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A Memorial Service
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In Memoriam.
HENRY WARD BEECHER.
HENRY WARD BEECHER
ENTERED INTO REST
MARCH 8, 1887
A Memorial Service
HELD IN PLYMOUTH CHURCH, ON SUNDAY, MARCH 8, 1891
BY THE
PLYMOUTH SUNDAY-SCHOOL
INCLUDING AN ADDRESS
BY THOMAS G. SHEARMAN
SUPERINTENDENT
UNIVERSITY OF
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1891
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MEMORIAL.
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HEN
ENRY WARD BEECHER entered into rest on
Tuesday, March 8, 1887.
Memorial services were held in Plymouth Church on
Sunday, March 11, 1888, the afternoon service being
rendered by the Sunday-school. It was deemed wise,
by general consent, that such services should not be
repeated every year, lest they should lose some of their
power and interest by too great frequency.
In 1891 the 8th of March fell on Sunday: a coinci-
dence which will not recur until 1896. It was therefore
deemed the most fitting year for the observance of this
anniversary, since Sunday is the only day upon which
the children of the church can take their full share of
such a celebration.
Plymouth Sunday-school resolved to commemorate the
day by a special public service in the afternoon, to which
admission was given by tickets. Over three thousand
persons applied for admission, being much in excess of
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the capacity of the church. Long before the hour ap-
pointed for the services, 3.30 P. M., every part of the great
building was crowded by eager and reverent friends of
the departed pastor.
The platform was covered with flowers, as Mr. Beecher
loved to see it. The white Memorial Banner of the
School, which it always carries in his memory, was hung
just behind his own chair, in which no one sat this day.
His portrait was set in front of the platform, upon a table
covered with a bank of moss, the picture itself being
encircled with white flowers.
The members of the School in general took their places;
and at half-past three precisely the distant sound of sweet
childish voices was heard, and eighty-seven little chil-
dren,¹ arrayed in pure white, entered in face of the
congregation, singing the ancient
Processional Hymn.
Jerusalem, the golden!
With milk and honey blest;
Beneath thy contemplation,
Sink heart and voice opprest.
I know not, oh, I know not
What holy joys are there,
What radiancy of glory,
What bliss beyond compare.
1 Fifty-five girls and thirty-two boys volunteered for this occasion.
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They stand, those halls of Zion,
All jubilant with song,
And bright with many an angel
And all the martyr throng.
There is the throne of David,
And there, from toil released,
The shout of them that triumph,
The song of them that feast.
And they who, with their Leader,
Have conquered in the fight,
Forever and forever
Are clad in robes of white.
O' land that seest no. sorrow!
O state that fear'st no strife!
O royal land of flowers!
O realm of home and life!
O one, O only mansion!
O Paradise of joy!
Where tears are ever banished,
And smiles have no alloy;
The Lamb is all thy splendor;
The Crucified thy praise;
His laud and benediction
Thy ransomed people raise.
Thou hast no shore, fair ocean!
Thou hast no time, bright day!
Dear fountain of refreshment
To pilgrims far away!
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Upon the Rock of ages
They raise thy holy tower;
Thine is the victor's laurel,
And thine the golden dower.
O sweet and blessed country!
The home of God's elect!
O sweet and blessed country,
That eager hearts expect!
Jesu, in mercy bring us
To that dear land of rest,
Who art, with God the Father
And Spirit, ever blest! Amen.
As the procession slowly moved past the portrait of
Mr. Beecher, the double line of children divided, one
passing in front of the picture and one behind it, while
each dropped a rose upon the mossy bank on which
the picture stood. But they moved on, without pause,
while every little eye was reverently cast downward, none
straying to right or left; and the lovely procession passed
down one aisle, then up the other, until finally all were
gathered in front of the platform, as they pronounced their
Amen.
The choir (consisting, for the occasion, of Mrs. C. L.
Studwell, Miss K. Cavannah, Mr. W. N. Ellis, and Mr.
E. S. Chapin, with Mr. T. L. Doyle at the organ) then
sang this
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Hymn.
Rev. E. A. Dayman.
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Sleep thy last sleep,
Free from care and sorrow;
Rest, where none weep,
Till the Eternal Morrow.
Though dark waves roll
O'er the silent river,
Thy fainting soul
Jesus can deliver.
Life's dawn is past,
All its sin, its sadness;
Brightly at last,
Dawns a day of gladness;
Under thy sod,
Earth, receive our treasure,
To rest in God,
Waiting all His pleasure.
Though we may mourn
Those in life the dearest,
They shall return,
Christ, when Thou appearest!
Soon shall Thy voice
Comfort those now weeping,
Bidding rejoice
All in Jesus sleeping.
J. Barnby.
Prayer was offered by the pastor, Rev. LYMAN AB-
BOTT, D. D.
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The whole school then joined in Mrs. Stowe's beautiful
Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Hymn.
Mendelssohn.
Still, still with Thee! when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee!
Alone with Thee! amid the mystic shadows,
The solemn hush of nature newly born;
Alone with Thee, in breathless adoration,
In the calm dew and freshness of the morn.
As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean,
The image of the morning-star doth rest,
So, in this stillness, Thou beholdest only
Thine image in the waters of my breast.
Still, still with Thee! as to each new-born morning,
A fresh and solemn splendor still is given,
So does this blessed consciousness, awaking,
Breathe, each day, nearness unto Thee and heaven.
When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,
Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer;
Sweet the repose, beneath Thy wings o'ershading,
But sweeter still, to wake and find Thee there!
So shall it be at last, in that bright morning,
When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee;
Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning,
Shall rise the glorious thought,— I am with Thee!
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Scripture Reading.
Dr. Abbott read Mr. Beecher's favorite chapter, the
thirteenth of Paul's first Epistle to the Corinthians.
Miss Cavannah sang a special arrangement of Dr.
Horatius Bonar's well-known
H. Bonar.
Hymn.
I heard the voice of Jesus say:
Come unto Me, and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast.
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary and faint and sad;
I found in Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.
Come unto Me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest.
I heard the voice of Jesus say:
I am this dark world's light.
Look unto Me: thy morn shall break,
And all thy day be bright.
I looked to Jesus; and I found
In Him my star, my sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Till travelling days are done.
Come unto Me, ye weary,
And I will give you rest.
Pinsuti.
ADDRESS
BY THOMAS G. SHEARMAN, SUPERINTENDENT.
HERE would be little advantage in contributing one
THERE
more to the many general pictures which have
been given of the life and character of Henry Ward
Beecher. At the risk of seeming egotism, I see no way of
saying anything new about him, except by telling a very
little of what he was to me, and how I came to know and
to love him. Only a very small part of my story would
be appropriate on an occasion like this, when the children
whom he loved gather, not to mourn for their loss, but
rather to rejoice in his gain. For I was not the especial
friend of Mr. Beecher's brightest days or happiest hours.
From the very first, so far as he honored me with his
confidence, it was with respect to weighty matters and in
his gravest moods; and when, after fifteen years of such
friendship, he opened his whole heart to me as nearly as
he could to any one man, that great and tender heart was
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overflowing with pain and grief. I was the friend of his
cares, his perplexities, and his sorrows, not of his joys.
But to-day we remember that all his sorrows are over;
and we rejoice with him in his perfect peace.
I was indebted to the "Journal of Commerce,” then the
ablest pro-slavery paper in New York, for my first intro-
duction to Mr. Beecher. It threatened ministers who
should dare to say anything against slavery in their pul-
pits, with the prospect of having "their black coats
rolled in the mud." The editor was not thinking espe-
cially of Mr. Beecher when he wrote these amiable words;
but Mr. Beecher instantly took them up, and challenged
the editor to a discussion, which lasted for some weeks
and attracted much attention.
From this time, which was early in 1850, I felt a strong
personal interest in and attachment to Mr. Beecher; and
yet I never saw him until nearly three years afterward.
We lived in New York, not so far up town as to make the
journey to Brooklyn difficult; and I often longed to go
to Plymouth Church. But in the church to which we
belonged the most strictly orthodox views were main-
tained; and among these was a superstitious theory of
the Sabbath, which forbade us even to cross the ferry on
Sunday. So, although I envied friends who had this
liberty, and who reported from time to time the wise
and witty sayings of the Brooklyn preacher, I never met
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him until March, 1853; when, learning of the social meet-
ings which were then held every alternate Tuesday even-
ing, I went with a friend, who was not troubled with
bashfulness as I was, and who introduced me to the
great man with unruffled confidence. He could not have
treated me with more consideration, had I been a young
Astor instead of a poor boy. Learning that I had a
case of conscience to lay before him, he withdrew from
the crowd of his own people, nursed one knee, and asked
me to tell my story. Not the shadow of a smile crossed
his face, although he must have had a good laugh inside.
With the utmost patience and consideration, he explained
the necessity of running ferryboats on Sunday, the careful
provision made for the ferrymen of the company so that
all of them could have a large part of Sunday for rest,
the fact that some of them regularly attended his church,
and so on. Without in the faintest degree attacking our
narrow doctrine of the Sabbath, he made it clear that
even under that rule there was no reason for refusing to
use the ferries on that day. After that, I came frequently
to hear him preach in the evening, and found a new world
open before me in religious teaching.
By this time, however, we had moved into the country
for health, with the usual result of having more sickness
than ever before; and four years elapsed before I was
able to attend Plymouth Church regularly. At last, in
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April, 1857, our family removed to Brooklyn, solely for
the sake of attending this church.
I wonder if any one else ever enjoyed preaching as in-
tensely as we did, during the following eighteen months.
We counted the hours during the week, and hastened to
church, morning and evening, with unfailing punctuality,
gazing on the way, with pity and astonishment, at people
who were actually going to any other church. The ser-
vices were never long enough. In the evening we lingered
until the lights were put out. I have heard enthusiasts
since say that Mr. Beecher's sermons made them feel as
if they had been fed and warmed and clothed. We felt
all this, and, in addition, as if we had listened to a mag-
nificent orchestra and looked upon a gallery of masterly
paintings; for his voice was music, and his imagination
unrolled before us more vivid pictures than the galleries
of all Europe. He saw what he described, and we saw
it too.
We soon learned of the week-day evening meetings,
and began to attend them. Here we saw Mr. Beecher at
his ease, and learned to know the man as well as the
preacher. The first thing which impressed me was the
absolute, genuine democracy of the man. Distinctions
of wealth or social rank made no impression upon him.
The speaker in these meetings to whom he seemed to pay
the most attention was a poor Scotch pedler, possessed
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of neither property nor social influence. There were two
or three half-cracked people, who sometimes said a wise
thing, but more often a silly one, yet who were thoroughly
sincere and sometimes positively instructive. It was beau-
tiful to see how this great and wise man dealt with them.
He would help them to express an idea, when they had
one worth uttering; he would bear with their occasional
absurdities with the patience of an angel; and he would
often take up a word with which they had helplessly strug-
gled, and put such new and deep meaning into it that the
audience, which a moment before had been filled with a
sense of the ludicrous, was awed into solemnity and even
melted into tears. Yet, on the other hand, when in a
humorous mood, he would add a pungent word of com-
ment to some long-winded, empty speech, which would
wake up the wearied meeting with irresistible laughter.
1
It must not be supposed, however, that eccentric char-
acters occupied the principal part of these meetings. On
the contrary, there never were prayer-meetings more full
of genuine uplift, sound sense, and solid instruction. The
morning meetings of 1858 were unrivalled in the history
of any church for pathos, deep and healthy emotion, and
intense interest. The evening meetings, for more than a
quarter of a century, were acknowledged by all strangers
who attended them to be of a higher intellectual order
and of more profound interest, as well as more genial
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and cheerful,
more attractive to young and old,
than
the prayer-meetings of any other church in the land; and
it was not strange that, as new-comers, we were drawn
and bound to the church by them, almost more than by
the sermons and the services in the great congregation
on Sundays. I mention this not as exceptional, — indeed,
rather because it was a common and typical experience.
Prosperity and flattery are the severest tests which can
be applied to any man; and few men fail, under their
influence, to become more or less arrogant, impatient of
criticism, and intolerant of opposition. Long before the
war, Mr. Beecher was the idol of the church and a hero
in the eyes of all anti-slavery people, who by that time
formed a large majority in the North. The very hatred
with which he was regarded by pro-slavery men generally
was even more flattering to such vanity as he had, than
the applause of his friends. After 1863 his popularity
was greater than ever, owing to his courageous course in
England. He was fairly deluged with praise on all sides.
Yet at this summit of his fame and fortune he remained
simple as a child. A few of his church occasionally
thought it their duty to disagree with his views, and even
to criticise his actions; and being then still poor and ob-
scure, and overmuch afraid of being thought to fawn upon
him, I fear that I was one of the worst offenders in this
respect. I often expressed to him my dissent, while rarely
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In
giving voice to the admiration and deep affection which I
constantly felt, not thinking my approval of what he did
or said of enough importance to justify its utterance.
after years, when I did tell him that a sermon or an ad-
dress was good, he would say quite seriously, though with
a twinkle in his eye, "Well, if you say it was a good ser-
mon, I know it was!" Yet during all this time Mr. Beecher
listened to these criticisms of a man more than twenty
years his junior, with the utmost patience and candor,
and treated me throughout with a consideration and rẹ-
spect which could not have been surpassed if he had been
the junior and I had been both influential and famous.
The child-like simplicity of his nature cannot be ex-
aggerated. His humility was absolutely free from affec-
tation. He knew, perfectly well, that he could speak
powerfully and eloquently; although he was often in doubt
whether he had succeeded in a particular instance. On
his return from lecture tours, in his latter years, when he
set himself to regain lost ground and to conquer preju-
dices, he would relate his triumphs with the frank exul-
tation of a boy. But none of these things made him
vain or conceited. He recognized, and even overesti-
mated, the superiority of other men in other things; and
he was full of admiration and innocent envy of those who
had powers which he did not possess.
He had no capacity whatever for scheming; and the
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only way in which he could keep a secret was by main-
taining absolute silence.
come a habit with him;
would refuse to speak a word, if he did not feel free to
speak out all that was in his mind. Such reserve was,
nevertheless, burdensome to him; and his natural ten-
dency to speak without hesitation or caution made it a
little dangerous to intrust him with important secrets.
This, however, had early be-
and even in his boyhood he
So obvious was all this to those who knew him well
that, contrary perhaps to a general impression, Mr.
Beecher never had to resist the temptation of advice
from sharp lawyers to resort to evasive language or
methods. He listened to much advice from many law-
yers in his time; and it is not necessary to claim for all
or any of them superiority of moral standards in order
to account for the fact that not one of them ever sug-
The simple truth
gested to him anything of that kind.
is that no experienced lawyer who knew him could ever
have failed to see that nothing but the utmost courage,
candor, and truthfulness would at any time fit the char-
acter of Henry Ward Beecher. If an adaptation of Tal-
leyrand's cynical aphorism may be excused, for any
counsel to advise Mr. Beecher to utter an evasion, much
less a falsehood, would have been worse than a crime;
it would have been an unpardonable blunder.
-
Of the sweetness and beauty of Mr. Beecher's family
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life one can hardly yet be permitted to speak. There
was nothing in the least formal about it. He left no
record of long prayers and devout table-talk on solemn
themes, such as many have left as proof of their godly
natures. He made no special efforts to impress his chil-
dren with the piety or even with the amiability of their
father. His manner was not artificially polished; and in
many little things he retained to the last something of
old-time brusqueness. He did not practise that strained
and obvious self-denial which some good men have to
do because self-sacrifice is not natural to them. He had
trained and disciplined his heart and mind in essential
things, until their natural, undesigned outflow was full of
that best of all politeness, unfailing love and sympathy.
The nature of Henry Ward Beecher was so many-sided
that it was impossible for him to find all that he needed
in any one or two friends, or to pour out his whole con-
fidence to any one. To those whom he loved with the
most passionate tenderness he was in some respects
most reserved, and, indeed, as to some things which most
deeply affected him, absolutely silent. He had much of
a woman's nature; and he selected his 'friends by instinct
rather than by conscious reasoning. Like a woman, too,
he waited for friends to offer themselves, instead of seek-
ing them for himself. In accordance with this habit of
selection, he chose some friends because they inspired
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his imagination; others because they illuminated his in-
tellect; others because they kindled his emotions; others.
because they strengthened his moral nature; others be-
cause they inspired him with courage and hope; others
because they stimulated him to vigorous effort; others
because their presence made him more accurate; and
others still because their presence gave him rest and
refreshment.
Thus, when asked to explain what attracted him to a
certain man, in whom he had for years placed a confi-
dence which was shamefully betrayed, he replied: "His
presence always acted upon me like a glass of wine.
When I was despondent and hopeless he would come in,
and in a few moments I was filled with his courage and
hopefulness." On the other hand, some of his most faith-
ful friends, on whose constant affection he justly relied
and whose judgment he thoroughly respected, discour-
aged him by their cautious natures. No matter how
cheerful and hopeful their words might be, he would in-
stantly feel the chilling influence of their interior doubts
and misgivings, and he would fall into a state of depres-
sion for which there was no visible reason. Their forecast
of the future was far more correct than that of the san-
guine friends who made him happy; but there were.
times at which he needed brilliant illusions more than
the plain truth.
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I am inclined to believe that none of his friends gave
him such perfect happiness as those whose mere pres-
ence, without a spoken word, gave him simple rest. I
have seen him enter the house of such a friend without
a word, lie down upon a sofa in view of us all, fall asleep
for half an hour, then rise refreshed, and take his leave
with nothing more than a simple "Good-night.” Some-
times on such visits he would chat and play with the
children; at other times he would divide the time between
rest and conversation; still oftener, he would simply rest,
as on this occasion; but it had come to be understood
that no one was to speak to him first, and that such homes.
were always open to him as freely as his own.
Yet with a host of friends, and surrounded by a large
family which from the oldest to the youngest entertained
for him a passionate affection, Mr. Beecher always felt
- and sometimes expressed-a deep sense of loneliness.
in his highest nature. The man who seemed to others
always overflowing with buoyancy and animation had in-
numerable hours of secret depression, in which no human
sympathy could afford him any aid. From his child-
hood he was reserved and silent about his inner experi-
ences; and perhaps the failure of his immediate relatives
to understand him in his youth had much to do with the
reactions to which he remained subject to the end of his
days.
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His mind was singularly open to suggestions; and they
often produced most unexpected results. That he sought
ideas for his preaching among men and things rather than
books, he always avowed. But casual conversations, in
which those who talked with him had no idea of influ-
encing his sermons, often had a marked effect. My own
attention was first drawn to this by the result of a Satur-
day evening's sitting with him and an eloquent friend.
We had called to lay a few matters before Mr. Beecher,
affecting his own interests. After finishing these, which
occupied only a few minutes, our conversation drifted
into theology. Mr. Beecher dropped into silence, and
even seemed to fall asleep. Our friend, who is well
known as a ready talker and an interesting one, flowed
on for an hour, with but few interruptions from me, and
none from Mr. Beecher. At last Mr. Beecher seemed to
wake up; and the only comment which he made upon
our joint theology was to invite us, in a cheery tone, to
have some bread and cheese. He preached a good ser-
mon the next morning, without the faintest trace of the
lecture which had been delivered in his presence. The
second Sunday came, with the same result.
But on
the third Sunday morning he poured out a flood of
eloquence, in the course of which he reproduced every
important part of the conversation which had taken
place while he seemed to be asleep, — transforming, how-
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ever, its scientific statements into a torrent of glowing
eloquence.
To those who knew him it need not be said, that in
thus reproducing the ideas of others Mr. Beecher never
was a mere copyist or echo. He could not have been,
if he had tried. He had no memory for mere words.
He could never repeat correctly two consecutive verses
of the Bible; nor could he even restate the ideas of
any other man in their original form. It was impossible
for him to do otherwise than to fuse such ideas in the
fire of his own intellectual furnace, pouring them out in
combination with his own fresh thought, transfigured with
the light of his genius and glowing with the heat of his
love.
In this power of absorbing and transforming the ideas
of others, giving to them a new meaning and application
far beyond that which originally belonged to them, Mr.
Beecher strongly resembled Shakspeare, as indeed he
did in many other respects.
This resemblance never
occurred to me until it was mentioned by Dr. Allon,
one of the ablest Congregationalist divines in England.
Afterward I learned that critics so widely different in
theology, tastes, and genius as Dean Stanley and Mr.
Spurgeon had expressed the same opinion as did Dr.
Allon, that Mr. Beecher was more like Shakspeare
than was any other man of the nineteenth century.
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What makes this concurrence of opinion the more re-
markable is that not one of these gentlemen was aware
that any one else had said the same thing.
Of course Mr. Beecher was not a poet in the technical
sense; nor did his work in external form in any way re-
semble the work of Shakspeare. The one is known to
us only as a writer; the other was almost solely an ora-
tor. The one was engaged only in secular work; the
other mainly in religious teaching. But these are merely
superficial differences. The points of resemblance lie in
the souls of the men. In many-sidedness; in broad
sympathy with men of all classes and all natures; in
extraordinary comprehension of human nature in every
phase; in the power of assimilating the crude ideas and
suggestions of others, reproducing them in new forms,
irradiated with the light of original genius; and, finally,
in the qualities of a true poet, as defined by Shakspeare
himself, the intellectual likeness between the two men
cannot fail to be discerned by all who are able to look
below the surface and the mere accidents of men.
Mr. Beecher's method of work has been often de-
scribed. Almost all his intellectual efforts were made.
between six and ten in the morning. This habit made
it a matter of immense difficulty for him to work with
any one else, and especially with lawyers, who gener-
ally begin work at ten in the morning, and, after a
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rest, resume it at ten at night. For two years Mr.
Beecher was obliged to work with men thus accus-
tomed to turn night into day, and therefore unable to
do any early morning work; and this was one of the
chief causes of that slowness on his part in producing
anything at such times, which was a mystery to the world
at large. Another difficulty, however, lay in his growing
dislike of writing. He never composed so well as when
he stood in front of an expectant audience, not knowing
any better than his listeners just what he was going to
say. His early writings were as vigorous as his sermons.
But during the last twenty years of his life, except when
writing brief and humorous letters, his mind worked
heavily while using the pen. He never learned to use a
short-hand writer, and thus was deprived of that great
help to modern authorship. It was entirely owing to
this increasing repugnance to writing that he failed to
complete his "Life of Christ," and to do other literary
work which he kept in view for years, but never seri-
ously touched. Yet for many years he labored under a
curious illusion as to what he might do in this line.
In 1875 he said, in perfect good faith, that he expected
to retire from the pulpit within a time which he had fixed
upon in his own mind, while he was yet in full possession
of his mental powers; that he should then need steady
and congenial occupation; and that he intended to find
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this occupation in literary work, but especially in writing
for the "Christian Union.” It was a mere dream. Except
for the first year or two, he never did and never could
perform the work of an editor upon that paper, even
to the extent of regularly writing one article a week;
and the nominal editorship which he so long retained
only added to his responsibilities and embittered his
enemies.
What Mr. Beecher was as an orator, everybody knows.
In power of unpremeditated speech, he had no equal in
this or in any English-speaking country. Almost all
famous orators have carefully prepared their speeches,
even to the precise words in which they seem to be carried
away by the enthusiasm of the moment. Edward Everett
repeated the same address, in the same words, hundreds
of times, and always managed to secure a solemn hush
in his audience while the town clock struck nine. Daniel
Webster had more variety; but he never made a long
speech without most elaborate preparation of all the
details. This Mr. Beecher never did and never could
do. On one occasion most of his hearers thought that
he had for once made an exception: he preached a long
sermon with unusual deliberation and solemnity, hardly
once raising his eyes from the paper on his desk. Curious
to see what he had thus composed, we asked for his notes,
and found that the papers which he had in front of him
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contained not one word of what he had uttered. The
most magnificent political speech which I ever heard from
him or from any man, was delivered in New York at a
great meeting held to denounce the brutal attack upon
Charles Sumner in 1856. Mr. Beecher attended, among
the general audience, without the slightest idea of speak-
ing, not having been invited by the managers of the meet-
ing. He only responded to the irresistible demand of the
audience, seconded by the officers of the meeting at the
close. But when he had finished, all the other speeches
of the evening shrank into insignificance, and were as
though they had not been.
Indeed, we all knew that immeasurably the finest part
of his sermons and addresses, at any time, was the part
which he was inspired to utter at the moment, and of
which not a word was in his mind when he arose, or
remained in it after he sat down. His public prayers,
which were never prearranged, were, even considered as
mere intellectual efforts, of more uniformly higher grade
than his sermons, as his sermons, in turn, were much
superior to the lectures which he had fully planned in
advance.
He was endowed, beyond any other man of his time,
with a marvellous combination of power, depth, and sweet-
ness in heart, in word, and in voice. Many a famous
orator, who has thrilled his audience by glowing descrip-
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tions of love and self-sacrifice, has done so by pure force
of imagination and power of language, leaving his own
heart cold, even when he melted all others. But this was
never the case with the man whose memory we honor.
He did indeed often portray and praise qualities which he
had not himself. But no really intelligent listener could
fail to recognize the vast difference between his manner
on such occasions and the overflowing tide of unpremedi-
tated eloquence with which he poured forth his own emo-
tions, his own faith, sympathy, compassion, indignation,
aspiration, and love.
His constant habit of preaching with direct reference to
individual cases has often been mentioned. One of his
preacher friends relates that once, when he spoke to him
about "drawing a bow at a venture," Mr. Beecher in-
stantly replied: "I never draw a bow at a venture. I
always aim at some one man, and try to bring him down.
Then I find afterwards that I bring twenty others with
him." But it has not been mentioned, so far as I know,
that this became so much a part of his nature that he felt
the necessity of having always in his congregation some
friends whom he knew so well as to feel sure of their
responsive sympathy, or, sometimes, their criticism. Such,
however, was naturally the case; and he would ask a very
few to attend on occasions when they might otherwise
have been absent, in order that he might see their faces
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and feel their quick response. In most cases, what he
thus sought was the consciousness that some one was
present whose nature he thoroughly understood and who
was sure to understand him; but he also desired the
presence of two or three who had by nature and training
a taste for statistics and habits of accurate statement. He
once said that he watched these faces when he used illus-
trations drawn from science, mechanics, or professional
details, in order to ascertain on the instant whether he was
on the right path; for he was himself too much of a
prose poet, too genuine an orator, carried away by the
rush of his own burning thoughts, to be capable of using
numerical figures with any accuracy. Of this we once
had an amusing illustration. In the full tide of an elo-
quent sermon, he gave a vivid description of the deep
tolling of the famous bell, “Great Tom of Oxford," which,
he said, "weighs a thousand tons." Just at this moment
he caught the eye of one of his friendly critics, and saw
that he was shaking with suppressed mirth. Instantly he
corrected himself: "I mean ten thousand tons!" Then
he glanced at another statistical listener, and found, to his
dismay, that both his friends were overwhelmed with irre-
sistible laughter. But he could not set his figures right;
so he dropped the subject, and avoided statistics for the
rest of that morning.
It is much to be regretted that no judicious Boswell
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kept a record of Mr. Beecher's conversation. It was full
of the wit and wisdom which mark his public addresses,
each in its appropriate place. Sometimes, in private, he
would break out into a discourse better than any which
he could deliver in public. His mind was always full
until it overflowed in this way; after which he needed an
entire change of thought, and took relief in humor and
harmless nonsense.
Indeed, his mind always seemed to bubble over with
humor just after his greatest intellectual efforts. At the
farewell dinner given to Herbert Spencer the speeches
were rather heavy, and the organizer of the occasion
whispered to Mr. Beecher: "Do say something to wake
these people up!" Mr. Beecher did wake them up effec-
tually by a magnificent speech which roused the whole
company to the utmost enthusiasm. Dr. Hammond (the
well-known Surgeon-General of the army in the war)
strode up to him, and in a voice which resounded through
the hall said: "Mr. Beecher! you are the greatest man
in America, sir!" Mr. Beecher instantly replied with a
reproachful air: "Dr. Hammond! you forget yourself !”
It is a singular fact that he never felt at ease in address-
ing children in public. He had an idea that children must
be talked to in very simple words; and he was in the
habit of using some difficult words, with occasionally a
few which he invented for himself. He could not preach
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with any freedom, if he felt obliged to pick and choose
words. So, feeling sure that children could not under-
stand all that he said, he feared that they would not
understand any of it. When he attempted to speak to a
Sunday-school or other gathering of children, he became
awkward and formal, in remarkable contrast with his usual
manner. He therefore left the conduct of the schools and
other children's services entirely to others, and was with
difficulty persuaded even to visit our own school, for fear
that he would be expected to speak. More than thirty
years ago, a Sunday-school convention was held in Ply-
mouth Church, which called upon Mr. Beecher for an
address. He referred in his remarks to this peculiarity of
his nature, and said that he had a mission to grown-up peo-
ple, and was obliged to leave the children to others. Just
after he had made this statement, Dr. Stephen H. Tyng
entered the church and stepped upon the platform, not
having heard a word of this. Mr. Beecher went on, giving
a beautiful picture of the work of a Sunday-school teacher,
in words which not the most experienced attendants of
such schools could have surpassed. This part Dr. Tyng
heard; and when his turn came, he referred in the most
flattering terms to the manner in which Mr. Beecher had
covered the whole ground. He then went on to say, in
the most blissful ignorance of the personal application of
his words, that he always preferred, in his choice of pas-
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toral work, one child to two adults, adding: "It seems to
me that the Devil would never ask anything more of a min-
ister than to have him feel that his mission was chiefly to
the grown-up members of his congregation, while some
one else was to look after the children." The crowded
audience shook with subdued mirth; while Dr. Tyng,
wholly unconscious of the point of his remark, went on,
pointing to the door of the church: "I can see the Devil
looking in at that door, and saying to the minister on this
platform, 'Now, you just stand there and fire away at the
old folks, and I'll go around and steal away the little
ones.' It is needless to say that the audience broke into
a peal of laughter, which utterly astounded good Dr.
Tyng. Mr. Beecher came forward once more, and hu-
morously but gracefully acknowledged the justice of the
unintended criticism.
} })
Not even Dr. Tyng's sarcasm could reconstruct Mr.
Beecher's nature, and he never changed in this respect.
Yet it seems almost unaccountable that he should have
thus feared to meet children in public, when he was so
intensely fond of them in private, and they always felt
so free and happy with him. Children of all ages and
all classes would run after him and chatter with him
without the slightest fear. When he sat, they would
climb all over him; when he walked the streets, boys
and girls would run up to him, shout to him and play
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with him, as if he were only a boy like themselves. He
could be seen almost any morning with a little crowd
around him, pulling the ear of one, the hair of another,
twisting off a cap, or lifting a little one above his shoulder.
In a morning meeting he related with deep feeling how
a little ragged boy, who had often seen him carrying
flowers, stepped up to him, bashfully offering a bit of
bramble, which was the nearest approach to a flower
that the poor fellow was able to find. Mr. Beecher put
the weed in his button-hole with elaborate care, and
thanked the little ragamuffin in such royal terms that
he went off elated beyond measure.
A wide experience in life, however, accustoms us to
these apparent inconsistencies. Nature makes large com-
pensations. The gifts of outward expression and inward
depth of feeling are but seldom united. If it were other-
wise, mothers would preach the finest sermons. But im-
partial Nature, jealous of too liberal a disposition of her
gifts, bestows upon woman the profoundest depths of
love and tenderness, and upon man the loftiest powers.
of putting them into words. Henry Ward Beecher was
too much of a woman, in his passionate tenderness for
children, to be able to express that tenderness in words
which were tolerable to himself, however acceptable they
might be to his hearers.
It is but little to say that Mr. Beecher was the most
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eminent citizen of Brooklyn. Brooklyn owed its celeb-
rity to him; it added nothing to his. But beyond this,
he was the only American living within the last thirty
years, never holding public office, and owing no part of
his reputation to adventitious circumstances, whose name
would have been recognized in every English-speaking
country as having even a reasonable claim to rank among
the great men of the age. If Lincoln had never been
president, if Grant and Sherman had never been generals,
no one doubts that they would have remained obscure
to the end of their days. Indeed, there never was, in the
whole history of our country, another American in strictly
private life, to whose greatness any testimony could be
collected which would compare with the enthusiastic love
and devotion on the one hand, and the malignant envy
and hatred on the other, which followed Henry Ward
Beecher during nearly forty years. The impression which
a man makes upon humanity in general is the final test
of his real weight. There is a specific gravity in char-
acter; and mental and moral greatness determine them-
selves by their displacement. Judged by this test, where
is the American living within the last half-century who,
without the aid of high public office, has given such procf
of inherent greatness as Henry Ward Beecher? We are
apt to put entirely too little value upon the testimonies
of hatred and envy: they are stronger evidence of the
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grandeur of their object than any amount of praise, and
indeed are almost indispensable to establish the true
greatness of any man. Never before in the history of
this country never, indeed, in the history of the world.
were such gigantic efforts put forth to crush any merely
private citizen. Never was an entire nation so absorb-
ingly interested in the fate of such a man; never did
such an army of devoted friends rally to his support.
The hatred of the base; the envy of the mean; the
admiration of the generous; the trust, the fidelity, the
devotion of friends; the love of all whose hearts were
large enough to understand true love,—each in its place
and measure, but all poured out upon this man with in-
tensity unparalleled, - all attest him the greatest Ameri-
can of his time.
It is our pride to have recognized the true royalty of
Henry Ward Beecher while he was with us, and to bear
continuous testimony to it now that he has left us. For
once, at least, as the golden moments of life have flowed
past us, we have seen in them something better than sand;
the angels have visited us, and we have not waited to
know them until they were gone.
After the Address, the services were continued according
to the arranged programme, which is here reproduced.
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HENRY WARD BEECHER.
Charles Wesley.
Hymn.
BY THE CHOIR AND CONGREGATION.
Tune, "BEECHER.”
Love divine! all love excelling!
Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Fix in us Thy humble dwelling;
All Thy faithful mercies crown!
Jesus, Thou art all compassion;
Pure, unbounded love Thou art;
Visit us with Thy salvation!
Enter every trembling heart!
Breathe, oh, breathe Thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast!
Let us all in Thee inherit;
Let us find Thy promised rest!
Come, Almighty to deliver!
Let us all Thy grace receive;
Suddenly return; and never,
Never more Thy temples leave!
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Finish, then, Thy new creation :
Pure and spotless may we be;
Let us see our whole salvation
Perfectly secured by Thee!
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before Thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
John Zundel.
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Hymn.
BY MRS. CLEMENTINE LASAR STUDwell.
Benj. Schmolke.
My Jesus! as Thou wilt!
Oh, may Thy will be mine!
Into Thy hand of love
I would my all resign.
Through sorrow or through joy,
Conduct me as Thine own,
And help me still to say,
My Lord, Thy will be done!
C. M. Von Weber.
My Jesus! as Thou wilt!
All shall be well for me;
Each changing future scene
I gladly trust to Thee;
Straight to my home above
I travel calmly on,
And sing, in life or death,
My Lord, Thy will be done!
Rev. W. W. How.
Prayer.
BY MR. THOMAS J. TILNEY.
Hymn.
BY THE CHOIR.
J. Barnby.
For all the saints, who from their labor rest,
Who Thee by faith before the world confessed,
Thy name, O Jesus! be forever blest.
Alleluia !
Thou wast their Rock, their Fortress, and their might;
Thou, Lord, their Captain in the well-fought fight;
Thou, in the darkness drear, their one True Light.
Alleluia !
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Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victors' crown of gold!
Alleluia !
The golden evening brightens in the west;
Soon, soon, to faithful warriors comes the rest;
Sweet is the calm of Paradise the blest.
Alleluia !
But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious Day;
The saints triumphant rise in bright array;
The King of Glory passes on His way!
Alleluia !
Rev. J Ellerton.
The Lord's Prayer.
Hymn.
BY THE CHOIR.
Rev. J. B. Dykes.
Now the laborer's task is o'er;
Now the battle-day is past;
Now upon the farther shore
Lands the voyager at last.
Father! in Thy gracious keeping
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.
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There the tears of earth are dried;
There its hidden things are clear;
There the work of life is tried
By a juster judge than here.
Father in Thy gracious keeping
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.
There the sinful souls that turn
To the Cross their dying eyes,
All the love of Christ shall learn
At His feet in Paradise.
Father! in Thy gracious keeping
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.
There no more the powers of hell
Can prevail to mar their peace;
Christ the Lord shall guard them well,
He who died for their release.
Father in Thy gracious keeping
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.
"Earth to earth! and dust to dust!
Calmly now the words we say;
Leaving him to sleep in trust,
Till the Resurrection Day.
Father! in Thy gracious keeping
Leave we now Thy servant sleeping.
}
The Benediction having been pronounced by the pas-
tor, the great congregation remained in stillness, while
the band of Memorial Children rose and slowly retired,
singing their
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Recessional Hymn.
Rt. Rev. Christopher Wordsworth, D. D.
Henry Smart.
The day is gently sinking to a close;
Fainter and yet more faint the sunlight glows.
O Brightness of Thy Father's glory! Thou
Eternal Light of Light, be with us now!
Where Thou are present, darkness cannot be;
Midnight is glorious noon, O Lord, with Thee.
Our changeful lives are ebbing to an end;
Onward to darkness and to death we tend.
O Conqueror of the grave, be Thou our Guide!
Be Thou our Light in Death's dark eventide !
Then in our mortal hour will be no gloom,
No sting in death, no terror in the tomb.
Thou who in darkness walking didst appear
Upon the waves, and Thy disciples cheer,
Come, Lord, in lonesome days, when storms assail,
And earthly hopes and human succors fail!
When all is dark, may we behold Thee nigh,
And hear Thy voice: "Fear not! for it is I."
The weary world is mouldering to decay:
Its glories wane; its pageants fade away.
In that last sunset, when the stars shall fall,
May we arise, awakened by Thy call,
With Thee, O Lord! forever to abide,
In that blest Day which has no eventide.
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Memorial Children.
Sunday, March 8, 1891.
CORA ALLEN ALDRICH
ALICE REBECCA AYERS
FLORENCE JESSIE AVERS
ANNA BINGHAM
BEATRICE BOSWORTH
ANNA CAROLENA BRIGGS
MARY BRIGGS
MARY BEATRICE BRYAN
L. EDITH BULWINKLE
GRACE HANNAH BUSH
BERTHA CAMERON
ANTOINETTE CARRACIOLI
GRACE VIOLET DRAKE
SARAH JENNEY GILBERT
EMMA GRAF
ADELAIDE DOWNES HARTLEY
KATE MAY HARVEY
MARY M. HETTRICK
ADELAIDE C. HOFFMAN
ADELINE HOLLROCK
GIRLS
RUTH HOWARD
CARRIE HOWELLS
CLARA ETHEL IVES
ALMA HUTCHINS JUDSON
CLARA HOWARD KING
ETHEL KING
MABEL KING
ANNA M. LANG
LILIAN VICTORIA LEASK
ELIZABETH DEBORAH LEIGH
BELLA SHEARER LINDSAY
AMANDA JEANNETTE LOHMANN
CLARA LOOP
JOSEPHINE PAYNE
KATE RAHME PHIPPS
NELLIE PLANQUETTE
CARRIE RICHT
MAUD RILEY
MINNIE RILEY
SILVIE RILEY
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ADDIE RODENBURGH
ANNA RODENBURGH
EVELYN ROSE
IRENE STEARNS
EDITH M. STERLING
JENNIE D. THORPE
REBECCA V. N. TREACY
ANNIE ELLA VAN VOORHIS
MAUD S. WENDELL
NATHALIE WIERUM
ELEANOR WILLIAMS
HENRIETTA WILLIAMS
MARY JENNIE TORNOW
ISABELLE STUART WOODRUFF
MARY FLORENCE YOUNG
BOYS
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ARVID ANDERSON
HAROLD ATWOOD
FREDERICK WILSON BOSWORTH
MARTIN EDWARD BULWINKLE
CHAUNCEY CLARKE
FRANK EDWIN DAVIS
MANSUR WHITFIELD DAVIS
GEORGE FRANKLIN DEMAREST
FRANK DONAHUE
STARR DONALDSON
SAMUEL CAREY DUNN
STEPHEN WILLIAM DUNN
FREDERICK WILLIAM GEER
GEORGE WARREN GRAHAM, JR.
EDWARD HELME
IRA JAMESON
FRANK E. KNEELAND, JR.
FRANK JAMES LAYDEN
ARCHIE MILLER
WALTER LAWRENCE PIERCE
CURTIS WHITE PIERCE
THOMAS PRICE THOMPSON
WILLIAM NEWTON THORPE
FARRAR TILNEY
ROBERT FINGLAND TILNEY
ARTHUR CECIL TURNER
AUBREY FRENCH VAN VOORHIS
FRANK HENRY WOODRUFF, JR.
LOUIS H. WUSTERMANN
List of Beecher Books.
Patriotic Addresses
On Slavery, Civil War (including Speeches in England, 1863), and
Civil Liberty in the United States-1850 to 1885. With a Review of
his Personality and Political Influence by JOHN R. HOWARD. 8vo.,
858 pp. Popular edition (uniform with Sermons, etc.), cloth, $2.
The Life of Jesus, the Christ.
Completed edition. Vol. I and Vol. II to Chapter xxv, as Mr. Beecher
finished them; Vol. II, Chapters xxvi to xxxii, compiled from his Ser-
mons by W. C. BEECHER and Rev. S. SCOVILLE. Cloth, $5.50; half
mor., $9.50. Volumes singly: clo., $3; half mor., $5.
A Summer in England.
Addresses, Lectures, and Sermons delivered there in 1886. With
account of Tour by Maj. Jas. B. POND. Artotype portrait; MSS., notes,
etc. Clo., gt. top, $2.
Evolution and Religion.
Part I.-Theoretical_and_Doctrinal; paper, 50 cts. Part II.—Prac-
tical and Vital; paper, $1. In 1 vol., garnet cloth, $1.50.
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Yale Lectures on Preaching.
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Christian Doctrines and their Use. Thirty-three Lectures. 960 pages.
Three volumes in one. Garnet cloth, $2.
Comforting Thoughts
For those in Bereavement, Illness and Adversity.
Compiled by
IRENE OVINGTON. With Vignettes. Cloth, limp, 75 cts.; cloth, gilt, $1.
Beecher as a Humorist.
Selections of Wit and Humor from his Works. Compiled by ELEANOR
KIRK. Vellum cloth, $1.
Sermons: Ellinwood's Reports.
In Troublous Times, Four vols., 1873-5. Garnet cloth. Per
vol., $1.50. (Also some miscellaneous vols.)
Inspiration and the Bible. A new volume of unpublished
Sermons. Garnet cloth, $1.50.
Plymouth Pulpit, back numbers, 5 cts.; assorted lots, 50 cts.
per dozen. Send for list.
Royal Truths
Reported from his Spoken Words. Eighth edition. Cloth, $1.25.
Norwood:
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$1.25. (Seventieth thousand.)
Biography of H. W. Beecher.
From personal and family records By W. C. BEECHER and Rev. S.
SCOVILLE, assisted by Mrs. H. W. BEECHER. Steel portrait. Clo., $3;
half mor., $4.50.
Henry Ward Beecher: A Study
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JOHN R. HOWARD. (Same as Introductory Review in "Patriotic Ad-
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A Biography of Rev. Henry Ward Beecher.
BY WM. C. BEECHER AND REV. SAMUEL SCOVILLE,
ASSISTED BY MRS. HENRY WARD BEECHER.
This standard work, known generally as "The Family Biog-
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compilations sold as giving the life" of Mr. Beecher, has in-
trinsic merits which are more and more recognized as it takes its
permanent place. It gives ample details of Mr. Beecher's child-
hood, youth and early manhood; copious extracts from his char-
acteristic diaries, and graphic portrayals of his experiences and
conflicts as a preacher of Christ and a champion of liberty. Every
page possesses a fascination growing out of the subject. The
tribulations and sorrows of the great preacher are not passed over
lightly, as many advised, but are calmly and sorrowfully set forth
in clear perspective, as befits an impartial history.
One vol., large 8vo, 713 pp.
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"Will always be the best personal
biography of Mr. Beecher-the one
which contains the most of his own
personality.
The editors have
wisely kept themselves in the back-
ground, and making use of the au-
t biographical material which Mr.
Beecher left in the form of letters
and in personal reminiscences scat-
tered through his writings, they
have woven together a narrative of
which Mr. Beecher may be truly said
to be himself the author."-Chris-
tian Uni n.
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been read by us with the deepest in-
terest.
A narrative in which
truthfulness is patent in every line.
We heartily commend the
reading of this book to those who
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an outside view of Mr. Beecher's
life."-Pulpit Treasury, N. Y.
"Rich in its collection of facts, it
bears evidence of singular industry
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THE LIFE OF JESUS, THE CHRIST.
BY HENRY WARD BEECHER.
Completed Edition. Vol. I entire, and Vol. II to end of Chap-
ter XXV, stand as Mr. Beecher finished them. Chapters XXVI
to XXXII, concluding the second volume, have been carefully
compiled from the Author's Sermons along the line of the topics in-
volved, by his son, WM. C. BEECHER and REV. SAMUEL SCOVILLE.
Issued in two vols., 8vo; richly illustrated with steel and wood engrav-
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$9.50. Volumes separately, for those who wish to complete old sets:
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Fragments of Opinion when Vol. I was issued.
"The ordinary overflowing exuber-
ance of his style, its manifold illus-
trations, its boldness and occasional
homeliness, its perpetual play of wit
and sarcasm, are here abated; the
marvelous majesty and beauty of the
person of Jesus have had an elevating
and chastening power. The result
is a dignity almost uniformly sus-
tained, and now and then passages
of exquisite beauty."-Presbyterian
Quarterly and Princeton Review.
"The great poet-preacher of our
day has prepared for the Church a
marvelous gallery of pictures.
No one can easily lay aside the book
when once he commences its perusal
until he has completed the last page;
and all will anxiously await the pub-
lication of the concluding volume.".
Christian Advocate, New York.
"In the best qualities of historical
composition, in bold grouping, strong
delineation, clear narrative, the book
is all that could be asked for; and the
constant recurrence of metaphors and
illustrations from the natural world
has a singular appropriateness and
beauty in the story of one who
so constantly taught by like meth-
ods." - Boston Daily Advertiser,
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