 
 ter, portrayed for our admiration in Bunyan's 
 Pilgrim's Progress, or perhaps a combination por- 
 traiture of the qualities of Faithful and Hopeful, 
 in one personification. 
 
 It was a remarkable providence that notwith- 
 standing his Anti-slavery principles, so well 
 
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 known, he should have been appointed Consul of 
 the United States at Zanzibar, with a commission 
 signed by General Jackson, which is said to have 
 been the first official commission that was ever 
 issued to that Government for an American or 
 any other Consul. For several years his Consul- 
 ate was the only foreign Consulship at Zanzibar. 
 
 He became a great favorite with the Sultan, 
 and carried on extensive business transactions 
 with him^ enjoying the friendship and entire con- 
 fidence of His Highness. 
 
 His strict, religious observance of the Sabbath 
 was an admirable example in a Mohammedan 
 country, such indeed as had never been known 
 before ; and being accompanied with such integ- 
 rity, energy, and familiar executive command of 
 all business during the week, with such generosity 
 and pleasantry, it made an impression not to be 
 disregarded or forgotten. 
 
 His qualities of social, familiar, and generous 
 hospitality, with his genial, happy disposition, 
 made his companionship everywhere attractive. 
 He had always the just and right side on every 
 question of conscience and obedience to God ; 
 and his abhorrence of any governmental, irrelig- 
 ious oppression or interference was earnest and 
 unceasing. His opinions, once seriously formed, 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 14S 
 
 were unchangeable ; so that every one knew on 
 which side he was to be found, and how impossi- 
 ble it would have been to break down his resolu- 
 tions, or diminish his unflinching courage in main- 
 taining them. A few such men, with an unswerv- 
 ing reliance upon God and obedience to His 
 Word, might constitute the foundations of an 
 empire of truth, freedom, magnanimity, compas- 
 sion, and refuge for the outcast and oppressed, 
 and protection of the divine inheritance and 
 rights of the children in every generation, through 
 their uninterrupted parental and school instruc- 
 tion in the Scriptures. Such men are treasures 
 in time of fear, treachery, unbelief, avarice, and 
 selfishness. They are named by the Prophet 
 Ezekiel God's GAPMEN, " to make up the hedge, 
 and stand in the battle in the day of the Lord." 
 
CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 Exclusion of the Bible from our Public Schools, but 
 State Legislation for the Free Manufacture and 
 Sale of Ardent Spirits, and of Drunkards.— Passing 
 OUR Children by Law through the Fire to Moloch. 
 — Violation of Christ's Commands for the Instruc- 
 tion of Our Little Ones, and the Consequences of 
 such Violation. — Prepossessions by Law with Habits 
 of Drunkenness. — Dr. McLeod on the Sacredness 
 and Power of a Parental. Prayerful Education. — 
 Anecdotes of Milly and Fanny, the Truly Angelic 
 Prattlers in our Household. — Letter of Mrs. Hen- 
 rietta C. Buck. 
 
 " CUFFERthe little children to come unto Me, 
 and forbid them not, for of such is the King- 
 dom of Heaven." The little children ! And 
 now, if they are deliberately denied this freedom, 
 this privilege covenanted for them by our Saviour, 
 what "is to become of us if we as a government 
 and people refuse to comply with this command- 
 ment ? Did the Lord God of the Hebrews, and 
 of all the families of mankind, ever say, " Let 
 my laws be taught to the grown people of the 
 State, but never in their schools to the children. 
 Their offspring shall not be educated from their 
 infancy in the reading and knowledge of the 
 Scriptures" ? But this is just what we are doing 
 when we permit our legislators to say that neither 
 
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 the attributes nor laws of the Ahnighty, nor the 
 promises of love and mercy through our Lord 
 Jesus Christ, shall be brought to the kfiowledge 
 of the children ! And thus we submit to an 
 oppressive estabHshment of irreligious teaching, 
 from which our New England ancestors fled to 
 the wilderness, for Freedom for ourselves and our 
 children, to worship God ! 
 
 Here we are, with these two iniquities in our 
 National and State legislation, at one and the 
 same time securing the generation of drunkards 
 by the manufacture of Ardent Spirits, and for- 
 bidding the instruction and education of our 
 children in religion by excluding the Bible from 
 our Common Schools, and preventing the Gospel 
 of Christ, and the way of Salvation through 
 Him, from being even mentioned in the school- 
 books ! The manufacture of infidelity, atheism 
 and drunkenness goes hand in hand by our legis- 
 lation ; God our Lawgiver, and Christ Jesus our 
 Redeemer, being excluded from a Nation whose 
 Declaration of Independence declared that all 
 our rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of hap- 
 piness depended upon the Great Governor of Na- 
 tions, to whom we appealed for the security of 
 such blessings, for ourselves and our posterity ! 
 
 What is to become of us, if a single gene- 
 ration be constituted, prepossessed and moulded 
 in the models of such legislation ? In the schools 
 
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 of modern European infidelity there are nat- 
 ures so permeated and impregnated with the 
 habits of scepticism, by turning the truth itself 
 into ridicule and doubt, that they invite the 
 fiery darts of the Wicked One, and become 
 responsive to their lurid magnetism with such 
 swift intensity that their whole infected reason 
 flashes into flame; having grown, as was once 
 described of the ground in the interior of Aus- 
 tralia, " almost a molten surface, so that, if a 
 match accidentally fell upon it, it immediately 
 ignited." So the heart of infidelity kindles the 
 match, and from the fall of Adam down to our 
 day some men are even beforehand with Satan 
 in this work of conflagration, making others "two- 
 fold more the children of Hell than themselves." 
 
 This is just what we are endeavoring to do with 
 the present generation. We are as truly passing 
 our children through the fire to Moloch as ever 
 were the forewarned families of the Hebrews 
 under the reigns of Ahab and Manasseh. And 
 God left them to their own punishment in their 
 own way. And what should prevent Him from 
 executing the same dreadful justice upon us? 
 
 Mr. Evans, an eminent Senator in the State of 
 Maine, some years ago delivered a speech, in 
 which he declared that the power of the Word of 
 God in the education of children in the knowledge 
 of the Gospel in the Public Schools had nearly 
 
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 emptied the prisons, by so reducing crime that 
 the dearth of criminals to possess the cells was so 
 great that the buildings had to be turned over to 
 the local authorities, to be occupied for schools 
 and preaching places. The Book of the Word 
 of God, instead of penal institutes, instead of the 
 sword, had done all this. The first government 
 in the world that shall adopt the Gospel of Christ 
 as its sanction and its force " will ride on the 
 high places of the earth." God, and His laws of 
 Love in Christ, as the obligation upon every 
 citizen, shall yet be the ground and inspiring 
 genius of all law. "The mercy of the Lord is 
 from everlasting to everlasting upon them that 
 fear Him, and His righteousness UNTO CHIL- 
 DREN'S CHILDREN, to such as keep His covenant, 
 and to those that remember His commandments 
 to do them." 
 
 Both the parents and the government were 
 appointed to teach all the children upon earth 
 God's holy laws. If they refuse this, and for- 
 bid the teaching of His Word to their children 
 from generation to generation. He will punish 
 them accordingly, giving them over to their own 
 chosen destruction, of their own children, by 
 their own cruelty and wickedness. In keeping 
 back the Word of God and the knowledge of 
 Christ and His Gospel from them, they volun- 
 tarily destroy both themselves and their offspring. 
 
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 " Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy 
 laden. Take My yoke upon you, and learn of 
 Me." Every faithful, prayerful Christian parent ' 
 is thus in fact one of our Blessed Lord's most 
 merciful missionaries for mankind. Fathers and 
 mothers, united in obedience to Christ's com- 
 mand, " bring all your little ones to me" — are the 
 most useful and most blissfully happy of all God's 
 faithful ministers on earth. The simplest work 
 of teaching children concerning Christ their Sav- 
 iour, and setting the example of obedience and 
 love to Him, is the most exquisite prepossession 
 of the soul, with the very Spirit of our Divine 
 Redeemer, making us all hereditary children, 
 generation after generation, of " the Riches of the 
 glory of Christ's own inheritance in the Saints." 
 The effect of prejudice and doubt upon our 
 first ideas of truth, that were intended and de- 
 posited to germinate by a childlike faith into the 
 certainty of a progressive life, may be illustrated 
 by that of varnish on an egg. Eggs varnished 
 cannot be hatched. The mother-hen might 
 brood upon them with all the requisite constancy, 
 but the embryo will not germinate into life with 
 the external varnish on the shell. The air can- 
 not pass through that envelope, and so there is 
 no life, but death, after a little while of doubting. 
 And such are the workings of prejudice and 
 doubt upon the germs of truth, even in minds 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 151 
 
 by nature the most active. The more precious 
 and costly the life, the more destructive and 
 diabolical the process of its suffocation, and the 
 more incessant will be the watchfulness of a true 
 spiritual husbandman against it. A breed of 
 Shanghai fowls would be protected carefully 
 from such experiments. Are the minds of our 
 children of such physiological toughness that 
 they relieve us of such care ? Catch a philoso- 
 pher varnishing the eggs under your barn-door 
 fowls, and there is not a farmer but would turn 
 him over to the police, even though he bore the 
 name of Stuart Mill or Herbert Spencer. Our 
 Common Schools cannot be submitted to such 
 regulators — such a discipline for addling the eggs. 
 
 AND A LITTLE CHILD SHALL LEAD THEM! 
 
 Shall lead them to Jesus ! O wonderful word, 
 
 By the Spirit of Prophecy uttered and heard, 
 
 From the Womb of the Morning the Dew of Christ's Youth, 
 
 Drops down on the earth, with the rainbows of Truth, 
 
 And the germs of Eternity's blissfulness given, 
 
 Each reaper's reward for the labors of Heaven. 
 
 A little child, God's glorious Hosts shall lead, 
 
 A little child each Victory precede ; 
 
 The meek and lowly shall inspire the strong 
 
 And fill the Universe with one sweet song — 
 
 The song of Moses and the Bleeding Lamb ; 
 
 Eternal glory of the great I AM ! 
 
 Humility, the dearest grace in Heaven ; 
 
 Self-sacrifice, the costliest offering given ; 
 
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 The Son of God upon the Cross denied, 
 Terrific scene of human guilt and pride, 
 That yet could never God's dear mercy hide, 
 But make the sinner in His»Iove confide ; 
 A broken, contrite heart, his faithful guide ! 
 
 And so, a little child shall lead the world, 
 
 That otherwise by Satan had been whirled ; 
 
 And so) dear Lord, thy loved ones shall obey 
 
 Thy sweet command for every soul astray. 
 
 To bring them back where Thou hast taught the glory, 
 
 For Jesus to repeat Redemption's story ! 
 
 Yes, each seraph we'll entreat. 
 Meeting them at the Mercy Seat, 
 With all the Cherubim we find 
 Girded with a grateful mind. 
 That they may our song of glory. 
 
 By the Lord of glory given. 
 In each starry world repeat. 
 
 And unlock the gates of Heaven 
 For the Penitent's retreat, 
 At the Saviour's loving call. 
 From the misery of the fall. 
 
 To the bliss of sins forgiven. 
 And the Crown of Glory worn 
 By the wretched and forlorn. 
 In the Paradise above. 
 Gift of Jesus' dying love ! 
 
 Yes, a little child shall lead them ! 
 Oh the joy such grace to win I 
 In a world so full of sin ! 
 Keep, O keep us, gracious Saviour ! 
 
 Pure amidst a world of guilt ! 
 
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 Let it be our sweet endeavor, 
 
 By Thy blood on Calvary spilt, 
 The heaven of gratitude to win, 
 
 That we may obtain Thy favor, 
 And hear Thy welcome words, " Come in." 
 
 Thus assured to dwell forever, 
 In Thy presence white as snow. 
 From this guilty world to go. 
 Thou wilt give us grace and glory. 
 
 Such resemblance to complete. 
 That we may, as new-born lilies. 
 
 Such as Jesus loved to meet. 
 Breathing incense at His feet; — 
 
 With such wondrous rapture greet 
 Every Angel choir we meet. 
 That they shall anew repeat 
 
 The blissful song in Bethlehem given, 
 
 For the endless joy of Heaven. 
 In the Covenant of Redemption, 
 
 By the Hebrew Prophets taught, 
 By the Lamb's most precious blood. 
 Atonement through the Son of God ; 
 For the parents and their children. 
 In each rising generation. 
 
 Where the streams of Life are flowing. 
 And the trees with fruits are growing. 
 
 And the lilies blooming where 
 Martyrs and Apostles trod. 
 Hearing their Incarnate God, 
 Teach the dear lessons of His Word 
 Dropt from His lips with grace so sweet. 
 For listening angels to repeat 
 And cast their crowns at Jesus' feet ! 
 
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 Oh, miracles of Grace Incarnate ! 
 
 Wonders of Eternal bliss ! 
 By each little child repeated, 
 
 Cradled with the Saviour's kiss. 
 From Earth's sorrows all transported. 
 To the Heaven of God's own peace. 
 By the grace of Christ's provision. 
 Through each praying Mother's Faith, 
 
 Conquering even unto death ! 
 
 Oh the sweetness of such glory ! 
 
 Oh the glory of .such bliss ! 
 Gethsemane and Calvary's story. 
 
 The mystery of Godliness ! 
 
 Look up, thou trembling Little Faith, 
 
 Nor ever more despair ! 
 Look up ! the bow is round the cloud. 
 
 How beautiful ! how fair ! 
 Thy loving Lord's o'ershadowing wings 
 
 Are shining on thee there ; 
 And far above these fearful storms. 
 
 There shall be brighter skies ; 
 Beyond this sin-defiled world, 
 
 The stars of mercy rise ! 
 Then wait, my soul, upon the Lord, 
 
 And He will shelter thee ; 
 His bow above the stormy cloud. 
 
 Who trusts His Word shall see ; 
 The thunders may be long and loud, 
 
 The rain a deluge be. 
 Yet boundless springs of life and love. 
 
 They shall create for thee. 
 
 Thou art still covered with the wings 
 Of His surprising grace. 
 
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 Though for a day thou mayst not see 
 
 The shinings of His face ; — 
 Beyond our melancholy years 
 
 God's stars of mercy rise, 
 His angels wait upon our State, 
 
 Our guardians for the skies ; 
 Needing Almighty Grace to bear 
 
 Such infinite surprise ; 
 The little ones of Jesus' love. 
 
 More precious in their eyes. 
 Than God's creation e'er beheld 
 
 In their first Paradise ! 
 
 The mummified carcasses of the old crocodile- 
 worshippers on the borders of the Nile make 
 light and fuel for modern Mohammedans. The 
 admission of paganism makes sunlight for advanc- 
 ing Deism, without need of a Saviour. Peor and 
 Baalim forsake their antique shrines and place 
 themselves, as living Caryatides, under the throne 
 of the Vatican. Now every prepossession by 
 such falsehood and blindness in education is 
 prophetic of inevitable guilt and misery. Ashes 
 of thought may be good for guano, but must 
 depend on what was the material burned. Goal 
 ashes are fit only for roadways or mudholes. 
 All the life of Truth burned out, what remains 
 is impossible to be rekindled. The saying of a 
 poet has been admired, that even in our ashes 
 live their wonted fires. But how so? Nothing 
 but clinkers and cinders of thought remain. 
 Some kinds of coal make them rapidly, and 
 
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 they stick so fast to the furnace that they can- 
 not be cleaned away. Like an old well, the 
 cement in which the stones are laid becomes 
 stronger than the stones themselves; and it is 
 easier to break away the stones than the preju- 
 dices in the work of a boy's education. 
 
 Vile examples are the most powerful of all pre- 
 possessions. Hence the necessity of preposses- 
 sions grounded in Truth and Love, the very cement 
 of Heaven. But wrong prepossessions, by false- 
 hoods — an education built up and cemented by 
 lying, — how infinitely terrible! Prevention is 
 better than cure, and prepossession is preposi- 
 tion, and if held as firmly as taken, secures the 
 Victory. Preposition is power; and preposses- 
 sion in a right way, by the elements of truth, 
 is not only nine-tenths of the law, but, in Divine 
 love, is the whole law. 
 
 Let any man take a comprehensive diction- 
 ary of any language, the English especially, 
 with the references and illustrative quotations) 
 and- he fan read no more solemn and profoundly 
 instructive pages, even in the most sacred moral- 
 ists, than he can in tracing the words com- 
 pounded with the governing particles pre and 
 pro ; from pre-accusation (the very first com- 
 pound noun occurring in this form, and for the 
 consciousness of guilt how significant!) down 
 through pre-admonition, precaution, preception, 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 1 57 
 
 predilection, pre-disposition, pre-emption, pre- 
 judication, and so on, to the last of the alphabet, 
 presentiment, presumption, pretension, preven- 
 tion, prevision. Forewarned, forearmed. " Pre- 
 venient grace descending," builds lighthouses in 
 our very language for us, foreseeing, foretelling 
 our dangers, our refuges, the reefs, the shoals, the 
 harbors. 
 
 Agree with thine adversary while thou art 
 in the way with him. Prepossession waits on 
 preposition; the last is first, the first follows and 
 holds. So it is with right principles, taking the 
 highest positions and confirmed by habits. In 
 our war of Independence,. Ticonderoga was forti- 
 fied by the Americans. They had prepossession. 
 But to have secured that, to have held it against 
 the enemy, there should have been preposition, 
 higher up, not only of that fort, but of every other 
 higher eminence from which an enemy, having 
 prepossessed that height, could overlook, over- 
 shoot, and dispossess the other. And so the 
 native-born patriots had to move out. .It is a 
 warning lesson for a right education, a right be- 
 ginning, a granite foundation. 
 
 How impossible, except by God's merciful 
 providence and grace, for us to reverse an evil 
 habit when it has become a second nature, a des- 
 potism within and without. It is like those fear- 
 ful Venetian prisons, so contrived as to close 
 
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 gradually and imperceptibly around and upon the 
 helpless condemned victims, day by day, closer 
 and closer, till they are crushed to death. But 
 the prisons of a sinful nature, growing from with- 
 in, seem enchanted ground, so terrible is the de- 
 lusion of sin, the vision of a liberty, large, wide, 
 confident, pleasurable, over which one can roam 
 at will and sin on at pleasure without danger. 
 
 But at length the horizon seems to be contract- 
 ing, every day growing narrower, and after a 
 while the airy walls are found to be a solid mate- 
 rial fabric, gradually closing upon you. At first 
 they were far off ; now they are coming nearer ; 
 at length, a few steps on either side, and you can 
 touch them. Some one seems to be turning the 
 screws. A voice is heard outside : Thine own 
 doings have beset thee roundabout ! Thou hast 
 destroyed thyself. The Vice upon thee is within 
 thee. 
 
 As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he. Our 
 daily thoughts, emotions, actions, words, are sent 
 from us as from a station on telegraphic wires, 
 playing into eternity. Then the recording angel 
 writes them down, and they are eternal characters, 
 and, if we die in them, everlasting, with their con- 
 sequences. " Some men's sins are open before- 
 hand, going before to judgment : and some they 
 follow after," and the prison door is shut. 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 159 
 
 The germ of Universal Sin, 
 
 The cobra serpent of the Fall, 
 The prepossession held within, 
 
 Against the voice of Mercy's call ! 
 
 Oh, wake, thou sleeper, and arise 
 
 Amidst the congregated dead; 
 And Christ, who calls thee from the skies, 
 
 His robe of Light will o'er thee spread. 
 
 Cry out with Bartimaeus blind: 
 
 O Son of David from on high. 
 Dispel the darkness of the mind 
 
 And save me as thou passest by. 
 
 Lord ! That I might receive ray sight. 
 
 Thy face of mercy to behold. 
 And from the radiance of such light 
 
 Follow the shepherd of the fold. 
 Forth from the gloomy shroud of Night 
 
 His loving kindness to unfold 
 And through all worlds with glory bright. 
 
 Sing forth his name on harps of gold. 
 
 Lift up your heads, ye glorious gates, 
 
 Behold the King of glory waits; 
 Lift up your heads with crowns of gold, 
 
 The Incarnate God of love behold. 
 The Conqueror of Hell and Sin, 
 
 And let the King of Glory in! 
 
 Get a new master, be a new man ! But even 
 new cloth put upon the old torn garment only 
 makes the rent worse. The belief in conditional 
 immortality is an example. Let us eat and drink, 
 for to-morrow we die ! Such is the corner-stone 
 
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 of ordinary humanity. You are mortal. We 
 know that, and we live accordingly, determined 
 to get all the enjoyment we can out of our present 
 existence. We cannot live for another life. It 
 is impossible to live higher than we know. Now 
 then, unless God has revealed our immortality, 
 there is no possibility of living for anything but 
 this life only. There is no such thing as what is 
 called a soul, and therefore no need of caring 
 for it. 
 
 But here Christ Himself puts in a corner- 
 stone for our Eternal Education : " For what 
 shall a man give in exchange for his soul ? Thou 
 Fool ! This night thy soul shall be required of 
 thee, and then, whose shall those things be which 
 thou hast provided ?" A Godly Home Education, 
 Dr. McLeod of Scotland once wrote in his diary, 
 " is one that trains up the child, by the earthly 
 father to the Heavenly. But if a parent would 
 ever be as God to his child, he himself must first 
 be as a child to his God. And what a father on 
 earth wishes his child to be towards himself, that 
 God wishes the parent to be towards Himself," his 
 Father in Heaven. He writes, " I followed out 
 and carried through a theory of education, founded 
 on God's teaching in the Bible, in the Pentateuch 
 especially, which was to be read each year, to the 
 young as well as old. An education such as this 
 would be based upon, and saturated with, Chris- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. l6l 
 
 tian principle." " For a time I must be to my lit- 
 tle girl as God. I shall have the blessedness of 
 first telling her of Him, who, I trust, shall be her 
 All in All forever after. For a time I must be to 
 her as God." 
 
 ALL SOULS ARE MINE. 
 
 Lord, teach thine earliest law of Love, • 
 And give the grace to keep that law, 
 
 By which regenerate Worlds shall move. 
 Each rising family to draw. 
 In childlike confidence and awe. 
 
 Within their Shepherd's Fold on earth. 
 Arrayed in Jesus' loving care, 
 
 The home of each dear infant's birth. 
 Protected from each deadly snare, — 
 Christ's soldiers, his dear Cross to bear ! 
 
 His cherubim shall spread their wings 
 Above the much-loved mercy-seat ; 
 
 There, where divine compassion springs. 
 For every pilgrim's safe retreat, 
 The world's dark ways beneath their feet, 
 
 Jesus, our all! we meet thee there. 
 And pour our penitential prayer ; 
 We know Thou wilt not cease to bless 
 The contrite hearts that seek thy grace, 
 And the dear lighteniugs of thy face. 
 
 Thy life poured out for ours we see. 
 Upon the Cross on Calvary. 
 Oh, let us rest upon such love. 
 Like him who said " Remember me," 
 Then rose to Paradise with thee ! 
 
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 Amazing mystery of grace! 
 
 How blest for all who seek thy face. 
 
 And from its shining glory learn, 
 
 In faith and hope and love and prayer, 
 
 To find thee always waiting there. 
 
 Pleading the fulness of thy plea, 
 In thine eternal majesty. 
 To reconcile each race to thee, — 
 " Bring all your little ones to me, 
 Their bliss and yours eternally." 
 
 Oh the beauty, the sacredness, the power of a 
 true parental, prayerful education ! the rever- 
 ence, the love, the tenderness and sweetness of 
 earliest associations, begun and continued with 
 the prayer of faith at the foot of the Cross! 
 What a heaven on earth, in its earliest elements, 
 God hath mercifully interwoven, from the cradle 
 of the infant upward, if but that one command of 
 our Blessed Lord is faithfully obeyed, " Suffer 
 the little ones to come unto me, and forbid them 
 not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven." And 
 how shall they come, except they be brought and 
 taught by parental affection ? And when that, 
 which is God's own inspiration in the soul, is 
 obeyed, every promised element of blessedness 
 and glory shall follow. " The riches of the glory of 
 Christ's inheritance in the saints" begin there — 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 163 
 
 begin and are continued in the teachings of His 
 Love and the guidance of his Holy Spirit. 
 
 Dear, precious, trustful, truthful, simple-hearted, 
 loving little Milly! What an embodiment of a 
 Seraph on earth the dear child seemed to be ! 
 And of such is the Kingdom of Heaven. In such 
 a world as this, little children are a wonder, for 
 the simplicity and truth of their religious percep- 
 tions and sensibilities. They know, as it were, in- 
 stinctively and as unerringly as a rose-bud open- 
 ing to the light and air, what they can trust, 
 and whom they ought to love, and why. Their 
 early consciences are a wondrous barometer of 
 what is right and wrong, when their religious 
 education in its simplest principles has not 
 been neglected. Little Fanny was full of humor 
 and merriment, fond of playful tricks and puzzles, 
 and loved a joke with a spice of satire in it. 
 Little Milly was as a child-angel. Where did 
 she acquire that early experience of right and 
 wrong? that tender, delicate, sensitive impression 
 of good and evil in the thoughts and affections, 
 and even of the sinfulness and danger of envy 
 and pride ; — where, but from the mysterious, 
 intuitive power of some sweet examples, with 
 sacred lessons and influences begun in infancy, 
 and taught perhaps by the very thoughts and im- 
 
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 pressions suggested in the loving maternal coun- 
 tenances of those watching over her ? 
 
 Dear little innocent prattler ! One Sabbath 
 morning, getting ready for the Sabbath-school, 
 her sister Fanny, admiring the beautiful flowers 
 on Milly's new bonnet, said to her, half in play, 
 half in earnest, " O Milly ! Milly ! what do you 
 think dear Aunty will say when she sees you so 
 fond of your gay bonnet ?" 
 
 " Oh," said Milly, " I know what dear Aunty will 
 say. She will tell you if Milly is only a good 
 little girl, no matter for her beautiful bonnet! 
 Aunty will not be troubled at all." 
 
 Milly was, in her artless, sweet simplicity, as an 
 infant cherub, like a field violet just opening into 
 life and beauty, and so full of tender religious 
 sensibility and thoughtfulness, so unconscious, so 
 native, that she seemed almost to have been born 
 a seraph, so loving, so happy, so holy. Her life 
 was very brief, but, oh, how radiant, how lovely ! 
 The freedom of the dear child's heart from the 
 desire or pride of admiration might well be the 
 work of the early sanctifying grace of God. 
 
 This incident recalls to mind the promise con- 
 nected with our Lord's Kingdom on earth, 
 " From the womb of the morning thou hast the 
 dew of thy youth." Our Lord's own Holy Na- 
 
PAITH, ttOPE, AND LOVE. 165 
 
 tivity and education were the result of the ful- 
 filment of the One Hundred and Tenth Psalm, 
 as an example of the riches and beauty of the 
 Kingdom of Divine Glory thenceforth to be es- 
 tablished upon earth ; what was to be the hope 
 of his calling and what the riches of the glory of 
 his inheritance in the Saints, and what the exceed- 
 ing greatness of his power realized in the regen- 
 eration and Resurrection of Saints in light. 
 
 The better impulses, by God designed, 
 
 Become the seeds of character refined. 
 
 Rocked in the earliest cradle of the mind ; 
 
 Roots of pure habits in the soil entwined, 
 
 To bear in ripest age the fruits of grace. 
 
 Reflections from their guardian angel's face ! 
 
 Dear reminiscences of Jesus' Love, 
 
 As in the Ark the white wings of the Dove, 
 
 A resting-place to seek earth's waves above. 
 
 Dews of Christ's youth, in earliest morning sought. 
 
 Are fruits divine of all celestial thought, 
 
 Through Faith and Love transfiguring the mind, ' 
 
 Because parental. hearts were thus inclined ; 
 
 And sought occasions daily to diffuse 
 
 The lights from heaven o'er their infantile views. 
 
 O sacred trust ! from Jesus given to Man ! 
 
 The Babe's Salvation, God's parental plan ! 
 
 The joy, the glory of Christ's Harvest Home, 
 
 For countless millions in the Heaven to come. 
 
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 It was to this lovely angel of our household 
 that our very dear friend Mrs. Henrietta C. 
 Buck referred in her affectionate note, saying, 
 "Although I know that your house is a house of 
 mourning and sorrow, yet if it is perfectly agree- 
 able and convenient to grant our request for the 
 evening of Sabbath, 15th instant, it will be a most 
 grateful gift. 
 
 " Dear Mrs. Cheever, it has been with heart- 
 felt sympathy that I have thought of you the last 
 few days, watching that little sufferer whilst she 
 was going down the valley of the shadow of death. 
 I have twice been called to that bitter pang of 
 parting with such dear little treasures, and I know 
 how agonizing is the bereavement ! But I know 
 also what a source of consolation there is in 
 thinking, " I have a child in Heaven," The tender 
 plant is npw safe and sheltered from all the storm 
 of this life. May God comfort you all and cause 
 this affliction to prove in the end a precious 
 blessing ! With much love and sympathy, 
 
 Yours truly, 
 
 H. C. B. 
 
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 YE MUCH-LOVED LITTLE ONES, COME ALL TO ME ! 
 
 O God! support my faltering grace! 
 Still keep me in the heavenly race ! 
 With Faith and Hope and Love to trace 
 The shinings of my Saviour's face ! 
 
 For Thou alone, dear Lord, canst keep 
 Me in the fold of Thy dear sheep! 
 Alas, so easily astray 
 If tempted in the World's Highway, 
 As truants from my Lord to play! 
 
 Keep me! Oh, keep me. Blessed Lord! 
 
 Till, in the freedom of Thy Word, 
 
 The Prisoner of Hope, I be 
 
 Secured eternally by Thee; 
 
 From sin and death forever free, 
 
 Inhabiting Eternity! 
 The golden picture of your Heavenly Home, 
 Dear child, is sweet, wherever you may roam! 
 Happy you are, if in life's early morning 
 You have enjoyed, through Love's Maternal Warning, 
 A heavenly shield from sin's destructive snares. 
 By virtue of your Saviour's loving prayers : 
 His Cross, His Crown, your infinite delight ; 
 The sunset glow, your cradle hymn at night. 
 Each early morning's radiance, how bright ! 
 
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 Each evening "s constellations clear forewarning 
 The glories of the Resurrection Morning. 
 
 For in God's mercy, even so, 
 
 Your peaceful nightly slumbering visions show. 
 
 By watchful radiant trains of angels round. 
 
 Whose songs the children of God's love are keeping. 
 
 How precious in His sight your lives are found. 
 
 By files of seraphs guarding you while sleeping. 
 
 For so, " He giveth His beloved sleep;" 
 Who day by day His blissful precepts keep, 
 Till they in Paradise God's harvests reap; 
 Where grief nor fear shall evermore be known. 
 But full redemption from the world's complaints; 
 With riches of the heritage of saints, 
 And memories of such wondrous liberty. 
 From guilt and misery forever free! 
 
 Ye much-loved little ones, come all to me! 
 For I your endless happiness shall be; 
 In every world you shall my glory see. 
 And know the bliss of grateful love to me! 
 
 O God, the dying sinner see. 
 
 And guide his struggles after Thee! 
 
 Give him with supplicating grace. 
 
 Importunate, to seek Thy face; 
 
 Say to his passions, " Peace, be still!" 
 
 And at Thine all-controlling will. 
 
 The ocean's conflict shall subside. 
 
 All calm and peacefully shall glide ; 
 
 And I, the storms of Life outriding, 
 
 In God's dear grace supreme confiding, 
 
 And in the depths of Heaven abiding. 
 
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 WOULD I WERE A GOLDEN HARPl 
 
 Oh that I were a golden Harp! 
 
 With angel souls to play upon me, 
 
 To tell how Christ's dear mercy won me, 
 
 Once from His Fold so far astray, 
 
 And hurrying swift on Hell's Broad Way. 
 
 But now, how blissful, every hour ! 
 
 Pour forth, God's minstrels, all your power. 
 
 Where melodies of souls are flinging, 
 
 And orbs of glory, countless, singing, 
 
 Their endless flight through ages winging, 
 
 Through all Eternity to raise 
 
 From every harp the Saviour's praise ! 
 
 Celestial prisms, new-formed, unfolding, 
 
 Angels gratefully beholding. 
 
 New-created planets rise. 
 
 With all the joys of Paradise. 
 
 Sweetest thoughts in loveliest language. 
 Colors drawn from sunset skies. 
 Where the forked lightning flies; 
 Always blending, never ceasing ; 
 Comets their career unrolling. 
 And God's thunder-peals, rebounding, 
 Shake the whole creation round; 
 Echoing through eternal ages 
 Volumes infinite of sound. 
 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of kings! 
 Beneath Thine own Almighty wings ! 
 Thy Spirit with Thy Word impart, 
 For me to know Thy will by heart. 
 Nor ever from such Love depart. 
 Protected in Thy holy way. 
 
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 No more to wander, lost, astray, 
 Unmindful of the Heaven so bright, 
 But, as thine angels, robed in white. 
 And in Thy Presence still abiding, 
 And faithful in my Saviour hiding. 
 To walk with Jesus in the Light. 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. l/t 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 Gavazzi and Gajani, the Italian Patriots. 
 
 f^ KMKZTA was a noble example of the highest 
 qualities of Christian Patriotism. Such also 
 was the young Italian Senator Gajani, so distin- 
 guished for his love of freedom, his hatred of the 
 Papal Despotism, and broad and conscientious de- 
 votion to the redemption of his country from the 
 yoke of Romanism. Gavazzi was the subject of 
 oppressive cruelty, but he seemed to have never 
 a fear of his enemies, or anxiety for himself on 
 account of their exasperation at the scathing 
 power and persuasion of his eloquence, but went 
 on with a compound of argument, wit, sarcasm, 
 and eloquent denunciation, in support of the 
 freedom of the Gospel and the justice, duty, 
 and protective power of a free Government, as 
 ordered of God, for the education and religious 
 welfare of nations, under the dominion of the 
 Saviour of mankind. 
 
 He was a giant in mind, and in stature and 
 strength, resolution, decision, courage. What 
 
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 Garibaldi was in battle, Gavazzi was in the fervor 
 and courageous energy of religious freedom for 
 his counti-y and the world. In his life and in 
 Gajani's adventures, it was deeply interesting and 
 instructive to observe the providence of God in 
 guiding such men in the career that is to affect 
 so many nations and such vast interests. 
 
 A visit of Mrs. Cheever to the grocer's to settle 
 a bill or to order some article for the household, 
 and the name of Garibaldi incidentally mentioned 
 in her presence, resulted in the providence of God 
 in the rescue of an entire stranger, the Italian 
 refugee Gajani, from the condition of peril with 
 which he was surrounded. Hearing the name of 
 Garibaldi pronounced by the grocer as interfering 
 in behalf of a poor Italian, Mrs. C. inquired who 
 it was, and how it happened. Her interest was 
 awakened, and, learning the address of the Italian, 
 she consulted with her dear friend Mrs. Maxwell, 
 the mother of Mrs. G. Douglas ; and then they 
 went to see what the poor young Italian needed. 
 
 They found him in great want, and in a bare, 
 unfurnished room, destitute of the means of a 
 daily existence, and no possibility of employment. 
 They immediately; on learning something of his 
 history,, took him under their care and provided 
 for his comfort, making his apartnient comfort- 
 
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 able, and then interesting numbers of our ac- 
 quaintances to gain friends for him. 
 
 His health and hopes were soon in the way of 
 recovery, and from that period he was successful 
 in his efforts for his country and his native home. 
 His life and letters show the depth of his gratitude 
 and the faithful and successful earnestness of his 
 Christian patriotism, his love of truth and free- 
 dom in his work for his beloved Italy. A letter 
 from Prof. Silliman is full of interest as a testi- 
 monial of the depth of regard and affection Gajani 
 had gained with many friends during his residence 
 in our country. His sweetness of disposition, his 
 freedom from vanity, his humility, his frankness, 
 openness, and simplicity of character, the purity of 
 taste, refinement, scholarship, and childlike trust 
 and piety, with his quick discernment of judg- 
 ment and opinion in regard to our Government 
 and religion, and the prospects before us, with the 
 dangers surrounding us, were remarkable. It was 
 a great privilege to have been permitted to aid 
 and animate such patriots and champions of 
 -freedom. 
 
 The mention of Gavazzi in connection with Ga- 
 jani recalls a* multitude of reminiscences showing 
 some of the great perils passed through safely in 
 our own country by these self-denying apostles of 
 
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 liberty in Christ. When Gavazzi a second time 
 visited New York, he had just come from a peril- 
 ous conflict against Popery in Canada, where his 
 infuriated enemies, the papal priests and subjects, 
 had endeavored to murder him, and from whom 
 he narrowly escaped with his life. He had been 
 preaching against the errors of Romanism with his 
 usual valor and eloquence, and his intended mur- 
 derers had succeeded, as they thought, in securing 
 his death on an appointed evening, by hauling 
 him out of the pulpit and trampling him under 
 their feet in the building where he was lecturing 
 till midnight. But with heaven-born strength, he 
 threw his adversaries backward, and, the lights 
 being put out in the struggle, succeeded, through 
 the darkness, in escaping from his assailants 
 and reaching New York in safety. The ac- 
 counts of this violence and of Gavazzi's visit 
 and escape unharmed, with his intention to 
 lecture in New York, produced a great agitation 
 and excitement, and it was openly afifirmed that, 
 if he should be permitted to speak against Ro- 
 manism in New York, there would be a terribly 
 ferocious riot and the streets would run with 
 blood. , 
 
 His friends and the friends of religious liberty 
 were determined that he should be heard and pro- 
 
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 tected. At a meeting of many distinguished 
 gentlemen, in the house of Mr. C. R. Roberts, it 
 was proposed that he should be invited to speak 
 in one of the public halls of the city, and that such 
 arrangements should be made for his security by 
 the police as would insure peace and safety, and 
 command perfect freedom in the proclamation of 
 religious truth against Romanism. A sharp dis- 
 cussion ensued, the end of which was, in the 
 opinion of nearly all persons present, that, in the 
 midst of the tempest of rage against Gavazzi, it 
 would be the height of madness to attempt to 
 give him freedom of speech in regard to Popery. 
 
 The discussion was maintained to a late hour 
 in the evening, until one of the members present 
 friendly to Gavazzi, perceiving it impossible to ob- 
 tain a vote on his behalf, declared that, if the 
 gentlemen gathered there would not consent to 
 support Gavazzi in the freedom of a lecture by 
 giving him their names for protection, a propo- 
 sition should at least be drawn up and signed 
 requesting him to lecture, and asking the pro- 
 tection of the police to preserve him and his 
 audience from assault and riot. This measure, 
 which would have been a perfect security for the 
 protection of Gavazzi, was refused almost unani- 
 mously ; when one of the friends of the eloquent 
 
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 and fearless Italian, finding it in vain to argue the 
 matter any longer, declared that, inasmuch as the 
 assembled multitude that evening would not lend 
 the weight of their approbation in an invitation 
 for him to speak as freely in the United States as 
 in Canada, he * should esteem it as his duty, the 
 first thing in the morning, to write out an invita- 
 tion and appointment for his lecture, as proposed, 
 and to get it signed by such a number of prom- 
 inent men as he was sure could be obtained, 
 along with a demand for the force and protection 
 of a sufificient police guard to keep off all danger 
 of riot or interruption. There was, he knew, a 
 sufficient number of eminent citizens to set their 
 names to such a call upon Gavazzi as would give 
 him a 'complete victory, and preserve the city 
 from the shame of bowing down to the threats of 
 Roman Catholic rioters. With that declaration, 
 the speaker left the assembly. Just as he was 
 going out, one of the dissenting gentlemen de- 
 clared with great earnestness, "If you take this 
 step and succeed in your object, you will most 
 assuredly make the streets of the city run with 
 blood, and we will charge the mischief all updn 
 you." " I am perfectly willing to take the re- 
 sponsibility," was the answer ; and with that he 
 
 went home and prepared a document, with which 
 * Dr. Cheever, 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. lyy 
 
 early the next morning he went down into the 
 city, and presented it, first of all, for signature, 
 to President S. F. B. Morse, who instantly put 
 down his name ; after which there was little diffi- 
 culty in getting the signatures of a large number 
 of eminent citizens, such as Horace Holden, Cur- 
 tis Noyes, John Jay, Edgar Ketchum, Horace 
 Greeley, R. H. McCurdy, George Wm. Curtis, 
 Wm. Allan Butler, Simeon Draper, Henry Ward 
 Beecher, Joseph Hoxie, George Douglas, and 
 many others, calling on the police of the city to 
 protect the intended speaker in his defence of 
 liberty of speech against Romanism. 
 
 The consequence was a wide publication of the 
 notice and appointment of the lecture in Tripler 
 Hall, with the assurance of perfect freedom of 
 speech guaranteed to the speaker, and a gift of one 
 thousand dollars provided for him, with the pre- 
 sentation of a large Bible to be given at the close 
 of his lecture. A wide and fervent interest was 
 aroused, and the meeting was one of the most 
 successful demonstrations for the freedom of 
 speech ever made in the city. Gavazzi's subject 
 was in part the horrors of the Roman Catholic 
 Inquisition ; and his power of demonstration by 
 his gestures and eloquence was so impressive, that 
 an eminent surgeon who was present declared 
 
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 that he found himself searching for his instru- 
 ments to help the lecturer in the midst of his 
 tremendous act of re - presenting the bodily 
 tortures endured by the victims of Roman 
 CathoHc cruelty. He feared the speaker himself 
 would have fainted under the misery of his own 
 tortures. 
 
 At the close of the service, the Bible was pre- 
 sented to Gavazzi by his friends, with a testi- 
 monial of their admiration of his fearless elo- 
 quence, by Rev. Dr. Cox. The event was a 
 triumph. But the very next night Tripler Hall 
 was burned to the ground by the Romanists; — 
 an event which only helped to show how deter- 
 mined was the enmity aroused against the elo- 
 quence of the Italian Patriot. 
 
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 CHAPTER X. 
 
 A Survey of our National and Individual Responsibil- 
 ities, AS A People of Voters, and therefore Legisla- 
 tors, ACCOUNTABLE ENTIRELY TO GOD AND HIS GOVERNMENT 
 
 as revealed in his word. — t.he obligations of voters 
 under the united states government, responsible to 
 God for themselves and for their Children. 
 
 A T the period of 1847 and 1.848, the era of the 
 -^^^ great revolution in Italy, when the Pope was 
 compelled for a season to quit his Papal throne 
 and the Palace of the Vatican, and to fly from 
 Rome itself, so long the undisputed centre of the 
 Papal Government, a deep and exciting interest 
 prevailed in our country as to what might be the 
 result in regard to Romanism. Would the Revo- 
 lution be established by the freedom of Italy from 
 the Papal Despotism? But the efforts of the 
 Jesuits, the Roman Catholics, and the infidel 
 Socialists against the Sabbath, the Bible, and the 
 religious education of our children were uninter- 
 rupted. My dear wife was profoundly interested 
 in reading at this time the powerful work of Eugene 
 Sue, entitled " The Wandering Jew," as also the 
 
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 remarkable volume by Fleming, written near two 
 centuries ago in England, and predicting some of 
 the judgments to be inflicted upon the kingdom 
 of the Pope previous to his downfall. The events 
 of 1848 were outlined in that volume with a dis- 
 tinctness that could have been justified or made 
 possible only by the guidance of the Holy Spirit 
 in pursuing the study of the Apocalypse. 
 
 For centuries the temporal despotism of the 
 Pope had not received so staggering a blow; and 
 it really seemed as though the last of the vials of 
 wrath against his blasphemy had begun to be 
 poured out upon the centre of his empire. It was 
 about the same period that Gavazzi's eloquent 
 lectures in this country produced so deep an im- 
 pression. But at the present moment the Jubilee 
 honors bestowed upon the infallible Pope by so 
 many potentates and worshippers in Europe, 
 assisted by the President of the United States, 
 have roused new hopes of a renewal of the ecclesi- 
 astical darkness and tyranny of the ages preceding 
 the Reformation. Our diary of passing events 
 says : — 
 
 " And now to think of the delirium, the ineffable mad- 
 ness, that is being taught even by some ministers of the 
 gospel, against the use of the Bible, the only fountain of 
 divine and truly educating truth, in our common schools .' 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. i8l 
 
 "May God in infinite mercy not only give us right men 
 to guide our present counsels, but wisdom to govern us 
 by his Word from generation to generation ; for such is 
 the responsibility laid by God upon us. And what can 
 be more necessary, what more legitimate, than the law 
 of such responsibihty, made absolute and plain before- 
 hand for every generation?" 
 
 In truth, the sixteen years of our national his- 
 tory, from 1844 to i860, including our political and 
 legislative existence, and the trial of our principles 
 as by fire, were in some respects the most im- 
 portant period of the whole century. 
 
 It was during this period that the foray under 
 the auspices of Governor Seward, sanctioning the 
 demands of Archbishop Hughes for the dena- 
 tionalizing of our public-school system of instruc- 
 tion for the children, cauterizing the school-books 
 then and from time immemorial in use, and de- 
 phlogisticating them of all religious instruction, 
 was successfully introduced. The doctrine of a 
 higher law than God's law was sanctioned for the 
 guidance of our Government; the fugitive-slave 
 law, in direct and open disobedience to God, was 
 put into our national statute-books ; the law of the 
 Supreme Judicial Court making human slavery a 
 just and rightful traffic was enacted ; — and in all 
 these ways the toneof public spirit, religion, love 
 
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 of liberty, and faithfulness to our constitutional 
 rights, privileges, and covenants with God and 
 man, were assailed, undermined, and weakened. 
 Even our conflicts did not purify us. But we had 
 not reached the culminating dishonor and irre- 
 ligious sacrilege of the century. 
 
 The years when the patriots of Italy and Europe 
 — Gavazzi, Gajani, Garibaldi, and Kossuth — were 
 among us, were years of declining patriotism and 
 of partisan scheming in submission to slavery, 
 under the fear of national disunion. It is question- 
 able if we ever can recover from the injuries of 
 those years of political irreligion and treachery; 
 for it was a work of constitutional disintegration 
 and misgovernment, instead of humanity and mercy 
 to mankind. In the midst of such an alliance of 
 slavery and irreligion in principle and practice, 
 we could have accomplished nothing, except, in 
 obedience to God, we had employed the Sabbath - 
 for the apphcation of his Word against all known 
 sins, but especially this guilt of man-stealing, cleav- 
 ing as an inherited leprosy of the soul to the whole 
 nation, and yet regarded as its indissoluble and in- 
 violable heirloom. 
 
 So, therefore, our church campaign was opened, 
 and was continued throughout, with the Sabbath 
 as our fortress and the utmost freedom of God's 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 183 
 
 Word on that day in every direction and to all 
 classes of men, whether in the Church or out of it ; 
 for these were the only opportunities and possibil- 
 ities by which we could have reached the con- 
 science of the people, or roused a purpose in th^ 
 nation, constraining our Government to obey God. 
 At this present juncture in the world's progress, 
 if laws are passed by any professedly Christian 
 people, educating one generation in ignorance of 
 God's law and in disregard of the conditions of 
 salvation for the soul, this work of the elimination 
 of all righteous principle by the darkening and im- 
 prisonment of the youthful conscience, in defiance 
 of God's most express warnings and commands, 
 must inevitably result in the national ruin. In a 
 single generation the work may be accomplished, 
 as surely as another generation is instructed to fol- 
 low in the same train. Actum 'est de Republica ! 
 Periisti ! It is all over with you ! God's warnings 
 are to the third and fourth generations of men to 
 whom the knowledge of his law has come ; and 
 yet for three generations its commandments have 
 been violated, from parents to children. Look 
 back over the three periods of growth in our 
 country: in 1830, the destruction of the Indians 
 begun, and the violation of all our treaties with 
 them; in i860, the completed proscription of 
 
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 four millions of slaves; in 1880, the attempted 
 destruction of a Christian education. 
 
 The growths of nations and their fixtures, good 
 or bad, are by generations of thirty years to a 
 'decisive period. The destruction of nations is in 
 consequence of the violation of God's Word and 
 the resulting habits of irreligion, atheism, and un- 
 belief And- one generation, with the heritage of 
 such examples and habits, may secure the execu- 
 tion of the penalty. And as surely as God has 
 said, " All souls are mine," and, " The nation 
 and kingdom that will not obey my Word shall 
 perish; " so surely will God judge legislators and 
 nations, not merely as perishable bodies, but as 
 responsible for immortality and eternity. 
 
 The Culminating Dishonor of the Century. 
 
 " Shall the throne of iniquity have fellowship 
 with thee, which frameth mischief by a law ? " 
 The insult of such despotism is doubly against 
 God and his Word, with his universal law in it, 
 requiring that Word to be preached and taught 
 freely in all languages to all nations. And the for- 
 biddance of such teachings is the latest form of 
 such insult against God and cruelty towards man, 
 as practised and commanded by the United States 
 Government against the helpless remnant of In- 
 
PAtTtt, Hope, and love. ig^ 
 
 dians still surviving ! It is the crown of our cen- 
 tennial, republican, and self-glorifying grandeur, 
 containing in its bosom an atheistic sacrifice of 
 the more than fifty years of missionary labor, just 
 beginning to be so successful in the Christian 
 training of aboriginal tribes, now forbidden to read 
 the Word of God in the same language in which 
 they were born ! Forbidden by a government and 
 people that have continued for a hundred years to 
 violate the treaties sworn to be observed for the 
 protection of the aboriginal possessors of lands 
 and homesteads within the United States, and for 
 their preservation in all the rights of life, liberty, 
 and the pursuit of happiness, guaranteed to all 
 men in our Declaration of Independence. 
 
 The Responsibilities of Nations by their Generations. 
 
 Each generation on earth is responsible for the 
 character of the next, — a principle of righteous- 
 ness that cannot be denied or disregarded. For 
 it is not a matter of mere individual sin : it is what 
 we ourselves will do with the power put into our 
 hands to make others sin, — what we will do to 
 future generations, who will assuredly be guilty or 
 innocent in this one mighty domain of human in- 
 famy and transgression, taught by precept and ex- 
 ample just as we niay decide. 
 
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 It is we who are now the lawgivers, who write 
 grievousness which we may prescribe as physi- 
 cians of the Evil One to settle the principles "and 
 habits of our constitution, commissioned to inocu- 
 late a whole kingdom with the plague, — we who 
 undertake to turn aside the poor from his right, — 
 we who declare in the presence of Almighty God 
 that not His righteousness but our own injustice 
 shall preside over the affairs of the nation; that 
 not humanity and freedom, but inhumanity and 
 oppression, shall characterize our laws, our morals, 
 our religion. 
 
 How instructive are the scientific warnings in 
 Nature, from experience of the consequences of a 
 waste of timbered lands not renewed by planting ! 
 Whole mountain ranges denuded, and desert, un- 
 inhabitable plains inherited as the result. Even 
 so, cutting away from one generation the timber of 
 God, the forests that have grown up with their 
 roots in his Word and in faith, not only neglect- 
 ing to set new trees in the same soil, but forbidding 
 such a process, on the plea of a liberal conscience 
 against a divine revelation, whole nations will be 
 morally and intellectually desolated. The wise and 
 prudent shall perish; and none shall be left for 
 rulers but fools, or mad Nebuchadnezzars, who 
 must be turned out to feed upon their own grasses, 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 187 
 
 in order to learn that they have made themselves 
 brutes. 
 
 All the sciences on earth will not supply the 
 want of an education and vital growth and dis- 
 cipline in God's Word. We might as well attempt 
 to timber our naked mountains by wood-ashes on 
 our garden-plants, or guano on our hot-house 
 flowers. How long can men such as Hooker and 
 Howe, Cudworth and Castell, Walton and Light- 
 foot, Milton, Newton, and Sir William Jones, Leigh- 
 ton and Luther, Knox and Cromwell, Bunyan and 
 Baxter, continue as a " survival of the fittest," 
 when the deep soil itself is abraded by a profound 
 and perpetually active unbelief; when the plant- 
 ing of the soil for Heaven, and the seed for it, are 
 both forbidden by law ? What wondrous oppor- 
 tunities of victory in these conflicts God hath put 
 in our power, and grace to use them if we would 
 obey Him, as the greatest of our blessings and 
 privileges ! 
 
 For perhaps there is not another world in God's 
 universe where this central battle is going on, or 
 being fought out for God by sinful beings once in 
 rebellion against Him ; and perhaps no world where 
 so much may be done by little creatures and small 
 means, for His glory and the good of intelligent 
 souls, on so infinite a scale, with demonstration of 
 
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 infinite consequences. And yet regenerated per- 
 sons, in the image of Christ, with the love of 
 Christ as their motive, and the truth as it is in 
 Jesus their weapon and their capital, may become 
 the greatest and most powerful of all the actors 
 employed by him with the greatest means ever 
 possible in any world ! Take the case of the 
 Apostle Paul : " Unto me, who am less than the 
 least of all saints, is this grace given, that I should 
 preach among the Gentiles the unsearchable riches 
 of Christ." 
 
 Where could even angels have made a more thrill- 
 ing, animating sacrifice than the poor widow with her 
 two mites, her whole living ? Oh, how little sense 
 or adequate conception we have of the part we are 
 all playing, even by merely existing in a world like 
 this, merely passing through it worthily to another ! 
 The manner of the passage tells for Eternity; 
 and this being the case, even Paul the Preacher had 
 to exclaim, " Who is sufficient for these things ? " 
 
 But any common philosopher, even of secular- 
 ism, would be sufficient, if there were no eternal 
 consequences, no absolute immortality, the respon- 
 sibility of which every soul must bear. 
 
 Now, we affirm that no greater outrage against 
 God's government can be committed, none more 
 blasphemous against his law of love, none more 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 189 
 
 malignantly rebellious against his grace, his mercy 
 to mankind, than that of a people, professing 
 their dependence upon God for all the blessings of 
 life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, daring, 
 by their own laws, to put the children of the 
 Commonwealth under attainder of proscription on 
 account of color and race; depriving them of the 
 right secured by God's command to the whole 
 human family, in all its tribes and territories, — the 
 right of being instructed in the gospel of Christ, as 
 it is to be freely read and learned in their mother 
 tongue. 
 
 The ResponsiUlities of Law. 
 
 The disregarded statutes, the violation of which 
 wrought at length the earthquakes and volcanoes 
 of Divine wrath in Judea and in Babylon, had en- 
 closed in their bosom, on condition of faith and 
 obedience, the assurance of a stupendous miracle, 
 to be continued, with its appointed calendar of 
 seasons, as sure as the journey of the sun, from 
 generation to generation, in the sight and knowl- 
 edge of the whole heathen world ; so that the 
 pages of the annual, septennial, and semi-centen- 
 nial anniversaries of the people of God's govern- 
 ment and covenant would have been as those of 
 his almanacs of day and night, seed-time and 
 
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 harvest, summer and winter, as visible and to be 
 reckoned from for guidance, as the revolutions of 
 the planets for the happiness of the world. 
 
 For these very laws, and the festival celebrations 
 connected with them, were published and known, 
 not only among the Jews, but through them among 
 the idolatrous nations. And the retributive pun- 
 ishments inflicted by the Divine Lawgiver upon the 
 kingdom and people of Israel for violating those 
 statutes, and for teaching such violation to their 
 children, were just as plainly foretold and fore- 
 known, as the statutes themselves. 
 
 God refers to this fact as being an exasperation 
 of the guilt of the Hebrews in setting such an ex- 
 ample of wickedness to the surrounding nations. 
 For this crime the retribution was predicted, and 
 afterwards realized and described in the most 
 terrific imagery and language, in Deuteronomy, 
 Isaiah, Jeremiah, and the Minor Prophets. 
 
 " Wherefore I will yet plead with yo'u, saith the 
 Lord, and with your children's children will I plead. 
 Hath any nation changed their gods, which yet are 
 no gods? But my people have changed their glory 
 for that which doth not profit. Be astonished, O ye 
 heavens, at this, and be horribly afraid, be ye very 
 desolate, saith the Lord. For pass over the Isles 
 of Chittim, and see; and send unto Kedar, and 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. igr 
 
 consider diligently, and see if there be such a thing. 
 For all people will walk in the name of their God. 
 But my people have sacrificed to devils, and not 
 to God. They have moved me to jealousy with 
 that which is not God, and a fire is kindled in mine 
 anger that shall burn to the lowest hell. Their wine 
 is the poison of dragons, and the cruel venom of 
 asps." 
 
 Just so far as the Hebrew rulers were faithful 
 to it, their nation was prosperous. Just so far 
 as their kings and the people disobeyed it, they 
 were in captivity to the idolatries and crimes of 
 the whole heathen world, till they became the off- 
 scouring of all nations, and a proverb of the retrib- 
 utive vengeance of the Almighty. Will not such 
 judgments be visited upon all the nations of the 
 modern age, that expel from the education of 
 the rising generations the belief and knowledge 
 of the Divine Law and Gospel? 
 
 We are the only nation, the only government 
 and people under heaven, professing a debt of 
 gratitude to God and a belief in a divine revelation 
 that ever have been found bold enough to deny 
 the supreme authority of God's Law over their own 
 governments, and to banish the teaching of his 
 Word, and of the Gospel of his Son our Saviour 
 from the public education of their children. 
 
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 The Mohammedans keep the Koran ; the Chi- 
 nese, the Africans, the Hindus, their sacred books 
 and fetiches; the Old Ammonites and Philistines 
 kept their Dagons; even the Thugs their saints, 
 and the Greeks and Romans their thirty thousand 
 deities and oracles and altars of sacrificial victims. 
 But we, with the gospel of Christ in our possession, 
 expel both the Word of our God and the knowl- 
 edge of our Saviour from our public schools, and 
 forbid its being preached in a language that can be 
 understood from infancy. We forbid its use among 
 the poor remnants of the Indian tribes, once so nu- 
 merous, from whom we have stolen all their lands 
 and rights by broken treaties ; and now we are com- 
 pelling them to receive all their knowledge of the 
 true God and Redeemer from a foreign priest and 
 legislator, who proclaims from his throne in Italy 
 the divine attribute of infallibility, and the power 
 of forgiving the sins of all mankind, on condition of 
 a sum of money paid into the Pope's treasury ; thus 
 binding in an unbreakable despotism every man's 
 conscience to the Papal Priesthood instead of God, 
 under penalty, if disobedient, of excommunication 
 from the Kingdom of Heaven. And this system- 
 atized blasphemy, which prevents the possibility of 
 any man that believes in it being a Christian, we 
 commit to the care of a Roman Catholic commis- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 193 
 
 sioner of our missionary Indian schools, forbidding 
 the children from ever being taught in their own 
 tongue the wonderful works of God and the saving 
 knowledge of Christ in the gospel. 
 
 What may prove to be an unpardonable Sin against 
 the Gospel of the Grace of God, 
 
 We have said, "No greater outrage against 
 God's government." Yet, as it were, in preparation 
 for this, we have been all the while poisoning and 
 inflaming the poor remnants of the Indian tribes 
 by the introduction and established use of ardent 
 spirits, forced upon the very same persons from 
 whom we have been withholding the Word of God ! 
 What is the licensing of crime by a State govern- 
 ment for the sake of a national revenue? What- 
 else but a blasphemy against the authority of God, 
 a defiance of his laws and kingdom? 
 
 These crimes must be looked into, and their con- 
 sequences considered, now that the conscience of 
 every human being is appealed to for a vote in 
 favor of licensing perpetually the work of making 
 drunkards for the whole commiinity . 
 
 This is the Bill now demanding the sanction of 
 our National Congress and our State legislatures. 
 Whatever shape it may take, it is the result of a 
 long-continued, wide, and minute examination of 
 
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 the evidence of the dreadful nature of any author- 
 ization of the traffic in ardent spirits. The expenses 
 and the miseries, the profits and the power, of such 
 authorization have been so clearly, and with such 
 fire of demonstration, shown in every part of our 
 country, that, in view of the increase of intelligence 
 and experience among us, it is almost incompre- 
 hensible how any attempt can be made to continue 
 in any form a permission of the manufacture and 
 sale of the means and agencies of drunkenness, 
 and therefore of all the crimes and distresses in- 
 evitable in consequence of such permission. 
 
 Freedom by law, for the destruction of souls by 
 rum ! Prevention and restraint by law, from the 
 work (as if it were a crime) of attempting the sav- 
 ing of men's souls by their instruction in the gos- 
 pel from childhood ! The freedom and privilege 
 of religious truth to be taught in our public 
 schools is condemned by law, as being irreligious, 
 unconstitutional, and subversive of the freedom 
 of conscience ! 
 
 If in the history of mankind two greater crimes 
 against God and man can be named than these, let 
 them be specified, and a retribution worthy of 
 them demanded by the people upon whom they 
 have been imposed, as if they were public stocks 
 .secured by governmental bond and mortgage. 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 195 
 
 Now, the Gospel of Christ for the salvation of all 
 mankind that would receive it, and would believe 
 in Him according to his invitation, was the mercy 
 intended by God in the whole Old Testament Rev- 
 elation; the whole law of G6d, and its promises 
 and predictions being but the divine schoolmaster, 
 to bring men to Christ. And if defiance and diso- 
 bedience of the schoolmaster and the school-laws 
 by a whole nation before Christ came, would be 
 visited with such terrific destruction, " of how much 
 sorer punishment suppose ye shall they be thought 
 worthy, who have trodden under foot the Son of 
 God himself, crucifying him afresh, and putting 
 him to an open shame ! " 
 
 If there ever could be on earth such crucifixion 
 and shame since the history of Christ's known 
 death and resurrection, the climax of it must be in 
 the defiance and contempt by the Government of a 
 so-called Christian people, excluding the teachings 
 of his gospel, and the very mention of his name, 
 and all knowledge of his existence from the common 
 school, and from the language and education of 
 the poor and oppressed. It must be found in 
 the banishment, by Government and people, of the 
 whole Bible, and all its teachings concerning the 
 Saviour of mankind, and all mention of the name 
 and authority of God, from the Constitution and its 
 
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 legislation. And so it is perfected by the forbid- 
 ding of prayer, and all religious lessons, and all 
 Christian training from being imparted to the little 
 children, concerning the treatment of whom the 
 very earliest law of man's being was given by Christ 
 in these words : " Suffer the little children, and 
 forbid them not, to come unto me, for of such is 
 the kingdom of heaven." If the Government and 
 people of only one nation fulfilled this most blessed 
 command in all its meaning, the whole world might 
 speedily behold on earth the long-predicted uni- 
 versal kingdom of heaven. 
 
 The right of religious ignorance and unbelief is 
 defended as a right of conscience, which the Gov- 
 ernment cannot interfere with, by permitting reli- 
 gious instruction in the schools. The Government 
 (it is affirmed) is bound to maintain for the people 
 in the education of their children an insurance 
 against the introduction of the Bible. The public- 
 school education must exclude, by governmental 
 authority, the knowledge of the Bible and its re- 
 ligion. But the same Government claims and 
 exercises authority to exclude the Bible, and all 
 knowledge of its teachings, as being an oppres- 
 sion of the conscience of the unbeliever. The 
 duty of maintaining a discipline of unbelief and 
 irreligion is thus assumed as essentially the obli- 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. I97 
 
 gation and right of the Government, and its right 
 over and against the conscience of the Chris- 
 tian. The common school must take the chil- 
 dren, and bring them up in freedom to choose 
 for themselves what religion they please, if they 
 ever come to the knowledge of any. Nine tenths 
 of the children in the United States get their 
 only education in the common schools, where 
 by the edict of the Government forbidding the 
 Bible and prayer and all instruction in regard to 
 Christ as their only Saviour, they necessarily be- 
 come infidels. 
 
 The citizens of Gadara were never more insanely 
 prepossessed against the presence of Christ, than the 
 Romanists and modern Secularists are against the 
 light of his religion. If the Gospels were a mad 
 dog, their educators could not be more jealous of 
 hydrophobia, nor more anxious to shoot or muzzle 
 the dogs in the street, than they are to exclude the 
 Bible and its teachings from the children in our 
 schools. 
 
 If God's law is supreme for one human being, it 
 is for all. If for individuals, then also and equally 
 for communities and legislators. It is impossible 
 that there should be one law for every soul, through 
 a conscience acting in all thoughts and things toward 
 God, and obedient to him, and another law, or no 
 
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 law at all, for the Government, chosen by a com- 
 munity of souls, and governing not by the will of 
 God, but by their own will and by the majority of 
 votes. If God is not to govern, guide, and control 
 the Government, then the people who appoint the 
 Government by their votes do really control God ; 
 and thus the usurpation of God's authority be- 
 comes a despotism under the vices and voices 
 of the multitude. To what other result can the 
 rejection of the Bible lead? 
 
 In one of the great picture-galleries at Windsor 
 Castle are several precious caskets, preserved with 
 great care. The Queen entered one day with a 
 small book in her hand, and asked the keeper of 
 these treasures which was the most rare and valu- 
 able of them all. He showed her one made of 
 pure rock crystal, ornamented with gold and en- 
 amel. In this casket the Queen placed a small 
 book, — General Gordon's pocket-Bible, annotated 
 and marked by his own hand; and in this pre- 
 cious casket will remain this most precious relic 
 of one of England's greatest heroes. Suppose 
 the Queen should now supplement this with an 
 encyclical letter from the Pope, as the law-book 
 for her own subjects, forbidding them from ever 
 teaching their children the Bible in their own 
 tongue 1 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 1 99 
 
 If God inhabiteth Eternity, so do his laws and 
 judgments attend upon his attributes, from ever- 
 lasting to everlasting. 
 
 Now, these Gospels were to be made up for the 
 use of all ages, to supply the need of a present 
 visible Saviour for the eye of faith to rest upon, for 
 the heart of love to be fastened on and filled with ; 
 and therefore our Lord passes before us, the Way, 
 the Truth, the Life, in the boundless translucent 
 mirror of his own divinely inspired Scriptures, in 
 connection with all classes of men, all junctures of 
 circumstance, all emergencies ; and always we be- 
 hold His divine attributes in action. And if he were 
 on earth now, he would live among us and for us 
 just as he did then, when he abode here for a sea- 
 son in the form and with the sympathies of our 
 humanity. 
 
 All this is pure educational truth, taught and 
 commanded by God manifest in the flesh. It is the 
 very mercy of God, set forth in precious incontro- 
 vertible lessons for our souls, and doctrines for the 
 state and destiny of man. The mercy of God in 
 Christ, man as a sinner, Christ as a Saviour; man 
 as exposed to, eternal death because of sin, Christ 
 as offering eternal life to those who trust in him, — 
 can anything be conceived more worthy to be 
 taught, more necessary to be taught, by Divine 
 
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 infallible authority, as truth that cannot honestly 
 be disbelieved? Is there any being in the world 
 who has a right to command these things, but 
 only He, who is the Way, the Truth, the Life ; who 
 is Love, Light, Goodness? Can such truth ever be 
 learned by scientific experiment, even though sci- 
 ence worked till doomsday, and by men perfectly 
 disinterested? The greatest natural love of truth 
 in the world can never discover how God will treat 
 the sinner against God ; nor what sin is in its forces, 
 its consequences, if left to go on with its work till 
 death. 
 
 Let the Eighty-first, Eighty-second, and Ninety- 
 fourth Psalms, applied by our blessed Lord to the 
 Hebrews themselves, be laid to heart by the people 
 of the United States, — voters, representatives, legis- 
 lators, rulers, judges, parents, and teachers : " How 
 long will ye judge unjustly, and accept the persons 
 of the wicked? Defend the poor and fatherless: 
 do justice to the afflicted and needy. Deliver the 
 poor and needy : rid them out of the hand of the 
 wicked. Oh that my people had hearkened unto 
 me, and walked in my ways ! But they walked in 
 their own counsels ; so I gave them up unto their 
 own hearts' lust. They walk on in darkness ; all 
 the foundations of the earth are out of course. 
 They gather themselves together against the soul 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 201 
 
 of the righteous, and condemn the innocent blood. 
 But the Lord shall bring upon them their own 
 iniquity, and shall cut them off in their own 
 wickedness; yea, the Lord our God shall cut 
 them off." 
 
 What can he done if we reject the Scriptures ? 
 
 Our Centennial Addresses were very properly 
 biographical remembrances of the founders of our 
 republic,— memorial windows in the palace of 
 which they have been the architects. Where did 
 they get their wisdom ? How can it be prolonged, 
 and such noble natures perpetuated with it? 
 
 They grew out of an education in the Scriptures 
 as the Word of God, the ruling authority for indi- 
 viduals and nations. Our village independence, our 
 town meetings for self-government, the admitted 
 authority of the wisest and best men, their con- 
 tinued and qmet election to ofifice, sprung from 
 the same habits. As Franklin reasoned concern- 
 ing electricity and lightning, so his mind taught 
 him that the wisdom that could make Congress a 
 fit guide to make a constitution for the country 
 was from God ; and he called for daily prayer, in 
 which the Congress had failed to begin its own 
 sessions. A huqdred years pass away, and we are 
 proposing to forbid prayer to God on the plea of 
 an enlightened liberalism of conscience, that must 
 set forth atheism as one of the congeries of our 
 
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 religions. Well, it is only one ; and if prayer can 
 be forbidden by that, it can be taught, and should 
 be taught in all fairness, by the others ; and so 
 some kind of religion must come in, and some 
 kind of God be acknowledged. Well, a hundred 
 years after Franklin's reasonings are acknowledged 
 to have been just, having been proved by experi- 
 mental result of our prosperity, which everywhere 
 we refer to God, we propose to cut loose from the 
 Author and Giver of all our good, and expel his 
 worship and his laws, and above all his Sabbath 
 and its free gospel of mercy in Christ, from the 
 school-teachings of our children ! 
 
 A low view of Divine Inspiration relaxes all the 
 power of human thinking and reasoning, all con- 
 fidence in language as a medium of thought and 
 belief. It enters as a palsy of doubt and unbelief 
 into all our legislation, our morality, our religion. 
 It makes an unintelligible riddle of the universe. 
 Nothing can be reliable, if God's Word is not in- 
 fallible, all-sufificient, and eternal. We must take 
 and securely hold that postulate, or we have noth- 
 ing,— neither foundation nor superstructure. 
 
 It is a good old proverb, that prevention is bet- 
 ter than cure ; good for parents, for children, and 
 for all mankind. " Thy Word have i hid IN 
 MINE heart, that I MIGHT NOT SIN AGAINST 
 THEE." Was anything better than this ever ut- 
 tered for the guidance of mankind? 
 
FAITH. HOPE, AND LOVE. 203 
 
 Moses put a veil before his face when he came 
 from an audience of forty days with God, because 
 the light was too dazzling, even as a type of the 
 incarnation of the Divine glory. But these philos- 
 ophers excommunicate both Moses and Christ 
 from all mention, from all vision even through a 
 veil. If they could have their way, never a child 
 in Christendom, educated in the public schools, 
 should get a glimpse of that face of divine Ught 
 and love, the remembrance of whose radiance, if 
 they once beheld it in childhood, would never 
 leave them, and might be the means of new creat- 
 ing them. 
 
 But our antibiblical legislators and philosophers 
 insist first, that the infinitely precious lessons of 
 Christianity shall never be taught to the children, 
 nor the fact of Christ's own childhood ever be 
 named in their hearing ; and second, "There shall 
 be neither reading nor teaching of the Bible in the 
 schools, nor any mention of what is called the 
 Christian religion there. The schools belong to 
 the Government, not to God ; and the Gospel of 
 his 3on, so called, must be kept out of them in 
 order to preserve the state from an Ecclesiastical 
 tyranny over and against the consciences of the 
 people, of whose consciences we, their appointed 
 governors, are the keepers. It is our will, there- 
 fore, that the Christian religion, so called, shall not 
 be mentioned or defined in the schools. Keep it 
 
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 out of the minds and hearts of the children ; and 
 they in their turn, when thus instructed, will keep 
 it from the next generation and so the Republic is 
 safe from all intrusion against the rights of Life, 
 Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, for which 
 alone our Constitution has been framed." 
 
 The Word of God is ruled out and the liberty 
 of anarchy marches in. The Laws of the Gospel 
 of God are forbidden in the teaching of the children 
 in our common-schools. And what can be the 
 result of all this but a disintegration and dissolu- 
 tion of the very foundations of society ? If the 
 foundations, laid by God in the knowledge and 
 religion of the Gospel, be destroyed, what shall 
 the righteous do ? There will speedily be none 
 righteous to answer the question, and then in our 
 generation cometh the beginning of the End. 
 
 May God in infinite mercy deliver our nation 
 from such blaspheming legislators and philos- 
 ophers ! 
 
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 CHAPTER XI. 
 
 Continuance and Progress of the Conflict. — Letter 
 FROM Rev. Dr. Tyng, and Notice of the Death of 
 HIS Son, with Eulogy upon' his Memory by the Young 
 Men of the Church of the Puritans. 
 
 "\ ^ /"E present here an extract from one of Mrs. 
 * * Cheever's letters to a friend and relative, - 
 on returning from a visit to Washington. One 
 must have been for a season in the very centre 
 of the conflict then in progress there, justly to 
 judge as to the right or wrong of the contending 
 forces of opinion and action then at vork among 
 those at the head of our Government. 
 
 Dear E., — We were truly glad, I assure you, to 
 find ourselves again in our own quiet home, our peaceful 
 and comfortable abode. It is dearer and more charming 
 every time we return to it. I was aware of the plan for 
 Port Royal, of which you speak, and that our friend Mrs. 
 Harlan, the Senator's wife, has gone herself on the ex- 
 pedition, partly for her health and partly to do good. 
 She is a noble, firm, resolute woman, — qualities very 
 
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 essential in this age of cowardice, treason, and unfaithful- 
 ness to principle. 
 
 The want of righteous principle in some men makes 
 those who are straightforward and who adhere strictly to 
 God's commands, appear extreme and fanatical. I am 
 glad you still hold on to the principles of the Church of 
 the Puritans. They are for God and humanity, and will 
 outlast this Government and those who. compose it. Our 
 great mass-meeting is coming off to-morrow. The people 
 are beginning to move, and will force the Government to 
 yield to the demand for justice and right. I have no 
 patience with the conservatives. They seem to have no 
 conscience. I wish, however, they could themselves have 
 a taste of slavery, and then see if they would sit and fold 
 their hands, and let God work for them. 
 
 Is Mr. Waters in Washington ? If so, tell him I have 
 found a first-rate colored man and his wife for him, and 
 wish him to stop here and see him. He is just the person 
 he would need on his farm ; can do everything, and will 
 be a treasure to him. We know him well. He has been 
 a slave, and has bought his whole family. He is a reli- 
 gious, good man, and is most enterprising. I have had 
 my eye on him for Mr. Waters for some time. 
 
 Our Government seems hopelessly pro-slavery in its 
 dreadful sacrifice of principle and of all the rights of four 
 millions of our fellow-creatures. This is simple truth ; and 
 if truth is extreme, be it so. Considering the opportuni- 
 ties given us of God, and the sacrifices we have made to 
 slavery, our nation is becoming the greatest traitor against 
 God and Humanity the world has ever seen, 
 
 Yours truly, E. H. C. 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 207 
 
 In our own church, from this period, it was a 
 time of conflict, severe and distressing in propor- 
 tion as the expected outbreak of the war grew 
 more threatening and exciting. The welfare of 
 every citizen, public or private, in the church or 
 out of it, was more and more entirely absorbed in 
 the controversy. One must have been in the 
 midst of it, rightly to conceive the depth, and 
 sometimes the ferocity, of its fury. We were 
 thrown upon God for his protecting and sustaining 
 mercy. The records in some of the memorial 
 pages of our history are instructive and impressive, 
 both for warning and encouragement: 
 
 In order to know how much might have been seen by 
 the lightning at midnight, and amidst the storm, you must 
 have been yourself in the midnight and the storm, and 
 you would never have forgotten that which you beheld. 
 What is so engraven on the soul is there forever, by the 
 lightning burned in. 
 
 Each contrite prayer, ascending swift to God, 
 Reflects new light from his divine abode, 
 And keeps Love's rays transfiguring still with glory 
 The cares and strifes of all our earthly story ; 
 Flames of such Love from many altars shining, 
 The presence of a Saviour's grace divining 
 When elsewhere all seemed deepening in the gloom. 
 With lines of shadow darkening o'er the tomb. 
 
 One heavenward thought, however slight or brief, 
 Hath power to give the burdened soul relief ; 
 
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 Incense of golden fire rising to heaven. 
 With every heartfelt aspiration given, 
 E'en midst the working of unholy leaven ! 
 Oh the dear blessing of the Mercy-seat I 
 Permitted there our loving Lord to meet, 
 And cast our burthens at his sacred feet ! 
 
 The weapons of our warfare were not carnal, 
 but mighty through God to the pulHng down of 
 strongholds, and bringing into captivity every 
 thought to the obedience of Christ; so that he 
 who would glory might glory in the Lord. One 
 of its memorials, addressed to the Church for vic- 
 tory, may be read in the following symbolical 
 description of the triumphs of God's truth, in the 
 sublimity of its universal freedom: 
 
 Dear old Seventy-four ! we rejoice that you are still 
 sailing grandly through storms, cyclones, snow-drifts, and 
 scenes of crystallized glory, and through all these portents, 
 the Celestial Country ever in view. 
 
 Her flag floats upward to the skies, 
 Look how the starry ensigns rise ! 
 
 Her burnished guns, in peaceful guise, 
 Shine like the gates of Paradise. 
 
 Think of a seventy-four gunship carrying neither 
 powder nor shot ! Oh, but she is an angel with wings 
 brought from Paradise, and carrying only the blessings of 
 Celestial Peace ; steering for the Harbor of Eternal Bless- 
 edness and Rest, on her return voyage after centuries of 
 storms and hurricanes ; and as safe and sound as the Ark 
 
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 of Mercy when it first grounded on the slopes of Ararat, 
 awaiting there the promise of a new spiritual World 
 and Resurrection, when Time shall have been lost in 
 Eternity. 
 
 See how those starry emblems rise, 
 
 Freedom's dear symbols to our eyes ! 
 
 But we descend from such surpassing glory. 
 
 Into the bosom of the gospel story, 
 
 The common scenes of our own homely life. 
 
 Rejoicing that the household where you reign 
 
 Is sweetly sheltered from discordant pain ; 
 
 The only witness of a storm at sea, 
 
 Some branches broken from the Christmas tree ! 
 
 On the evening of the Sabbath of May 16, 1858, 
 it was my privilege to preach a discourse, espe- 
 cially to the young people of my church and of 
 the community, on the example, character, and 
 death of young Dudley A. Tyng, the honored 
 and beloved pastor of an Episcopal Church in 
 Philadelphia. 
 
 His faithfulness in rebuking the great iniquity of 
 slavery, and defending the claims of the colored 
 race to the same freedom of country and of con- 
 science given to us by God, — Barbarian, Scythian, 
 bond or free, — was an example of integrity, power, 
 and true patriotism in the pulpit, in application of 
 the Word of God against our great national sins, 
 that we could not conscientiously leave misinter- 
 preted, or diminished of its sacredness, — as in some 
 
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 respects had been done in the quoting of his words, 
 "Father, stand np for Jesus ;" meaning, beyond 
 all question, " Plead, in Jesus' name, the cause of 
 the oppressed, and defend the freedom of them 
 that are in bonds, as bound also with them." 
 
 Accompanying Dr. Tyng's letter, requesting so 
 kindly the publication of the sermon, we present 
 a letter from a dear faithful member of my own 
 church, Mrs. M. Abernethy, describing young Mr. 
 Tyng's Address before the Young Men's Christian 
 Association, on the " Duty of the Clergy as the 
 Standard-bearers of the Church." 
 
 Dr. Cheever : 
 
 Dear Sir, — I had the pleasure of listening to the last 
 public address, as I believe, which was made by the Rev. 
 Mr. Tyng, in this city. It was at the tea-drinking of the 
 Young Men's Christian Association last autumn. 
 
 He spoke to the sentiment to which you were expected 
 to have spoken, " The Clergy the Standard-bearers of the 
 Church." 
 
 He commenced by saying, that when a standard-bearer 
 fell in battle, or failed from any cause, it was the duty of 
 another to take up the standard and bear it in his place. 
 He was called upon to take up the standard which another 
 should have borne this evening, — one who would have 
 borne it more worthily than he. 
 
 It was the duty of a standard-bearer to fold his arms 
 about the standard, march in the forefront of the battle, 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 2.11 
 
 face the hottest, most raking fire, and firmly plant hi* 
 standard on the highest point. To march in this way, 
 pinioned as it were, without opportunity to use any 
 weapons of defence, required valor, bravery of the highest 
 order. If he was faithful to his trust, faithful brave men 
 would rally around, and with love and enthusiasm protect 
 him and the standard as well. 
 
 So the clergy, the standard-bearers of the Church, 
 should take the truth of God, just as it is, the whole 
 truth, and bear it aloft, in the front of the people, not 
 falling behind, but leading on the armies of the living 
 God. 
 
 Then, in glowing and fervid eloquence, he spoke of the 
 manner in which the standard-bearer whose place Jie had 
 taken had marched forth in the strength of his Master, 
 bearing the standard aloft, fearless and bold amid oppos- 
 ing hosts. " When," said he, " was it ever known that 
 when a standard-bearer of the Church had been thus 
 faithful to his trust, a loving people had failed to fold 
 their arms about him, and guard and defend him from 
 the assaults of his foes ? " Here he paid a grateful 
 tribute to those who had sustained this standard-bearer, 
 and closed by exclaiming, " While the flag remains nailed 
 to the mast at Union Square, no standard-bearer of the 
 Cross need fear to declare the whole counsel of God." 
 
 Never shall I forget his appearance that evening. His 
 countenance was radiant with the light of heavenly truth. 
 I scarcely think Stephen could have looked more like an 
 angel. He was standing up for Jesus, in his poor de- 
 spised little ones ; and with the dew and freshness of his 
 youth upon him, he stood as a brave soldier would have 
 
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 done before the cannon's mouth, fearless and undaunted 
 bearing his final testimony in this city to the truth for 
 which he had staked his reputation and his all. 
 
 Very truly yours, M. A. 
 
 The following letter from Dr. Tyng is a deeply 
 interesting record of his own views as to the faith- 
 ful steadfastness of his beloved son in his ministra- 
 tions of the Gospel of Christ, against all violations 
 of Christian charity and liberty. It was to us all 
 a very precious testimonial. 
 
 St. George's Rectory, May 17, 1858. 
 
 Rev." and dear Brother, — I felt it a great privilege 
 to listen to your discourse last evening upon the character 
 of my beloved son ; and a very great honor that you 
 should have been led, in your own view of personal duty, 
 to give such marked distinction to one so young, and a 
 minister not of your own portion of our Lord's household 
 of faith. I rejoiced to have you bring out the fact so 
 prominently, that it was not as a tribute to his talents, or 
 gifts of any kind, that such public attention and respect 
 had been drawn to him, but as an acknowledgment of 
 that grace which had enabled him to plead for the op- 
 pressed, and to rebuke the oppressor, and to accept and 
 improve the privilege of suffering for the name of Christ. 
 
 The truth of this view cannot be doubted. And it may 
 serve as a precious encouragement to. our young men, 
 and especially in the ministry, to remember that they who 
 honor God, God will also honor. That his lamented de- 
 parture will so b? blessed and acknowledged of God; I 
 
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 cannot doubt. And while I must rejoice in all the bless- 
 ings which God will thus bring out of this dispensation of 
 sorrow to me, I do feel especially grateful to you for your 
 noble and disinterested eulogy upon the character and 
 course of conduct which our gracious Saviour enabled 
 him to display. And in the hope that your discourse 
 may be made useful to others in the encouragement of 
 them to fideUty and boldness in " Standing up for Jesus," 
 I beg you to allow me the privilege of publishing it imme- 
 diately. 
 
 I am, with the utmost regard and fraternal affection, 
 Your friend and brother in our Lord Jesus Christ, 
 
 Stephen H. Tyng. 
 Rev. George B. Cheevee, D.D. 
 
 It is but just that this letter should be accom- 
 panied by a previous record of the tribute of the 
 young men of our church to the memory of the 
 young minister of Christ, so suddenly snatched 
 from his work on earth to its reward in heaven. 
 
 THE LATE DUDLEY A. TYNG. 
 
 A TRIBUTE TO HIS MEMORY FROM THE YOUNG MEN OF THE 
 CHURCH OF THE PURITANS. 
 
 Sad and unlooked-for intelligence has reached us. Our 
 Heavenly Father, in his inscrutable wisdom, has seen fit 
 to strike down, in the midst of his usefulness, one whom 
 we claimed as a brother beloved, — oue who was a true 
 representative of the moral, independent, freedom-loving 
 young men of our country ,; a recognized leader of those 
 
214 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 who have resolved, at whatever sacrifice, to maintain the 
 freedom of the pulpit against the demoralizing influence 
 of a time- serving compromise with sin ; a Christian hero, 
 who acted a noble part in the great conflict which was 
 fought in his own church, and in which, though overcome 
 by the power of the pew-interest, he was sustained by his 
 dear people and gained a glorious victory for truth and 
 righteousness. Just as he emerged from the smoke of 
 the battle-field, from which he came forth unscathed; 
 just as the din of the conflict had ceased ; just as the 
 clouds which had hung over that scene of strife were dis- 
 persed, the Angel of the Lord met him, and a voice from 
 Heaven said sweetly in his ear, — 
 
 " Soldier of Christ, well done ; 
 Rest from thy loved employ; 
 The battle fought, the victory won, 
 Enter thy Master's joy," 
 
 And so the brave, the high-minded and noble-hearted 
 Dudley A. Tyng has gone from us to purer realms. He 
 has laid aside his " tenement of clay " and put on the 
 robes of a glorious immortality. He has left the Church 
 militant, where he fought faithfully the battles of the Lord, 
 to join the Church triumphant, where his heart will ever 
 be attuned to songs of redeeming love. His memory 
 will be cherished by every friend of Freedom and of a 
 free Gospel throughout the land. But we, as young men 
 of the Church of the Puritans, owe to it a special tribute. 
 Co-workers and fellow-sufferers in the same great cause, 
 we can never forget the cheering token he gave us of his 
 sympathy and love, in one of his latest appearances in this 
 city, when, with a magnanimity which entirely overlooked 
 
FAITH, HOPE, AND LOVE. 21? 
 
 all sectarian barriers and mere worldly considerations, he 
 selected as the object of his eulogy the Standard-bearer 
 of a free Gospel intrenched on Union Square. 
 
 How shall we show our appreciation of his virtues? 
 How shall we manifest our great grief? How shall we ex- 
 press our sense of the loss which we, and the Church at 
 large, and this nation, and the world have sustained in the 
 removal of this favorite of Heaven ? Not by words alone, 
 nor by tears alone, though without them the heart would 
 break, but by striving to catch his spirit and to follow 
 his bright example. This is the tribute which we bring to 
 his memory. We will be " up and doing, and acquit our- 
 selves hke men." Those principles which he so strenu- 
 ously advocated shall be maintained by us at all hazards. 
 We will more closely rally around our own faithful stand- 
 ard-bearer. We will cheer his heart and strengthen his 
 hands ; and with him we '11 never give o'er, until the great 
 battle is ended, or we are called to our reward. We will 
 resist every aggression upon the freedom of the pulpit, 
 either in our own church or elsewhere, and will allow no 
 spurious feelings of charity to make us false to this great 
 principle. The sudden death of our beloved and lamented 
 brother calls us to renewed activity and diligence in our 
 Master's service. 
 
 We will obey the call, and wherever we go, and in all 
 circumstances, we will take heed to his dying admonition, 
 " Stand up for Jesus," "Stand up for Jesus ! " Interpret- 
 ing this charge by the light of his own example, and giving 
 it ite fullest import, we will stand up for Jesus by obedi- 
 ence to his laws. We will stand up for Jesus by the confes- 
 sion of his truth. We will stand up for Jesus by pleading 
 
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 for those who are bound by the galling chains of slavery, 
 and by pleading with those who are in bondage to sin, 
 to Satan, and the world. This is the tribute of our 
 hearts. 
 
 Adopted at a meeting of the young men of the Church 
 of the Puritans, on Tuesday evening. May 4, 1858, and 
 ordered to be published in the " New York Tribune.'' 
 
 Edwin West, Chairman. 
 Theodore D. Warren, Secretary. 
 
 The deep interest felt by Mrs. Cheever, as 
 expressed in her letter in regard to the stupen- 
 ous conflict, was felt by very many of our fellow- 
 citizens, as indicated by their request for public 
 meetings, and found expression in such letters, 
 as that of Mr. Means. 
 
 Letter to Rev. Dr. Cheever, from Mr. Means of Andover, 
 
 on Slavery. 
 My dear Sir: 
 
 I am prompted by a good motive, I trust, to say 
 that I have been exceedingly interested in your sermons 
 and articles on the Dred Scott decision, and on Slavery 
 generally. If it can be of any comfort to you, I say that 
 I " glorify God on your behalf." During the short time I 
 spent in New York, I was a constant attendant on your 
 preaching, with my family, to our great edification and 
 pleasure. We often speak of your sermons and prayers 
 then as a privilege which we can hardly expect to 
 
p-AtTIi, HdP£, AND LoVE. ill 
 
 have renewed in all respects during our earthly pilgrim- 
 age — unless, indeed, we should again live where we could 
 attends your meetings. 
 
 I am well aware that you know how to suffer as well 
 as preach. May God give you the continuing grace, and 
 bring your adversaries, whether in or out of the church, 
 to repentance or confusion, or both ! 
 
 As you can neither need ray congratulations nor con- 
 dolence, I have no title to put you to the trouble of read- 
 ing this. But if you will think that any suggestion of mine 
 is worth attention please to cast your eye over the follow- 
 ing thoughts : 
 
 1st. The Slave power, notwithstanding recent victo- 
 ries, is trembling with apprehension, and justly. 
 
 2d. The whole Antislavery public is anxious to have 
 a clear vision of the ultimate issue of the struggle in our 
 country. We believe the victory will be ours, but we 
 wish and need to be told how it is to be. 
 
 3d. You, yourself, probably have a distinct idea (pro- 
 phetic) of the way, or alternative ways, in which God will 
 give the triumph to the North and freedom, and thus save 
 both North and South for His glory. 
 
 4th. Nothing could more tend to expedite the right 
 result than a continual proclamation of triumph to free- 
 dom, in some of the several probable ways. It would add 
 additional dismay to the hosts of the Southern Devil, and 
 nerve the hearts of all Northern Christians. 
 
 Therefore, finally, it would seem most expedient that 
 our minds dwell on such themes as these, " Because he 
 knew his time was short," and generally on the encourage- 
 ments to believe that we shall fairly beat them, and rescue 
 this fair heritage from their machinations. We are in 
 danger of thinking that God will overwhelm the whole 
 nation in ruin because of the wickedness of the Slave 
 power. I do not apprehend it. The last few years have 
 been years of triumph to the right side. What is the ini- 
 q\iitous decision of Taney set against the roused public 
 sentiment of many States, which practically nullifies it? 
 
2i8 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 Nothing. I beg a thousand pardons, my dear Christian 
 brother, for venturing to write thus to you. But you will 
 not talce it amiss, while I assure you that I daily thank God 
 for your course of faithfulness, and pray that no set of men 
 may avail to disturb you. 
 
 Sincerely and respectfully and affectionately, your 
 brother in Christ, 
 
 James Means. 
 
 Andover, May 31, 1857. 
 
 An Aroused Community calling for the Proclamation of 
 Golfs Truth against the Blighting Curse of Slavery. 
 
 Rev. Geo. B. Cheever. 
 
 Dear Sir: We, your fellow-citizens, have been deeply 
 interested in those especial labors in which you have 
 been prominently engaged during the last two or three 
 years, with reference to American Slavery. Without 
 having heard or carefully read all you have preached 
 or written on this subject, we know generally that your 
 labors have eminently tended to establish these truths. 
 First, that the Word of God in no degree countenances 
 any system, usage, or institution essentially resembling 
 that Slavery which exists throughout a large portion 
 of our own country ; secondly, that Christianity is 
 essentially, vitally, irreconcilably, at war with such Slavery, 
 and that any true and pure Church is necessarily its antag- 
 onist ; thirdly, that it is the imperative duty of the organ- 
 ized Christianity of our land to war against such Slavery 
 systematically, untiringly, uncompromisingly, so long as 
 the iniquity shall continue to exist. We, therefore, in tes- 
 timony of our profound appreciation of your labors and 
 sacrifices in the cause of Christian Purity and National 
 Righteousness, respectfully invite you to repeat, at such 
 early day as your convenience may suggest one or more 
 of your recent discourses on the subjects just indicated, in 
 the great Hall of the Cooper Institute, where some thou- 
 
FAITH, HOPE. AND LOVE. 219 
 
 sands of our fellow-citizens may share with us the interest 
 and profit of hearing you. 
 
 We are, with profound esteem, yours, 
 
 Horace Greeley, A. W. Morgan, 
 
 John Jay, E. W. Chester, 
 
 Wm. Curtis Noyes, (Prof.) Benj.N. Martin, 
 
 James Humphrey, Wm. Allen Butler, 
 
 Wm. M. Evarts, John W. Edmonds, 
 
 Edgar Ketchum, S. P. Townsend, 
 
 R. H. McCurdy, Oliver Johnson, 
 
 (Rev.) E. H. Chapin, Edwin West, M.D., 
 
 Charles W. Elliott, Simeon Draper, 
 
 T. B. Stillman, Edward Gilbert, 
 
 Benj. F. Manierre, (ExGov.) Myron H.Clark, 
 
 (Rev.)A. H.Burlingham, Joseph Hoxie, 
 
 R. Hildreth, Samuel Sinclair, 
 
 Dexter Fairbank, Franklin J. Ottarson, 
 
 Sydney H. Gay, John F. Cleveland, 
 
 (Rev.) T. Bourne, Charles T. Congdon, 
 
 C. A. Dana, James O. Bennett, 
 
 Geo. W. Curtis, James Fairman, 
 
 Henry A. Hartt, M.D., Henry Ward Beecher. 
 
ANNIVERSARY AND MISCELLANEOUS 
 POEMS 
 
INTRODUCTORY TO THE POEMS. 
 
 The preceding chapters are introductory to the 
 Memorial and Miscellaneous Poems now presented. 
 Many of these had been arranged by my beloved 
 wife to be gifts of affection for very dear friends, 
 for whom she had consented, in compliance with 
 their wishes, so to prepare them. The history of 
 events referred to in them, occurring in the course 
 of the years over which they extend, will be found 
 in succeeding chapters, together with letters illus- 
 trating the conflicts as well as the peaceful happy 
 scenes through which our pilgrimage was merci- 
 fully guided. 
 
 " Train up a child in the way he should go, 
 and when he is old he will not depart from it." 
 (Prov. xxii. 6). The old age of his nature will be 
 as fresh and radiant as " the dew of his youth." 
 In Isaiah Ixv. 20, 23, it is said, in reference to 
 the obedience of a whole nation under the teach- 
 ings of God's law from generation to generation, 
 
 3 
 
4 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 and with the consequent Divine blessing upon such 
 a race, that " the child shall die a hundred years 
 old ; " he will always be a child, with the sim- 
 plicity, sweetness, and confiding reliance of infancy, 
 combined with all the acquisitions of wisdom and 
 experience. We sometimes see these marvellous 
 combinations and realities in the earliest child- 
 hood ; and the Holy Spirit declares that such shall 
 be " the seed of the blessed of the Lord, and 
 their offspring with them." 
 
 Now, a hundred years in our day are the com- 
 pass of three generations, and an uninterrupted 
 education of the children " in the nurture and 
 admonition of the Lord " would make such gen- 
 erations the creators and governors, the represen- 
 tatives and senators of a race "whose days on 
 earth shall be as the days of heaven." Such an 
 education would thus realize Saint John's descrip- 
 tions of the new heavens, with the new earth, and 
 the Holy City, New Jerusalem, coming down from 
 God out of heaven, as a bride adorned for her 
 husband. The whole earth would be God's Holy 
 Mountain, a City of Truth, a New Jerusalem, 
 with the streets of the city so holy and happy, 
 " that the city shall be full of boys and girls play- 
 ing in the streets thereof." Paris, London, Berlin, 
 Moscow, Pekin, Cairo, Copenhagen, Boston, New 
 
INTRODUCTORY TO THE POEMS. 5 
 
 York, Chicago, might each become such a New 
 Jerusalem, the mighty pulsating heart of such 
 empires, if only this one command of our Bles- 
 sed Lord were obeyed and carried out from cen- 
 tre to circumference, by governments and people, 
 — this one requirement, " Suffer the little children, 
 and forbid them not, to come unto me, for of such 
 is the kingdom of heaven." Such a childlike 
 nature from infancy becomes, in the man, an in- 
 dwelling of Christ himself perpetuated ; " and the 
 poor among men shall rejoice in the Holy One 
 of Israel." 
 
 It is said in Isaiah xi. 6, " And a little child 
 shall lead them ; " shall inspire and govern all 
 human society. The natures of the wolf and the 
 lamb, the leopard and the kid, the cow and the 
 bear, the calf and the young lion, are interfused, 
 transfigured, unified, into the same essence of 
 purity, kindness, tenderness, compassion, and love< 
 Innocence and guileless simplicity may thus be 
 the most discerning and effective of all qualities of 
 mind and heart; the very life and brightening of 
 highest genius ; the omnipotence and omnipres- 
 ence of love; a ceaseless unconscious breathing 
 and benediction of the air of heaven. 
 
 So quiet, gentle, unassuming, were the fountains 
 of tender sympathy and religious principle devel- 
 
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 oped in the character of the subject of these 
 sketches. So it came about that the protection 
 of the poor and oppressed; compassion for the 
 sick and for those in prison, and for orphans; 
 the hallowing and keeping of God's Sabbath; 
 the redemption of the human race from the curse 
 of intemperance ; the freedom of the millions 
 enslaved, and the security of all their rights, as 
 of our own; and the right of the Bible in our 
 schools for all classes at home, and for all man- 
 kind abroad that might by God's providence flock 
 to our shores ; — all these things, so often regarded 
 as the idiosyncrasies of a reformer, were in her as 
 natural and childlike as the flowers in Eden. 
 
 Indeed, the deepest and most perplexing prob- 
 lems of our national policy and perils were as 
 naturally contemplated, and their benevolent so- 
 lutions enjoyed, as the exquisite scenes and splen- 
 dors of sunrise and sunset, or the succession of 
 tempests and rainbows, clouds and showers, in 
 the expanse of heaven. "Thou makest the out- 
 goings of the morning and evening to rejoice." 
 Their blessings drop upon the pastures of the 
 wilderness, and the little fields rejoice on every 
 side. " Truth shall spring out of the earth, and 
 righteousness shall look down from heaven," that 
 glory may dwell in our land. 
 
INTRODUCTORY TO THE POEMS. 7 
 
 No astronomer or botanist or seed-merchant 
 or agriculturist can do such things, or even ana- 
 lyze or combine the elements necessary for such 
 products, though the life of a nation depended 
 thereupon. As the problems and demonstrations 
 of Euclid grew out of his own reasoning intelli- 
 gence, and not from any rules or examples from 
 abroad, so do the demonstrations of a childlike 
 benevolence and gratitude spring up as the lilies 
 of the field, and no Solomon can create theit 
 seeds, or make them grow, or imagine or pre- 
 suppose their beauty. 
 
 The examples and legacies of freedom and 
 Prayer by our Puritan ancestors; their abhor- 
 rence and dread of the Roman Catholic despot- 
 ism, with its blasphemous claims of the infallibility 
 of the Pope, and the assumption of power and 
 authority by him and his priesthood of forgiving 
 all men's sins on the payment of money by the 
 sinner; the attempted overthrow of our own 
 country's liberties by such despotism; and the 
 Divine obligations upon the government and 
 people to secure through all generations a Chris- 
 tian education for our children by the uninter- 
 rupted teaching of the Bible in our public schools, 
 — these are not political questions, but spiritual, 
 sacred, all-controlling. The keeping of the Sab- 
 
8 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 bath, the freedom of the slaves, and the educa- 
 tion of all the children in the United States, by- 
 means of the Bible in the schools as well as in 
 our families, and for foreigners as well as the 
 home-born in America, were objects many enough 
 and large enough to occupy a lifetime. 
 
 These are essential elements of the early edu- 
 cation necessary for the salvation of our country. 
 But we cannot live even by such truths as mere 
 party dogmas. They must be native by the Holy 
 Spirit in the heart, inspiring and guiding the 
 affections and the consciences of men, women, 
 and children, in obedience to the Word of God 
 as the supreme governing law both of the gov- 
 ernment and the people. The privileges, trusts, 
 and duties thus sustained and practised from 
 generation to generation are not political party 
 questions, nor uncertain, but spiritual, sacred, 
 all-controlling, — our conversation, as Paul calls it 
 (Phil. iii. 20, 21), our citizenship or naturaliza- 
 tion for the kingdom of heaven under the reign 
 of Christ, " in whom all the building fitly framed 
 together groweth unto an holy temple in the 
 Lord, according to the working whereby he is 
 able to subdue all things unto himself" 
 
 In a thousand cases we see demonstrated the 
 power of early biases in the formation of the 
 
INTRODUCTORY TO THE POEMS. 9 
 
 whole character and conduct, which no subse- 
 quent instruction can remove or alter. " Give 
 me the ballads, and I care not who has the 
 making of the laws." The celebrated scientific 
 naturalist Linnaeus was the son of a Swedish 
 clergyman, who, though poor, possessed a small 
 garden filled with the loveliest floral productions 
 he could possibly collect. Into this flower-garden 
 he introduced his little son from infancy, and thus 
 created and instructed that absorbing passion in 
 the child that afterwards made him the most per- 
 fect botanist and naturalist in the world. 
 
 Now, if all Christian parents made their little 
 children thus dehghtfully familiar with what might 
 be called God's garden of character, sentiment, 
 opinion, and feeling, surrounding the soul as 
 sweetly and naturally with heavenly associations 
 as the little naturalist was surrounded with the 
 loveliest productions of Nature, how often would 
 the developments of early piety be manifested, 
 how constantly would the foundations be laid of 
 a truly religious character, attractive and benefi- 
 cent all through life ! " Walk in the light as He 
 is in the light, and ye shall be children of the 
 light." 
 
 The blessed protection and benevolent results 
 of such discipline in the case of the subject of 
 
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 these notices may be seen by a letter written by 
 her, while journeying in Europe under the care 
 of dear relatives, to her dear little brother at 
 home; herself even then but a child, yet mani- 
 festly taught by the Holy Spirit the things be- 
 longing to the kingdom of heaven. It reads as if 
 it were an artless Sermon on the Mount, out of the 
 mouth of babes and sucklings. It shows the pre- 
 ciousness of such an early education by the teach- 
 ings of the gospel of the love of Christ, so deeply 
 and spiritually engraved as never to be worn dim 
 or forgotten ; the cloud by day, the fire by night, 
 wherever might be the pilgrimage. 
 
 My dearest Brother Eddy, — I have just been read- 
 ing, my dear little brother, the fourth chapter of Mark, 
 the parable of the Sower, and think it will apply to 
 each one of us. Those on the stony ground I hope 
 will not be your case; that is, to hear the Word of 
 God, and to receive it with gladness for a while, but 
 when temptation or persecution ariseth for the Word's 
 sake, immediately to be offended. This should not be 
 the case with us. The Bible tells us to persevere 
 amidst all trials to the end of our life. We have every 
 encouragement. God beseeches us to do so. He 
 promises his Holy Spirit to them that ask for it; and 
 if we will submit to him he will guide us, empty our 
 hearts of selfishness, and make us heirs to the kingdom 
 • of heaven. 
 
INTRODUCTORY TO THE POEMS. 1 1 
 
 I hope you keep the Sabbath-day holy. Remember it 
 is God's command : thou shalt do no manner of work, 
 thou nor any other creature. Do not give up your good 
 resolution ; for if you neglect your duty once you will 
 again, and if you are constantly breaking it when you are 
 conscious that it is wrong, God may take his Holy Spirit 
 from you, and then you will be like Pharaoh, hardened in 
 your feelings, and at last perish. Oh, I hope this will not 
 be your fate ! You ought to persevere, and be thankful 
 that you have been still able to understand your duty. 
 
 It was a year in July that you first made your good 
 resolutions. Do you remember? You told me that you 
 had begun to do better. Now do persevere, and let not 
 Satan get hold of you. You must be on the watch, and 
 pray that you may be kept from temptation. Do your 
 duty in all things. Govern your temper and tongue. 
 Do not say a word against a person, neither feel any 
 hatred in your heart ; if so, pray to God to forgive, and to 
 cause you to be better. Ask him to empty your heart of 
 all evil, and to make you do to everybody as you would 
 be done by. 
 
 Be kind to the poor ; feel for all ; and when you can 
 give to them, do not spend your money foohshly, in such 
 things as will do you no good, but for a practice of self- 
 denial and to please God. When you do not indulge in 
 selfish feelings, I think it will be of more satisfaction to 
 give ; although sometimes it will require much effort on 
 your part at first ; but never, if you can help it, give when 
 it is against your will. 
 
 The Bible says. If you have much, give plenteously ; if 
 little, give of that little ; but always_bestow willingly, and 
 
12 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 do it as you would wish one would give you if you were 
 in their place. God says he loves a cheerful giver. The 
 Bible commands us to do things when sometimes con- 
 trary to our will ; but as we are so stubborn, our will must 
 be subdued, and tlierefore when we sacrifice our pleasure 
 to obey God it is more pleasing ; and when we do thus, 
 it is more liked by God than if it were our natural dispo- 
 sition, because it is for the glory of God, and shows his 
 power in our hearts. There is a passage in Scripture also 
 I will write you. A man went to Christ and asked what 
 he should do to inherit Eternal Life. Jesus told him to 
 keep the commandments. He said he had kept them 
 from his youth up. The Saviour told him, " One thing 
 thou lackest. Sell all thou hast, and give to the poor, 
 and thou shalt have treasure in heaven ; " and so you 
 are to follow him, your Saviour. The man was very 
 sorrowful, for he had great riches. But remember, on 
 the other hand, the rich man who thought only of this 
 life would not give to Lazarus, the beggar. What was 
 his condition in the other world ? Christ requires us to 
 lay up our treasures in heaven ; " for where our treasure 
 is, our heart is there also." We cannot love God if we 
 love our money, neither can we serve him as we ought. 
 Riches will be of no profit in a dying hour ; and then, 
 can we expect God's mercy, if we neglect him now when 
 he is calling us? 
 
 Above all things, do not let any one persuade you to 
 neglect your duty. Do not be governed by any opinion 
 of others. Go to your Bible. Persons will endeavor to 
 convince you that their opinions are right on the subject 
 before them, — for la-i tar. ce, what they suppose is right or 
 
INTRODUCTORY TO THE POEMS. 1 3 
 
 wrong; but do not trust to erring man. Look to God. 
 Go to your Bible. For you know that unless a man be 
 humble so as to receive the kingdom of God as a little 
 child, he cannot enter the kingdom of heaven. It is God 
 who gives us all the good desires that we have ; and 
 so, if your neighbor does things that are not right, don't 
 you ; neither think as others may, without first going to 
 your Bible and thoroughly examining the truth for your- 
 self. You must be taught of God, in order to please him. 
 
 Do not listen to slander. If a person says anything 
 against another person, do not believe it until you have 
 had full proof that you can trust what he says, and that it 
 was not pi-ejudice which induced him to speak ill of the 
 individual. 
 
 Never circulate reports, or bear false witness against 
 your neighbor ; neither covet what belongs to another, 
 but be content with what you have, and always thank God 
 for bestowing upon you all earthly blessings. Sometimes 
 I wish for things I can't have ; but when I find myself 
 breaking the commandment, I feel wretchedly to think I 
 will allow myself to stoop to such a mean thing, and to 
 break God's command. 
 
 I will send you by this packet if I can, or shall the 
 first opportunity, two games, — one called the interrogatory 
 game of England, and one on useful knowledge. They 
 are very amusing and instructive, and you must play them 
 when you have leisure. One game is historical. There 
 are books to teach them. George will show you how, 
 and play them with you, and you will gain a great deal of 
 information thereby. When you understand these, I will 
 send you soine others. 
 
14 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 Be a good boy, and stick to your good resolutions like 
 a man. Do not forget your sister's advice, and mind all 
 those older. Be obedient to your parents, kind to your 
 brothers and sisters. Never get cross or peevish; it 
 shows such a weak mind, and is disobeying God. 
 
 Do not tell falsehoods, for that is dreadful. Keep the 
 Sabbath. Neither play nor make a noise on that day, 
 but go to church, and do your duty both towards God 
 and man. Do not take oaths. Study, and obey your 
 master, your teacher. Do not be cross and ugly, but 
 strive to do well, and you will be rewarded hereafter with 
 blessings innumerable, and be happy through eternity. 
 Good-by, my dear little brother ; I shall always love and 
 remember you in my petitions to God. 
 
 Sunday is most dreadfully desecrated here. I have 
 seen persons who told me they play cards for money 
 on Sunday, both ladies and gentlemen, and it is a day 
 for sport ; I go to church, and hear excellent preaching, 
 truly evangelical. 
 
 Thus this youthful teacher of Christ's mercy 
 could write from Paris; her deepest anxiety for 
 the dear object of her affections being that he 
 might, by the discipline of such early sorrow, be 
 prepared for the Sabbath of eternal rest and bles- 
 sedness in heaven. 
 
 The tender, prayerful, loving care of this dear 
 invalid brother, through all his sufferings and 
 trials, mental and spiritual, was resumed on her 
 return from Europe, and was as the ministration 
 
INTRODUCTORY TO THE POEMS. IJ 
 
 of guardian angels, with the consolations of the 
 Holy Spirit mercifully granted in the presence of 
 the Saviour, even unto death. And so a bruised 
 reed will he not break, and the smoking flax 
 shall he not quench, because he was bruised for 
 our iniquities, that he might bind up the broken- 
 hearted and comfort all that mourn, and clothe 
 them with the garment of praise for the spirit of 
 heaviness. 
 
 It would require volumes to describe the 
 beauty, preciousness, and power of patient and 
 tender love in a religious education, and the cer- 
 tainty of the blessing of God in Christ attendant 
 upon it, through the Holy Spirit the Comforter, 
 thus taking of the things that are Christ's and 
 showing them to the soul. These lessons are 
 sweetly illustrated by an incident in the life of 
 Rev. Henry. Venn, one of England's best minis- 
 ters of the Gospel. 
 
 One of his daughters married a widower with 
 a family of young children. These motherless 
 httle ones excited a strong interest in his heart, 
 and he took one of them, only three years old, 
 to his home, and endeavored to train up the 
 child for heaven. 
 
 The first thing he found in the way was that 
 the poor little one had a. terror of being in the 
 
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 dark. That very evening he took him by the 
 hand, and led him into his study, where the shut- 
 ters were closed, and seating him on his knee, 
 with his arm close around him, he told the timid 
 boy so wonderful a story out of the Bible as 
 made the child forget all beside. This practice 
 he repeated day by day, till the story in the 
 evening came to be anxiously expected. 
 
 "You will sit by my side to-day, John, and 
 hold my hands, while you hear a new Bible 
 story," said the venerable man, after many a 
 story had been told him on the knee ; " and to- 
 morrow you will like to sit by me without hold- 
 ing my hand at all, will you not?" This point 
 once gained, a seat at a little distance was chosen, 
 still in the dark; then one opposite; then one 
 at the farthest end of the study ; till before winter 
 closed the little one had entirely forgotten his 
 fears of the dark, nor did they at any period of 
 life ever recur to him. 
 
 The advice and instructions given by this dear 
 good grandfather to the child were never forgot- 
 ten, but were often quoted ; and though for a time 
 the boy threw off the restraints of religion, and 
 sought happiness in the world, the closing words 
 of his venerable teacher and loving friend were 
 never forgotten, and in after life were repeated 
 
INTRODUCTORY TO THE POEMS. If 
 
 to his children and grandchildren. " Remember, 
 little John, if anything could make heaven not 
 heaven to me, it would be the not having you 
 with me there." 
 
 God's blessing did assuredly follow that Chris- 
 tian teaching; and after a long life spent first 
 in actively doing good, and then in suffering his 
 Father's will, the little John rejoined his loved 
 and honored grandfather in the skies, frequently 
 saying, "When I get to heaven, how I shall 
 bless God for the early lessons of dear Henry 
 Venn ! " 
 
 " Do not be governed by any opinion of oth- 
 ers. Go TO YOUR Bible i " This advice is helm, 
 chart, and compass for the soul. 
 
 Connected with this, we add the following ex- 
 tract from one of Mrs. Cheever's child-letters, 
 many years later, to her dear little nephew Wyatt 
 Taylor : — 
 
 Dear little Wyatt, — I hope you are a good obe- 
 dient little boy, and do all you can to please your dear 
 mamma and papa, and will behave pretty to everybody, so 
 they will all love you as I do. I think all will love you, if 
 you are good and kind, and will not strike any one. No 
 one likes to be hurt with a whip, and I 'm sure dear little 
 Wyatt would not whip or hurt any one if he could help it. 
 Yesterday I was in the village, and whom do you think I 
 saw who inquired for that dear little boy Wyatt, and 
 
IS MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 
 when he was coming to Englewood? He has not for- 
 gotten your pretty bow. Your dear uncle loves you very 
 much. He said to-day that he hoped dear little Wyatt 
 would grow up a great and good man ; and Wyatt's aunty 
 hopes so too. You will grow a good man if you will not 
 let naughty Satan get into your heart. Ask God to keep 
 him from you, and he will, for he can chain him up, — 
 that bad old fellow, who is always trying to make children 
 naughty and disobedient. He wants everybody wicked 
 like himself, but the good God wants every one to be 
 good and happy ; so you must love God, and ask him 
 every day, on your knees, to make Wyatt good. 
 
ANNIVERSARY MEMORIAL POEMS. 
 
 THE LOVE THAT LASTS. 
 
 '' I "■ IS not a flower of instant growth, 
 -*- But from an unsuspected germ, 
 
 That lay within the hearts of both, 
 Assumes its everlasting form. 
 
 As daisy buds among the grass 
 
 With the same green do silent grow, 
 
 Nor maids nor boys that laughing pass 
 Can tell if they be flowers or no, 
 
 Till on some genial morn in May 
 Their timid, modest leaflets rise. 
 
 Disclosing beauties to the day 
 
 That strike the gazer with surprise; 
 
 19 
 
20 THE LOVE THAT LASTS. 
 
 So Soft, SO sweet, so mild, so holy, 
 So cheerful in obscurest shade. 
 
 So unpretending, meek, and lowly. 
 
 And yet the pride of each green glade : 
 
 So love doth spring, so love doth grow, 
 If it be such as never dies; 
 
 The bud just opens here below, 
 The flower blooms on in Paradise, 
 
THE LOVE THAT GROWS. 21 
 
 THE LOVE THAT GROWS. 
 
 THE love that lasts is love that grows, 
 A life that consecrates each hour; 
 As from the bud breaks forth the rose, 
 The sweet perfection of the flower. 
 
 With age afar, and time all young, 
 Hope boundeth as a flying fawn ; 
 
 Life's harp with joyous impulse strung, 
 And as the soaring lark its song. 
 
 The morning star foretells the dawn ; 
 
 Then, hidden by the blaze of light, 
 Beneath the veil of glory drawn. 
 
 It waits the ministry of night. 
 
 So doth our lovely rising star 
 
 Forth from the bosom of the deep 
 
 With undiminished ray afar 
 
 Its gentle watch above us keep. 
 
 Oh, love is like the morning star. 
 And dearer than the rosy dawn ; 
 
 Oh, love is like the evening star, 
 The promise of a brighter morn, — 
 
22 THE LOVE THAT GROWS. 
 
 The earnest of immortal day, 
 
 That all the singing orbs rehearse ; 
 
 When heaven and earth shall pass away, 
 A new-created universe. 
 
 There love's soft light serene abides, 
 Where every soul proclaims the word, 
 
 And in ecstatic glory hides. 
 
 Filled with the fulness of its God ! 
 
 And when the shades of evening fall. 
 And twilight veils the silent earth, 
 
 Then through the depths of ether call 
 The prophets of our heavenly birth ; 
 
 And through the boundless universe. 
 Resplendent in adoring spheres. 
 
 The angelic orbs of heaven disclose 
 The heirship of eternal years. 
 
 So, at the close of setting day. 
 Our star is that of endless love ; 
 
 To rise, when earth hath passed away. 
 Transcendent in the heavens above ! 
 
FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 23 
 
 1846. 
 
 WHEN Adam walked the new-made ground 
 Before the fall of Eve, 
 No sin in Paradise was found, 
 Nor aught the mind could grieve. 
 
 Angelic visitants were guests ; 
 
 The new-created pair, 
 Like them, engaged in God's behests, 
 
 Wore his perfection there. 
 
 It was the bliss of heaven on earth, 
 
 A life of perfect love. 
 That in its sweet but transient birth 
 
 Drew gazers from above. 
 
 And still the primal love of God 
 
 In holy wedlock shines. 
 According to his gracious word. 
 
 In veiled but heavenly lines. 
 
 And still, though from a world like this 
 
 The perfect take their flight. 
 That holy gift retains the bhss 
 
 Of Eden's first delight. 
 
24 FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 It is a gift whose heavenly grace 
 
 Is ever pure and true ; 
 It is a flower whose scent betrays 
 
 The region where it grew. 
 
 This flower, that breathes such sweet perfume 
 
 Where'er its leaflets stray, 
 Hath bloomed for us, and graced our home 
 
 E'er since our Wedding Day. 
 
SECOND 'ANNIVERSARY. 2$ 
 
 1847. 
 
 w 
 
 E 've wintered and summered two summers 
 
 ago,— 
 
 Four sejiarate seasons, twice over, we know ; 
 But the same loving weather continues to blow. 
 Through thunder and lightning, hail, rain, and snow. 
 
 Oh, the daisy buds open, but only in spring; 
 In the summer the robins and wood-pigeons sing; 
 In the autumn the birds of the forest take wing, 
 And the busy bees cease making honey till spring. 
 
 But love is a honey bee all the year long, 
 And a bird of the woods never ceasing its song, 
 And a wind from all quarters that never blows 
 
 wrong, 
 And a daisy in blossom that ever is strong; 
 
 And a brook in all climates that will have its ways. 
 And a book full of old-fashioned anthems of praise ; 
 And a voice that from discord can harmony raise, 
 Nor wearies of singing by nights or by days ; 
 
26 SECOND ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 And a nestler that never goes gadding about, 
 And a fire on the altar that never goes out, 
 And a spell putting all evil spirits to rout. 
 And a lore of economy never in doubt ; 
 
 And a season of weather as fine as can be, 
 And a star in the evening, delightful to see ; 
 And a wind that comes laden with fragrance to me 
 Like a breeze from the land to a sailor at sea. 
 
 Oh, winter and summer, where love 's in the air, 
 And autumn and spring are all fragrant and fair; 
 Earth loses her mantle of sadness and care, 
 And Eden is open to love and to prayer. 
 
THIRD ANNIVERSARY. 2y 
 
 1848.' 
 
 IN my wanderings o'er the earth, 
 Weary, desolate, and sad, 
 I have sometimes found the worth 
 Of a stone to make me glad. 
 
 Not a stone like that of old 
 Resting under Jacob's head. 
 
 Where, within his mantle rolled. 
 Heaven the Patriarch visited ; 
 
 Nor a stone like Rachel's tomb, 
 To the Patriarch's anguish given, 
 
 Telling, 'midst the gathering gloom, 
 Of a saint gone up to heaven ; 
 
 Nor like those pressed by the feet. 
 From which, in the earth's cold bed, 
 
 God could raise, if he saw meet, 
 Children to the faithful dead ; 
 
 ' These verses were accompanied with a brooch, the precious brilliant 
 stone of which was found by me, several years before my marriage, beneath 
 the ruins of the Temple of Karnak in Thebes. 
 
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28 THIRD ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Nor a stone that when I saw 
 Knew I what the pebble meant, 
 
 Neither by what loving law 
 I to gather it was sent ; 
 
 Nor that, when for years it lay 
 Meaningless, neglected, by, 
 
 Aught possessed, that one could say 
 Shone with any sacred tie, — 
 
 With a feeling of the heart. 
 With a dream of future good, 
 
 With a fore-known better part. 
 In my earthly solitude : 
 
 Yet a stone that now I see 
 Had a prophecy of bliss. 
 
 Must have been designed for me. 
 In the world that governs this. 
 
 Wonderful ! that when it lay 
 By old Thebes' colossal piles, 
 
 Ages covered from the day, 
 
 'Midst stupendous frowning aisles. 
 
 It should there connected be 
 With the dearest gift for praise, 
 
 Unknown, even in dreams to me. 
 In the heart of future days; 
 
THIRD Anniversary. ^g 
 
 There, where Sphynxed avenues 
 Lead to deep and awful shrines, 
 
 And the darkening spirit views 
 Still in supernatural lines 
 
 Those mysterious sculptured swarms 
 
 Of the grim Egyptian brood. 
 And the dreadful demon forms 
 
 Of the world before the flood, — 
 
 There within the deepest gloom 
 Karnak's shadows o'er me spread, 
 
 Rose a prayer from Egypt's tomb 
 For those regions of the dead. 
 
 Then this old Egyptian stone 
 
 Met my sad but careless eye ; 
 Rough, unpolished, small, alone. 
 
 Kept for me I know not why : 
 
 But I know there may be hid. 
 
 In the smallest things of earth, 
 Talismanic powers to bid 
 
 Vast sequences into birth. 
 
 'T is an emblem, polished, bright. 
 How in earthly form may shine. 
 
 Lasting, gentle, Heaven's own hght, 
 Unpretending but divine. ' 
 
30 THIRD ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 So, dear Love, I give it thee. 
 Thou the dearest gift of life ! 
 
 This bright stone was given to me 
 For my loved, my loving wife. 
 
 It may keep when summer leaves 
 The last time have dropped away; 
 
 It may keep when autumn weaves 
 Her last chaplet of decay : 
 
 But our love outlasts the earth; 
 
 So upon celestial wing 
 Up to God, who gave it birth. 
 
 Daily shall it grateful spring. 
 
 From this holy Sabbath hour, 
 Sacred principle of Heaven, 
 
 It shall prove our shield and power. 
 Fresh as when it first was given. 
 
FOURTH ANNIVERSARY. 31 
 
 1849/ 
 
 IF all the flowers of earth were mine, 
 And all intent on my design ; 
 If all the seasons of the year 
 Could bring their varied treasures here ; 
 If I could, by my waving hand, 
 The ppwers of either pole command ; 
 If all the children of the sun, 
 And all his light ne'er shines upon. 
 By mountain top, in ocean caves. 
 Chilled by the snow, beat by the waves, 
 Were ministers at my control. 
 To meet the wishes of my soul, — 
 I know not. Dearest, what could prove 
 An offering worthy of thy love. 
 
 The secrets of the deep should be 
 Unlocked and ransacked all for thee, 
 And I would gather all that grows, — 
 From mountain daisies to the rose ; 
 The tiniest microscopic flower. 
 That springs and withers in an hour, 
 
 1 With a budding primrose. 
 
32 POURTH ANA'IVMRSAKV. 
 
 And that for which kind Nature's tears 
 Have wept unseen a hundred years ; 
 The everlasting purple bloom, 
 That fills the Orient with perfume ; 
 And that in soft Italian vales, 
 Whose nightly blossom never fails; 
 And that which on Hymettus' top 
 In sweetest honey dew doth drop ; 
 And that for which Chamouny's bees 
 Fly o'er the Alpine frozen seas. 
 
 If there be blossoming shrubs that grow 
 With Iceland moss beneath the snow; 
 If there be blossoms, fed by fire, 
 Whose life volcanic streams inspire, — 
 These all should spread their wild array 
 With those that open to the day. 
 
 All that the Persian maiden loves 
 In orange or acacia groves ; 
 All that the Indian daughters wear 
 Tied in the fillets of their hair; 
 And all that in the Eastern Isles 
 Wake laughing in the sun's glad smiles, 
 And pour upon the lingering breeze 
 Their spicy odors o'er the seas ; 
 All that in beds of garden mould 
 Their cherished loveliness unfold, 
 And all that in the forest hide 
 Their beauty from the eye of pride, 
 
FOURTH ANNIVERSARY. H 
 
 Or breathe perpetual fragrance round, 
 Where never trace of life was found ; 
 Or shed in wild Arabian air 
 An unregarded sweetness, where 
 There's neither pilgrim on his way, 
 Nor bird to sing, nor man to pray. 
 
 But who could count from wreaths like these, 
 With all the fruit of Eden's trees 
 And all the wondrous plants of ocean. 
 The worth of one true heart's devotion. 
 Or weave a gift, by earthly art, 
 To match one sigh from such a heart? 
 
 Thus, Dearest, I can never bring 
 To thee a worthy offering; 
 But what I bring thou 'It kindly take, 
 And think 't is worthy for my sake. 
 If I a primrose bring to thee, 
 A primrose only 't will not be ; 
 But cherished as a mark of love. 
 Of hidden virtue, it shall prove 
 To bless and cheer full many an hour. 
 When costlier things have lost their power. 
 
 Perhaps thou 'It say a book bestowed 
 The offering to the season owed 
 Had better symbolized and paid, 
 Than a pale gentle flower, arrayed 
 Not in the summer's bridal dress, 
 But autumn's graver loveliness. 
 
34 FOURTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 But flowers are books, the sweetest leaves 
 That Nature's wisdom ever weaves, 
 And wise and gentle hearts we need, 
 Their deep and varied lore to read ; 
 Some melancholy lessons, too, 
 We would not have them hide from view. 
 
 So, Dearest, when the bud shall bear 
 Its primrose blossom, pale and fair. 
 To fall as forest leaves away, — 
 A sad sweet bloom, a quick decay, — 
 Remember, not beneath the skies 
 Springs any flower of Paradise, 
 To reach its perfect state below, 
 And as our wishes would, to grow. 
 For love itself, true love, was given 
 To point us to a brighter day, 
 To cheer us on our pilgrim way. 
 Then bloom among the flowers of heaven. 
 'Tis in the bud of promise here; 
 But where the River, bright and clear, 
 Flows living from the throne of God, 
 And pours its crystal stream abroad, 
 'T is there the endless flower is shown, 
 'Tis there the eternal fruit is known. 
 
 There do the angels rest, and we 
 May the same light of glory see : 
 Oh, blessed hope ! always above, 
 Dwelling in God ; for God is love. 
 
FIFTH ANNIVERSARY. 35 
 
 1850. 
 
 THERE was a day, five years away, — 
 Five happier years were never known, ■ 
 A Bird from Paradise astray 
 Into mine open door had flown. 
 
 A Bird at first, whose form, I ween, 
 The knowledge of its race forbid ; 
 
 None but the angels could have seen 
 One of themselves thus lowly hid. 
 
 A Bird in form, its wings concealed 
 
 The signets of a heavenly birth. 
 Till sweetly, day by day revealed. 
 
 You saw the friendly stranger's worth ; 
 
 And as the wfeeks went gliding by, 
 
 'T was plain a loving soul was there, — 
 
 A soul belonging to the sky, — 
 
 A gift from heaven, for praise and prayer. 
 
36 FIFTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Beneath the lowliest disguise 
 
 God help us find what God has given ! 
 
 Too oft we only learn to prize 
 
 Our blessings when resumed to Heaven ! 
 
 There was a morn, five years are gone, 
 
 Its light can never be forgot ; 
 It was the sweet and sacred dawn 
 
 Of blessings in a desert spot, — 
 
 A lonely spot where shadows led, 
 
 And darkening thoughts increased the gloom ; 
 But since that lovely light has played, 
 
 A flowering fragrance fills the room. 
 
 That sacred morn, — I mind it now, 
 
 The sweetness of its first repast ; 
 We thought such happiness below. 
 
 Like Eden's bliss, too pure to last. 
 
 Yet every day since that has flown 
 
 Has scattered blessings from its wings, 
 
 And still we drink, before unknown, 
 The tide of love's most hidden springs. 
 
 So shall it be, by grace divine, 
 
 As long as years on earth are given ; 
 
 Till tv/ilight fades, and stars decline, 
 Lost in the perfect light of heaven- 
 
SIXTH ANNIVERSARY. 37 
 
 I85I. 
 
 BELOVED wife, together have we known, 
 Since thy last Bridal Festival hath flown, 
 Experience varied, lights and shadows cast 
 Over the path our lingering feet have passed; 
 Mercy in Mercy's guise not all our lot, — 
 Unmingled blessings quickly are forgot, — 
 But sacred cups of trial, sweetly given 
 To keep our hearts nearer to God and heaven. 
 Oh, for his sorrows sent we bless his name, 
 For he was with us when the trials came ! 
 
 His love commissioned them, his grace imparts 
 A sanctifying power to cleanse our hearts. 
 By such a discipline of costliest love 
 Bearing the chastened spirit far above. 
 Trials are sent to keep us from despair ; 
 Blessings unmingled soon might land us there. 
 Self-disappointment leads to self-distrust, 
 But souls at ease are covered thick with rust 
 Of self-indulgence and forgetful sloth, 
 That quick consumes all virtue, like the moth. 
 The habits, thought to have been kept with care, 
 Brought out and shaken, prove unfit to wear. 
 
38. SIXTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Such waste of heavenly grace God will prevent ; 
 
 Therefore his discipline is duly sent, 
 
 The evils that were gathering to remove, 
 
 And keep the affections warm with heavenly love. 
 
 Our virtues all need exercise and air. 
 Our graces must be gained from God in prayer, 
 Or they are all mere counterfeits, — the same 
 Base metal with our sins, only the name 
 Cunningly changed, and a false seal applied. 
 The trick perhaps unknown till the piece, tried 
 In Heaven's own mint and the gross he discerned, 
 Is worthless found, fit only to be burned. 
 
 If then our hearts, by heavenly wisdom scanned. 
 Some remedy, severe and prompt, demand, 
 For growing unseen ills, that God may see. 
 Unchecked, would lead to endless misery, 
 Is it not mercy, when he lays us low, 
 And strikes, unsparing, the correcting blow? 
 Is it not love to take away our dross. 
 That, left, would work the soul's eternal loss? 
 And when two hearts on earth are close allied, 
 If God strikes either, both are sorely tried. 
 Thine ill must be mine own, the blow on me 
 Doubly afflictive, suffered first by thee. 
 Perhaps the painful discipline was meant. 
 Pointed and sharpened with this marked intent: 
 'T is I have caused thy pain ; God aims his dart. 
 At my transgressions, through thy wounded heart. 
 
SIXTH ANNIVERSARY. 39 
 
 Oh, for the grace such teaching to apply. 
 And find the hidden evils where they lie ! 
 May he who bade the process make it sure, 
 And with the medicine send the gracious cure ! 
 And oh, how great the grace that hears our prayer, 
 And calls us back from death, when near despair ! 
 How sweet the love that health restored doth grant. 
 And still supplies, preventing every want ! 
 May the same hourly grace to each be given, 
 That both, as one, may keep the race to heaven ! 
 
 The Lord be "with thee. Dearest, and reveal, 
 Clear to thy heart the blissful heavenly seal 
 Of his electing love, and that new name. 
 By which, when time is ended, he will claim 
 Thy raptured soul, redeemed, in heaven to shine. 
 Among his jewels, for his praise divine ! 
 In the same wondrous love and grace to share. 
 May I, though all unworthy, yet be there ! 
 
40 SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1852. 
 
 "T~*IS just a week of years, beloved wife, 
 -■- Since thou and I were bound in the same 
 hfe. 
 With what content and peace the time has flown, 
 Heaven's gentlest radiance on our pathway thrown ! 
 The kindest discipline, when most severe. 
 And still increasing mercies every year. 
 Proving God's patient love and tender care, 
 Till now the Sabbath hallows with its ray 
 The dear memorial of our wedding day! 
 Sacred septennial seal of years so blest, 
 And precious earnest of eternal rest ! 
 
 What can we render for such kindness shown? 
 How meet the claims upon our being thrown? 
 Shall any object of affection dare 
 Usurp the place that nought with God may share? 
 The strongest flame of love that ever burned, 
 In any heart from sin's dread madness turned, 
 Were a small offering, though sincerely brought, 
 For grace so high beyond the reach of thought. 
 
SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. 4 1 
 
 Yet oft the greatest blessings lead astray 
 
 The soul they should have kept in God's own way ; 
 
 The very fire that makes our nature blest, 
 
 May light an idol's altar in the breast; 
 
 And e'en the power of love, by God bestowed, 
 
 Whirls many a lost one in the downward road ; 
 
 Dread profanation of the cup of joy. 
 
 Held but for ruin, drank but to destroy ! 
 
 Pondering these claims of God, an anxious heart 
 Found in the pages of our life's great Chart, 
 Between the lines of heaven and earth perplext. 
 Sudden bright guidance from a radiant text. 
 Heavenly and earthly in the same sweet sphere. 
 For quick dismissal of suggested fear; 
 A sacred warrant for the largest throne. 
 Ere yet by woman's loved dominion won, 
 Than which imagination could not dream 
 Absolute rule, wider or more supreme. 
 
 As Christ hath loved the Church, so love thy wife! 
 What wondrous words, transfiguring all our life 
 Of wedded happiness with heavenly grace ; 
 Exalting our affections to the place 
 Of holiest piety, in Love Divine, 
 Such as in Christ's own nature hath its shrine ! 
 As Christ hath loved the Church ! There is no flaw. 
 Nor shade of evil, in this holy law ; 
 
42 SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 No hazard of idolatry is here ; — 
 Impossible to hold that gift too dear. 
 Which God hath set in such celestial light, 
 That thou mayst love with thy whole being's might, 
 Nor ever stand reproved ; since by this rule 
 Too far thou canst not go in Christ's own school ; 
 Love all thou mayst, thou shalt incur no blame, — 
 'Tis simple duty, in the Saviour's name ! 
 
 Yet mark the words, — for 't is a holy light 
 From the first shining, if thou read aright, — 
 Thou canst not keep the Saviour's sweet command, 
 Its depths of glory canst not understand. 
 Except on him thy heart be fixed above 
 All earthy objects of a creature's love. 
 Only by grace from sin and self set free. 
 Canst thou love anything as He loved thee. 
 Then search the passage well, and still beware 
 Lest thou mistake the lines of glory there ; 
 When love like Christ to his dear Church is given, 
 The flaming chariot takes us up to heaven. 
 
 Therefore the Church of old hath justly lent 
 To this dear bond the name of Sacrament ; 
 'T was even so by heavenly grace designed, 
 A hallowed life appointed for mankind; 
 A sacred bliss approved by Heaven's own seal, 
 Which Satan's art could not from Eden steal. 
 
SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. 43 
 
 Amidst the wreck of Paradise retained, 
 
 The glory of our race it still remained, 
 
 Till Christ in person deigned to ratify. 
 
 And with his presence bless the holy tie ; 
 
 E'en to himself its mystic force applied. 
 
 And called the Church on earth his holy Bride. 
 
44 EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1853. 
 
 /^H, who the happiness can tell, 
 
 ^^ When hearts that wisely love and well, 
 
 Familiar, through the lapse of years, 
 
 With mutual trials, joys, and fears, 
 
 In the same life together grow. 
 
 Nor any separate interest know? 
 
 The world may court or smile or frown; — 
 Claim friendship first, and then disown; 
 What care they how its fashions change? 
 Theirs is an independent range; 
 Opinion, habit, taste, and thought, 
 To Truth's eternal standard brought. 
 
 Earth's changes only can inci^ease 
 That inward and celestial peace. 
 Which love, so sacred, deep, and pure. 
 Doth render permanent and sure, 
 Because it hath the seal of God, 
 And tends to his divine abode. 
 
EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY. 45 
 
 But bliss below, without alloy, 
 
 We never safely can enjoy; 
 
 And the world's pleasures, at their best, 
 
 Are but a sin-defiled rest, 
 
 Which they who seek as their chief aim, 
 
 Find an inheritance of shame. 
 
 And therefore to the loved of heaven 
 Affliction's sacred shield is given, 
 To save from those envenomed darts 
 Aimed by the Tempter at our hearts ; 
 And sorrow is Faith's telescope. 
 Held by the gentle hand of Hope. 
 
 So, looking where the bulwarks shine, 
 
 Of our inheritance divine. 
 
 The sufferings of our mortal state 
 
 Are balanced by " the eternal weight; " 
 
 And trials pass like summer showers. 
 
 And then a lovelier growth of flowers. 
 
 Thus joys and griefs alike may be 
 Our Father's holy ministry; 
 And all events of life shall prove 
 A gentle discipline of love. 
 Not severing, but uniting more, 
 The hearts that grew as one before. 
 
46 EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 And such is wedlock's bliss, when they 
 
 Appointed its celestial way, 
 
 Each other's burdens sweetly bear. 
 
 Each other's daily pleasures share. 
 
 In social life or solitude. 
 
 In lonely, sad, or cheerful mood. 
 
 Nor can diviner gift be given 
 
 Than such a precious boon from heaven. 
 
 It is the air of Paradise, 
 
 Not wholly gone beyond the skies ; 
 
 The angel keepers of the gate 
 
 Still watch upon our wedded state. 
 
 Dear friends predicted once, that when 
 Five years we had been married, then 
 Affection should have stronger grown, 
 Than in the poet's honeymoon ; 
 And that the promise is found true, 
 Is owing, Dearest Love, to you. 
 
 For still, howe'er the world went round. 
 Unchanged at home I 've always found 
 A light to cheer, a smile to greet, — 
 A welcome, peaceful, calm retreat, 
 Calm as an inland lake's green shore 
 Far from the sea's intrusive roar. 
 
EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY. 47 
 
 And still may God grant us to know 
 The blessings of such overflow 
 Of mercies from his sovereign hand, 
 To fit us for that heavenly land, 
 Where Eden's bliss shall be renewed, 
 Nor sin, nor unbelief, intrude. 
 
 But Love Divine bears endless rule, 
 The fruit of Christ's own lowly school ; 
 Where those who walked in his dear light 
 Shall shine in robes of glory bright. 
 To show angelic beings there — 
 Themselves once victims of despair — 
 
 The likeness of their dying Lord, 
 The Man of Grief, the Incarnate Word; 
 The sweetness of their Shepherd's care. 
 Faith, Hope, and Love perfected there, -r- 
 Three endless graces. Faith and Hope and Love, 
 Begun on earth, to reign in heaven above ! 
 
48 NINTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1854. 
 
 ANOTHER year on wings of time 
 Has wafted us along ; 
 And Rhyme and Reason still maintain 
 The old familiar song, — 
 
 The dear old household melody 
 
 Of husband and of wife, 
 The music of the heart that thrills 
 
 The pulse of daily life, — 
 
 The dear old song that stirred the soul 
 
 Upon our wedding day, 
 The music of the vow in which 
 
 We gave ourselves away. 
 
 The vow for Eve in Paradise 
 
 And Adam to fulfil, — 
 The same old vow; and Love, he is 
 
 The Covenanter still. 
 
 He builds his altar in the soul, 
 
 And lights the sacred fire. 
 And calls the angels from the skies 
 
 To listen to his choir. 
 
NINTH .ANNIVERSARY. 49 
 
 So precious is the flame of love. 
 
 No true abiding bliss, 
 In earth below, or heaven above, 
 
 But owes its life to this. 
 
 All other things grow old with time, 
 
 But love preserves its youth ; 
 The world is full of flaunting shows, 
 
 But love is full of truth. 
 
 Mere beauty loses all its charms 
 
 And vanishes away ; 
 But love grows lovelier still with age, 
 
 Superior to decay. 
 
 The upper and the nether springs 
 
 Of worldly joy depart; 
 But love forever still renews 
 
 Its fountain in the heart. 
 
 It cannot cease, it cannot waste, 
 
 The essence God has given ; 
 But when the life of earth is past. 
 
 Becomes the life of heaven. 
 
so TENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1855. 
 
 THE dear, romantic morn returns again, 
 Breathing upon us like an early spring, 
 Whose gentle, brooding influences bring 
 Disclosure of that season soft and fair; 
 In mild and cloudless sunrise after rain. 
 With sweetest vernal fragrance in the air. 
 And fond, delightful memories clustering there. 
 
 Sweet the review where every step fulfils 
 The brightest promise of so fair a dawn ; 
 And from the opening of the golden morn. 
 When hope was in the bud, whose blossoms now. 
 And golden fruitage, hang on every bough, 
 Through quiet hours a grace divine distils, 
 In generous confluence from a thousand rills. 
 
 Through the soft air of this celestial day 
 Our faith is turned to sight, and grateful sings ; 
 The unfolding clouds disclose angelic wings ; 
 Pictures of Paradise around us play; 
 Heaven's open gate the light upon us flings ; 
 Dear friendly forms are beckoning us away, 
 And voices sweet invite to praise and pray. 
 
TENTH ANNIVERSARY. Si 
 
 If from the sky adown to our abode, 
 
 As when the Patriarch saw the shining throng, 
 
 A ladder hung, and angels brought from God, 
 
 In open sight, their daily gifts along, 
 
 This would be mercy's proof, but not so strong 
 
 As our experience of Heaven's love appears. 
 
 Through the bright vista of the past ten years. 
 
 Beloved wife ! our knowledge of such grace, 
 So long renewed, and dearer every year. 
 Should teach us confidence, and banish fear ; 
 Yet if the path of life were set with cares. 
 Thy loving heart would follow them with praise. 
 The steps of Jacob's angel-trodden stairs 
 Are one way blessings, and the other prayers. 
 
 All blessings rest upon thy gentle heart. 
 
 My constant, cherished, tried, and faithful wife ! 
 
 Thou art the angel of my daily life ; 
 
 Thy presence doth each hour a charm impart. 
 
 Beyond the reach of nature, wealth, or art; 
 
 Thy steps make a Bethesda for our cares. 
 
 And every day a robe of beauty wears. 
 
52 ELEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1856. 
 
 MY loving, gentle, faithful wife, 
 How dear the tranquil play 
 Of the same spring of happy life, 
 That blest our wedding day ! 
 
 In sacred coloring of its own 
 
 Rose that delightful dawn, 
 And every year hath brighter shone 
 
 Its sweet memorial morn. 
 
 And still it burns divinely bright, 
 
 With blessings hourly given ; 
 Though God hath quenched their loveliest light, • 
 
 Thy babe withdrawn to heaven. 
 
 So soon withdrawn ! How like a dream, 
 
 A shadowy, changing cloud ; 
 Where life and death conflicting gleam. 
 
 Those solemn memories crowd 1 
 
ELEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. S3 
 
 And strangely soft and bright and clear, 
 
 That cherub face appears, 
 As if a star had wandered here, 
 
 A soul from other spheres. 
 
 Still doth the heavenly vision shine ; 
 
 It cannot fade away, 
 Though merged amidst the ligh"t divine 
 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
 We are a happier circle now, 
 
 A perfect threefold cord ; 
 Not less rejoicing here below. 
 
 For one at home with God. 
 
 And He whose grace perfects on earth 
 
 The holy marriage tie. 
 Will reunite, by heavenly birth, 
 
 Its broken links on high. 
 
54 ELEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 THY BABE IN HEAVEN. 
 
 IN what briei' space life's lessons are condensed ! — 
 Fear, hope, joy, sorrow, pain, and grief extreme ; 
 Conflicts and pressures ; destinies commenced. 
 Then broken, like the changes of a dream. 
 
 A birth, a death, a burial, all in one ! 
 
 O God, whose sovereign hand presents the cup, 
 Grant us the grace to say, " Thy will be done," 
 
 And with submissive sorrow drink it up. 
 
 At what deep cost experience hath unsealed 
 
 The hidden mystery of maternal love ! 
 Thy new-born child those depths unknown revealed. 
 
 Then dying carried all their springs above. 
 
 Life given and life resumed ! God's will be done ! 
 
 But oh, how lovely was the babe on earth ! — 
 An infant cherub, only seen, then gone, 
 
 Passing angelic to its heavenly birth. 
 
ELEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. 55 
 
 A radiant sunbeam gliding through the storm, 
 A star dropped softly from the realms of bliss ! 
 
 Strange, painful struggle of its beauteous form 
 To gain an entrance to a world like this ! 
 
 When by the mother's side all gently laid, 
 
 It sweetly breathed, it nestled — oh, how fair ! — 
 
 'Twas ecstasy to see ; and ne'er can fade 
 That vision of the angel folded there. 
 
 Its small round hand laid softly on her breast, 
 As conscious of a mother's dear embrace, 
 
 Sweet by her side its lightly breathing rest. 
 Sweet the expression of its happy face ! 
 
 God's gracious, wondrous, and most precious boon, 
 
 Immortal, and unutterably dear, 
 Why must it be resumed to heaven so soon? 
 
 Why could it not remain a few days here ? 
 
 What rapture to have trained its lisping tongue. 
 And clasped its little hands in infant prayer. 
 
 Lulled its soft slumbers with the angel's song. 
 And made its heavenly life our earliest care ! 
 
 But, dearest, see, where peace and glory reign, 
 Thy babe, a seraph in the school of heaven. 
 
 There all thy treasures lost thou shalt regain, — 
 Not lost, but kindly kept, as they were given. 
 
56 ELEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Then with this trial take the song of praise ; 
 
 Thou hast a little one at home with God, 
 And in the glory of thy Saviour's face 
 
 Shalt know him thine in that divine abode. 
 
 Perhaps on thee his guardian spirit waits, 
 
 Perhaps breathes comfort o'er thy troubled breast, 
 
 Perhaps will be the first at glory's gates 
 To sing thy welcome to eternal rest I 
 
 August, 1856. 
 
TWELFTH ANNIVERSARY. S7 
 
 1857. 
 
 AS over the stormy ocean 
 The mariner drove his prow. 
 The men cried out in terror, 
 
 "Turn backward with us now; 
 We '11 follow thee no longer 
 
 O'er the dark and endless main ! 
 We are the many, and thou but one ; 
 So turn with us again. 
 
 " We are plunging farther and farther 
 
 From home and the land of light ; 
 'T is the fiend that is luring us onward, 
 
 'T will soon be boundless night. 
 Return to the Guadalquiver, 
 
 Or we '11 cast thee into the sea." 
 Then he said, " Wait till to-morrow; 
 
 Give one day more to me. 
 
 " Wait but another sunset, 
 
 And the men shall have their way." 
 So he watched the stars, and prayed that night, 
 
 And the land-breeze blew next day, 
 
5 8 TWELFTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 And the sea-weed floated round him, 
 And a bird in the air flew near ; 
 
 So he knew the land was not far off, 
 And the mariners lost their fear. 
 
 Leaves, sea-weed, broken branches. 
 
 And the wild fowl in the sky. 
 Oft minister God's good purpose 
 
 When the waves beat black and high; 
 And if sailors hear the singing 
 
 Of birds in the forest wild. 
 Or the faint and distant ringing 
 
 Of the church bells chiming mild, 
 
 Or a dream of the way-worn pilgrim 
 
 Cradles him as a child, 
 Then the heart forgets its terrors 
 
 And its fears are all beguiled ; 
 So a sight of Jacob's ladder 
 
 Turns night into the day, 
 And joyful on a stormy sea 
 
 The soul will sing and pray. 
 
 And the angel's song of welcome 
 From the sunny fragrant land 
 
 Can make it laugh at losses. 
 
 Though the ship lies on the strand. 
 
TWELFTH ANNIVERSARY. 59 
 
 Such a song before me floated, 
 
 Through the roar of maddening wrongs, 
 And I slept in a sweet pavilion 
 
 Amidst the strife of tongues. 
 
 The watchers round us, Dearest, 
 
 Were heavenly and divine, 
 And oft encouragement from heaven 
 
 Came to my heart through thine ; 
 And now that the land is nearer. 
 
 And the Paradise over the sea. 
 Because of thy words in the tempest, 
 
 Thou art nearer and dearer to me. 
 
 Was the twelfth a year of trial? 
 
 Yet was it for our good. 
 And we are farther on our way ; 
 
 God's Medicine is Food. 
 Then build another pillar. 
 
 Memorial of his grace, 
 And on its summit set the light 
 
 Of watchfulness and praise. 
 
6o THIRTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1858. 
 
 MY dearest wife ! thy youthful heart 
 Keeps mine from growing old ; 
 And in the warmth thy thoughts impart, 
 Its quickened germs unfold. 
 
 Thy light as of a summer's morn, 
 
 Clear shining after rain. 
 Oft from my drooping mind has drawn 
 
 The veil of grief and pain. 
 
 Thy gentleness is like the spring 
 
 When fragrant buds appear, 
 And at thy voice their blossoming 
 
 Continues all the year. 
 
 Full many a time the sinking prey 
 
 Almost of dread despair. 
 Thy radiant smiles have swept away 
 
 A firmament of care. 
 
THIRTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 6i 
 
 Out of the gloom breaks forth the glow 
 
 As of an angel's form, 
 When thou dost fling the beauteous bow 
 
 Of promise o'er the storm. 
 
 Thy cheerfulness forbids my fears ; 
 
 And with such love beguiled, 
 If I should live a hundred years 
 
 I still should be a child. 
 
62 FOURTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1859. 
 
 ' I ""HESE clustered violets, soft enclosed 
 
 -■- Amid their fresh green leaves, 
 The type sincere, I bring, dear wife. 
 Of what my heart receives, — 
 
 Of daily fragrant, gentle grace. 
 
 Renewed and blooming still, 
 With which thy wealth of early love 
 
 Its promise doth fulfil. 
 
 The rose and mignonette may weave 
 
 A more superb array, 
 But still the dear forget-me-not 
 
 Maintains its earliest sway. 
 
 No flower that Eden ever bore 
 
 Within its sacred breast, 
 Creation's morning light revealed. 
 
 In sweeter beauty drest. 
 
FOURTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 6l 
 
 Yet sweeter than the violet's bloom 
 
 Thy love, dear faithful wife, 
 Each year new beauty doth assume, 
 
 Transfiguring all our life. 
 
 May ever thus to life's last hour 
 
 Its sacred power be known, 
 Till those whom God made one on earth 
 
 Are one before God's throne ! 
 
64 FIFTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 i860. 
 
 MY loving, constant, faithful, gentle wife, 
 The evening star, when day prepares to 
 part, 
 Sheds not a sweeter radiance o'er the sky 
 Than thou amid the shadows on my heart. 
 
 I hail the sweet return, on annual wing, 
 Of that memorial morn of wedded love, 
 
 When like a snow-drop in the early spring. 
 Or voice in Eastern land of turtle-dove, 
 
 I knew by thae the winter past and gone, 
 And summer came with melody and flowers ; 
 
 Thou wast the prophet of a sacred home. 
 And seasons guarded by celestial powers. 
 
 And still, beloved wife, but one in heart. 
 In the sweet union of our bridal vow. 
 
 Dear loving wife, our Lord's injunction given 
 In blissful tenderness to us below. 
 
 Is the sure prophet of that love in heaven 
 
 Of which his grace permits some foretastes now, — ■ 
 
 Dear Earnests of the bliss awaiting there 
 The objects of his never-ceasing care. 
 
SIXTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 65 
 
 I86I. 
 
 OH, dearest wife, the strength of love 
 Can ne'er be known by speech ; 
 The ocean of Its sacred depths 
 No measuring line can reach. 
 
 In vain shall poetry essay 
 
 Its form divine to paint; 
 But every lover knows to-day 
 
 It makes him half a saint. 
 
 And half a poet. Witness bear. 
 
 Ye masters of the lyre ! 
 Who taught your ardent strains to breathe 
 
 Creative power and fire? 
 
 Was it not love? Could e'er on earth 
 
 So blest a school be found, 
 As that which God hath set within 
 
 Each household's sacred bound? 
 
66 SIXTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Though sixteen years their course have run 
 Since ours commenced its rule, 
 
 Love's lessons still we learn by heart, 
 Content to stay at school ; 
 
 And willing, in the world's esteem, 
 
 Its wisest fools to be ; — 
 Obedient to the Gospel scheme 
 
 Of love's true liberty. 
 
SEVENTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 67 
 
 1862. 
 
 SINCE every day doth but repeat 
 The love with which our life begun, 
 Truly the morning light is sweet, 
 'T is pleasant to behold the sun. 
 In whose dear realm we journey on ; 
 Each year more perfect and complete 
 The vow that made our being one. 
 
 We see the clouds with mercy fraught, 
 And brightly shining through our tears, 
 
 The Love Supreme that rules our lot; 
 A rainbow in the sky appears. 
 Whose span divine controls our fears, 
 
 By the same hand of glory wrought, 
 That binds the comets in their spheres. 
 
 And e'en amid the gloom of war 
 
 The love that was our morning light 
 
 Looks on us as the evening star, 
 And will be shining all the night. 
 
68 SEVENTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Which as a day of Heaven is bright 
 For souls that, dreaming, see afar 
 The stairs that greeted Jacob's sight 
 
 Angehc visitants are ours ; 
 
 For though their flaming wings they hide, 
 Not less they work as heavenly powers 
 
 For Him who doth for those provide 
 That in his promises confide, 
 
 Protecting their defenceless hours. 
 And turning every dart aside. 
 
 And if it well be understood, 
 
 Love's promise can be heard to say 
 
 That every hindrance is for good ; 
 Each form of seeming sad delay 
 
 Is but an inn upon the road, 
 
 Or sweet refreshment in the way, 
 
 By which we travel up to God. 
 
EIGHTEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 69 
 
 1863. 
 
 OUR life burns rapidly away, 
 A candle in a miner's frame ! 
 If that were all for which we claim 
 An hour or two of flickering day, 
 
 Extended in our mortal lease, 
 Existence were not worth the name; — ■ 
 To strike a few more blows for fame, 
 A few more crystals to release. 
 
 A candle in a miner's frame. 
 Our life burns rapidly away : 
 But love grows stronger every day, 
 
 An immortality of flame ; 
 
 And by its radiance fills the heart 
 
 With happiness along the road, 
 
 That leads to our divine abode, 
 That nothing earthly can impart. 
 
 The miner's candle burns away ; 
 But from the interrupted gloom. 
 And from the darkness of the tomb, 
 
 Lgve rises to eternal day, — ■ 
 
EIGHTEENTH ANMVERSARY. 
 
 The light of Heaven's immortal years; 
 All glory to the Power Divine, 
 That makes this law of being thine, 
 
 By which the Universe careers, 
 
 And brings, dear love, to thee, to me, — 
 How Christ's sweet grace is with us still, 
 God's loving-kindness to fulfil — 
 
 Our Birthday of Eternity ! 
 
 Blest stars of love and light to shine. 
 
 From God's celestial throne each day. 
 To habitations so divine ! 
 
 How glorious on our pilgrim way! 
 
NINETEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 7 1 
 
 1864; 
 
 THEY left the gates of Paradise 
 The pictures of despair; 
 As he went forth a malcontent 
 His banishment to bear, — ■ 
 But Eve was with him there. 
 And love was everywhere. 
 
 'T was love had built their Eden bowers, 
 
 And warmed the fragrant air; 
 'T was love that winged their busy hours ; 
 'Twas love that taught them prayer, — 
 For love was everywhere. 
 And Eve with Adam there. 
 
 'T was love that whirled the spinning-wheel, 
 
 When Eve had learned to spin ; 
 'T was love that set its melody, 
 Her husband's heart to win, — 
 For Eve was with him there, 
 And love was everywhere. 
 
 ^ The Traveller's Hymn from Eden, when Eve was with him 
 there. 
 
72 NINETEENTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 'Twas love that filled their crystal cup 
 
 In spite of daily care ; 
 'Twas love made Adam strong in hope, 
 And conquered his despair, — 
 For love was everywhere, 
 And Eve was with him there. 
 
 O the light of love can make a home, 
 
 On Swiss or English ground, 
 Perfect as Eve, condemned to roam. 
 Or Adam ever found. 
 
 Eve still is with him there. 
 And love is everywhere. 
 
 And so the evening of the day, 
 
 In twilight's sacred power. 
 Calls forth the heart to praise and pray ; 
 It is our mother's hour. 
 Eve still is with us there. 
 And love is everywhere. 
 
TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY. 73 
 
 1865. 
 
 ONE day an angel brought in hand, 
 Fee simple of the promised land, 
 By covenant of mercy planned, 
 
 And said the estate was mine ; 
 Whose title to the household brings 
 The heritage of upper springs, 
 O'ershadowed with protecting wings 
 Of cherubim divine. 
 
 The star of so serene a dawn 
 
 Was, twenty years and more agone. 
 
 The dayspring of so bright a morn. 
 
 After long nights of pain ; 
 When autumn stole with sad decay 
 The summer's loveliness away. 
 And waning sun and shortening day 
 
 Betokened winter's reign. 
 
 Now, gleaming through the lane of years. 
 The cloud, the fire, the star, appears, 
 The light that guides, the flame that cheers, 
 With countless blessings given. 
 
TWEAT/ETH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 The white frost fell for our supply, 
 In manna dews dropped from the sky, 
 Gathered before the aroma die, 
 And redolent of heaven. 
 
 Oh, dearer than the summer's light, 
 Than evening star more sweetly bright, 
 And fairer than the cloudless night. 
 
 Love's wedded faithful flame; 
 Life's romance in the common way, 
 A presence like a child's at play. 
 An angel with you every day. 
 
 In modest dress and name ! 
 
 Blest be the Power that kindly brought 
 
 Me to possess so sweet a lot, 
 
 And with such precious virtue wrought, 
 
 Made this Bethesda mine ; 
 Where angel presences bestow 
 A soothing charm for every woe, 
 And e'en the troubled waters show 
 
 Such springs of love divine. 
 
21VEJ\-TIETH ANNlVERSAliY. 75 
 
 LIGHT OUT OF DARKNESS. 
 
 LIGHT that shinest out of darkness, 
 From the depths where we are gazing, 
 Shine upon our anxious sight; 
 Let us see the worlds of glory, 
 Where the countless hosts are praising 
 God's illimitable might. 
 
 Light that shinest into darkness, 
 Through the gloom that hides our vision, 
 
 Make this inward dungeon bright; 
 From our minds remove the veiling. 
 That we may, with Truth's precision. 
 
 All things see in God's own light. 
 
 Shine, and so disperse our sadness, 
 By the vision of thy glory. 
 
 In the dawn of heavenly day ; 
 Shine, and fill our souls with gladness, 
 Chanting forth Redemption's story. 
 
 Telling of its wondrous way. 
 
 Rise in such celestial vision, 
 
 Star of radiance o'er the soul ! 
 Built for such eternal glory. 
 
 Make life's broken cisterns whole ! 
 Filled, the fount of holy feeling. 
 With our Saviour's love revealing 
 
76 TWENTIETH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 God's all-conquering mercy there, — 
 Where, till then, despair was stealing, 
 Now, with meekest grace, so fair. 
 Never-ending praise and prayer. 
 
 Thus the glooms of darkening shadows, once so 
 
 threatening round our path. 
 Were but proofs of God's dear mercies, but not of 
 
 impending wrath ; 
 For the heat and the glare of the sun in his might 
 Could be worse than the darkness and storms of 
 
 the night. 
 But God, by the gifts of his pardoning love. 
 Assures us a heaven of glory above. 
 Where eye hath not seen, nor ear ever heard. 
 The treasures immortal disclosed in his Word ; 
 Nor ever conjectures of reason made known, 
 The glory prepared, or the heritage won, 
 The Cross and the kingdom of grace in God's 
 
 Son, — 
 Forgiveness of guilt through eternity shown. 
 And the love of Jehovah the strength of his throne ! 
 
 Nor ever conjectures of reason made known. 
 
 The glory prepared, or the heritage won, 
 
 By the cross and the kingdom of grace in God's 
 
 Son, — 
 Forgiveness of guilt through eternity shown, 
 And the love of Jehovah the strength of his throne ! 
 
TWENTY-FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 7/ 
 
 1866. 
 
 OUR wedded life, my love, you see 
 Has come to its majority. 
 Her Muse informs me with a sigh. 
 She can't my annual draft supply: 
 " Love's debts, being twenty-one years old, 
 Should not in rhymes be paid, but gold. 
 
 " The case were different could you find. 
 To mar the scene or vex the mind, 
 One rude or disappointing spot, 
 Exception in your wedded lot. 
 Love's landscape in the past appears 
 A vale of bright delightful years. 
 Where sage experience nought discloses. 
 But solid corduroys of roses, 
 Fringing a brook that told the hours, 
 By striking at the bells of flowers. 
 'T is perfect all ; therefore you pay 
 In gold, or get no rhymes to-day." 
 
78 TWENTY-FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 But I reply : " The Muse is wild, 
 
 And prattles like a petted child, 
 
 Whose thoughts are all on Christmas blisses, 
 
 Of gifts and dolls and sugar kisses. 
 
 The Muse knows well, no man on earth 
 
 Could reckon, much less pay, love's worth. 
 
 'T is costlier than the crystal spheres ; 
 
 It can't be counted up by years. 
 
 Her debt could hardly be more weighty, 
 
 If we should each live to be eighty. 
 
 But 't is impossible to pay 
 
 So vast a tribute in one day. 
 
 The income tax of all the bliss 
 
 Of these bright years, if paid in this, 
 
 By itself would make a millionnaire 
 
 Of any other wedded pair ; 
 
 And if the Muse expects to be 
 
 Paid in hard coin for poetry, 
 
 A tax upon the tax itself 
 
 Is all that could be raised in pelf. 
 
 My wife, moreover, holds the purse. 
 
 Which makes the matter so much worse ; 
 
 For if you don't advance the rhyme. 
 
 She will not pay a single dime." 
 
 Her Muse on this, with much good sense, 
 Replied : " I can with gold dispense. 
 But you cannot, for love must live ; 
 And since you 've nothing else to give, 
 
TWENTY-FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 79 
 
 But only love, your debts to pay, 
 I '11 bring the bill some other day. 
 So take your rhymes, and do your best, 
 And tell your wife she stands confest. 
 The paragon of these hard times, 
 Whose love consents to live on rhymes." 
 
8o TlVEXTV-SECOXD ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1867. 
 
 AGAIN with dear autumnal gifts, 
 How Nature's loveliness arrays, 
 For our Memorial happiness, 
 
 Her sweetest hymns of praise ! 
 
 As rainbows chased upon the sky. 
 
 As birds of Paradise on wings, 
 
 The setting sun through distant clouds 
 A crimson glory flings. 
 
 Yon mountain range of firs and pines 
 O'erhangs a vale of maple bowers, — 
 Cliffs of dark verdure over seas 
 Of variegated flowers. 
 
 The quiet evening air reveals 
 A hidden unexpected power, — 
 The earth adorned in bright array 
 Transfigured every hour. 
 
TWENTY-SECOND ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 The shadows sweeping through the woods, 
 The woods revisited with light, — 
 A soul-impermeated mass, 
 
 And luminously bright; 
 
 By turns revealed and indistinct, 
 Then blushing, flaming, surging up, 
 Like the withdrawal and return 
 Of gems in ruby cup. 
 
 On such a vision of delight. 
 Made up of Nature's earliest lines, 
 I gazed with wonder, and admired 
 How simple those designs. 
 
 Was needed nothing but the sun, 
 With interchange of deepening shade, 
 To show of what indifferent stuff 
 An Eden might be made. 
 
 And such the rosy power of Love, 
 With rich apparel of the air. 
 Upon the rudest life to throw 
 A light divinely fair. 
 
 But no mere transitory gleam, 
 As when the western twilight skies 
 Bid farewell to those glorious hues, 
 Until the morn arise. 
 
TWENTY-SECOND ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Love's morn outlasts the heavens ; its light, 
 Enshrined in the adoring soul, 
 Sheds an eternal radiance there, 
 And rules without control. 
 
 Bright effluence of eternal light, 
 Dominion of an endless day, 
 Soul of our souls, the life that knows 
 Nor varying, nor decay ! 
 
 Creative Word of power divine. 
 The lightning of celestial fires ! 
 'T is God's own Paradise ! His grace 
 Transfigures and inspires ! 
 
 Such is our mansion in the skies, 
 The Christian's covenanted home. 
 Where Love's deep springs eternal rise, 
 Past, present, and to come. 
 
TWENTY-THIRD ANNIVERSARY. 83 
 
 1868. 
 
 HOW sweet the autumn sunset falls 
 Upon another year, 
 Where God's incessant mercy shines 
 In all our past career ! 
 
 The leaves a golden light reflect 
 
 Upon the evening sky, 
 And all the trees with colors burn, 
 
 That were not born to die. 
 
 For God hath woven in the web 
 
 Of life love's mystic scene, 
 And, oh, how bright in each day's light 
 
 His mercies intervene ! 
 
 Nay, all is mercy, all is love; 
 
 In darkest nights between, , 
 At home, abroad, below, above, 
 
 Nothing but love is seen. 
 
84 TWENTY-THIRD ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Our life is as a silver strand 
 Where waves of jasper roll. 
 
 And far beyond, the City lies, 
 Whose bells entrance the soul. 
 
 A silver strand, w^here blessings beat 
 
 As billows on the shore, 
 And leave no trace when they retreat, 
 
 But love forevermore. 
 
 For morning comes and evening goes; 
 
 But love through all the day. 
 Or rain, or shine, with life divine, 
 
 Melodious change doth play. 
 
 Our days enthrone the melody 
 
 Of God's abounding grace ; 
 Our hearts shall play the accompaniment 
 
 Of his unceasing praise, 
 
 Whose dying love, all praise above, 
 Exceeds the power of thought, 
 
 While yet we lisp the immortal song, 
 By our Redeemer taught. 
 
 As stars upon the ocean keep 
 
 Their watch of love divine, 
 Would God such love might never sleep 
 
 Within this soul of mine ! 
 
TWENTY-THIRD ANNIVERSARY. 85 
 
 That God would fill it as an urn, 
 
 With quenchless holy flame, 
 That far-off souls might catch the light, 
 
 And read His blessed name; 
 
 And as they spell the letters, hail 
 
 The ark of mercy there, 
 That shipwrecked men upon the sea 
 
 Might nevermore despair. 
 
 But evermore his love adore, 
 
 Made followers of the Lamb, 
 By faith to this dear refuge brought 
 
 From deepest guilt and shame ! 
 
 O Love Divine, the atmosphere 
 In which our breath was given ; 
 
 O Love Divine, celestial sphere 
 Of never-ending Heaven ! 
 
 O Love Divine, may we in God 
 
 Its dearest meaning prove, 
 And its eternal glory know. 
 
 Through Jesus' dying love ! 
 
86 TWENTY-FOURTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1869. 
 
 TWENTY-FOUR years the flowers of spring 
 Have had their growth and blossoming; 
 Twenty-four years the rising sun 
 Each day his perfect course hath run. 
 
 Twenty-four years my wife's dear love 
 Has l<ept the reckoning of the Dove ; 
 Nor loss, nor change, nor gloom has known, 
 But brighter every hour hath shone. 
 
 Now, God be praised that gave to me 
 Twenty-four years such love to see; 
 That morning light or evening shade 
 No difference in its duty made. 
 
 But working still with calm delight, 
 And shining still by day and night, 
 Not lovelier in its annual sphere 
 Did ever star in heaven appear. 
 
TWENTY-FOURTH ANNIVERSARY. 8/ 
 
 And so 't would be should life run on 
 A hundred years instead of one ; 
 Such love can never lose on earth 
 The sweetness of its heavenly birth. 
 
 Such love was never born to die, — 
 The heir of immortality, 
 Its being shall outlast that sun, 
 Under whose course its life begun. 
 
TWENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1870. 
 
 MY dearest love ! I thank my God 
 For giving thee to me, 
 A daily spring of household joy, 
 Through all my life to be. 
 
 When Adam married Eve, he found 
 
 His paradise undone; 
 But mine, when I had gained a wife, 
 
 Was only so begun. 
 
 For Eve's control in Adam's sphere, 
 
 The price was Eden lost ; 
 But now, through woman's sweet command. 
 
 His sons recover cost. 
 
 The silver line of Eve's dear life, 
 
 From Eden turned away. 
 Made a celestial pilgrimage 
 
 Of every toilsome day. 
 
TWENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY. 89 
 
 They wandered forth, a pair perplext 
 
 Of children in the wood, 
 Their work of love, their wealth of time, 
 
 How little understood ! 
 
 Their dowry was a thousand years 
 
 Of mingled joy and pain, 
 Appointed so, through faith and hope, " 
 
 Love's Eden to regain. 
 
 In penitential faith and prayer, 
 
 From youth to age they grew, 
 The primal sinners of this world. 
 
 The first believers too. 
 
 Great cycles of Eonic time 
 
 Were given to them for praise, 
 Centennial anniversaries 
 
 Of lovers' wedding days. 
 
 A quarter of a century, 
 
 In their connubial bliss. 
 Was but a little honeymoon's 
 
 Preliminary kiss. 
 
 But we are pressed by heavy laws 
 
 Of briefness and decay, 
 And hardly learn to live and love 
 
 Before life wears away. 
 
90 TWENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Their golden wedding, in the age 
 
 Of post-diluvian men, 
 Brings bride and bridegroom to the verge 
 
 Of threescore years and ten. 
 
 Dear wife ! be scores or centuries 
 
 To our communion given, 
 The love that God began on earth 
 
 He will perfect in heaven. 
 
 Our golden wedding shall be there 
 
 Before his glorious face ; 
 The bride, the bridegroom, and the guests 
 
 Transfigured by his grace. 
 
TWENTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY. 91 
 
 1870. 
 
 LINES ADDRESSED TO MRS. C. ON HER TWENTY-FIFTH ANNI- 
 VERSARY, BY HER VERY DEAR FRIEND, MISS PHCEBE GARY. 
 
 THE fourth of a century swift has gone, 
 With its sad and its joyous hours, 
 Since you put the wedding garment on, 
 And wore the orange flowers. 
 
 And rich in honor and in truth 
 
 As when you were his bride, 
 To-day the husband of your youth 
 
 Is your lover, friend, and guide. 
 
 And sweeter for your hours of bhss, 
 
 Stronger for grief and tears, 
 Have grown the ties of tenderness 
 
 Through all your changing years. 
 
 So with the crowns of silver hair 
 
 That now your brows adorn, 
 Each to the other seems as fair 
 
 As on the marriage morn. 
 6 
 
92 Twenty-fifth anniversary. 
 
 When the fourth of a century more shall go. 
 Dear friends, if you may not stay, 
 
 To wear your locks like a wreath of snow 
 For a golden-wedding day, 
 
 Then with the robe and the crown of light 
 
 May you still sit side by side, 
 Where clothed in linen pure and white 
 
 The Lamb receives his Bride. 
 
 On the same Anniversary Occasion, for Mrs. Cheever./rom 
 Miss Alice Gary. 
 
 53 East Twentieth Street, 
 Nov. 22, iSyo. 
 
 My Friends : — I cannot tell you how pleasant it would 
 be to me if I might go out from my solitary house to- 
 day, and be for a little season among those whom the 
 Lord has set in families, but it may not be; and let me 
 not admit the impediment of a private grief to mar with 
 its shadow the cordial sunshine of my greeting upon the 
 glad return of this auspicious day. Shut out from you 
 though I am, I am very happy in your happiness, believe 
 me, I, for one, having firm faith in the indestructibility 
 of the great passion — that love is nearer the gate of 
 heaven than ever imagination soars, and I rejoice with 
 all my heart in all unions, and all celebrations of unions, 
 that intimate, or rather exemplify, life's grand possibili- 
 ties. With a thousand good wishes, 
 
 I am, affectionately, 
 
 Alice Gary. 
 
Twenty-sixth anniversary. 93 
 
 1871. 
 
 "r\EAR Love, when we began our joint career, 
 ^—^ It was a day of mingled joy and fear; 
 What time might late reveal we could not tell. 
 
 Nor know the end of what commenced so well. 
 Hope laid the back-log of our kitchen fire, — 
 
 Substantial force against imagined sorrow; 
 The flame was lit with faith and warm desire 
 
 That what but smoked that day would blaze to- 
 morrow ; 
 Now all is turned to rife and glowing coal. 
 The joy of harvest shining through the whole. 
 
 Now Nature, in her bridal robe invested. 
 Comes forth to greet us on this joyous day; 
 
 By lingering summer's balmy air arrested. 
 The seasons in their virginal array 
 
 Proclaim our welcome to that world of beauty 
 Where souls and forms, renewed in endless youth, 
 
 Forever find in ceaseless love and duty 
 
 Eternal elements of grace and truth. 
 
 t 
 
94 TWENTY-SIXTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Father in Heaven, whose love hath thus far brought 
 us, 
 
 And given the hope to be forever thine, 
 Fulfil the yearning promise thou hast taught us. 
 
 And to perfection raise thy blest design. 
 And when in us on earth thy will 's completed. 
 
 Oh, take us each to that celestial sphere 
 Where the Lamb's Bride by her dear Lord is 
 greeted. 
 
 And perfect faith is love's eternal year. 
 
TWENTY-SEVENTH ANNIVEfiSARY. 95 
 
 1872. 
 
 ODAY of love, so sweet, so bright, 
 The bridal of our year, 
 The morning of our life's delight 
 To us renewed, how dear ! 
 
 The brilliant air, the sparkling frost, 
 
 The rime upon the ground, 
 The trees, the ferns, the silvery leaves 
 
 With light and glory crowned. 
 
 We do not need the summer sun, 
 Nor miss the autumn flowers ; 
 
 The soft, entrancing, balmy airs 
 Of Indian months are ours. 
 
 They breathe to us in signs well known, 
 A language for the heart, — 
 
 The voice of joy's ecstatic tone. 
 Love's dear mysterious art. 
 
q6 TWEXTY-SEVENTH ANXIVERSARY. 
 
 The most melodious day in June 
 Such treasures ne'er revealed, 
 
 Nor ever wedding day came round 
 With sweeter blessings sealed. 
 
 Dear wife, with love's sweet grace renewed, 
 Its flowers still fresh and green, 
 
 Nor this world's ways nor solitude 
 Could ever change the scene. 
 
 O Thou, our Life, our Light, our All ! 
 
 Still keep, as heretofore, 
 Our going out, our coming in. 
 
 Now and forevermore. 
 
TWENTY-EIGHTH AIVNIVERSARV. 97 
 
 1873. 
 
 THE winter's breath is in the air, 
 The ground is white with snow ; 
 But Love is ever young and fair, 
 No winter doth he know. 
 
 O perfect love ! still fresh and fair 
 
 As Eden's lilies grow, 
 And in the home and through the air 
 
 Divinest fragrance throw, 
 Where Eve and Adam still repeat 
 
 The primal marriage vow. 
 And angels of their pilgrimage 
 
 Watch o'er their children now. 
 
 So daisy buds shall yet be seen, 
 
 And violet blossoms grow. 
 Through hidden founts of warmth beneath 
 
 The fields of frost and snow. 
 And love shall make the blossoms break, 
 
 Whatever seasons reign ; 
 And as we knew love's power at first, 
 
 It shall be known again. 
 
$8 TWENTY-EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 An Iceland storm might come between 
 
 Such visions of our faith, 
 But the bright sun shall still be seen 
 
 With spring's reviving breath. 
 Dear wife 1 thy love is fresh and fair 
 
 As this new-fallen snow, 
 And warm as that sweet autumn air. 
 
 Twenty-eight years ago. 
 
 And fervent as it was at first. 
 
 Shall be its calm increase ; 
 A sacred spring of life and power. 
 
 Whose depths can never cease. 
 For He who gave its holy fount, 
 
 Its Sabbath in the soul, 
 His own dear measurement of love 
 
 Proclaims o'er Time's control. 
 
 Though Earth and Eden, in their sphere, 
 
 And Time itself, shall die, 
 Immortal is the growth of love 
 
 Through God's eternity. 
 
TWENTY-EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY. 99 
 
 MY DEAR WIFE'S MERRY CHRISTMAS. 
 
 I WISH you a merry Christmas ! 
 You are to me so dear, 
 I would not give a single kiss 
 For a universe of beer. 
 
 I wish you a merry Christmas ! 
 
 You are to me so young, 
 That every year I find you here 
 
 Is as a girl's new song. 
 
 I wish you a merry Christmas, 
 And the fresh heart of a child, 
 
 That age as well as youth may be 
 By Mother Goose beguiled. 
 
 I wished you merry Christmas 
 
 Twenty-five years ago ; 
 The ground was frozen like a vice. 
 
 And covered thick with snow. 
 
130 TWEATY-EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 I wish you a merry Christmas now : 
 
 'T is like an April day; 
 The soft south wind calls to the grass. 
 
 And melts the ice away. 
 
 I wished )'^ou merry Christmas then, 
 
 And all the fairy race. 
 That love to sport with children now 
 
 Admire your youthful face. 
 
 I wish you merry Christmas long, 
 That when your hair is gray. 
 
 You may not have a single care 
 More than you have to-day. 
 
 I wish you a merry Christmas, 
 And many of the same, — 
 
 The years of life that have no end 
 And blessings without name ! 
 
TWENTY-NINTH ANNIVERSARY. lOI 
 
 1874. 
 
 "T^EAR wife ! another year's return 
 ^—^ Of life and love we hail ; 
 The blessings of a Father's grace, 
 
 Whose mercies never fail. 
 The changing seasons come and go, 
 
 The leaves around us fall ; 
 But flowers still bloom where love doth grow, 
 
 And love is over all- 
 
 The buds and blooms of that sweet life 
 
 Can neither fade nor die. 
 But spring in fair celestial fruits 
 
 That change and death defy; — 
 A garden and a fountain sealed, 
 
 Where seraphs watch and wait, 
 To welcome all the names revealed 
 
 At mercy's shining gate. 
 
 There the dear spirits of the just, 
 
 Enrolled by God in heaven. 
 Adore the glories of the Lamb 
 
 Through whom they were forgiven. 
 
I02 TWENTY-NINTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 'T is but a nursery here below 
 Of infant's prattling tongues, 
 
 Whose A B C is all we know 
 Of heaven's immortal songs. 
 
 But if on earth so sweet are found 
 
 The cradle hymns of love, 
 What must the angelic music be 
 
 In shining worlds above; 
 Where never-ceasing multitudes. 
 
 So vast no mind can count. 
 From grace to glory rising still. 
 
 Surround God's Holy Mount! 
 
 There, where the Universal Frame 
 
 Is one melodious choir. 
 And Jesus' dying love the flame 
 
 New anthems to inspire ; — 
 There, side by side, may we be found. 
 
 Redeemed by Jesus' blood, 
 Stars in the boundless firmament 
 
 Of our Incarnate God ! 
 
THIRTIETH ANNIVERSARY. 103 
 
 1875. 
 
 THE light of our dear home, sweet wife, 
 Is a perpetual dower ; 
 For Love renews his charming song 
 
 Each autumn as of yore. 
 And every year the melody 
 More charming than before. 
 
 Sweet bird ! Love's bower is always green, 
 
 His song is always gay ; 
 Most constant of melodious guests 
 
 In promises to pay, 
 In March he sings of summer nests, 
 
 In winter dreams of May. 
 
 His song is like the opal dawn 
 
 Of autumn's cloudless sky. 
 Foretokening an eternal morn. 
 
 Where now the shadows lie ; 
 The prophet of that endless life 
 
 Where Love can never die. 
 
104- THIRTIETH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Though winter's storms may intervene, 
 And Nature's seeming death, 
 
 The daisy buds shall yet be green. 
 With earth's fresh grass beneath, 
 
 And lilies in the meadows seen. 
 And red-breasts on the heath. 
 
 For Love shall bid the blossoms burst, 
 Though stormy months may reign. 
 
 And as we found its sweetness first 
 It shall be ours again ; 
 
 Yet sweeter than its prime, the last. 
 Aerial refrain. 
 
 Dear wife ! thy love more brightly shines 
 Through thirty summers gone. 
 
 Than when in trembling timid lines 
 Its horoscope was drawn, 
 
 And some who could not read our hearts, 
 Were wise enough to warn. 
 
 For deeper twined than first aware 
 
 The roots of that sweet vow. 
 Syllabled on the careless air. 
 
 Near thirty years ago. 
 Are registered with loving prayer, 
 
 And fresh in blossom now. 
 
THIRTIETH ANNIVERSARY. 105 
 
 O lovely morn ! O happy home ! 
 
 So many years ago ; 
 Through God's dear mercy in our life, 
 
 A paradise below ! 
 And dearer still its festivals 
 
 Each hasty season grow. 
 
 My Love, my Undefiled, is one, 
 
 My youthful darling bride. 
 And now, when thirty years have gone, 
 
 The angel by my side ; 
 And God's dear gift in Paradise 
 
 Forever shall abide. 
 
lo6 THIRTY-FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1876. 
 
 OH, love is like the rainbow dawn 
 Of April's showery sky, 
 Foreshadowing the celestial morn 
 Of Immortality. 
 
 An Iceland storm might come between 
 
 Such visions of our faith ; 
 But all the globe shall still be green. 
 
 With spring's reviving breath. 
 
 The daisy buds shall all be seen, 
 
 And violet blossoms grow, 
 From hidden founts of life beneath 
 
 The realms of frost and snow. 
 
 So love shall make the darkness break, 
 
 Whatever seasons reign ; 
 And as we proved its priceless power. 
 
 It shall be breathed again. 
 
THIRTY-FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 107 
 
 For Eve and Adam still proclaim 
 From heaven their marriage vow, 
 
 And in the house and through the air 
 Divinest fragrance throw ; 
 
 And bridal covenants, fresh and fair, 
 
 As Eden's lilies grown. 
 Shall wreathe the links of rugged care 
 
 With roses all their own. 
 
 The red-breast weaves with us his nest, 
 
 And sings his cares away. 
 Sweet bird ! his bowers are always blest; 
 
 His song is ever gay. 
 
 In March he sings of summer nests. 
 
 In winter dreams of May; 
 Most constant of our daily guests, 
 
 He makes with us his stay, 
 
 And on the air his melodies 
 
 As constant flings away. 
 As swift as notes are taken up 
 
 In promises to pay. 
 
 Dear wife, thy love is fresh and fair 
 
 As flowers in Eden grow. 
 And deeper now than first aware, 
 
 The bloom of that sweet vow 
 
I08 THIRTY-FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Sheds holier fragrance on the air 
 Than thirty years ago ; 
 
 For all that Love Divine provides, 
 That heritage is ours, 
 
 Where everlasting Spring abides. 
 And never-withering flowers. 
 
 Our anchor is within the veil. 
 
 Through ages firm and fast; 
 The Strength of Israel shall prevail, 
 
 Secure from every blast, — 
 Within the veil, where God reveals 
 
 The brightness of his face, — 
 Within the veil, where Christ fulfils 
 
 The promise of his grace ; 
 
 Till, by the Word of Him who took 
 
 Mortality's array. 
 This mortal shall put on the dress 
 
 Of love's eternal day. 
 
THIRTY-SECOND ANNIVERSARY. 109 
 
 1877- 
 
 DEAR wife, thou mak'st our wedding day 
 A prophet of the weather, 
 Barometer, thermometer, 
 And almanac together; 
 
 Arithmetic of Paradise, 
 
 In Eve and Adam grounded. 
 And set in musical device 
 
 With which their world resounded ; 
 
 Notations drawn from heavenly signs. 
 
 Whereto the angels hearkened, 
 The pulses of united hearts 
 
 That sin had never darkened, 
 
 In characters of vital strength. 
 Charged with exhaustless forces, 
 
 Through age on ages to reveal 
 Love's infinite resources ; 
 
no THIRTV-SECOXD ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 The register of wedded life, 
 Where love foretells the pages, 
 
 Sure as the magnet to the pole, 
 Whatever tempest rages. 
 
 It shall be published all abroad, 
 The year without a winter, 
 
 A book ordained by Love Divine, 
 And Love alone the printer. 
 
 It makes our cloudless noon of love 
 The twenty-first November ; 
 
 No lovelier day rose up in June, 
 That ever men remember. 
 
 Love's Indian summer is renewed. 
 The morn that we were married ; 
 
 The spring of time was newly set, 
 And into autumn carried. 
 
 The golden vane was fixt at last, 
 A rule for all the seasons ; 
 
 And Love, the indicator, made 
 The law of Nature's reasons. 
 
 Dear wife, thine almanac is true, 
 
 Whoever may abuse it. 
 Further, Deponent sayeth not ; 
 
 Content, if we may use it 
 
THIRTY-THIRD ANNIVERSARY. in 
 
 1878. 
 
 FLUSHED with the hectic of the dying year, 
 November seems as beautiful as June, 
 Though sad the glories of the harvest moon, 
 With winter's silent footsteps stealing near. 
 Solemn the veiled light of hazy noon ; 
 A trance is in the dreamy atmosphere ; 
 The misty sun seems wandering in his sleep ; 
 The skeleton woods a ghostly watching keep, 
 O'er forest walks of leaves rustling and sear; 
 A plaintive sadness breathes in every sound ; 
 The angel of decay 'is in the air, 
 A moist earth-fragrance fuming o'er the ground, 
 From fields and faded gardens ; all around 
 A melancholy veil the forms of Nature wear. 
 
 But in the flight of these revolving years, 
 How lovely with bright joy, beloved wife. 
 The Indian summer of our wedded life. 
 With fragrant sheaves and golden light, appears. 
 And sound of bells from high celestial spheres ! 
 Fulfilled, that promise of undonbting love. 
 
112 THIRTY-THrRD ANXIVERSARY. 
 
 That youth and gentle hope in spring-tide wove ; 
 Though from the bosom of a thousand fears, 
 Foretelling harvest months divinely bright, 
 That, through the shadows of our evening gray, 
 Would far into the bosom of dim night 
 Shoot the sweet influence of a vernal day. 
 Filling the heart with deep serene delight, 
 When the world's flatteries all had fled and died 
 away. 
 
 So on we travel as in dreams of praise. 
 Our pilgrimage by this enchanted light. 
 The fields to-day with rime are silver white ; 
 How like a bridal veil the snowy maze 
 Of frosty mist smokes upward soft and bright ! 
 Floating like incense on the morning breeze, 
 Or snowy birds swinging on halcyon seas. 
 The uprisen sun kisses the frost away, 
 And lo, the tender grass is green again, 
 The morn breathes sweet as early April day. 
 You would not think the year was in its wane, 
 But a new spring set in the year's refrain. 
 Such blessed balmy airs around us play. 
 Fore-type of earth's divine, millennial array. 
 
 The frost's light touch drew forth a spicy smell. 
 Breathed on the air from the thick walnut grove 
 Whose tangled alleys we were wont to rove, 
 Shady and cool along the river's dell ; 
 
THIRTY-THIRD AiXNIVERSARY. !I3 
 
 Nor yet dispersed the radiant joyous spell 
 
 Of the bright sunshine we enjoyed so well. 
 
 This Indian summer, brooding as a dove, 
 
 Creates a magic atmosphere of love. 
 
 Fit to assuage the mind with anguish driven. 
 
 And bear it upward to the gates of Heaven ; 
 
 It is the Sabbath of the grateful year. 
 
 Season of rest for tranquil worship given : 
 
 Praise be to God who keeps us in its sphere. 
 
 And with his tender grace to-day doth meet us here. 
 
114 THIRTY-FOURTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1879. 
 
 THOU Evening Star, whose lustrous flame, 
 Upon the brow of night, 
 Burns on the sky thy Maker's name, 
 A coronet of light ! 
 
 My heart adores thy rising beams. 
 
 As daylight fades away, 
 And leaves me to the glorious dreams 
 
 Of an eternal day. 
 
 * 
 
 When soft dews fall, and day declines. 
 
 And twilight shadows throw 
 Their silvery veil of magic grace 
 
 Upon the world below. 
 
 Then from the distant spirit-land 
 
 What whispering voices come 
 To mind us that our friends are there, 
 
 And our eternal home. 
 
THIRTY-FOURTH ANNIVERSARY. 1 15 
 
 Their strains of music, soft and low, 
 
 No matter where we rove, 
 Make all our pilgrimage a way 
 
 Of Heaven's unceasing love. 
 
 We vi^alk by faith, but all the way 
 
 God's angels go before. 
 And round our whole horizon play 
 
 Their life-protecting power. 
 
 And rustlings as of dove-like wings 
 
 Bring exquisite presage 
 Of ever-watchful ministries 
 
 Through all our pilgrimage. 
 
 Sweet evening star of radiant hope ! * 
 
 When each day's work is done. 
 Faith lifts our weary spirits up 
 
 To climes beyond the sun. 
 
 Oh, Love Divine, that ministers 
 
 Such evening lights in heaven, 
 To point us to that blest abode 
 
 Where sins are all forgiven ! 
 
 There those who walked together here 
 
 In Christ's appointed way. 
 In that bright sphere no more shall fear 
 
 From him to go astray. 
 
Il6 THIRIY-FOURIH AA'NIVERSARY. 
 
 The dear remembered anthem there 
 Our lisping tongues shall frame, 
 
 And endless years the song repeat 
 Of Moses and the Lamb. 
 
 Burn on, burn on, O lovely star! 
 
 Heaven's glory to adorn, 
 And prophesy through worlds on high 
 
 Our Resurrection Morn. 
 
THIRTY-FIFTH ANNIVEFSARY. 117 
 
 1880. 
 
 IN Hebrew phrase, five weeks of years, 
 Since our dear wedding day ! — 
 Dear Sabbath Jubilees of life, 
 How swiftly past away ! 
 
 With golden sheaves of blessings fresh, 
 
 The retrospect how plain ! 
 And melodies of flying hours 
 
 In musical refrain. 
 
 O sacred covenant of Time ! 
 
 Could we but stay thy flight, 
 Earth might renew in Eden's clime 
 
 Old Adam's first delight. 
 
 For years and months and seasons, sweet 
 
 As ever God arrays. 
 Have borne. new gifts upon their wings. 
 
 And taught new songs of praise 
 
Il8 THIRTY-FIFTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 How crowned with mercy all our life ! 
 
 Our Father's love, how clear ! 
 The stations of our pilgrimage 
 
 Marked by his heavenly care. 
 
 He wakes for us the opening dawn, — 
 The clouds, the passing shower, 
 
 The landscape, valley, plain, and hill, 
 All call us to adore. 
 
 He plants the flowers, unfolds the buds. 
 Their fragrant hues combines. 
 
 And bids the resurrection woods 
 Foretell his bright designs. 
 
 " He bids the honeysuckle bloom, 
 Our cottage to adorn ; 
 He spreads the grass in tender green 
 Upon the dewy lawn. 
 
 Where do his thoughts of love begin? 
 
 Where will they ever end ? 
 The Covenant of Love Divine, 
 
 By our Almighty Friend ! 
 
 O God, our God, thee will we bless 
 While life for praise is given, 
 
 Till immortality renews . 
 The blissful strain in heaven. 
 
THIRTY-SIXTH ANNIVERSARY. IK 
 
 I88I. 
 
 THE sun is shining clear and bright, 
 All Nature moves in sweet array, 
 But sweeter still the pleasant light 
 That shines upon our wedding day. 
 
 The heavens once more look mildly down, 
 The night shows many a beauteous star, 
 
 The angry clouds away have flown. 
 But cloudless love is brighter far. 
 
 The dawn of day is sweet to see, 
 
 And twilight is a lovely hour. 
 But they are only types to me 
 
 Of love's celestial, deathless power. 
 
 The setting sun, the golden eve. 
 The starry sky, shall pass away, 
 
 As brightest dreams our spirits leave, 
 But love dwells in eternal day. 
 
I20 THIRTY-SIXTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Love makes the day, 't is not the sun ; 
 
 His rays may but in mockery shine. 
 'T is darkness if 't is light alone ; 
 
 But love alone makes light divine. 
 
 O Thou who art the source of love, 
 Still shine in mercy from on high. 
 
 And bring us to that world above. 
 Where love shall never wane nor die. 
 
THIRTY-SEVENTH ANNIVERSARY. 121 
 
 1882. 
 
 T THANK my God for all the varied light 
 
 -^ Of his rich mercy which doth crown my days ; 
 
 While the whole flying year, morn, noon, and night, 
 
 Brings fresh memorials for his lasting praise; 
 
 But most of all, that after such delays 
 Of lowering misery in a wilful heart, 
 
 He could with tender loving-kindness raise 
 Me from my lonely prison, and impart 
 
 The dearest blessing that can charm man's life, — 
 
 A loving, faithful, gentle, winning wife ! 
 
 Now, may the course of every day be such 
 
 As shows the effort of a grateful mind. 
 May he who saves us by his healing touch 
 
 Keep us in paths of piety inclined ; 
 
 And as the golden threads of life unwind, 
 May they by grace be gathered up in heaven, 
 
 Till Christ's eternal love in glory bind 
 The hearts that each to each on earth were given. 
 
 Lord, for such bliss our sinful souls prepare; 
 
 Then make us sharers of thy glory there ! 
 
122 THIRTY-EIGHTH ANMVERSARY. 
 
 1883. 
 
 OUR earthly pleasures at their best 
 Are but a questionable rest, 
 Which they who seek as their chief aim 
 Find an inheritance of shame. 
 
 For this world's bliss without alloy 
 
 We never safely can enjoy, 
 And therefore to the loved of Heaven 
 
 Affliction's sacred shield is given, 
 
 To save from those infernal darts 
 
 Aimed by the Tempter at our hearts ; 
 
 And sorrow is Faith's telescope, 
 
 Held by the trembling hand of Hope. 
 
 So looking where the bulwarks shine 
 
 Of our inheritance divine. 
 The sufferings of our mortal state 
 
 Are balanced by the eternal weight 
 
THIRTY-EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY. 1 23 
 
 Of life and immortality, 
 
 From every shade of evil free ; 
 And trials pass like summer showers, 
 
 And then a lovelier growth of flowers. 
 
 So joys and griefs alike shall be 
 
 A Father's heavenly ministry; 
 And all the wants of life shall prove 
 
 A gentle discipline of love ; 
 
 Not severing, but uniting more 
 
 The hearts that grew as one before. 
 
 To trust with sweet, submissive will 
 
 Christ's words of mercy, Peace ! be still ! 
 
124 THIRTY-NINTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1884. 
 
 OH, well do I remember when 
 The age of threescore years and ten 
 In life's horizon lay, 
 As distant mountains in repose, 
 Beneath a robe of silent snows. 
 From earth how far away ! 
 
 But I have climbed this mountain top, 
 And from these snowy crags look up 
 
 The infinite expanse ; 
 Where morning sweeps a vaster sphere. 
 And distant suns seem rushing near, 
 
 As if from Heaven's advance. 
 
 The clouds are all beneath me now, 
 The skies a brighter glory show. 
 
 The Gates Celestial shine; 
 And I sometimes within them see 
 The form of Him who died for me 
 
 Upon the Throne Divine. 
 
THIRTY-NINTH ANNIVERSARY. 125 
 
 So we in love have travelled on, 
 For He hath left me not alone, 
 
 But this dear angel given ; 
 My better soul, my constant wife, 
 The helpmeet of my halting life, 
 
 To lift me nearer Heaven. 
 
 O Giver of each perfect gift ! 
 
 Winged by thy love, our days fly swift ; 
 
 But as they fly we see 
 How filled with light and mercy, all. 
 The claims of thy dear grace recall, 
 
 And bring our souls to thee. 
 
 When angry winds tempestuous roared, 
 We still amid the storms have heard 
 
 The music of God's days ; 
 Each day thy love our diadem. 
 Each week a seven-fold crowned hymn 
 
 Of witness to thy praise. 
 
 What do these boundless mercies prove, 
 And pulses of a grateful love. 
 
 By heavenly grace bestowed, 
 But this, — that he, our loving Friend, 
 With us will travel to the end, 
 
 And brincr us home to God? 
 
126 THIRTY-NINTH ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Author and Finisher of Faith ! 
 
 We rest on thy sweet word that saith, — 
 
 Thy plea for us in prayer, — 
 That when we see thee as thou art, 
 We shall be like thee, heart to heart, 
 
 And dwell forever there. 
 
FORTIETH ANNIVERSARY. 12/ 
 
 1885. 
 
 THROUGH forty years of wedded life, 
 God grant brought nearer heaven, 
 How full of light and love, dear wife, 
 Our journey hath been given ! 
 
 So little have we known of woe, 
 
 ' From want so far removed, 
 Almost a paradise below. 
 Wherever we have roved. 
 
 By manna fed, on God's own word, 
 And in his grace grown strong, 
 
 Their forty years of pilgrimage 
 Our fathers thought full long. 
 
 But Love Divine our life hath crowned 
 
 With blessings all the way, 
 And sweetly still the years run round, 
 
 Love's counsels to obey. 
 
128 FORTIETH AIvmVE/iSARY. 
 
 The air presages frost and snow, 
 The trees have shed their leaves, 
 
 But every season hath its own 
 Dear ministry of sheaves. 
 
 And in our blest experience 
 
 There are no make-believes; 
 For God is love, and every day 
 
 Gives all that faith receives. 
 
 The whole of self that raises us 
 
 To pride for what we seem. 
 Were but a sentence and a curse, 
 
 Like old Belshazzar's dream ! 
 
 If grace did never interpose. 
 
 Of reason so bereft, 
 No remnant but of sins and woes 
 
 Had in man's life been left. 
 
 Dear' Lord ! how good, how kind, how mild, 
 
 Thy discipline hath been ; 
 Though oft by folly almost spoiled, 
 
 Through threescore years and ten. 
 
 It might have been a vale of tears. 
 But filled with rainbows bright, 
 
 The retrospective vision wears 
 A radiance of delight. 
 
FORTIETH ANNIVERSARY. I2g 
 
 And could we live our years again, 
 
 By old experience taught, 
 Except new grace upheld us still. 
 
 Experience would be nought. 
 
 From every wilderness of wrong, 
 Led forth, redeemed, forgiven; 
 
 Dear Miriam's and Moses' song 
 Shall be renewed in heaven. 
 
 O day of gifts that ushered in 
 
 The empire of my wife ! 
 O day of days, when thou wast given 
 
 To be my star of life ! 
 
 Sweet firmament of heavenly grace ! 
 
 The rising of a morn. 
 With radiant lights and melodies 
 
 To brighten and adorn ! 
 
I30 FORTY-FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 1886. 
 
 WHAT loving-kindness in disguise 
 From the great city bade us rise 
 To this enchanted ground; 
 Where, midst the rage of angry seas, 
 As from an Ararat we gaze 
 The lovely landscape round. 
 
 A mount of vast and clear survey, 
 Where shepherds from the king's highway 
 
 With pilgrims might have come ; 
 To show through telescopic eye 
 Far off the pearly gates on high 
 
 Of their celestial home. 
 
 For Jacob's ladder doth appear, 
 And angels are descending here 
 
 In clouds of heavenly flame ; 
 And in the north, angelic hosts. 
 With diamond spears rush to their posts. 
 
 In love's celestial name. 
 
FORTY-FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 131 
 
 All unimaginable hues 
 
 The dying hours of day diffuse, 
 
 Colors so deep and fair, 
 As if the lightning and the sun 
 Had met and mingled into one 
 
 Magnetic impulse there. 
 
 The glory and the peace supreme. 
 The evening light, the sunset gleam, 
 
 A sea with diamonds riven: 
 Horizons lost in boundless air, 
 Hills rising as a verdant stair. 
 
 Whose landing-place is heaven. 
 
 The sky reflected in a glow 
 Of richer, mellower light below, 
 
 A new creation seems. 
 The river with a soul imbued, 
 Reverberates infinitude, 
 
 As in the change of dreams. 
 
 And mirrored in its silent face, 
 This wondrous evanescent grace, 
 
 Shed from the heavens abroad, 
 Uprises as a radiant glance, 
 The indwelling soul's adoring trance, 
 
 Where Nature worships God. 
 
132 FORTY-FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 
 
 Here, dearest one, may love's control, 
 In God's own peace preserve thy soul, 
 
 And grace and mercy given. 
 Make thy declining years renew 
 The freshness of youth's vernal dew, 
 
 In sweet foretastes of heaven. 
 
 The reader will notice that the forty-first is the 
 last of the anniversary poems. The miscella- 
 neous poems, which follow, I could not conscien- 
 tiously withhold from this volume, as they were 
 prized by my dear wife, and in the main, se- 
 lected by her for publication in connection with 
 the memorial poems. 
 
 Her death, which occurred on Friday, Novem- 
 ber 19, 1886, was an event so sudden, so instan- 
 taneous, without warning, without a look, a word ; 
 as swift as a flash of lightning out of a cloudless 
 heaven, — a translation like that of Enoch, " who 
 was not, for God took him," — so overwhelming 
 that I hardly dare to trust myself with the re- 
 membrance of it. 
 
 Some sentences from a letter written by me, in 
 answer to inquiries of sympathy, anxiety, and 
 sorrow from a very dear relative of my beloved 
 wife, may be a more suitable description than 
 anything I can now employ : — 
 
 What a life of happiness in her beloved and 
 loving society have I, in God's mercy, been per- 
 
BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 133 
 
 mitted to enjoy ! Forty-one years of the love 
 and ministering care of such an angel, never 
 thinking of herself, but always for me and oth- 
 ers, with her tender, anxious, incessant care, al- 
 ways renewed ; relieving me of every household 
 anxiety, with such an artless, affectionate, trust- 
 ful simplicity and earnestness, that the life of the 
 whole family was an unruffled current of happi- 
 ness ; her prayers always ascending for us all ; 
 and in uninterrupted attention to my welfare, for 
 my quietude, and happiness, and peace of mind 
 and heart. 
 
 Oh what a precious era of existence with such 
 a being! I look back upon it all with amazement 
 at God's loving-kindness, in providing and sparing 
 for so many years such an angel of his own loving 
 guidance to be my wife ! Oh the inestimable 
 value of such a blessing ! 
 
 And then the precious benediction of our ador- 
 able Redeemer upon our mutual affection, in 
 which there could be no idolatry, but a sweet ful- 
 filment of his own dear command, " HUSBANDS, 
 LOVE YOUR Wives, even as Christ loved the 
 Church, and gave Himself for it." No hu- 
 man being can ever go beyond that, nor can any 
 one ever come up to it, except by the inspiration 
 of our dear Lord's own Divine Spirit, which, if 
 possessed and obeyed, would make every family 
 on earth a dwelling-place of Heaven, 
 
134 BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 
 
 Truly, " the voice of rejoicing and salvation " 
 is thus in the "tabernacles of the righteous," and 
 will always be such as long as Christ's own 
 prayers and commandments are ofTered and 
 obeyed ; our households are thus of Christ's own 
 creation and presence. Their mercy-seat under 
 the wings of his own cherubim, intended as the 
 representative of his presence and love. Oh 
 what an uninterrupted, constituted state of infi- 
 nite mercy would even this world be, if only this 
 one command of wedded love, parental tender- 
 ness, and holy teaching of the children, given by 
 our blessed Saviour for every family on earth, 
 were fulfilled by all ! 
 
 Oh who can rightly appreciate the preciousness 
 of such a gift ! 
 
 Several weeks before my dear wife was so trans- 
 lated from us on earth to Heaven, she had been 
 employed in preparation for a mission of tender- 
 est love and mercy to the dear children, so be- 
 loved by her (and especially to dear little Wyatt), 
 whose education in Christ's own love had been 
 for many months so great an object of her anxiety 
 and prayer. 
 
 Oh how the dear child was intwined in the 
 affections of her heart, and what sweet, attractive, 
 and entrancing power of heavenly emotion she 
 possessed over him ! Every night and morning 
 she carried him to the gates of the New Jerusa- 
 
BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 135 
 
 lem, and set him down there as in the care of 
 guardian angels ! And now, just before this new 
 Christmas season, she was getting a sweet array 
 of attractive, persuasive lessons and presents for 
 him and for the other dear ones, and was antici- 
 pating the happiness of another winter of undis- 
 turbed and blessed efforts to lead his youthful 
 heart to Jesus. 
 
 Oh what would she not have enjoyed in carry- 
 ing out this intention ; which indeed she seemed 
 to have regarded in some respects as if it were 
 her final and crowning missionary work in the 
 dear circle of souls committed to her charge ! 
 
 We had been perusing the record of some happy 
 pilgrimage full of usefulness, and closed with 
 grace and glory. I cannot now remember the 
 name of the Pilgrim, whose life and death were 
 so full of radiance ; but these lines which I now 
 copy were written then : — 
 
 Dearest Love, may I and you 
 Find this Pilgrim's record true : 
 Dearest Love, may you and I, 
 Watching, praying, hourly try, 
 From Christ's earnest in the hearf, 
 By the Holy Spirit given, 
 Each to others to impart 
 Something of the bliss of heaven ! 
 
 May we by this river live. 
 Till in glory we arrive ! 
 Finding still, for me and you. 
 
136 BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 
 
 Something more for each to do ; — 
 Something more for Jesus' praise, 
 Ere we close our pilgrim days. 
 
 May we, by this river living, 
 Hourly drafts to others giving. 
 Find it sweeter thus to give. 
 Than else it could be to receive. 
 Till in glory we arrive : 
 Finding still, for me and you, 
 Some more precious work to do ; 
 More for our Redeemer's praise. 
 Ere we close our pilgrim days ! 
 
BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 
 
 137 
 
 THE FAREWELL BLESSING. 
 
 "LT OW precious to each heart the farev/ell 
 blessing 
 
 Of all departing saints in Christ is found ! 
 They, like the sun, seem larger at their setting, 
 
 And flood with hght the whole creation round. 
 
 May God's dear mercy grant us such possession, 
 And power of faith to speak our Saviour's love ; 
 
 That we may know the bliss of faith's confession. 
 Through all earth's pilgrimage towards heaven 
 above ! 
 
 That hope in Christ, — how glorious, how divine L 
 God's witness to the Grace of his Dear Son ! 
 
 A light through all the vale of death to shine, 
 The Resurrection and the Life begun. 
 
 . Oh what a dream of glory might it be. 
 
 If thou, God's dearest gift, — my loving wife — 
 Should prove the Angel first to welcome me 
 Within the glories of Eternal Life. 
 
 O gracious God! within thy presence hide us. 
 Redeemed and sheltered from the death of sin ; 
 
 And grant thy Holy Spirit's grace to guide us, 
 The Resurrection Life in Christ to win. 
 
138 BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 
 
 BIRTHDAY OFFERING. 
 
 DAY of thy birth, my loving wife ! 
 Oh, who could then foresee 
 The spring of love, the star of life, 
 Thou wouldst be unto me ! 
 
 In all my wanderings round the globe 
 
 How little could I dream 
 That such a rainbow light would come 
 
 To comfort and redeem ; 
 
 That I, unworthy and forlorn. 
 So many years should roam. 
 
 And thou reserved my bride to be, 
 The angel of my home ! 
 
 Most Merciful ! deal kindly still, 
 
 Thou Everlasting Friend ! 
 And lead us gently, all thy way. 
 
 Rejoicing to the end. 
 
 Whatever be thy blessed will, 
 
 Oh, let not ours intrude ; 
 For thou alone art always still 
 
 The Giver of all good. 
 
BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 139 
 
 But grant that in the Book of Life 
 
 Our names as one remain, 
 Forever to adore his grace, 
 
 The Lamb for sinners slain. 
 
 Our times are in his loving hand. 
 
 And our eternal bliss; 
 Our quiet sleep at his command, 
 
 Our resurrection his. 
 
 As in the covenant of his love 
 
 Our Christian names were tied, 
 So in the presence of the Lord 
 
 Forever we 'II abide. 
 
 LOVE'S EARLIEST MEMORIALS. 
 
 YE dear memorials of love's earliest hours ! 
 How pleasant to be welcomed by these 
 flowers ! 
 As grateful as the fragrant breath of June, 
 Sweet as the dew, precious as these soft showers 
 Falling to-day, like spring, from morn till noon, 
 Mayhap till twilight introduce the moon, 
 With interlude of winds, through autumn bowers. 
 Kissing the earth, keeping the world in tune. 
 
14° BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 
 
 The autumnal rain veils with a misty light 
 
 The birth of that fair bridal cloudless day, 
 
 When, in the covenant of God's holy rite. 
 
 We gave each other and ourselves away, 
 
 And, in our little boat with promise bright. 
 
 As for the unseen land of pure delight. 
 
 With hopes and prayers and grateful praise alway, 
 
 From the dear household shore we sailed that day. 
 
 With clouds of blessings borne by anxious fears, 
 
 Distilled from prayers as rainbows by the sun. 
 
 Groups of loved friends surrounded us in tears, 
 
 Not doubtful of the sunshine from above. 
 
 But with rich fruits of tenderest yearning love, 
 
 Insurance for life's journey so begun, 
 
 Not knowing through what snares their path might 
 
 run. 
 By whom the crown of glory should be won. 
 
 The tears, the prayers, the sadness, and the joy, — 
 Not dreams of evil darkling o'er the mind, 
 Nor premonitions of mistakes entwined, 
 Nor in default of thoughts to God resigned. 
 But that no earthly bliss, without alloy, 
 Comes from the Father of Eternal Light, 
 Whose gifts alike are, morning, noon, or night, 
 A jewelled train with his own radiance bright. 
 
 Sure as the covenant in God's word expressed. 
 Sure as the sun shining from east to west, 
 
BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. HI 
 
 His love shall guide our daily pilgrimage, 
 Who gives his angels charge, where'er we roam, 
 To keep our faltering steps through every stage, 
 Till he shall speak the word that calls us home, 
 With all the dear ones of the household blest, 
 To be partakers of his heavenly rest. 
 
 Now be the temple, — oft by mercy swept 
 
 For his abode who knocked for entrance there, — 
 
 In heart and mind by grace divinely kept. 
 
 In his dear name, with holiest praise and prayer ; 
 
 Till his indwelling presences become, 
 
 Through love's assurance of our sins forgiven. 
 
 Sweet foretastes of the life that makes heaven home. 
 
 Dear worship of a faith that makes home heaven. 
 
 PERPETUAL YOUTH. 
 
 FOR do you not know that the older you grow. 
 The nearer you come to perpetual youth? 
 With the swift-flowirtg river of time you go 
 
 To the bright-rolling ocean of God's own truth. 
 And the world where your Father is taking our 
 souls, 
 From the wrecks that were tossing on billows of 
 grief, 
 
142 BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 
 
 Is a world that forever in harmony rolls, 
 
 And brings to all anguish the sweetest rehef. 
 
 There the old men ramble with children's hearts, 
 As though never a manhood of sin were known ; 
 
 And the children handle for sport the darts 
 From the bow of the enemy hurtless thrown. 
 
 So the dimmer your vision, and darker the night, 
 
 The sooner it opens in endless light; 
 And the nearer by sickness to death you come, 
 
 The nearer you are to that beautiful home, 
 In the clime where never a child shall say, 
 
 " My head ! my heart ! I am ill to-day." 
 But holy and happy with Christ in heaven. 
 
 The people for his dear sake forgiven, 
 Wander at will by the banks of Life's river, 
 
 Breathing its blossoms forever and ever. 
 
 ONE DAY AS A THOUSAND YEARS. 
 
 HOW long the sweetness of this life shall be. 
 The God that gave it only can foretell ; 
 His loving-kindness thus to you and me 
 
 Shall never end while in its truth we dwell. 
 Give but the grace, our God ! even through tears. 
 
 To learn a little of thy truth by love ; 
 Then death shall teach us more than thousand 
 years, 
 The moment we behold thy face above. 
 
BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 1 43 
 
 For thou, our Father, art our all in all. 
 
 And we, thy children, on thy bosom fall. 
 And death is life to those who trust in thee, 
 And where thou art, there shall thy servants be. 
 
 Beholding thus our Saviour, face to face. 
 
 Seeing as seen, and knowing even as known, 
 
 And by the discipline of such sweet grace 
 Made fit to bear the glory of his throne : 
 
 Praise to the God of so divine a power ! 
 Father of mercies, give us hearts to praise ; 
 
 Long as our life shall last preserve this dower, 
 
 And be the keeper of our endless days. 
 
 And a little child shall lead them. — Isa. xi. 6. 
 
 Shall lead them to Jesus ! Oh wonderful word. 
 By the prophet of Judah in majesty heard ! 
 Shall lead them to Jesus; for " Come unto me" 
 Is the voice to all nations, in God's jubilee. 
 
 And the mothers shall follow, that strayed from the 
 
 fold. 
 Their lambs gathered back from the darkness and 
 
 cold; 
 And the children the praises of Jesus shall speak, 
 And the hearts of the fathers their children shall 
 
 seek. 
 
144 BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. 
 
 'T is the voice of redemption to Adam's lost race, — • 
 The youthful, the aged, by land and by sea ; 
 The voice of their Father's all-merciful grace, 
 The voice of the Saviour, " Come quickly to me." 
 
 Shall the knowledge of Christ to the wide world be 
 
 given, 
 And the light of his teaching, as far as the sun. 
 But the story of love in the gospel be driven 
 From the schools, where the life of the heart is 
 
 begun? 
 
 Oh, far be the word from the State and the house- 
 
 hold, 
 That dares intercept the Redeemer's decree, 
 Or shuts from the scholar the sweet invitation, 
 " In the dew of your youth, come, ye children, to mel " 
 
 In the church, in the school, in the house of our 
 
 childhood, 
 God's truth shall forever be settled and free ; 
 And sacred the seal of the God-given freedom, 
 Forbid not the children to come unto me ! 
 
 Unto me, your Redeemer from sin and perdition, 
 In whose loving mercy forever ye dwell ; 
 The lost dying sinner's Almighty Physician, 
 Your own loving Saviour from death and from hell. 
 
BIRTHDAY OFFERINGS. I45 
 
 And the State that forbids, in its bold, daring 
 
 madness, 
 The gospel that Jesus commands to be spread. 
 Shall be as the Sodom, condemned by its vices. 
 Whose children spring forth from the crimes of the 
 
 dead. 
 
 But in the glad music of Zion's hosannas 
 
 The voice of all nations united shall be, 
 
 With the words floating wide on love's conquering 
 
 banners, 
 "Forever, ye little ones, come unto me ! " 
 
146 CREATION'S CHRISTMAS ANTHEM. 
 
 CREATION'S CHRISTMAS ANTHEM. 
 
 ^~\ DAY of glory in the air 
 ^-^ And gladness through the sky; 
 Of light and sunshine everywhere, 
 That sin and death defy ! 
 
 Oh, dearest of all melodies. 
 
 The song of songs to me. 
 Is this ; — that since Christ came to earth, 
 
 Good will to men shall be ! 
 
 For Christ to you this day was born, 
 
 A Saviour from your sins ; 
 To-day your Resurrection Morn 
 
 From death to life begins. 
 
 He 's born a babe, to die for you, 
 
 That you may never die. 
 But live forever in his love 
 
 Beyond the starry sky. 
 
CREATION'S CHRIS2-MAS ANTHEM. H7 
 
 O day of freedom from despair, 
 
 And melody complete; 
 Of rest upon the harbor fair, 
 
 And quiet in the street. 
 
 The mountains to the little hills 
 
 Sing out their songs of joy; 
 The hills clap hands to all the vales, 
 
 The birds their notes employ. 
 
 It is the Sabbath of God's mirth, 
 
 The proof that love prevails ; 
 Where all creation had its birth. 
 
 And life that never fails. 
 
 Sing forth his love through all the earth, 
 
 As he the mission gives ; 
 And tell the whole despairing world, 
 
 That now the sinner lives. 
 
 No more shall guilt infest the ground, 
 
 Nor death the flowers invade ; 
 But life and health breathe sweetly round. 
 
 O'er hill and vale and glade. 
 
 Where blossoms spring with daisy buds 
 
 And flowers forever bright, 
 And trees of Paradise are found 
 
 By rivers of delight ; 
 
148 CREATION'S CHRISTMAS ANTHEM. 
 
 And New Jerusalems arise, 
 Where guardian-angels meet, 
 
 And throngs of merry boys and girls 
 Are playing in the street. 
 
 They call your names with glad surprise, 
 
 Each other there to greet, 
 For never in their dreams did rise 
 
 A vision half so sweet. 
 
 O Lamb of God, whose precious blood 
 
 Brings such a joy to me. 
 In the dear hope that once for all 
 
 We may thy glory see, 
 
 Because thy dying love hath gained 
 
 In heaven such rest to be, 
 Salvation from the guilt and death 
 
 Of earth's idolatry ! 
 
 Transcendent gift of Jesus' love. 
 
 Bestowed on such as me ! 
 God help me to believe, each hour, 
 
 That mine such bliss can be ! 
 
 Forever shall our souls, dear' Lord, 
 
 Breathe thy beloved name, 
 And sing the everlasting song 
 
 Of Moses and the Lamb ! 
 
THE PROPHECIES OF SPRING. 1 49 
 
 THE PROPHECIES OF SPRING. 
 
 SOFT-STEALING Spring ! from thy daybreak 
 Our world a brighter air doth take. 
 Commencing with the violet's birth, 
 A bridal morn spreads o'er the earth ; 
 And all the flowers from March to May 
 Will soon have blossomed into day. 
 
 The tender fragrant brake unweaves 
 To the sun its pale compacted leaves; 
 'Neath tufts of glossy evergreen 
 The crimson berries hide unseen ; 
 But well the truant schoolboys know 
 Where ivy buds and berries grow. 
 
 Returning birds are on the wing 
 At thy loved call, enchanting Spring! 
 And budding forth with fearless haste, 
 Intruding on the winter's waste, 
 Thy snow-drops in the chilly air 
 Renew my faith, reprove my care. 
 
TSO THE PROPHECIES OF SPRING. 
 
 The mazy brooks, at thy loud call 
 Released from winter's icy thrall, 
 Merry as girls let loose from school, 
 And unrestrained by art or rule. 
 Sing to the moss flowers, where they grow, 
 Sing to the melting wreaths of snow. 
 
 Filled with the sunshine of the soul, 
 Sweet thoughts steal forth at thy control ; 
 The humming of the busy bee 
 Foretells the summer's minstrelsy, 
 And all the pulses of the heart 
 Into new life ecstatic start. 
 
 O blessed Spring ! sweet time of hope ! 
 Thou lift'st my drooping spirit up ; 
 Thou send'st me forth truth's seeds to sow 
 Where'er the living waters flow ; 
 Thy promises my faith employ, — 
 Who sow in tears, shall reap in joy. 
 
 O maiden fair, at thy dear voice 
 The mountains and the vales rejoice ; 
 Once more the woods with music ring, 
 West winds of thee are whispering. 
 And every stream re-echoes sweet 
 The silver bells upon thy feet. 
 
THE PROPHECIES OF SPRING. I 5 1 
 
 O prophesying Spring ! in thee 
 The lesson of our life we see 
 Compact with germs of truth and right, 
 That struggle upwards to the light, 
 And disciplined with April showers 
 Break forth in summer fruits and flowers. 
 
 And when the golden harvests wave, 
 And snow lies on the Winter's grave ; 
 When for the Resurrection day 
 We lay our mortal dress away, — 
 The ascended soul within heaven's gate 
 Shall her divine companion wait. 
 
152 A HYMN. 
 
 A HYMN 
 FOR MY SABBATH-SCHOOL CHILDREN. 
 
 "XTTOULD you be as angels are? 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 Would you banish every care? 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 Like the lark upon the wing, 
 Like the warbling bird of spring, 
 Like the crystal spheres that ring, 
 Sing His praise ! 
 
 Like the hidden bird of night, 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 Like the linnet in the light, 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 Like the shouting sons of God, 
 Like the morning star's accord. 
 Like the stormy winds abroad, 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 
 In the church and in the street, 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 If a Christian you do meet. 
 
 Sing His' praise! 
 
A HYMN. I S3 
 
 In the house and by the way, 
 At your work and at your play, 
 Like the elements alway. 
 Sing His praise ! 
 
 If the world upon you frown. 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 If you're left to sing alone, 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 If sad trials come to you. 
 As to every one they do, 
 For that they are blessings too, 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 
 For his wondrous dying love 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 That He intercedes above 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 Thus, whene'er you come to die, 
 You shall soar beyond the sky, 
 And with angel-choirs on high 
 
 Sing His praise ! 
 
154 THE ACCEPTED TIME. 
 
 THE ACCEPTED TIME. 
 
 /^^UT of the Word, God and my conscience say, 
 ^^ " In the Lord's vineyard work for me to-day ; " 
 Out of my heart the bells of Satan chime, 
 " Wait till you have a more convenient time." 
 
 Out of the Word, " With strictness keep thy heart." 
 How can I keep it, Lord, if thou depart? 
 The Spirit summons me to watch and pray; 
 The Flesh replies, " For this time go thy way." 
 
 Oh, then, to-day, take. Lord, thy loving rule, 
 And keep my truant, foolish thoughts at school 1 
 As yet I have not learned love's ABC, 
 Nor shall I ever till I learn of thee. 
 
 Wind up my heart, O Lord, and set it right; 
 So shall it run for thee by day, by night. 
 My thoughts no more from thee shall fly astray. 
 For love divine shall bind me to thy sway. 
 
THE ACCEPTED TIME. 155 
 
 A living temple thus my soul shall be, 
 Furnished by heavenly grace and kept for thee. 
 For thee its faithful altar-fires shall burn, 
 To thee in love its warm affections turn ; 
 
 And as a flame the spire shall point to heaven, 
 And as a choir the bells shall ring " Forgiven ! " 
 And earth shall answer the celestial chime, 
 " Thy will be done : now is the accepted time ! " 
 
15^ GOD'S PRESENCE OUR LIFE. 
 
 "If thy Presence go not with us, carry us not up 
 HENCE." — Ex. xxxiii. 15. 
 
 IV/rY God, I cannot live without 
 Thy presence and thy love; 
 My soul rejoices in thy word, 
 
 All earthly joys above. 
 That I no more may break with thee, 
 
 No more from thee depart, 
 Give me thy covenant, and enthrone 
 
 Thy love within my heart. 
 
 That love shall keep its seal for me, 
 
 My heart forever thine. 
 Thy face in glory I shall see. 
 
 And in thine image shine. 
 
 Then, from these transient clouds, shall rise 
 
 The heaven of endless light ; 
 And I deliverance sweet shall know 
 
 From all that dims my sight ; 
 Lo, from the midnight of the soul, 
 
 Despair shall flee away, 
 And I enjoy beyond control 
 
 God's everlasting day. 
 
GOD'S PRESENCE OUR LIFE. T57 
 
 Till then, at thy command I stay, 
 
 Thy counsel to fulfil ; 
 And I shall know forever so. 
 
 The pleasure of thy will. 
 
 Thy presence my perpetual joy 
 
 Through all eternity, 
 A living temple for my God 
 
 Forever I shall be. 
 No more to leave my God, my heaven, 
 
 But there forever shine. 
 The chief of sinners so forgiven, 
 
 And God forever mine. 
 
158 SABBATH OF ioth FEBRUARY, 1861. 
 
 SABBATH OF THE lOTH FEBRUARY, 1861. 
 
 TO MY DEAR WIFE. 
 
 "D Y Nature, grace, and God's revealed word, 
 -L' O day divine, with beauty, truth, and love. 
 An orb serene let down from heaven above ; 
 Earth shines as if 't were paradise restored. 
 The bride adorned for her returning Lord. 
 
 And if the soul's inward divine array 
 Were occupied with presences as bright, 
 
 And heavenly shone with like celestial light. 
 Content in such a blissful frame to stay 
 
 One need not wish for wings to fly away. 
 
 And such a rest might angels, wandering past, 
 Mistake for precincts of their own bright home. 
 
 From this to heaven it were not far to roam, 
 Nor need the impatient spirit upward haste ; 
 
 The lingering hours so spent were never waste. 
 
 So by the Sabbath's holy grace we may, 
 As in a silver boat or flaming car, 
 
 Be from the world's wild tumult floated far, 
 And, through the business of each working day, 
 
 A Sabbath's journey nearer heaven alway. 
 
THE DREAM AND ITS MEANING. I?Q 
 
 THE DREAM AND ITS MEANING. 
 
 AT THAT lovely ministers of grace, 
 
 To show the steps to Heaven ! 
 An open Paradise disclosed, 
 By their example given ! 
 
 Those saints, in Jacob's midnight dream, 
 The wanderer taught to climb, 
 
 Would he but tread where they but led, 
 To regions so sublime ! 
 
 To them no sweeter lesson shown. 
 
 While God revealed the way. 
 Than by their own success to teach 
 
 God's Patriarch how to pray. 
 
 In Padan-aram's open air 
 
 How glorious was the sight, 
 When, angel-winged, each seraph trod 
 
 Those stairs of golden light. 
 
 How sweet, how kind, the lesson taught, 
 And through the Patriarch given, — 
 
 God's steps from earth must all be trod, 
 If we would rise to Heaven. 
 
l6o iHli DREAM AND ITS MEANING. 
 
 Oh, blessed stewardship of grace. 
 
 That, laden so with love, 
 We may angelic footsteps trace. 
 
 In guiding souls above. 
 
 For so the ladder plain implied, — 
 Though wings could sweep the air, 
 
 The soul of man must first be tried 
 By faith and hope and prayer ! 
 
 No gentler lessons e'er conveyed, 
 By Christ's dear symbols given, 
 
 Than this angelic drama played. 
 From earth to upper heaven. 
 
 It was our A B C of grace, 
 
 Our early Christmas talk; 
 It was our standing-stool of life, 
 
 Ere we had learned to walk ; 
 
 The blissful law to parents given. 
 
 For little ones to heed. 
 With childhood's dear confiding steps, , 
 
 Where those they loved could lead. 
 
 Love's holiest early covenant, 
 Renewed through every age, 
 
 That each successive race might win 
 Its heavenly pilgrimage ! 
 
THE FIRST APRIL-FOOL'S DAY. l6l 
 
 THE FIRST APRIL-FOOL'S DAY. 
 
 IT was a day when Wind and Sun, 
 Resolving they would have some fun, 
 In playful mood combined together 
 To cheat the Spring about the weather. 
 
 They knew there would be frost and snow 
 Ere winter winds should cease to blow, 
 But said, " We will persuade the trees. 
 By summer sun and balmy breeze, 
 To ope their blossoms to the air, 
 And shed their early fragrance there ; 
 And though it be eight weeks too soon, 
 We '11 make believe the first of June." 
 
 'T was when the months had ne'er been named, 
 Nor Nature to man's whimseys tamed, 
 For all was wild and deboimaire. 
 And fancy sported free and fair; 
 Old Falsehood's reign had not begun, 
 With Adam's race imposed upon ; 
 Fermented drinks had not been quaffed, 
 Nor shapely fruit-trees cut for graft. 
 
1 62 THE FIRST APRIL-FOOL'S DAY. 
 
 It was a world of things sincere ; 
 Nor rum was known, nor lager beer. 
 If from the mossy fountain's brink 
 Men turned some sweeter draught to drink, 
 Cool clustered grapes were pressed in the cup ; 
 A nectar humming-birds might sup, 
 Or robin-redbreasts, when they pair, 
 Nor be the worse for such a fare. 
 
 It was the first of April ; though 
 Nor Sun nor Wind as yet did know 
 The months would e'er be christened so, 
 But went in their simplicity. 
 From guile and malice wholly free, 
 As sportive maids could ever be. 
 The birds already 'gan to sing. 
 And prophesied an early Spring. 
 
 That morn the laughing day did break, 
 As eyelids of a babe awake 
 From slumbering on its mother's breast, 
 With love and infant dreams refreshed. 
 
 Had you been there, you would have thought 
 That April slumbering June had caught, 
 And in a masque so changed attire 
 As would confound the boldest liar. 
 
 The sun with such sweet lustre rose. 
 As the earth's bridal morning shows. 
 
THE FIRST APRIL-FOOL'S DAY. 163 
 
 The sleeping buds, each with his cup, 
 
 Drank the divine solution up. 
 
 Their infant blossoms 'gan unroll, 
 
 In leaflets to the sweet control 
 
 Of such a fond caressing gale, 
 
 As blushes fired in cheeks so pale. 
 
 That you might think the boughs were hung 
 
 With snow-drifts, and with roses strung ; 
 
 Or apple-blooms had instant shown, 
 
 Where snow-drops only could have grown. 
 
 And so the exquisite process grew, 
 In simple faith, all the day through. 
 All Nature did the summer greet. 
 Childlike, and thoughtless of deceit ; 
 Till that which should have waited weeks, 
 Beguiled by unsuspected freaks, 
 Sprung to such sweetness in one day. 
 As one night's frost might sweep away. 
 
 And sooth, it came ; for the warm Sun 
 And frolic Wind, their mischief done, 
 Not knowing what the end would be. 
 Of all this sportive treachery. 
 Resumed the manners of the spring, 
 To see what droll alarm 't would bring. 
 
 So frost and snow, with clouds and rain. 
 Beat down upon the woods again ; 
 
164 THE FIRST APRIL-FOOL'S DAY. 
 
 And summer's sun, and April showers, 
 
 And balmy gales, wooing the flowers, 
 
 Wearily waited for, came not, 
 
 That should have come unbribed, unsought; 
 
 But wintry gloom and frosty air, 
 
 And dying buds and blank despair, 
 
 With mildewed leaves, and scar and blot; 
 
 Instead of lovely blossoms, fraught 
 
 With grateful thanks to sun and air, 
 
 That made Eve's paradise so fair. 
 
 And now the Sun and Wind once more 
 Renewed the utmost of their power. 
 Repenting of their hasty game, 
 To drooping Nature's help they came. 
 But all too late ! All they could do. 
 The whole o' the backward spring run through, 
 Regret, remorse, could not redeem 
 Their fraud on Nature's simple scheme. 
 July itself but brought again 
 April, where July should have been. 
 Where breathes and blooms the first of June, 
 The first of April was too soon. 
 Spring-tide and harvest both went wrong ; 
 And all the summer season long 
 The Sun and Wind were heard to say, 
 " Ourselves were the April fools that day. 
 Who would have thought a few short hours 
 Could work such havoc with the flowers ! " 
 
THE FIRST APRIL-FOOVS DAY. 165 
 
 Oh, happy world, were all misrule 
 No worse than Nature's play at school ; 
 For each new season would restore 
 Creation's beauty as before. 
 
 But we are under sacred laws 
 Of heart and thought and word, because 
 A dreadful and malignant power 
 Is ever waiting to devour. 
 And watching still, in things of good, 
 Some opening where he may intrude. 
 And worlds of mischief may be wrought 
 By idle speech, from careless thought. 
 With inconsiderate lessons taught. 
 
 The promise you have made in fun, 
 Redeem before the setting sun : 
 For truth and love are the only power 
 That can be trusted with one hour. 
 And careless jests oft harm procure. 
 That all our wisdom cannot cure, 
 And plant a woe, all Nature through, 
 Mere penitence could ne'er undo. 
 And prepossessive falsehoods blight 
 A life with fairest promise bright. 
 
 Good moo^ds are sibyls, coy and shy, 
 
 And jealous of neglect ; 
 And if you pass them heedless by, 
 
 Revenge you may expect. 
 
1 66 THE FIRST MAY MORNING. 
 
 If God's dear words were man's good pleasure, 
 
 There were no need of other treasure ; 
 
 For still the endowment of his Spirit 
 
 Each soul sincere would sure inherit. 
 
 But ah, the misery of that well-known rhyme, 
 
 Procrastination is the thief of Time ! 
 
 THE FIRST MAY MORNING. 
 
 He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall 
 doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves wit''' 
 him. — Ps. cxxvi. 6. 
 
 THE husbandman hath patience long, 
 Praying and sowing, morn and eve, — 
 The confidence of reason strong. 
 
 Through faith that natural lessons give. 
 
 At each renewal of the spring. 
 
 So lovely that the heavens rejoice. 
 
 Prophetic songs that angels sing. 
 Foretell the reaper's grateful voice. 
 
 Thy bread upon the waters cast, 
 
 Shall prove thine endless blessing still. 
 
 Long as the years of time shall last, 
 God's primal promise to fulfil. 
 
 Praying and praising may I go. 
 And drop with every word a tear. 
 
 Through all God's gardening world to show 
 The fruits that faith and mercy bear. 
 
THE FIRST MAY MORNING. 1 67 
 
 Oh, never can such toil be dreary, 
 
 Nor Christ's dear work be counted vain ; 
 
 A loving heart is never weary 
 In joy or grief, sunshine or rain. 
 
 So he that goeth forth with weeping, — 
 Christ's tears of love, his gospel grain, — 
 
 Shall doubtless come again rejoicing 
 Where life's eternal harvests reign. 
 
 The rain and sun, this sweet May morning, 
 On buds and blossoms, germs and seeds. 
 
 Repeat dear Nature's faithful warning, — 
 Protect the flowers, pluck up the weeds. 
 
l68 THE ESTRANGED BROUGHT HOME. 
 
 THE ESTRANGED BROUGHT HOME. 
 
 LORD, shall I ever reach my home, 
 So long estranged from thee to roam, 
 Forgetful of the life to come. 
 
 From thee, my joy? 
 Oh, take the wanderer by the hand, 
 Teach me to run at thy command, 
 And bring me to the heavenly land, 
 For thine employ. 
 
 There shall I live for thee alone, 
 Knowing no business of mine own. 
 Nor field but for thy reaping sown. 
 
 Thy harvest home ! 
 Home for the soul that trusts in thee. 
 Day of eternal liberty. 
 The sons of God's dear Son made free. 
 
 No more to roam. 
 
 If thou art mine, then I am thine. 
 And in thy radiance I shall shine. 
 An earthly clod made all divine. 
 Thy grace to show ! 
 
THE ESTRANGED BROUGHT HOME. 169 
 
 And through the universe to raise 
 New hallelujahs to thy praise, 
 And hymns for everlasting days, 
 
 All worlds to know ! 
 Thy boundless love, through thy dear Son, 
 For guilty men, by sin undone. 
 But yet by patient mercy won, 
 
 Heaven to bestow ! 
 
 Oh, wondrous mercy ! by the blood 
 Of our incarnate blessed Lord, 
 Poured forth for our eternal good. 
 
 In grace forever ! 
 Grace that the vilest heart may reach. 
 And sinners even like me might preach, 
 And pardon for the lost beseech. 
 
 Abandoned never ! 
 
 If the blest boon for those who pray. 
 Be sought while it is called to-day. 
 And those who seek God's mercy say, 
 
 Lord, I believe ! 
 The costly gift by Jesus' blood, 
 To bring thy lost soul back to God, 
 In boundless tenderness bestowed, 
 
 Thou shalt receive ! 
 
 But if the habit of delay 
 Persuade you madly, far away 
 
170 THE ESTRANGED BROUGHT HOME. 
 
 God's priceless offer to betray 
 
 For one more morrow, — 
 
 The righteous issue will proceed ; 
 
 You never can prevent its speed, 
 
 Nor, though eternity you ne.ed. 
 One moment borrow! 
 
 To-day, while it is called to-day. 
 
 Oh, seek Christ's mercy while you may, 
 
 Nor till the warning deluge stay. 
 
 Fly to his throne ! 
 Then only are you safe, for there, 
 In Jesus' loving grace and care. 
 The crown of life your name shall wear, 
 
 Sealed as his own. 
 
 No more by sin and hell distrest. 
 But sweetly on your Saviour's breast. 
 Under his wing your soul shall rest. 
 
 Condemned never! 
 With him in glory you shall reign. 
 For him all loss shall be your gain, 
 And his confession shall remain 
 
 Your crown forever ! 
 
BIR THDA V OFFERINGS. \ 7 1 
 
 A YEAR OF CONFLICTS. 
 
 MEMORIAL OF 1857. 
 
 THY perfect love, O precious wife ! 
 Heals, in the pilgrimage of life, 
 The Marah of external strife. 
 Thy radiant presence doth impart, 
 Beyond the reach of wealth or art, 
 Such sunshine to my inmost heart, 
 That nothing bitter can remain, 
 But sunbeams play across the rain. 
 And chase the lingering shades of pain. 
 
 In our dear covenant of love, 
 Ascending at our first remove. 
 We came to Elim's palmy grove; 
 Came to the shadow of the Rock, 
 Whither the Shepherd leads his flock, 
 Life's crystal fountain to unlock, — 
 That fountain which has ever flowed, 
 The gift that is the grace of God, 
 Attendant on our winding road. 
 
1 72 BIR THDA Y OFFERINGS. 
 
 Nor shall it in the desert cease, 
 Companion of our life's increase, 
 With manna of celestial peace : 
 We find it each successive morn, 
 Fresh as the glow of rosy dawn, 
 Or pearls upon the dewy lawn, 
 New sprinkled from the hand of God, 
 Where human feet had never trod. 
 The approaches to his own abode. 
 
 Our covenant divine abides; 
 
 And whom the Eternal Refuge hides. 
 
 The angel of his presence guides, 
 
 Across the wilderness of earth, 
 
 Across old Jordan's stormy firth. 
 
 Up to the city of our birth, — 
 
 The throne and dwelling-place of love, 
 
 The Salem of the souls above. 
 
 From which they nevermore remove ! 
 
THE SWEET SPIRIT OF PRAYER. 173 
 
 THE SWEET SPIRIT OF PRAYER. 
 
 OTHE spirit of prayer ! the sweet spirit of 
 prayer ! 
 The peace of the soul at the mercy-seat kneeling, 
 In the hour of temptation and trouble and care, 
 The infinite love of the Saviour revealing ! 
 
 For the song and the burthen come often together, 
 When the pilgrim is bearing the heat of the day; 
 
 But the song breaketh forth in the darkest of 
 weather, 
 And the pilgrim forgetteth the wearisome way. 
 
 Though our foes be so strong, yet ever the victor 
 Is he who is taught by the Spirit to pray; 
 
 The soul that is safe, in the Lord's loving-kindness. 
 Is the soul that is watching and praying alway ; 
 
 While I wait for the Lord, by the promise of Jesus, 
 He '11 not let me perish in sin and despair: 
 
 Whatever can happen, my heart is submissive ; 
 Content, if God gives me the spirit of prayer. 
 
174 GOD IN GRACE AND NATURE. 
 
 GOD IN GRACE AND NATURE. 
 
 "TAEAR Lord, I know each sweet command 
 J-^ Is sovereign love and grace divine ; 
 Teach me to bow beneath thy hand, 
 And know no other will but thine. 
 
 Oh, let me not an ingrate prove. 
 Nor careless of love's reprimand, 
 
 Nor ever from thy footsteps rove, 
 Neglectful of my Shepherd's hand. 
 
 Let me not turn from thee aside. 
 Nor from thy living pastures stray; 
 
 Thy looks, thy words, my loving guide, 
 Thy precepts ever to obey. 
 
 The ripples of thy running brooks 
 
 Part of my daily songs shall be. 
 And some reflection of thy looks, 
 
 In every crystal spring I '11 see. 
 
 The lilies of the field, dear Lord, 
 Arrayed in lowliest form and place, 
 
 Teach us, as sweetly as thy Word, 
 Thine own creative power and grace. 
 
GOD IN GRACE AND NATURE. 1 75 
 
 Thine is the wisdom of their story, 
 In loveliest blooms so sure to please, 
 
 That Solomon in all his glory 
 
 Was not arrayed like one of these. 
 
 Sweet Nature, every hour to me 
 
 How clear thy sacred lessons shine ! 
 
 My Saviour, grant each page may be. 
 As I grow older, more divine ! 
 
 Thus, when from sin and death set free, 
 All worlds entranced in bliss, shall see 
 
 Nature created but to be 
 
 Bright emblems of thy Deity. 
 
 This universal frame shall prove, 
 And rising worlds on worlds adore, 
 
 Jehovah's Omnipresent Love, 
 
 And LOVE, th' Omnipotence of POWER ! 
 
 O God, my Saviour ! dwell in me. 
 All life, all law, all heaven above ; — 
 
 And I shall all this glory see, 
 
 DweUing in God, for God is Love ! 
 
176 THE HEIRS OF HEAVEN. 
 
 THE HEIRS OF HEAVEN. 
 
 t~\ SON of God, whose life was given, 
 ^-^ Tiiat we might be such heirs of Heaven, 
 For thee to live, with thee to die, 
 Thy wondrous love to glorify ! 
 
 Life out of death, — what bliss divine! 
 Death swallowed up in life is thine ; 
 The dying thief s believing prayer 
 On Calvary is answered there. 
 
 In words of mystery and surprise, — 
 " Shalt be with me in Paradise ! " 
 Oh, dying love's eternal bliss. 
 Breathed as with sacramental kiss ! 
 
 " To-day with me in Paradise ! " 
 Christ's words, that all mankind may hear; 
 Faith's endless and all-conquering prize, 
 Dispelling every doubt and fear. 
 
THE HEIRS OF HEAVEN. 1 77 
 
 This covenant no death can sever; 
 'T is yesterday, to-day, forever ! 
 " Ye heavy-laden sinners, come " 
 To me, your everlasting home. 
 
 Come unto me, with me to rest 
 In God's eternal Sabbath blest. 
 To me, that dying you may win 
 My victory over death and sin. 
 
 'T is God's, 't is yours, 't is mine for you, 
 
 Believing, suffering, loving, true, 
 
 Ye dear confessors of my name. 
 
 In Heaven your crown, on earth your shame ! 
 
 On earth the followers of the Lamb, 
 Meek, gentle, patient, without blame ; 
 The scorn'd of this world's pride and power, 
 Whose glory withers in an hour. 
 
 Prepared in heaven with him to reign. 
 By sacred discipline of pain, 
 Endured on earth a few short days, 
 To live forever to his praise ! 
 
178 "HE THAT WINNETH SOULS IS wise:' 
 
 "HE THAT WINNETH SOULS IS WISE." 
 
 OLORD, my God ! wouldst thou but grant 
 to me 
 This wondrous love and glory so to see, 
 That my experience might draw souls to thee, 
 That but for this were lost eternally, — 
 What higher bliss could I desire or know. 
 Than that which must from such divineness flow? 
 
 For oh ! what mortal mind on earth can measure 
 The heritage of bliss, held in the treasure 
 Of such a talent, given by Christ to be. 
 With fervent prayer and meek humility, 
 Employed for him, through everlasting days, 
 The song of Moses and the Lamb to raise, 
 For the lost sinner to the Saviour's praise ! 
 
 Oh for the grace of treasures so bestowed, 
 To lead one dying sinner up to God, — 
 Through sin's dark wilderness to his abode; 
 There to behold the bright reward of grace, 
 Through mercy's use, even in the briefest space, 
 By love Eternal, in the lowliest power 
 Of talent trusted to the passing hour 1 
 
"HE THAT WINNETH SOULS IS WISE." '79 
 
 Oh, costliest jewels, in such worthless vase, 
 Deposits claimed through everlasting days, 
 For an eternity of love and praise ! 
 My God ! if such thy mercy shown to me, 
 What must the bliss of thy dear servants be, 
 Sublime confessors of Christ's dying love. 
 Through flames and tortures carried up to thee ! 
 
 Oh, from the depths of sin and hell's despair 
 Could I but help to raise one sinner there, 
 And his own grateful song of glory hear, — 
 An everlasting fountain it would be, 
 Kingdom of grace and glory given to me ; 
 And I should shine, a never-setting star 
 Of light and love, where brightest angels are. 
 
 Oh, wondrous recompense of bliss divine. 
 For the least service to our Jesus given. 
 Through his eternal firmament to shine. 
 With endless crowns, in everlasting heaven ! 
 
l8o LOVE'S MERCY-SEAT, 
 
 LOVE'S MERCY-SEAT. 
 
 THE lines that on our dial move, 
 Are drawn by Jesus' dying love ; 
 The dawn, the noon, the evening hour, 
 But mark the progress of his power, 
 
 Whose love doth cause our days to be 
 Bright portals of eternity, 
 Through which our guardian angels wave 
 Their signal banners at the grave. 
 
 Teach me, with meek, submissive mind, 
 And will to thy sweet will resigned, 
 The sorrows of my Lord to share, 
 The yoke of his dear love to wear. 
 
 By faith encouraged to repeat 
 His pleadings at the mercy-seat, 
 Help me to know the promise mine>. 
 And so fulfil his blest design. 
 
 O God of mercy, meet me there ; 
 Dispel the darkness of despair. 
 Though chief of sinners, may I meet 
 My Saviour at the mercy-seat ! 
 
GOD IN THE SPRING. i8l 
 
 GOD IN THE SPRING. 
 
 COME forth ! It is the first of May, 
 A Sabbath with God's worship bright, 
 And he hatli crowned this lovely day 
 With diamond dew-drops of delight. 
 
 And thoughtful symbols flash from earth 
 The gleams of resurrection life ; 
 
 And blossoms, all of Nature's birth. 
 With prophecies of heaven are rife. 
 
 One month ago, as white as snow. 
 
 The sleeping world with frost was bound 
 
 By throes of silence and of death, 
 
 With storms and cyclones circled round. 
 
 So every winter's reign doth teach 
 For every autumn's grain a tomb ; 
 
 Whose depths eternal none can reach, 
 Or interrupt the arctic gloom. 
 
 Yet each return of lovely spring, — 
 The buds that ope their starry eyes, 
 
 Leaves that unroll, the birds that sing. 
 And flowers that whisper Paradise, 
 
1 82 GOD IN THE SPRING. 
 
 And every throe of restless power, 
 And every blade of grass that pries, 
 
 With force as of the central fire 
 
 That made the eternal mountains rise. 
 
 As if the sepulchres had thrown 
 The leaden lids of death away, 
 
 And from earth's burial depths had flown 
 On wings of light the eternal day; — 
 
 All impulses of every name. 
 All emblems of resistless strife, 
 
 Through all the realms of death proclaim 
 The Resurrection and the Life. 
 
 Love and Omnipotence the same, 
 
 When God incarnate walked the earth. 
 
 And spake the almighty word I AM, 
 
 When Lazarus from the grave came forth. 
 
 That Word of gentleness and power 
 Still conquers our misdoubting wills. 
 
 And in life's latest, darkest hour 
 Christ's victory over death reveals. 
 
GOD IN ALL THE SEASONS. 183 
 
 GOD IN ALL THE SEASONS. 
 
 O EARTH ! so like the cradle of our mother, 
 Bringing such love-stores from the Power 
 Divine, 
 Would that my God might give my years another 
 Sweet spring to see these lovely blossoms shine ! 
 
 Low in the vale the sweetest violets blossom, 
 
 As they from show the dearest thoughts would 
 hide, 
 
 Where hidden fountains overrun their borders, 
 And summer roses through the autumn bide. 
 
 And streams that ne'er run dry through all the 
 seasons. 
 Where mailed thorns all fragrant fill their ranks 
 With perilous attractions for sweet maidens 
 
 Let out from school to play their innocent 
 pranks ; 
 
 Where earliest lilies of the valley open. 
 
 Nor ask the stranger to admire their bloom, 
 
1 84 GOD IN ALL THE SEASONS. 
 
 But here and there some youthful lovers plunder; 
 And poets breathe with joy their sweet perfume. 
 
 Oh, could my days, with natural sacred reason, 
 So well fulfil the appointed laws we bear. 
 
 And keep, in harmony with each bright season, 
 God's flowing praises equal with the year! 
 
 Whatever hour it pleased our God to sunder 
 The Hnks that bind us to our place of birth, 
 
 We know would take us to adore and wonder 
 The brighter joys in his new heaven and earth ; 
 
 Where from eternity God's angels ponder 
 The mysteries all created minds above. 
 
 And learn ecstatic, through their own existence. 
 One boundless melody of endless love. 
 
 And yet that name, baptized in blood, remaineth, 
 Writ from His veins who deigned to die for me. 
 
 Whose love the wrath for all my crimes restraineth, 
 And leaves me nought but his own grace to 
 see! 
 
CHRIST OUR LOVE AND LIFE. 185 
 
 CHRIST OUR LOVE AND LIFE. 
 
 10RD, thou art mine, and death itself 
 -^ Is but a hfe with Thee ; 
 The passing of a soul beyond 
 The life that now I see. 
 
 Eternal life ! O gift divine ! 
 
 Christ's dying love for me ! 
 The secret place of the Most High 
 
 My home in heaven shall be. 
 
 Where Jesus reigns, there I shall dwell. 
 
 For his delight made fit. 
 Complete in him, and his dear name 
 
 Upon my forehead writ. 
 
 To live with him, in his abode, 
 
 To see his glorious face, 
 Clothed in his righteousness, divine, 
 
 The white robe of his grace ! 
 
l86 CHRIST OUR LOi^E AND LIFE. 
 
 His loving life inspires my will, 
 His blessed word my guide, 
 
 And so within his promise still 
 Forever I '11 abide. 
 
 Thus with thy Spirit clothe my soul, 
 
 And thou art hear to me. 
 And every step is happiness, 
 
 If I but follow thee. 
 
 Treasures are mine, and friends and lands, 
 
 A hundred fold to-day. 
 For every thought of love in which 
 
 I give myself away. 
 
 Beneath the shadow of thy wings 
 
 No ill can me betide ; 
 For death itself no terror brings 
 
 To those that in thee hide. 
 
 And as the nightingale doth sing 
 
 In sunshine or in rain. 
 So I my melodies will bring 
 
 Even from the depths of pain ; 
 
 And gratitude to thee shall be 
 
 My soul's eternal gain. 
 For all thy discipline of- grace. — 
 
 Love's musical refrain I 
 
CHRIST OUR ASSURANCE OF HE A VEN. 187 
 
 CHRIST OUR ASSURANCE OF HEAVEN. 
 
 MY Jesus ! thou art mine ! 
 My life is all thy gift, 
 Thou gavest thine for me, 
 
 When on the cross uplift; 
 And I commit to thee. 
 
 To guard and keep and save, 
 The soul that from despair 
 Thy death deliverance gave. 
 
 My Jesus ! thou art mine ! 
 
 I cannot be alone ; 
 My life is all divine. 
 
 Supported by thine own. 
 If thou inspire my love, 
 
 O infinite delight ! 
 When all my passions move, 
 
 In that ecstatic light ! 
 
 In heaven, on earth, or hell, 
 'T were Paradise to be 
 
1 88 CHRIST OUR ASSURANCE OF HEAVEN. 
 
 Wherever I can tell 
 
 That thou didst die for me ; 
 Oh, blissful joy to know 
 
 That I am wholly thine, 
 Self-will forever gone. 
 
 And Christ forever mine ! 
 
 Still to Thy mercy-seat 
 My soul would fain retreat, 
 
 And there present her powerful plea. 
 The might of His dear name 
 Who bore my sin and shame. 
 
 The dying Lamb once slain for me. 
 
 There shall I find relief, 
 'Mid all my care and grief, 
 
 From unbelief and sin and shame : 
 The atmosphere of prayer 
 Shall be my native air ; 
 
 And Christ in me shall live and reign. 
 
ALWAYS LIVING, LORD, POR THEE. 189 
 
 ALWAYS LIVING, LORD, FOR THEE. 
 
 A /[ AY Thy Love, my Lord, control 
 
 Every impulse of my soui ; — 
 And my bliss forever be. 
 In loving and obeying Thee ; 
 To such love and duty won, 
 Through the Grace of Thy dear Son. 
 
 O the Heaven on earth to be 
 Always living. Lord, for Thee! 
 By Thy death from sin set free ; 
 The prisoner of Love to be, 
 Imparadised with Liberty, 
 The liberty of serving Thee. 
 
 In each path of duty true. 
 
 The Will of Christ alone in view : 
 
 His sacred likeness still to share, 
 
 His yoke to bear. 
 
 His crown to wear, 
 Though in a world of sin and care ! 
 
1 90 '• WITH CHRIST IN GOD." 
 
 " FOR YE ARE DEAD, AND YOUR LIFE IS 
 HID WITH CHRIST IN GOD." 
 
 " "W^^^ "^^"^'^^ ^"- ^°^ " ' Eternal life ! 
 How wondrous, how divine ! 
 Each letter of this blessed text 
 
 Doth with God's glory shine. 
 Dear child ! be quiet with thy God ; 
 
 He never can forsake 
 His own eternal perfect work. 
 
 Nor leave it to mistake. 
 His loving-kindness he '11 command 
 
 By day and all the night ; 
 His song shall be thy saving health. 
 
 His love thy soul's delight. 
 
 Who kindled in thy restless heart 
 
 This sacred heavenly fire? 
 Who bade thy longing spirit burn 
 
 With such supreme desire? 
 If thou commit thy life to Christ, 
 
 It will be found in God, 
 In his eternal sunshine wrought 
 
 By his enduring Word^ 
 
" TVITH CHRIST IN GOD." 19^ 
 
 Oh, day divine ! Oh, glorious power ! 
 
 Lord, give my soul to know 
 Some sure foreshining of this grace, 
 
 While strugghng here below ; 
 For now, alas ! sin's rising gloom 
 
 So oft beclouds my dawn 
 That I am at a loss to tell 
 
 The midnight from the morn. 
 
 Oh let me hear thy voice again, 
 
 Still walking on the sea ; 
 No more I '11 fear, no more refrain 
 
 From following after thee. 
 The ruling of thy love in me 
 
 Shall be my sole desire, 
 And every power of heart and mind 
 
 With this bright flame on fire ! 
 
192 GOD'S PREPOSSESSIONS. 
 
 GOD'S PREPOSSESSIONS FOR OUR 
 FAITH. 
 
 "1 T 7E walk by faith ; but God imparts 
 
 Foretastes divine within our hearts 
 Of what his love intends to give, 
 And on the promise bids us live. 
 
 As Jacob's fainting soul revived, 
 When Joseph's messengers arrived, 
 The Spirit's earnest, so designed, 
 Convinces and assures the mind ; 
 The sweet pale glimmering of the dawn, 
 Foretelling an eternal morn. 
 
 So God doth help our faltering faith 
 To credit what his Spirit saith : 
 Gives with his Word some coin in hand, 
 Some product of the promised land ; 
 A cluster of rich grapes to prove 
 The certainty of endless love. 
 
GOD'S PREPOSSESSIONS. 1 93 
 
 A promised Christ we thus receive, 
 And on the present interest live ; 
 Pilgrims of hope, through all the way, 
 Our burthens on the Lord we lay. 
 
 If famine, when we need His frown, 
 To Egypt's bondage brings us down. 
 Still with God's love our tents are bright, 
 A sun amidst Egyptian night. 
 A school of love is his intent; 
 Though Pharaohs still new yokes invent. 
 Labor is sweet; unrest is ease. 
 When we are seeking God to please; 
 Sowing or reaping, joy or pain. 
 What harvests of rich love we gain ! 
 
 A thousand years fly as a dream, 
 When once we learn the blissful scheme 
 By which, forgiven, believers win 
 The victory over death and sin. 
 Co-heirs with Christ, the sons of God, 
 Once lost, but washed in Jesus' blood, 
 Robed in that righteousness divine 
 In which the heirs of glory shine, 
 Who stand upon the golden sea. 
 And in God's image changeless be. 
 
 O God, if, having gained that prize. 
 We help one soul to reach those skies ; 
 
'94 GOD'S PREFOSSESSIUNS. 
 
 If we not single-handed come, 
 But bring some dying sinner home, 
 Where angels shout the Saviour's name 
 And all his wondrous love proclaim, — 
 A past eternity of sorrow 
 Would be but dawn to such a morrow; 
 A veil of mist, a storm by night. 
 The usher of eternal light ! 
 
 So God doth raise us from despair. 
 And gives to dwell with Jesus, where 
 He lets his morning stars behold. 
 As o'er the firmament unrolled, 
 Themselves divine with ecstasy, 
 How vast the joys of harvest be. 
 Reaping, in measureless reward. 
 The boundless glory of their Lord. 
 
 Partakers of his cross below, 
 So round the eternities they go, 
 Forever singing, all forgiven, 
 Partakers of his crown in heaven ! 
 
THE CHIEF OF SIANERS SAVED. 1 95 
 
 THE CHIEF OF SINNERS SAVED. 
 
 THOUGH I the chief of sinners be, 
 Yet Jesus Christ has died for me; 
 Lord, help me to receive 
 This mighty truth that opens heaven, 
 And shows how I may be forgiven. 
 If I will but believe. 
 
 Lord, I believe! Increase my faith, 
 That what the word of Jesus saith, 
 
 My soul thereon may rest, 
 As if I sat with him at meat, 
 Or in the loved disciple's seat 
 
 Reclined upon his breast. 
 
 So may the doubts that rise, repose 
 Soft as the sunbeams on a rose, 
 
 Or motes that in the air 
 Invisible no shade can throw, 
 But only make the sunlight show 
 
 More radiantly fair. 
 
196 THE CHIEF OF SINKERS SAVED. 
 
 If he but sprinkle o'er my guilt 
 The drops of blood on Calvary spilt, 
 
 Then I am white as snow; 
 The light of life my soul surrounds, 
 The love of Christ in me abounds. 
 
 His pardoning grace I know. 
 
 Bright as that grace the robe shall be. 
 In which the universe shall see 
 
 My guilty soul arrayed. 
 Nor sin, nor gloom remembered more, 
 But I in Christ's almighty power 
 
 His new creation made. 
 
 Love will complete what love begins, — 
 Deliverance from all my sins, 
 
 Though deadlier than the grave ; 
 And in the morning I shall rise. 
 And know, seraphic in the skies. 
 
 His wondrous power to save. 
 
MINE AND THINE. 197 
 
 MINE AND THINE. 
 
 MY God ! and may I call thee mine? 
 And wilt thou deign to call me thine? 
 Then the whole universe is free, 
 And I am heir of all in thee ! 
 
 If thou art mine, no space can part 
 Me from the dwelling where thou art; 
 If thou art mine, thou wilt not let 
 My thoughtless, wandering heart forget 
 
 The blessedness of being thine 
 In immortality divine, 
 Thine by the covenant of blood. 
 Through endless life a son of God ! 
 
 Dear Lord, bestow this blessed grace. 
 The entrancing light of thy dear face. 
 And keep each passion of my soul 
 Held by thy love's supreme control. 
 
198 MINE AND THINE. 
 
 No more from thee to go astray, 
 
 But kept in thy most holy way, 
 
 And following, through thy sacred Word, 
 
 The footsteps of my loving Lord. 
 
 My heaven on earth shall be to see 
 His reigning likeness formed in me. 
 Oh, infinite and blest delight, 
 To serve him in those robes so bright. 
 
 Cleansed by his grace from each dark spot ! 
 The radiance so divinely wrought. 
 Whiter than snow shall ever shine. 
 Through everlasting ages mine ! 
 
THE WAY, THE TRUTH, THE LIFE. 1 99 
 
 THE WAY, THE TRUTH, THE LIFE. 
 
 LORD, keep us through thy sacred Word, 
 Secured from all mistake ; 
 Our shield, our hiding-place, thou art. 
 And never wilt forsake. 
 
 Through all the pilgrimage of earth, 
 
 The chosen heirs of heaven. 
 The children of a Saviour's love. 
 
 Through his dear grace forgiven; 
 
 Still keep our hearts from deadly pride, 
 
 Safe in thy holy truth. 
 And shining in the crystal dew 
 
 Of our Redeemer's youth. 
 
 His blessed words make darkness bright, 
 
 His love directs our way. 
 And we shall walk in his clear light, 
 
 God's everlasting day. 
 
 Grant me such presence of thy grace. 
 
 My Jesus, all divine ! 
 Grant the clear shinings of thy face, 
 
 That I may call thee mine ! 
 
200 THE PROBLEMS OF ETERNITY. 
 
 THE PROBLEMS OF ETERNITY. 
 
 GETHSEMANE and Calvary ! 
 O mysteries of agony ! 
 Life, death, and Christ's atoning love, 
 All thought, all measurement, above ! 
 
 The Son of God, who for us died, 
 That in God's love our souls might hide, 
 And, dying, prayed that we, through faith, 
 Might know the triumphs of his death ! 
 
 Led by thy gracious Spirit, Lord, 
 We come, according to thy Word, 
 To plead our Saviour's dying prayer, 
 Who breathed his life out for us there. 
 
 Taught by such loving grace to sing. 
 Our songs of praise to thee we bring; 
 The day is passing, night is near, 
 But in thy love there is no fear. 
 
THE PROBLEMS OF ETERNITY. 201 
 
 The Lord, who keeps our Hfe from ill, 
 On Jordan's brink is with us still; 
 The shadows of life's evening prove 
 Prophets of Jesus' dying love. 
 
 And soon he '11 call our spirits home, 
 No more from his abode to roam ; 
 And in this faith we leave to thee 
 The problems of eternity. 
 
202 J HE DEAD EMPEROR. 
 
 THE DEAD EMPEROR. 
 
 HE has gone to the land, through eternity's 
 portals, 
 Where dukedoms and kings are remembered 
 no more, 
 But the wearers of crowns are the lowliest servants 
 Of Him who for sinners the crown of thorns 
 wore; 
 
 Where the proud and the mighty are counted as 
 nothing; 
 Where the court of the soul is in justice arrayed; 
 Where the verdict of innocence cannot be pur- 
 chased ; 
 Where the wages of character promptly are paid. 
 
 He has gone where the feet of oppressors tread 
 never. 
 Nor the prayer of the prisoned for freedom is 
 heard ; 
 Where the flatterer's music is silent forever, 
 
 And the snare 's never laid for the innocent bird ; 
 
THE BEAD EiilPEROK. 203 
 
 Where the voice of a senate's applause cannot 
 reach him, 
 Nor the wailing of conscripts by armies mowed 
 down ; 
 Where the votes of a parliament cannot impeach 
 him, 
 Nor the bribes of the universe offer a crown ; 
 
 Where the calm of eternity gives him the leisure 
 To study the tempest of passion on earth, — 
 
 To ponder the pathway of glory and pleasure, 
 And balance the world with the soul in its worth. 
 
 The strange silent man from the field of Magenta, 
 The unsceptred monarch from bloody Sedan, 
 
 The chess politician whose moves were a venture 
 The subtlest inquisitor never could scan, — 
 
 Where now is the spirit that grasped at dominion, 
 That rode on the whirlwind of power to a 
 throne? 
 
 Does it soar with the angels on ecstasy's pinion? 
 Does it span like a rainbow the storm overblown ? 
 
 Has it gone to inhabit in darkened seclusion 
 Some penal Helena far off on the wave ; 
 
 Or joined the proud Caesars of Old World delusion. 
 Or roused the Achilles of Gajil from his grave? 
 
204 THE DEAD EMPEROR. 
 
 Have the sides of the pit ordered forth their 
 possessors 
 
 To hail the Usurper with desolate stir? 
 Do the aisles of the Hades of sceptred confessors 
 
 Resound the grim satire of " Vive TEmpereur " ? 
 
 Oh, tell us, ye forms of immortal forewarning, 
 That watch at the gateway of morning and night, 
 
 Was the spirit withdrawn in the blackness of 
 darkness. 
 Or lost in the splendors of infinite light? 
 
FOR MRS. W . 20S 
 
 FOR MRS. W- 
 
 TO HER BABE SLEEPING IN THE CRADLE. 
 
 ' I ""HOU lovely miniature of Nature's painting, 
 
 -^ Thy beauty mingles care with my delight. 
 
 These colors are to grow, — not like the fainting. 
 
 Soft, dying hues that mark the eve's twilight; 
 But evermore renewed, as if the dawn. 
 
 With its deep, rosy tinge, instead of fading. 
 Ran hand ih hand with the bright, dewy morn, 
 
 The sky by sunlight with all colors shading. 
 
 These colors are to grow, — from where, an infant. 
 
 Thou sleepest cradled by thy mother's side, 
 On through thy childhood's beauty, every instant 
 
 To maiden loveliness ; thy mother's pride. 
 And she will guide the pencil : hers the art 
 
 To deepen Nature's lineaments, or alter ; 
 To image heaven or earth upon the heart; — 
 
 What if her pen should err, her pencil falter? 
 
2o6 FOR MRS. W . 
 
 Oh, 't is a sacred, sweet, and fearful duty 
 
 To train these earth-born spirits for the skies ; 
 
 To keep this household flower green in its beauty- 
 Till it in Paradise transplanted rise ! 
 
 May He who took the nurslings in his arms 
 
 Keep thee and thine, his richest grace revealing ; 
 
 Hid, as His pilgrims, from the world's alarms. 
 Where quiet brooks in pastures green are 
 stealing. 
 
BOBOLINK AND CANARY. 207 
 
 BOBOLINK AND CANARY. 
 
 Nearly two months ago we presented the " Bobolink and the Canary " 
 to the "Church Union " children. Since then, a famous minister who loves 
 the little folks has tried his hand at rhyme for their sakes, and sent us a 
 sort of answer to the verses which we print again below. Having both of 
 the poems, the children will get the whole story, and the precious lesson 
 which so many old folks have learned '* under the cross." 
 
 AT the window hangs Canary, 
 Singer sweet and true ; 
 BoboHnk, from out the hedge-row, 
 He is singing too. 
 
 Now his liquid notes Canary 
 
 Pours hke music rain ; 
 Now the voice from out the hedge-row, 
 
 BoboHnk again. 
 
 Stints his song awhile Canary: 
 
 " Who may this bird be. 
 That with ever-answering carol 
 
 Strives to vie with me ? " 
 
 " Only Bobolink, the singer ; 
 
 Merry bird am I. 
 Through. the wood and fields and meadows 
 
 Back and forth I fly." 
 
2o8 BOBOLINK AND CANARY. 
 
 Now his bravest song Canary, 
 
 Now his finest trill ; 
 Bobolink's from out the hedge-row 
 
 Braver, finer still ! 
 
 Then the tender-voiced Canary, 
 Wondering, paused in pain, 
 
 And the careless hedge-row singer 
 Trilled his lay again. 
 
 " I am weary," sobs Canary, 
 
 " I am all outdone ; 
 'T was the trial test between us, — 
 
 Bobolink has won. 
 
 " Even my mistress, — she who fancied 
 
 My poor song divine, — 
 See how eagerly she listens 
 
 To his song, not mine. 
 
 " Knows she why in happy music 
 
 He surpasses me? 
 I am but a caged Canary ; 
 
 Bobolink is free." 
 
CAJVA/iy AND BOBOLINK. 209 
 
 THE OTHER SIDE; OR, CANARY AND 
 BOBOLINK. 
 
 THUS the little prisoner trilled 
 His passionate lamentings; 
 Tragic song could ne'er express 
 Deeper soul-repentings. 
 
 Never from wild orange grove 
 Poured such tones of feeling, 
 
 To the lady's tender heart 
 Depths of woe revealing. 
 
 While the little warbler sang. 
 
 Tides of grief awaking, 
 Tears like rain began to fall. 
 
 As if her heart were breaking. 
 
 Then did Bobolink attempt 
 
 Those wild notes of sadness ; 
 But for all that he could do, 
 
 It was only gladness. 
 
-lO CANARY AND BOBOLINK. 
 
 Every twist he gave his throat, 
 
 'T was a merry clatter ; 
 You 'd have thought a Christy's band 
 
 Asking what 's the matter. 
 
 Often as he tried the voice 
 
 Of the sad Canary, 
 Nature's power left him no choice 
 
 But that of making merry. 
 
 So it was the grief that won 
 The praise of sweetest singing; 
 
 For you cannot judge the end 
 By a gay beginning. 
 
 " Ah, my pretty bird," she cried, 
 "Yours the song of Nature; 
 
 All the art of Bobolink 
 Makes but an imitator. 
 
 " Joy is all that he can preach, 
 And that he has to borrow ; 
 
 Adversity alone can teach 
 The deeper tones of 'sorrow." 
 
NEARER TO CHRIST. 211 
 
 NEARER TO CHRIST. 
 
 LORD, I would from the world retreat, 
 And, weeping at thy sacred feet, 
 Would all my sins and follies mourn, 
 And to my Saviour's grace return. 
 
 I come to thee for heavenly rest, — 
 I cannot with the world be blest ; 
 'T is sin and grief if I can be 
 A moment happy far from thee. 
 
 Then save me from the Tempter's power. 
 And make me watchful every hour; 
 Thy Spirit for my comfort give, 
 And let thy word within me live. 
 
 I would be fastened to thy cross, 
 And count all other things but loss, — 
 Would tell to mortals, far and near, 
 Thy precious name, to sinners dear. 
 
 Oh keep me near and dear to thee. 
 
 Till I thy face in glory see ; 
 
 Cleansed by thy blood, and Saved by grace, 
 
 I shall forever sing thy praise. 
 
212 THY WORD MY WILL, 
 
 THY WORD MY WILL. 
 
 LORD, when my soul is filled with grief, 
 In thee alone I find relief; 
 When tempting cares disturb my breast, 
 I fly to thee alone for rest. 
 
 Oh, to be wholly thine, my Lord! 
 Daily to feed upon thy Word, 
 Daily thy life as mine receive, 
 And constantly for thee to live ! 
 
 From every sin that stains ni)'- soul 
 Thy blood can cleanse and make me whole ; 
 From every cloud that hides thy face, 
 Or grieves the spirit of thy grace. 
 
 That every day my life may be 
 Rooted and grounded. Lord, in thee, 
 I would, for love of thy dear cross. 
 Earth's richest treasures count but dross. 
 
 To thee my longing heart aspires, 
 For thou hast given me these desires : 
 Increase the gift, and then fulfil 
 The glorious purpose of thy will. 
 
REMEMBER ME FOR GOOD. 213 
 
 REMEMBER ME FOR GOOD. 
 
 REMEMBER me, my God, for good ! 
 Alas ! my wayward thought 
 Oft hath forgotten thee, and ne'er 
 
 Hath loved thee as I ought. 
 Yet though I have forsaken thee, 
 And wandered far away, 
 
 God, my God, forsake not me, 
 Nor leave thy sheep astray. 
 
 1 cannot live cast out from heaven, 
 
 Or banished from my Lord ; 
 I cannot rest without the joy 
 
 Of thy forgiving word. 
 Undone, and sinking down beneath 
 
 The burden of my sin, 
 Out of the depths I cry to thee, 
 
 That thou wilt make me clean. 
 
 Thy dying love my only plea : 
 Thou canst, Lord, if thou wilt ; 
 
 For thou art infinite in grace. 
 Though I am nought but guilt. 
 
214 REMEMBER ME FOR GOOD. 
 
 Thou didst provide this grace divine, 
 Spontaneous, rich, and free; 
 
 That I the sinner might not die. 
 The Saviour died for me. 
 
 Oh to the fountain of his blood 
 
 Give me the faith to flee ; 
 And in my death and on thy throne. 
 
 Dear Lord, remember me ! 
 And in thy crown my soul shall shine 
 
 Through all eternity; 
 And the whole universe shall sing. 
 
 Such love divine to see. 
 
 Then let me know mine interest, Lord, 
 
 In this prevailing prayer; 
 The earnest of thy Spirit give. 
 
 To save me from despair, 
 And from this hour, a child of God, 
 
 My burden lost from sight, 
 My soul shall walk, by pardoning grace. 
 
 With Jesus in the light. 
 
COME TO THE LAMB OF GOD. 215 
 
 COME TO THE LAMB OF GOD. 
 
 COME to the Lamb of God, 
 For dying sinners slain, 
 That, sprinkled with his blood. 
 Thou mayst new life obtain, 
 And safely rest thy soul on him 
 Who gave his life thine to redeem. 
 
 He by himself hath purged 
 Our souls from guilt and sin, 
 
 That we by grace divine 
 
 The crown of life might win ; 
 
 Preserved from darkness and despair, 
 
 For light and love and glory there. 
 
 From sin, the world, and death, 
 
 O Love divine, to thee 
 Our souls in sacred faith 
 
 For such redemption flee : 
 O loving Saviour, at thy cross, 
 For thee we all things count but loss. 
 
2l6 ALONE, YET NOT ALONE. 
 
 ALONE, YET NOT ALONE. 
 
 ALONE, alone, and distant far 
 From all I love on earth, 
 Yet thou, my God, art near, and still 
 
 Thy Spirit leads me forth. 
 I know thou wilt not take me where 
 
 I am not near to thee ; 
 The morning light, the sunset fair, 
 Are thy sweet gifts to me. 
 
 Safe in thy love, secure from harm, 
 
 I know, where'er I roam. 
 The days and nights, the months and years. 
 
 Still bring me nearer home. 
 In scenes of trouble or of joy 
 
 Thy presence makes me blest ; 
 Thou art the guardian of my soul, 
 
 And mine eternal rest. 
 
 For this is life, eternal life, 
 
 When I my Saviour see. 
 And know that he will make me such 
 
 As he would have me be. 
 To live with him, in his abode, 
 
 To see his glorious face. 
 
ALONE, YET NOT ALONE. 21/ 
 
 Clothed in his righteousness divine, 
 The white robe of his grace. 
 
 Lord, with thy Spirit strengthen me 
 
 Thy counsels to fulfil, 
 And comprehend the love divine 
 
 Of all thy blessed will. 
 No evil can I know or fear, 
 
 If thou art near to me ; 
 And every step is happiness 
 
 If I but follow thee. 
 
 If from the misery of sin 
 
 Thy grace doth set me free, 
 I only care thy love to win, 
 
 And death is life to me. 
 I '11 go or stay at thy command. 
 
 Thy word my shining guide; 
 And in the glory of thy love 
 
 Forever I '11 abide. 
 
 Be every wish and word of life 
 
 To thy dear will resigned ; 
 And by such grace, my God, remove 
 
 The darkness from my mind. 
 Then shall I with undoubting faith 
 
 Thy service sweet pursue, 
 And peace and joy attend the work 
 
 Thou givest me to do. 
 
2l8 HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN. 
 
 HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN. 
 
 /^F all inscriptions that illume 
 ^-^ The destiny and death of men, 
 The most significant in gloom 
 
 Is this that writes, He MIGHT HAVE BEEN ! 
 
 He might have been a soul of fire 
 Ascending to the parent Sun, — 
 
 Example for a world's desire 
 
 To think and act as he had done. 
 
 He might have been (who burns afar, 
 With passion and himself at strife) 
 
 A living light, a blissful star, 
 
 The shining flame of endless life. 
 
 He might have been, had he believed 
 The truths of which he was forewarned, 
 
 A spirit into bliss received, 
 
 A soul with heavenly grace adorned. 
 
HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN. 219 
 
 We might have been, if WE had trod 
 
 The highway taught by Truth and Time, 
 
 A people of the Hving God, 
 A race with every gift sublime. 
 
 Might ALL have been, if we had used 
 
 The wisdom by experience given. 
 Spirits with light and love infused 
 
 To climb the ladders dropped from heaven. 
 
 They might have been — those deathless Jews — 
 
 Engraven on the hand of God, — 
 His chosen : it was theirs to choose ; 
 
 But madness scattered them abroad. 
 
 They might have been, had they but read 
 
 His Word, through martyred prophets known, 
 
 A priesthood holier than the dead. 
 And standing nearer to God's throne. 
 
 Jerusalem ! If thou hadst known, 
 
 How would thy King have honored thee, 
 
 The royal seat of David's throne, 
 In glory through eternity 1 
 
 Hadst thou but for thy children won 
 
 The things of thine eternal peace. 
 Thine offspring all had been God's own, 
 
 In bliss forever to increase. 
 
220 HE MIGHT HAVE BEEN. 
 
 But, ah ! the heart of man declines 
 God's perfect tenses for his good ; 
 
 And still, to baffle Love's designs, 
 I will not, waits upon I would! 
 
 Alas ! the treasure of our light 
 Is spent before we come of age; 
 
 Lost in the revels of a night 
 Our life's eternal heritage ! 
 
 A mess of pottage we accept ; 
 
 Temptation rules the present hour. 
 Till, out of reach the promise swept. 
 
 Remorse and pain our life devour. 
 
 Ye will not come, is Christ's lament; 
 
 And cannot, finishes the r61e. 
 The gifts of Love Divine are spent. 
 
 And Lost is sealed upon the soul ! 
 
 God's kingdom, even in Nature, comes 
 In vain, for man's eternal good ! 
 
 Alas ! undyitlg history proves 
 All men's perverse ingratitude. 
 
 Each blossoming spring, fresh buds foretell 
 Full years of precious promised fruit; 
 
 But, ah ! what melodies are lost. 
 From careless rifts within the lute ! 
 
HE MIGHT HA VE BEEN. 22 1 
 
 How long, O God, shall all mankind. 
 
 Through Satan's wiles, thy throne assume ! 
 
 How long the races, so consigned. 
 Go down despairing to the tomb ! 
 
 Oh, let thy Heavenly Kingdom come ! 
 
 Call all the nations to thy rest, 
 To find in thee their endless home, 
 
 Their endless life in Christ possessed ! 
 
222 PROPHETS OF AUTUMK DAYS. 
 
 PROPHETS OF THE LOVELY AUTUMN 
 DAYS. 
 
 THESE perfect days from God's right hand 
 Such loving praise from us demand, 
 That God himself alone can give 
 
 The thoughts in which such praises live. 
 
 Dear Lord, with these sweet gifts impart 
 
 Thy love within a grateful heart, 
 That gifts and songs may both endure, 
 
 When earth and time shall be no more. 
 
 That ever, as the years go by, 
 
 Our thoughts the ages may defy, 
 And more, as blessings crown our days, 
 
 Our hearts be strong to sing thy praise. 
 
 The riches of eternity. 
 
 Lord Jesus, shall be ours with thee : 
 Thy death hath purchased this advance ; 
 
 Our souls are thine inheritance. 
 
 But can it be, oh, can it be. 
 
 That souls so lost should live with thee? — 
 So dead in sin, should yet be found 
 
 With Christ's own love and glory crowned ; 
 
PROPHETS OF AUTUMN DAYS. 223 
 
 And found in Christ by one sweet prayer, 
 Breathed from the soul in self-despair : 
 
 " From sin, my Saviour, set me free ; 
 And when I die, remember me ! " 
 
 And when we die, the leaves that fall, 
 God's tender mercies shall recall ; 
 
 The colors of those days of grace 
 
 When we, transported, sought his face. 
 
 And through prismatic autumn known, 
 Beheld such rainbows round his throne. 
 
 Such promises in covenant sealed. 
 And e'en through natural laws revealed. 
 
 For so these Sabbaths of God's glory, 
 
 Creations of redemption's story, 
 Were woven ere the world began. 
 
 Foresights of Love's eternal plan ! 
 
 Forever be the love adored 
 
 That made us read that gracious word 
 Of Jesus o'er the eternal gate, — 
 
 Enter, before it be too late. 
 
 O trembling souls, behold the way, 
 
 And enter, while 't is yet to-day ! 
 Come in, come in ; nor wait to see 
 
 But this, that Jesus died for thee! 
 
224 TYPES OF IMMORTALITY. 
 
 OUR RISING DAWN AND SETTING SUN 
 THE TYPES OF IMMORTALITY. 
 
 O GLORIOUS types of Heaven above, 
 All radiant with my Saviour's love ! 
 Would God that thus my life might shine 
 Would God, each morn and evening so, 
 That all my days on earth might glow 
 With flames of gratitude divine ! 
 
 Glory, beyond all glory bright, 
 
 Except in visions of the night, 
 When God bestows upon the soul, 
 
 Baptized with spiritual power, 
 
 The work of years in one swift hour. 
 Prophetic Truth from pole to pole. 
 
 But soon, at break of earthly day. 
 
 The dream of glory fades away, 
 With the whole troop of midnight stars ; 
 
 And wondrous worlds each other chase, 
 
 Cleft by infinitudes of space. 
 With elemental crystal wars. 
 
 So might I, as this radiance dies. 
 
 To scenes more radiant lift mine eyes; 
 
TYPES OF IMMORTALITY. 225 
 
 The New Jerusalem behold, 
 
 And know, through God's amazing grace, 
 
 My soul's eternal dwelHng-place, 
 Its holy bowers, its streets of gold ; 
 
 Its mansions from eternity, 
 
 By Love Divine, secured for me, 
 
 Though I the chief of sinners be ; 
 Then the whole universe shall raise 
 For one more soul the song of praise, 
 
 And I in Heaven begin to know 
 
 The meaning of that sunset glow, 
 
 Glory beyond all glory seen, 
 When God shines in upon the soul. 
 
 With immortality of light, 
 
 And then at break of earthly day 
 The midnight glory fades away. 
 
 O God ! that mine might never fade, 
 But all my days and nights arrayed. 
 
 In holy longings after thee, 
 
 As in a mirror's light displayed. 
 With glowing radiance still may be 
 
 Foresights of immortality.! 
 
 So each day's harvest, and the reapers singing, 
 Would be the earnest of life's setting sun. 
 
 The race for glory thus in life beginning 
 
 Through love's dear victory by the Saviour won 
 
226 WHERE ONLY LOVE IS KNOWN. 
 
 WHERE ONLY LOVE IS KNOWN. 
 
 IV/rY Saviour! in Thy Father's house 
 
 I see Thy childhood's truth, 
 And Thou wilt give to souls that pray 
 
 The sweet dew of Thy youth. 
 For all Thy mercy and Thy truth, 
 
 To Thee, my God, I cry ; 
 My Saviour from the sins of youth. 
 
 Thy name to glorify! 
 
 Beneath the shelter of Thy wing 
 
 Forever I'll abide, 
 And with Thy saints and angels sing 
 
 Where all Thy children hide. 
 Thou wilt fulfil Thy words to me, 
 
 Of Life for evermore : 
 Thy words of promise, O my God ! 
 
 As boundless as Thy power ; 
 Through the dear covenant of Thy Love, 
 
 Forever sweet and sure. 
 
 And I shall drink the Living Spring 
 Of blessings from Thy throne, 
 
 Where neither death nor sin can come, 
 But only Love is known. 
 
WHERE ONLY LOVE IS KNOWN. 227 
 
 Thy dying Love, O Saviour dear ! 
 
 Eternal and Divine, 
 Of power to make our life on earth 
 
 With Thine own glory shine, 
 Each day, each hour, of endless worth, 
 
 Thy name, Thy gift. Thy sign ! 
 Thy robe of glory o'er us thrown, 
 Ours such eternal mercy known. 
 
 Even through the death of God's dear Son ! 
 Whose dying prayer our endless mercy won ! 
 
 Salvation from the guilt on earth begun. 
 To make the pardon our eternal crown ! 
 
228 CODS COVENANT OF GRACE. 
 
 GOD'S COVENANT OF GRACE. 
 
 r\ LAMB of God, thus slain 
 To take our guilt away, 
 That we might plead God's pardoning grace, 
 
 In the Great Judgment Day! 
 The Covenanted Grace, 
 
 That saves us from despair. 
 And in the Saviour's lovely face 
 
 Reads full redemption there, 
 And not a wrinkle of Remorse 
 
 Recorded anywhere. 
 
 His Life for ours He gave, 
 
 His blood for us was shed, 
 Who came and suffered, died and rose, 
 
 To raise us from the dead. 
 To give us Life Divine, 
 
 With Him to reign on High, 
 And in His glorious likeness shine 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 
 O bliss beyond all thought ! 
 
 O Paschal Lamb thus slain ! 
 Our Great High Priest at God's right hand 
 
 Our prayers to entertain ; 
 
GOD'S COVENANT OF GRACE. 229 
 
 Who intercedes for us, that we 
 
 Might never plead in vain, 
 But in the Assembly of the Just 
 
 With Him forever reign. 
 
 Beyond the reach of sorrow, sin, 
 
 Or memory of pain. 
 What was our loss converted now 
 
 Into Eternal gain. 
 
 Oh that we might, like Paul, obey 
 
 The impulse of a glowing Soul, 
 To Him who bore our guilt away. 
 
 And made such dying lepers whole. 
 
 The heart that grateful love doth rule, 
 
 No more content abroad to roam. 
 Will shut the half-learned book at School, 
 
 And finish all its lore at Home. 
 
230 THE LIGHT OF GOD'S GLORY. 
 
 THE LIGHT OF GOD'S GLORY. 
 
 f~\ COULD I keep, from hour to hour, 
 
 A sense of things divine, 
 And see upon my pathway here 
 The Hght of glory shine, 
 
 My soul, superior to the wiles 
 
 Of pleasure, care, and sin. 
 Would press with restless fervor on, 
 
 The heavenly crown to win. 
 
 Oh could I see. as in a glass, 
 
 The glory of the Lord, 
 And daily into heaven look through 
 
 The windows of His Word ; — 
 
 By faith I'd mount, as on the wings 
 
 Of angels, far above, 
 And breathe the blessed air of heaven. 
 
 And dwell in perfect love. 
 
 So guide me. Lord, in faith and prayer. 
 
 And bear me up by grace. 
 Till faith is lost in heaven's own light, 
 
 And prayer is turned to praise. 
 
THE ANGUISH OF THE CROSS. 23 1 
 
 THE ANGUISH OF THE CROSS. 
 
 r~\ LORD, when on the cross I see 
 
 Thy suffering Life breathed out for me, 
 And hear Thy meek forgiving prayer, 
 Beneath the anguish Thou didst bear, 
 
 I think my sins, forever slain. 
 No more within my heart shall reign ; 
 I think thy dying love supreme, 
 Shall be my life's perpetual theme. 
 
 But if from Thy dear cross I stray, 
 Upon the world's ensnaring way, 
 My joys depart, my sins return. 
 My contrite feelings cease to burn. 
 
 Dear Lord, forbid the mournful change, 
 That would my life from Thee estrange; 
 Oh, make my heart Thy constant throne. 
 And rule unrivalled and alone! 
 
 For I would live for Thy dear name. 
 And count my former gain my shame ; 
 Oh, let Thy love and sufferings be, 
 The death of self and sin in me ! 
 
232 ALL ETERNITY'S DELIGHT. 
 
 ALL ETERNITY'S DELIGHT! 
 
 /^'^H the bliss for such to be, 
 
 Jesus, comforted by Thee! 
 Raised from sorrow, sin, and shame, 
 To the glory of Thy name. 
 In our grateful hearts engraved, 
 By Thy suffering mercy saved, 
 From the dungeons of Despair, 
 The golden keys of Faith and Prayer, 
 Of such Eternal Mercy there ! 
 
 Where our Guardian Angels wait, 
 
 To unlock the iron gate. 
 And release the victims there, 
 To fly as seraphs in the air ; 
 Like the lark upon the wing. 
 In the morning sky to sing. 
 Glory, glory to our King ! 
 In whose blissful Presence move 
 All the subjects of His Love ; 
 All enraptured with the grace. 
 Shining in their Saviour's face ; 
 Clothed in His own Righteousness, 
 Seeing Him as they are seen ; 
 In His image pure and bright. 
 For seraphim's enraptured sight. 
 And all Eternity's delight. 
 
THE CHILD'S PRAYER. 233 
 
 THE CHILD'S PRAYER. 
 
 T/" EEP, O gracious Saviour, keep me! 
 Leave me not from Thee astray ; 
 By thy crook and staff still guide me, 
 
 Kept in Thy most holy way ; 
 Folded with Thy flock, preserve me, 
 All Thy precepts to obey ; 
 Lead me as a little child, 
 Lest I be by sin beguiled. 
 Thou canst keep, and Thou alone. 
 Precious treasures, all thine own, 
 From the wiles of Satan won. 
 Jewels brighter than the sun. 
 Known, the universe abroad, 
 As the Little Ones of God ! 
 Dearer than the angels known. 
 That surround God's glorious throne, 
 Guardian angels of the Lord, 
 Guided by His blessed Word, 
 To sow, even where the Devil roams. 
 Seeds for heavenly harvest-homes ; 
 Diadems for the Saviour's crown, 
 Gathered by His Love alone ; 
 Diamonds of celestial light. 
 Brighter than the stars at night ! 
 His Love can make earth's burning wastes 
 
234 THE CHILD'S PRAYER. 
 
 With living waters flow , 
 And vales of thorns in beauty drest, 
 
 With roses white as snow ; 
 And lilies, such as Jesus loved, 
 
 In roughest fields to grow ; 
 With fragrance sweeter than the gales 
 
 Of Araby could bear ; 
 With colors brighter than the hues, 
 
 King Solomon's robes did wear; 
 Whose brilliance might, a joy diffuse. 
 
 Through all the realms of air ; 
 With power to pluck from mortal souls 
 
 All misery but Despair ! 
 
 God ! be to such darkness kind. 
 And from such death set free, 
 
 A weeping soul, that fain would find 
 Its happiness in Thee ! 
 
 1 cannot live without Thy Love, 
 To guide me day by day; 
 
 Without Thy Spirit teaching me, 
 
 I cannot even pray ! 
 Distracted by such wandering thoughts, 
 
 I know not what to say. 
 O God of Mercy, Lord of Love, 
 
 Drive all these thoughts away ; 
 Mine Unbelief with Faith reprove, 
 And suffer me no more from paths 
 
 Of Grace Divine to stray ; 
 But lead me up the angelic stairs 
 
 That Jacob's dreams did greet. 
 
THE CHILD'S PRAYEK. 235 
 
 And teach me Faith's incessant prayers 
 
 Till Jesus' Love I meet ; 
 So oft enrapturing all my soul 
 
 At His dear Mercy-seat ! 
 Thus may I welcome Death itself, 
 
 Thy summons to obey, 
 As if Elijah's chariot were, 
 
 My heaven's Eternal Day! 
 Oh that I were already there, 
 
 At Jesus' feet to lay 
 The tribute of a grateful heart. 
 
 That once knew not to pray, 
 But spent, alas ! what precious years, 
 
 In madness thrown away! 
 Yet now, my God, regard the tears. 
 
 Remorseful, that betray 
 The darkness and repentant fears 
 
 Grace makes me know to-day. 
 Leave me no more in Satan's power. 
 
 Through such prolonged delay ; 
 But grant me now the gift of Faith, 
 
 My contrite heart to bring, 
 And lay the offering at Thy feet. 
 
 My Lord, my Life, my King! 
 Make this the consecrated hour, 
 
 Thy boundless Love to meet. 
 And henceforth know the power of prayer 
 
 At Thy dear Mercy-seat ! 
 Where songs of seraphs' joy repeat 
 The heart-pulse of Life's last retreat. 
 
236 A SPIRITUAL RESURRECTION. 
 
 REGENERATION, A SPIRITUAL RESUR- 
 RECTION. 
 
 "1X7 HEN shall this world-wide darkness of the 
 
 soul 
 Change to the sweet delight of heaven's pure 
 
 dawning? 
 O Grace Divine ! Despair itself control, 
 
 Shed forth the Holy Spirit's blissful warning; 
 And bid the midnight of each darkened heart, 
 Receive the transport of Christ's cloudless morn- 
 ing. 
 
 O Christ ! redeem Thy child from pride and sin, 
 
 And all my wandering thoughts from worldly 
 passion ; 
 Give me to find Thy Love within my heart, 
 
 Making my life some ray of Thy devotion ; 
 Teach me to know, by longings so divine. 
 
 That Thou in me hast made Thy pleasure mine ; 
 Cause me to walk in Love, as Thou didst walk. 
 
 And in the light of God, each day secure. 
 Communion sweet with Him who once did talk. 
 With those dear saints whose eyes, though dim 
 with weeping, 
 
A SPIRITUAL RESURRECTION. 237 
 
 Saw, half-awake, the watch He still was keeping. 
 While they with weariness o'ercome were sleeping. 
 Christ's final coming shall not long delay. 
 When all His followers, taught to watch and pray, 
 In His sole service give themselves away, 
 His kingdom finished, for the Last Great Day. 
 Oh what a glorious Universe shall then. 
 Repeat, Lord Jesus ! Thy Divine Amen ! 
 
238 TEACH I XG LOST ONES HOW TO PRAY. 
 
 TEACHING LOST ONES HOW TO PRAY. 
 
 T^O Thy cross, my Saviour, bind me ; 
 In Thy mercy seek me, find me, 
 
 Never more to go astray. 
 
 But Thy loving Word obey. 
 Other souls to seek and watch for. 
 
 In the strait and narrow way. 
 
 Teaching lost ones how to pray! — 
 Oh the bliss of such employ! — 
 
 In the house or by the way I 
 He that goeth forth and weepeth. 
 
 Bearing Jesus' words to sow, 
 Doubtless in the harvest reapeth 
 
 Sheaves of souls in heaven to show, 
 
 Products of Christ's work below ; 
 Through eternity to prove 
 Christ's omnipotence of Love. 
 
 Every grain a radiant volume, 
 To be read in worlds above ; 
 
 Every sheaf a living column, 
 Harvest for the Son of God 
 
 Through eternity to raise. 
 
 Melodies of rapturous praise ! 
 
TEACHING LOST ONES HOIV TO PRAY. 239 
 
 The mystery of Godliness, 
 Though His own most precious blood, 
 Beyond all power of earthly reason, 
 Beyond all measurement of sense, 
 That God's dear Son for us must die. 
 If we would know His Son on high. 
 Forgiveness of our sins on earth ; 
 Through such a Saviour's mercy blest, 
 And in Him find our Heavenly Birth, 
 And know the soul's eternal worth, 
 In such a Saviour's arms to rest, 
 Like John, on His Redeemer's breast. 
 
240 THE SOUL ON ITS PILGRIMAGE HOME. 
 
 THE SOUL ON ITS PILGRIMAGE 
 HOME. 
 
 A LL praises to the God of grace, 
 
 Who gives such shinings of His face, 
 That hearts once full of sin and shame, 
 Become the Saviour's blest abode, 
 To show to multitudes the road, 
 
 That leads us to the bleeding Lamb ! 
 Protecting from the wrath to come. 
 The soul upon its pathway home ! 
 
 For the comfort and rest and sweet sleep of 
 the night, 
 For the light and the air and the beauty of morn- 
 
 ing- 
 For the mercy-seat covered with cherubim 
 
 bright. 
 For the Love of the Lord all creation adorning ; 
 For the counsels of grace and the watchwords of 
 
 warning; 
 For the wings of the angels that minister nigh. 
 And in the dear care of Christ's little ones fly; 
 And strong in the faith of His sufferings borrow, 
 A shield to preserve from temptation and sorrow. 
 
 Inspired with the Faith of Assurance that blest it, 
 Oh the infinite gift of the spirit of prayer! 
 
THE SOUL ON ITS PILGRIMAGE HOME. 241 
 
 What would we not give if we always possessed it ; 
 For oft has it raised, from the depths of despair, 
 The soul under billows of sorrow and care ! 
 With the heart in full sight of the merciful Master, 
 To make me a friend of my pain and disaster ; 
 To make-me in love with the sight of His cross. 
 To count the world's riches but trouble and loss. 
 And hold by the anchor of Faith all the faster! 
 Eternal life the infinite reward, 
 For all who spake on earth the words of God, 
 In life and death confessors of their Lord ! 
 O God of mercy ! thus to live for Thee, 
 Shall my whole glory and salvation be J 
 But Thou alone the Power divine canst give, 
 
 And I can only from Thy grace receive, 
 The Wisdom, Will, and Spirit so to live ; 
 
 Thy Word, Thy Love, in all things interweave. 
 Till never thought of self my Lord shall grieve. 
 Nor for one moment from His Love depart, 
 Engraved forever in my contrite heart. 
 Jesus, my Saviour, let me ever be. 
 Redeemed from self and sin to worship Thee; 
 On earth Thy service as my heaven beginning. 
 The contrite sinner to his God returning, 
 A holocaust upon Thine altar burning; 
 The whole burnt-offering consecrated there. 
 Memorial of my Saviour's dying prayer, 
 To save me from the death of hell's despair. 
 My new-born soul His gift, eternal life His care ! 
 
242 / IVILL NOT LET THEE GO. 
 
 I WILL NOT LET THEE GO UNLESS 
 THOU BLESS ME. 
 
 'T'HEN help mine unbelief, O Lord! 
 
 And teach me how to pray, 
 And let me see Thy shining ones 
 Before me on my way. 
 
 To my distress'd and doubting heart, 
 
 So doubtful of Thy Word, 
 The wondrous miracle impart 
 
 Of wrestling with my Lord. 
 
 What Thou hast done Thou canst repeat. 
 
 And wilt, if such our need. 
 To be laid low beneath Thy feet, 
 
 In weakness to succeed. 
 
 Then Jacob's heavenly dream bestow, 
 
 Those golden stairs to see, 
 And cheerful tread the shining road 
 
 Ascending up to Thee. 
 
 From midnight to the breaking morn 
 
 We will repeat our prayer. 
 Nor let Thee go except Thou bless, 
 
 And save us from despair. 
 
/ WILL NOT LET THEE GO. 243 
 
 O gracious Lord, our only hope 
 
 Is in Thy wondrous grace, 
 That Thou from death wilt raise us up 
 
 To see Thy blessed face. 
 
 Almighty grace alone, divine, 
 
 The fallen can restore, 
 And raise such long-lost souls to shine, 
 
 Christ's likeness evermore ! 
 
244 GOD'S HEAVEN OF LOVE. 
 
 GOD'S HEAVEN OF LOVE. 
 
 A UTHOR and Finisher of Faith, 
 
 What love I owe, what grateful praise, 
 That I may freely ask of Thee 
 The gift of such amazing grace ! 
 
 Thou only source of life and light, 
 Dear Fountain of the life above. 
 
 Help Thou mine unbelief, and fit 
 My spirit for Thy Heaven of Love ! 
 
 If Thou within my heart wilt dwell, 
 And make me Thy divine abode, 
 
 Then by this sign I know full well 
 That I shall dwell with Thee in God. 
 
 O hope divine ! O boundless grace ! 
 
 To such a sinful soul express'd. 
 That L even L may see Thy face, 
 
 And in Thy likeness stand confess'd. 
 
 O Son of God ! Thy filial heart, 
 The spirit of faith in me create ; 
 
 O Lamb of God, Thy love impart, 
 And at Thy bidding let me wait. 
 
GOD'S HEAVEN OF LOVE. 245 
 
 So, with Thy meek and lowly mind, 
 A Heaven on earth Thy yoke I'll find. 
 And from all^thought of self set free, 
 Angelic happiness granted me, 
 
 Thus to obey and follow Thee 
 
 My Life and Immortality, 
 Begun on earth, in Heaven to b*, 
 
 Thy glory through eternity ' 
 
246 THE GIFT OF HEAVENLY GLORY. 
 
 THE GIFT OF HEAVENLY GLORY IN 
 OUR LORD'S PRAYER. 
 
 T ORD, Thou hast taught this fervent plea, 
 
 To love and worship only Thee ! 
 Thy law of love in every thought, 
 That we may serve Thee as we ought, 
 From all self-interest pure and clean, 
 And naught but Thy dear image seen ; 
 From every selfish yoke set free. 
 Redeemed from sin's captivity. 
 
 This blissful prayer Thyself hast taught 
 
 The loftiest reach of human thought. 
 
 All blessed, infinite, sublime. 
 
 Law of eternity and time. 
 
 The likeness of Thyself to be 
 
 Inwrought in us, eternally; 
 
 Each other as ourselves to love, 
 
 All envious interest above ; 
 
 All injuries from our foes forgiven, 
 
 That we, forgiven, alike may live, 
 
 And God's eternal life receive. 
 
 Oh who could live without such grace. 
 Or die, but in Thy Love's embrace ! 
 Oh let such mercy gird us round. 
 Till in Thy likeness we be found 
 
THE GIFT OF HEAVENLY GLORY. 247 
 
 Before Thy throne, at Thy dear feet, 
 And in Thy righteousness complete ; 
 Our endless glory thus inwrought, 
 The perfect image of God's thought ; 
 Perfected through this heaven-taught plea, 
 O Christ Divine, thus learned from Thee, 
 Before Thy throne I humbly fall. 
 My Soul, my Life, my All in All ! 
 
 Oh thus, dear Lord, remember me ! 
 
 And love me through eternity! 
 
 For Thine's the kingdom, power, and glory, 
 
 The gift of heaven's immortal story, 
 
 Gethsemane and Calvary ; 
 
 The prize of endless life to be, 
 
 Through Thy dear blood forever free. 
 
 For all who will but trust in Thee ! 
 
 Father of grace, who art in Heaven, 
 The God of all salvation given, 
 Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, 
 Through the vast empire of Thy Son ; 
 Empire of Bliss, that we may prove. 
 The glory of celestial love ! 
 Man's Paradise begun on earth. 
 To be renewed in Heaven above, 
 For all who through the Saviour's prayer. 
 Receive eternal mercy there, 
 His Robe of Righteousness to wear ! 
 
248 THE GIFT OF GOD'S REDEEMING GRACE. 
 
 THE GIFT OF GOD'S REDEEMING 
 GRACE. 
 
 C\ GRACE immortal, boundless, where 
 
 Once 'twas a world of guilt and care, 
 Anguished with ravings of Despair! 
 The bliss of every soul restored, 
 To sing such grateful hymns to God, 
 Where once 'twas Satan's dreadful reign, 
 Of gnashing blasphemy and pain. 
 
 Lord, I could run eternally. 
 If Thou such utterance give to me ; 
 Suited for such unmeasured glory, 
 Of Zion's Mount and Calvary's Story, 
 To fill the years incessantly. 
 With ravishing celestial song ; 
 Eternal Sabbath strains prolonging, 
 Heaven's highest anthems all adorning. 
 Songs of the Resurrection Morning ; — 
 Nor thought nor word shall silent be, 
 But vocal with Eternity ! 
 
 The radiant, boundless, changing sea, 
 Of Life and Immortality, 
 Its waves of song and melody. 
 Interpreters of speechless glory; 
 
THE GIFT OF GOD'S REDEEMING GRACE. 249 
 
 From death's dark bonds forever free, 
 
 Inhabiting Eternity, 
 
 The children of God's love to be. 
 
 O never-ending ecstasy, 
 Of Gratitude and Happiness, 
 The Gift of God's Redeeming grace. 
 For every meek and lowly child. 
 Baptized and cradled in the truth. 
 Of every Mother, meek and mild ! 
 The Angel Guardian of her child. 
 Committed to her keeping so, 
 Protected from the World of Woe. 
 
 O blessed cradlehood of Christ ! 
 In the rude manger laid to rest. 
 So sweetly upon Mary's breast ! 
 Humility and meekness blest. 
 By Jesus' infant love possest ; 
 Their Shepherd, in such fold caressed. 
 The riches of his glory theirs, 
 The answer to their infant prayers ; 
 The dearest radiancies of Heaven, 
 The brightest jewels of Love's crown. 
 Through Everlasting ages known. 
 The raptures of Jehovah's Throne ; 
 Melodies of the great I AM, 
 The songs of Moses and the Lamb ! 
 
250 GOD'S ENDLESS MERCY TO BELIEVERS. 
 
 GOD'S ENDLESS MERCY TO BELIEV- 
 ERS. 
 
 ^^N land or sea, to heirs of heaven, 
 
 By storm and tempests rudely driven, 
 God makes His grace and mercy known. 
 With thoughts of love from His bright throne ; 
 And to the listening ear of Faith, 
 Through glooms of spiritual Death, 
 Makes His Eternal Mercy shine, 
 With all the bliss of Love Divine, 
 A paradise renewed on earth. 
 But in God's pardoning grace to be, 
 Man's holy and Celestial Birth, 
 From sin and death forever free ! 
 
 Such love is as the Evening Star, 
 That leads a thousand angels forth. 
 With light and glory from afar, 
 To watch and wait, even on this earth, 
 The pilgrims of celestial birth ; 
 Tb guide their way to brighter skies. 
 Where planets more ethereal rise, 
 And firmaments with glory filled, 
 And opened gates of Paradise, 
 
GOD'S ENDLESS xMERCY TO BELIEVERS. 25 1 
 
 Once shut, but night and day thrown wide ; 
 
 Where sentinels of Love abide, 
 
 And flaming songs of seraphim, 
 
 Sound forth the Universal Hymn, 
 
 Of peace on earth, good-will to men, 
 
 And glory to our God on high. 
 
 In Bethlehem born, for man to die, 
 
 God's wondrous Love to glorify ! 
 
 Now Truth and Mercy kiss each other. 
 
 And Righteousness and Peace together, 
 
 Beneath God's Mercy-seat descending. 
 
 To all eternity are blending. 
 
 Upon the Son of God attending ! 
 
 So love is as the Evening Star, 
 With light and glory from afar. 
 And when the shades of evening fall. 
 And twilight softly veils the scene. 
 The voices of God's Spirit call. 
 With harmonies of praise serene. 
 And Hope with Faith's all-conquering shield. 
 In such soft lustre shines revealed, 
 Where God's own mercy still presides, 
 And Love the panoply provides, 
 To quench the Devil's fiery darts. 
 Aimed at believers' contrite hearts ! 
 
 Such promises of blessing meet. 
 Each suppliant at the Mercy-seat ! 
 O Love Divine ! still keep me there, 
 From the dread gloom of Hell's despair, 
 
252 GOD'S ENDLESS MERC Y TO BELIE VERS. 
 
 Safe through the power of Christ's own Prayer ! 
 Him prostrate in Gethsemane I see, 
 Who in such dying anguish prayed for me — 
 Father, forgive ! Which ever shall prevail, 
 And not the humblest sigh of Faith shall fail ! 
 Oh with what bliss is that assurance fraught, 
 With Christ's own cross, from Heaven for man- 
 kind brought, 
 Who prayed for Peter, that his faith fail not ! 
 
FROM ENDLESS LOSS TO ENDLESS GAIN. 253 
 
 FROM ENDLESS LOSS TO ENDLESS 
 GAIN. 
 
 r\ LOVELY day ! such bright array 
 
 Of light and cloud, sunshine and shade, 
 As if the pavement of our way 
 
 To Heaven were of Heaven's substance made ! 
 
 We could be travelling always here, 
 Nor ever know fatigue or fear, 
 Nor more desire a change of state, 
 Than angels to be new create. 
 
 Who then has given this spring of joy. 
 This Pilgrimage without alloy. 
 And made our natural life's design 
 Some foretaste of the world Divine ? 
 
 Who but the Lord, whose name is Love, 
 
 And when His sheep from Him had strayed. 
 
 To bring them to His fold above. 
 
 Their debt in His own sufferings paid ! 
 
 And this bright day, with blest array, 
 Of faith and hope in His dear cross. 
 
 Its color pleads, its lightnings play. 
 To save our souls from endless loss ! 
 
254 FROM ENDLESS LOSS TO ENDLESS GAIN. 
 
 To lead us in the path of Life, 
 To bring us to eternal gain, 
 
 Where we shall see as we are seen, 
 Nor sorrows know , nor sin, nor pain. 
 
 Forever by His love's constraint, 
 From unbelief and guilt withdrawn, 
 
 Forever spared the dread remorse 
 Of Jesus' sufferings put to scorn. 
 
GOING HOME, GOING HOME. 255 
 
 GOING HOME, GOING HOME. 
 
 "^ O more thunder, no more wrath, 
 
 No more h'ghtnings on our path ; 
 No dread terrors of Remorse, 
 Nor false prophets in our course, 
 Nor flatterers to lead astray 
 Unguarded souls from Heaven's highway : 
 But Jacob's Dream, of angels bright. 
 With radiant golden stairs of Light, 
 God's central firmament adorning, 
 Let down from midnight until morning, 
 Earth's wayworn pilgrims to invite. 
 
 With tenderest vigilance and warning. 
 To tread God's glorious pathway there ; 
 Each step a blissful conquering prayer. 
 With wings for little ones to wear — 
 Dear cherubs of the Saviour's care ! 
 Like youthful Pleiades divining. 
 From their sunlit courses shining. 
 Myriad Seraphs throwing down 
 From the unveiled Heavenly Throne, 
 Quite as much as we can bear 
 Of the worlds of glory there ! 
 
256 THE PRAYER OF MY HEART. 
 
 THE PRAYER OF MY HEART. 
 
 C\ LORD, subdue my selfish will, 
 
 All thy commandments to fulfil; 
 Thy Word on earth thus Heaven to be, 
 In glory through eternity. 
 
 10 say Thy will, not mine, be done. 
 Shall be a Heaven on earth begun, 
 An ecstasy supreme and free, 
 Of Love and glory given to me. 
 
 O God of Mercy ! hear my prayer, 
 That I Thy glory thus may see ; 
 
 Oh, take me on the wings of love. 
 And bear me safely up to Thee ! 
 
 Oh, give me to believe the grace 
 That pardons all my pride and sin. 
 
 And opens wide the gates of Heaven, 
 That such as I may enter in ! 
 
 That I may see the blissful face 
 Of Him whom I would fain adore, 
 
 And in His likeness know the bliss 
 Of Christ's own Love for evermore. 
 
THE PRAYER OF MY HEART. 257 
 
 O God of Mercy, grant my prayer, 
 His boundless glory to behold ; 
 
 His robe of Righteousness to wear 
 Among the lambs of His dear Fold. 
 
 By His dear name forever known, 
 His cross on earth daily confest, 
 
 To be on earth my joy and crown, 
 With Him in Heaven forever blest. 
 
258 BUT ONE BOOK. 
 
 BUT ONE BOOK. 
 
 T^EAR Lord, leave not Thy hold on me, 
 
 But let me still Thy glory see ; 
 Nor ever from Thy Word depart, 
 But hide its lessons in my heart ; — 
 The only Book that speaks for Thee, 
 Of Life and Immortality, 
 Revealing Thine Eternity ; 
 The only Book that holds my soul 
 Beneath Thy Spirit's sweet control ; 
 The only Book that keeps my mind 
 Within the range by Thee designed ; 
 The only Book that gives relief 
 From the dread schemes of Unbelief ; 
 The Book that teaches us to live. 
 The Book that shows us how to die ; 
 
 The Book that opens wide the gates 
 Of sinless Immortality ; 
 The Mystery of Godliness, 
 Gethsemane, and Calvary. 
 The Book that reads for us the prayer 
 Of Christ, still interceding there ; 
 And from the Throne of God replies : 
 To-day with Me in Paradise ! 
 
BUT ONE BOOK. 259 
 
 Lord, save by Thine Almighty Word, 
 And in that Book of Life record 
 The names that, trusting in their Lord 
 Received such Infinite Reward. 
 
 My Lord ! my God ! may mine be there ! 
 My worthless name beneath Thy Word, 
 Of holy, blissful Promise heard. 
 In pain, in darkness, and in grief. 
 The cure of all mine unbelief ; 
 Raised in Thy glory I shall rise. 
 With Thee to-day in Paradise ! 
 O Words of Lightning and Surprise, 
 To-day with Thee in Paradise ! 
 In Paradise to-day with me 
 God's angels shall such glory see ! 
 
 Jesus, my Saviour, can such be — 
 The Resurrection Life for me. 
 Such glory, glory, glory mine, 
 Inhabiting eternity ! 
 
26o PRAYER OF A CONTRITE HEART. 
 
 PRAYER OF A CONTRITE HEART. 
 
 JESUS, save a broken-hearted 
 Sinner that would trust in Thee ; 
 Oh, that faith might be imparted, 
 From the power of sin set free. 
 At Thy cross to leave my burden, 
 
 Evermore at liberty, 
 Thy dear name alone to worship. 
 
 In the tenderness of mercy, 
 Sweetly shining upon me ! 
 
 From Thy throne in highest Heaven, 
 By the Father's Grace Divine, 
 
 That thine enemies, forgiven. 
 Might with Thee in glory shine; 
 
 Oh what wealth of suffering mercy 
 Made the gift of pardon mine ! 
 
 From the depths of Love o'erflowing, 
 From Eternity's design ! 
 
 Who the boundless deep can measure 
 Of unending love like Thine. 
 
 Lord, as I behold Thy Passion 
 In agonies of death for me. 
 
 See Thy drops of blood down falling, 
 And in dark Gethsemane, 
 
 Hear the dreadful exclamation : 
 
PRAYER OF A CONTRITE HEART. 261 
 
 " Why hast Thou forsaken me ?" 
 
 May my heart in anguish broken, 
 Bleeding there on Calvary, 
 
 Hear Thy words of mercy spoken, 
 
 " Thou in Paradise shalt be !" 
 
262 THE HOME OF THE SOUL IN CHRIST. 
 
 THE HOME OF THE SOUL IN CHRIST. 
 
 HTHERE is a Heaven where I shall be 
 
 With Christ forever blest, 
 And in His Presence always know 
 My soul's Eternal Rest. 
 
 Then every doubt shall be dispelled 
 
 That once inv'olved in gloom 
 The truths that, half believed, yet held 
 
 My Hope beyond the tomb. 
 
 O blissful radiance, now so fair, 
 
 And I so near the sight 
 Of those celestial promises 
 
 That filled me with delight. 
 
 Sad intervals of unbelief, 
 
 The terrors of despair. 
 That day and night without relief 
 
 Still sought relief in prayer, 
 
 And at the mercy-seat of grace 
 
 What seraphs held me there! 
 Gethsemane and Calvary, 
 
 To shield me from. despair! 
 
THE HOME OF THE SOUL IN CHRIST. 263 
 
 Lord of such mercy! Boundless worlds, 
 
 The purchase of Thy Love, 
 Through countless millions so redeemed, 
 
 To wear Thy crown above. 
 
 Oh, what return of gratitude 
 
 For such redemption given. 
 Can mortal spirits hope to bring, 
 
 Immortal heirs of Heaven. 
 
264 TIME'S BEQUEA THMENT FOR ETERNITY. 
 
 TIME'S BEQUEATHMENT FOR 
 ETERNITY. 
 
 T GIVE my body to the grave, 
 
 From sin and pain forever free, 
 New life in Christ is promised me ; 
 His glory I'll forever see ; 
 It never Hmited can be, 
 But runneth through Eternity, 
 His Love to bear the penalty 
 I must have borne eternally 
 Had not my Saviour died for me. 
 His blissful nature I shall share, 
 His robe of Righteousness shall wear, 
 His image perfect shall be mine. 
 And in His glory I shall shine, 
 O wondrous Heritage Divine ! 
 Inheritance of Saints in Light, 
 The Crown of Love's Eternal Might, 
 The Diadem of Christ's Delight ! 
 God's whole Creation far above, 
 Perfected in Eternal Love ! 
 What images can ever prove. 
 
 Till we with angels dwell in Heaven, 
 The bliss of such amazing love, 
 To such amazing rebels given ! 
 
THE PREACHING OF THE GOSPEL. 265 
 
 THE PREACHING OF THE GOSPEL AN 
 ETERNAL HEAVEN! 
 
 T ET me not dwell from Thee, my Lord, apart. 
 But shed abroad Thy love within my heart ; 
 My dwelling thus, wherever it may be, 
 Shall prove a heavenly Paradise for me ; 
 On earth, or midst the stars, where'er I roam, 
 God's Love for me is mine Eternal Home. 
 His wondrous gift of grace, a lowly will; 
 My whole heart His, a greater wonder still. 
 Lord, with such Love each wayward thought con- 
 trol. 
 And cleanse and new-create my careless soul. 
 A prey to Doubting Castle leave me not. 
 Thy promised grace in angui.sh there forgot. . 
 If Thou wilt make Thy Presence my delight, 
 There shall be sunrise even in blackest night! 
 The iron gates fly open to the day, 
 God's flaming chariot bears me safe away ; 
 And I as free as air by seraphs stirred. 
 On wings of mercy at Thy blissful word. 
 Fly as the lark to meet the morning sun, 
 A new existence in God's light begun ! 
 With Hope and Faith and Love and fervent 
 Prayer, 
 
266 THE PREACHING OF THE GOS:PEL. 
 
 Oh lift my soul from darkness and despair 
 To the bright regions of Thy loving care 
 My dear Lord's Prisoner held in triumph there, 
 From all the doubts of unbelief set free, 
 To know that Christ has died even for me ; 
 And in His righteousness my soul arrayed. 
 Assures my resurrection from the dead. 
 When I shall see, with infinite surprise, 
 Myself, once lost, a seraph in the skies. 
 
 Oh give me now Thy new-creating grace 
 To make mine inmost soul reflect Thy face ; 
 Oh, bring me out of prison to praise Thy name, 
 And put mine enemies and Thine to shame, 
 Oh, no more hide Thy loving face from me, 
 But let me evermore Thy glory see, 
 And find my blissful home eternally. 
 In loving, praising, and adoring Thee ! 
 
 Dear loving Saviour, leave me not alone ; 
 But with Thy Presence may Thy Love be known, 
 And make it certain that I am Thine own, 
 So shall Thy Love mine endless anthem be, 
 And I the wonder of eternity, 
 That Christ could love a sinner such as me, 
 And make my soul an angel's harp to sing, 
 
 " O death, where is thy victory? 
 O grave, where is thy sting?" 
 
LO VE'S HE A VEN WITHIN- THE SO UL. 267 
 
 LOVE'S HEAVEN WITHIN THE SOUL. 
 
 f~\ LOVER of my soul, have mercy on me ! 
 
 Through the dear grace of Thine own cross 
 that won me, 
 My guilt, so vast. Thou madest me to know, 
 Through faith of all Thy sufferings here below; 
 Oh, let Thine anguish conquer all my sin. 
 From every idol mine affections win. 
 In every thought and impulse reign forever. 
 To be divided from Thy worship never; 
 But as a radiant and redeemed star. 
 To shine unto Thy glory from afar, 
 Wherever souls or flaming worlds are found, 
 ■Or angel keepers of Emmanuel's ground. 
 The knowledge of Thy grace to spread around. 
 
 Dear Lord, my only refuge from distress. 
 Who grantest now such glimpses of Thy face, — 
 Keep in my thoughts these holdings, day by day. 
 These Life-lines in my soul. Thy grace to stay, 
 And guard my will from shipwreck by the way, 
 And help me at Thy word to watch and pray ; — 
 That, anchored thus, in Thee, within the veil, 
 I never may that Heavenly Harbor fail. 
 But find my Heaven within Thy loving heart. 
 And be like Thee, seeing Thee as Thou art, 
 No more forever from Thy love to part. 
 
268 THE MYSTERY OF GODLINESS. 
 
 THE MYSTERY OF GODLINESS. 
 
 r\ MYSTERY of Godliness, 
 
 To end in Everlasting glory ! 
 The Cross, the Word, the Dying Lamb ! 
 The pardoning Prayer on Calvary, 
 The Anthem for Eternity, 
 For you, O sinner, and for me. 
 The glory of all worlds to be ; 
 The death of God's Eternal Son, 
 And by it man's Salvation Won! 
 O wonders of Eternal Grace ! 
 Who can their Memory erase? 
 The song of Moses and the Lamb, 
 The Alpha and the end of praise, . 
 The glory of the Great I Am, 
 Through angels' and archangels' days: 
 The glory of the Harvest Home, 
 The heritage of saints to come ; 
 The glory now of Jesus' Name, 
 Though once the heritage of shame, 
 For all who dared His Son proclaim ! 
 
 Lord, hold me in Thine own embrace, 
 And bid me run the Heavenly Race ; 
 Oh, leave me not from Thee astray. 
 
THE MYSTERY OF GODLINESS. 269 
 
 To wander in the World's highway, 
 But hold me in Thy powerful hand. 
 Obeying each Divine command. 
 
 Oh, keep me praying every day. 
 
 And new demands of grace supply, 
 
 That hourly, momently I need ; 
 
 For Thou must give and Thou must lead, 
 
 And in Thy mercy intercede! 
 
 Oh, who that lives with hope to meet, 
 
 A Saviour at the Mercy-seat, 
 
 Dare waste a moment of the Rhyme, 
 
 Betwixt Eternity and Time, 
 
 Or reckon, but by Christ's control, 
 
 The Endless Value of the soul! 
 
 Lord, thus be with me when I die. 
 
 And on the wings of Faith I'll fly 
 
 To meet my Saviour in the sky ! 
 
 My Lord, my Life, my Heaven on high, 
 
 The bright fulfilment of my dream. 
 
 Whenever I can think of Him, 
 
 He takes me in His own right hand. 
 
 My every step at His command. 
 
 Oh, this is joy on earth to be, — 
 
 By Christ's dear self from self set free. 
 
 His blissful Yoke of Love on me ; 
 
 My Yoke, with every burden laid 
 
 On Him, by whom the words were said : 
 
 My child ! 'tis I ; be not afraid! 
 
270 THE MYSTERY OF GODLINESS. 
 
 And so the wildest storm is laid, 
 By sunlight through the tempest played ; 
 The manger's homely crib becomes 
 
 The friendly cradle of a babe ; 
 The grandest of all earthly homes, 
 The loving chariot of the Lord, 
 To wing me up to His abode ! 
 
 Lord, when it comes mine hour to die, 
 May I but know that Thou art nigh. 
 Death's gloomy terrors I'll defy; 
 For Jesus on the cross doth reign. 
 And sin, but not the soul, is slain. 
 So in His Love I shall remain. 
 Forever loved, to sing His praise 
 Who could so great a sinner raise, 
 And make me as an angel pure, 
 God's blessed mansion to secure, 
 
 Through the dear Covenant of His Son ! 
 And who from Death's command can fly, 
 Except the Lord of Life is nigh, 
 Satan's dread presence to defy, 
 And raise the flag of mercy high ? 
 Assured the soul's salvation there, 
 And Resurrection from Despair ! 
 That else were endless misery where. 
 
 The Holy Spirit shall preside. 
 
 And in the weakest heart reside, 
 
 In Faith, Hope, Love, and Patience tried ; 
 A Refuge and a glory where 
 
THE MYSTERY OF GODLINESS. 27 1 
 
 The purchase of such grace shall be 
 The glory of Eternity, 
 The gift of every sinner's Friend, 
 The glory that can have no end. 
 
 O glory, glory, glory. Lord ! 
 
 The mystery of Godliness, 
 The Throne of the Eternal Word, 
 The boundless Mercy of our God ! 
 
 O glorious Hope, forever nigh ! 
 Who would not all earth's treasures give. 
 
 For that to live, with that to die, 
 Christ's grace receive, His Love believe. 
 
 And with such glory reign on high. 
 
 Inhabiting Eternity ! 
 
272 INVOCATION OF THE ALMIGHTY. 
 
 INVOCATION OF THE ALMIGHTY. 
 
 r\ HOLY, holy, holy Lord ! 
 
 Thy guiding heavenly Grace afford. 
 To know the leadings of Thy Word, 
 That bear me safely up to God. 
 Oh thus, Almighty Saviour, guide me. 
 And in the secret of Thy Presence hide me,' 
 Lord God of such Redeeming Power, 
 Be with me in my dying hour. 
 Thy guiding shining grace afford. 
 To know the footsteps of my Lord, 
 
 My once lost nature to restore ; 
 Thy Promise Infinite, divine, 
 How glorious doth its radiance shine. 
 Each word a diamond of God's mine ! 
 And the dear likeness of God's Son, 
 A daily heaven in me begun ! ' 
 Be with me thus, O God of Love ! 
 Send Thy good Spirit from above ; 
 My daily wanderings forgive. 
 
 My ruined nature to restore. 
 
 From Thee and heaven to part no more, 
 And so Thy pardoning grace receive, 
 
INVOCATION OF THE ALMIGHTY. 273 
 
 The Faith for Him alone to live, 
 Who for my soul His life did give ! 
 Oh, what a world if guilt and grief, 
 
 The work of sin, were dead, 
 And all but Love in human hearts 
 
 From God's remembrance fled ! 
 Oh, what a world where Sun and Moon 
 
 Had no more need to shine. 
 Because all being lives and moves 
 
 •By breath of Love Divine ! 
 Oh, what a world if I were there 
 
 Among its sons to dwell ! 
 Oh, what a world if Thou be there 
 
 Whom I have loved so well ! 
 And what a world if some were there 
 
 Whom I on earth had known. 
 And sought to lead in earnest prayer 
 
 Before Jehovah's throne ! 
 To whom on earth, in humble faith, 
 
 My Saviour's words expressed, 
 Had taught some trembhng heart upon 
 
 His dying love to rest ! 
 His blissful words from Heaven revealed, 
 
 " In Paradise with Me," 
 Wide opening thus the gates unsealed 
 
 Of blest Eternity ! 
 O blest Eternity revealed ! 
 O work of grace to sinners given, 
 From earth transported thus to Heaven ! 
 
274 INVOCATION OF THE ALMIGHTY. 
 
 Lord, sanctify me by Thy grace, 
 Till I in Heaven behold Thy face. 
 
 Oh, who can chant such ecstasy, 
 Such joy through all Eternity, 
 Of gratitude each soul unfolding, 
 God's Paradise of Love upholding; 
 A Paradise that ne'er began, 
 But through the wickedness of man 
 Rejecting God's Eternal Plan ! 
 
 O Mystery of Iniquity, 
 
 That endless ages cannot scan ! 
 But oh the glorious Grace that rises 
 
 In the soul of Fallen Man ! 
 Oh, the overwhelming prizes 
 
 Of the Life that thus began ! 
 Sweetest thoughts in loveliest language, 
 
 Colors drawn from sunset skies, 
 Always blending, never ceasing, 
 
 Fill the soul with glad surprise ; 
 Prisms newly formed, unfolding 
 
 All the scenes of Paradise, 
 Man's first sin, and first forgiving; 
 Angels, gratefully beholding 
 
 New-created Planets rise ; 
 Comets their career unfolding 
 
 Where the forked lightning flies ; 
 And God's thunder-peals, resounding, 
 
INVOCATION OF THE ALMIGHTY. 275 
 
 Shake the Universe around, 
 With sublimest peals of sound, 
 
 Echoing through Eternal Ages. 
 Filling Angels with surprise, 
 Through new-created azure skies, 
 Universes that arise ; 
 Defying all created Plan, 
 One attribute of God to scan, 
 But only Love to guilty man. 
 
2/6 FEAR NOTHING, O TRUE BELIEVER! 
 
 FEAR NOTHING, O TRUE BELIEVER! 
 
 /^ GOD of grace and mercy, hear me ! 
 
 Thy words in darkest midnight cheer me ; 
 All evils fly when Thou art near me. 
 Thine is the Heaven in which I learn 
 The thoughts that breathe; the words that burn ; 
 The light by which my soul doth live. 
 And all its faculties receive ; 
 The endless blessings Thou dost give. 
 
 Thou art the Life of all delight ; 
 
 The mysteries of Heaven are Thine, 
 
 Supreme, Eternal, and Divine. 
 
 All joys creation can believe 
 
 Doth TJiine all-bhssful Presence give ; 
 
 Eternity of being Thine, 
 
 Without beginning or decline. 
 
 Who can such mysteries divine, 
 
 By which such boundless glories shine, 
 
 Vast and Eternal their Design ? 
 
 O God of Mercy ! make them mine ; 
 Omniscient and Almighty Power, 
 
FEAR NOTHING, O TRUE BELIEVER. '277 
 
 The breath of every passing hour ; 
 God, whose existence we adore, 
 Yet human Thought cart ne'er explore, 
 Nor estimate the precious dower 
 Of each remembered shining hour. 
 Bestowed, of Life for evermore, 
 In God's Redeeming Love secure ! 
 
 Unparalleled, Omniscient Bliss; 
 Omnipotent, unmeasured all. 
 Yet at command of human call; 
 
 The universe a measureless 
 Provision of celestial grace. 
 For those who seek Jehovah's Face, 
 
 The Father of the Fatherless. 
 
 Unparalleled, unmeasured bliss. 
 
 Of Love the Unsearchable abyss. 
 
 The wonder of creation this! 
 
 Omnipotent, Omniscient all. 
 
 Yet at command of human call. 
 
 Of Faith and Hope and Love the dwelling. 
 
 The mystery of the Cross revealing, — 
 
 The mystery of the great I AM, 
 
 The song of Moses and the Lamb. 
 
 The glory of the Saviour's Name, 
 
 The gift of His celestial grace, 
 
 For all who humbly seek His face, 
 
 And triumph in His Righteousness? 
 
2-]'i,FEAR NOTHING, O TRUE BELIEVER! 
 
 Oh haste, my soul, to make it sure 
 
 That I on earth such Love may know, 
 And in such faith to glory go. 
 Hear me, O Lord ! and grant the prayer. 
 Which Thou hast taught me at the cross, 
 To save me from the dread despair, 
 And madness of blasphemers there, 
 Deniers of the Son of God, 
 Despiser of His holy Word ! 
 
THE JOY OF HEAVEN ON EARTH. 279 
 
 THE JOY OF HEAVEN ON EARTH. 
 
 T^HIS is the Christian Hfe to lead, 
 Our bliss divine on earth ; 
 
 No other heritage we need, 
 But that of this New Birth, 
 
 To make one hour of such a life 
 Eternal ages worth ; — 
 The joy of Heaven on Earth ! 
 
 Yea ! the same life that Jesus lived. 
 
 The Love divine to show, 
 That shall be ours who will but seek 
 
 Such blessedness to know ; 
 And to our fellow-prisoners teach 
 
 Some glimmerings here below, 
 
 Ere we to glory go ! 
 
 Christ's death itself Love's sacrifice, 
 His Life our only Paradise, 
 Regained by His most precious blood, 
 That on the cross so freely flowed. 
 That we might thus return to God, 
 From sin and death forever free ! 
 Gethsemane and Calvary, 
 Love's Radiance through Eternity, 
 
2 So THE JOY OF HEAVEX ON EARTH. 
 
 Our Robe of Righteousness to be! 
 In wondrous likeness of our Lord, 
 The mystery of Heaven's grace adored, 
 The promise of Jehovah's Word, 
 Ecstatic study of all Heaven ! 
 For Cherubim and Seraphs given, 
 The unfallen first-born hosts of Heaven ! 
 To see God's prodigals returned. 
 When Satan to his place is driven, 
 In penitential grief adorned; — 
 God's waiting and Redeeming art. 
 
 That we Love's holocaust might bring. 
 The broken, humble, contrite heart. 
 
 Forever His dear praise to sing. 
 Who for our Life His own laid down. 
 That we might wear the conqueror's crown. 
 
THE CHRISTMAS SONG OF SERAPHS. 281 
 
 THE CHRISTMAS SONG OF SERAPHS. 
 
 N 
 
 OW o'er the wide world, on the wings of the 
 
 Morning, 
 
 From Pharaoh's stream to the ends of the earth, 
 The heralds of Zion in anthems of glory 
 
 Proclaim the glad news of Immanuel's birth. 
 Over Bethlehem's plains, in their lowly seclusion. 
 The shepherds, unconscious, are watching their 
 sheep ; 
 While the moon and the planets wheel on in their 
 glory, 
 All nature in innocent beauty asleep. 
 
 Then swept through the heavens, in choirs all 
 seraphic. 
 
 Soft preludes of joy from the Ancient of Days ; 
 Singing loud to the hearts of the wondering 
 shepherds 
 
 The birth of the King of Eternity's praise ! 
 To you He is born in the city of David ; 
 
 You first of all people His glory shall know ; 
 Ye first shall adore Him, and all the bright story 
 
 The world as His earliest witnesses show. 
 
2?,2 THE CHRISTMAS SONG OF SERAPHS. 
 
 Withdrawn through the azure, the night-song is 
 ended, 
 And Ages steal silently over the plain ; 
 But slowly, ah ! slowly the tidings have wended, 
 Though flung from the mountain-tops over the 
 main. 
 Oh haste, mighty Saviour! complete the blest 
 story 
 Of Death, Resurrection, and Glory divine ; 
 Till earth's distant regions shall shout the grand 
 Anthem, 
 The Birth and the Cross and the Blood all 
 divine. 
 The Mercy, the Crown, and the Majesty thine ! 
 
THE QUESTION OF ATONING BLOOD. 283 
 
 THE QUESTION OF ATONING BLOOD. 
 
 FOR REBELS THUS BROUGHT 
 
 BACK TO GOD. 
 
 T ASK the Eternal Son of God : 
 
 Canst Thou have died for me ? 
 Oh help me to accept this Word, 
 
 And all Thy glory see ! 
 I hear Thee question me again : 
 
 Dear child, dost thou love Me? 
 The doubt conveyed fills me with pain, 
 
 Unfit to answer Thee. 
 But Thou must give the certainty. 
 
 By grace confirming me ; 
 The bliss of Love within my soul. 
 
 That drew my heart to Thee : 
 The healing grace that made me whole. 
 
 From death forever free ! 
 Henceforth I give my life to Thee, — 
 
 The least that I can do ; 
 For Thou didst give Thy life for me 
 
 Before Thy name I knew ! 
 No more mine own, but ever Thine, 
 
 Love's purpose to pursue ! 
 In prayer and praises to Thy name, 
 
 Lord, help me to believe, 
 
2^4 TH^ QUESTION OP ATONING BLOOD. 
 
 And the vast gift of Thy dear love, 
 
 Through Thine own blood receive ! 
 The stars of an Eternal Life 
 
 In our horizon rise : 
 Oh, when shall men the glory learn 
 
 That in God's kingdom lies ! 
 Heaven's representatives to be, 
 Redeemed forever. Lord, by Thee ; 
 And through the purchase of Thy blood, 
 Dead unto sin, alive to God ! 
 O boundless, endless Mystery, 
 
 The Mystery of Godliness, 
 Hid by God's Being in His Son, 
 The Lamb of God, for sinners slain. 
 That none might seek His Grace in vain ! 
 O God ! that mercy to obtain 
 Were worth Eternities of Pain ; 
 But Thou hast left it for Thy Son, 
 Eternity of Bliss for all begun. 
 The crown of such amazing glory won ; 
 None can deny that such must be 
 The Mystery of Eternity! 
 None can delay, but those who borrow. 
 From wasted Time, Eternities of sorrow ! 
 Oh to be wise, and count not on To-morrow ! 
 To-day believe, To-night in earnest pray, 
 And Heaven shall be your Everlasting Day, 
 God's Paradise of Love your Soul's array ! 
 
PROM SWS DREAD DELUGE FLEE. 285 
 
 FROM SIN'S DREAD DELUGE FLEE 
 TO-DAY. 
 
 f~^ OD bless our progress day by day, 
 
 Till we be found amidst the array 
 Of just ones perfected by grace, 
 To see our Saviour face to face. 
 The General Assembly there, 
 Who served their Lord with holy fear, 
 To be presented at His throne, 
 Nor spot nor wrinkle ever known, 
 But the dear likeness of God's Son, 
 In meek and lowly witness known ! 
 
 Oh to be perfect in Thy sight ! 
 Lord, who can know our soul's delight, 
 When we, from every stain set free. 
 Shall find our being pure in Thee ? 
 But can it be that such as we 
 E'er should such boundless glory see? 
 
 Thou art the Shepherd of Thy Flock, 
 Their Guardian and their Living Rock -. 
 In form and nature how serene 
 The human and divine are seen ! 
 Thou leddest us in pastures green, 
 Where freshest streams did intervene ; 
 
FROM SIN'S DREAD DELUGE FLEE. 
 
 Thou wast our everlasting Light, 
 
 Our Sun by Day, our Moon by Night ; 
 
 Thy cloudy pillar led us on, 
 
 All sheltered from the noonday sun, 
 
 The Desert's dreadful scorching glare, 
 
 A Terror to the footsteps there ; 
 
 Where yet we breathed a gentle vernal air 
 
 Amidst such dreary sand-wastes of Despair. 
 
CHRIST OUR ETERNAL LIFE. 287 
 
 CHRIST OUR ETERNAL LIFE IN 
 
 HEAVEN. 
 
 ' I 'HERE sin forever is forgiven, 
 There Life is Love Divine ; 
 And all the souls that enter Heaven 
 In Christ's perfection shine. 
 
 The Life that's hid with Christ in God 
 
 Shall my salvation be, 
 The conscience sprinkled with the blood 
 
 So freely shed for me. 
 
 There, in the bliss of loving God, 
 
 Eternal Life is mine ; 
 And I shall be a child of God, 
 
 And in His nature shine. 
 
 And mine shall be the eternal joy. 
 From sin and death made whole, 
 
 To be engaged in God's employ. 
 The glory of the soul ! 
 
 O God ! my God ! when shall it be 
 That I shall know such grace. 
 
 From self and sin forever free. 
 My Saviour, face to face,— 
 
288 CHRIST OUR ETERNAL LIFE. 
 
 To know as I myself am known, 
 In God's Omniscient Light, 
 
 And with His saints and angels there 
 Drink infinite delight ! 
 
 And God's own Holy Light the sphere 
 In which ourselves we see, 
 
 Transfigured with Our Lord to shine 
 Through all Eternity. 
 
 Oh, then it will be ecstasy 
 
 The breath of Heaven to breathe. 
 
 Where no more thought of sin remains 
 Than God Himself can have. 
 
 Then, oh, the ecstasy divine 
 
 Of rising from the grave. 
 To see the Lamb for us once slain, 
 
 And know His power to save. 
 
FLY TO THE ARK. 289 
 
 T 
 
 FLY TO THE ARK. 
 
 0-DAY ! While it is called TO-DAY, 
 
 Oh, seek Christ's mercy while you may i 
 Nor for the coming deluge stay ; 
 
 Fly to the Ark ! 
 There only are you safe, for there, 
 Through Jesus' loving grace and care, 
 The winds and waves that roar shall bear 
 Your soul to Heaven ! 
 
 No more the sport of Satan's Feast, 
 But sweetly on your Saviour's breast. 
 Soft as a robin in its nest. 
 
 Sealed as Christ's own, — 
 Under His wings your soul shall rest. 
 No more by Guilt's despair opprest, 
 But in His glorious likeness drest, 
 
 Bright as His throne. 
 
 The sun in Heaven may lose its fire, 
 The glorious stars in clouds expire, 
 A mightier Universe to see 
 
 In Jesus' Personality, 
 Then shall His servants here on earth, 
 Rejoicing in their heavenly birth. 
 
290 FLY 10 THE ARK. 
 
 By Grace Divine, in God's own worth, 
 
 Such glory see. 
 Through grace descending from above, 
 In all the Eternity of Love, 
 From sin and death such Liberty, 
 
 Inhabiting Eternity ! 
 
THE HEAVEN OF GRATITUDE DIVINE. 2gi 
 
 THE HEAVEN OF GRATITUDE DIVINE. 
 
 iH ! Gratitude is so divine! 
 
 It makes the Eternal Godhead shine 
 By rays created from above, 
 Returned in Everlasting Love. 
 
 Located thus, that we might know, 
 Before we unto glory go, 
 Divine Experience here below, 
 Through endless life in Heaven to show. 
 
 How far beyond the creature's praise 
 God's pardoning of our wayward ways! 
 Filled with the joy of Life Divine, 
 In God's own likeness so to shine, 
 
 That all created worlds mJty gaze, 
 And with ecstatic anthems raise 
 The Song of Moses and the Lamb, 
 The worship of the Great I AM. 
 
 By countless millions thus adored, 
 
 Their Loving, Dying, Rising Lord ! 
 
 O Grateful Love, and Bliss Divine ! 
 
 Lord, make it thus forever mine. 
 
 Theme of Archangel's Reasoning powers, 
 Lord, make it thus forever ours ! 
 
292 HIDE ME, MY SAVIOUR! HIDE. 
 
 HIDE ME, O MY SAVIOUR! HIDE. 
 
 T N Thyself my spirit hide, 
 
 From myself deliver me ; 
 From self-righteousness and pride, 
 Wholly consecrate to Thee. 
 
 Dead to sin, alive to God, 
 
 Through the Power of Love supreme, 
 By the grace of Christ my Lord, 
 
 By the Law of Life in Him. 
 
 From the Law of Death set free. 
 
 Thus forever to abide. 
 Knowing that He died for me, 
 
 Proud of nothing else beside. 
 
 Oh to be thus baptized with Love, 
 
 Oh to be absorbed in God, 
 Through Eternity to prove 
 
 All the fulness of His Word. 
 
 Through Eternity to show 
 His dear Love to all I meet; 
 
 Making heaven and earth to know 
 How he brought me to His feet ! 
 
HIDE ME, O MY SAVIOUR! HIDE. 293 
 
 Songs of Moses and the Lamb, 
 
 Endless praises to repeat, 
 How the knowledge of His name 
 
 Brought me to the Mercy-seat. 
 
 Taught atoning blood to plead, 
 And its cleansing power to find. 
 
 Through the righteousness of God, 
 Dropped upon the guilty mind. 
 
 Wrought by the Eternal Word, 
 
 In the robe of glory drest, 
 Spotless at the throne of God, 
 
 In His likeness there confest. 
 
 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide ; 
 
 From myself dehver me. 
 In thy mercy to abide, 
 
 Loved through all Eternity. 
 
 Dwelling in the Secret Place 
 
 Of the Lord of glory, where. 
 Heaven's Redemption shall be known 
 
 From the Prison of Despair ! 
 
2940^ THAT I WERE AN AAGEL FAIR! 
 
 OH THAT I WERE AN ANGEL FAIR! 
 
 /^H that I were an angel fair 
 
 As all this lovely scene, 
 My heart as gay, to weep or pray. 
 
 And nothing ill between ! 
 Oh would I were as those bright clouds. 
 
 All garmented to raise. 
 From sunrise to its setting light, 
 
 Their unseen Maker's praise ! 
 
 Might but my natural thoughts express, 
 
 As modest daisies hide, 
 The joy of Nature's loveliness, 
 
 Without one thought of pride ! 
 In words illumined as the air, 
 
 Arraying earth with Heaven, 
 Unwearied flames of faith and prayer. 
 
 And colors wreathed in banners where 
 No thought need be forgiven ; 
 
 As when the stars together sang, 
 And mightiest melodies outrang 
 
 Their wondrous birth in heaven. 
 
 The chariots of a new-made world 
 
 On wings and wheels of rainbows whirled, 
 
OH THAT I WERE AN ANGEL FAIR / 2ge, 
 
 By angel heralds driven, 
 
 With sparkling dewd-rops that declare, 
 And hues of rosy dawn. 
 
 And Messianic prophets fair, 
 The day-break of the Morn ! 
 
 O Life, how blest ! And every guest, 
 Though once from Eden driven, 
 
 Returning to that sacred rest 
 Spotless in Christ's own heaven ! 
 
296 BROOK MELODIES, GOD'S MERCIES, 
 
 BROOK MELODIES, GOD'S MERCIES! 
 
 T^HE music of this running brook 
 
 Is God's dear melody to me, 
 For, 'midst the howl of Winter winds, 
 
 It says, Another Spring you'll see ; 
 Though now by icy fetters chained, 
 
 It sings of Paradise regained. 
 And Summer's loving minstrelsy. 
 
 With brief, prelusive pause restrained ! 
 
 Sure as bright clouds sweet drops contain, 
 
 Sure as the rainbows bind the flood, 
 God never made the brooks in vain. 
 
 The brooks are promises of God ; 
 And ever, in their babbling ways, 
 
 To the dear heart of childhood plain, 
 May teach the sweetest hymns of praise, 
 
 Where sunset dews are Love's refrain. 
 
 Would God that every time I see 
 A star in Evening's cloudless sky ; 
 
 Would God that every time I hear 
 The fragrant breezes whispering by, — 
 
 Mine unbelieving soul might learn 
 His loving presence to discern ! 
 
BROOK MELODIES, GOD'S MERCIES. 297 
 
 Though Winter whirlwinds rage and die, 
 
 The gurgling rills go dancing by, 
 And heavenly breezes whispering nigh, 
 
 Where darkness is but Love's refrain, 
 And rainbows every storm defy. 
 
298 ETERXITY IS HEAVEN FOR ME. 
 
 ETERNITY IS HEAVEN FOR ME, 
 WHILE I THE CROSS OF JESUS SEE! 
 
 C^ LORD, within my heart appear. 
 
 Bewildered now with doubt and fear, 
 And let thy mercy still prevail 
 Where else my trembling faith would fail! 
 O let that mercy comfort me. 
 And from guilt's terror set me free; 
 Guide my despairing soul about. 
 And drive each faithless anguish out. 
 Save, Lord ! I perish ! is my cry 
 As on the lake Thou passest by ; 
 There let me hear Thy welcome shout, 
 Oh thou of little faith, why doubt ? 
 Dear Lord, my trembling faith increase. 
 And in my heart there shall be Peace, 
 The raging tempest I deride. 
 And in my Saviour's bosom hide. 
 How can I fail to be supplied 
 With all that's needful for my guide, 
 Till Heaven, within my heart renewed, 
 Shall show the faith by Christ pursued, 
 And mine Eternal gratitude! 
 
GOD'S LOVE IN THE SPIRIT OF PRA YER. 299 
 
 THE GIFT OF GOD'S LOVE IN THE 
 SPIRIT OF PRAYER. 
 
 (H the gift of God's grace in the Spirit of 
 Prayer — 
 
 What boundless salvation encompasses there 
 
 The soul that is winged with the Faith of the 
 Lord, 
 
 To fly with the strength of the oath of His Word, 
 
 From the Temple of Praise, where the Promise is 
 heard, 
 
 And the crown of God's Mercy on Sinners con- 
 ferred. 
 
 God's Mercy-seat ! His blessing there 
 
 Saves the lost Sinner from Despair 1 
 
 God's Mercy-seat! And there are waiting 
 
 His cherubim on Wings of Light 
 To carry to His glorious throne 
 The supplications there made known, 
 For intercession by His Son ; 
 
 The Holy Spirit's breathings shown 
 Even in the guiltiest Soul's confession ; 
 
 The hope of mercy shed abroad, 
 
 The first dear faith iri man's possession. 
 
300 GOD'S LO VE IN THE SPIRIT OF PRA YER. 
 
 The Mercy-seat, the Court of Love, 
 Where Angels wait to bear above 
 The Sinner's penitential plea, 
 O God, have mercy upon me ; 
 
 And work the Faith that can receive, 
 
 Even at the Cross, the dying prayer. 
 The guilt of all my life forgive. 
 And In Christ's mercy let me live ! 
 
 The Mercy-seat, O power of Prayer 
 
 To save the dying sinner there 
 
 From Guilt's Remorse and Hell's Despair I 
 
 God's Mercy-seat in Jesus' name 
 Doth His Omnipotence proclaim. 
 Despite our unbelief and shame. 
 The promise of His conquering blood, 
 To bring remission from our God, 
 And carry through all worlds abroad 
 The Song of Moses and the Lamb, 
 The Glory of the Great I AM. 
 
 The Mercy-seat ! God's Mercy-seat ! 
 God's love in Christ o'er all supreme, 
 Heaven's Everlasting Theme, 
 And Time's foretold, believing dream. 
 Of Faith's Divine, forgiving scheme. 
 
THE SOUL'S ADIEU TO TIME 301 
 
 THE SOUL'S ADIEU TO TIME. 
 
 T^IME, that hath brought us thus far on our way, 
 In bidding us Good-bye asks, as a friend, 
 
 May God be with you to your journey's end ! 
 Always at parting teaching us to pray, 
 
 Be with us, Lord, and give us grace to mend 
 What paths or footsteps we have gone astray, 
 
 And with us henceforth all our steps attend. 
 That we may speak A-Dieu to every day. 
 And give to God our heart and life alway. 
 
 But who to parting Time farewell can say, 
 If, ever careless of the Soul's welfare. 
 We have not watched and kept account in 
 prayer. 
 
 As punctual as the dawn and sunset ray, 
 
 To write for God the ledger of each day. 
 
 For thus, in weal or woe, from thrift or waste. 
 
 We execute a mortage on the past ; 
 
 Farewell or ill is tallied with our time ! 
 
 Alas ! we bind him as our foe, with crime. 
 
 His treasures for our guilty pleasures lending. 
 
 As if we had Eternity for spending ! 
 
302 THE SOUL'S ADIEU TO TIME. 
 
 And what we make of him he makes for us ; 
 
 A flame of fire, an angel, or a friend, — 
 An offered friend betrayed ! What can be worse 
 Than what was given for blessing turned to curse ? 
 Saviour Divine ! be with us and prevent 
 Th' abuse of graces for our glory meant ; 
 Careless or prayerful, months and years make 
 
 haste, 
 Since God that gives requireth all the past, 
 And added moments sum the account at last. 
 
 But thou, dear friend, hast learned a brighter 
 strain, — 
 
 The song of faith and penitential praise, 
 
 Taught by the discipline of prayerful days : 
 The farewell hours, that never come again, 
 Yet live forever in the glad refrain 
 
 Of that sweet story told. Behold, he prays ! 
 
 By Love Divine, to Wisdom's pleasant ways. 
 The wandering sheep brought back to Christ's 
 
 dear fold. 
 With all the lost ones in His book enrolled : 
 There may the record of our names be found, 
 With Eve's and Adam's in Emmanuel's ground. 
 
CHRIST'S BLOOD UPON THE TENTS. 303 
 
 CHRIST'S BLOOD UPON THE HEBREW 
 TENTS. 
 
 A LIVING Temple thus 
 
 In every tent was found, 
 The dwelling-place of God's own love, 
 
 Where angels watched around. 
 The cleansing Blood that saves 
 Was on each threshold seen ; 
 That Death's dark angel might pass by 
 The family within. 
 
 ■And children to their sons, 
 
 Believers in the Lord, 
 Should to their latest race secure 
 
 The promise of His Word ! 
 O Type of Love Divine ! 
 
 God's mercy for the lost ! 
 Eternity alone can prove 
 
 At what a boundless co.st ! 
 
 O bliss beyond all thought ! 
 
 The Paschal Lamb thus slain 
 To intercede for us, that we 
 
 Might never plead in vain ! 
 The Son of God in Heaven 
 
 Repeats our childhood's prayers. 
 That, by the Father's Grace, we all 
 
 Might be with Him Co-Heirs ! 
 
304 SEEK HIS MERCY WHILE VOU MAY. 
 
 SEEK HIS MERCY WHILE YOU MAY. 
 
 /^H, to some lost Soul to say, 
 
 Spirit, seek thy God to-day ! 
 In the name of Jesus pray, 
 Seek His mercy while you may! 
 Till you seek and find His love, 
 Every blessing thrown away, 
 Darkening your horizon round, 
 Till in Jesus you are found. 
 Now begin the work of Love 
 Offered to you from above. 
 From the Cross upon you thrown — 
 The Cross itself a living Crown ; 
 Love, that you may make your own 
 To eternal ages known, 
 Simply by the rude beginner, 
 Jesus died for me, a sinner! 
 If for me, as well for you ! 
 Take the song and make it true ; 
 Then prove it in another's Soul, 
 Thee the Saviour maketh whole ! 
 By the melody of grace. 
 By the power of endless praise, 
 By the example of your faith, 
 Though it were your dying breath, — 
 You, the dying, rude beginner, 
 Jesus died for me, a sinner ! 
 
KING OF NATIONS, KING OF SAINTS. 305 
 
 KING OF NATIONS, KING OF SAINTS. 
 
 "DEHOLD, all ye peoples, the King in His 
 beauty ; 
 Arise from your madness, your fever, your 
 gloom ! 
 Pour forth, in the name of the Saviour of Sinners, 
 The song of all nations raised up from the 
 tomb ! 
 All kingdoms shall praise Him, all races adore 
 Him, 
 From the Sun's morning throne to his seat in 
 the West ; — 
 The incense of Prayer never failing before Him, 
 
 The songs of Eternity calling Him blest. 
 Forever and ever all souls shall adore Him ; 
 Forever and ever the Grown shall remain, 
 By all the Redeemed, with divine adoration. 
 Laid on the dear head of the Lamb that was 
 slain. 
 
 The poor and the needy, delivered, shall love 
 Him ; 
 The Righteous shall flourish, like Palms of the 
 earth ; 
 With riches and peace, as an ocean, all nations. 
 
306 KING OF NA TIONS, KING OF SAINTS. 
 
 Shall bring to His worship their treasures of 
 worth. 
 The handful of corn shall shake as the mountains, 
 Where forests of cedar by tempests are stirred, 
 A blessing shall rest on the rivers and fountains, 
 And the deserts shall bloom as the flowers of 
 the Lord. 
 O Joy of the World, the Desire of all Nations ! 
 
 Appear on Thy throne as the Ancient of Days ! 
 Come now in Thy Love to the Soul's Living 
 Temple, 
 The Lord of all Majesty, Glory, and Praise ! 
 
OUR SUN-DIAL FOR ETERNITY. 307 
 
 OUR SUN-DIAL FOR ETERNITY. 
 
 nPHE lines that on our Dial move 
 
 Are drawn by Jesus' dying Love ; 
 The dawn, the noon, the evening hour. 
 But mark the progress of His power 
 Whose Love doth cause our days to be 
 Bright portals of eternity, 
 Through which our guardian angels wave 
 Their signal banners at the grave. 
 
 Teach me, with meek, submissive mind, 
 And will to Thy dear will resigned. 
 The sorrows of my Lord to share. 
 The yoke of His dear Love to wear, 
 By Faith encouraged to repeat 
 His pleadings at the mercy-seat ; 
 Help me to know the Promise mine, 
 And so fulfil His blest design. 
 
 O God of mercy ! meet me there, 
 Dispel the darkness of Despair ! 
 Though chief of sinners, may I meet 
 My Saviour at the mercy-seat ! 
 Let my soul the pardon see, 
 Writ in Christ's own blood for me ! 
 Show Thy reconciling grace 
 In my Saviour's loving face ! 
 
308 GOD'S SERMON FROM THE LILIES. 
 
 GOD'S SERMON FROM THE LILIES. 
 
 "r\EAR Lord ! the lilies of the field 
 
 Might cure mine unbelief, 
 But Nature's law without Thy Love 
 
 Turns everything to grief. 
 Thy gracious meaning let me learn 
 
 From sunshine, clouds, and rain. 
 And from the hours that bring the stern 
 
 Vicissitudes of pain. 
 
 For Thou must give the eye that sees, 
 
 The meek, attentive mind. 
 The watchfulness of gratitude. 
 
 Or all within is blind. 
 A patient waiting on Thy Love 
 
 Doth every mercy ask. 
 And sweet submissions to work out 
 
 Love's disciplining task. 
 
 Oh let Thy grace within my soul 
 
 In heavenly beauty shine. 
 And make, by Love's supreme control, 
 
 My being wholly Thine ! 
 
LOVE'S MORNING AND EVENING STAR. 309 
 
 LOVE'S MORNING AND EVENING STAR. 
 
 /^H, Love is as the Star of Morn, 
 The rosy radiance of the dawn, 
 
 New-risen upon the soul ; 
 And Love is as the Evening Star, 
 Softly steahng from afar 
 
 The twihght's sweet control. 
 
 More lovely in its modest ray 
 Than all the brilliance of the day, 
 
 The Star that leads us on ; — • 
 The Evening Star, that through the night 
 Proclaims, with sweet prophetic light. 
 
 The Resurrection Morn. 
 
 O Day of Glory ! may thy ray 
 My life illume each rising day. 
 
 And every midnight hour. 
 And scatter from the opening tomb 
 The midnight shroud of doubt and gloom, 
 
 Of sin and death the power ; 
 
 Till He who is our Life appears 
 In majesty of eiidless years, 
 
 Of Faith and Hope the prize ; 
 And in His likeness we assume 
 Our thrones, transported from the tomb, 
 
 Triumphant in the skies. 
 
3.1 Q OH FOR THY LIKEN EiiS, LORD.' 
 
 OH FOR THY LIKENESS, LORD! 
 
 T ORD, could we but reveal Thy glory, 
 
 Ourselves from sin and folly free, 
 And in the doubtful lanes of life 
 
 Remind each wanderer of Thee ; 
 
 This were a Heaven on Earth to be 
 
 So filled with light and life divine, 
 
 That men would crowd in haste to see 
 
 Such bright incarnate glory shine ! 
 
 Like Thee on earth, and so in Heaven, 
 
 Because we see Thee as Thou art, 
 Our pardons sealed, our sins forgiven, 
 
 And Christ's dear image in our heart: 
 The light of Love and Life Divine 
 
 All shining through our bliss, 
 Could all the blest in Heaven design 
 
 Or dream more godlike joy than this? 
 
 Oh to be like Thee as Thou art. 
 
 On earth from human folly free, 
 As thine Ambassador to teach 
 
 Of holiness the mysteiy ; 
 Calling the dead in sin to rise, 
 
 And find eternal Life in Thee. 
 What else were this but Paradise, 
 
 Inhabiting Eternity! 
 
THE DEWS OF CHRIST'S YOUTH. 31 1 
 
 THE DEWS OF CHRIST'S YOUTH. 
 
 "LJ APPY for you, in Life's young fairy morning, 
 To have received, through Love's maternal 
 warning. 
 The blessed heirship of your promised Home, 
 With holy teachings of that heaven to come, 
 And visions of the Angel-trodden stairs, 
 With Jacob's pilgrimage and wrestling prayers; 
 And many a shield from sin's attractive snares. 
 By earliest hymns deep planted in the heart ; — 
 Divine fruition of God's promise, bearing 
 Such endless joys of gratitude and glory, 
 Increasing through eternities of years ! 
 
 The Cross, the Crown, your infinite delight; 
 In memory of your Saviour's endless story. 
 The morning's radiance, and the sunset bright. 
 Each evening's starry maze of splendors showing 
 The glorious mansions of the Saints in Light ! 
 
 For, in God's wondrous mercy, even so 
 Our peaceful nightly slumbering visions show 
 To what bright realms in yonder heaven we go. 
 By Love protected from the world of woe ! 
 
 Ye dearest little ones, come all to Me, 
 For I your endless happiness shall be, 
 In every world where you My glory see. 
 Bearing My likeness through eternity ! 
 
312 LET NO MAN TAKE THY CROWN. 
 
 LET NO MAN TAKE THY CROWN. 
 
 TZTMPLOYED for God,— 'tis all I want 
 
 For life ajid bliss forever ! 
 Give but the grace for this sweet work, 
 And strength for the endeavor I 
 
 Give but the heart all filled with Love, 
 The Love of Christ impelling, 
 
 And I of blessedness am sure, 
 Wherever be my dwelling. 
 
 If I have learned to make Thy work, 
 
 O God ! my daily treasure, 
 'Tis better than ten thousand realms 
 
 Of boundless power and pleasure. 
 
 And when I find Thy holy will 
 Supreme through all my nature, 
 
 I know it is the gracious work 
 Of my Divine Creator. 
 
 O happy soul whom Christ's own grace 
 In God's dear love is keeping ! 
 
 O happy whom the years' increase 
 To His abode is sweeping! 
 
 May all mankind possess th' estate 
 And take the crown of winners ; 
 
LET NO MAN TAKE THY CROWN. 313 
 
 Let me but hear the welcome word, 
 Here comes the chief of sinners. 
 
 I'd rather at the eleventh hour 
 
 Teach one of Christ's Hosannas, 
 Than keep the array, or hold the power 
 
 Of armed hosts with banners. 
 
 Give but commission from my Lord 
 
 To call one soul to glory, 
 I'd gladly run a million years 
 
 To tell Redemption's Story. 
 
 If but the longing Thou implant, 
 
 And zeal for such endeavor, 
 Lord, this shall be my cup of bliss, 
 
 Forever and forever ! 
 
 Through worlds below and realms above 
 
 I'll tell, forgotten never. 
 The story of my Saviour's love 
 
 Forever and forever ! 
 
314 THE JO V OF REAPERS. 
 
 THE JOY OF REAPERS, AT THE 
 HARVEST HOME. 
 
 T^EAR Lord, I cry for mercy; 
 
 Oh let my prayer be heard ; 
 Make me a faithful messenger 
 
 Of Thy most Blessed Word ! 
 Might I but bring one sinner 
 
 To learn Salvation's Way, 
 And thus become the Guide of some, 
 
 Long gone from Thee astray, — 
 Then at the primal Harvest Home 
 
 My joy would be so great 
 That it would take Eternity 
 
 The wonder to relate. 
 Oh thus to be employed for God, 
 
 His mercy to proclaim, 
 And tell to all the lost on earth 
 
 The glory of Thy name ! 
 A brighter crown no soul could wear, 
 
 The gift of Thy dear Love, 
 Than such Redeeming grace to share 
 
 With all thy Saints above. 
 Oh Heaven will be God's universe. 
 
 Such glorious hosts to see, 
 And countless seraphim disclosed. 
 
 Of those that worshipped Thee ! 
 
CONSECRATION TO CHRIST. 315 
 
 CONSECRATION TO CHRIST. 
 
 A /r ERCY, mercy, Lord, for me ! 
 Oh let mine Thy service be, 
 Now and through Eternity, 
 By constraining love a free 
 Consecration unto Thee. 
 Mercy, Lord, is all my hope, 
 Thy wondrous love to take me up. 
 Redeemed from guilt and hell's despair. 
 Resting on my Saviour's prayer. 
 Thy dear mercy unto me. 
 Though I the chief of sinners be, 
 Infinitude of Love profound ! 
 Boundless and amazing grace ! 
 Kept for the vision of Thy Face, 
 In my Redeemer's righteousness ! 
 At Thy feet, O Lord, I fall. 
 For Thou art my all in all ; 
 And in me this Life Divine 
 Shall show the world that I am Thine, 
 While I hear Thy mercy say, 
 Strength shall be equal to thy day. 
 Faith given thee so to praise and pray ; 
 His glory thy divine array ; 
 His Word the Holy Spirit's guide, 
 Within thy heart and by thy side, 
 
3l6 CONSECRATION TO CHRIST. 
 
 To keep thee on thy Pilgrim Way; 
 
 The Shepherd's Crook and Staff divining, 
 
 And His grace thy soul refining, 
 
 That thou mayst His love obey ; 
 
 And His blessed Words discerning, 
 
 Starry orbs forever burning, 
 
 With thee, for thee, day and night, 
 
 Never more to walk in darkness, 
 
 But with Jesus in the light, 
 
 Heaven before thy raptured sight ! 
 
IN GOD OUR REST. p7 
 
 IN GOD OUR REST. 
 
 r\ LORD, My God ! in Thee I rest, 
 
 My doubt and darkness gone, 
 And in Thy Love, forever blest, 
 
 My soul shall travel on ! 
 No more shall guilty unbelief 
 
 Intrude within my heart : 
 No more this hopeless, withering grief 
 
 My soul from Jesus part ! 
 
 He ever lives, my Light, my Love, 
 
 Who died and rose for me ; 
 And now, His grace, all joy above, 
 
 I just begin to see ! 
 My Lord and God, my Life, my Light, 
 
 My Saviour, all Divine ! 
 How dear, how infinitely bright 
 
 Thy wondrous glories shine ! 
 I see Thee risen from the grave, 
 
 Thy Face Divine I see. 
 None but Almighty Grace could save 
 
 A sinner such as me ! 
 
 Thus I before the Throne of God 
 His likeness shall retain, 
 
My SOUL BELONGS TO THEE. 
 
 MY SOUL BELONGS TO THEE. 
 
 T^HY mercy is above the heavens, 
 Above the clouds Thy truth ; 
 And Thou wilt give the soul that prays 
 
 The sweet dew of Thy youth. 
 Be merciful to me, O God ! 
 
 My soul in Thee doth trust. 
 Beneath the shelter of Thy wings 
 
 I'll never fear the worst. 
 
 For Thou hast given to me the best, 
 
 Thy name to sing and praise, 
 And in Thy Love forever rest, 
 
 To serve Thee all my days. 
 My Saviour from the sins of youth, 
 
 To Thee my soul doth fly 
 For refuge from the death of sin. 
 
 Through all eternity. 
 And so in life and death, in Thee, 
 
 On earth, in heaven most high. 
 My sweetest joy shall be 
 
 Thy name to glorify. 
 
 O Joy of Heaven ! What grace, what Love, 
 
 That I should see its light ! 
 Though once a madman, travelling swift 
 
 To everlasting night ! 
 
MV SOUL BELONGS TO THEE. 321 
 
 Lord Jesus, keep me while I live, 
 
 No more from Thee to stray. 
 But dwell forever in Thy Light, 
 
 Mine everlasting day. 
 Thy righteousness my heavenly robe, 
 
 Thy Life, Thy Truth, Thy Way, 
 The glory of Thy holiness. 
 
 My soul's divine array. 
 
322 THE SPIRIT OF PRAYER. 
 
 THE SPIRIT OF PRAYER, OUR EARNEST 
 OF HEAVEN. 
 
 f~\ THE Spirit of Prayer, the sweet Spirit of 
 Prayer ! 
 'Tis the key that unlocks the Kingdom of 
 Heaven, 
 To the faith of each penitent prodigal given, 
 The clear shining seal of his pardon revealing, 
 And Paradise angels to welcome him there. 
 
 O the Spirit of Prayer, the sweet Spirit of Prayer ! 
 Precious gift of the Comforter, Christ interced- 
 ing; 
 His love at the Mercy-Seat promised to all ; 
 With His own dying words for the sinner still 
 pleading. 
 Dispelling the tempest of sin and despair. 
 
 O the Spirit of Prayer, the sweet Spirit of Prayer ! 
 
 How it lifts up the soul, at the Mercy-Seat 
 kneeling. 
 In the hour of temptation and trouble and care, 
 
 The infinite Love of the Saviour revealing. 
 The gift of God's Mercy-Seat, jESUS IS there! 
 
 The wings of His cherubim over thee hover, 
 And the boundless compassion of Jesus dis- 
 cover ; 
 
THE SPIRIT OF PRAYER. 323 
 
 And the clouds and the darkness are fled from 
 
 thy soul, 
 Through faith in the name of thy merciful 
 
 Saviour, 
 Whose rainbows of glory are making thee whole. 
 
 'Tis the lesson of Faith, the sweet Spirit of Prayer ! 
 
 The wings of God's Seraphim cover thee kneel- 
 ing- 
 'Tis the voice of God's Covenant, NEVER DESPAIR, 
 
 The bhss of His own lovingkindness revealing, 
 And the plea of thy Saviour OMNIPOTENT THERE. 
 
 O the Spirit of Prayer ! 'Tis the voice of God's 
 Son, 
 The Gift for the soul in Gethsemane won ; 
 In His own blissful likeness forever to rest : 
 
 And the whispers of angels around thee are 
 
 stealing, 
 Heaven's accents of gratitude softly revealing 
 From earth wafted up to the HOME OF THE BLEST. 
 
 Where the guardian angels each other are greeting, 
 Foreseen, all the joys of the Harvest-Home 
 Meeting, 
 Assurance of Faith in God's promised salvation 
 For all who believed in Christ's dying com- 
 passion, 
 " When I Come in My Kingdom, then thou 
 
 SHALT be there," 
 
324 CHILDHOOD'S MORNING. 
 
 CHILDHOOD'S MORNING, CHRIST'S 
 ADORNING. 
 
 "\yl rnO would not always be at school 
 
 Where Love Divine is still the Rule ? 
 The leaves of Love are children's play, 
 As flowers are Nature's Holy Day. 
 Oh sweetness of the Morning Hour ! 
 Were life all moulded by its Power, 
 We folded in the dawn should be, 
 Nor wish for wings away to flee ! 
 
 Touched with such Light, by Grace Divine, 
 What miniatures of glory shine ! 
 The playmates of each village green. 
 Angelic youths of Heaven foreseen : 
 Such children would we be forever ! 
 From the Lord's fold to wander, never! 
 Content in childhood's Morn to stay, 
 New lessons learning every day ! 
 
 But every day Christ's Loving Rule 
 Hastens our progress from the school : 
 Always the Grace of our Lord's Love 
 Preparing for our last remove ! 
 And when we to that World repair. 
 The Home of all that's bright and fair, 
 
CHILDHOOD- S MORNING. 325 
 
 The angels to our graves may come, 
 And plant God's lilies round the tomb ! 
 
 Then at the Resurrection Morn, 
 In the bright opening of the Dawn, 
 The fragrance of the sod may show, 
 Where flowers for transportation grow ; 
 And in the Holy City's street. 
 The song of Love will we repeat ; 
 The earliest taught in Jesus' name. 
 The Song of Moses and the Lamb ! 
 
326 CHRIST S PREACHER J A DECAPOLIS. 
 
 CHRIST'S PREACHER IN DECAPOLIS. 
 
 r\ SWEETER than Music's ecstatic enchant- 
 ment, 
 
 Oh dear as the sun to one bhnd from his birth, 
 The Light of the Lord's new-creating compassion, 
 
 The voice of a Saviour forgiving on earth ! 
 Sitting low at the feet of his Merciful Healer, 
 
 Extinguished insanity's fire in the soul, 
 In calmness of reason, with loving emotion. 
 
 Who knoweth the joy of the sinner made whole ! 
 
 Oh could he but stay with his Saviour forever ! 
 
 No more of sin's ravaging demons afraid. 
 But rest in the light of His smile, as the angels. 
 
 And never more wander again with the dead ! 
 But higher than Heaven the glory baptizing 
 
 A sinner forgiven to work for his Lord, 
 And carry the tidings, through danger and ruin. 
 
 For others to trust in His life-giving Word ! 
 
 The song of the healing shall echo before thee. 
 The sound of the King in His love passing by; 
 
 No more shall men perish before the Destroyer, 
 Nor the wounded lie down in the desert to die! 
 
CHRIST'S PREACHER IN DECAF OLIS. ; 
 
 Now, freed from the bondage of hell and destr 
 tion, 
 
 Fly forth to the comfort of all in distress ; 
 And tell, for the rescue of lost dying sinners. 
 
 His all-healing mercy and pardoning grace ! 
 
 By the light of the face of the Lord of such glo 
 With the flames of his love kindled up in t 
 heart, 
 
 Go, tell in Decapolis Jesus' sweet story, 
 
 Fly swiftly the Life of such Love to impart ! 
 
328 ALIVE TO GOD ILTERXALLY. 
 
 ALIVE TO GOD ETERNALLY. 
 
 f~\ FOR the reign of Heavenly Peace! 
 Lord, bid my angry passions cease. 
 Speak to the tempest, and control 
 The strife of sin within my soul. 
 The darkness and the guilt dispel. 
 Such passions sweeping down to hell, — 
 The clouds of envy, malice, pride, 
 That turn the lights of heaven aside. 
 Oh let my nature wholly be 
 Absorbed in Love Divine through Thee, 
 O Lamb of God, dying for me, 
 My bliss through all Eternity. 
 O thus may I in Jesus rest, 
 His Love Divine within my breast, 
 My every thought by Him possest ; 
 My dreams by night, my plans by day. 
 And every turning of my way, 
 Whate'er I think, or do, or say. 
 Be Thou in every wish supreme. 
 Inspiring each unconscious dream ; 
 That morning, noon, and night may be 
 The same sweet Paradise for me. 
 Of radiant Life and Light in Thee ; 
 
THE LIFE OF LOVE DIVINE ON EARTH. 329 
 
 That, crucified to self, and dead. 
 But made alive in Christ, my Head, 
 I dead indeed to sin may be, 
 Alive to God eternally. 
 
 THE LIFE OF LOVE DIVINE ON EARTH. 
 
 T^EAR Lord ! to live this life of Love, 
 Shall bring us all to heaven above. 
 Our souls, renewed by Thy blest Word, 
 The voice of our Incarnate God, 
 Shall then behold Thy blissful Face, 
 In us reflected by such grace ; 
 Thine own indwelling makes our heaven ; 
 And fitness for Thy Presence there, 
 By thine own gracious Spirit given. 
 Alone can save us from despair. 
 Alone can make us fit to shine 
 In likeness of such Love divine. 
 Thy love can make a heaven on earth, 
 The treasure of eternal worth. 
 Thy life below of perfect Love 
 Is that which makes our Heaven above ; 
 O Power divine, with Love's control 
 Bind every impulse of my soul. 
 And by the bhss of sins forgiven 
 Make known the certainty of heaven ! 
 
330 THE DEATH OF CHRIST. 
 
 'HE DEATH OF CHRIST OUR ONU 
 PLEA. 
 
 C^ OD, my Redeemer, set me free 
 In Heaven's Eternal liberty ! 
 Teach me to trust alone in Thee. 
 God, my Redeemer, Thou art nigh, 
 From sin and death to Thee I fly. 
 Oh, rescue me from guilt and pain. 
 Never to make this world my gain. 
 Jesus, my Life, my Love, my all. 
 On Thee at Thy dear cross I call. 
 Thy dying grace my only plea, 
 Thy latest prayer to God for me. 
 That all my sins forgiven might be. 
 God's only Son, the Crucified, 
 The Lamb of God for me hath died, 
 That all my guilt might be forgiven, 
 And I His saint be found in heaven ; 
 An outcast once, but now Love's crown, 
 Through the Eternal ages known ! 
 
BLOSSOMING AND BEARING FRUIT. 331 
 
 BLOSSOMING AND BEARING FRUIT. 
 
 T N a world so full of beauty, 
 
 Why am I a barren thing ? 
 By the Law of Truth and Duty, 
 
 I too should be blossoming. 
 Every flower fulfils the season 
 
 Of its natural pursuit ; 
 By the right of useful reason 
 
 I too should be bearing fruit. 
 
 Fruit for whom but Him who made me, 
 
 For the joy of Life Divine, 
 For the glory of my Saviour, 
 
 Through Eternity to shine. 
 Such the Law, the Life, the Reason, 
 
 Of mine immortality ; 
 Such the seed, the fruit, the season, 
 
 For perfection, given to me. 
 Oh Thou Merciful Creator! 
 
 Of a treasure so divine. 
 Take me, love me, new create me, 
 
 Seed and fruit forever Thine ! 
 
332 
 
 NOT AS I WILL, BUT THOU. 
 
 NOT AS I WILL, BUT THOU. 
 
 1~^EAR Saviour, as Thou wilt ! 
 
 To Thee I all resign, 
 Thy precious blood, so freely spilt, 
 
 Thy Mercy all divine ! 
 Thy Will Ts only Love 
 
 To me and all mankind. 
 Oh let me not an ingrate prove, 
 
 But peace and pardon find. 
 
 For such amazing grace 
 
 Eternal thanks I'll bring, 
 And with immortal choirs of saints 
 
 My Saviour's praises sing. 
 The Love that lasts is Love that grows, 
 
 Nor ever end nor limit knows, 
 But Life that consecrates each hour. 
 
 And from the rose-bud to the rose, 
 The sweet perfections of the flower. 
 
 In full meridian disclose ; 
 The shinings of Eternal Power, 
 
 The Fount whence every blessing flows! 
 
THE EVENING STAR, LOVE'S EMBLEM. 33: 
 
 THE EVENING STAR, LOVE'S EMBLEM. 
 
 f~\ LOVE is like the Evening Star, 
 
 That leads a thousand angels forth, 
 With light and glory from afar. 
 To watch and wait upon the earth, 
 For Pilgrims of Celestial birth. 
 To guide their way to brighter skies, 
 Where planets more ethereal rise. 
 And firmaments with glory filled. 
 From all Eternity revealed. 
 Sound forth the Universal Hymn 
 Of peace on Earth, Good-will to Man, 
 And Glory to our God on High, 
 In Bethlehem born, for man to die! 
 Now Truth and Mercy kiss each other. 
 And Righteousness and Peace together, 
 Beneath the Mercy-seat descending. 
 To all Eternity are blending, 
 Upon the Son of God attending. 
 So, Love is as the Evening Star. 
 With light and glory from afar, , 
 And when the shades of evening fall. 
 And twilight softly veils the scene, 
 The voices of the Spirit call, 
 With harmonies of praise serene, 
 
334 THE EVENING STAR, LOVE'S EMBLEM. 
 
 And Hope, with Faith's all-conquering shield, 
 
 In the soft lustre shines revealed. 
 
 Where Holy Mercy still presides, 
 
 And Love the panoply provides, 
 
 To quench the dread blaspheming darts, 
 
 Aimed at believers' contrite hearts. 
 
 The God of Nature and of Grace 
 
 Appears in Jesus' glorious Face, 
 
 Where all celestial lights combine 
 
 In unity of Love divine ! 
 
 Such promises of blessing meet, 
 
 Each suppliant at the Mercy-seat ! 
 
 Oh Love divine, still keep me there. 
 
 From the dread gloom of hell's despair, 
 
 Save in the power of Christ's own prayer ! 
 
 Him prostrate in Gethsemane I see. 
 
 Who in His dying anguish prayed for me! 
 
 " Father, forgive !" forever shall prevail. 
 
 And not the humblest sight of Faith shall fail ! 
 
 Oh with what bliss is that assurance fraught. 
 
 When Jesus looked upon the terrors wrought. 
 
 And prayed for Peter, that his faith fail not ! 
 
LAMB OF GOD, THY LOVE IMPART. 335 
 
 O LAMB OF GOD, THY LOVE IMPART. 
 
 A UTHOR and Finisher of Faith ! 
 
 What thanks I owe, what grateful praise. 
 That I may freely ask of Thee 
 The gift of such amazing grace. 
 
 Thou only source of life and light, 
 Sole Fountain of Eternal Love ! 
 
 Help Thou mine unbelief, and fit 
 My soul for such a heaven above. 
 
 If Thou within my heart wilt dwell, 
 And make me Thy divine abode, 
 
 Then by this sign I know full well 
 That I shall dwell with Thee in God. 
 
 hope divine ! O boundless grace ! 
 
 To such a sinful soul express'd, 
 That I, even I, may see Thy Face, 
 
 And in Thy likeness stand confess'd ! 
 
 O Son of God ! Thy filial heart 
 The Spirit of faith in me create, 
 
 O Lamb of God, Thy love impart, 
 And at Thy bidding let me wait. 
 
336 NO CROSS, NO CROWN. 
 
 NO CROSS, NO CROWN. 
 
 r~\ LAMB of God, whose precious blood 
 
 Makes such a treasure mine. 
 And weaves the Christmas Robe with which 
 
 I may in glory shine, 
 Because Thy birth and death have crowned 
 
 My citizenship in heaven, 
 And with such love forever bound 
 
 A sinner so forgiven ! 
 
 Shall not my soul forever breathe 
 
 In Love Divine Thy name ? 
 And sing the Everlasting Song 
 
 Of Moses and the Lamb ? 
 Thou v/ilt remove the deepest gloom 
 
 From my despairing mind ; 
 Then let me not impatient be, 
 
 But to Thy will resigned. 
 
 Beyond the darkness of the tomb 
 
 I shall in glory shine ; 
 God is my Refuge and my Home, 
 
 For Christ Himself is mine. 
 So give me, Blessed Lord, this grace 
 
 On Thy dear love to wait, 
 
NO CROSS, NO CROWN. 
 
 Till Thou shalt open wide for me 
 
 Assured 'tis not too late, 
 Thy Love to know, Thy welcome hear, 
 
 And enter Mercy's Gate ! 
 
 Till Thou prepare my soul to bear 
 
 The joy of mine estate ; 
 And from such guilt forever there, 
 
 Such boundless Love narrate 
 That countless millions could redeem 
 
 From their deserved fate, 
 In heaven the monuments to be 
 
 Of pardoning grace so great, 
 
 That only God's Eternity 
 
 Could measure or conceive 
 For mortal and created minds 
 (Gethsemane and Calvary) 
 
 To witness and believe ! 
 And when the Crucified shall come. 
 
 The Crown of Faith receive ! 
 Lord, help our hearts to Thee the praise 
 
 Of all such faith to give ! 
 Who couldst from such dread unbelief. 
 
 Our dying souls restore. 
 And raise us up to know in heaven 
 
 Thy Love for evermore ! 
 
338 THE GLORY OF CHRIST S PRESENCE. 
 
 THE GLORY OF CHRIST'S PRESENCE. 
 
 A /[ Y God ! Thy presence with delight 
 
 My daily life doth fill ; 
 The source of all my happiness, 
 My shield from every ill ! 
 
 For every day, each hasty hour, 
 
 Thy loving grace I see ; 
 Oh never, never, never more, 
 
 Let me depart from Thee. 
 
 If aught of blessedness I know, 
 
 It is Thy gift alone. 
 And if I offer aught to Thee 
 
 I give Thee but Thine own. 
 
 From day to night, from night to dawn, 
 
 Thy mercy is my guide ; 
 I never can be far from Thee, 
 
 But in Thy love abide. 
 
 Out of the depths Icry to Thee, 
 And wait Thy word from heaven, 
 
 More than they watch the morning light. 
 By storm and tempest driven. 
 
 Oh Thou, my Life, my Light, my All ! 
 
 Still keep, as heretofore, 
 My going forth, my coming in. 
 
 Now and for evermore. 
 
THE CHILD'S SPRING SONG. 339 
 
 THE CHILD'S SPRING SONG. 
 
 nPHE grass is springing, the birds are singing 
 
 How do ? How do ? How do ? 
 The buds they open, and blossoms answer 
 
 And you ? And you ? And you ? 
 The blossoms are coming, the buds are open. 
 
 And oh, how sweet they smile on you ! 
 The violets blue, to lovers true. 
 The cowslips golden, the hare-bells purple, 
 The kiss-me-jennies, for me and you ! 
 The grass is springing, the birds are singing, 
 
 'Tis true ! 'Tis true ! 'Tis true ! 
 
 Take Nature at her word, and come. 
 As if the roses were your home. 
 And honey-cups were made for you 
 To drink the sweetest morning dew. 
 Come forth and fill your little fist 
 With May-flowers that the sun hath kist, 
 And by such kisses waked to see 
 How they could fill your heart with glee 
 To listen to their melody ! 
 
34° 
 
 LOVE DIVINE. 
 
 LOVE DIVINE. 
 
 (~\ LOVE Divine ! How blest its power, 
 From childhood to the dying hour! 
 What so omnipotent as Love ! 
 All power, all Majesty above ! 
 The cedars of the earth it breaks. 
 The mountains to their base it shakes; 
 It sets the distant orbs aflame. 
 In adoration of His name, 
 Who from Eternity afar, 
 Kindled with ecstasy each star ! 
 It calms the anguish of the mind. 
 In sweet submissive peace resigned ; 
 Forbears the injuries of years, 
 Arrests the drops of falling tears. 
 It heals the wounds of deep remorse, 
 And guilt deprives of all its force ; 
 It turns old age to infancy. 
 And manhood into boyish glee ; 
 Fills maidens sweet as breath of June 
 When clouds sweep past the silent moon. 
 With thoughts that rise, distinct and clear. 
 From the deep heaven of souls sincere. 
 
CREATED AND KEPT FOR GOD. 341 
 
 THE SOUL CREATED AND KEPT FOR 
 GOD. 
 
 T F Thou but make me wholly Thine, 
 What can I think or ask for more ? 
 If Thou art mine, and I am Thine, 
 
 In Faith, and Hope, and Love Divine — 
 If all these graces sweetly shine, 
 
 As Christ on earth their pattern gave, 
 And rose, Death's Conqueror, from the grave. 
 
 His righteousness in Heaven shall be 
 Transfigured through such grace in me, 
 
 From all my guilt forever free, 
 To wear in such blest liberty. 
 
 His image through Eternity. 
 So bright the justice of His Laws, 
 
 His dying Love my righteous cause, 
 To plead before His Father's throne 
 
 With intercessions not mine own. 
 But only by His Spirit breathed. 
 
 For such as in His Death believed: 
 Taking the chief of sinners' place — - 
 
 The Sacrificial Lamb, to trace, 
 For contrite hearts, the heavenly road 
 Of pardoning mercy up to God ! 
 
342 THE LAMB OF COD. 
 
 THE LAMB OF GOD THAT TAKETH 
 AWAY THE SINS OF THE WORLD! 
 
 r\ WONDROUS Mystery of Grace, 
 
 Not to be wrought again ! 
 That \, before the throne of God, 
 
 His likeness may retain ! 
 And faultless, through atoning blood, 
 
 Forever thus remain ! 
 
 O wondrous plan of mercy wrought. 
 
 Salvation so divine ! 
 By such exceeding mercy brought. 
 
 For such a heart as mine ! 
 No more to leave my God, my Heaven, 
 
 But there forever dwell ; 
 The chief of sinners thus forgiven, 
 
 Redeemed from death and hell ! 
 Henceforth, no other claim but Thine 
 
 My constant life shall wear. 
 And by no other name be known, 
 
 But Mercy in Despair ! 
 
 A life beyond the grave mine own. 
 
 The crown of Christ to wear ; 
 So I to Thee my soul resign, 
 My God, my God, forever Thine, 
 
 Almighty thus to save. 
 
THE LAMB OF GOD. 343 
 
 Descending to the grave ! 
 Lord, save me from myself ! 
 
 Deliver me from pride, 
 And in the ocean of Thy Love, 
 
 My sins and follies hide ! 
 
 My soul is as a field 
 
 Ploughed deep with Satan's care, 
 And through its furrows Satan drives 
 
 The harrows of Despair ! 
 But, Lord, the field is Thine, 
 
 And only loaned to me. 
 By Thy sweet grace, to make it shine, 
 
 A garden dear to Thee ! 
 
 Oh take me as Thine own. 
 
 From sin and folly free ; 
 And with its fruit it shall be known, 
 
 All wrought by Love for Thee ! 
 Oh with such work for my dear Lord, 
 
 How blessed I shall be ! 
 Of all Thy Mercies ever known. 
 
 The greatest Mystery ! 
 That Thou couldst bear me as Thine own, 
 
 From all transgression free, 
 The pardoned of all ages known 
 Thy prisoner to be ! 
 
344 FHAY WITHOUT CEASING. 
 
 PRAY WITHOUT CEASING. 
 
 "pr VENING and morning and at noon, 
 
 My God, to Thee I pray! 
 Oh may Thy Spirit thus inspire 
 
 And teach me what to say ! 
 For morn and eve, midnight and dawn 
 
 Are all alike to Thee : 
 Oh let Thy Presence fill my soul. 
 
 Wherever I may be ! 
 So may. my brief existence here, 
 
 By Thy good Spirit given, 
 A reflex image be, of those 
 
 Who worship Thee in Heaven ! 
 A wounded, bruised, and broken heart, 
 
 O God, to Thee I bring ! 
 Oh for the grace to quench my thirst 
 
 At Love's Eternal Spring ! 
 Partaker of Thy holiness may I forever be, 
 
 By all Thy discipline of grace 
 And mercy wrought in me ! 
 
 Forgiving mercy, boundless grace ! 
 By chastening out of deep distress. 
 
 To bring my soul to Thee ! 
 Father of Lights, whose grace we seek. 
 
 Grant us the wisdom of Thy Word, 
 
PRAY WITHOUT CEASING. 345 
 
 That so we may with freedom speak, 
 
 The glory of our risen Lord ; 
 The perfect Law of Liberty, 
 
 The covenant in Jesus' blood ! 
 Father ! I fall before Thy throne, 
 
 And Jesus' love I fain would plead! 
 Oh leave me never more alone. 
 
 But save me in the hour of need. 
 And at the fountain of Thy grace 
 
 Thy favor give my heart a place. 
 So may Christ's cleansing blood control 
 
 The mortal anguish of my soul. 
 
 Oh speak the word that bids sin cease ! 
 
 Oh give the faith that may release. 
 
 And let me, pardoned, go in peace ! 
 
 I cannot live without Thy Light, 
 
 Cast out and banished from Thy sight ! 
 
 Oh bring, by Christ's atoning blood, 
 
 The dying sinner back to God ! 
 
 I bless Thee for this precious prayer: 
 
 May it but find acceptance there. 
 
 Delivering me from dread despair. 
 
 My Saviour's dying love to plead, 
 
 And with calm faith to intercede. 
 
 Then, even in my dying hour. 
 
 Thou shalt be Light and Love and Power, 
 
 And Mercy raising me to Heaven, 
 
 The chief of sinners, so forgiven ! 
 
346 " WITH CHRIST TV GOD^ 
 
 "WITH CHRIST IN GOD." 
 
 " Vy ITH Christ in God ! " Eternal Life ! 
 How wondrous ! How divine ! 
 Each letter of this blessed text 
 
 Doth with God's glory shine! 
 Dear child, be quiet with thy God ! 
 
 He never can forsake 
 His own unceasing precious work, 
 
 Nor leave it to mistake. 
 His loving kindness He'll command 
 
 By day, and all the night ; 
 His song shall be thy saving health, 
 
 His Love thy soul's delight! 
 Who kindled in thy restless soul 
 
 This sacred heavenly fire? 
 Who bade thy longing spirit burn 
 
 With such supreme desire? 
 If thou commit thy life to Christ, 
 
 It will be found in God ; 
 In His eternal sunshine wrought, 
 
 By His enduring Word ! 
 O day divine ! O glorious Power ! 
 
 Lord, give my soul to know 
 Some sure foreshining of this grace, 
 
 While struggling here below ; — 
 
" WITH CHRIST IN GOD:' 347 
 
 For now, alas, sin's rising gloom 
 
 So oft beclouds my dawn, 
 That I am at a loss to tell 
 
 The midnight from the morn .' 
 Oh let me hear Thy voice again, 
 
 Still walking on the sea ; 
 No more I'll fear, no more refrain 
 
 From following after Thee ! 
 The entering of Thy Love in me 
 
 Shall be my soul's desire ; 
 And every power of heart and mind 
 
 With this bright flame on fire I 
 
348 BY LOVE DI VINE REDEEMED FROM SIN. 
 
 BY LOVE DIVINE REDEEMED FROM 
 SIN. 
 
 THROUGH I the chief of sinners be, 
 
 Yet, Lord, my God ! I fly to Thee! 
 From Death and hell to set me free, 
 Because so vile and lost I be. 
 Oh help me to believe in Thee, 
 Because my Saviour died for me ! 
 And while I live and breathe on earth, 
 Oh let it be a second birth, 
 New-born by Thy Creative Power, 
 Which could to Life and bliss restore, 
 A soul condemned to death before ; 
 To live and love for evermore. 
 With the Angelic hosts above. 
 Him who for me the crown of thorns 
 And Death by Crucifixion bore, 
 And hate and scorn and misery, wore ; 
 That I, by Grace Divine set free 
 From sin, might only live for Thee, 
 To sing through all eternity. 
 The song of Moses and the Lamb, 
 The Virgin's Hymn at Jesus' birth. 
 Her Babe's soft lullaby on earth, 
 Glory to God ! Good-will to men. 
 
BY LOVE Dl VINE REDEEMED FROM SIN. 349 
 
 And Heaven's First Paradise again ! 
 
 As Thou didst give Thy life for me, 
 
 Lord, I return the gift to Thee ! 
 
 By wondrous power of grace set free, 
 
 Nothing I bring Thee of mine own,- — 
 
 All is the grace of Thy design. 
 
 The boundless gift of Love Divine 
 
 Through all Eternity foreknown; 
 
 The work of such amazing Love, 
 
 All measurement of thought above : 
 
 Would God I could its grace fulfil, 
 
 Such Love unknown, such mystery still, 
 
 The mystery of Godliness ! 
 
 O Love Divine, constraining Love, 
 
 To leave His Father's glorious Throne, 
 
 And from angelic worlds come down ! 
 
 A manger for His cradle bed, 
 
 Nor place elsewhere to lay His head — 
 
 That from hell's centre to the sea 
 
 Men might in Heaven's effulgence be, 
 
 And from their sins forever free 
 
 Enjoy Angelic Liberty. 
 
 Oh, as a dove my heart to Thee 
 
 From storm and tempest. Lord, would flee. 
 
 Thou wilt not leave in guilt's Despair 
 
 The soul that seeks Thy grace in Prayer! 
 
 Oh then in Mercy keep me there. 
 
 With humble penitential care, 
 
 Thy yoke, so easy, Lord, to wear. 
 
35° BY LO VF DIVINE REDEEMED FROM SIN. 
 
 Thy burden such a bliss to bear : 
 Then, if Thou give the power of Faith, 
 Thou wilt receive my parting breath ; 
 A blissful Life to live with Thee, 
 
 Inhabiting Eternity ! 
 O God ! that such my death may be ! 
 Eternal blessedness to see 
 With endless gratitude to Thee! 
 
CHRIST'S LIFE ON EARTH. 351 
 
 CHRIST'S LIFE ON EARTH, OUR BLISS 
 IN HEAVEN. 
 
 A/T Y thoughts are but the smoking flax, 
 
 The smoke is all I see ; 
 But Thou canst light the flame of Love 
 Ascending up to Thee! 
 
 My Saviour ! up to Thee ! 
 
 Oh daily make my heart and Life, 
 
 A whole burnt-offering given, 
 Accordant with Thy sweet command, 
 
 And typical of Heaven ! 
 Where Jesus reigns o'er souls that love, 
 For Jesus' Love is Heaven ! 
 
 My daily duties then shall prove 
 
 A Holocaust Divine, — 
 The elements — -of grateful Love — 
 
 The fire forever Thine: 
 Each penitential gift of Grace, 
 An offering how divine ! 
 
3S2 CHRIST'S LIFE ON EARTH. 
 
 Search me, O Lord, and know my heart ! 
 Try me, and know my thought ! 
 
 And lead me in that Way of Love 
 By my Redeemer taught — 
 For me on Calvary wrought ! 
 With Jesus' Mercy fraught ! 
 
 So shall I walk, as He doth please, 
 With Jesus in the Light, 
 
 And every foot-fall of my Life 
 Be with His Presence bright ! 
 
 This Earth a Paradise begun, 
 Christ's Presence, day and night, 
 
 The angels down from Paradise, 
 Each other to invite ! 
 
'"JVi- /.- BE NOT afraid:' 
 
 'TIS I: BE NOT AFRAID." 
 
 WHEN gloomy night and storm appear, 
 O Lord, my sun, my shade, 
 How sweet thy loving voice to hear, , 
 
 " 'T is I : be not afraid." 
 
 When painful sickness wastes my strength, 
 
 And fears of death invade, 
 Oh the sweet mercy of that word, 
 
 " 'T is I : be not afraid." 
 
 Lord, give me this divine delight. 
 
 Who for us all hast prayed. 
 To hear thy voice, by day, by night, 
 
 " 'T is I : be not afraid." 
 
 Oh, come in rainbow or in storm, 
 
 Whatever love hath said, 
 I '11 welcome thee, and trust thy word, 
 
 " 'T is I : be not afraid." 
 
354 "'TIS I.- BE NOT AFRAID^ 
 
 Across the sea thou com'st to me 
 In pardoning love arrayed ; 
 
 I can but answer, " Lord, of thee 
 I '11 never be afraid." 
 
 My Saviour holds me to his breast; 
 
 The storm is all allayed. 
 Return, my soul, unto thy rest, 
 
 And be no more afraid. 
 
 Lord, when upon life's raging sea 
 
 The dreadful storm I fear, 
 What hope, what bliss, it brings to me 
 
 Thy loving voice to hear ! 
 
 Thy form of glory and of grace 
 
 Shines o'er the deep afar. 
 And sovereign mercy lulls to sleep 
 
 The elemental war. 
 
 When neither sun nor stars appear, 
 But mountain crimes upbraid. 
 
 What joy divine thy word to hear, 
 " 'T is I : be not afraid." 
 
 Beleagued by enemies and cares, 
 By sin and death dismayed, 
 
 That pitying voice dispels my fears, 
 " 'T is I : be not afraid." 
 
" 'TIS I: BE NOT AFIiAID." 355 
 
 Fled are the phantoms of despair, 
 
 The fiends of unbelief, 
 If I but know my Lord is near, 
 
 And comes to my relief. 
 
 Above the penal dread of hell. 
 
 By mine accuser played, 
 The melody of heaven comes down, 
 
 " 'T is I : be not afraid." 
 
 From every terror of the grave, 
 
 By guilt tremendous made, 
 Thou art all merciful to save : 
 
 I will not be afraid ! 
 
356 THE BOW IN THE CLOUDS. 
 
 THE BOW IN THE CLOUDS. 
 
 T OOK up ! The Bow is round the cloud ! 
 
 How beautiful! How fair! 
 'Tis not the desolating shroud 
 
 Of anguish or despair, 
 Nor are the griefs, to many given. 
 Employed to keep thee out of Heaven i 
 
 Then wait, my soul, upon the Lord, 
 
 And He will shelter thee. 
 His Bow above the stormy cloud 
 
 Who trusts His Word shall see: 
 The thunder may be long and loud, 
 
 The rain a deluge be, 
 Still thou art covered with the wings 
 
 Of His protecting grace, 
 Though for the day thou mayst not see 
 
 The sunshine of His Face. 
 
 Yet out of all these fearful storms 
 
 There shall be brighter skies : 
 Beyond this desolated world 
 
 God's stars of glory rise, 
 And bows of promise span each cloud 
 With cheerier meaning than the shroud ! 
 
THE PRINCIPLE OF SELECTION. 357 
 
 The foregoing poems, with the exception of 
 those culled by Mrs. Cheever, were selected by the 
 author himself out of a mass of manuscripts and 
 penciUings, multitudinous apd mixed as the 
 Sibylline leaves. The principle of selection seems 
 to have been to choose those that were intensely 
 subjective and serious, expressing the thoughts, 
 moods, and aspirations of the writer's mind, and 
 giving therefore its predominant experience. 
 
 The humorous and satirical pieces, of which there 
 are not a few in manuscript, are wholly omitted. 
 Aside from the composition of one long poem 
 in blank verse written early in his ministry, and 
 entitled, " Discipline of Earth and Time for Free- 
 dom and Immortality," Dr. Cheever was too busy 
 a man to cultivate this department of literature. 
 But he was in the habit of pencilling his thoughts 
 and analogies from Nature wherever he might be, 
 in prose or rhyme, on the blank leaf of a book, 
 the back of a bill, the wrappings of a newspaper, 
 the cover of a pamphlet, the top of a paste-board 
 box, or any scrap of paper that might be at 
 hand. 
 
 This habit grew upon him in his later years ; 
 and this may account for the changes of rhyme 
 and metre, in the same pencilling that are so 
 often noticeable in the last selections. They 
 were not pruned or polished, as poems often are, 
 but appear for the most part just as they were 
 first indited, in the simple dress of nature itself. 
 The writer saw into the soul of things. Pre- 
 
3S8 INTERPRETATION OF NATURE. 
 
 eminently he looked through Nature up to Na- 
 ture's God. With his friend, the poet R. H. 
 Dana, he could say : 
 
 " I see the tinted trunk of brown and gray. 
 And rich, warm fungus, brighter for decay. 
 Whence rays of light as from a fountain flow. 
 I hear the mother-robin talking low. 
 In notes affectionate ; the wide-mouthed brood 
 Chattering and eager for their far-sought food. 
 The air is spread with beauty ; and the sky 
 Is musical with sounds that rise and die 
 Till scarce the ear can catch them ; then they swell ' 
 Then send from far a low, sweet, sad farewell; 
 My mind is filled with beauty, and my heart — 
 With joy ? Not joy,— with what I would not part: 
 It is not sorrow, yet almost subdues 
 My soul to tears ; it saddens while it woos. 
 My spirit breathes of love ; I could not hate, 
 Oh, I could match me with the lowliest state.'' 
 
 Dr. Cheever appreciated and enjoyed all the 
 aspects of creation, all the varied scenery of the 
 seasons, the storm, the calm, the gold and crimson 
 coloring of the clouds at sunrise and sunset, with 
 a subtle sense of their beauty and their relation 
 to the adorable Creator. He mused to himself 
 upon the glory of God and the love of Christ, as 
 the elder Edwards is reported to have done, and 
 then in prose or verse recorded his passing exper- 
 ience, but seldom returned to it. The last pen- 
 cillings he is believed to have made are these, 
 entitled 
 
ENTRANCE ON ETERNITY. 359 
 
 LOVE'S ENTRANCE ON ETERNITY. 
 
 OGod, be merciful to me. 
 
 And leave me not to unbelief. 
 
 Ten thousand deaths I'd sooner choose 
 
 Than the Eternal Life to lose. 
 
 Let me be dead indeed 10 sin, 
 
 Through Faith Eternal Life to win. 
 
 Jesus, my never-dying Lord, 
 
 Make me obedient to Thy Word. 
 
 With my whole soul, O God, I pray, 
 Take all mine unbelief away : 
 O leave me not outside Thy care, 
 But save me from such dread despair. 
 
 O keep, by Grace Divine, my contrite heart, 
 
 Thy loving-kindness, Lord, impart, 
 
 That I may all Thy goodness know. 
 
 Nor ever from Thy presence go. 
 
 But through Thy teaching all things see. 
 
 Believing and adoring Thee. 
 
 So may my life responsive be 
 
 To every promise made by Thee. 
 
 Creator, Saviour, me refine. 
 
 And make my life entirely Thine, 
 
 So that I may to others prove 
 
 The Power of Heavenly Truth and Love ; 
 
 The glorious law, that does forever shine 
 
 Throughout all Worlds, for all are Thine — 
 
 That we not buried in the earth should be. 
 
 But through the exchangers kept for Thee, 
 
 To find Thine own with usury; — 
 
 The heavenly harmonies to be 
 
 The riches of Eternity. 
 
36o DYING VIEW OF CHRIST. 
 
 In sympathizing love behold me, 
 Oh support me by Thy grace ; 
 By Thy promises uphold me, 
 'Tis with these I seek Thy face. 
 Oh lead me safely up to Heaven, 
 For all Thy Saints the final haven ! 
 So, trusting in Thy pardoning Word, 
 May I lay down my life, O Lord : 
 For me to live it may be pain, 
 For me to die it shall be gain ; 
 If spared to live, I live to Thee, 
 In death shall my salvation be 
 Love's Entrance on Eternity ! 
 
 When on his dying bed two weeks before his 
 entrance upon eternity (on the iirst of October, 
 1890), lie was asked by his brother, upon awaking 
 from quite a long sleep, if he had had dreams in 
 his sleep. " No," he said, " but such visions of the 
 love of Christ, and the infinite reach of His sal- 
 vation ! God manifest in the flesh (and he re- 
 peated most impressively the whole passage in 
 Timothy) — justified in the Spirit — seen of an- 
 gels — preached unto the Gentiles — believed on 
 in the world — received up into glory — The king- 
 dom of Heaven opened to all believers — Sal- 
 vation certain to all them that believe through 
 the all-sufficiency of the atonement by Christ — 
 His tender condescension to doubting Thomas : 
 ' Reach hither thy fingers, and behold My hands ; 
 and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into 
 My side ; and be not faithless but believing.' 
 And then the overwhelming force of the con- 
 viction to the disciple's mind, MY LORD AND 
 
DEATH ITSELF THERE DIES. 361 
 
 MY God ! Then the confidence, the enthusiasm, 
 the holy zeal of the apostles, as they went every- 
 where preaching the Word, so that great multi- 
 tudes became obedient unto the faith ! Oh, that 
 we might see it yet again in these last times, and 
 we shall, we shall — preachers baptized with the 
 Holy Ghost and with power ; on fire and pas- 
 sionate with the love of Christ and love for souls. 
 Let dear Brother Booth know how comforting 
 was that passage of Paul he quoted at my bed- 
 side : ' Blessed be the God and Father of our 
 Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of Mercies and the 
 God of all comfort ; who comforteth us in all 
 our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort 
 them which are in any trouble by the comfort 
 wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.' 
 The consolations of God, how large with the soul, 
 and underneath us the everlasting arms !" 
 
 Is that a death-bed where the Christian lies ? 
 Yes, but not his : 'Tis Death himself there dies, 
 While angels shout him welcome to the skies. 
 
 6'. 7'. Coleridge. 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 CONSISTING OF MRS. CHEEVER'S LETTERS 
 AND THOSE OF MANY OF HER FRIENDS. 
 
APPENDIX. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Cousin. 
 
 My much-beloved Cousin : 
 
 I am just longing for one of your nice, pleasant letters, 
 but a visit from you, if it could be granted us, would be 
 better still. I greatly desire to see you, my dear cousin, 
 and what can hinder your coming to us when the cold 
 season shall have passed, and we are all alive and well ? 
 
 I have been thinking much of you lately, and hope you 
 have been well all through the cold weather. What a 
 winter of floods, storms, and disasters of every kind we 
 have had ! God has been teaching by his various provi- 
 dences the instability of all earthly possessions. Yet how 
 little his warnings are heeded by multitudes who are liv- 
 ing on as if there was no hereafter, and in the sinful neg- 
 lect of their dying souls I What madness ! How I wish 
 they could be aroused from their indifference and insensi- 
 bility to their higher interest, and the things pertaining 
 to the kingdom of God ! We are now living in an age of 
 wonders. Events are crowding upon us in the most start- 
 ling manner, and the predictions of Isaiah and David 
 seem to be fulfilling. Read Isaiah, chap. 19. 
 
 The Egyptian question is now commanding the atten- 
 tion of England and the whole world. We are watching 
 it with the deepest anxiety, and indignant at the vacil- 
 lating policy of England, and lamenting that the oppor- 
 tunity for the history of great principles is in danger of 
 being sacrificed by hesitation and half measures, and la- 
 menting, as my husband says, " in not taking the tidal wave 
 on the forward top, and driving all before them. When 
 God had given the means, they might, and ought to have 
 
 A3 
 
4 APPENDIX. 
 
 sent, twenty thousand men with a rapidity and power of 
 justice, that, in the name of God, would have swept the 
 forces of tlie territory of the False Prophet and his slave- 
 holding tribes lilce a cyclone. Do you take the Evangelist, 
 Dr. Field's paper, in whicli his travels in the Holy Land 
 are being published ? They have also been published in 
 volumes and are exceedingly interesting. He writes 
 charmingly. We have received two volumes from him 
 lately, and my husband sent him a note of thanks, never 
 dreaming it would be published ; but as he so pleasantly 
 put it forth to the public, I thought I would let you see it. 
 When you read it please return it with one of your nice 
 
 letters. Do you ever hear from dear Cousin A } 
 
 She is a remarkable woman, and her letters are charming. 
 M., her daughter, has recently had some high honor con- 
 ferred upon her by the Emperor of Germany, at the 
 special request of the Empress, who has taken a great 
 fancy to her, seeming to appreciate her lovely Christian 
 character and desire to do good. We are delighted that 
 our dear cousins are so much beloved and respected 
 abroad, and are exerting such an influence for good around 
 them. Cousin A. P., who resides at Auburn, often writes 
 to me. She is now 84 years, but vigorous in intellect 
 tliough feeble in body. She often refers to the many 
 cliarming visits to Providence, and her love for your dear 
 parents and mine. Those days, she writes, are too full of 
 sweet memories ever to be forgotten. 
 
 Extract of Letter of Sympathy from Mrs. C. to a Friend, 
 
 Your affectionate letter, containing tidings of such over- 
 whelming affliction, has filled our hearts with mingled 
 thoughts and feelings of sorrow and gratitude. We sym- 
 pathize deeply with your stricken and desolate heart ; we 
 rejoice in God's great, sustaining mercy with which he 
 visits and consoles you. Alone, and yet not alone, for 
 God is with you, and the Lord jesus takes you by the 
 hand and tells you, I am the Resurrection and the Life. 
 But oh how desolate the separation from the sharer of 
 your blessings ! But God be praised for the grace and 
 faith and submission with which you can look upwards 
 and behold your loved one in Heaven, and through the 
 Redeemer may hope to join her there ! How the sting 
 of death is taken away by the presence of Him, our Di- 
 
LETTERS. 5 
 
 vine Redeemer, whose blood cleanseth from all sin, and 
 whose grace, imparted to us, makes us feel and know 
 that He is the Conqueror of sin and death ; and thanks 
 be to God, who giveth us the victory. The Lord bless 
 and keep you. and all who are dear to you, and shine 
 upon you, and give you peace ! Oh, the infinite precious- 
 ness of the consolation that Christ gives ! Dear, afflicted 
 friend, again we say, the Lord comfort, soothe, and bless 
 you evermore. Be assured of our sympathy and love, 
 and that we are 
 
 Most affectionately yours, etc. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to a Friend on the Death of her Son. 
 
 The loss of your beloved son is truly so great an afflic- 
 tion, that the tenderest sympathy can for the present only 
 look on in silence. 
 
 We know not what to say. " I was dumb. I opened 
 not my mouth because Thou didst it." God's own words 
 are the only suitable utterances in the moment of such 
 trial. But they are very precious. " I have chosen thee 
 in the furnace of affliction." " For whom the Lord lov- 
 eth, he chasteneth," and " When thou passeth through 
 the waters, I will be with thee ; and through the rivers, 
 they shall not overflow thee ; when thou walkest through 
 the fire, thou shalt not be burned ; neither, shall the 
 flames kindle upon thee ; " and Christ's own prayer, 
 "Thy will, not mine, be done." We can only repeat 
 those ever-abiding and living truths. 
 
 Nevertheless, it is very consoling and delightful to be 
 assured that others who knew him, as we love to have 
 him so affectionately remembered, appreciated the rare 
 excellence and beauty of his character. Seldom do men 
 witness so lovely a combination of manly and Christian 
 virtues and characteristics ; and it was a growth so grad- 
 ual and natural, so unobtrusive, genial, and pleasant for 
 daily companionship and life, and not for set occasions, 
 that it was like the sunshine and the fresh air. He was 
 full of kindness, gentleness, cheerfulness, and courtesy; a 
 pleasant smile of welcome always on his countenance, and 
 words of friendly greeting always on his lips, that it was 
 a refreshment to meet him ; and you knew it was not put 
 on or forced, but sincere and genuine. He was one of 
 whom it can truly be said, that " none knew him but to 
 
6 APPENDIX. 
 
 love him, or named him but to praise." In all his busi- 
 ness transactions there was the same transparent open- 
 ness and sincerity, guilelessness of purpose, and integrity 
 of principle. His hopefulness, industry, carefulness, and 
 perseverance in his work were remarkable, and while he 
 was unfit, because of bodily weakness, to be at work at 
 all, his conscientious performance of the external religious 
 duties of teaching, visiting, praying, as he had the oppor- 
 tunity, doing all the good he could, when such ill-health as 
 his would have constrained most persons to remain at 
 home, are too noticeable to be forgotten ; a great grace in- 
 deed it was, of self-denying love. And then his sweet, sub- 
 missive faith and patience under sickness and disappoint- 
 ment were very touching and beautiful. Altogether, his 
 was a bright, though alas ! so brief an example of very 
 noble and precious qualities, without mixture of self- 
 consciousness or conceit or ostentation ; manifestly one 
 of God's jewels, prepared and taken for the making up in 
 Heaven. Oh, that it might please God our Heavenly 
 Father to endow us, who are left a little longer, with 
 some measure of the same gifts and graces and faithful- 
 ness in the use of them, that for us also it may be Christ 
 to live and gain to die. May the God of all grace and 
 comfort keep and bless you all, now and evermore. 
 Most truly and affectionately yours, 
 
 E. H. C. 
 
 From another of Mrs. C.'s Letters of Sympathy. 
 
 May God bless and comfort you, and with his abound- 
 ing grace be nearer and dearer to you than any earthly 
 relatives or friends. In the night of this sorrow may 
 the light of His love shine upon your soul. May the 
 Good Shepherd fold you in His own loving heart, and 
 shield you from all evil while passing through those 
 depths of such great affliction. May His rod and stafi 
 support and guide your steps, and His love inspire, 
 strengthen, and sustain your soul. These are our prayers 
 and fervent desires for you. 
 
 I am grieved not to have been able to be with you, but 
 a prevailing cold, and this morning the severity of the 
 weather conjointly forbid my leaving. 
 
 Therefore, I can only send the first expression of our 
 heartfelt sympathy with you, under this great bereavement 
 
LETTERS. 7 
 
 you are suffering by the all-wise and merciful will of God, 
 in the death of so dear and loving and precious a com- 
 panion and friend. Her bright genius and warm love were 
 to you a second life, and ohhow you will feel her absence ! 
 I wish we could say something to bless you ; but it is not 
 in the power of any human being to minister support at 
 such an hour ; and God our Saviour draws you to Himself 
 for that communion with Him, and that sustaining power 
 of His Spirit in answer to prayer, by which you have 
 learned to cast all your care upon Him, and to draw near 
 to Him with the blessed spirit of adoption, crying, Abba, 
 Father. May the Lord minister this precious, all-consol- 
 ing grace more and more to your inmost experience, 
 making even this time and method of trial His chosen 
 way of your greatest blessedness. This is our fervent 
 prayer for you, dear friend. And evermore so may our 
 Heavenly Father bless you, and all dear to you, and order 
 all his discipline with us all for our Heavenly Home. 
 
 My dear Cousin Mary: 
 
 I have just received your sweet letter and proofs of the 
 tracts, and heartily rejoice that you are interesting your- 
 self for the poor Indians. They have long been neg- 
 lected and treated shamefully, and now the poor Chinese 
 are sharing the same fate in and by our own country. 
 Was there ever a nation on the face of the earth that ever 
 so disgraced itself by the violation of innumerable treat- 
 ies, and of all the principles of love, justice, kindness, 
 charity required in the Word of God, especially to the poor 
 and the helpless, ignorant and untaught, thrown by God 
 upon our care as a Christian nation I Really, we can- 
 not find words to express our grief and indignation 
 against the conduct of our government and people, pro- 
 fessing to be a Christian nation. What a bill the Al- 
 mighty has against us ! He has settled one on slavery 
 in our war and blood ; and will He not do it again, unless 
 we repent ? 
 
 From E. Harris about the " Way-marks." 
 
 My dear Pastor : 
 
 If Rev. Mr. Kinney chances to be with you at any time, 
 please to place a copy of Dr. Wright's sermon in his 
 hands. From what I heard of his discourse last evening. 
 
8 . APPENDIX. 
 
 I know that he will be interested in the simple and touch- 
 ing memorial of one who, by "looking unto Jesus," was 
 enabled to triumph over death. By permission of Miss 
 West, who is at present a guest in our family, I enclose a 
 precious memento of an influence your writings exert, 
 wherever men read, to be fearless and faithful. 
 
 James Eraser, of the 79th Highlanders, may have- 
 fallen at Alma or Inkerman, in the Barrack hospitals at 
 Scutari, or he may have praised God with his dying 
 breath that a Florence Nightingale had soothed his last 
 hours on earth; but the " Way-marks " that he lost from 
 his knapsack while hurrying from Pera to the Galata 
 bridge reveal to us the food which stout hearts and fear- 
 less souls are wont to feed upon. 
 
 I may state to you that at the time my dear sister, Mrs. 
 Rhea, left this city for her work in Persia, I placed in her 
 •hands all or nearly all your published works. She loved 
 to listen to your instructions while with us, and she care- 
 fully digested your various writings. 
 
 Yours, with highest regard, 
 E. Harris. 
 
 Extract of Letter from Mrs. C. to Mr. David Banks. 
 
 You will remember the long conflict we had in our 
 church while the Doctor was maintaining the principles 
 of freedom. 
 
 Well, during those seven years the Doctor's salary was 
 not regularly paid, and when the church was sold, after 
 the lease of twenty-one years expired, the trustees gener- 
 ously computed the amount with interest, and gave it to 
 him. But the Doctor and myself considered it a sacred 
 trust for religious purposes and the spread of the Gospel ; 
 and as he could no longer prea::h regularly himself, he 
 conveyed it over to the two societies : two thirds to the 
 American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions, 
 and one third to the American Missionary Association. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Friend Lady Kinnaird. 
 
 My dear Lady Kinnaird : 
 
 It is some months since we received your letter convey- 
 ing the sad intelligence of your beloved and honored 
 
LETTERS. 9 
 
 husband's death, which I have wanted to acknowledge 
 sooner, but many unexpected demands upon my time have 
 prevented the accompHshment of my purpose. But we 
 have thought often of you, and felt for you in your sad 
 bereavement, for we well know what a loss you have sus- 
 tained. We have never ceased to remember with grateful 
 regard the affectionate kindness manifested bv your most 
 excellent husband and yourself for us, and for your interest 
 in the cause of humanity. We often look with pleasure 
 upon the beautiful photographs you gave us, and have much 
 enjoyed the little devotional books, so precious and com- 
 forting. We had been thinking and hoping that some day 
 you and yours would visit our country and allow us to re- 
 ciprocate some of the many kindnesses we received at your 
 beautiful and hospitable mansion ; but alas ! how little we 
 can calculate for the future. God has taken your beloved 
 companion to a better world, and though you are parted 
 for a little season, you have the blissful assurance of a 
 happy reunion with him in heaven. My dear husband 
 desires me to express his most sincere and heartfelt sym- 
 pathy for your loss, and says he regards the deaths of 
 your honored husband and Lord Shaftesbury as a public 
 calamity. I rejoice that God has spared your little grand- 
 children to comfort and brighten your home. I can 
 never forget their sweet mother. She was so attractive 
 and lovely. We should be greatly pleased to hear again 
 from you, at your leisure. And now with our earnest 
 wishes and prayers that the God of all consolation may 
 sustain and comfort you, 
 
 I remain very sincerely yours, E. H. C. 
 
 Mrs. Codwise's Letter to Dr. C. 
 
 Dear Friend : 
 
 I met with at this place, and read for the first time, 
 vour work " Powers of the World to Come." It is, in my 
 judgment, a work of surpassing grandeur of conception. 
 It wakes up in the soul such sublimity and depth of 
 emotion, and withal is so calculated to promote practical 
 piety, that, as I closed the volume, I instinctively returned 
 than Ics to that Great Being for using j/o« as the instru- 
 ment of conveying such heavenly knowledge to simple, 
 ignorant man ; I thank him for enriching and thoroughly 
 furnishing you for the great work of your holy calling. 
 
lO APPENDIX. 
 
 May you, dear friend, drink deep and yet deeper at 
 this spiritual fountain ; and may your valuable life be 
 long spared as a life-giving teacher, under the "Great 
 Teacher," to the children of men. 
 
 Pardon tliis impromptu expression of heartfelt grati- 
 tude. Mr. Codwise unites with me in the expression of 
 the same views, and believe me with respect and affection 
 we unite in the kindest regards to your excellent wife. 
 Yours, F. Codwise. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Aunt Hoppin. 
 
 At the very same moment we received intelligence of 
 Mr. Cryder's death, we were summoned to the bedside of 
 Mr. Washburn, of Worcester, my husband's brother-in-law, 
 who was supposed to be close on the verge of the other 
 world. We left immediately, trusting we should once more 
 see him, and found liim in a most blissful, heavenly frame, 
 and all ready for his departure. It was vouchsafed to 
 him the privilege of going down to the very brink of the 
 River of Death, and finding his Saviour there, a very 
 present help in time of trouble. The fear of death was 
 all taken away, and God's infinite mercy and love was re- 
 vealed to him in Christ Jesus. The sick-bed of a child of 
 God, in the exercise of Faith, illumined by the Holy 
 Spirit of God, is a privilege to behold, and we felt it was 
 good to be there. We left him yesterday, with symptoms 
 more favorable, and we trust through the great goodness 
 of God he may be spared to us yet a little longer, and do 
 something more for his Master before he goes hence, to 
 be here no more forever. 
 
 To Mrs. Washington from Mrs. C. 
 
 Temple Grove, Saratoga Springs. 
 My very dear Mrs. Washington : 
 
 Our love has not cooled for keeping since we bade you 
 good-by. Our sick friend, Miss Peters, was much de- 
 lighted with the flowers; and as to the apples, they were 
 baked and eaten every day while I was recovering from 
 my cold. 1 have kept the lamb so long that I feel almost 
 sheepish in sending it back, but hope the conductor will 
 deliver it before it changes to mutton. There, dear Mrs. 
 
LETTERS. 1 1 
 
 Washington, my miserable puns are quite as good as 
 some of Mr. Proctor's anecdotes in liis book, so says my 
 husband. 
 
 Tiie Doctor sends the proofs for Prof. Lewis to your 
 care by the conductor, this evening or to-morrow. We 
 had a most charming visit to you, dearest friend, and 
 thinli your children and your lionie perfectly lovely. It 
 carried me back to the time wlien your angels were 
 babies, and you sang to us, as to them, your sweet, wild 
 lullabies. A happy time tliat can never be forgotten ! 
 My dear husband, with me, looks forward with pleasure 
 to the promised visit from you all, and to hear you sing 
 to us as of old. We have made a long stay here, but 
 will leave, God willing, on Saturday next for Worcester, 
 where we shall remain a week or two, and then return to 
 our home in the city. Do write us while in Mass. if you 
 can, for I long to hear from you. 'With our dearest loye 
 to all your darlings— they are so sweet and charming that 
 we wish we could have them with us always, — I must 
 stop, so good-by, and believe me ever your devotedly at- 
 tached friend, E. H. C. 
 
 From Mr. Longfellow to Mrs. C. 
 
 Cambridge, March 26, 1879. 
 Dear Mrs. Cheever : 
 
 If I ever went from home to visit anywhere, I would 
 accept with alacrity your kind and hospitable invitation 
 to Englewood. But, alas! I have not yet wholly van- 
 quished my old enemy neuralgia, which perhaps you may 
 remember so tortured me three years ago at Brunswick. 
 Invalids are not pleasant guests. The best place for 
 them is at home, where, in a little round of alternate rest 
 and occupation, they can patiently wait for better days. I 
 often think with pleasure of the Brunswick episode in 
 our lives when I saw you for the first time, and met once 
 more my old college friend and classmate after an inter- 
 val of fifty years. Ah me ! what gaps of time, what dif- 
 ferent destinies, what different avocations. Joys and 
 calamities separate those who have known each other in 
 youth, till the old friendships seem like rivers running 
 under ground ; the same, though unseen. 
 
 But this is a sentimental answer to a joyous invitation, 
 which I wish with all my heart I could accept. 
 
12 APPENDIX. 
 
 Please give my kindest and most affectionate remem- 
 brances to your husband, whom I always remember as a 
 youth under the balm of Gilead trees in the college-yard, 
 dreaming and talking of Coleridge, and believe me 
 sincerely and cordially, 
 
 Henry W. Longfellow. 
 
 Dr. C. to Mr. Longfellow. 
 
 My dear Longfellow : 
 
 After much unnecessary delay I have at length got my 
 photograph at the disposal of our classmates, according 
 to our anniversary covenant of exchange. It is not so 
 good as some that I have received, but was taken by the 
 same artist that took Bridge's, which I think very good ; 
 and since then I have been reading your volumes, both 
 of prose and poetry, with a leisure such as I have not had 
 at command for many years, and with so much delight 
 that I cannot help thanking you from the heart for the 
 deep and pure enjoyment of them. You are so used to 
 such acknowledgments, that they may seem trite or for- 
 mal ; but there was nothing such in the tribute of our 
 love and admiration at Commencement. I don't believe 
 there was ever in the world any such expression more heart- 
 felt and sincere. And now you are exemplifying your 
 own encouragement to us, that Age hath its opportuni- 
 ties, and by more interesting instances than that of Cato's 
 learning of Greek, or his stern old grandfather dying with 
 the Phaedo in his hand. How often do I think of Words- 
 worth's lamentation over things incomplete and purposes 
 betrayed, as making sadder transits over life's mystic 
 glass than noblest palaces in ruins laid. God be with us 
 all to the end. When we see by what immense majority 
 of men life and all its precious opportunities are wasted, 
 what an infinite mercy to be made an exception in any 
 way! To have done one good thing, even though it 
 were but a cup of cold water ministered to a thirsty soul, 
 is worth a lifetime. Your sweet words have put many 
 such a cup to many lips. Your poem of the Court of 
 Charlemagne made me think of you in our college walks 
 and recitation-rooms. 
 
 * ' Among: Ihem always earliest in his place 
 Was Eginherd: a youth of Turkish race 
 Whose face was bright with flashes that forerun 
 The splendors of a yet unrisen sun." 
 
LETTERS. 13 
 
 Dear Longfellow, how much happiness it would give us 
 to welcome you in our country home. It is only fourteen 
 miles from the city. Perhaps when you visit the city 
 of the Centennial you may find time to turn aside and 
 tarry with us for a night. We could minister to you the 
 glories of sunshine and sunset such as you never saw ex- 
 celled, either in Switzerland or Italy, and themes of sweet 
 poetic inspiration every hour. Mrs. Cheever desires her 
 most affectionate remembrances, and wishes we could 
 have a visit from you. 
 
 Ever most truly, 
 
 Your loving friend and classmate, 
 
 G. B. C. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mr. Longfellow. 
 
 Professor Longfellow, Dear Sir: 
 
 We frequently recur with pleasure to the semi-Centen- 
 nial anniversary of so great interest at Brunswick, and if 
 we remember rightly, you gave us some encouragement 
 to hope that we might some day enjoy a visit from you 
 in our rural home at Englewood. May it not be possible 
 for you to come some time this spring. We have a pleas- 
 ant, quiet retreat, in the region of the Palisades, and the 
 scenery is beautiful. As to that, my husband desires me 
 to say that however nonsuited for him, yet for " Poeta 
 Nascitur," it is a good fit, and you would, he thinks, 
 find it pleasant to ramble about at your leisure. He 
 earnestly hopes that you will come and redeem this ex- 
 quisite pun from ridicule, and put a soul of grand mean- 
 ing in it by your own presence. I confess I don't think 
 much of his puns, and this seems v&lhe.r far-fetcked, and 
 indeed I cannot understand exactly what he means. But 
 he has been talking of a huge bowlder in our vicinity 
 wliich he very much wishes you to behold as it is the 
 most extraordinary and perfect specimen in our land. 
 He says again, you cannot yf«rf a bolder. I cannot cure 
 him, so must let it go ; only repeating and assuring you 
 it would give us very great pleasure to welcome you. My 
 husband desires his most affectionate regards, and with 
 my own, Very cordially yours, 
 
 E. H. Cheever. 
 
14 
 
 APPEXDIX. 
 
 Extract of Letter from Mrs. C. to Mrs. Carrie Taylor. 
 
 Are you not all shocked at tlie terrible dynamite busi- 
 ness abroad and in our own land? It is truly alarming, 
 and now our people are beginning to realize what a dan- 
 gerous element there is existing among us. Such mani- 
 festations are indeed horrible, but only a small foresight 
 of what hell is filled with : unredeemed sinners, who are 
 the subjects of dreadful, unrestrained passions. How we 
 revolt at the idea of spending eternity with such spirits, 
 when they are not to be endured on earth ! Yet all are 
 doomed for that place unless pardoned and saved by fhe 
 all-merciful Saviour, who must be sought with a believ- 
 ing, penitent, and contrite heart. Oh, that all would seek 
 and find Him before it is too late ! God's judgments are 
 now abroad, and the whole earth is fearfully convulsed. 
 God only knows how it will end. Oh, to be ready for 
 what may betide us I for we know not what a day may 
 bring forth. Dangers surround us everywhere. I want 
 you all, dear Carrie, to be safely and securely resting on 
 the Rock upheld by the Everlasting Arms where no harm 
 can befall you. God grant it for the dear Redeemer's 
 sake. My heart is continually with all my dear ones, and 
 in much prayer for them. 
 
 Extract of Letter from Mrs. C. to Mr. J. Taylor. 
 
 What a blessing it is to feel that you were preserved 
 and rescued from the dangers of the sea and restored to 
 your comfortable, pleasant home! Oh, dear John, in all 
 things give God, your Creator, Preserver, and constant 
 Benefactor, all praise, and never forget Him and He will 
 never forsake you, no, never. A friend and classmate 
 of the Doctor's has just passed into the heavens ; and oh, 
 John, how I wish I could see you and tell you what a 
 beautiful, triumphant death-bed scene it was ! He said 
 the indications that he was approacliing heaven made 
 him perfectly happy. It was all rapture and joy and 
 peace. Not a cloud nor doubt, for Jesus had died to 
 atone for his sins, and on Him he was resting in the full 
 assurance of being forever with his Saviour. 
 
 From Dr. C. to Miss Lily Taylor. 
 My dearest Lily : 
 
 I don't see what in the world you desire a letter from 
 me for. Nevertheless, it is an honor to be asked to write 
 
LETTERS. 15 
 
 to an intelligent and charming young lady anywhere' 
 and if I had the leisure I should certainly esteem it a 
 privilege to correspond with forty a day, or even, if it 
 were possible, as many as Solomon himself used to ad- 
 dress. My private correspondence would in such a case 
 be voluminous, as his must have been with seven hundred 
 wives to attend to. -No wonder they turned away his 
 heart and consumed it entirely. Have you got so far ia 
 your arithmetic as to be able to work the sum : Suppos- 
 ing a man's heart divided among seven hundred wives ; 
 how much real affection would there be for each one, 
 and how much peace and comfort for himself? For my 
 part, I am satisfied with one loving heart, and I doubt not, 
 dear Lily, you will be likewise when you come to choose; 
 and meanwhile you will have been well disciplined in af- 
 fection by having so many dear ones round you, each of 
 whom you love with all your heart. We are glad to hear 
 from you, and hope you are all well, as you seemed to be 
 when you gave us your description of Newport. It is 
 certainly very interesting to hear about the girls that 
 have the mumps, and those whose tonsils are cut, and 
 other extraordinary operations. As to the transplanta- 
 tion of some lovely household flower into other gardens, 
 the thing is so customary that we should not be sur- 
 prised at any time to hear that you yourself were 
 plucked and carried off in triumph by some enthusiastic 
 floriculturist. If my hard words trouble you, Fanny will 
 help you out ; but I remember when at your age we used 
 to spell latitudinarian — anybody that could do that had 
 the range of the whole dictionary; and there have been a 
 good many harder words than that put into our vocabu- 
 lary since then. The girls now wear hoops that even the 
 boys then would not have been tall enough to trundle. 
 
 Well, dear Lily, I hope you will keep pace with the 
 spirit of the age in all good things, and throw away all 
 its evils and imperfections, so as to be yourself the very 
 blossom and fruit of all that is good and lovely. Take 
 all your dear brothers and sisters with you in the race, 
 and may it be eternal ; and so good-by, dear Lily, with 
 love to all, Ever your affectionate 
 
 Uncle. 
 
l6 APPENDIX. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mr. John Taylor. 
 My dear John : 
 
 The past month, and in fact all summer, with the ex- 
 ception of a very few days, has been indescribably lovely, 
 and now these autumnal days are glorious indeed. The 
 grass as green as in early June, the foliage scarcely 
 changed, and the air soft and balmy ; it does one good lo 
 breathe it. Heaven and earth all combine to maice our 
 globe a paradise, yet how unmindful is man of his Creator, 
 God, and how unwilling to serve and adore him. Oh, the 
 madness of man, when God has given him the power to 
 comprehend, and the heart to love, that he should be 
 negligent and unwilling to acknowledge and praise Him ! 
 Why is it, when we have the privilege and the offer and 
 the ear of the Almighty Ruler of this universe, that we 
 are so reluctant to draw neai'to him.? What a favor we 
 should esteem it if an earthly potentate should be so con- 
 descending ! How every tongue would praise and every 
 knee would bow in adoration ! Again I say, oh the mad- 
 ness of man to despise and reject such a ruler and such a 
 kind heavenly benefactor! for in Him we live and move, 
 and from Him receive all things that we have and enjoy 
 on earth. His mercies are unnumbered, and He is con- 
 tinually doing us good, and withholding nothing that is 
 for our highest good. Oh, dear John, let this be your 
 determination, whatever others may resolve upon: "As 
 for me and my house, we will serve tlie Lord." Heaven 
 and earth will some day pass away, but this resolve ful- 
 fiUed will carry you to those mansions of glory where you 
 will find everlasting happiness and rest. You will be 
 sorry to learn that cousin W. H., the Governor, is in deep 
 grief for the loss of his beloved wife. But her end was 
 perfect peace, trusting in her all-sufficient Saviour. Cousin 
 writes me it is the only consolation he has in her removal 
 from him. It is the only comfort to survivors when we 
 can have the assurance of their eternal happiness. I en- 
 close a scrap from a newspaper for your dear wife, which 
 may give some useful hints for the management of her 
 precious little ones. I have an idea that she is very per- 
 fect in the government of her household, and she may be 
 in her children, but there can be no harm to have sug- 
 gestions occasionally. Much love to your wife. 
 
 Ever your loving 
 
 Aunt Lizzie. 
 
LETTERS. 17 
 
 Letter to Dr. C, with presentation of Piano from " Puri- 
 tan " to Mrs. C. 
 
 Under the ministry of the beloved and honored pastor 
 of the Church of the Puritans my soul has been often re- 
 freshed, through his preaching, under God. I have been 
 inspired with an increasing love of justice and hatred of 
 oppression. That I have been placed, in the good provi- 
 dence of God, under such faithful teaching, I shall ever re- 
 gard as cause for increasing gratitude. " I had rather be 
 a doorkeeper in the house of my God (with such a teacher) 
 than to dwell in the tents of wickedness," or hold the 
 highest position in a " popular" church, where they are 
 " too religious" to defend the cause of the poor and the 
 oppressed. 
 
 Having enjoyed such privileges, I feel that the language 
 of Paul, in regard to "them of Macedonia and Achaia" is 
 applicable to me. "For if the Gentiles have been made 
 partakers of their spiritual things, their duty is also to 
 minister unto them in carnal things." While grateful to the 
 Author of all our mercies, it is but meet that some tan- 
 gible proof of our regard should be given to His servants 
 who minister in holy things. If we minister unto them in 
 "carnal things," it is but an inadequate return for the 
 "spiritual things" we are made partakers of through their 
 instrumentality. These considerations prompt me to 
 present this piano to the faithful wife of the Rev. Geo. 
 B. Cheever, D.D. 
 
 May its music be like the loving, gentle voice of dear 
 friends to cheer and comfort you ! I don't know that it can 
 infuse more poetry into the Doctor's sermons, though I 
 have understood that he once said that he could write 
 with greater ease while skilful fingers were dancing over 
 the keys ; but it may infuse more music into his soul. If 
 by it the strain upon his nervous system should be in any 
 measure relaxed ; if it should have any tendency, even the 
 least, to make him, to use his own language, "as free from 
 care as the lark that sings in the meadow" ; if it should 
 make one wrinkle upon his brow of slower growth, or 
 retard the work of old age by but a single day, — then I 
 shall esteem myself happy. I shall bless the Lord for 
 enabling me to refresh one of His honored prophets and 
 lighten his burdens with a little music. 
 
 Puritan. 
 
ig APPENDIX. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to a dear Relative in China. 
 
 December. 
 My very dear Annie: 
 
 I much wonder at your long silence, for I have had no 
 response from my letters to you. Have you forgotten 
 me ? I do not cease to love or think of you by day or 
 night. Sometimes you appear in my dreams. Only re- 
 cently I saw you in my slumbers, looking fresh and 
 lovely, and I exclaimed. How is it possible, dear A., that 
 you have preserved your youth and freshness in the hot 
 climate of China, when the residents of many years there 
 return with sallow complexions? I hope, dear child, that 
 you do keep young in body, heart, and mind. We can, 
 by cultivating a spirit of cheerfulness and resting our 
 burdens on the Lord. Why should we ever feel old when 
 we are only on the portal of our existence.'' "Immortal 
 youth." How pleasant the thought, yet how hard to re- 
 alize a life without change, and the blessedness of that 
 world to which we are fast hastening ! I do hope, dear 
 A., we shall all be ready for it when summoned to leave 
 this world of so many cares and sorrows. I long to see 
 you, but fear it may be a long time before I can have that 
 pleasure, if you are intending to make China 5'our per- 
 manent home. What has induced you to build.? I can 
 only feel reconciled by the thought of your doing good 
 among the poor Chinese. I hope you still continue your 
 efforts among them, " for they that win souls to Christ are 
 to shine as the stars in the Redeemer's kingdom for ever 
 and ever." What a glorious promise, and worth striving 
 for! All else is "vanity and vexation of spirit," and is 
 soon gone. The life here is "as a tale that is told, and 
 flies swifter than a weaver's shuttle." While we are rea- 
 soning and planning for life (as some author says), 
 life is gone, and it is marvellous how men waste their 
 precious moments, and toil and labor for that which, when 
 gained, only brings with it sorrow and disappointment. 
 But to be rich in faith and good works is an inheritance 
 which can never be taken from us. 
 
 I suppose you hear often from your loved ones at home. 
 It was quite late in the autumn before we returned from 
 our summer tour, and having taken a sudden and severe 
 cold, it has confined me to the house almost ever since, so 
 that I have not been to town ; consequentlv have not seen, 
 or heard of any news to communicate. All are well, how- 
 ever. We much enjoy our pleasant home and its lovely 
 
LETTERS. tg 
 
 surroundings. I wish we could have a visit from you and 
 S. We live comfortably and trust are grateful for our 
 many mercies. All ray trouble is, that so many are going 
 in the path of sin and neglecting their soul's salvation. 
 1 long for them to be aroused before it is /oo late. . . . 
 
 Do let me hear from you soon, dear A., all about your 
 plans, your home, and everything that concerns you. 
 Don't let such a long time elapse without a line from you. 
 I long to hear from you. The Doctor is quite welf, and 
 the same good, devoted husband as ever. We have just 
 passed our thirty-third wedding anniversary. It has been 
 a life of poetry and full of happiness, God be praised. 
 Perhaps our letters have been lost in the frequent mail 
 robberies on the Pacific coast. I suppose you receive all 
 the papers, and are kept informed of all that is going on 
 in political life and the general topics of the day. I can- 
 not write more, as it pains me to stoop, and I am for- 
 bidden to use my right arm, as it seems to increase my 
 cough. I have had some slight bronchial disturbance, 
 but it is nearly all over now. Still I must be careful. . . . 
 
 Good-by, darling. Hoping to see you soon, I am, as ever, 
 your loving aunt. 
 
 Love to Sheppard. Lizzie. 
 
 Fro7n Dr. C. to Mrs. C. 
 
 Cambridgeport, Monday night, after lecture. 
 
 Well, my dear, darling love, I find myself, through the 
 loving kindness of our Heavenly Father, mercifully pro- 
 tected and brought safely here, where I am most hos- 
 pitably entertained in a very lovely family, at the head of 
 which is a son of one of my old friends in Boston, and all 
 seeming as kind and affectionate as if they too had been 
 old friends. It is really very pleasant and makes me 
 greatly wish that you were with me, you would find it so 
 delightful. And to-night I have got through the dreaded 
 experiment of the trial of my first lecture very much more 
 comfortably than I expected, and with a very large and 
 patient audience, although I am quite ashamed to say that 
 it took me and them an hour and a half — I fighting and 
 they forbearing, I furious in the pulpit, and they faint yet 
 pursuing in the pews. It is not more than once in a 
 year that they are surprised into such a steeple-chase, so 
 
20 APPENDIX. 
 
 I am not very much concerned, seeing that no necks were 
 broken ; and there being no galleries, nobody could fall 
 down dead from an upper window, overcome with sleep 
 by Paul's long preaching. Now, my dearest love, I hope 
 your kind dear friend, Miss Linsey, is with you, com- 
 forting and rejoicing your heart, and in that hope I feel 
 much more at ease concerning you than I should if I 
 thought you were alone. Pray give her my kindest re- 
 membrances, and tell her I was sorry not to have been 
 able to see her before I left. I am regretting not being 
 able to get this letter in the post for to-night, as the delay 
 will cost a day longer before you can receive it. Don't be 
 too anxious about the house, for though judicious efforts 
 on our part may help towards getting a purchaser, anxi- 
 eties will not, and I presume the Lord knoweth already 
 who is to buy the house, and when, unless some one is to 
 rent it, and that he knows also. Therefore consume not 
 yourself with care about anything, unless it be your hus- 
 band's obstinate long-windedness. The guitar in my 
 head made wondrous music to-night. Had I been with 
 the Highland regiment in India, advancing to the relief 
 of Lucknow, and blown my nose in front of the ranks, 
 the besieged would have heard it long before the noise of 
 the Scotch bagpipes, and would have rejoiced accord- 
 ingly. But my hearers here doubtless wished they could 
 have put bagpipes, guitar, and a sack of cobwebs down my 
 speaking trumpet before I got through. The Lord bless 
 you and keep you, dearest love, as the apple of His eye. 
 Ever your loving husband. George. 
 
 Mrs. C. to her Husband. 
 
 My ovi^N DEAR Precious One : 
 
 I was truly glad to receive your sweet, affectionate note 
 from Worcester to-day. It was a comfort to my sorrow- 
 ful heart. I say sorrowful, because I can never feel other- 
 wise ill your absence; and how can I when you are the 
 light and life and joy of my existence. But you must be 
 happy, dearest, and improve every moment in growing 
 fat and treasuring up all the sayings and doings of every- 
 body, so as to communicate fully on your return. I shall 
 ask you a thousand questions, and as some compensation 
 for these long, dreary days, shall expect the most satis- 
 factory information. I know you will enjoy yourself 
 
LETTERS. ii 
 
 among our many dear friends, and wish so much tliat I 
 could be with you, sharing their liospitality and icindness. 
 You must stop one Sabbath at Worcester with good Mr. 
 Washburn and Lizzie, and not hurry liome on my account. 
 I long to see you, but as much as I desire to have you with 
 me, yet I should forego any pleasure and inal<e any sacri- 
 fice rather than your health should suffer for the want of 
 a change. Now, my darling husband, do for my sake at- 
 tend carefully to yourself, and do not lecture too often, 
 neither eat at night, or drive yourself, and be careful in get- 
 ting in and out of the cars. Miss Owen did not come, as 
 she promised, and George has dined abroad every day 
 since you left; but I manage to live and will strive lo be 
 happy and contented for your sake,. so don't be troubled. 
 How funny your description of me at the telegraph station. 
 I always laugh when I think of it. A letter from Boston 
 has just been received, desiring to know the subject of 
 your proposed lecture at the Treniont Temple, and when 
 you will arrive, and where you may be found by the com- 
 mittee ; also, that Mr. Charles Frothingham, the former 
 correspondent, has resigned his office as secretary, and you 
 must direct to Mr. John J. Foster. Cousin James Hoppin 
 will go to Miss Demming; I am truly sorry, for it would 
 give me such pleasure to entertain him, particularly as I 
 am so much alone. Do remember me with much love to 
 his dear wife and little one ; also to Aind Mr. Waters. 
 He must come on this winter and cheer us with his hearty 
 laugh. I hope he will give you a bag of coffee. Now, 
 dearest, good-by. Write me daily, and with ever so 
 much love, and, as dear little Essie says, so many kisses, 
 Yowr fondly attached axvd, loving 
 
 Lizzie. 
 
 I received your letter dated Tuesday this evening; hope 
 to have another to-morrow. Direct my letters to your 
 care or I shall not receive them. They will not deliver 
 letters from the lower office unless to your care. I hope 
 you will not have the night-mare. My last thought is of 
 you at night, and to God's kind care I recommend you. 
 Good-by. 
 
 I have been reading Stanley's travels through the dark 
 continent of Africa. It is intensely interesting — as much 
 so as a novel. What a field for missionary work ! Stanley 
 has opened the way as well as Livingstone, and with the 
 projected railway, we shall soon see Ethiopia extending 
 
22 APPENDIX. 
 
 her hands to God and Heaven. What a glorious spectacle 
 when the kingdoms of the world shall become the king- 
 dom of our Lord Jesus Christ, and all the families of 
 mankind shall be blessed in Him ! The Seventy-second 
 Psalm is about to be fulfilled, and "He shall have do- 
 minion from sea to sea; and from the. Livingstone River 
 to the ends of the earth." The kings of Tarshish shall 
 bring presents; the kings of Sheba and Seba shall offer 
 gifts. Yea, all kings shall fall down before Him. All 
 nations shall serve Him." 
 
 And our nation — what of us, ourselves.' Have we yet 
 even begun His service? which consists of sparingthe poor 
 and needy and saving the souls of the needy? Look at 
 the tenement houses ; look at the Chinese ; look at the 
 Indians; look at the negroes, and the shot-gun policy 
 with which they are treated ! What a bill God has against 
 us, a professedly Christian nation ! I tremble. Good- 
 by, dear Sarah, and with love to dear Willie and your 
 better half, 
 
 Ever yours affectionately, 
 
 E. H. C. 
 
 The Doctor's Letter. Prescription for Rheumatism from 
 Mrs. C. to Mrs. Hunter. 
 
 My dear Fanny : 
 
 I am very sorry to hear that you are such a sufferer from 
 rheumatism, and I want to ask Dr. King to give you some 
 preparation. 
 
 It is a mixture of Potassium and Soda Tart., bi-Car- 
 bonate Potass., Acetat Potass. | i, with Vini Lem. Colch. 
 3 ii, and syr. Aurant q. s. facere | viii — S. Tablespoonful 
 three times a day in carbonic acid water. A syphon 
 bottle of carbonic acid water. 
 
 If you can't read this and decipher and understand, it 
 is just because you are no more of a chemist or doctor 
 than we are, who are nothing at all, but have to take on 
 trust what the doctors write out for us. Perhaps if you 
 chew up this leaf of Lizzie's letter, and keep it in your 
 mouth till bed-time, as you would a piece of spruce gum, 
 or as some would a quid of tobacco, taking it out, how- 
 ever, before you go to sleep, it would have all the effect of 
 a bottle of the prescription made up. If, however you 
 prefer the liquid, just hand over the paper to Dr. King, 
 
LETTERS. 23 
 
 who will be able to put it into English, or guess pretty 
 accurately at its meaning. I have no doubt he will think 
 it was intended for something good, and probably he can 
 make out of it something better than the inventor ever 
 thought possible. It is worth trying. Our dear Lizzie 
 thinks it is doing her good, though she has very little faith 
 in doctors and wishes to get rid of them just as soon as 
 possible, and generally says that their coming is the cause 
 of her sickness. 
 
 Some people are very ungrateful, but it can't be helped ; 
 for in this case it is simple unbelief, not ingratitude, she 
 being very thankful for all the merciful restoration of 
 health experienced and hoped for through whatever in- 
 strumentalities. She hopes, and we both do, that you will 
 soon be better; but she is quite resolved not to put pen 
 again to her letter, seeing how I have spoiled it, and in- 
 sists on my finishing what I have spoiled. Another proof 
 of ingratitude, but doubtless from want of belief in my 
 good and kind intentions. It occurs to me, as she has 
 compelled me to go on with this sheet, that if you would 
 write out the names of John's daughters, or get Dr. King 
 to do so, putting a word or two'of Latin before them, 
 fiat quant, suff., or something equal, and send it as a recipe 
 to your druggist to be put up, something very powerful 
 would be returned to you. Take of Zenobia, | ii, Eudora, 
 I viii, mingle C.Millet, | i, syr. Franconia, | iv, Orlando, 
 I vi, and take it in a bottle of Hiram Wilson after each 
 meal. If you wish to give it a more Scriptural air, you 
 might take the names of the daugliters of Zelophehad, 
 and tell the druggist to send you a decoction of -Malah 
 and Noah, Hoglah, Milcah, and Tirzah with a phial of 
 Aaron's rod that budded. 
 
 We are delighted at the grace and beauty with which 
 dear John is populating the English world. What a sweet 
 and charming woman he must have gained as his wife! 
 We ought to have them all in this country, and hope they 
 will not always be expatriated. It is delightful to see 
 your dear children growing up so prosperous and goodly, 
 like young cedars of Lebanon, or perhaps I should say 
 palms of Palmyra, Zenobia being queen and first-born of 
 the grandchildren. John ought to write an Oriental 
 novel and bring them all in. Dear Lizzie sits knitting a 
 pair of stockings, like grandma, and tells me to take up 
 ray stitches and say what a noble brother John has been 
 to Willie, and how glad we are that he promises so well to 
 
24 APPENDIX. 
 
 reward him for all his affection and faithfulness. I believe 
 Lizzie thinks you have no right to have the rheumatism, 
 or any other ailment of humanity, with so many dear 
 children belonging to you. Dear Lizzie will have to add 
 her signature to this, with my love to Bessie and all, and 
 her endorsement of the prescription for Dr. King. And so, 
 dearest Fanny, good-by. A nice dose for you. 
 Adieu. 
 
 Mrs. C. to the Pilot's Home. 
 
 My dear Friends of the Pilot's Home: 
 
 I received your kind note acknowledging the few books 
 I sent, and as it seems an acceptable gift, I take the liberty 
 of adding a few more volumes to your library. I am ex- 
 tremely gratified to learn from Mrs. Wilbur. of the pros- 
 perity of your enterprise, and hope by the blessing of God 
 it may grow into a great institution. You have now, I 
 believe, quite a good library, and perhaps a fund might be 
 raised to enable you to enlarge your operations. I have 
 great pleasure in adding my mite, which I herewith en- 
 close. 
 
 Wishing you every possible success, and the mercy of 
 God unto life eternal, I am sincerely your friend, 
 
 E. H. C. 
 
 To the Pilot's Reading-room, Newport, R. J. 
 
 Resolutions of the Pilot's, Boatman' s, and Workingman's 
 Association, presented to Mrs. C. 
 
 At a meeting of the Pilot's, Boatman's, and Working- 
 man's Association, held at their reading-room Monday 
 evening, January 6, the following resolutions were read and 
 passed, and a copy ordered to be sent to Mrs. Dr. Cheever: 
 
 "Whereas, By the kind benevolence of Mrs. Dr. Cheever 
 some twenty or more volumes of books and pamphlets, 
 and a Testament to every member, have been presented 
 to the reading-room of the Pilot's, Boatman's, and 
 Workingman's Association, therefore resolved, That the 
 members of the Pilot's, Boatman's, and Workingman's 
 Association tender their kindest thanks to Mrs. Dr. 
 
LETTERS. 25 
 
 Cheever for thus generously presenting to their reading- 
 room such a nice and valuable collection of books." 
 
 Please to accept this as a testimonial of our just appre- 
 ciation of your kind and generous heart. 
 
 For, and in behalf of, the Pilot's, Boatman's, and Work- 
 ingman's Association, 
 
 Henry P. Williams, Secy. 
 Emily O. Gibbes, President. 
 
 Englewood, New Jersey, January 16. 
 
 My dear Mary : 
 
 I cannot allow this season to pass without sending you 
 our warm greetings and kind wishes for the New Year. 
 I often think of you, dear Mary, and feel for you in your 
 many trials. How disheartening thev would be but for 
 the assunLncej/<?« have that the eternal God is leading and 
 directing; and underneath are the Everlasting Arms and 
 the comforting, precious promise, " As thy days, so shall 
 thy strength be " ! What a blessed thing to know, that in 
 a// the sorrows and vicissitudes of life God is leading His 
 trusting children, disciplined by them, to their final home 
 in heaven ! 
 
 I was grieved to hear of Mrs. M.'s death. What a loss 
 to Cousin Clara ! She was a charming woman. 1 always 
 loved her, though I had not seen much of her in late 
 years. We were playmates in childhood, and I well re- 
 member her kind, tender sympathy for me once, in my 
 home-sickness, and her earnest pleadings with her mother 
 to rouse her brother Charles from his slumbers to take 
 me to dear Mrs. 'R.\i^%e\\, where I was comforted. Mrs. R. 
 has not, I believe, forgotten it. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to a dear Friend in England. 
 
 My dear Friend : 
 
 You cannot know how pleased and gratified I was to 
 hear from you once more. I have long been wishing to 
 communicate with you, but not knowing your where- 
 abouts could not, and I have felt sad and disappointed. 
 You can then imagine my pleasure when I received, a few 
 weeks since, your affectionate letter from London, assur- 
 ing us that we were not forgotten. I wrote you soon after 
 
26 APPENDIX. 
 
 your young friend's return to England from this country, 
 but not receiving any reply, concluded the letter had been 
 miscarried, or you had gone to Switzerland. 
 
 So, dear friend, you are again bereaved in the removal 
 of a dear sister. I mourn with you, but I doubt not you 
 have every consolation, and can with trusting faith cast all 
 your cares and trials on Him, for 
 
 " All unseen the Master walketh 
 By the toiling servant's side ; 
 Comfortable words he talketh, 
 While His hajids uphold and guide. 
 
 *' Grief, nor pain, nor any sorrow 
 
 Rends thy heart to him unknown ; 
 He to-day, and He to-morrow, 
 Grace sufficient gives his own." 
 
 We have once more had the pleasure of welcoming our 
 old friend, Gavazzi, to our beloved sliore, and most grate- 
 ful we have been to see him. He has very little changed 
 in his personal appearance, and is the same bold, eloquent, 
 powerful orator as ever. What wonderful changes have 
 been wrought in his beloved Italy through his instru- 
 mentality ! God be praised ! I thought of you when I 
 saw him, for I knew what a warm admirer of him you 
 always were. He spent a day with us in our rural home, 
 and we hope to have a longer visit from him before he 
 leaves America. 
 
 Dr. C.'s Letter to Mr. Samuel Wetmore. 
 
 My very dear and kind Brother: 
 
 There is a well-known proverb — A Saturday's dream 
 and Sunday's told, will come to pass before 'tis old. 
 There may be truth in it, and if so, then equally a Sun- 
 day's dream told Monday will more likely still come to 
 pass. I hope it may be so with mine, and therefore I 
 shall tell it. Last night I dreamed that I met your dear, 
 sainted sister Mary, 1 know not where, but somewhere in 
 this world, and she appeared very sorrowful because of 
 your illness, but told me that she hoped you had become 
 a true Christian, or was seeking to be such in prayer, and 
 she wished me to see you, and encourage and comfort you. 
 Just think of it! I told her I would endeavor to see you 
 in the evening, and now I certainly will not fail to deliver 
 
LETTERS. 27 
 
 her message, for she said you had been deeply inpressed by 
 something you had read or heard from the Rev. Mr. Birks, 
 and I think. she added that you had received much com-- 
 fort and peace from his teaching. Now this was a little 
 remarkable, but may be accounted for partly by the fact 
 that I had been reading some of Mr. Birk's excellent 
 annotations on " Paley's Evidences of Christianity." Now, 
 if the spirits of those dear to us on earth who have gone 
 before us into glory are permitted the blessed privilege of 
 revisiting this earth, sometimes, on errands of love and 
 ' mercy to those dear to them, I know not why this may 
 not have been one of those blissful transactions of anxiety 
 and love. At any rate, I feel tliat I ought to report the 
 dream to you and leave its interpretation with you. May 
 God's infinite, precious grace bless you with it and in it, 
 and make the loving message of your angel sister a fulfil- 
 ment in your own happiness, preparing you to join her 
 before the throne of God in glory, to sing the song of 
 Moses and the Lamb. I can't tell you the deep impression 
 made upon me by the anxious, loving, heavenly face of 
 Mary as I saw her and heard her message for you. It is a 
 great thing to have received such a sacred communication. 
 God forbid we should disregard it ! For God speaketh 
 once, yea ofttimes, to warn us and prepare us for His 
 blessed will. His merciful methods were well known in 
 the days of Job as well as of Joseph and Daniel and 
 Ezekiel,and there has never been, in any age, any method 
 of the Lord's mercy to awaken us and draw us to Himself 
 which is not still employed in the ministrations of his 
 grace in Christ Jesus to seek and to save the lost, even such 
 guilty creatures as we are in this ungodly and blasphem- 
 ing generation. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Miss Noble. 
 
 My dear Miss Noble: 
 
 My husband has been wishing to write to tell you how 
 he has enjoyed and admired your admirable little book, 
 but for two weeks has been prostrated by a cold which 
 has affected his eyes. He is much pleased with the genius 
 manifested in the work, both in the original delineation of 
 character, and the humor, pathos, and truth to nature. 
 As a picture of practical piety it is admirable, and we hope 
 you will be spared to write many volumes as useful, good, 
 
28 APPENDIX. 
 
 and attractive. I have read it with the same delight, and 
 we both thank you for its sweet lessons. 
 
 Have you met with any of the A. L. O. E. books.' The 
 last published, " Hebrew Heroes," " Rescue from Egypt," 
 "Shepherd of Bethlehem," etc. The lessons are in the 
 same method of practical excellence as " Under Shelter." 
 We have both wondered if it could be possible that you 
 have in your region a work-house containing such racy 
 characters and processes of spiritual transformation. If 
 so, it would be a good idea to have all the inhabitants of 
 Sing Sing turned into it. I wish we might have the 
 pleasure of a visit from you some time. We should be so 
 pleased to welcome you. We are having quite an Arctic 
 winter, with much snow, but it is charming in the country, 
 and we are enjoying it. I have not seen your sister, Mrs. 
 W., for many months, but hope she is quite well. Will 
 you remember us very kindly and affectionately to her 
 when you write.? With our sincere regards to your parents 
 and sisters, believe me cordially yours, 
 
 E. H. C. 
 
 From Mr. W. W. Hoppin to Dr. C. 
 
 Dear Sir and Brother: 
 
 I was most happy to get your note, giving us a prospect 
 of seeing you, and especially of hearing you. I shall de- 
 light to have Abraham and Moses express their views on 
 slavery in my little church, and I hope that those who will 
 not hear Moses and tlie prophets may be led to see that it 
 is something in themselves, the spirit of injustice and des- 
 potism in themselves, that influences them in this matter. 
 Mr. Waters says he has written you about the arrangement 
 of the lecture. 
 
 P- S. — I have read with some care your articles in the 
 Bib. Sac. I had the intuition, almost, that the truth was 
 so beforehand, that there was really no possession in man 
 among the Hebrews, and that the development of perfect 
 freedom was begun in the O. T. to be finished in the N. 
 T., but I was rejoiced with the thorough, logical, light- 
 breaking character of your articles. It seemed as if the 
 old eclipse was passing off, and the sepulchral light that a 
 dead criticism had shed over the Bible was giving place 
 to a new morning. 
 
LETTERS. 29 
 
 From Mrs. Abernethy to Dr. C. 
 My dear Pastor : 
 
 Have you an extra copy of the Times containing your 
 sermon on the Bible in Schools? Mr. Roberts wants one 
 to send to Mr. Clarlc at Washington. He heard the sermon 
 and it made a great impression upon him. He is about 
 to make a speech on some subject, and for some reason 
 which I do not exactly understand it is deemed desira- 
 ble, either by himself or some one else, that he should 
 have a copy of your sermon. I wish I could tell you 
 how much my heart is with you in all your trials. I 
 sympathize with you so fully in the stand you have 
 taken, and the sacrifices you have made for a despised 
 truth, that I have gone down into the depths with you and 
 borne my share of distress at the painful spectacle of truth 
 (alien in the streets. I am as thoroughly persuaded that 
 vou have done right as I should be if the multitudes in 
 our guilty city were crying Hosanna. 
 
 I believe Christ was as truly divine when the multitudes 
 cried " crucify Him " as when they said " Hosanna to the 
 Son of David," and paid Him divine honors. The great 
 work you have done for Christ in bringing His blessed 
 Word out of captivity and freeing it' from the dreadful 
 reproach of justifying slavery, is a work which will last 
 whatever else may be buried ; and you may rest assured 
 no man can take your crown. May the truth which you 
 have so often dispensed acceptably and profitably to 
 others sustain you and bring you off conqueror, is the 
 prayer of Yours truly, 
 
 M. Abernethy. 
 
 To Dr. Cheever from Mr. James L. Batchelder. 
 
 My Dear Brother : 
 
 Since the brief interview yesterday I could not forbear 
 adding a word more. You may recollect that in 1836, 
 when you were pastor of the Howard Street Church, 
 Salem, Mass., that a young man called upon you to con- 
 verse with you on the subject of personal salvation. He 
 (myself) was then a frequent attendant on your preaching, 
 of which he has been an admirer to this day. 
 
 You may recollect of kneeling down and praying for 
 that young man in your study at the house of Mr. Smith. 
 
30 APPENDIX. 
 
 I never shall forget it ; I presume it shall be one of those 
 events to be specially remembered by me forever — not 
 only in the present state, but in that to come. My dear 
 brother, you never knew what it cost, in feeling, to that 
 young man at that time to leave your ministrations to 
 connect himself with the Baptist church in that town. 
 You know it so happens often in this world one spirit 
 wields an immense influence over another. It has been 
 so with you. The impression I then received from your 
 preaching has followed and abode with me through life to 
 the present hour; it has been quickened and deepened 
 into activity as often as I have chanced to come in contact 
 with your writings. My soul was indeed refreshed, as I 
 was permitted on my first coming to tiiis city, some weeks 
 since, to listen to the same Christian fidelity, the same 
 bold utterances, the same God-fearing spirit that I was 
 wont to hear twenty-three years since. The Independent 
 now dates your anti-slavery preaching no farther back 
 than 1856. If Brother Storrs made the calculation, it is 
 easily understood, for in 1836 he was a boy, and a Sopho- 
 more in Amherst College when I was a Freshman. I 
 graduated in 1840, was engaged in teaching in the South 
 four years, came to Ohio in 1844, preached some and 
 engaged in teaching until 1847, when I became connected 
 with the 0\i\o Journal and Messenger as publisher, pro- 
 prietor, and editor, in which connection I remained until 
 the summer of 1856. 
 
 I occasionally sent you my paper from Cinn. I have 
 quite recently been invited to take charge of the business 
 of the American Baptist, and to be one of the editors with 
 a prospective view of having the entire control in the 
 future. My connection here, however, I look upon as being 
 an experitnent, as great changes are taking place in our 
 denomination, and the society in which we are interested 
 is quite feeble — raising only some $8,000 to $10,000 for 
 Free Missions per annum. My dear brother, from the 
 first commencement of the difficulty in your church (which 
 I noticed out West) I liave watched its development with 
 the deepest interest. Be assured that many in other 
 churches, like myself, have been praying for you. Only 
 think of it, — you do doubtless, — I was struck with the 
 thought as I entered the house on Union Square some 
 weeks since and heard you for the first time after twenty- 
 three years. What a man may do for God and his race 
 by the faithful, the persistent, unceasing application of 
 
lETTSRS. 3 1 
 
 Divine Truth for a score of years ! Twenty-three years of 
 faithful preaching, how much has it accomplished! I so 
 expressed myself in our paper, and have sent you such 
 copies as I thought you would be interested in — sent you 
 the one last week. Stand up faithfully for Jesus, my 
 brother! Battle valiantly 'for the truth ! God will ever 
 stand by you if you are true to Him, as He has in the 
 past. Did he not when in the dungeon at Salem .' And 
 then there is to come the eternal fruition in the eterfial ages ! 
 Excuse this warmth of expression, and may the Lord 
 Jesus be with you, and the Divine Spirit abide with and 
 direct you, is the prayer of your friend and brother, 
 
 James L. Batchelder. 
 
 Mr. Hyatt's Letter. 
 
 Visiting him in jail. — The wife of Thaddeus Hyatt, the con- 
 tumacious witness who was confined for refusing to testify 
 before the investigating Senate Committee, arrived in this 
 city on the day before yesterday, and in the afternoon 
 visited her husband in his room at the jail. Mr. H. has 
 apartments fitted in fine style, and entertains many of his 
 friends. 
 
 My dear Wife: 
 
 That dear, good man Cheever has written me again, and 
 his wife too. She says she is going to see you. Mr. 
 Sumner was here yesterday; he also came here on 
 Friday last purposely to see you. I was sorry that you 
 had gone. You have never in any letter expressed any 
 thanks to this dear man for his attention to me : he 
 is a man who appreciates such things. It would not 
 be bold or improper, but very proper for you to address 
 liim a little note of thanks; say how much you regret 
 LJiat circumstances prevented you from the pleasure of 
 seeing him on Friday last, and how much you feel the 
 attention he shows your husband. When yesterday I 
 showed him Dr. Cheever's letter, he exclaimed: "Ah! 
 what a good man ! Cheever is one of the iron posts in 
 the balustrade by which we ascend! You know," he 
 said, "that when a carpenter builds a staircase he inserts 
 at intervals a certain number of iron posts in place of 
 wood ; the rest are pine, put in not for strength but only 
 for looks. The iron posts are the real ones. Well, 
 
3^ APPENDIX. 
 
 Cheever is one of these iron supports that I feel, whefi 
 I get hold of, I have something to rely on while I am 
 striving lo ascend the great staircase of life!" Isn't 
 this beautiful? Well, this dear man Sumner is full of 
 such beauties. He came in yesterday in better spirits 
 than I have ever seen him. Immediately on sitting down 
 he remarked: " Now let me give you the autobiography of 
 a day," and then he narrated how he had gone to the 
 Capitol, where a few forms only were gone through with ; 
 how then he went into the studio of the artists in the 
 Capitol, saw Kenset's pictures and Brown's statuary, and 
 remarked to them: " Gentlemen, yoii see me dodge in and 
 out, stopping but for a moment. Well, my colleagues go 
 into the studio below (the bar) to get their inspiration 
 and take a drink: they get the kind they want, but I 
 prefer to take drink here! this is the kind of inspiration I 
 prefer. I think it far preferable to the other kind whicli 
 they sell below at a dime a glass !" 
 
 Farewell, my dear wife. Give mv love to Dolly and 
 the rest, and believe me ever your affectionate husband, 
 
 Thaddeus. 
 
 From Miss E. Wheelwright to Rev. Dr. C. 
 
 Dear Sir: 
 
 I trust I may be allowed as an old friend to offer you my 
 own thanks, together with the thanks of other friends, for 
 the precious little volume entitled "Way-marks." On 
 reading it I felt that you had done a service to the church 
 which the light of eternity alone can reveal. I received a 
 note from a friend yesterday, from which I think I may 
 have leave to quote. She thus writes: We cannot say 
 too mucli of that blessed little volume. When 1 opened its 
 pages I can say that I felt that I was receiving a gift direct- 
 ly from God, who, knowing how my famishing soul had 
 been yearning after such heavenly teaching, bestowed upon 
 me this treasure as an expression of His tetider love. 
 
 Another friend in the vicinity of Boston thus expresses 
 her high appreciation : The " Way-marks " I could liken to 
 nothing but one of Beethoven's symphonies, and if any one 
 will read it and trace it along, I think they will find the 
 same harmony, all in a lieavenly key. Oh ! what strong 
 words start out among all the beauty of it, etc. Perhaps I 
 may venture to extend any quotatioii, for the purpose, dear 
 
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 33 
 
 sir, of giving; you a word of encouragement. This friend, 
 tO!,'etlier witli many others, has participated warmly in 
 the trials of the Anti-slavery Contest, through which'you 
 have passed. In relation to tliis subject, she proceeds, af- 
 ter speaking of tlie influence of your decided course upon 
 herself: Disheartened with the otlier ministers, so-called, 
 I know not what I should have been, if I had not been 
 able to look up and see Dr. Cheever towering above 
 tlieni all, in all the grandeur and beauty and bravery of 
 the truth as it is in Jesus. I praise the Lord for such a 
 burning and shining light. Yes, dear sir, you have been 
 ascending the hill Difficulty while large numbers of God's 
 own people have been standing at the foot of the hill, 
 fearing to take a step up"ward. That many of them are 
 truly God's people, we cannot doubt; and more especially 
 when, in some few instances of which we have knowledge, 
 they confess, both publicly and privately, their past errors 
 and mistakes. 
 
 We heard of your intention, dear sir, to visit your New- 
 buryport friends, and hoped we should have seen you be- 
 fore tliis. Perhaps it may be in your power this coming 
 summer. Many of your former friends have gone, and 
 the evening shadows are gathering on others, as you will 
 readily perceive; but I need not assure you that you are 
 gratefully remembered by those who remain. Without 
 •ipology for this long note, I remain 
 
 Truly yours in Christian bonds, 
 
 E. Wheelwright. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mrs. Field. 
 
 My dear Mrs. Field : 
 
 My dear husband was purposing to write you to-day, 
 but as he is not feeling very well, having a bad cold, and 
 is so liard at work, that he had deputed me to write for 
 him, and express his heartfelt thanks for your kind re- 
 membrance, and to tell you how much he enjoys the flag- 
 root, so beautifully sugared and interpenetrated with 
 sweetness, like your own dear selves. I must thank you 
 too, dear Mrs. Field, and tell you how often we think of 
 you in your charming home at Stockbridge. We can 
 never forget its beautiful surroundings. You must be en- 
 joying intensely the scenery, now so gorgeous with the 
 autumnal tints. Englewood is lovely too, and we want 
 
34 APPENDIX. 
 
 you all to come and see us as soon as you return to New 
 York, and before you settle \ourselves for the winter. 
 Please don't forget. With our kindest remembrance to 
 Dr. F. and Miss F., not forgetting your dear little house- 
 hold pet. 
 
 " If you have tears prepare to shed them now." My 
 dear husband says he has had such a cold that he would 
 have been glad to have been cradled asleep in a basket of 
 bulrushes like Moses, when a baby, if only the flags had 
 been sugared as yours have been, which it is plain they 
 were not, for when the little fellow woke up finding the 
 flag-root bitter, he began to cry. If you had had the con- 
 struction of the cradle, we should have had the first testi- 
 monial from Moses in a smile upon his rosy lips, saymg, as 
 the little babes in Egypt were in the habit of prattling, 
 "This is awful sweet," or " Its just lovely, just too lovely 
 for anything." 
 
 Perhaps you may be familiar with this baby language 
 even in New England. 
 
 To Mrs. C. fro7n A. T. Owen. 
 
 My dear and much-loved Mrs. Cheever: 
 
 I was delighted to receive your kind letter and to find 
 that your health is so much improved, and now I hope 
 you will return to New York quite fortified against the 
 severities of the winter. I knew you would feel the loss 
 of your pets, you loved them so much and took such a 
 deep interest in them. They can never cease to think of 
 you and love you, and they very often speak of you and 
 their dear uncle in the most affectionate manner. I 
 don't think there is another being on earth little Fan 
 loves so much as her uncle. Your little Johnny con- 
 tinues to love you dearly, and I have never seen him so 
 sweet and thoughtful with any one else. He is indeed a 
 lovely boy, the most noble-hearted and affectionate little 
 darling that ever lived. I always call him your boy, for I 
 think he is so like you in many ways. Fanny is also very 
 sweet and cunning, but as you know, a little perverse at 
 times. I keep up the constant habit of prayer with them 
 morning and evening; and we go out on Sabbath morn- 
 ings, when the weather permits, and play Sunday-school 
 in the woods. Fanny begins to pray very nicely, and it 
 seems to come from her heart. Little Milly is sweet, 
 
LETTERS. 35 
 
 and begins to speak very well, and I love the baby dearly, 
 on account of its name. I feel, my dear Mrs. Cheever, 
 very much the responsibility devolving on me with regard 
 to these dear children, and an ardent desire to lead tliem 
 in the right way^ — to point them to the Saviour, and to the 
 "blessed hope beyond the grave." Do continue to pray 
 for us, that I may have strength and grace to direct their 
 tender minds in the way that is most pleasing to God. I 
 shall feel the separation from you exceedingly, my dear 
 Mrs. Cheever, for I did not know how dearly I loved you 
 until I was away from you. How can I ever feel grate- 
 ful enough for all your kindness, or ever forget your 
 sweet, encouraging looks and words ! How much I shall 
 miss those delightful Sabbath evenings we spent with 
 the dear children in the parlor, and the many pleasant 
 hours we spent under your happy roof ! I have never 
 seen those dear little lambs so perfectly happy anywhere 
 else. Hoping soon to see you, ever lovingly yours, 
 
 Annie T. Owen. 
 
 From Dr. C. to Mrs. C. 
 
 Dearest Lizzie Love : 
 
 Though this letter may possibly not reach you before 
 the arrival of the writer, yet he chooses to drop it into the 
 office and let it take its chance. It is a fine, bright, clear, 
 cold, sparkling winter's morning, and the weather has 
 been of this type ever since our snow-storm, thougli the 
 drifts have somewhat interrupted the travelling, and the 
 sudden cold and unbroken ways keep our audiences this 
 week somewhat thin. To-night I expect to lecture in 
 Leominster, on the way back to Worcester, where I ex- 
 pect to spend Thursday, and hope, by God's blessing, to 
 be with you on Friday. I ought to have made arrange- 
 ments with you to write me at Worcester, for I long to 
 hear from you, dearest love, and how you do. I hope 
 you have not been lonely, nor down-hearted, nor sick, nor 
 in prison, except on your visits of mercy, where may the 
 Lord bless your efforts. We hear of nothing more being 
 done to crush the Rebellion, and begin to think there is 
 no actual intention of doing anything more, except by 
 compromise. Meantime the people are wide asleep and 
 like men walking in a dream, muttering and helpless, 
 
36 APPENDIX. 
 
 and what is more, unwilling and even angry if you strive 
 to wake them up. Nevertheless we may still hope that 
 God will work for us, and at the darkest hour will appear 
 for our deliverance. In the mount it shall be seen. The 
 Lord keep you, dearest love, and bless you. 
 
 Ever your loving husband, 
 
 George. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Cousin Mrs, Lee, 
 
 My very dear Cousin : 
 
 Many thanks for your charming letter from Lauterbach. 
 I most truly appreciate your loving kindness in writing 
 so often, and I can assure you your letters are highly en- 
 joyed. Mary Hoppin sent me recently your two last, 
 with one from your dear Mary to Josephine, which was 
 very kind. I was very glad to learn of your grand- 
 daughter's recovery, and her happiness in having her 
 dear little babe spared to lier. How happy you all seem in 
 eacli other! It is charming. What, dear cousin, is more 
 beautiful than a united, happy family; and what a fore- 
 shadowing of that home in heaven, where all is love and 
 joy ! Your trip in the summer to Ems with your dear 
 ones, and the Emperor's flattering attentions must have 
 been very pleasant and gratifying to yourself ;iiid chil- 
 dren. I am so glad you are happy in your loved ones, 
 and hope it will continue far into tlie future. From one 
 of your letters, dear cousin, I feared that you might have 
 received erroneous impressions of my habit of imparting 
 knowledge and instruction to my servants. I was led to 
 it by reflecting on the neglect, almost universal, of Chris- 
 tian families to provide their servants whom God had 
 committed to tlieir care with spiritual and mental food 
 for the elevation of their immortal natures. In many cases 
 servants are left entirely uninstnicted and unguarded, as 
 if they were not responsible beings. This is especially 
 the case with Roman Catholic servants, who are left to 
 the entire dominion of their priests, who keep them in 
 ignorance of -the Bible, and of the Lord Jesus Chi-ist as 
 the only Saviour. The fiction and poetry you would 
 have me drop are such books as would make important 
 spiritual and historical truths attractive, and create a 
 taste for something higher and better than the niiiss of 
 dime novels now flooding the country, and with which 
 
LETTERS. 37 
 
 the servants are abundantly supplied : and for want of 
 better reading and instruction, are in many cases feasting 
 upon them, and corrupting both morals and manners. 
 
 I have learned recently, to my gratification, frorri the 
 Wetmore Memorial, that some of my good ancestors, in 
 early days, were in the habit of reading to their servants 
 and instructing them in the principles of the Gospel, and 
 by their teachings were instrumental in making their 
 lives here good and useful, and in preparing them for the 
 life to come. I hope I may be successful in my eflforts, 
 and am inclined to think I inherited the desire from 
 them to labor for such, for I feel happy in so doing, and 
 think their example worthy following. Our good and 
 gifted Aunt Whittlesey, my grandfather's half-sister, and 
 Fred Chauncey's grandmother, was an example, and her 
 household was esteemed a model Christian home, and 
 she was treated by her servants with the greatest defer- 
 ence and respect. I wish you could see the volume ; it 
 dates far back, and gives a most interesting account of 
 Colonial times and of the early settlers in the Connecti- 
 cut colony. Youf family is mentioned. It is a large vol- 
 ume, and I had no idea that we were such an extensive 
 family. We are now settled at home, and John Taylor is 
 living opposite to us ; but it is only temporary, as he in- 
 tends to move in the spring. He has a most interesting 
 family and we enjoy having them near us. His youngest 
 boy has mother's family name, Wyatt Warner, on her 
 father's side, and is a bright, darling little fellow of two 
 and a half years. 
 
 Extract of Letter from Mr. Jay Odell. 
 
 Dear Sir : 
 
 I feel as if I would like to volunteer a word of encour- 
 agement to you in your great efforts to bring the teach- 
 ings of God's Word to bear upon the conscience of pro- 
 fessed Christiana in our land, in reference to the sin of 
 slave-holding. Though a stranger personally to you, yet 
 I am very well acquainted with you through your writ- 
 ings. I have been greatly strengthened and encouraged 
 by the illustration of truth as presented by you. 
 
 From my early life I have endeavored to do the same 
 thing with all the ability and wisdom I possessed, and 
 all this I could gather by going to school to you. Be 
 
38 APPENDIX. 
 
 assured that multitudes of young men are coming up 
 under the same instructor to become sooner or later 
 mighty opposers of this great iniquity. They frequently 
 remark to me tliat they must have the Independent, and 
 the greatest attraction is the instruction derived from 
 your communications. You are thus educating the con- 
 sciences of the people, and ere long the result will appear 
 for tfte honor and glory of God, for the spread of truth, 
 and the liberation of the oppressed. 
 
 My prayer to God is, that you may live to wield the 
 hammer of Truth these many years yet, even until op- 
 pression in our land shall cease, and that you may with 
 your own eyes see its end, and with your ears hear the 
 shouts of freedom from the last bondsman in America. 
 This word of encouragement I most heartily give, for I 
 reflect that you, tliough a faithful watchman on the walls 
 of Zion, are mortal, like others ; and since you have so 
 long bent the back, the head, and the heart to this great 
 and mighty work of benevolence, and done it, too, when 
 you had good reason to look for approbation and co-oper- 
 ation from other laborers in the ministry, but instead 
 thereof have received from them rebuke, contumely, dis- 
 fellowship, scorn, hatred, and all manner of evil speaking, 
 it may be refreshing and cheering to you, as it always 
 is to the reformer, to hear the voice of approbation and 
 friendship. Work on then ! Imagine you hear in yonder 
 future world the songs and shouts of gladness by vast 
 multitudes of those who shall have been redeemed by the 
 blood of Christ, and brought into His Kingdom through 
 your labors and instrumentality, because their bonds were 
 broken and they have been permitted to hear, know, and 
 understand God's truth for themselves, Think, my 
 brother, what a glorious crown you shall wear if you re- 
 main faithful to the end ! What a multitude of stars shall 
 adorn your crown of rejoicing in the day when Christ 
 shall reward His laborers on earth according to the 
 amount of good work they have done ! Right over 
 against this thought, and in contrast with it, another is 
 now suggested to my mind. In no place in the Bible has 
 God told us that an apologist for wrong-doing, as such, 
 shall ever add a star to his crown of rejoicing. Smite 
 on them ! Smite the oppressor. Smite the apologist 
 for oppression. Smite those who " sew pillows to the 
 armholes of oppressors." Smite those who care not if 
 oppression is done. Smite them all with the hammer of 
 
LETTERS. 39 
 
 God's truth. Ere long- this iniquity will be broken in 
 pieces. Yea, now long seams have been made in this 
 great rock, and I know of no one in our land who has 
 done so much to make them as you. God and Christ 
 bless you, and give you strength and wisdom all your 
 days. Yours in Christ, Jay Odell. 
 
 From Mr. Gajani to Mrs. C. 
 
 My dear Mrs. Cheever: 
 
 It is very long since I am deprived of the advantage of 
 seeing you. I remember always with gratitude and satis- 
 faction every kind of attention and favors I have received 
 from you and Dr. Cheever, to whom I am indebted also 
 for moral precious gifts. I shall never forget how much 
 I am indebted to you. 
 
 I am here in the house of Mr. Roberti, an Italian gen- 
 tleman, who keeps a Young Ladies' School. My friend 
 Mr. Foresti came here expressly to present me to his 
 friends. As now I can speak English a little, I have been 
 encouraged to deliver some lectures on the last revolu- 
 tion of Rome, and I am willing to make an attempt to 
 do it about on the 20th day of next September. In the 
 meantime I continue to study your language. If I can 
 make myself understood, I hope to be able 10 denounce 
 some secret works of the Pope and Jesuits not yet well 
 known. 
 
 Present my best respects to Rev. Dr. Cheever, and be- 
 lieve me truly your affectionate friend, 
 
 G. Gajani. 
 
 From Mr. Gajani to Dr. C. 
 
 My dear Pastor : 
 
 Your kind note of the 17th instant afforded me great 
 consolation ; I thank you above all for the blessed words 
 with which you remind me of my religious duties. It 
 would be too bad for me to forget them when the Lord 
 gives me so many tokens of His divine grace. I relied 
 upon Him when I had very gloomy days, and now I pray 
 to Him with all my heart, acknowledging His benefits. 
 Gloomy days may yet come, but the Lord will constantly 
 be my refuge : neither excessive fear nor tumultuous joy 
 will be able to trouble my heart, because I take all from 
 
40 APPENDIX. 
 
 the hand of God. I pr.iy often for you ;ind Mrs. Cheever, 
 ever grateful for all that both of you have done for my 
 spiritual and temporal welfare. My book so far lias met 
 with success. Professor Silliman informed nie that one 
 of his servant girls, almost entirely perverted and brought 
 to Papacy by a false friend, has been restored and con- 
 firmed in the Protestant faith by the perusal of my book. 
 This was the most acceptable triumph for me, for it is 
 something really useful. I strictly avoided speaking of 
 too bad things through fear of scandalizing instead of 
 teaching, for we are all sinners and subjected to tempta- 
 tions. Now I have acquired a certain credit as a lecturer ; 
 the season is almost over now, but I have saved money 
 to support me during the summer. I intend to devote 
 myself to study and to prepare lectures on several diflfer- 
 ent subjects which I consider important. One of them 
 is the History of Reformation in Italy. I will present it 
 to the public in the shape of sketches concerning the 
 lives and characters of the most prominent men and 
 women who suffered martyrdom for that cause in Italy. 
 At the end of May I will be over with some engagements 
 which I have taken here in Roxbury, and then I intend 
 to be in New York for a few days before going to the 
 West, where I have some lectures to deliver. I long to 
 see you, Mrs. Cheever, and all my good friends. 
 
 Pray God for me, and remember me to the members of 
 your congregation who know me. Believe me truly de- 
 voted and afifectionate to you. 
 
 S. Gajani. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mr. Washburn. 
 
 My dear Mr. Washburn : 
 
 This is the first day of a new year, and I very much de- 
 sire to send you my congratulations on your renewed 
 good health, which is the greatest of all earthly blessings, 
 good husbands and wives excepted. Indeed it is a ques- 
 tion whether these are earthly blessings, being more prob- 
 ably angels in disguise. We have divine authority that a 
 good wife is from the Lord, and Solomon meant a good 
 husband too, but did not dare to say it, as his conscience 
 would rebuke him. I don't wonder, for in looking over 
 the record we find he had seven hundred, and his wives 
 turned away his heart, which made him a very bad hus- 
 
LETTERS. 41 
 
 band. Now, dear Mr. Washburn, you are a happy man, 
 following Paul, and not Solomon, " being the husband of 
 one wife, and thoroughly furnished unto all good works." 
 We learn that you and your wife are making all happy 
 around you with your liberal hearts. Now we conclude 
 you must be pretty well and rapidly gaining flesh, for 
 Solomon, who is my authority, says : The liberal soul 
 shall be made fat, and he that watereth shall be also 
 watered himself. But I can assure you of one thing: 
 Solomon, being a great natural philosopher, was not 
 green enough to drink, green tea, and the knowing, ex- 
 perienced tea dealers here assure us that Japanese tea is 
 green, and invariably binds up the system, and this is one 
 reason which prompts me to write you and caution you 
 against the use of it, though your good wife may think it 
 notional. 
 
 Extract of Letter from Mrs. C. to a Roman Catholic Girl, 
 Mary. 
 
 Englewood, N. J. 
 My friend Mary : 
 
 I was very glad to see you yesterday. But noiv, Mary, 
 don't think from our conversation yesterday that I 
 wanted to convert you to Protestantism. I have no de- 
 sire to proselyte, but in love to win souls to Christ, the 
 Living Head, and the only life of our souls. All true be- 
 lievers in Christ are tlie true Church, to whatever de- 
 nomination they belong, and He is head over all things. 
 Thank God we have His word to guide us, and in it He 
 says: "Come unto me, and him that cometh unto me I 
 will in no wise cast out." He does not say, go to any 
 other creature, man or woman, or any ceremony or 
 church for salvation, but to Him, with the humble, con- 
 trite prayer, "God be merciful to me a sinner." Lord, 
 make me clean. Give me a new heart and renew a right 
 spirit within me. Christ is the only Mediator between 
 God and man. And oh, Mary, what a privilege that we 
 can go tO'the dear, loving Saviour direct without money 
 and without price ! It is wicked presumption in any liv- 
 ing man to pretend to the power of forgiving sin, when 
 only God can, and we must trust in God alone. He is 
 an all sufficient Saviour. What He requires of us is heart- 
 worship, to love and pray to Him in sincerity ; He will 
 
42 APPENDIX. 
 
 accept no other form of worship, for He looks only on 
 the heart. All forms, fastings, and ceremonies are noth- 
 ing and less than nothing without it, for He looks only on 
 the heart. May God illumine all our hearts by His Holy 
 Spirit, and prepare us for tliat long eternity to which we 
 are all fast hastening, and for happiness in those blessed 
 mansions which He has prepared for all those who love 
 and trust Him. Remember me to your daughter and 
 sons, wishing for them all God's protecting care and love. 
 Ever your well-wisher. 
 
 E. H. C. 
 
 From Mrs. C. io Dr. Prime. 
 
 I have had some most interesting letters from our 
 cousins, who are noAv residing at Berlin, and wish I could 
 read them to you. They are great admirers of your 
 paper and of your views in regard to the Papacy, in 
 which I sympathize as heartily as they do. In a late 
 letter from Mrs. Lee, in answer to a hope we had ex- 
 pressed that Prince Bismarck would never enter into 
 diplomatic relations with the Vatican, she expresses so 
 strongly her views of the matter, that I am tempted to 
 give, in part, her own vigorous language as to the Papacy 
 and its head. " With my whole heart," she says, " do I 
 wish that,tlie civilized world would break off all connec- 
 tion with that man of sin who has done, and still con- 
 tinues and causes to be done, such monstrous wrongs to 
 the doctrine of Christ, and his giving absolution for sins, 
 that make one shudder." Now some persons may regard 
 this as extravagant, but my husband and myself are of 
 one mind with Mrs. Lee, that these assumptions of the 
 omnipotence and infallibility of Christ, as head over all 
 things to the Church, and above all, the assertion of 
 power to forgive sin, are indeed such a concentration of 
 impiety against God, and cruelty against man, as would 
 justify the excommunication of such a kingdom from the 
 family of nations. 
 
 Rev. S. Irenaus Pri7ne to Dr. and Mrs. C. 
 
 Dear Dr. and Mrs. Cheever: 
 
 Mrs. Sage and I have not ceased to feel the refreshment 
 and enjoyment of our last Thursday's visit to your de- 
 
LETTERS. 43 
 
 lightful home. I have been waiting for a leisure hour in 
 which to write, but no such hour will come. We, Mrs. 
 Prime and I, are going to Saratoga on Thursday, and I 
 am working to the top of my bent to get some writing 
 done to leave behind me. Mrs. Sage and I had a regular 
 outing. She never enjoyed an excursion and visit more ; 
 she was a child again. At X. A., on Saturday evening, I 
 described to the brethren the visit, the grounds, the trees, 
 the waters, — forgetting the bullfrogs, — and they were all 
 greatly interested in hearing from and of you. 
 
 We reached home pleasantly before dark. Mrs. Prime 
 was glad that we had gone, but wished she could have 
 been with us. She gets about with difficulty. Lily is 
 still at Atlantic City. I hope we shall meet you both at 
 Saratoga this summer. We will be there until July, and 
 how much longer I do not know. Next Sunday I preach 
 my fiftieth anniversary sermon since my ordination at 
 Ballston. With pleasant memories of a lively visit, and 
 sending Mrs. Sage's love, as she desired me to an hour 
 ago, I am affectionately yours, 
 
 S. iRENiEus Prime. 
 
 Extract of Letter of Sympathy from Mrs. C. to Mrs. 
 Irenaus Prime. 
 
 I have been prevented from writing you sooner to ex- 
 press our heartfelt sorrow and sympathy for you in your 
 great and sudden bereavement. It is indeed overwhelm- 
 mg, and we have felt it very deeply, because your beloved 
 husband was so recently with us, apparently in excellent 
 health and spirits, giving great pleasure, and apparently 
 receiving the same in our deeply interested social circle. 
 
 Oh, how little we dreamed that this would be the last 
 opportunity of such grateful intercourse with him on 
 earth ! His loss is a deep affliction to us, as to multitudes 
 of others, and filled us with grief, and made us somewhat 
 sensible of the bitter effect of such a vacancy in your own 
 happy household. But oh, how much consolation God 
 has given you in the blissful assurance that all your dear 
 family will, in God's good time, be reunited with him in 
 heaven, to part no more ! And then to think how much 
 good your beloved husband has accomplished in the 
 world by his admirable writings. There is not an editor 
 in the United States to be compared to him. 
 
44 APPENDIX. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Miss S. Waters. 
 
 My dear Sarah: 
 
 Your kind, pleasant letter was received while I was 
 suffering intensely from my old enemy, neuralgia in ray 
 head, so that I could not sooner write to thank you for 
 your kind remembrance of us. The New Year makes us 
 think of the friends that are left to us, and it is so pleasant 
 to know that we are not forgotten. Your kindness in 
 writing, dear Sarah, is much appreciated, and I value and 
 enjoy your letters. I hope you all continue well. We 
 send you our warm greetings for the New Year, and 
 earnestly hope all will go well with you. I sometimes 
 long to see you all, for the remembrance of past kind.- 
 nesses and your pleasant, hospitable home is very de- 
 lightful to us. We hope you all will come some day and 
 enjoy with us our pleasant, rural home. I am glad your 
 uncle Palmer is so well, and wish lie could come and see 
 us. No one would be more welcome. He must enjoy 
 having the sweet poet Whittier for a neighbor. I wish 
 we could have a visit from him as well. Tell your uncle 
 to come and bring his friend with him. Our picturesque, 
 lovely scenery would charm him, and he would find a 
 warm sympathizer in my own poet, who can beat him all 
 hollow in making poetry to order once a year. Quite 
 unrivalled. You would be filledjwith admiration could you 
 see it. I forgot, however, that such inspiration is impos- 
 sible for old bachelors ! Let them only get married, and 
 their very prose will be poetry every day, and their wives 
 will keep scrap-books which shall make their fame im- 
 perishable. 
 
 Extract of Letter from Mr. Waters to Mrs. C. 
 
 I was very glad to hear from you and the Doctor after 
 so long an interval. No week passes but I think over the 
 memories of the years that have gone, and few afford me 
 more pleasure tlian the remembrance of the delightful 
 visits at your home in New York. For the last two years 
 I have had strangers for my housekeepers; so I sit alone 
 in my library and look into my good, old-fashioned ivood 
 lire, and memory is busy in living over the past again. 
 
 I often think of your great kindness in these repeated 
 and pressing invitations to visit your home at Englewood, 
 
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 4B 
 
 and I am truly grateful to you and the Doctor for this 
 kind remembrance of your old friend. It saddens Iny 
 spirits to think that most of my earlier friends have gone 
 to their rest, and I am expecting, after a few more fleeting 
 days, possibly it may be years, to follow them. It is a 
 solemn matter to sit alone and contemplate our departure 
 hence, to pass the boundaries of time into the Eternal 
 World; but a firm trust in Christ will carry us safely 
 through to rejoin the dear ones who have preceded us to 
 their eternal home in heaven. Oh, what unspeakable 
 joys are soon to open to our vision ! Our adorable 
 Redeemer said, " In my Father's house are many man- 
 sions ; I go to prepare a filace for you." May God enable 
 us to press on till we reach that blessed abode. 
 
 And now, respecting a visit to your lovely home, I am 
 afraid to promise you a visit. I want to see you and the 
 Doctor as mucli as you can desire to see me, but what 
 may happen between now and May we cannot tell. If 
 life and health should be continued to us, and a kind 
 Providence favors, I will hope to see you again by making 
 you a short visit. My friend Whittier will be very grate- 
 ful for your renewed invitation, but his health is very 
 feeble, and he hardly dares to leave home for a night. 
 I enclose his poem to Dr. C. With sincere thanks for 
 all your kindness, and love to Doctor C, I remain 
 Most truly yours, 
 
 Richard P. Waters. 
 
 To Dr. C.from Mr. Waters. 
 
 I fear you don't enjoy a good appetite: and to have 
 this, some athletic exercise, such as sawing and splitting 
 a few logs of wood each day, or as I do, with a good, 
 sharp ax go into my wood-lot and hew down several 
 trees in a fine, cold morning, and return home in a couple 
 of hours eager for a hearty lunch. Mr. Gladstone, Eng- 
 land's great statesman, is quite an expert in hewing down 
 trees, and keeps a large wood-lot to exercise his skill 
 and preserve his robust health. In a conversation with 
 Mr. John G. Adams at his own \iO\x%t, forty years ago, he 
 told me that he for years had sawed and split all the 
 wood for a wood fire in his own sitting-room, as he and 
 Mrs. Adams preferred a wood fire to any other. So you 
 gee what illustrious examples I follow. How niuch dp 
 
46 APPENDIX. 
 
 you weigh ? I will guess about 140 lbs. I weigh 182 lbs., 
 and if you want to add 40 or 50 lbs. to your weight, just 
 buy a wood-lot and fell some trees now and tlien, and 
 saw and split enough to l<eep one good, old-fashioned 
 wood fire a-going, and you will eat lieartily by day, and 
 sleep sweetly and soundly by night. 
 
 I have not thought niucli about visiting the Philadel- 
 phia Centennial, yet it is possible, the Lord permitting, 
 that as the time draws nigh for its opening I may decide 
 to go, and shall certainly stop at Englewood to see you. 
 The thought often arises in my mind. Will our successors 
 ever see the second Centennial of this Republic.? I fear 
 not. We are becoming so fearfully corrupt as a nation, 
 government, and people, that our race will soon be run 
 unless we return to the Lord and do that which is right 
 in His sight. The love of gold is sinking the people to 
 their ruin. I read everything in regard to Moody and 
 Sankey's work which I see in the papers; and when I 
 pray for myself, offer up the prayer tliat God's blessing 
 may rest upon and abide with them. 
 
 From Mr. Richard Palmer Waters to Dr. C, 
 
 My dear Doctor : 
 
 Your letter of April 7th was duly received, and its 
 perusal again and again has afforded me much pleasure. 
 How wonderfully has the Lord led us during the many 
 years of intercourse and of remarkable Christian experi- 
 ence. I am sometimes lost in meditation on God's 
 unbounded care and goodness during these many years of 
 Christian experience and conflict; and I can truly say, 
 were I to live life over again, I would try to fight the 
 same gigantic evils — should they exist — which you and 
 our lamented and beloved Sumner fought wiih such 
 wonderful energy and success. 
 
 I am saddened day by day as I remember how many 
 of the faithful ones who were engaged with us in the 
 dreadful conflict with oppression have gone to their 
 reward. My own attachment to this world is becoming 
 less and less, as friend after friend departs, — and this is as 
 I would have it. 
 
 Yes, the kind-hearted Sultan, of whom you speak, 
 passed away some ten years since. The thought is com- 
 forting, which you suggest, " Possibly to the land of 
 blessed realities through some knowledge of a Saviour," 
 
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 From Mr. Waters to Dr. C. 
 
 My dear Dr. Cheever : 
 
 Many thanks for yours of the i8th and the Herald 
 which contained the Cooper Institute meeting. Your 
 speech was one of the best of your life, and it will be 
 read and strike terror to the hearts of slave-holders and 
 Northern apologists, and strengthen and make glad the 
 hearts of the friends of tlie slave. Notwithstanding the 
 tumult, it was a glorious meeting, and great good will 
 come of it. 
 
 Your Union meeting seems to be the subject for 
 ridicule among all our papers this way. Charles 
 O'Connor's speech will be a subject of ridicule for years 
 to come. I send with this a Boston Traveller, contain- 
 ing Phillips's address last Sabbath on the Puritan 
 Principle. 
 
 To Dr. C. from Mr. R. P. Waters. 
 
 My dear Dr. Cheever : 
 
 I write a hasty line to enquire respecting your plans for 
 coming on this way. I have been expecting to hear from 
 you for the past fortnight, but I well know that you are 
 overtasked with cares and anxieties at the present time, 
 which must more tlian consume all your time ;ind 
 strength. Yet the blessed Saviour is near you. He 
 knows just what aid you need amid all your conflicts with 
 the powers of sin, and is ever ready to do for you and 
 yours far exceeding what we may ask, or even think. 
 May you experience His gracious presence and aid at 
 all times. 
 
 Your article in last week's Independent is excellent. I 
 had a Baptist minister here on Saturday who spoke of 
 that article with great delight. It is a great privilege to 
 spread before tlie eyes of a hundred thousand readers 
 such articles as you prepare for the Independent week 
 after week. 
 
 I have wanted to tell you, and now I will, in a hurried 
 manner, how interested I have been in the pe.-usal of the 
 " Reply of the Church of the I-^uritans." It is withering, 
 annihilating to the protest and letter of the Malcontents. 
 
48 APPENDIX. 
 
 It is indeed a most triumphant reply. One that scatters 
 to tlie winds all their puerile and malicious side-issues, 
 and shows up to the world in a remarlcably clear, Christian 
 manner the true cause of their discontent. Ever after 
 this they are as dead men wherever this " Reply" is 
 read. 
 
 I may tell you, my old and valued friend, that the year 
 passed has been one of great trial. This great Kansas 
 emigrating enterprise has taken up most of my time, 
 thoughts, and money during the past eight months. 
 Being one of the Board of Managers, I have felt the im- 
 mense importance of Kansas being secured to freedom; 
 and as we could not bring the community to act timely 
 with us, a few have been obliged to stand by the cause 
 and peril their money to secure that fair land to freedom. 
 We trust that with God's help we shall prevent its being 
 cursed with slavery, aiid if we never get our money back, 
 it will be a sweet recollection during life that we have 
 done what we could for liberty in Kansas at a time when 
 it was in peril. It does seem as though both the Church 
 and the world were willing, as a general thing, to let 
 Kansas go by the board to the Missouri Slaveites. But 
 this must not be, and we believe cannot be. The mana- 
 gers of the New England Emigrant Aid Company have 
 faith to believe that God will bless their efforts and make 
 Kansas free. I may tell you also that I am elected to the 
 Mass. House of Representatives, and shall thus be in 
 Boston this winter. I am trying to raise money for a 
 church edifice for Lawrence, Kansas Territory. We have 
 two thousand dollars already subscribed. Can I do any- 
 thing if 1 come to N. Y. .' It has been a dreadful year 
 for losses in railroad stock, but while lite lasts we must 
 be doing with our might what our hands find to do. 
 
 Yours of the 28th ult. is this moment arrived. I did not 
 reply to your other letters, as I was waiting to learn 
 something definite in regard to your lecturing in Salem. 
 
 Yes, Mr. Webster has left us. His death was serene; 
 in many respects as we would wish a Christian to die. 
 Yet after all a consistent Christian life is the best evi- 
 dence of preparation for death. As to our country, God 
 will raise up the men to guide us in the future, as he has 
 
LETTERS. 49 
 
 in the past, if we look to him. Well, we are all dying! 
 This year has borne very many loved ones to the eternal 
 world, and a very thin veil separates us from them. 
 Yesterday was a darlt, unpleasant day, but God's house 
 was made cheerful and attractive by two excellent ser- 
 mons from the Rev. Mr. Southgate, of Ipswich — but I 
 must stop. 
 
 The Free Soil movement and my own private matters 
 occupy me so constantly that I have not a leisure moment. 
 Oh, for the time when I may find leisure to live and love 
 and stop at home ! Write soon. Kind love to Mrs. C. 
 Have you read Willis Hall's letter to the Clay Whigs of 
 N. Y. City.' . It is excellent. What more natural, more 
 wise — When the vessel in which I am embarked is driven 
 uDon the rocks by the winds of heaven, or by the treach- 
 erous act of the master, it is but the instinct of self- 
 preservation to bind myself to the largest fragment of 
 the wreck. That fragment is Free Soil. To that I will 
 cling till death shall loosen my grasp ! Amen and 
 Amen. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to u. dear Friend in England, the Winter 
 after our Return from Europe. 
 
 My very dear Friend : 
 
 I had just seated myself to write you this morning, when 
 your dear, sweet, affectionate letter was handed to me ; 
 and I can not express to you the relief and satisfaction I felt 
 to know that you were happily and comfortably settled in 
 your new abode. I have often thought of you, dear friend, 
 and felt for you in the trial of leaving your old home and 
 friends. I know full well what you must have suffered 
 with your feeling, sensitive heart; but, then, I had the"un- 
 speakable consolation that our God, the dear Friend who 
 is as changeless as Eternity, would stand by you, and could 
 strengthen, comfort, and support you. Oh, blessed privi- 
 lege, is it not.' to have such a Friend, and to be allowed, in 
 our distress and suffering, to throw ourselves into his arms, 
 and there in his compassionating bosom hide our sorrows 
 and gri'efs, knowing that we can trust him, for he loveth 
 and careth for us! What infinite love I 
 
 I wish, dearest friend, 1 could see you this morning, to 
 
56 APPENDIX. 
 
 talk with you on this theme, and of God's unspeakable 
 goodness, his loving-kindnesses and tetider mercies. I am 
 feeling daily (for which I praise God) a stronger desire to 
 live nearer to him, and to love him more, and to have 
 others love him more. I have been mucli occupied 
 through the winter, or I should have written you ere this. 
 These are eventful times, and we have much work to do. 
 My dear husband has been most indefatigable in his la- 
 bors, and I am glad to say his efforts have not been in 
 vain. I cannot tell you how thankful I have felt, as well 
 as our dear church, that he was, through your kind efforts 
 andthoseof other friends in England and Scotland, enabled 
 to proclaim from his pulpit, to the vast audiences that have 
 thronged to hear him, the messages. of God in regard to 
 our National Guilt. From our church it has spread over 
 the land, as you have probably seen by the papers which 
 I have occasionally sent you. His invitation to preach in 
 the Hall of Representatives at Washington, the great 
 crowds that gathered to hear him on the subject of Slave- 
 ry, as also to the State Legislature of Pennsylvania, and 
 of our own State, has been declared by the public jour- 
 nals to be one of the greatest triumphs of our day, and 
 is, together with the President's Message to Congress to 
 consider the subject of Emancipation, very encouraging. 
 We begin now to feel very hopeful, and that the day is not 
 very far distant when every yoke shall be broken and the 
 oppressed set free. I was perfectly delighted with your 
 photograph of Sherwood, — and how kind of you to send 
 it ! — and I shall highly prize it. My faithful husband is 
 quite in love with it. He encloses a little note of acknowl- 
 edgment of your kindness, and is thankful for the will- 
 ingness of the people all to hear the truth and sustain it. 
 And now, will our own people sustain it, and carry it 
 forth in the education of their children of this generation 
 in our own country.' This is the great question, on the 
 settlement of which our future destiny depends. We 
 have reason to fear the establishment of a Constitutional 
 despotism against the freedom of the teaching of God's 
 Word from childhood for our own Government, and for 
 the millions of immigrating foreign populations from 
 nearly all nations crowding upon our shores and permit- 
 ted the privilege of voting, often without being able to 
 read our own language, or even to spell the names of 
 those printed upon their votes, whom they are invited to 
 set in oflBce over us. 
 
APPENDIX. 5 1 
 
 Letter to Dr. C. from Mr. Washburn. 
 
 Worcester, Jan. 13,- 1859. 
 
 My very, very dear Brother : 
 
 Dear Elizabeth and myself are running over with joy 
 and gratitude, having just read your kind note to her 
 under date of the nth. It is really refreshing to be ad- 
 vised of such a demonstration as your people have made 
 in your behalf as the fearless advocate of a whole gospel. 
 I am quite certain that it will not only cheer and strengthen 
 your heart, but it will tell on the interests of the cause as 
 nothing else could at this time, when so many throughout 
 the land are desiring and predicting your failure to main- 
 tain the high and glorious position which you so nobly 
 sustained in the advocacy of a free pulpit and a pure Gos- 
 pel. We do, my dear brother, feel a warm sympathy with 
 you in your trials, and rejoice exceedingly with you in 
 these expressions of love and affection for you by your 
 beloved people, and for their appreciation of the princi- 
 ples which you have made so prominent in your public 
 ministrations. This thing was not done in a corner; 
 thousands of hearts throughout the land, who are in sym- 
 pathy with you, will rejoice and give thanks. You will, 
 I know, dear brother, receive it as given for Christ's sake. 
 May your dear people receive a ricii spiritual blessing, as 
 the seal of the Master's approbation. We are looking for- 
 ward with much interest to the time when we are to expect 
 you again to visit us, and rejoice much in the hope that 
 your dear wife will be able to come with you. 
 Affectionately yours, 
 
 IcHABOD Washburn. 
 
 G. B. C.'s Letter to Mr. Daniel Drake Smith. 
 
 Englewood, July 25, 1874. 
 
 My dear Mr. Smith : 
 
 My wife thinks, and so do I, that we ought at once to have 
 made an apology for the bad conduct of our cow in breaking 
 into your garden, and to have begged an account of dam- 
 ages, — especially as John told us that when your gardener 
 learned that it was our cow that had done the mischief, 
 ke generously let her off scot-free. We are quite troubled 
 at the matter, and if there were no other way of adjust- 
 ment, you might put your cow for a night or so into our 
 garden, — only she couldnotdoso much mischief here, and 
 I should beg to have some one to watch her and keep her 
 
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 LETTERS. 
 
 out of Mrs. Cheever's flowers. Otherwise it would be a 
 fair exchange, though it would do no good that I can 
 think of. Our vegetables are not so numerous nor so rich 
 nor so well advanced as yours; but still a good amount of 
 desolation might be accomplished by two cows even in two 
 hours, provided they both went at it with a good appetite. 
 I am informed there were two, and that Dolly's accom- 
 plice (our cow's name i« Dolly) was Mr. Coe's large and 
 frisky calf. So it was Dolly & Co., — a very respectable 
 firm of quadrupedal burglars. Now, I know nothing 
 about Mr. Coe's method of developing or educating 
 calves, but I really should not wonder if there has been 
 some great mistake or cultivation or indulgence of some 
 vicious tendency, which the calf, becoming intimate in 
 the same pasture, may have taught Dolly. For Dolly is 
 not at all flighty or frisky, much less addicted to fence- 
 breaking, and is so modest and gentle and withal retiring, 
 that she would never intrude either on corn or clover, ex- 
 cept through an open gate, or when she saw that the bars 
 had been taken down, and took it as an invitation, per- 
 haps, to a lunch-party. Some other cow must have made 
 a breach in Mr. Coe's fences, and then Dolly followed Mr. 
 Coe's calf through the opening, and then possibly some 
 gate in your premises may have been left open by accident, 
 for I cannot think that either Mr. Coe's calf or our Dolly 
 would go so far as to make a breach for themselves, as on 
 purpose ; but if either was so vicious as that, I feel sure it 
 was the calf that set the example, in which case Dolly is 
 not so much to blame. It must be said, however, in apol- 
 ogy for either or both, that Mr. Coe's pasture is very 
 poor in grass and plentiful in white-weed, which I know 
 to be Dolly's abomination, and I doubt if it ever grew in 
 Eden or in Mr. Darwin's locality of primeval man. There 
 is perhaps no way of accounting for Dolly's conduct, ex- 
 cept we throw ourselves on Darwin's philosophy, and sup- 
 pose that this extraordinary freak in her is merely a proof 
 of the truth of his theory of evolution and natural selec- 
 tion. It is, in that case, evidently the recurrence or res- 
 urrection of the tastes of savage life, tendencies of a hun- 
 dred thousand years ago, when men, monkeys, and cows 
 (for the cow, being a domestic animal, was certainly con- 
 temporaneous with man, whenever his perfection as a 
 savage came about) ; tendencies on Mr. Darwin's theory 
 not yet eliminated, but ready to break out and assert their 
 parentage, whenever external circumstances and such a 
 
APPENDIX. S3 
 
 areature as Dolly came under the notice of natural selec- 
 tion. We ought all doubtless to be more on our guard in 
 respect to all animals, because we know not what extrava- 
 gance of antique savageness or cunning may at any time 
 turn up in them, or turn them topsy-turvy. Dolly is 
 doubtless descended from those primeval herds that in- 
 habited what is now called the Isle of Man, before the 
 British continent was broken from the mainland. When 
 the submergence came and the emergence afterwards, by 
 which processesthere was the break up intoislands,someof 
 Dolly's ancestors swam across the Atlantic, which was then 
 but a narrow channel. Now putting together these facts, 
 namely, Alderney nature in the animal, a very poor pasture, 
 a breach in the fence, a sudden revival of old savageness, 
 or what Mr. Darwin calls atavism, and at the same time a 
 gate left open in a rich neighboring garden, full of delic- 
 ious beets, carrots, young corn, and so forth, and natural 
 selection always on the watch for improvement of the 
 species or survival of the fittest, and we have the inevita- 
 ble consequence just as it turned out. Doubtless, as an 
 enthusiastic theorist, you ought to preserve your desolated 
 beet-beds and Dolly's history as one of the most con- 
 vincing proofs of the truth of Mr. Darwin's speculations 
 on the origin of species and of man. 
 
 Dolly proves herself an excellent scientific experimen- 
 talist concerning the value of change and variety of diet. 
 Since her night raid into your garden our cream has been 
 unusually rich and sweet. If your zeal for agricultural 
 science inclines you to more experiments of this kind, we 
 would very willingly put Dolly at your service as an ex- 
 pert or manipulator, wlio takes nothing on trust, or at 
 second-hand, but satisfies herself by actual knowledge. 
 Whatsoever you think best in reparation for her mischief, 
 she or we together will most gladly accomplish. 
 
 Ever most truly your obliged friend and neighbor, 
 
 G. B. Cheever. 
 
 Letter to Dr. Cheever from Mr. Danl. Drake Smith. 
 Monday Evening, July 27, '74. 
 
 My DEAR Doctor : 
 
 I have carefully perused your epistle, in which you 
 have thought to extenuate the faults of Dolly by throwing 
 the mantle of Darwin over her ; but it is too small to 
 cover her bad deeds, and if she should be disposed to 
 
54 LETTERS. 
 
 resume her nightly walks and make us a third visitation, 
 we shall be forced to call upon "angels and ministers of 
 grace to defend us." 
 
 I know not whether Darwin's principle of the survival 
 of the fittest is to be exemplified, as you think, by Dolly's 
 career, but the experimental course that famous cow has 
 been pursuing would, in primeval and ruder ages, have 
 been more likely to conduct her to the " pound," or even 
 to the shambles, than to eventuate in her producing a 
 superior race of lacteal dispensers. The pasture in Mr. 
 Coe's lot may, for aught I know, be inferior to that which 
 whilom was in Eden ; but I am inclined to believe that 
 Dolly shares Adam's original sin, and indeed I am not 
 quite sure that his repentant soul, in its metempsychosis, has 
 not at last entered Dolly's body, and that under the temp- 
 tation, as you allege, of Coe's "frisky calf," it has been re- 
 peating in my garden the sin that drove it out of Eden 
 into Coe's poor pasture-lot. At any rate, I accept this 
 theory as more applicable to the case than that of Dar- 
 win's ; but as the old law of retaliation for sins committed 
 is not now in vogue (or at least ought not to be), instead of 
 leaving your garden gate open on Thursday evening next, 
 as foolish people do, in order that our co\n may enter, and 
 have " a beet for a beet," et cetera, Mrs. Smith and I have 
 concluded to call the account "square," if you and Mrs. 
 Cheever will do us the honor to come on that evening and 
 take tea with us, at 7 o'clock. 
 
 With much esteem and friendship, 
 
 Your neighbor, 
 
 Danl. Drake Smith. 
 
 Revd. Geo. B. Cheever, Englewood. 
 
 Letter from Mr. Longfellow to Dr. Cheever. 
 
 Cambridge, March 3, 1875. 
 My dear Cheever : 
 
 I am very glad to hear that you have consented to de- 
 liver the Oration on the fifteenth anniversary of our Class, 
 particularly as I am to read a poem on the occasion. 
 
 By agreement with the Committee, it is to be a Saluta- 
 tory poem, to come before the Oration. In this sense I 
 have written it, and I hope the arrangement will be agree- 
 able to you. 
 
 I shall not be long, — not more than fifteen or twenty 
 minutes, — and you shall have the honors of the Valedic- 
 tory. 
 
APPENDIX. 55 
 
 How glad I shall be to see your face once more, after so 
 long a separation ; and how glad I am already that we are 
 to he brought together in this pleasant way ! 
 
 With affectionate remembrance, yours always, 
 
 Henry W. Longfellow. 
 
 Letter to an early Classmate on the Death of Longfellow. 
 
 My dear Friend and Classmate : 
 
 f ought to have thanked you earlier for your kind atten- 
 tion in sending me the account of the Portland celebra- 
 tion of our dear Longfellow's birth-day. Mrs. Cheever as 
 well as myself was deeply interested in it, and greatly 
 obliged to you for it ; but now how sad and painful the 
 intelligence of his death ! 
 
 It will bring a flood of tender associations and memo- 
 ries of scenes, conversations, studies, walks, friendships, to 
 mind ; and the circle so long ago, of which he was quite 
 the centra! spirit and attraction —so gentle, genial, refined, 
 and in the youthful buddmg of that great poetical 
 genius, which since then, for more than fifty years, has 
 been gradually blossoming to perfection, till its fiowers 
 and fragrance, its tenderness and beauty, are filling the 
 world. 
 
 His death seems to us sudden, and fills us with sad- 
 ness and grief ; but how wonderfully ripe and perfect, and 
 abundant in beautiful and precious fruits, the volumes of 
 his genius, through so many years of rich and varied 
 study and culture, travel and leisure, teaching and learn- 
 ing, with lessons of wisdom and love, out of the heart, for 
 all races and households. 
 
 Well, our dear and admired and universally honored 
 and beloved youthful classm:;te can no more speak to us 
 on earth ! May we be permitted, through God's infinite 
 mercy and grace in Christ Jesus, to meet him in heaven, 
 and with him sing the song of Moses and the Lamb ! We 
 talked at our fiftieth anniversary celebration of the good- 
 ness of God in sparing so many of the Class so long, and of 
 the uncertainty of longer life to any of the number then 
 greeting each other ; and now -the loveliest reigning star 
 ill that sacred meeting is gone from our sight, in the light 
 of eterniiy. Methinks the melody and tender pathos of 
 his MORITURI poem, at our semi-centennial gathering, 
 comes back to us now, as from a golden harp on the 
 Other side, and tells us every one, " Be ye ready for your 
 
56 LETTERS. 
 
 setting and your rising again in eternal glory, in Him who 
 is the Resurrection and the Life." God grant that we may 
 indeed be ready. And do we not feel more deeply, now 
 that Longfellow is gone, that every new day of our own 
 life, is an infinitely precious added gift from God for 
 prayer and praise, and the Life Everlasting.? It is in- 
 deed so, and makes us mindful again of the Poet's early 
 lesson : 
 
 " Life is real, life is earnest. 
 
 And the grave is not its goal. 
 Dust thou art, to dust returnest. 
 
 Was not spoken of the soul. 
 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow. 
 
 Is our destined end or way. 
 
 But to act, that each to-morrow 
 
 Find us better than to-day !" 
 
 Who can do that but by Grace Divine, which may God 
 in tender mercy grant us every day ! 
 
 With kindest regards to you all, most affectionately 
 your friend and classmate, 
 
 G. B. C. 
 
 Extract from a letter received from Rev. Elias Bond, 
 Missionary for many years, of the American Board, in 
 the Sandwich Islands.* 
 
 The book of your brother I prize very highly, as afford- 
 ing me another glimpse of its author at his best. Age 
 does not seem to tell on him. The old fire and the old 
 power have in no wise abated. I have just been reading 
 the volume, and have received great benefit therefrom. 
 Forty years ago I read Gaussen 's Theopneusty, and thought 
 the theory of Verbal Inspiration was safe and sure. Of 
 late years, however, so many of our leading men have ap- 
 parently yielded that ground, or at least held it in uncer- 
 tainty, that my thoughts as to inspiration have been in a 
 most unpleasant state of doubt — unrest. Now, thank God, 
 I find myself back again on the old ground, securely an- 
 chored, I think, forever. If we can't make a stand on the 
 ground of Verbal Inspiration, I despair of finding any rest 
 for the sole of my foot in anything. 
 
 If the Sacred Scriptures are full of blemishes, alas for 
 us poor, forlorn children ! We are of all men most miser- 
 
 ♦Thisletterwas written in behalf of the book entitled "God's Time Piece 
 for Man's Eternity," a most gratifying proof of the ueed pf such ^ vpluine. 
 
APPENDIX. 57 
 
 able. With most affectionate regards from your loving 
 Brother in Christ, 
 
 Elias Bond. 
 
 Extract of Letter from Mrs. Cheever to Dr. Cheever. 
 
 I hope your message to the Ninevites will do good, and 
 cause them to cry mightily unto God, for who can tell if 
 " He will repent, and turn away His fierce anger, and the 
 country perish not"? "God is a gracious God, and merci- 
 ful, slow to anger, and of great kindness." 
 
 Letter to Dr. Cheever, from Mr. Neil Smith, of Aberdeen. 
 
 Aberdeen, Sept. lo, 1862. 
 My dear Dr. Cheever : 
 
 I cannot tell you how often I have thought of dropping 
 you a line, and as often that thief Procrastination, 
 coupled with a morbid aversion to writing, has prevailed 
 to put it off for a day or two. And now I can hardly 
 think of the time that has elapsed since you left us, with- 
 out shame at my long delay. I assure you, however, very 
 truly, that we have not forgotten you and your excellent 
 partner, but often think and speak of you ; and all the 
 jnore, considering the fearful times your country has been 
 passing through since you left us. Would to God your 
 people had listened to your honest and faithful counsel! 
 Had they done so, and flung from them the guilt and 
 degradation of slavery, I do not at all doubt very much if 
 the misery would have been averted ; and even after the 
 great secession, had the North taken up the high and only 
 safe ground of Abolition at all hazards, I believe matters 
 would have been very different to-day. Had your wise 
 counsel been followed, the North would have had the voice 
 and sympathies of Europe, and very emphatically, of 
 Britain. But when the friends of the North are met (as they 
 always are) by the reply, that the negro, or taint of negro 
 blood, is as much a degraded thing in the eyes of the North 
 as of the South, it is difficult to reply, because facts show 
 that this is really too much the case. The declaration of 
 the President to the Free Blacks, the other day, we fear 
 speaks the prevailing sentiments of the North. Since you 
 left us, we have had some liberated (or rather runa- 
 way) slaves here, whom I was very glad to meet, and 
 was happy to welcome to my table and such support 
 as I could afford. One of them, in particular, was a man 
 
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 whom any family might have been glad to see ; they were 
 welcomed by many, and in associating with them I pre- 
 sume no one dreamt that he was doing a condescending 
 act, or exhibiting an act of humility. Now, we cannot 
 understand how it should be different with you, and even 
 with Christian men among you. We know well that all 
 are not of the same mind, and that you have a few like- 
 minded with yourself. But, alas ! I fear they are but a 
 few against many. The feeling in your country against 
 us seems to be very strong, the aversion very deep ; but 
 1 hope not very general. I do trust there are not very 
 many Cassius Clays among you, more for their own sake 
 than for ours, At all events, many prayers, both in pub- 
 lic and private, ascend up from Britain, that our good and 
 gracious Father may soon send you peace. We do couple 
 with this, prayer for the abolition of Slavery, that root of 
 bitterness which has been the source of trouble to your 
 land. And all the more are we led thus to pray, because 
 we firmly believe that unless slavery fall, though you had 
 peace to-morrow, it would be only adjourhing the evil 
 day, and that the evil would be only adjourned, not 
 averted. 
 
 Well, you and those who have fought with you have 
 strong consolation. None of the guilt lies with you, and 
 none of the blood is upon you. And, thank God, you are 
 fighting a battle which is sure to win. You are on the 
 Lord's side, and He will bring forth your righteousness as 
 the light and your judgment as the noon-day. 
 
 Mrs. Smith has received Mrs. Cheever's letter, and will 
 soon reply. We both would be very glad indeed to see 
 you both again. 
 
 Believe me, my dear friend, very truly yours, 
 
 Neil Smith. 
 
 Letter from Mr. Spaulding to Dr. Cheever. 
 
 New York, Jan. 4, 1886. 
 
 Dear Brother Cheever : 
 
 My hand was hardly cool from your warm grasp on Sat- 
 urday evening, when Dr. Booth invited me to take a 
 "Voyage to the Celestial Country." My traps were 
 soon on board, and we were booming down the bay 
 for the open sea, under the command of G. B. C. Not, 
 however, without some misgivings. Can a splendid 
 commander of land forces successfully control the 
 forces of the sea ? Does he practically know the differ- 
 
APPENDIX. 59 
 
 ence between a marlinespike and a handspike, bobstays 
 and stays-tackle, a weather-bit and a weather-board ? 
 Can he box the compass, box the helmsman who fails to 
 make a straight wake, and box the most savage cyclone 
 that ever swept the decks of a sea clipper ; — can he? My 
 fears rose with the rising wind. 
 
 Father Eastburn, on the quarter-deck of his Mariner's 
 Craft in Philadelphia, had once failed. Exhorting all 
 hands to come to Christ, he said, " Come forward, my 
 lads, and splice the main-brace" (take a glass of grog). A 
 man in a pea-jacket, on board a steamer going out of New 
 York, begging money of the passengers, failed. He was 
 handed over to my generosity. How long have you been 
 a sailor? " Mor'n than 20 years?" Been all over the world ? 
 "Mor'n that." Ever wrecked ? " Five times, zur, and e'en 
 a'most drowned too." Where is the main-top-sail in a 
 full-rigged ship? "The main-top-sail, zur?" Ye.%, the main- 
 top-sail. " Why, zur, any fool knows that — at the top of 
 the main-mast, sure." Fellow-passengers, under this pea- 
 jacket is a./raud: no sailor there. He don't know that 
 the'first above the main-sail is the main-top-sail, the next 
 the main-top-gallant sail and the next the sky-sail. He 
 is bogus, and deserves a bastinado. Real sailors seldom 
 beg. And then I once failed myself, anchoring a ship 'mid 
 ocean ! And why should not Commander G. B. C. fail ? We 
 had scarcely run three knots when he ordered on the top- 
 gallant-royals and sky-sails, got out the studding-sails, and 
 put the good ship in the best trim for ploughing the deep. 
 My fears vanished like the morning fog before the rising 
 sun : in a moment I was as much assured as Daniel, 
 stroking the beards and combing the locks of the lions in 
 the den. And then, owing to some mistake in the reck- 
 oning, getting out of a terrible storm, up the river of the 
 land of Self-conceit, and back safely to sea again ; after 
 having given, through those accomplished sailors Peter 
 and John, the ballooning sky-flyers such a terrible fore- 
 and-aft raking, why should I not feel the utmost confi- 
 dence in the skill of my Commander, and bespeak a safe 
 and charming " Voyage to the Celestial Country " ? 
 
 I pause to shake out the white signal of good-bye and 
 hearty thanks ; and with best hopes of a spanking breeze, 
 no more misgivings, no sea-sickness, and to return with 
 the ship laden with gratitude to the gunwale for the 
 good accomplished. 
 
 To the esteemed Cionimander, ^ucl his no less est'cem'ed 
 
6o LETTERS. 
 
 wife, my good wife joins me in a hearty New- Year's 
 blessing. 
 
 Ever cordially yours, J. Spaulding. 
 
 Letter from Dr. Cheever to Mr. Spaulding. 
 
 My dear Brother Spaulding: 
 If I'm not a sailor, I'm sure you are one ; 
 A pair of such sea-legs don't drop from the sun I 
 From keelson to topmast, aloft or alow, 
 Like a squirrel or cat in the rigging you'd go ; 
 And without any rigging, or rope-yarn at all. 
 You'd hold by the life-lines, whatever the squall. 
 Your brogue of the ocean, as salt as the spray, 
 A son of old Neptune at once would betray, [score, 
 Through the days of your years, more than five and four 
 You have stuck to your text, like Jonah of yore; 
 When even a whale thought the prophet a bore. 
 And was glad to deliver him safe on the shore. 
 The cause of your Master in earnest pursuit. 
 The compass you'd box, and the helmsman to boot ; 
 And be ready a mutinous crew so to shoot. 
 You know all that's down in the bills of your lading, 
 What's good for domestic or wild foreign trading ; 
 And all things for getting your ship under weigh, 
 And when to haul taut and how to belay; 
 For you know all the odds twixt the anchor and cable, 
 You know all that I do, and very much more ; 
 All the signs of a calm or a hurricane roar ; 
 And could whistle a gale, if the winds were unable. 
 To keep you from running upon a lee shore ! 
 
 Letter from Mr. Longfellow to Dr. Cheever. 
 
 Camb., Feb. 7, 1876. 
 My dear Cheever : I ought to have answered your 
 letter sooner, and should have done so but for a thousand 
 and one things that have prevented. I spare you the 
 catalogue of them. You must know from your own ex- 
 perience what they are. Your photograph, the front face, 
 is excellent. I like it extremely, and have had it lying 
 on my desk ever since it came, looking at it at intervals, 
 and studying its expression. It not only resembles you, 
 but two other persons whom one may not be ashamed to 
 resemble, namely, Dr. Channing and Mr. Ruskin. The 
 same outline of face ; the same expression. 
 
THE HORSE-GOSPEL OF EVOLUTION- 6 1 
 
 I hope you may be as well satisfied with the' enclosed. 
 My supply falling short, I was obliged to send to England, 
 which will account for this long delay. Is Sawtelle your 
 neiglibor? He also lives at Englewood ; and when you 
 meet him please say that I have received his letter and 
 will reply soon. 
 
 With icind regards to Mrs. Cheever, and thanks for her 
 cordial invitation, 
 
 Always affectionately yours, 
 
 Henry W. Longfellow. 
 
 Dr. Cheever's Humorous and Satirical Poem entitled 
 " The Horse-Gospel of Evolution." 
 
 O what a world by Evolution wrought ! 
 
 Man from the monkey to the Angel brought ! 
 
 The mighty power of vast unthinking thought. 
 
 Eternal force of nothing ! Throne sublime ; 
 
 The infinite environment of Time : 
 
 Each moment but the music and the rhyme 
 
 To keep the waltzers of the midnight dance 
 
 Whirled on the skirts of Everlasting Chance I 
 
 Keep then what your surroundings all command. 
 
 And you are safe from harm at Nature's hand. 
 
 All you have been is Nature's, not your own ; 
 
 All you might be, beyond your reach was thrown. 
 
 And you, the growth of Nature's laws, your birth unknown. 
 
 With dreams of Paradise shall sleep, unconscious and alone. 
 
 Annihilation, from Existence free. 
 
 Solves the dark riddle of Eternity. 
 
 But if your Consciousness should still abide. 
 
 You may to heaven on the Horse-Gospel Ride. 
 
 THE HORSE-GOSPEL OF EVOLUTION. 
 
 Night is the prophecy of Morn, 
 The Evening Star predicts the Dawn ; 
 The longest night but goes before. 
 And Darkness is of Light the door. 
 When evening into darkness dies, 
 Then from the tomb new days arise; 
 But at the glory of the Day 
 The morning stars shall fade away. 
 
62 THE HORSE-GOSPEL OF EVOLUTION. 
 
 Here, then, we have, as clear as mud. 
 How Light from earth, like Topsy, " grow'd ;" 
 Motion came first, the steed bestowed, 
 And then the Light on Motion rode ; 
 The slave of Force being thus set free. 
 Would ride to all eternity ; 
 Being never more and never less. 
 But always Nature's first Express, 
 To tell the scientific wittiest 
 Her Law, Survival of the Fittest. 
 
 But when our Scientists are ask'd. 
 Motion of what, that goes so fast. 
 Or what existed to be moved, 
 By which such motion could be proved, 
 Your antique Lecturer has forgot 
 At the beginning he was not ; 
 Yet now, with Modern Science bright. 
 Knows all the causes of the Light, 
 Which every Scientist can utter. 
 And make it plain as Bread and Butter. 
 
 For when from Milk the Cream is brought. 
 Then Butter from the Cream is wrought,. 
 By being stirred within a churn. 
 Which any girl of twelve can learn. 
 
 And then you have your nice white bre8ul. 
 Or brown, just as you please, and spread 
 Over the same a sheet of gold, 
 Of nutty flavor, sweet and cold ; 
 And by such steps at length you know 
 The final causes of the Cow. 
 
 By the same steps you know, of course, 
 The final causes of the Horse. 
 O list, while I relate the story 
 In all its scientific glory. 
 
 At first he had a single hoof, 
 But afterward the engraven proof. 
 Of three or other separate toes. 
 As Evolution doth disclose. 
 Of horses' patterns, such as camels. 
 Amid the necessary trammels 
 For sandy wildernesses reared. 
 And o'er salt deserts to be steered. 
 And saddles to be safely rode ; 
 So Nature's Mother-care bestowed, 
 A Horse-existence like the fairies. 
 
THE HORSE-GOSPEL OF EVOLUTION. 63 
 
 For Indians of our Western Prairies. 
 But as those Centaurs did die out. 
 The Hippo species put about, 
 Returning to the old Medallion 
 Of Nature in the primal stallion. 
 
 Since no succeeding fossil shows 
 Existence of the Horse with toes. 
 Why should this path of Evolution 
 Stop with a half-way revolution? 
 
 Our specimens for ages seen, 
 Are few, and very far between ; 
 But which came first, as Nature grows, 
 The single hoof, or hoof with toes ? 
 Doubtless, Professor Huxley knows. 
 How out of natural force it rose. 
 
 And thus our Western Science, rich 
 With spoils redeemed from Nature's ditch, 
 Of bones in antique deserts tethered. 
 And now in Colorado gathered. 
 To Huxley and his second fiddle 
 Must leave the solving of this riddle; 
 And, though it were as dark as night, 
 Till Marsh's fossils hove in sight, 
 At evening-tide there shall be light. 
 
 Those once beguiled by Moses' word, 
 To our Yale Museum now referred, 
 Our British Commentator shows 
 How the Creation's forms arose. 
 Beyond the reach of Moses' lore, 
 At the beginning and before, 
 
 And under lock and key laid up, 
 Divine Shechinah of our hope, 
 Excluding faith, rejecting prayer, 
 We learn what saves us from despair; 
 And this Horse-Gospel doth declare. 
 Survival of the fittest there, 
 Where all that err to pasture pass, 
 As Babel's monarch went to grass. 
 
 A wingfed and five-fingered steed 
 For every halting Jacob's need 
 Natural Selection will provide 
 Whenever serves both time and tide. 
 Careering through Celestial spheres. 
 For those who are the natural heirs. 
 By force from gelatine set free, 
 Of Life and Immortality. 
 
64 THE HORSE-GOSPEL OF EVOLUTION. 
 
 The atavistic Centaurs, then, 
 Evolved from plain pedestrian men, 
 As Eden's owners will be seen, 
 With rainbows crowned, and regal mien, 
 And, ere the Hippo cycle tires. 
 Rapt in supreme angelic fires. 
 
 Throw, then, your Bibles to the wind. 
 And never fear for having sinned ; 
 But thrust in Nature as the Spring 
 That doth immortal glory bring. 
 And her Selecting Force admire 
 That saves you from Gehenna's fire ! 
 
 Letter from Mrs. Charles Smith to the Publishers, received 
 as the Volume was going to Press. 
 
 40 West Twelfth Street, 
 New York, Dec. i, 1890. 
 
 Dear Sirs : I have seen it announced that the " Memo- 
 rabilia " of Dr. George B. Cheever will soon be published 
 by you. There is one interesting incident of his life that 
 impressed me very strongly in my early childhood, and 
 possibly it may not have been known to the compiler of 
 those reminiscences. 
 
 When Mr. Cheever (he can hardly then have been D. D.) 
 was sentenced to thirty days in the Salem jail for writing 
 the article entitled " Inquire at Amos Giles's Distillery," 
 my father was the sheriff of Essex County, and from that 
 time dates a much-valued acquaintance. A carpet for 
 the cell-floor and books were sent to Mr. Cheever by my 
 mother, and my father obtained permission for him to 
 chop wood in the passage-way, that his health might not 
 suffer from the confinement and lack of exercise. So 
 many friends called to see him that he was obliged to 
 name reception-hours. At the expiration of the thirty 
 days, wishing to avoid a scene, my father went down at 
 midnight to release the man who had become a personal 
 friend. 
 
 It was a bright, clear night, and as Mr. Cheever came 
 out and looked up at the stars, his heart glowed within 
 
APPENDIX. 65 
 
 him and he requested to be allowed to go back to his 
 cell and spend one more hour there in quiet communion 
 with God. Of course the desire was granted, my father 
 waiting for him outside. 
 
 The next evening he preached to a crowded house, but 
 made no allusion to his imprisonment. He afterwards 
 said of it that he felt as if the Lord had hidden him in 
 His pavilion. 
 
 Many years after, he, with liis wife, visited at my father's. 
 Before leaving the carriage, they requested my father to 
 join them and escort them to the cell in the jail where 
 that memorable month was passed. I have sometimes 
 wondered whether his later interest in Bunyan might not 
 be in part due to sympathy with one, like himself, a pris- 
 oner for conscience' sake. 
 
 Very truly yours, 
 
 Caroline L. Smith. 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Introductory Sketch vii 
 
 Funeral Address xix 
 
 Invocation and Prelude, in Verse xxix 
 
 PART I. 
 
 MEMORIAL OFFERINGS. 
 . Chapter I. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Early Life and Education. — A Religious Experience. — Social 
 and Religious Circles of Friendship and Endearment. — 
 The Love of Children, the Love of Nature, and a Re- 
 fined and Cultivated Imagination 3 
 
 Chapter II. 
 
 The Right of the Bible in our Common Schools. — Establish- 
 ment of the Home for Friendless Boys in New York 
 City.— Visits to the Poor Women in the City Prison. — 
 The Power of Sympathy, — Recollections and Portrai- 
 tures of Mrs. Cheever's Character and Life by some of 
 her Dearest Friends 22 
 
 Chapter III. 
 
 Mrs. Cheever's Delight in the Work of Practical Instruction 
 from the Bible. — Views of Dr. Macleod concerning the 
 Education of Little Children. — Illustrations from Anec- 
 dotes within Mrs. Cheever's own Experience. — Illustra- 
 tions from her Letters at Home and Abroad 43 
 
 65 
 
66 INDEX. 
 
 Chapter IV. 
 
 PAGt: 
 Letters on the Sickness and Death of our beloved Mother. — 
 Description of her Character and Example in Life. — 
 The Death and Burial at Sea of her youngest Son, Dr. 
 Nathaniel Cheever 66 
 
 Chapter V. 
 
 The Powers, Duties, and Privileges of the Mothers of Man- 
 kind. — The Training of the Conscience toward God the 
 First Duty, both for Parents and the State. — All Laws 
 against such Education are Blasphemous 93 
 
 Chapter VL 
 
 The Examples of Niebuhr and Franklin, religiously and 
 politically, for our own Country. — National Self-gov- 
 ernment Impossible without the Christian Religion and 
 a conscience towards God in the Education of each'Suc- 
 cessive Generation, — All True Freedom for the State 
 dependent on such an Education in Reliance upon God. 
 — The Lessons from History and Biography in every 
 Age on this Subject, — The Danger of Ruin from Igno- 
 rance of the Scriptures, and the consequent Habit of 
 Scepticism and Unbelief from Childhood 113 
 
 Chapter VII. 
 
 The Preparation for our Conflict. — Occasional Letters from 
 Messrs. Corliss and Waters, and from Mrs. Cheever to 
 Mr. Washburn and Others. — Memorials of Mr. Waters' 
 American Consulship with the Sultan of Zanzibar 128 
 
 Chapter VIII. 
 
 Exclusion of the Bible from our Public Schools, but State 
 Legislation for the Free Manufacture and Sale of Ar- 
 dent Spirits, and of Drunkards. — Passing our Children 
 by Law through the Fire to Moloch. — Violation of 
 Christ's Commands for the Instruction of our Little 
 
INDEX. (,y 
 
 Ones, and the consequences of such violation. — Prepos- 
 sessions by Law with Habits of Drunkenness. — Dr. Mac- 
 leod on the Sacredness and Power of a Parental, Prayer- 
 ful Education. — Anecdotes of Milly and Fanny, the 
 Truly Angelic Prattlers in our Household. — Letter of 
 Mrs. Henrietta C. Buck 146 
 
 Chapter IX. 
 Gavazzi and Gajani, the Italian Patriots 171 
 
 Chapter X. 
 
 A survey of our National and Individual Responsibilities, as a 
 People of Voters, and therefore Legislators, accountable 
 entirely to God and His Government as revealed in His 
 Word. — The Obligations of Voters under the United 
 States Government, responsible to God for themselves 
 and for their Children 179 
 
 Chapter XI. 
 
 Continuance and Progress of the Conflict. — Letter from 
 Rev. Dr. Tyng, and Notice of the Death of his Son, 
 with Eulogy upon his Memory by the Young Men of 
 the Church of the Puritans 205 
 
 PART II. 
 
 MEMORIAL AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 Introductory to the Poems 3 
 
 The Love that Lasts 19 
 
 The Love that Grows. 21 
 
 Anniversary Poems, 1846-1866 23-132 
 
 The Farewell Blessing 137 
 
 Birthday Offerings 139 
 
6S INDEX. 
 
 TAGS 
 
 Love's Earliest Memorials 139 
 
 Perpetual Youth I41 
 
 And a Little Child shall Lead Them 143 
 
 Creation's Christmas Anthem 146 
 
 The Prophecies of Spring 149 
 
 A Hymn for my Sabbath-school Children 152 
 
 The Accepted Time 154 
 
 God's Presence Our Life 156 
 
 Sabbath of the loth February, 1861 158 
 
 The Dream and its Meaning 1 59 
 
 The First April-fool's Day 161 
 
 The First May Morning 166 
 
 The Estranged brought H ome 168 
 
 A Year of Conflicts 171 
 
 The Sweet Spirit of Prayer 173 
 
 God in Grace and Nature 1 74 
 
 The Heirs of Heaven 176 
 
 " He that winneth Souls is Wise" 178 
 
 Love's Mercy-seat 180 
 
 God in the Spring 181 
 
 God in all the Seasons 183 
 
 Christ our Love and Life , 185 
 
 Christ our Assurance of Heaven 187 
 
 " For Ye are Dead, and your Life is hid with Christ in God " igo 
 
 God's Prepossessions for our Faith 192 
 
 The Chief of Sinners saved 195 
 
 Mine and Thine 197 
 
 The Way, the Truth, the Life 199 
 
 The Problems of Eternity 200 
 
 The Dead Emperor 202 
 
 For Mrs. W 205 
 
 Bobolink and Canary 207 
 
 The Other Side ; or, Canary and Bobolink 209 
 
 Nearer to Christ , . 211 
 
 Thy Word My Will 212 
 
 Remember Me for Good 213 
 
 Come to the Lamb of God 215 
 
 Alone, yet not Alone 216 
 
INDEX. 6g 
 
 PAGE 
 
 He might have been 218 
 
 Prophets of the Lovely Autumn Days 222 
 
 Our Rising Dawn and Setting Sun the Types of Immortality 224 
 
 Where only Love is Known. 226 
 
 God's Covenant of Grace 228 
 
 The Light of God's Glory 230 
 
 The Anguish of the Cross , 231 
 
 All Eternity's Delight 232 
 
 The Child's Prayer 233 
 
 Regeneration, a Spiritual Resurrection 236 
 
 Teaching Lost Ones how to pray 238 
 
 The Soul on its Pilgrimage Home 240 
 
 I will not let Thee go unless Thou bless Me 242 
 
 God's Heaven of Love 244 
 
 The Gift of Heavenly Glory in Our Lord's Prayer 246 
 
 The Gift of God's Redeeming Grace 248 
 
 God's Endless Mercy to Believers 250 
 
 From Endless Loss to Endless Gain 253 
 
 Going Home, going Home 255 
 
 The Prayer of my Heart 256 
 
 But one Book 258 
 
 Prayer of a Contrite Heart 260 
 
 The Home of the Soul in Christ 262 
 
 Time's Bequeathment for Eternity 264 
 
 The Preaching of the Gospel an Eternal Heaven 265 
 
 Love's Heaven within the Soul 267 
 
 The Mystery of Godliness 268 
 
 Invocation of the Almighty 272 
 
 Fear Nothing, O True Believer! 276 
 
 The Joy of Heaven on Earth 279 
 
 The Christmas Song of Seraphs 281 
 
 The Question of Atoning Blood for Rebels thus brought 
 
 back to God 283 
 
 From Sin's Dread Deluge flee To-day 285 
 
 Christ our Eternal Life in Heaven 287 
 
 Fly to the Ark 289 
 
 The Heaven of Gratitude Divine 291 
 
 Hide Me, O My Saviour ! hide ... 292 
 
70 
 
 INDEX. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Oh that I were an Angel Fair ! 294 
 
 Brook Melodies, God's Mercies ! 296 
 
 Eternity is Heaven for Me, while I the Cross of Jesus see ! 298 
 
 The Gift of God's Love in the Spirit of Prayer 299 
 
 The Soul's Adieu to Time 30i 
 
 Christ's Blood upon the Hebrew Tents 303 
 
 Seek His Mercy while You may 304 
 
 King of Nations, King of Saints 305 
 
 Our Sun-dial for Eternity 307 
 
 God's Sermon from the Lilies 308 
 
 Love's Morning and Evening Star 309 
 
 Oh for Thy Likeness, Lord !. : 310 
 
 The Dews of Christ's Youth 3" 
 
 Let no Man take Thy Crown 312 
 
 The Joy of Reapers at the Harvest Home 314 
 
 Consecration to Christ 315 
 
 In God our Rest 317 
 
 In Death remember Me 319 
 
 My Soul belongs to Thee 320 
 
 The Spirit of Prayer, our Earnest of Heaven 322 
 
 Childhood's Morning, Christ's- Adorning 324 
 
 Christ's Preacher in Decapolis 326 
 
 Alive to God Eternally 328 
 
 The Death of Christ our only Plea 329 
 
 The Life of Love Divine on Earth 330 
 
 Blossoming and bearing Fruit 331 
 
 Not as I will, but Thou 332 
 
 The Evening Star, Love's Emblem 333 
 
 O Lamb of God, Thy Love impart 335 
 
 No Cross, no Crown 336 
 
 The Glory of Christ's Presence 338 
 
 The Child's Spring Song 339 
 
 Love Divine 340 
 
 The Soul created and kept for God 341 
 
 The Lamb of God that taketh away the Sins of the World. . 342 
 
 Pray without Ceasing 344 
 
INDEX. 
 
 71 
 
 PAGE 
 
 "With Christ in God". 346 
 
 By Love Divine redeemed from Sin 348 
 
 Christ's Life on Earth our Bliss in Heaven 351 
 
 " 'Tis I: be not Afraid" 353 
 
 The Bow in the Clouds 356 
 
 APPENDIX. ■ 
 
 LETTERS FROM AND TO DR. AND MRS. 
 CHEEVER. 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Cousin 3 
 
 From Mrs. C. to a Friend 4 
 
 From Mrs. C. to a Friend 5 
 
 Mrs. C.'s Letter of Sympathy 6 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Cousin Mary 7 
 
 From E. Harris to Dr. C 7 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mr. David Banks 8 
 
 From Mrs. D. to Lady Kinnaird 8 
 
 From Mrs. Codwise to Dr. C g 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Aunt Hoppin.". 10 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mrs. Washington 10 
 
 From Mr. Longfellow to Mrs. C 11 
 
 From Dr. C. to Mr. Longfellow 12 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mr. Longfellow 13 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mrs. Carrie Taylor 14 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mr. J. Taylor 14 
 
 From Dr. C. to Miss Lily Taylor 14 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mr. John Taylor 16 
 
 From ' ' Puritan" to Dr. C 17 
 
 From Mrs. C. to a Relative in China i3 
 
 From Dr. C. to Mrs. C ig 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Husband 20 
 
 From Dr. C. to Mrs. Hunter 22 
 
 From Mrs. C. to the Pilots' Home , 24 
 
 Resolutions presented to Mrs. C 24 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Cousin Mary .,«.... 25 
 
72 
 
 INDEX. 
 
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 From Mrs. C. to a Friend in England 25 
 
 From Dr. C. to Mr. Samuel Wetmore 26 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Miss Noble 27 
 
 From Mr. W. W. Hoppin to Dr. C 28 
 
 From Mrs. Abernethy to Dr. C 2g 
 
 From Mr. J. L. Batchelder to Dr. C 29 
 
 Mr. Hyatt's Letter 31 
 
 From Miss E. Wheelwright to Dr. C 32 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mrs. Field 33 
 
 From A. T. Owen to Mrs. C 34 
 
 From Dr. C. to Mrs. C 35 
 
 From Mrs. C. to her Cousin Mrs. Lee 36 
 
 From Mr. Jay Odell to Dr. C 37 
 
 From Mr. Gajani to Mrs. C 39 
 
 From Mr. Gajani to Dr. C 39 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mr. Washburn 40 
 
 From Mrs. C. to a Roman Catholic Girl 41 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Dr. Prime 42 
 
 From Rev. S. \. Prime to Dr. and Mrs. C 42 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Mrs. Prime 43 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Miss S Waters. 44 
 
 From Mr. Waters to Mrs. C 44 
 
 From Mr. R. P. Waters to Dr. C 46 
 
 From Mr. Waters to Dr. C 47 
 
 From Mr. R. P. Waters to Dr. C 47 
 
 From Mrs. C. to a Friend in England 49 
 
 From Mr. Washburn to Dr. C 51 
 
 From Dr. C. to Mr. Daniel Drake Smith 51 
 
 From Mr. Daniel Drake Smith to Dr. C 53 
 
 From Mr. Longfellow to Dr. C 54 
 
 From Dr. C. to an Early Classmate 55 
 
 From Rev. Elias Bond to Dr. C 56 
 
 From Mrs. C. to Dr. C 57 
 
 From Mr. Neil Smith to Dr. C 57 
 
 From Mr. Spaulding to Dr. C 58 
 
 From Dr. C. to Mr. Spaulding 60 
 
 From Prof. Longfellow to Dr. C 61 
 
 Dr. C.'s Humorous and Satirical Poem entitled "The 
 
 Horse-Gospel of Evolution" 62 
 
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