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THE HEARTH-STONE:

Thoughts upon Home-Life in Our Cities.

by

SAMUEL OSGOOD,

Author of "Studies in Christian Biography,"
"God with Men, or Footprints of Providential Leaders," &C.


      "This is the famous stone
        That turneth all to gold:
  For that which God doth touch and own
        Cannot for less be told."
                                 GEORGE HERBERT.







New-York:
D. Appleton and Company,
200 Broadway.
London: 10 Little Britain.
1854.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1858 by
D. Appleton And Company,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern
District of New-York.





PREFACE.


These thoughts are published for the same reason that led the author from
time to time to put them upon paper,--a wish to meet a want in the sphere
of the affections rather than to claim any honor in the kingdom of ideas.
Wherever important questions have been at issue he has not avoided them,
however conspicuous or controverted; but the volume aims to breathe a
kindly spirit above the reach of sect and party. He is not ashamed to have
his style show something of the habit of his profession, and to use, in
part, ideas that he has expressed in the lyceum and the pulpit in a
different form.

It will be seen that the several subjects connect themselves more or less
closely with a year's life in the household, and that the light which
cheers the whole twelvemonth is kindled on the hearth-stone at Christmas
and New Year.

The state of things in our American cities is now so peculiar, so marked
by privilege and peril, that no earnest plea for home affections and
virtues can be wholly thrown away. To dedicate books to conspicuous names
is a custom now almost obsolete, and if the Author were to venture upon
any dedication of this little volume it would read somewhat thus:--

  TO THOSE WHO HAVE EVER LOVED HOME,
  AND WHO WISH TO LOVE IT ALWAYS.

NEW-YORK, _Oct. 22, 1853_.




CONTENTS.


                                  Page

  HOME VIEWS OF AMERICAN LIFE        7

  THE IDEAL OF WOMANHOOD            27

  THE HOPE OF CHILDHOOD             45

  NEW THINGS                        63

  SOLICITUDE OF PARENTS             79

  REVERENCE IN CHILDREN             91

  BROTHERS AND SISTERS             105

  MARRIAGE                         119

  OUR FRIENDS                      135

  MASTER AND SERVANT               151

  THE DIVINE GUEST                 167

  THE ORPHAN                       183

  THE YOUNG PRODIGAL               199

  EDUCATION OF DAUGHTERS           213

  BUSINESS AND THE HEART           233

  SUMMER IN THE COUNTRY            249

  RETURNING HOME                   265

  THE CHURCH IN THE HOUSE          277




Home Views of American Life.




HOME VIEWS OF AMERICAN LIFE.


What day of all the year gives an American a happier sense of his civil
and domestic blessings, than the old feast of the ingathering--the
time-hallowed Thanksgiving? Once more it has come round; and our pen is
disposed to catch a little of its genial temper before the hearth-stone.

This is peculiarly the home festival of our people, and throughout all the
States of our republic it is affectionately cherished. As such, resting
upon a good old precedent, it appeals to a permanent want, and gains
interest with years. The character of the day has somewhat changed, and
the domestic element in its uses preponderates far over the
ecclesiastical. Yet much of the old feeling remains, and thousands gather
in the churches, all the better prepared by the hour of worship, for the
hours of fireside enjoyment. Large scope is usually given the preacher at
this time, and many a timid man ventures upon bold themes, quite free to
take the political, or social, or philanthropic, or ecclesiastical view of
the country or the world, as he may choose. The preacher may not
complain, then, of the essayist for taking something of the same liberty,
and trenching a little upon the prerogative of the pulpit. It is surely
not amiss to open this series of discursive papers with some thoughts upon
our home blessings, upon God's hand in giving them, and our work in
spreading them.

Our home blessings! Take first the most obvious view of them. Consider the
plenty that abounds. I speak not of the few affluent, but of the great
majority who enjoy the common lot. What abundance in their homes! Look at
the household of any unpretending citizen, and say what realm of earth,
what domain of nature, does not send its treasures thither? The orchards,
the fields, the pastures, the hills, the rivers, the mines, the oceans,
bring their tribute to the fireside. From the shores of the Mediterranean
come the olive, the grape, the orange, the fig, the date. The farther
Indies send their fragrant herbs and sweet spices. The repast of a frugal
family is rarely set forth without offerings from all quarters of the
globe. The cottager's lamp, that burns by night, is fed with oil from the
Arctic zone. The light of day shines through clear crystal, that shows the
perfection of the arts, and the cheapness of their most beautiful
products. In humble abodes the wonders of manufacture appear. Rich cotton
stuffs tell of the affluence of the Southern soil and the skill of the
Northern artisan. Luxuries, of old the prerogative of princes, are now
familiar things. The silks of France and Italy are worn by the wife and
daughters of the farmer and the mechanic. I will not try to describe the
mansions of the wealthy, although these, when graced by refinement, and
exalted by piety and charity, may give impressive views of the ample
bounty of Providence. It is better to contemplate the plenty within reach
of the common lot. Among what people, in what age, has the common lot been
so favored as with us? When in the earth's history have so many persons
had reason to be grateful at the feast of the ingathering as now? We boast
not of great banquets, in which the luxury of the few is wrung from the
misery of the many. We speak not of pearls dissolved in the wine cup, and
the price of cities thus quaffed at a draught. Our country, prouder than
the empire of a Caligula, or a Cleopatra, can point to the households of
her people, and in the amount of their combined blessings pity the poverty
of the builders of the Coliseum or the Pyramids. Other lands may have
prouder palaces and more princely fortunes. None can show so many favored
homes. Go to thy home, and tell how great things the Lord, the giver of
the harvests, hath done for thee in its plenty.

Consider too its peace as well as its plenty. No wars disturb it, nor
rumors of war. No civil strifes threaten its tranquillity. No tyrannical
powers intrude upon its freedom. Every household is better guarded than
any feudal castle. Equal laws make it more impregnable than walls or
moats. Public opinion is a host of defence stronger than an army with
banners. We do not indeed forget our own imperfections and failings. We do
not forget that millions are in bondage in our land, and that if they have
homes in favored cases, they have them by their owners' mercy, not by
their own legal right. Yet to-day the slave is somewhat a sharer in his
master's bounty, and this feast, that carries our thoughts back to the
time of the great Hebrew Exodus, allows us to enjoy the liberty that God
has bestowed upon us and these free States, and forbids us to despair of
the redemption of any of the races yet held in bondage. It is something to
boast of, that slavery is the exception now among civilized nations,
instead of being, as of old, the universal law for the weaker from the
stronger. For ourselves, we disclaim all share in its origin and
continuance, deeming it to be a local misfortune to be deplored, not a
national institution to be honored.

As a nation, we are lovers of equal law. The sober thought, nurtured by
the best experience of the Atlantic States, finds its response in the new
regions of the farthest West, and not even the mad thirst for gold has
made the restless people on our Pacific coast forgetful of their
birthright of liberty and law. A mighty habit of civil order has entered
into our national life. The strongholds of order are in our homes. There
each man finds the motive that leads him to resist alike the disorganizer
and the invader. Thence we derive the assurance of the best of standing
armies; for men that have households to defend, will be as little inclined
to yield to hostile invasion as to destructive revolution. How peaceful
our homes! As mighty is the power nurtured within them that makes them so.

Go home, and in addition to the blessings of plenty and of peace, consider
the means of intellectual and spiritual culture there. The laboring man
may own a better library than a prince or prelate of the olden time. For a
pittance trifling even to him, he may have tidings daily from all quarters
of his own country, and from foreign lands. His children bring with them
more learning from the common school, than would have sufficed of old to
constitute the wisdom of a sage. For a less sum than the tippler gives for
the draught that fevers his blood and crazes his brain, the artisan may
adorn his house with choice works of art, through the cheap and beautiful
products of the engraver's skill; and thus the beautiful from the hand of
man and of God, may refine and cheer the common lot. Music, that voice of
the beautiful arts, is becoming a familiar blessing, and a part of
ordinary education. Groups of children by the fireside, and in the field
and garden, sometimes at the corners of the streets or in their walk home
from school, are heard singing their songs and hymns together, thus
exchanging discord for peace, quarrels for harmony. Even the utilities
that are becoming the custom of our time, have their refining and exalting
influences. The light that streams up in our streets and houses, is the
handmaid of a light brighter than its own. The pure water that gushes up
in so many homes, has connections far more substantial than fanciful with
the living water of the divine word. Facts enough show that human
civilization needs, in the most literal sense, its water-baptism before
its spirit-baptism can be realized.

The spirit is not lost sight of even in this utilitarian age. In religion
the means of culture have their consummation. Within every home, in any
degree worthy the name, Christianity proves its power, whether the gospel
be nominally professed or not. The very unity of the family comes from
Him, who has decreed the purity of the home by his fundamental law, and
bound parents to each other and their offspring by a tie at once of
principle and affection. Greater still the blessing where Christianity is
fully known and practised in its truths and graces, where the pleasant
fireside is a consecrated altar, and the earthly mansion opens ever into
the heavenly.

Consider then the blessings of our homes--their plenty, their peace, their
means of intellectual and spiritual culture.

Consider them well, and moreover, own God's hand in them.

God is Creator and Lord of nature. From him comes the plenty of our homes.
Man does not create, he finds the bounties of his lot. His utmost industry
and skill but find the blessings stored up for him. We may look upon the
kingdom of nature from many points of view. We may consider the organism
of the heavens, the great periods of the earth's apparent formation, the
influence of climate and position upon the history of nations, and see
God's hand in natural laws. But what view of the universe is more sublime,
and at the same time more touching, than that from the home? The heavens
themselves help in keeping it upon its foundation by the force of the
great law of attraction, whilst every element and domain of the earth
conspires to give it blessing. Tenderly indeed does the Lord of this
great Cosmos care for the dwellings of men. His love looks down from the
stars of heaven that shine into the casement, and is reflected from the
little flower that blooms in the garden, or cheers the sick man's chamber.
To God, Creator and Preserver, be our thanksgiving.

God is in history, and to his hand we trace the peace of our homes. Our
familiar social blessings are not the exhalations of a day, but the growth
of ages. No clearer or more striking view of the development of the Divine
plans in the course of events can be given than the domestic view. All
that God has done for man as an individual soul or as a social being, thus
is made to appear. There is a providence in the development of liberty,
and so too in the progress of law, and in the combination of them both in
a true social order. What better symbol of their combination and proof of
providential guidance than the peaceful home? How vast the providential
agencies instrumental in framing that statute-book which, next to the
Bible, is the safeguard of the dwelling, and which bands the whole nation
together in defence of every citizen's right,--the constitution of our
country, to us the bequest of ages, guided by an arm mightier than man's,
and to issues beyond his dream. In two grand lines of influence it brings
to every household the co-ordinate powers which, from quarters once
antagonistic, unite in a true civilization. It guarantees to every family
the liberty so dearly prized by the old parent races of the Germanic
North, whilst it gathers them into a great nation under the guidance of
that law which was the bequest of the Roman empire to the world. These
and all the leading lines of history meet in the home, and in them we own
God's guiding hand. From the East with the Star of true empire, came the
benign power that united these two mighty agencies of our civilization.
Surely it was the religion of Jesus that wedded Roman law to Germanic
liberty, and laid the foundations of constitutional freedom and domestic
peace. Blessed indeed was that bridal, and the living Word that hallowed
the union still dispenses the blessing, and calls the children of its
lineage to a future brightening unto the perfect day.

The Constitution, and above it, the Bible! In this is the Word of God, and
the way of life, present and eternal. It is the chief agency in
intellectual and spiritual culture, giving the mind its true aim, the soul
its rightful dignity, life its highest grace. Where the Bible is held in
honor, the home has purity and elevation. Interesting indeed is the
ecclesiastical view of Christianity. For its priests and temples we have
no words of disparagement. Yet we most honor the church in honoring the
home, for where the family is most blessed, there the church is most
worthy. The history of the gospel neither ends nor begins with that of
cathedrals and priesthoods. Since God laid the foundation of domestic
purity on Sinai, since Jesus bore the grace of the gospel to the homes of
Judah and Galilee, the brightest illustrations of the beauty and power of
religion have been given in abodes far less stately than the temple, or
the cloister, or the palace. The end is not yet, not yet developed are our
grounds of gratitude to the Heavenly Father for the gospel in the
blessings of our homes. God's love in giving them, we own and adore.

Responsibility walks ever hand in hand with privilege, and human duty
follows in the path of Divine goodness. No topic of graver import can be
urged now, than that of the obligation of Christian people to diffuse
domestic blessings. This topic carries us into the heart of the momentous
social questions of our age. The Christian should have his answer ready,
an answer too which considers all the needs of man's being, and respects
alike his physical and moral wants.

The most obvious, certainly the most obtrusive evil in the homes of the
wretched, is poverty. The love of God, who has given for man's use the
earth and its fulness, the gospel of Him who fed the hungry and healed the
sick, teach us to look with tender interest upon the poor, and try to
redeem them from a lot as full of temptation as of suffering. Of public
and private almsgiving, I will not speak now, important in their places as
these are. There is a need far greater than these can alleviate, and I
cannot dwell upon them here, pertinent as it would be to urge the worth of
those benevolent schemes that aim to provide comfortable homes for the
poor, and commodious baths and wash-houses in their neighborhoods. These
charities appeal to enlightened self-interest, as well as humanity, and,
if we will not ask in kindness who is my neighbor, we shall ask in fear,
either of pestilent disease or aggressive violence. The springs of human
energy are to be moved as never before, and the wretched are to be made to
help themselves as never before; or our civilization, certainly European
civilization, will stand on the brink of an abyss fearful as at the
dissolution of the old Roman Empire. Poverty has, in some cases, made an
alliance that gives omens of a conspiracy worse than Catiline's, and, with
cunning quickened by want, sharpens its knife upon the stone which has
fallen to its lot instead of bread,--bent upon living by destruction, if
it is not taught to live by producing. It is an indisputable fact that in
many countries the majority are so ignorant and inefficient, that the
whole annual product of the land is not sufficient to provide for their
decent wants. The theorists of France, who have been losing their wits in
the airy heights of pantheistic socialism, hoping to find a way to plenty,
other than the old way of labor and frugality, may well remember the
answer of the admirable political economist, Chevalier, and look for
plenty rather in making property more desirable than less so, and giving
the whole people the desire and the opportunity of profitable labor. The
material product of France at the highest estimate, he declares, does not
exceed ten thousand millions of francs, and thus at this estimate, an
equal division would give each person 78 centimes, or about 14-1/2 cents
per day, for food, lodging, clothing, education, enjoyment. Thus, he adds,
even upon the supposition of an absolute distribution of products, France
is not in a condition to give the majority of her children a tolerable
subsistence. Of course millions of citizens now come far short of this
miserable pittance. What is the inference? Certainly the productive
industry of the nation must be increased, that there may be plenty in the
home. Let more wealth be produced, and each man be put in a position to
get a due share of it, and the misery is alleviated, and plenty in the
household stops the spirit of reckless revolution, and gives the spirit of
peace, and motive and time for the higher aims of life.

What shall increase the national wealth and distribute it with due justice
in the homes of the people? Communism? Not so; for destroying the very
idea of property is not the way to increase the aggregate of property. Who
will work, if his gains are not secured to him and his children? Who will
plant the grain or the vine, if the field or the vineyard is to be an open
pasture, which any idler may waste? The way to enlarge and distribute
wealth is rather to strengthen the foundations of property, and give all
motive to earn their share of it by labor, temperance, and economy.

Here we believe that every nation is bound to apply the force of law to
reach the root of the difficulty. I am not proposing to discuss the
various projects set on foot to insure the more equable distribution of
property--such as the homestead laws of some of our own States, or the
measures in train to redeem the peasants of Ireland from their slavish
penury. Very certain it is, that we need to watch jealously the
distribution of the public lands, to keep them from the grasp of avarice
and intrigue, and to hold out the utmost inducements to actual settlers to
till and own the soil. It is interesting to find that upon this one point,
the most sanguine of the Land Reformers have much countenance from the
most judicious conservatives, and the wary sagacity of Webster himself
saw no peril in securing a part of the national domain to every
persevering cultivator. It is also interesting to observe that, whilst the
ultraist advocates of a protective tariff have signally lowered their
tone, some of the most earnest advocates of free trade, as the only
philosophical theory, are favoring such judicious protective duties as
shall tend to bring the producer and consumer near together, check the
wastefulness of needless transportation, and thus prepare the way for the
final triumph of free trade by the action of associative industry. All
such expedients however good in themselves, are of no avail apart from a
broad and energetic policy that meets the difficulty in the face. We mean
the education of the entire people in schools open to all the children of
the nation. Thus we reach the home--thus we open the eyes and quicken the
energies of the people--thus we enlarge the products of intelligent labor,
and guard against the worst evils of human inequality. Thus we open the
way for a better social science and organization, and favor the associated
enterprise, which is the best safeguard against communism. The educated,
industrious population will take their own lot into their own hands, and
by practising a truer philosophy of accommodation, they will apply in
their home economy something of that wise policy which has been left too
exclusively to the use of the favored few. The architecture of the house,
and the arrangements of the neighborhood, will show the influence. Whilst
gardens, filled with rare exotics, and stately mansions adorned with the
graces of art, may still be the prerogative of affluence; we shall see the
comfortable and tasteful houses of the unpretending classes ranged about
pleasant and salubrious squares, with all the appliances of health and
order, usually deemed beyond their means. For my own part, I know no more
cheering aspect of our country and our age, than that which is furnished
by some of those villages, which have been built up in the vicinity of our
great cities by associations of mechanics, securing to each man an
independent home. The fact that a set of men, educated in our free
schools, and with no means but the fruit of their own honest toil, provide
such homes for themselves, must give a benevolent observer more genuine
satisfaction, and more encouraging hope, than any of the proudest triumphs
of capital, whether a palace in the city or a palace upon the water. It is
not out of place here to say, that the highest honor will belong to him
among our architects, who most skilfully plans a model house for the many
of us who have moderate or slender means--a house that shall for the least
outlay best secure the retirement, the refinement, and the health that
make a true home. Honor to the science that has busied itself with this
problem, and to the capital which has tried to carry the solution into
practice thus far!

A true system of popular education in connection with our laws regarding
inheritance, is raising up a generation which will not long be ignorant of
the power of intelligence, industry, and friendly accommodation, in
developing a social policy beyond the reach of the fanatical theorists of
the old world, who have impoverished the nations in their promise of
plenty, and shed blood in rivers in the name of fraternity. The great mass
of the people, it is to be hoped, will continue to have that home feeling,
which is as mighty in conservation as in defence. We shall remain as we
are in the best sense of the term--the most conservative nation on the
face of the earth. That race of Ishmaelites, the homeless, the desperate,
the Bedouins of civilization, whose hand is against every man's, whose
delight is in commotion, whose life is in destruction, whose hope is in
the despair of others, will disappear, kept down in their true place, or
what is better, transformed into intelligent, industrious citizens, lovers
of the state, the church, and the home.

Thus do we commend the worth of industry and the education upon which it
rests, in diffusing the household blessings that we enjoy. But we build
upon a sandy foundation without a positive religious basis. Upon that the
household rests for its primary dependence, and they that sustain and
practise Christian principles are benefactors alike of the dwelling and
the church. Not merely among the wretched and ignorant does the gospel
utter its rebukes, and urge its duties in reference to this point. It is
in quarters far different that the great wrong has been done, and a great
work is demanded. Errors of principle as errors of life, have power from
the station that renders them conspicuous, or the refinement that clothes
them with grace. Of errors of life in those who give to dissipation the
prestige of eloquence, and throw the grace of splendor around vices that
strike at the foundations of domestic purity, I will not now undertake to
treat. A passing word, however, upon certain modes of thinking and
talking, which sow the seeds of those vices in quarters the most opposite.
The pantheistic theories that confound all moral distinctions by
confounding the distinction between God and nature, and make of passion a
devotion, by calling all enthusiasm inspiration, have had their origin
chiefly among secluded dreamers, bent, perhaps, upon amusing leisure by
reckless speculation. Idly as the summer winds that float the thistle-down
on their breath, have they vented their speculations, until amazed that
their own fields and their neighbor's have been sown with tares by these
gossamer voyagers. Wherever pantheism goes, there license follows in its
train. More perilous than atheism, because more alluring, it defies
passion, and in the name of inspiration degrades man to the brute. It
blasts life with its torrid fires, as atheism freezes by its polar cold.
In the extremes of society--the affluent and the wretched--this tendency
is found, alike in its speculative and practical form, in its denial of
personal responsibility, its enthroning of indulgence in the place of
discipline. Many a stately home is desolate, many an humble dwelling
miserable, because the God of the gospel is denied, and that
uncompromising law which secures the home its purity, peace and power, has
been broken.

Chief among the blessings of the household, then, we name the gospel. It
gives the crown to industry and education. Crowning industry and education
thus alike by our personal bearing, our public policy, we give as we have
received, and acknowledge our duty, as we own God's love in our domestic
blessings.

       *       *       *       *       *

Bring near to ourselves now, in its personal and cheering aspect, the
topic before us. To God, the Lord of nature, Ruler of events, Father of
our spirits, be all the glory. Be his love the spring of our humanity. In
the bounty of our hand, in the bounty of an example personal and domestic,
which in itself is a benefaction, in an enlarged public, nay Christian
spirit, let us freely give as we have received; that plenty, peace, piety,
may cheer the dwellings of men and regenerate the world. This day be our
thanksgiving at once a prayer of faith and a vow of humanity. It is the
old home festival of our fathers that we are to keep. Whose heart does not
yearn with sacred remembrances and affections to-day? The emigrant, the
traveller, the sailor, all turn their thoughts homeward as the day
approaches, and lament that their steps cannot follow their desires. Under
sunny skies, amid the balmy gales and luscious fruits of the tropics, the
wanderer yearns to cross the familiar threshold, and our bleak North in
her wintry robe is dearer than Italy or the Indies. Many an exile has
feelings that speak in such simple words as these:

  "My father's bones, New England,
    Sleep in thy hallowed ground,
  My living kin, New England,
    In thy precious paths are found;
  And though my body dwelleth here,
    And my weary feet here roam,
  My spirit and my hopes are still
    In thee, my own loved home."

Yet distance does not rob even the exile of all the blessings, and he
knows that he is not forgotten. Families separated throughout the year,
now gather together. Sons and daughters return to the parental fireside
and are children again. The patriarchal times, surely among all of the
Pilgrim race, and not among them alone, come back. The father stands as
head and minister of the family. Many a happy band of children rise up and
call the mother blessed. The absent are not forgotten--the departed are
tenderly remembered--seats vacant at the table have occupants in the
hearts of the survivors.

It is well--it is well--this home-festival of the ingathering. God gives
the abounding harvest, and our fellow-men are to us the stewards of his
bounty. Devoutly to Him, kindly to them, let the hours pass. Health to the
absent, a tear for the departed--a smile for the present--good will to all
on earth--glory to God in the highest.

Let the young rejoice, and the old be young again. Let memory solemnize us
by her images of scenes and days gone by, whilst hope cheers us by
auspicious promises of the future on earth, and of the heavenly mansions,
the soul's eternal home.

_Thanksgiving Day._




The Ideal of Womanhood.




THE IDEAL OF WOMANHOOD.


It is the Eve of Christmas, and above the cheerful family circle that
gathers about the hearth, the faces of the holy family look benignly down,
and Mary's own smile seems to brighten the genial light. All surely must
call that mother blessed, who celebrate the birth of the Holy Child. The
Angel of the annunciation seems always to be speaking anew in the anthem
of the Nativity as if the voice which told Mary of her high destiny
celebrated also its fulfilment, and the "Hail Mary" were but the prelude
of the "Glory to God in the Highest."

Our thought this evening turns upon the Mother of Christ, as illustrating
the ideal of woman and the sources of her power. In the manger at
Bethlehem, the mother and child were together--together during the years
of preparation for the public ministry--together at the cross. We honor
both in honoring either. Especially in calling Mary blessed, do we honor
Christ, for we remember not merely what she was to him, but what he has
been to her and her sex and her race.

       *       *       *       *       *

Let us look at the subject from our own point of view, nor try to put on
the mask of affected sentiment or to stand on the stilts of borrowed
dogmas. There is much beauty and power in the Catholic notions of the
Blessed Virgin, but they are not our convictions. The sweetest hymns in
the Breviary are in her praise, and her heavenly face has been the chief
charm of Catholic art, else altogether too grim with spectral monks and
ghostly confessors. This one fact it is most interesting to remark, that
as Christianity was divested of its genial and humane graces, and our
Saviour himself was removed from the personal sympathies of men by a faith
too forgetful of his humanity in vindicating his divinity, the affections
of Christians sought in the Blessed Mother the solace denied them by
prevalent views of the Divine Son. As the monkish spirit grew darker, the
face of Mary beamed more brightly. The age that embodied its terrors in
the "Dies Irae," breathed its tenderness in the "Stabat Mater," the
exquisite hymn whose authorship, strange to say, has been with show of
reason ascribed to the most thorough-going of the Popes, Innocent the
Third, the man who dared to put England under an interdict. It is not for
such reasons that we are moved to speak of Mary now. We are not oppressed
by a religion that so crushes the natural affections and rebukes the
domestic feelings, that we need to look for solace to one taken
arbitrarily from her place among women and invoked as Queen of Heaven,
above all saints and angels, next to God. Looking upon our homes, so
pleasant and so genial with woman's graces and children's gladness, we
prefer to say the "Hail Mary" as the gospel gives it, and not as the
priest has understood it. We can say, "Blessed art thou _among_
women"--_among_ them, not _above_ them--among them to illustrate their
mission from God, their work on earth--their part in heaven.

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Think of Mary first as illustrating true womanhood in its mission from
God. Fathers and sons, as well as mothers and daughters, think. In our
notions of education, society, reform, we are all afloat unless we start
with right ideas; and whence are they but from the Eternal Mind. We know
God as he reveals himself, and creation in its highest aspects reveals the
thought of God. The Divine Being is Self-Existent, Almighty, All-wise,
Ever-blessed, dwelling in light and love unspeakable. But the moment that
we pass from the contemplation of his attributes to the survey of his
works, we see every where partial manifestations of his fulness. Only as
we bring together the various elements and beings of nature, do we
comprehend the universe as expressing the mind of God. Throughout the
whole we observe a law of duality, a harmony of contrasts, the two
parallel footprints in the majestic march of Him who is the infinite
Wisdom and Love. We see this form of development from the lowest to the
highest plane of nature--in the affinities of the gases--in the strange
and mighty forces of electricity and magnetism--in the rays of light--in
the kingdom of plants--in the animated kingdom. In the human race it has
its fullest expression. There the Most High has left most clearly the
image of himself, and recorded the might and the loveliness of his own
attributes. To the one sex he has given, in largest measure, strength,--to
the other, beauty; to the one, aggressive force--to the other, winning
affections--to the one, the palm in the empire of thought--to the other,
the palm in the empire of feeling. We need not pursue the parallel, nor
rebuke the folly of those who would make the line of separation too sharp,
and deny heart to man or wisdom to woman, forgetting that in man thought
should be pervaded with feeling, and in woman feeling should be guided by
thought. It is enough to look to Mary as she stood in the hour of her joy,
and listen to what she said, who has been called beyond any other of her
sex, to be their benefactor and interpreter:--

  My soul doth magnify the Lord,
  And my spirit doth rejoice in God, my Saviour,
  For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden;
  For behold! from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.

Various ages may have various degrees of culture, and in knowledge and
accomplishment the daughters of Christendom may now far surpass those
taught in the simpler homes of Israel. Yet where among those favored with
education or gifted with genius, shall we find a better interpreter of
womanhood in its mission from God, than that trusting Hebrew in her filial
faith and unwavering devotion. Of her, the Aspasias proud of the society
of sages and orators, might learn that there is a faith passing knowledge,
and a purity more refining than any literary taste; from her the Cornelias
might learn of a kingdom greater than that to which they vowed their sons;
from her the Sapphos might hear of a vision beyond that of any
impassioned fancy; and the Cleopatras of a gem brighter than any in their
crown. Her soul attuned to devotion by the Psalms of her great ancestor,
David, and inflamed with hope by the visions of prophets, and schooled to
patient charity by the choicest examples of the mothers in Israel, she
stands at the centre of Providential history, receiving from the former
ages their mantle of honor, and transmitting it to the new ages enriched
with a divine grace, destined to brighten with time.

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Of Mary's life and work, few particulars are given--but those few are
expressive of her whole character. She who kept her faithful watch on the
night of the nativity, never belied the promise of that time. With mingled
solicitude and reverence, tenderness and fortitude, she guarded her child,
marked the gradual rising of the consciousness of Divinity within him, and
waited between hope and fear for the development of his mysterious life.

One of the most gifted women of our age, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, thus
portrays Mary's feelings as she looked upon her child sleeping:

  "Sleep, sleep, mine Holy One.
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  I am not proud--meek angels, put ye on
  New meeknesses to hear such utterance rest
  On mortal lips, 'I am not proud'--_not proud_!
  Albeit in my flesh God sent His Son,
  Albeit over Him my head is bowed,
  As others bow before Him, still mine heart,
  Bows lower then their knees! O centuries
  That roll, in vision, your futurities
        My grave athwart!
  Whose murmurs seem to reach me while I keep
        Watch o'er this sleep!
  Say of me as the Heavenly said, 'Thou art
  The blessedest of women!' blessedest,
  Not holiest, not noblest--no high name,
  Whose height misplaced may pierce me like a shame,
  When I sit meek in heaven!--
        For me--for me--
  I often wandered forth, more child than maiden,
  Among the lonely hills of Galilee,
  Whose summits looked heaven-laden!
  Listening to silentness, that seemed to be
  God's voice, so soft, yet strong--so fain to press
  Upon my heart, as Heaven did on the height,--
  And waken up its shadows by a light,
  And show its vileness by a holiness!
  Then I knelt down, as silent as the night,
        Too self-renounced for fears;
  Raising my small face to the boundless blue,
  Whose stars did mix and tremble in my tears!
  God heard _them_ falling often--with his dew."

Think of the lot of Christ, and remember how closely another heart beat in
unison with his heart--how nearly parallel her life ran with his life.
Pass from the manger to the Cross, and those two scenes are enough to
suggest the outlines of her experience during that eventful interval.
Listen to the words--"Woman, behold thy son"--and to the disciple, "behold
thy mother." Think of what followed--the joy at Christ's rising to dwell
in visible presence with his own, and after his ascension to dwell with
them in his witnessing Spirit. Among those who remembered the promise: "Lo
I am with you always, even unto the end of the world," there was one who
added a mother's love to a disciple's faith, as in the coming of the
Comforter to her soul, she received her new birth into the kingdom of God,
through him who had his birth on earth from her. Confided as she had been
to the disciple whom Jesus so loved, a guest in his household, the
constant companion of the growing circle of believers, how could she be
without great influence on their faith and fellowship? When she passed
away, a new light rose for them in the heavens. Their religion was not a
code of moral precepts, or a set of theological propositions, but a gospel
of speaking facts and living words. Their religion was Christ and all that
is Christlike. Their heaven was no ethereal abstraction, no pantheistic
merging of spirits in infinity; but the home of true souls--the mansions
of the Father opened by Christ to all the faithful, and surely unto her
who guarded his infant weakness and wept over his dying agonies. On earth
and in heaven the blessed mother stood to them for the ideal of true
womanhood, and early Christian antiquity is full of traces of the tender
and beautiful affection felt for her, before superstition seized upon the
lovely sentiment and hardened it into a priestly dogma. Yet under the
dogma, the true feeling has never been wholly lost sight of, and with many
who are called idolatrous, the homage to St. Mary is but an exalted form
of reverence to a moral loveliness, now in heaven. Our own Germanic
ancestors shared more deeply in the sentiment probably than any other
people, as they came from their cold homes in northern Europe--received
the gospel of Christ from the missionaries of the church, and rejoiced to
find their national feeling of chivalrous respect for woman confirmed and
spiritualized by the honors paid to her, whom angels hailed as full of
grace, and whose name all Christendom spoke with blessing. This high
sentiment, somewhat sobered by our Protestant faith and our household
utilities, has come to us with our religion and our homes.

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It is becoming a somewhat practical, and in both hemispheres, an agitating
question, how far the accepted Christian idea of true womanhood should be
enlarged or amended to meet the demands of our own age. The voice of Mary
Wolstoncroft, claiming masculine freedom for sex, has found a thousand
echoes, and assemblies of women, no strangers to Christian culture, clamor
for a new day of social and political emancipation. Their demands are not
to be treated with ridicule, for under all their extravagance lurk truths
of momentous import. Who can think of the thousands and hundreds of
thousands of the sex, whose utmost labors hardly keep off cold and
starvation--of the wretched notions of education and life, which so
enfeeble the poor and corrupt the affluent--of the false social system
which is so ready to smile upon the destroyer of innocence, and curse the
victim of his arts; who can think of the scenes in the hovels of innocent
poverty, the dens of loathsome vice, and the gilded saloons of painted
misery, upon which the shadows of this blessed eve are now falling, and
not be willing to pardon some thing to the spirit of mercy, even if its
tones seem to us too shrill for gentle lips? Who is not willing to
remember, moreover, that if they assert a folly, who claim for woman the
political offices that must rob the home of her fidelity; they assert, and
actually are diffusing a more dangerous error, who in more silken speech
brand the household virtues as servile drudgery, and whose lives are a
continued and studious round of elegant and jewelled vagrancy from the
sacred uses and blessed companionships of their own fireside; nay, whose
eyes seem only to open when the lights of the theatre and ball-room blaze,
and whose pulses really beat only in exciting assemblies under the
delirium of the wine-cup and the voluptuous dance. From both errors the
true idea of womanhood may save our time, and, nevertheless, confer upon
us the substantial good, which is so dimly seen by the rival schools of
culture--the fashionable and the masculine. Well taught and trained, our
daughters may have all true graces without Parisian levity, and all
intellectual discipline without Amazonian boldness.

No greater mistake can be made than that which would take woman from her
sphere of dignity and power, and make her the rival of man in pursuits
which require his ruder nature and sterner will. Mary, the wife of Godwin,
with her obtrusive band of far more extravagant followers, opens no path
of honor and power compared with that pointed out by Mary of Nazareth, the
light of her home, the guardian of her Holy Child; encouraging the
disciples by a voice, the mightier on account of its not being heard in
the streets, and to them and to all after them, a name for spiritual
loveliness, and all gentle and confiding graces, among the souls exalted
to heaven. Using present agencies, and following the guidance of the
gospel, the mothers and sisters in our Israel, may deal more wisely and
strongly with the social problems of our time, and do their part for the
kingdom of God--than by crowding to the ballot-box, screaming in the
caucus, or snatching at the staff of office. So deeply is this the
conviction of the most judicious of the sex, that many words on the
subject would be superfluous. Nor would we add any to the many words that
have been shed upon the question of the equality of the sexes. As well let
the rays of the solar light dispute for precedence, and the red ray, so
blazing, presume to deny the equal worth of the violet ray, which, science
teaches us, has power to make iron magnetic, and which more than its more
bold companion on the other side of the prism, makes the impression on the
silvered plate--itself the most magical pencil in the skilful hand of that
unrivalled painter, the sun. God has united both rays in the sweet light
of true humanity, and what He has joined together, let not man try to put
asunder.

The greater danger is in a servile acquiescence in prevalent worldliness
and mediocrity--a disposition to repeat the common pleas of precedent,
and to live solely in the externals of society. In our own beloved
country, where liberty, without example, is extended to woman, and a
courtesy, without limit, is shown her, they who hold in their keeping the
future of their sex should not be content to follow the rule of court
journals, or bow to the dicta of Parisian modists, who are fond of ruling
over morals, as over costume. Our liberty should give them a stronger and
more rational intellectual discipline than in the lands more enslaved by
precedent. Our courtesy, that national chivalry, which insists on
deference as much towards the rustic maiden as the city belle, will be
sadly abused if made the occasion of an obtrusive arrogance, which claims
precedence as a right, and elbows its way through crowds of men who are
more ready to yield by grace than by command.

Our country has from the first cherished a noble idea of womanhood, and
under its influence the strength of its sons, and the refinement of its
daughters have been nurtured. Kindly omens abounded in the first days of
its history. Our continent itself is one of the omens. That you may not
call me too fanciful or sentimental, let me quote from an eloquent writer
on the philosophy of geography, as he compares the Old and New Worlds.
"The number of the continents in the Old World," which is double that of
the New World, their grouping in a more compact and solid mass--make it
already and pre-eminently the continental world. It is a mighty oak, with
a stout and sturdy trunk, whilst America is the slender and flexible
palm-tree, so dear to this continent. The Old World, if it is allowable to
employ here comparisons of this nature, calls to mind the square, solid
figure of man; America the lithe shape and delicate form of woman.

So America stood like a fair bride in her ocean home, adorned for her
husband, that mighty race from the East, that came in the path of the
sunshine, as if following the lord of day, who is as a bridegroom coming
out of his chamber. Our heroes bore with them a Christian ideal of
womanhood, and by it were gentle as they were strong. It came with
Columbus in the cherished image of that noble queen, who gave gold and
hope to an enterprise elsewhere rejected with derision; and the thought of
Isabella mingled with that of the Blessed Mother, as he planted the cross
on the western shores. It came with the cavaliers who gave Virginia its
name and honor, and whose foremost and noblest chief found a counterpart
of his own ideal in the Indian girl, who saved his life by risking her
own, giving Christian mercy, to receive in return the Christian's faith
and home; owning, by the baptismal vow, the Great Spirit whom she had seen
in cloud and heard in the wind, thenceforth, as the God and Father of our
Lord Jesus Christ. It came with the Huguenots of Carolina, the Catholics
of Maryland, the Friends of Pennsylvania, the Hollanders of Manhattan, and
not last nor least, with the Pilgrims of that Mayflower, whose seeds
struck deep into the New England soil, and whose scions have borne beauty
and fragrance to the hills and valleys, the farms and cities of our
motherland, making the wilderness blossom as the rose, when the sweet
Marys gave grace to Puritan homes.

Herein lies a great element of power and of hope for our country. Our soil
is rich, our lakes and rivers are vast, our strength is great, our courage
good, our schools are many, our wealth is unexampled. But these are not
all--nor are these the elements that are to tame our barbaric borders, and
lead to harmony our chaotic and scattered members. The church and home
must go together, and unite our nation under the empire of Christ, as
under the empire of civil law. The church and home are advancing together
from the Atlantic to the Pacific shore. The farmer of Oregon, the miner of
California, are not to be beyond the pale of Christian civilization. Even
they shall hear the chimes that tell of the nativity of the Saviour--they
shall find in their homes, rude cabins though they may be, pleasant faces,
whose womanly grace and childish confidence shall reveal a light kindled
of old by the Blessed Mother, and nurtured for ever by her Holy Child.

Here patriotism and Christianity blend in one. Anathema upon the false
speculations and foul vices that assault the family institution. Blessed
be the gospel of Him who asserts the uncompromising law of domestic
purity, and opens most tenderly the Divine benignity, when most urging the
Divine commandment.

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There is a branch of this subject which I cannot treat--one, perhaps, that
dwells too much in the region of higher sentiment to be the theme of
popular discussion, and which no writer can easily handle, without seeming
to be borrowing from the ancient theology its comments on the Song of
Songs, or delving in the dark but rich mines of Swedenborg's Arcana. Yet
it would be no far-fetched topic, whilst speaking of her who has been
called the Queen of Heaven, and regarded by the Fenelons and Catharines of
faith, as the type of celestial loveliness, to treat of the ideal of
womanhood in the spiritual world. Surely the higher a true culture rises,
the more clearly each great family of souls becomes more true to its own
genius, and the higher companionship known on earth, in the most refined
society, and the worthiest families, illustrates the permanence of those
traits that give man and woman their intellectual and moral
characteristics. The earthly loves, which Christ came to consecrate, bear
the germs of immortal uses, and are like Mary's own emblem the rose,
which, though born in the earth, lifts its bloom and wafts its fragrance
to the heavens. I know no more elevated illustration of this view than
that given by the Milton of Italy, the solemn Dante, who, in his vision of
Heaven, wanders through the celestial courts with the spirit that had been
the charm of his earthly life, and who, often as he stood confounded
before some new mystery, found his perplexities solved by the readier
intuition of his sainted companion. The higher companionship in
literature, art, society, religion, which we enjoy in this world, and
which is so incomplete when men or women are alone, gives some idea of the
state of souls on high, where they that shine most, and they that love
most, cherubim and seraphim, blend their holy ministries and bow together
before the Eternal Presence.

A homelier view of the subject must end our meditation--a view, however,
that opens into the heavenly world. The homelier the better--the nearer to
our hearts. Let us call Mary blessed to-day for ourselves, and for our own
families and friends. Bless her, now that we are thinking of all good
mothers, whether the queen true to her children on her island-throne, or
the faithful mother in the farmer's cottage;--so many on the earth--so
many who have gone from the world, and whose remembered faces now bring
heaven near. Bless her now, that we are thinking of the happy children
gathered together in the name of her Holy Child--as we think of the hosts
of little children whom He has called and is calling to Himself. It is a
time to be sober, and a time to be merry. In our soberness and our mirth,
alike let us remember God's love for us in Jesus Christ our Lord.

God's blessing, readers, upon you all--mothers, fathers, children,
brothers, sisters, friends--meeting or to meet in the sanctuary, or in
your homes! His love bring all together at last around the tree of life,
whose fruit is peace eternal!

_Christmas Eve._




The Hope of Childhood.




THE HOPE OF CHILDHOOD.


The account of the Flight to Egypt, so illustrated by the old masters,
brings three images before us, all in themselves interesting, and
expressive of lasting realities. Central, is the figure of a young child,
speaking at once of childhood and the God who blesses it. On either side
what contrast in the associated forms! On one hand stands Mary, watching
with unwearied vigils over her precious charge. In the distance, in his
stately palace, the dark form of the tyrant king rises before us; his
hands stained with the blood of a noble wife and three sons, his
conscience torn by remorse, his wrath the more inflamed from the
consciousness of deserving vengeance, his despotic will brooking no
thought of rivalry, and dooming to death the infant innocents of a whole
town to make sure of destroying the predicted Messiah.

Here is an emblem of what is over in the world. Here is childhood, its
guardian angel, and its evil genius. May not the scene suggest some
thoughts upon Christianity as the guardian of childhood against the spirit
of the world, which is its foe?

The mother and child fled to Egypt, there to languish or be forgotten?
Herod sat in his palace hall, there to rule and prosper? No. Ere the year
closed, he died; before death came, already a mass of putrefaction. He
died, signing with his fainting hands his will and the death-warrant of
his oldest son; thus dispensing death and empire in his last act. He died,
and the magnificence of his funeral mocked the wretchedness of his
decease. The body was borne aloft on a bier, which was adorned with gems;
the winding-sheet was of purple; his whole army, native and foreign,
marched in war array to his grave. As the gorgeous procession by slow
stages passed to the stately mausoleum, twenty-five miles distant at the
Herodium, word went to the fugitives in Egypt, that the tyrant was dead.
Who at that time, in the excitement of the funeral, or the festivities of
the succession--who cared for the obscure family, that stole on its way
quietly to Nazareth? The mother and child lived! They founded a kingdom
that dies never.

Richly that Christ-child repaid his mother's watching, alike to her and to
her sex. The religion of Christ has been the strength and comfort of
parents, and the hope of their children. Its power in the nurture of the
young mind has been illustrated in every age, and connects itself now
momentously with the most important topics of our time. What topic more
congenial with this Christmas season, so consecrated to associations with
childhood and youth, leading us back to the cradle of the infant Redeemer,
and opening a festival in which young hearts all over the world rejoice?
The child ever needs protection; Herod ever in some form rages;
Christianity like a mighty maternal heart needs ever to keep its watch.

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Look upon the past history of Christendom from this point of view, and how
novel and interesting is the result! We have been taught to associate the
progress of Christianity with the account of theological controversies,
bitter disputes, bloody persecutions, proud hierarchies; and thus we too
often read the annals of the Church with shame or contempt. But take a
fairer and more intimate view: think of Christianity in connection with
childhood and youth, trace its influence upon the home, the school, the
Church, in this aspect. Do this, and we shall find ourselves moved by the
annals of every age to tenderness and gratitude; for in every age
Christianity has been the guardian of childhood against the spirit of the
world, its foe. When the Saviour took young children in his arms and
blessed them, he performed an act which has not been without significance
in all subsequent time.

In the primitive time the Christian confessors showed how fondly they had
been taught to regard their offspring, to care for their souls in life and
in death, to commend them with deathless love to Him who had opened the
gates of everlasting life. In the Roman catacombs, far beneath the city,
the places of early Christian worship and burial, the inscriptions on the
tombstones well express the parental feelings of that time. An uncommonly
large portion of the epitaphs given in the description belong to
children, and they express the tenderest affection. "Virginius remained
but a short time with us." "Sweet Faustina, may you live in God."
"Laurence to his sweetest son, Severus, borne away by angels on the
seventh Ides of January." How different the spirit breathed in such
inscriptions from that inspired by the idolatry, that formed a god of the
war-spirit that makes childhood desolate and orphaned, or bows down before
Moloch and casts children into the fire at his feet!

Turn even to those ages that are called by eminence dark--the time of
monkish austerity and priestly sway. There is much in their annals to move
indignation and sometimes horror. But interpret them fairly, and we find
much to move our admiration and love. Consider that embodiment of the
middle ages, the Gothic cathedral, wonderful alike for the vastness of its
proportions and the delicacy of its details. There may be austerity in the
priests that attend its altars, fanaticism in the monks who chant its
litanies, cruelty in the mailed men who kneel at its chancel. But how
tender is the expression of the whole in reference to childhood! The Holy
Mother and her Divine child beam upon the worshipper from illuminated
missals and painted windows. Conspicuous at the vestibule or by the altar,
stands the baptismal font. Thither the child of the poorest peasant is
brought, and by the baptismal water the child is recognized as belonging
to the kingdom not of this world, a lamb of the good Shepherd. Not for the
few rich, noble or mighty, but even for him, the least of the earth, this
temple was erected, and by that rite the church, imperial in its stately
palace, promises to watch over the child, care for his soul in sorrow,
sickness and death. What would childhood have been in the dark ages
without the Church? What other power could have stood between innocence
and its tempter and destroyer? Who would have withstood Herod, if the
mother heart of Christianity had withheld its guardianship?

The Protestant Reformation consider, and through all its conflicts and
persecutions, what tenderness is shown on both sides towards childhood! To
secure the young heart to Christ and the Church, the rival parties labored
with indefatigable zeal. In the zeal and policy of Loyola we may see how
tenderly the old Church sought to keep or regain her hold upon the young
by measures suited to the time. Would we know Luther's mind, look upon him
as he sits with lute in hand at his fireside, enjoying the gladness of his
children at the Christmas tree;--look at him, as with pen in hand and the
veins of his forehead dilated with the excitement, he writes the immortal
appeal to the powers of Germany in behalf of free schools, which has
joined his name with Milton's as champion of popular education. Think too
of the Pilgrim Fathers, so tender and thoughtful in their stern
self-denial, in their wilderness home erecting church and school-house
side by side, both sacred to God and his people.

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But it is time to look round upon the world as it now is. The most
important question is: What is to be done for the young? This question
comprises every other, for the generation that is growing up will soon
have the destinies of the race in its charge. Surely Christianity needs to
be watchful, for Herod is still abroad. His spirit is still the spirit of
the world--of the world's passions and its policy--breathing now in the
oppression that neglects or overburdens the young, and now in the
capricious indulgence that betrays with a kiss and kills in the name of
love.

The world's passions conspire against childhood and youth. The lust and
intemperance, which degrade the parent, press heavily upon the child, and
because of them, thousands of young hearts find themselves in a world that
for them has few smiles. All the temptations that inflame the senses,
prompt to vice, and kindle hatred, conspire against the young, alike by
corrupting those who should be their protectors, and sowing prematurely
the seeds of wickedness in youth itself. Every haunt of dissipation, every
resort of revelry, whether the drunkard's den or the fashionist's
brilliant saloon of corruption, is a conspiracy against youth, and coins
its gold from the life-blood of young hearts. The massacre of the
Innocents still goes on. The spirit of Herod yet lives, and acts in a
manner more insidious than an open death-warrant. It lives in the passions
of a world ready to sacrifice all to its lusts.

And the world's policy is not kind to childhood. What murderers are those
its chief idols, Mars and Mammon! How cruel the game of war and the lust
of gold! Who rules over the strife that robs children of parents who go to
die in foreign lands? What genius, Herod or Christ, presides over the
scene, when death-dealing batteries are planted before peopled cities, and
the blood and brains of women and children are dashed out at every volley?
Ye Christian chivalry, ye battle-loving parents, answer that question as
for yourselves and your children!

The lust of gold, that moves the world's habitual policy, is less savage
but not much more merciful. The spirit of trade demands gain, and claims
childhood too much as an instrument of gain. In the Old World, what
myriads whom school or church never blesses or knows, are, almost from
infancy, trained to the mine or loom, shut out from free air and play,
cramped in body, as in mind. The conscience of Christians is waking up to
the subject, I know, still what a world of wretchedness remains
unalleviated! No poem in the language contains more terrific truth, than
that noted ode, called "The Cry of the Children," blending, as it does,
the tragic depth of Aeschylus with the tender pathos of Cowper.

  They look up with their pale and sunken faces,
      And their looks are sad to see,
  For the man's grief abhorrent, draws and presses
      Down the cheek of infancy--
  "Your old earth," they say, "is very dreary;"
      "Our young feet," they say, "are very weak!
  Few paces have we taken, yet are weary--
      Our grave-rest is very far to seek!"
  Ask the old why they weep, and not the children,
      For the outside earth is cold,--
  And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering,
      And the graves are for the old!

  Two words, indeed, of praying we remember;
      And at midnight's hour of harm,--
  "Our Father," looking upward in the chamber,
      We say softly for a charm.
  We know no other words, except "Our Father,"
      And we think that, in some pause of angels' song,
  God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather,
      And hold both within his right hand which is strong.
  "Our Father!" If He heard us, He would surely
      (For they call him good and mild)
  Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely,
      "Come and rest with me, my child!"

  And well may the children weep before you;
      They are weary, ere they run;
  They have never seen the sunshine, nor the glory
      Which is brighter than the sun:
  They know the grief of men, but not the wisdom;
      Are bitter with despairing, but not calm--
  Are slaves, without the liberty in Christdom--
      Are martyrs, by the pang without the palm,--
  Are worn, as if with age, yet unretrievingly
      No dear remembrance keep;
  Are orphans of the earthly love and heavenly:
      Let them weep! let them weep!
  They look up with their pale and sunken faces,
      And their look is dread to see,
  For you think you see their angels in their places,
      With eyes meant for Deity.

An ode such as this was not without effect upon the heart of England; nor
is the humanity which it imbodies rare in our land. The spirit of trade
among us is not wilfully cruel, but it is too devoted to gain--negligent
of the claims of youth, when not unkind. Neglected ones in our own streets
have too frequent cause to reproach us--neglected ones who are strangers
to the blessings of our civilization, and who learn our laws first from
their penalties, and become acquainted with the lessons of the prison, not
of church or school. They, alas, who might be an honor to their sex, are
made to recruit the ranks of shame, and what is the spirit of Herod
compared with the world's heart to fallen woman, alike in the wickedness
that tempts and the scorn that awaits the fall.

And not solely among the neglected of the earth does the spirit of the
world lie in wait for childhood and youth. We might speak of the
indulgence that pampers and vainly ruins the soul--of the kindness that
kills those whom it aims to bless--of the neglect of health, natural and
spiritual laws, which luxury introduces into modes of home education--of
the want of a firm discipline that is kindest when firmest--of a practical
infidelity that robs childhood of its sacred birthright, by robbing it of
trust in God and the eternal life. Herod rages truly in the passions and
the policy of the world.

       *       *       *       *       *

But not unchecked! Christianity with its great maternal heart is true to
her watch, and calling helpers to her side. Let us acknowledge it. The
great work of Christians now, is with the young. The work is two-fold, one
of growth and of conquest, one that would rear up the offspring of faith
within the divine kingdom, and one which would visit the neglected and
reclaim them from the enemies' power.

The work must begin, indeed, in the hearts of the mature, fostered there
by communion with God and Christ, fostered by sacred thought and earnest
resolution. Beginning there, it is to be carried out into the great
spheres of life, in which childhood receives its direction. Vain for us to
attempt to imbue the young mind with truths, which we receive only in
name--vain the attempt to feed yearning souls with empty words, or breathe
into them a higher life, with appeals so faithless and loveless as to bear
falsity in their very tone, and fall dead upon the ear. As the bee watched
by Solomon alighted upon the living rose, and shunned the pretended one,
so childhood knows well the tone of sincerity, and craves reality for its
mental food. Let it find the reality.

Let it find it in the home. Home, blessed word always, thrice blessed,
this day, that speaks to us of Jesus, who has secured to the household so
much of its purity and affection, and that brings to mind the loved ones
beneath our own roofs, who have hardly slept the night from anxious
waiting for the morning dawn. Home--what an engine of power, alike to harm
and to bless! Let it be Christian in form and in spirit. There let God be
acknowledged in praise and prayer. There let the eternal world be
unveiled, and every blessing bring it near in gratitude, and every trial
draw down its consolation. There let the young breathe in the spirit of
the gospel. There let Mary keep her watch of love, and Herod waits in vain
to destroy.

Let the world's bad spirit be withstood, too, in the schools. The cry is
now rising in every part of Christendom--from the backwoodsmen of the
Rocky Mountains to the cities of the Old World, of late, stirred by a
mighty want--Education, Universal Education! In no section, certainly, of
our land, is this spirit comparatively more earnest than with us--for,
beyond question, this State has been recently passing through an
intellectual revival altogether unexampled in the annals of our Free
Schools. Christians should rejoice in the movement, and should rescue
popular education from the blighting touch of avarice and superstition.
Let it go on in its work of growth and conquest--nurturing the children of
the privileged, reclaiming the offspring of the neglected, carrying out a
mode of education based upon the laws of God and the soul of man, mindful
of every faculty, grace, affection, that God has hallowed and human wisdom
unfolds. Let nothing that has been done lead us to be unmindful of what is
to be done, alike in the extension and elevation of the schools. We wonder
at the system of training pursued of old, which led youth to regard the
school as a prison. Higher yet the idea must rise, as better views are
entertained of the capacities of the child, and the intellectual helps and
moral associations that bring them out. We need the idea of the
Christ-child in the school. Let that haunt the minds of parents and
teachers, and that sacred ideal of childhood will not be without loving
disciples, whose voices shall make the songs of the schoolroom as sacred
and acceptable as temple chants or choral litanies. A better spirit, and
one that demands the co-operation of all Christian people, has shown
itself in our city of late, in the new efforts to seek out neglected
children, and open to them the blessings of education, and industry and
religion. The establishment of the Mission at the Five Points, of the
Children's Aid Society, of the Asylum for Friendless Boys, have made an
era in the Christian annals of New-York, which all right-minded persons
should bless, alike in their word and their work. Add to these efforts for
the poor and neglected, the new institutions, such as the Free College and
the Cooper Institute, which offer such unwonted privileges to worthy boys
of the humblest means, and we have no reason to despair of the future of
this great city, or to distrust the school as a noble ally of the church.

The Christian church! Here the spirit of the guardian mother ought
eminently to prevail. The church should be the mother of the young. Oh,
how cold and dreary is the idea, deemed by many the essential of
Protestant truth, the idea that the young, or at least, little children,
can have no vital connection with the Church; but must wait for some
preternatural visitation in maturer years to call them to the arms of the
great spiritual mother, and make them feel themselves hers. How
unsatisfactory the doctrine, that children are to grow up, as if outside
of the church, with the prospect of one day being taken in. Be ours the
cheering view, sanctioned, surely, by the analogies of revelation, the
faith of centuries, and by the love of parents, that the child should be
regarded as by birth and baptism admitted into the Christian kingdom, and
to be nurtured from the very first in the principles and affections
congenial with the government of God. Let this idea be accepted, and power
and blessing would come in its train. Higher consecration would crown the
home, better wisdom would guide the strength of father, and holier love
fill the soul of mother, from their communion with the kingdom that claims
parent and child for its own. The Christ-child should be remembered in the
Christian Church. When remembered truly, he will save childhood from
Herod's hands.

This season is a time of anticipation and hope. It needs no very vivid
imagination to bring before us the myriads of homes over Christendom, that
ring with young mirth, and look cheerfully upon the opening age. Yet the
grave question cannot but press itself upon us, What is in store for the
generation, that is soon to stand in our places, and bear the burdens of
life in our stead? Interesting, engrossing indeed are the fields of
science, art, enterprise, enjoyment, now dawning upon us and promising a
bright meridian to the new generation. Yet fearfully many dark spots in
the horizon rise in the distance, and portend ill to many whose experience
of the world is yet to come. The great want is of an earnest purpose,
looking to an eternal aim, and enforced by a true plan of social life. The
young host is ready, but needs better guidance. Muratori, the Italian
historian, tells us, that in the twelfth century, in the contagion of the
crusades, children caught the spirit, and an army of 30,000 was gathered
from village and city, and marshalled by a child, started for the Holy
Land and the Tomb of Christ. They marched on till they came to Marseilles,
and the great sea stopped their fond dream. They wandered about
distracted, and thousands miserably perished. Perhaps too romantic story
for sober truth! But what a parallel to it in our age! A mighty host of
youths starts on its way to a land of imagined holiness and peace. Vague
aspirations, selfish passions, spiritual yearnings for the good and true,
move their hearts. A child will lead them; the child who is to be the
strong man of the age, and who is not yet known. Sadly, sadly, will they
be disappointed, unless the leader is himself divinely led, and the heart
of the Christ-child lives in him, and thus in the hearts of this
generation, the Messiah is born anew.

Every true purpose, all genuine faith speeds the day of his new coming,
and hastens the downfall of Herod and his host.

       *       *       *       *       *

Friends, Readers, let your hearts apply the lesson of this day, and let
your hearts be cheered and solemnized by its associations. Think of your
homes and the loved ones there. Think too of the loved ones departed, and
deem them not lost, but gone before! Love your children, and love them the
more by looking on them in the gospel light, by loving them as in God and
Christ!

Think too of our own early days. How vividly they at times come back, so
that we almost forget maturity and its cares, and are children once more.
Let them come back now, and with them all their tender associations--with
them thoughts of early home; brothers, sisters, father, and more than all
of her, who stood to us in Mary's place, and blessed us with a Christian
Mother's love!

But can the association rest there? No! Upward to Him, so holy in
childhood, so glorious in maturity--to Him, Friend and Saviour, Messiah,
from whom our best blessings flow, let our gratitude rise, and to God,
through Him, let our devotion be exalted! We have no hymn to the Virgin
Mother, no Ora pro Nobis for the beatified Madonna. Simple faith is better
than romantic tradition. To us heaven is fairer for possessing that Mother
and that Child.

_Christmas Day._




New Things.




NEW THINGS.


Measured by any human standard, how daring was the vision of the Christian
seer! From Patmos, his watchtower of rock in the Aegean Sea, midway between
the hemispheres of ancient civilization, he surveyed the ruling powers of
the world, declared their doom, and the rise of a new kingdom, even the
City of God. The predominant forces of the existing age took visible shape
before his inspired imagination. Jewish bigotry, Pagan idolatry, Roman
despotism, led on by the master spirit of evil, stood before him, as so
many fearful monsters. Equally vivid were the forms of divine agency by
which they were to be subdued. From Him who sat upon the throne revealed
in heaven, came the decree, "Behold, I make all things new." Our pen need
not lose its cheerfulness in writing of this opening year, with such
imagery in view.

How much of that vision has been proved true? Enough surely to save it
from the charge of presumption, enough to ascribe its daring rather to a
devotion mindful of divine guidance than to a wilfulness impatient of
delay. The former things have passed away. The old temple is remembered
only for the sake of its spiritual archetype. The despot's purple has
faded before the bloodstained robes of the martyrs. The idols to which
men bowed on both the Aegean shores, the European and the Asiatic, have
fallen. Even the crescent, that has for a time displaced the cross, and
which now in the city of Constantinople gleams from the dome of St.
Sophia, forms no exception to the statement, for it marks no idolatrous
shrine, but like the orb which it represents is but a partial reflection
of the great source of light, before which it must one day grow pale.

Gradually, but none the less mightily, the new power went on its way, and
ere long from beyond the Mediterranean on the Carthaginian shore, there
came a great response to the exile of the Aegean. When Augustine wrote his
"City of God," the philosopher of history confirmed the vision of the
seer, as he celebrated the triumphs of that word which planted the cross
above the throne of the Caesars. Tempting indeed is the historical survey
this presented, but we must not yield to the enticement. We must quit this
grand prospect of the nations, and speak of the Gospel, as sent chief of
all for the renewal of the soul and the redemption of the home.
World-regenerating power as it is, its first prerogative is its
life-renewing office.

This principle we are prepared to lay down at the outset, that in the
order of Providence Jesus Christ is the spiritual head of the human race,
and that men and nations find redemption and true life from God through
Him. What was said of old, needs to be said now "Behold I make all things
new"--now in the ears alike of those who have never heard Christian
truth, and of those who have lulled themselves to slumber beneath its
familiar sound. Nay, the most sincere Christians need constant renewing in
the light of first principles and by the spirit of true life. Their piety
is apt to harden into formalism--their charity to narrow into some kind of
clanship--their industry to sink into a low worldly prudence apart from
all divine aims.

It is not easy for any of us to begin the New-Year without a pleasant
sense of freshness or renovation, as if some former burdens had passed
away and many things had become new. This is well, and needs only to be
made better. As we renew our friendships, we should not fail to renew our
relation with the Great Friend, and invoke his blessing upon the opening
months.

       *       *       *       *       *

We need first of all to review our principles. These we regard as
constituting the essentials of our faith. However right they may have
been, we are very apt to lose sight of them, or gradually, perhaps almost
unconsciously, allow others to creep into their place. The word of Christ
to us now is as of old, "Believe." What do we believe? What to us is the
greatest reality? Many things are true--what to us is the truth? Many
words are important--what to us is _the_ word? Answer not in the language
of decent custom or technical phrase, but from the heart. We have all said
at some time more or less definitely, "We believe in God, the Creator of
the world, in Jesus Christ his Son and express image, in the Holy Spirit,
the witness within the soul." When we believe thus truly, then we have
the true principles of living. We own the Divine government, acknowledge
its representative, honor its form of life. But our belief becomes an
empty word, unless with enlarged knowledge and experience, it is
constantly renewed; and as we pass into new fields of thought, action,
observation, we subdue this added territory to the rightful sovereignty,
and interpret all things in the light of Divine truth. Have we done
this--are we doing it? Or have we left our faith behind us, and in our
world of business or pleasure, do we find ourselves either utterly without
God, or with Him only in the most vague and distant idea? True faith is
not overcome by the world, but overcomes the world.

We learn a great many things as our years pass, and there is a
knowledge--do we not know it? that increaseth sorrow. Such is all the
knowledge that shuts out the light of God; and leads man away from a
filial faith in the Eternal Parent and the heavenly home. Such stores
indeed increase our nominal domain, but only as he would enlarge his
estate who were to conquer Sahara and pitch his tent among desert sands
where no living water is.

Faith--the faith that God is Father of men--that he is in Christ, and
through Him will visit us in the soul and the life, makes all things
new--constantly leads us into new experience of Divine truth, and makes
old things appear in a new light. This is no narrow creed for the recluse
or the mystic. It is for men of all tempers and conditions. Nay, they need
it most, whose pursuits are most likely to chain them down to the earth.
For them indeed occasional leisure and recreation has no small solace.
But, the best solace for world-weariness is the rest of the soul in God;
the mind's trust in the greatest of realities, the Being of beings. All
pleasure that deadens this trust but adds to the weariness which it would
charm away and is the serpent's whisper, that promises the peace which
comes only from the heavenly dove. Above all our prudence, all our labors
and expedients, we are compelled to look for the true light. Revive,
increase our faith, and straightway all things are new. God reveals new
features of his Providence, and things familiar have a new expression, and
speak no longer only of the earth.

       *       *       *       *       *

Who can recur thus to first principles and find from them better light and
peace, without carrying the renewing influence into the sphere of the
affections? Here the Divine Word has a voice for us--a voice too much
neglected because identified either with a perplexing theological system
or a shallow sentimentalism. God is love, and he that loveth not knoweth
not God. This truth came from Him who made the soul, and knows well its
wants. Bring it near to us and feel its renovating power. There seems
always indeed to be a peculiar peril in moralizing upon the affections,
and they are very apt to be chilled by the precepts that most insist upon
their vitality and warmth. But the Christian Gospel is little disposed to
waive its imperious claims from fear of the metaphysician or the
sentimentalist. It says Love God and the brethren, and bids us make this
truth practical. As the years pass, instead of having less affection, we
ought to have more. A true life always has more, as it enlarges its
experience and its faculty--not indeed more of that superficial
sensibility which is the burden of so many moon-struck rhymesters and the
great staple of the common romancers, but more of that divine charity,
that vital good-will, which holds filial communion with the Father, and,
striving to be perfect even as he is perfect, carries the light and warmth
of its presence into every sphere of life. In fact, the highest human
wisdom is affectionate as it is mature. The novice in thought may be sharp
and crabbed, but the sage is tolerant and kind. He who sees the truth in
its reality, sees that it is the form which contains and expresses
goodness. If there be a kind of intellectual power that is bitter and
malicious, it is sure to be only some shape of low cunning or some
perversion of the better reason--some perversion that shows Lucifer's
fall, if it shine with something of his light. The Master and they who
learned of him were full of love as of wisdom. Such is the plan of God's
moral government based upon the nature of his own being.

The Father calls us to be followers of him as dear children, and in the
sober thought of mature years to cherish more than the impulsive affection
of childhood. He demands that our whole life-plan should be guided, nay,
pervaded with good-will. If there be less sensitiveness upon the surface
of the character, there should be a deeper sentiment within. He is ready
to help us win the grace, which he commends. Through devout thought,
whether of meditation or prayer--through every act which brings us near to
himself, whether of self-denying humanity or of common neighborly
kindness, he is ready to impart to the soul something of the fulness of
his Spirit, and renew our being in its central spring.

We need this influence in our near affinities and remoter relations. The
ice gathers about us, and should be melted away. The most intimate ties
become dull and indifferent through custom, and the nearest friends,
because of their nearness, lose interest as if estranged. In the same
Divine fountain we refresh every home feeling and social sympathy.
Realizing anew our relation to God, we are ready to see more of his
goodness in all things around, and regard every aspect of humanity, as a
call upon us to appreciate his love for us by our own for his creatures.
The point of view is at once changed, and we look upon our fellow-beings
no longer in the spirit of harsh critics, exacting all things and owing
nothing, but as ourselves dependants upon Divine favor, and owing mercy
even as we have received. Every human tie is in peril, when this sentiment
is forgotten. When its force is felt, every sphere of life has a blessing.
Home wears a new smile, and its mutual deference repeats the great law of
Heaven. Strifes among kindred and acquaintances cease. The sternest censor
of the follies and vices of mankind mingles mercy with his judgment, and
considers with thoughtful compassion the infirmities at which the cynic
scoffs. Because he opens his heart, he does not shut his eyes, but with
judgment keen, yet tender and forbearing, in a spirit wise and benign,
nay, Christlike, he looks upon the strange drama of human life, and whilst
he cannot wholly solve its problem, sees enough of God in the universe and
among men to submit the ultimate solution to the Divine Power, and finds a
very sure way of helping on the Divine plans by a life of justice, energy
and good-will. Who of us does not need more of this spirit, more sense of
God's love to us, as the great source of kind affection to one another?

       *       *       *       *       *

For want of it, and of the filial faith in which it has its root, we
wither up, and our best strength is lost. Nay, our very work
languishes--our labor, whatever it may be, loses its zest. There is no man
of generous mind, who has not at some time accepted his life-work in a
spirit truly religious, feeling that its burdens are to be borne in a
Christian temper, and its duties done with reference to exalted aims. But
how often the better purpose languishes, and we pursue our toil away from
the fountains of true life, separating the spheres which God has joined
together, robbing our daily life of the freshness and power, which our
youthful zeal possessed without care, and which need only to be truly
cared for to be preserved, nay, to grow in vigor. It is not always so with
us, but too often; and there are none who do not need renovation in
respect to their life-plan and work. Some things we should do, that we
have not done--some things, that we have done, should have been left
undone. There is much efficacy in a sober and honest review of our
personal career, of what we have achieved, suffered, gained, lost, and of
what has been our use alike of our successes and disappointments. God has
given to us something of his own power of judgment, and we are the better
either by the rebuke or the encouragement of the "Ill-done" or the
"Well-done," pronounced by ourselves upon ourselves. More power still
comes from bringing all the higher resources of our being upon our labor,
refusing to become the serfs of a slavish routine of task-work, and
keeping our hours and weeks fresh alike by the faculties that we exert,
and the aims to which we look. Happy, indeed, the man, whatever be the
sphere of his action, whose being is renewed rather than exhausted by his
toil. Only a filial faith and love can insure this blessing. A cheerful
temper is much, but not all; and no merely animal spirits can suffice to
renovate the mind under so many vicissitudes and disappointments as most
lives present. A man's _spirit_ is the chief fact in determining his
_spirits_, and the spirit can be kept fresh and strong only by communion
with the God who gave it. They who take the work of life as given by God
in kindness, and as to be done faithfully and cheerfully, filially, keep
and enlarge their power. Whatever their sphere, they wait upon the Lord,
and they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength--they shall
mount up with wings as eagles--they shall run and not be weary--they shall
walk and not faint.

       *       *       *       *       *

Thus following the leadings of Divine Providence, we find the true
fountain of life. All things are ever new, and in our faint human
experience we are able to know something of the bliss of that Infinite
and Omniscient, to whom all things are known--to whom there is no past or
future, yet whose is the fulness of an ever-renewing life, the great I Am,
from everlasting to everlasting. Existence becomes more serene, yet more
earnest; less impassioned, not less affectionate; less impulsive, but far
more interesting. There are two kinds of renewal, distant as are earth and
heaven. The one comes from the novelty of a constant variety, the other
from the freshness of an ever truer life. Just across the sea the exile of
Patmos could have found an excellent example to place in contrast with the
spirit of renewal which he urged. The Athenian--and he is in this respect
more favored with followers than in his Attic refinement--spent his time
in seeking for some new thing. Common life was stupid, its business was
contemptible and fit only for slaves. Different the spirit, as the lot of
this novelty hunter from that of the Christian with his ever renewed mind.
The one finds what is new by skimming over surfaces, the other by drawing
from inexhaustible depths. The one scatters his forces as he seeks to
refresh them, the other concentrates his powers in the very process of
renovation. The one yields to a passion for mental dissipation that burns
and wastes like a fever, the other follows a law of life, whose pulses
beat in ever serener health--nay, beat in ever-renewing vigor, and sound
no funeral marches to the grave. In short, the one indulges in a mental
distraction that has in itself the principle of exhaustion; the other is
nurtured by the Divine aliment which gives a life that is eternal.

Are not our own experience and observation full of illustrations of the
truth that has been presented. Are not history and biography constant
witnesses of the ever-renovating power of a genuine faith, and love, and
work, and also of the fate of worldly passion to exhaust its own springs
of enjoyment. How signal an illustration we may take from the destiny of
two men of the last century, who, more than any others, moved France and
England--the nations to which they spoke. Mirabeau, a man of robust frame
and singular native eloquence, was cut down in the very meridian of his
day by a disease which was an expressive close and consequence of the
fitful fever of his life of passion. His last words, in their gorgeous
rhetoric, showed with what opiates he had drugged his soul: "Sprinkle me
with perfumes, crown me with flowers, and thus let me sink into the
eternal sleep." Within that very month, a far different death-scene was
presented across the British Channel. An old man of nearly four-score
years and ten, rests peacefully upon his bed, surrounded by a company of
friends, who feel quite as much joy as grief, as they look upon his face
and hear his words. Although of frame naturally delicate, and of gifts by
no means brilliant, he has moved the hearts of myriads by his appeals, and
won a name better than that of founders of empires. The very week previous
he had continued his round of labors, and his strength was not abated as
he pleaded his Master's cause. He sank to his rest in God with the words
of the anthem,

  "I'll praise my Maker with my breath,"

on his lips, and the strain which was broken by the touch of death seemed
to his companions to be finished by a voice from the spiritual world,
saying:

  "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."

Mirabeau and Wesley! Thus different are the ends of wilful passion and
unswerving fidelity. All lives, according as they are true or false, renew
this contrast.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Behold, I create all things new," saith the Lord. For good or for ill,
this decree must be applied to us. In some way we are all changing as the
years pass. Our lives are wasting away, unless they are renovated by a
truer spirit, and thus winning ever more than they lose. What do we most
need that time may be ever newer and happier, and the hours move on
neither with lagging weariness nor drunken haste, but in the Divine order
marked out for them by their Lord?

Are there not some things to be put off, as well as some things to be put
on? Answer honestly as we look the New Year in the face--answer as to a
messenger from God. What weight are we carrying, that we need to lay
aside? What evil habit is fixing itself upon us, shutting out the light of
God, chilling the better affections, deadening the nobler powers, and
threatening, perhaps, beneath its insidious smile to take from existence
more of its beauty and joy and strength? Let each consider well his own
besetting sin, and put it off. With the falling burden, scales fall from
his eyes--he sees God anew. For him the former things have passed
away--all things are become new. What makes our being fresher and happier
than the conviction that the coming years are better than the past!

Off with the old burdens, and put on the new armor. There is something for
each of us to do--something for each one of us specific and peculiar as
our own individuality--something for all of us as universal as our common
humanity. The specific thing and the universal good pursue as if for life
itself. God bless us in the striving, and crown us in the work. Each year
in its sober experience give us new hopes for ourselves and the future of
our race.

_New Year._




Solicitude of Parents




SOLICITUDE OF PARENTS.


Our thoughts turn now more particularly to the circle of home relations,
and we propose to give some plain views of them with an especial eye to
the temptations of city life. The duty of parents is the topic first in
order.

Few if any words are given in the Scriptures to persuading parents to love
their children, or to wish to provide for them. The affection is taken for
granted, and they who have it not are set aside by themselves as monsters.
If any provide not for his own, and especially for those of his own house,
he hath denied the faith and is worse than an infidel.

It is not upon the parental sentiment itself, but upon its due direction,
that Christianity rests its emphasis; as well it may, for what sentiment
has gone more astray from the true mark, and in mistaken kindness hurt
those whom it would most bless. "What man," asks our Saviour, "would give
his son a stone instead of bread, or a serpent instead of a fish?" Not
one, if he really knew it or saw it. Yet what is more frequent than such
wrong indirectly done?

       *       *       *       *       *

Take the first and most obvious form of parental solicitude, the form
literally connected with the question just cited--we mean the physical
maintenance of children. It would be wasting words in this or any
respectable assembly, to try to prove that parents should provide food and
clothing for their offspring. Yet here, and every where, in our mode of
making this provision, many very grave questions may arise. Kind feeling
is not enough. Without knowledge and forethought, we may hurt where we
wish to help--we may kill where we wish to cure. At every step we need
better counsel than any instinctive fondness, or childish caprice, or
worldly fashion. The Creator has a lesson for us in the use of all his
gifts, and if we do not heed it, what we give as bread may turn out a
stone, and what seems to us a fish may sting like a serpent.

In providing food, clothing, air, exercise, for our children, we are to
study those solemn and inexorable laws which God has enacted for the rule
of the body. In this lower court of creation there is no pardoning power,
and the wrong done to the constitution in childhood is a wrong for a
lifetime. We apprehend that in no one point is our American society more
in error and more at variance, not only with natural laws, but even with
the best European standard, than in the physical education of children.
They are fed often on the trash of the confectioner, instead of the simple
aliments nearest the hints of nature, and by improper dress and hours they
are forced into a precocious maturity of mind and body, equally hurtful to
both.

Does any one doubt the importance or dignity of such caution? The doubt
vanishes the moment we see the connection between physical education, and
the whole tone of thought and feeling--nay, the entire aim of life. The
tastes for food, and dress, and amusement, cherished in children of tender
years, may be committing them to a judicious or a corrupt method of
life--may be their initiation into a school of self-control and wisdom, or
passion and extravagance. The drunkard, the sot, nay, the debauchee, may
date their wretchedness from childhood. Many a family has been ruined by
habits of extravagance that began in the finery and feasting of the
nursery. They that dwell in cities should take close heed to the prevalent
danger, and not think themselves safe merely because they do as other
people do. Consider how common the error is to mistake precocity for
promise--to disturb the sacred reserve of nature--to tear open the
curtained bud of childhood, and boast of the forced growth so ruinous to
the tender plant, and then let us learn anew to respect the bidding of the
Creator and follow his appointed way. Here we should be willing to take a
stand as nonconformists, and have it appear in the beginning, that we are
not educating our children to be the apes of the world's fashions, or
slaves of its caprices, but to be rational and moral creatures, a blessing
to their home and community, a light in the kingdom of God. Let them learn
early to find happiness in common things--to enjoy simple pleasures--to
love the glow of healthful action above the fever of artificial
excitements, the constant bounties of nature beyond the costly gifts of
luxury.

What we have said applies more directly to providing for children during
their tender years. In rude communities here the care mostly stops, and
the boy at least, as soon as he is strong enough to be master of his
limbs, is left pretty much to take care of himself. But as society becomes
more refined and luxurious, it is very obvious that the solicitude of
parents looks more towards providing for the maturer years than for the
minority of their children. It becomes, perhaps, the absorbing question,
how shall we establish them properly in life--what effort or self-denial
must we use to secure their future success?--a great question, and one
which troubles many an earnest mind, and heaves society itself with
misgivings.

It often presents itself in a very tangible form, and by some is confined
to one point--to concern for property. I will not disparage the desire of
parents to secure a comfortable living to their children. But it is safe
to say that this desire is strong enough when compared with matters more
essential even in their bearing on a comfortable living. Surely the chief
assurance of a sufficient livelihood is a good practical education. A
reasonable man will not think it important to leave more than a frugal
competence to his children, yet he ought to think himself unkind, nay
cruel, if he spare any labor or sacrifice needed to educate them to do
their part effectively and happily in the world. A large inheritance is
easily lost, and may be retained without adding any happiness or dignity
to its owner or the community, but a good education stands by its
possessor; the strength of his trials and the ornament of his joys.

We need to look well to this at a time when, under the very name of
education, foul wrong is done to the active energies, and a systematic
imbecility of mind and body has the stamp of elegance. That only is a good
education which so stores the mind and brings out the powers as to fit one
to take an honest place in life, and do well the work given us to do. Such
a culture will have an eye upon the uncertainties of fortune, and prepare
the pupil to provide for himself, and all who are reasonably dependent
upon him. Such a culture it is the duty of every parent to give, and the
right of every child to receive. It is clear, however, that it cannot be
given without going in the face of many dainty prejudices, which are so
ready to pamper unreasonable wants and slight the plain utilities. The
Hebrew laws required, that children, even those of nobles should be taught
some useful art, and the Saviour of men and the chief of his apostles were
bred in accordance with this law. There is no security against shameful
servitude short of this, that a youth shall have enough in himself, know
enough, and can do enough, to take and keep an honorable place in the
world. Too often this great truth is slighted, and men toil in such a way
as to procure for their children a dainty training that enlarges the
surface of their wants, whilst it lessens the domain of their energies,
and so puts a mill-stone upon a son's back, whilst thinking to give him
bread.

Yet more sternly we must carry out the doctrine of the need of an
education essentially self-relying. The father has and should have more
tender solicitude for the daughter than the son, and there is no
affection that the blessed God has breathed into the human heart more
beautiful and holy than this, giving as it does such grace to the rudest
and the most refined homes, teaching gentle speech to many a rough
peasant, and imbuing the most cultivated man with a delicacy and
tenderness beyond any of the charms of courts or chivalry. Yet this
sentiment needs to be wise as well as kind; nay, wise in order to be kind;
and a just father will strive to train his daughter to be equal to either
fortune. However large or small his fortune, he will remember its
uncertainties, and beware of sanctioning the too prevalent folly which
regards woman as born to be petted and dependent, and brands a rational
and self-relying education as masculine and ungraceful. If we have our
eyes open, we must see the wretchedness of this system, and regard every
daughter as cruelly treated who is not enabled without loss of
self-respect, in case of need, to take a stand for herself, and prefer to
an uncongenial marriage or a degrading dependence, reliance upon her own
arts of accomplishment or utility. The same preparation that fits her to
meet the time of trial, fits her to adorn prosperity, and to be that noble
creature, the woman who guides an affluent household with energy and love,
and who adds to the graces most prized in the social circle the grace that
is born of God and radiates the light of Heaven.

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Of course it is utterly idle to urge the need of such an education for
sons and daughters, by limiting its uses solely to worldly advantage. We
go up to the true basis of life for firm ground to build upon. Take that
ground decidedly, and then we view all true culture as part of the
training of souls under the Kingdom of God. We are not to live by bread
alone, but by every Divine word, by all of God's gifts to us. They are
cruel parents who slight the moral and spiritual wants of their children
and train them in worldly passions. This is, in the saddest sense, giving
them a stone instead of the Bread of Life. So we all think and are ready
to say. Take care lest our conduct belies our words. Whatever its position
or professions may be, that is a wretched household, whose polity is not
based upon a Divine standard--which does not acknowledge a rectitude above
the world's ways and breathe faith in God and things eternal. The very
discipline of a true home will be modelled after the heavenly order, and
will try to win the spirit of the benignant Father of all, who tempers
firmness with kindness so wonderfully in the government of his creatures.

Firmness is not enough--kindness is not enough, but the two must go
together. Firmness without kindness becomes the stony austerity that
crushes the will into servile conformity instead of training it to filial
obedience; kindness without firmness readily becomes a feeble expediency
that changes with the hour in a facility serpentine in more senses than
one. Firmness with kindness gives a discipline authoritative and flexible,
applying just principles in a mild prudence suited to all times and needs.
Of old perhaps the rigid temper most abounded, and austerity made
parental rule a rod of iron; but now the other extreme most prevails, and
a feeble indulgence allows self-will to be the law of childhood, and
fosters in many a dwelling a juvenile jacobinism, which needs only time
and chance to ripen into utter anarchy. This error does cruel wrong to
parent and child--to the child by fostering an ungovernable temper, a
perverse caprice that scoffs at all restraint and chafes even at the
limitations which God has imposed; to the parent by bringing upon him the
contempt of those who owe him respect, and by the painful conviction that
the indulgence begun in apparent kindness has been as fatal as wilful
severity. Away with the folly and the puny sentimentalism from which it
springs! Let us look at the law of God founded in the written Word and in
the very nature of things. The family is the safeguard of society--a
government founded by Heaven itself. Parents are to rule, children are to
obey. This principle, if carried out with energy and discretion, will
adapt itself to the various ages and circumstances of life. The element of
authority will be imbued with the attractive power of the truth and love
upon which it rests, and as the child grows into youth or maturity, the
authority that trained him, without losing its dignity, will appear less
and less an arbitrary will--nay, authority itself will seem but the
sterner aspect of persuasion.

For all this we need an unworldly faith and a spiritual mind. They that
would nurture others in the true life must themselves be nurtured upon its
true element. For themselves they must breathe the prayer for daily bread
in a true sense of its meaning--a true sense of dependence on God for
moral power as for bodily strength. Nothing short of a temper and purpose
truly religious will make the household a school of faith and a home of
wisdom and peace. We are apt to be too negligent, indeed, of modes of
instruction and forms of worship. Too often a parent neglects to tell his
children what is deepest in his own heart, and with many not wholly
worldly persons, the years pass away without any regular habits of
Christian teaching and worship in the family. The remedy cannot come from
mere formalism, but it must spring from a truer heart--more of the right
spirit showing itself in the right way--in all wisdom and prudence,
charity and devotion.

Speaking thus, who of us does not see a startling thought staring us in
the face--the thought that our own personal character is the measure of
our influence, and that we cannot expect to teach or impress what we have
not taken to our own hearts. We cannot cheat our children into the virtue
which we affect, for they will find us out, and distinguish what we do and
are, from what we say. Influence cannot rise above the level of character,
nor the fountain above the fountain-head. What motive to a truer
life--what warning against vice and godlessness--what encouragement in all
good--that the chief patrimony of children is the character of their
parents, and with this treasure small gifts are wealth, and without this
treasure rich gifts are poor indeed. Unhappy is the man who leaves to his
children the influence of a heart hard as stone and a worldliness wily as
a serpent! Precious the influence--blessed the memory of a parent, whose
life has made the ways of wisdom pleasant and peaceful, secured to his
offspring a childhood pure and happy, given a sacred and cheerful
remembrance to be the handmaid of an immortal hope.

The affections, it has been said, press downward more strongly than they
rise upward, and parents love their children more than children can love
them in return. If this were so, it would but the more illustrate the
fact, that life is not utterly selfish, and men live not for themselves
alone. It is true, that we do not live for ourselves alone. The merchant
at his counting-houses has thoughts beyond his gold and
merchandize--visions more fair and kindly than these; and the hard-handed
workman who does his ruder labor, spares of his earnings for his children
at school. But the love is not all on one side, although time may be
needed to adjust the balance, and teach childhood to appreciate a true
parental care. God holds the balance, and will make it true. In the motive
and in the result, he secures the reward of fidelity. Time and eternity
will show, that the love which he has inspired shall win harvests of
blessings that cannot perish.




Reverence in Children.




REVERENCE IN CHILDREN.


The Ten Commandments, the foundations of all law, both religious and
civil, among civilized nations, are divided, all are aware, into two
tables: the first treating of duties relating directly to God--the second
treating of duties relating to man--the two covering the essential grounds
of religion and morals. The command to honor father and mother begins the
second table of the Law. Why should it not? for what so fitly stands at
the head of the moral code, as the law that puts order into the household?
The family is the form of government, first in time and first in
importance. Home is older than church or court; a parent's authority prior
to that of priest or judge. With the family, social order began--without
family union, social order must end.

There is something striking in the transition from the first to the second
table--the transition from Jehovah's assertion of his own sovereignty to
his tender regard for the welfare of men. We seem to be looking down from
the awful mountain with its barren crags into the peaceful valley with its
pleasant homes and grassy lawns, rejoicing that the summits pealing with
thunder send down refreshing breezes and fruitful showers into those
plains below.

Looking up to God, who claims of us supreme homage as his due, and then in
his own sovereign right urges upon us to fulfil our dues to each other, we
speak now of the duties of children or the honor to be rendered by them to
parents.

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Do any ask what are the grounds of the Commandments? The grounds are
obvious, and the law, which God enacts, instead of being an arbitrary
decree, is in entire harmony with the nature of things. It would perhaps
be needless to dwell on these grounds, were there not something in the
temper of our times, that calls them in question--in fact, certain notions
of intellectual liberty among theorists, that combine with the passions
and caprices of youth to unsettle many a household, and threaten the peace
of society itself. Against the sentimentalist, who makes light of all
natural ties to glorify the individual's own intuitions or affinities, and
against the little rebel, who comes to the same conclusion by a much
shorter process, we urge the Divine law, "Honor thy father and thy
mother."

Honor them, because God bids it, and bids it not merely in the written
code, but by the whole order of his providence, by the very constitution
of society. However we may dispute about the best form or true foundation
of government--maintain monarchy, aristocracy, or democracy, to be the
best form--declare Divine law, social compact, or popular will, to be the
true foundation, all must agree in the Divine origin of the family and
the Divine right of parental government. The instincts of nature, the
words of revelation, the dictates of experience and expediency, all agree
in this, and all illustrate the mind of God, the Creator of the family.
The mind of God himself speaks or should speak through the parent to the
child, so, that filial obedience is fitly another name for piety; so, that
prayer itself borrows its most hallowed word from the reverence nurtured
at home.

Trace out the law of dependence, and see how fully it urges the
commandment--the law of dependence that rests with parents so much of the
welfare of the child. Not merely food, clothing, and home, but all the
higher goods of life, experience, wisdom, virtue, are to be looked for
thus. As a general rule, benignant Providence itself has its chosen
almoner in father and mother, and the gifts are blessed as they are
received in reverence. We may indeed suppose monstrous cases, in which
unnatural parents exact such folly or wrong, that obedience ceases to be a
virtue. Such cases are not frequent enough to alter the general law, and
even in these, a true child, in refusing to conform to what is evil in the
sight of God, will do it in such a way as still to keep the commandment,
and treat tenderly even a perverse father, and expostulate with his
tyranny in a temper fitted more to subdue than irritate its violence. Such
monstrous cases need little notice in any Christian community, where
parents are generally ready enough to do the best, and give the most in
their power for their children. In fact, for them, the Decalogue has no
law, as if nature needed no decree to enforce parental love, and the
affections of themselves pressed heavily enough downwards. The great need
was and is of enforcing the obligation, that looks upward from child to
parent. Our modern culture, with all its scope and refinement, has no
substitute for this obligation; nay, needs it more than ever to check the
wilfulness and laxity so likely to come from precocious fancy and
unbridled temper. Experience is constantly showing, that even the external
promise connected with the commandment meets the wants of our own times
also, and now, as of old, filial obedience secures an efficient life and
peaceful civilization,--"that it may be well with thee, and that thy days
may be long in the land which the Lord thy God shall give." How many
bright and dark chapters of recent history show how close is the
connection between stability of society and filial respect--between
allegiance to every worthy institution and the discipline that learns to
regard a superior authority at home. This outward sanction the Gospel
accepts, and carries it into the spiritual kingdom. By many a precept the
apostles enforce the command, and by word and example, by the beatitudes
of the mount, and the obedience of the cross, our Saviour imparts new
blessing and worth to its observance.

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We have a foundation then to build upon, and filial respect rests upon the
Word of God, the welfare of the home, the good of society, and the peace
of the soul. Let the sentiment be worthy of the Divine foundation. If
worthy it will appear first of all as a feeling of affectionate reverence.
It will not be worship as with the Chinese absolutist, nor mere
friendship, as in the code of many a radical. The parent is of the same
nature with the child, and is not to be adored; he is superior in age,
experience and authority, and should have more than the friendly courtesy
of an equal. Superior in degree, though not in kind, he is to be regarded
with affectionate respect and deference. Any subjection more or less than
this comes of wrong, and leads to wrong. To exact utter servitude is
tyranny--to lower reasonable authority into flattery, entreaty, or
apology, is an imbecile indulgence which a child should be as unwilling to
ask as a parent to give.

If any hearers are ready to quarrel with us for presuming to define the
quality and conditions of one of the great social sentiments, and to say
that all the affections are best let alone without any forcing process, we
are not troubled for a reply. No modern folly has been more thoroughly put
down by analysis and experience, than the sentimentalist's notion, that
the affections are wholly their own law, and are not to be trained under
reason, conscience and religion. Even in those sentiments which have most
of the spontaneous play of genius--those which rejoice in poetry, music,
and all the beautiful arts, the perceptions must first be trained to the
nicest sense of the truth of things, and the rigid discipline of every
true artist shames the folly of the dreamers who would make it appear,
that the great art of life, as a school of the affections, is to be left
to itself. No--our principles have vast power over our feelings, and they
who from the beginning are trained to accept the great loyalties of a
divine kingdom, will be loyal in their affections as in their creed, and
their affections will come forth and grow up as the vine does by help of
the very trellis which overlooks it.

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The filial sentiment thus accepted and nurtured will not be idle, but will
show itself in the tone of manners, the rule of conduct, the law of life.

Manners are but lesser morals, and closely connected with the greater
morals. Good manners begin at home, and if they do not begin there, the
desire for them is apt to end in poor affectation. The soul of politeness
is mutual deference, and where should this have its origin but in the
respect most directly sanctioned by God? Too often the true filial honor
is forgotten, and, perhaps, from thoughtlessness more than disrespect,
children are sometimes seen usurping the prerogatives of age, speaking in
tones of petulant authority, and crowding themselves into the places of
elders. The best place for them is their own place. Their own dignity, as
well as that of their parents, is best furthered by the deference, that
gives the household its best order and makes it the school of the graces,
that adorn society with its pleasing gradations, and cheer the way to its
best virtues. Full enough is the temptation, especially in cities, to fall
short of this true deference and to rob childhood and youth of their best
character. Manners, instead of being nurtured on the Christian root, are
left too much to the dancing-master, and there are hosts of boys and
girls adept in postures and airs proper for the ballet, and strangers to
the reverence and simplicity that most honor them in honoring their
elders. Precocious passion for dress and society is the bane of the one,
and ridiculous affectation of manhood, especially of its follies, is the
shame of the other. The girl, instead of being calmly at rest in a child's
healthful slumber, is aping the belle in the ball-room; and the boy is
walking the street with his cigar, perhaps boasting of his powers at the
bottle, instead of being where he should be, in his bed, getting strength
for true manliness, not fevering himself into a ludicrous manikin. "Learn
to show piety at home," is thus another form of the ancient law, "Honor
thy father and thy mother."

The sentiment so essential to good manners will show itself as a rule of
conduct, and filial honor will take the form of obedience. During the
years of dependence this obedience is to be entire, for the parent must
think and act for the child. No matter what precocity of memory or
imagination, what privileges of education or amount of attainments, may
seem sometimes to reverse the order of precedence, the child is to follow
the parent's counsels, and in so doing will gain alike in wisdom and
discipline, for the experience of age is wiser than the pert wit of youth,
and submission to a superior will is essential to a true schooling for the
vicissitudes of life. It is not well to overstrain prerogative, and to
insist on obedience as a sacrifice, where it might be made an attraction,
if the reasons of the case are fully set forth. Nor is it well to make
obedience wholly dependent upon a statement of reasons, for many things
must be done for reasons that youth cannot appreciate, and kindness is
never so decided as when the impatient shortsightedness of childhood is
overruled by the far-seeing wisdom of maturity. Reason there should be in
every request; but if the request were allowed to wait until the reasons
could be understood, parental care would cease with the first restraint,
and childhood would be left to itself at the first task or pain. God
himself is our helper here, for he, who calls us in so many things to walk
by faith without sight, has fitted youth for the same discipline, and made
mild authority in the end more attractive and efficient than premature
argument or feeble flattery.

Obedience, thus considered, will not be servile but filial, and will find
its own honor in doing honor to its guardians. It will lead children to
ask constantly what they can do for the happiness of the family and the
welfare of its members. This duty is too little thought of, especially
where there is none of that pressure of want which compels children to
help in the maintenance of the family. No matter how great the wealth of
parents or the retinue of servants on the watch for every care, there is
still place for the earnest co-operation of each member of the family, and
no refinements of living have abolished the duty of mutual help, and the
grace of mutual deference. In most families the services of the children
are needed for many friendly offices of greater or less importance, and
none will deny that the comfort of every household is closely connected
with what the children do or fail to do for its welfare. So early does the
work, the responsible work of life begin, and so early may its springs of
beneficence be opened.

Let any true household illustrate what we mean. What beauty in the filial
confidence that reveals its troubles and needs, and asks counsel of
superior wisdom! What comfort in the countless little services that
lighten a father or mother's care, or soothe their troubles! What grace in
the unbought courtesies that youth may throw around the home, the refined
deference, the kind remembrances too often left to the parade of
drawing-rooms, but the proper ornament of the family circle! What power
over the pains of sickness, or the languor of convalescence, in the
solicitude and consideration which children may show, and showing, may
bring to the weary pillow a balm more healing than medical art! And if
stinted means require frugal expenditures, or even the active labor of the
young, what worth in the filial thoughtfulness that anticipates the
necessary economy, instead of repining encourages frugality, and asks to
be useful instead of insisting on being indulged.

And when fortune, station, or intellectual eminence reward youthful
aspiration, the aspirant never wins more respect than when he makes his
parents his confidants and companions. Here our common nature is not at
fault, for whenever in any public exercise or examination a young person
does remarkably well, we all think at once of the parents, and the
pleasure of the assembly is not complete until the people have confirmed
their own enjoyment by sympathy with the father and mother. There is great
power in this fact, and what it implies--great power in the fact that
children honor parents by being truly honorable, and repay best the
sacrifices of so many anxious years by making their own lives a credit and
comfort to father and mother. This benefit lasts as long as life itself,
and the integrity and efficiency of mature years carries out to the limit
of existence the affectionate reverence of childhood.

Here the whole world is one, and the human heart is the same in all ages,
and history and experience meet. What state of society can be blind to the
meaning of the imprecation which was pronounced at the entrance into the
promised land, and joined in the same doom the idolator and him who should
"set light by his father and mother?" What philosophy can gainsay the sage
of the Book of Proverbs, whose sententious moralizing rises into prophetic
grandeur as he speaks of the unnatural son: "The eye that mocketh at his
father or refuseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick
it out, and the young eagles shall eat it." Who needs any interpretation
of the feelings of David, or Joseph, or Solomon, in their joy or trial?
How heartrending was the grief of the Psalmist over his recreant
son--"Would to God, I had died for thee, my son, my son!" What beauty, as
well as simplicity in the inquiry of Joseph for his father, when the prime
minister of Egypt dismissed his courtly train, and weeping aloud, could
only ask "Doth my father yet live?" What grandeur far above its gold and
gems surrounded the throne of Solomon, when he rose to meet his mother,
and called her to a seat at his right hand. "And the king said unto her,
Ask on, my mother, for I will not say thee nay." What pathos and sublimity
in the Saviour of men, when, embracing home and heaven in his parting
words on the Cross, he commended his spirit to the Eternal Father, and
intrusted his mother to the beloved disciple's care. We need no more than
this to show how the gospel glorifies the law, and crowns its morality and
piety alike in its perfect love--"Woman, behold thy son"--"Disciple,
behold thy mother."

Hear the amen that goes from Calvary to Sinai--and Honor thy father and
thy mother!




Brothers and Sisters.




BROTHERS AND SISTERS.


When Cain asked "Am I my brother's keeper?" it seemed a very strange
question to come from a man who had just murdered his brother and held him
so cruelly in his keeping. Fear led Cain to disguise his guilt by
repudiating his obligation, through an interrogation more negative than a
flat denial. What he said in guilty fear, many are now ready to say in
pretended humanity, and it is one of the conceits of our time to make
light of ties of kindred in the name of a world-wide philanthropy. A
melo-dramatic patriotism not particularly famous for domestic attachment
has been ready to swear brotherhood to the whole nation, perhaps the whole
race, and many a scape-grace who has been a sad plague to his own kindred,
has been heard shouting at the top of his voice the three noble watchwords
of which fraternity is a climax. Philanthropists sometimes labor under a
similar error, and people who have had no especial solicitude or felicity
in helping their own families and neighbors, presume to despise such near
at hand interests as trivial, and seek to reform the world in a wholesale
way. Professed Christians are not wholly free from the error. Some
certainly there are who are ready to _brother_ and _sister_ all
Christendom with most profuse generosity of tongue, who show their little
sense of the meaning of the term by pinching selfishness towards those of
their own blood, that seems to say, "Am I my brother's keeper?"

It is well, that large views of social obligation are making headway, and
that Christianity has so mightily rebuked the narrowness of exclusive
cliques and clanships. But if humanity is to be true in its progress, it
must be true in its source; and if a man love not his brother whom he hath
seen, how can he love not merely God whom he hath not seen, but the
brother whom he hath not seen? In fact what is regard for our brother but
the first and most obvious application of the second of the two great
commandments? Our brother is our next neighbor, and even our humanity must
begin with him, that it may be really worth any thing. We turn now to the
collateral relations of the household, or the duties of brothers and
sisters. Sacred and suggestive subject, speaking to each of us in the
tones of our own peculiar experience. Let it speak to the conscience as
well as to the sensibilities and the memory.

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Where shall we begin but at the beginning, that is with the will of God,
which is the ground of every duty? The family, as we have seen and
believe, is the first form of society, a government founded by the
Creator. All that can be said in favor of its peace and order, goes to set
forth its collateral as well as its ascending and descending ties--to urge
the obligations of brothers and sisters as well as parents and children.
Co-operation between the former is as essential to the home, as are
protection and dependence between the latter.

But to come more closely to the point, is it not true that proper respect
for parents urges the duty now under consideration and just filial love
must needs be fraternal? Children cannot be true to their parents without
being true to each other, and the welfare and charm of the household
depends in no small degree upon the mutual help and moral harmony of its
younger members. Children are not regarded as so many separate units, but
as an organic whole, as members one of another; and when they are
considerate and harmonious, they have new grace and worth in the parent's
eye, more so to his heart, than the features of the fairest landscape
where the particulars combine in the whole, and light, shade, grove and
river, hill and valley--fair in themselves, are fairer together, can
possibly have to the eye of the lover of nature. What under the heavens is
more pleasant and lovely than brethren who with all their differences of
taste and temperament still agree in aim and spirit? It is indeed like the
dew of Hermon, that threw its silver veil over mountain and valley, and
refreshed and beautified each tree and flower with a baptism from heaven.

But this relation of fraternal love to filial is but one of its aspects.
Brothers and sisters are related by what they owe directly to each other,
as well as by what they owe to parents. The will of God, that bids them
agree for their parents' sake, bids them also agree for their own sake.
Mutual educators of each other they must be, and by means far more
powerful than school-books or lessons. They are constantly together, and
this intercourse must be a selfish collision, if it be not a friendly
reciprocity. In childhood, they must needs be frequent rivals for the
favors and duties of the home, subjects of indulgences or sacrifices, that
must awaken strife, unless they are shared in mutual deference. With
childhood, however, the relation does not end, but may have in mature
years its gravest importance, for in the order of nature parents are
likely to be first taken from the world, and to all human view they may be
beyond the reach of kindness or unkindness. But the relation of children
to each other promises to last far longer, may create between the elder
and younger a relation parental as well as filial, and for good or ill it
must in some way continue as long as life itself. How essential, then,
that a tie so enduring should be rightly regarded, and that in childhood,
youth and maturity, it should keep its benignant hold over the family!

Nor does its importance end here. The method of God is, that the
affections shall grow outward from within, and that being trained in
kindness at home, men should be prepared to show good will to each other
in all the concerns of life. As the patriarchal dispensation, in the grand
course of ages, widened into the universality of the gospel, so in every
true life, a just family culture is to expand into a generous humanity,
that learns at home how to speak of a broader brotherhood, and a higher
fatherhood. Whether God's method is not wiser than man's let experience
show by contracting the windy declamation, that mistakes rhetorical
generalities for comprehensive benevolence, and the judicious,
unostentatious beneficence that carries out in all its relations the sober
good will cherished in a wholesome household discipline, and so on a true
pattern strives to build up the larger household of faith. The one begins
at the root, and so branches out in blessing--the other would begin with
the branches, which wither away when parted from the root.

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So then in the will of God, revealed in the constitution of the family,
the welfare of its members, the spirit of humanity, we find the foundation
of the duties of brothers and sisters. The fraternal sentiment must be in
accordance. In all our affections, there must needs be some lights and
shades that depend upon the individual's gifts and experience, for no man
is a rule for all, and we must differ in our likings as in our looks. Yet
all primal obligations have essential features in common; and the
fraternal sentiment, although less instructive than the parental, and more
complex than the filial, has quite as decidedly a character of its own.
The phrenologist may not locate it in a special organ of the brain, and
the metaphysician may not make of it an instinct by itself, but it has its
root none the less in nature, and loses no interest from expanding so
generously under true associations and culture. When true, the fraternal
sentiment unites congeniality with consanguinity, and developes friendship
from kindred blood, as the parted branches open into leaves, and
blossoms, and fruits, kindred in their aims as their source. Its nature is
better shown by tracing out its just influence than by attempting to
arrest its flitting shades of hue, or to analyze its constituent elements.
Here, too, is the practical bearing of the subject, a bearing which many
slight far more from thoughtlessness than from indifference. In what light
are brothers or sisters called to regard each other?

Their first obvious duty is that of due consideration for each other. They
are to consider each other's circumstances, needs, trials, dispositions,
opportunities, and never allow selfishness or indifference to blind them
to what belongs to them in common. Does this need to be said of persons
who are so near, as of necessity to be always in each other's thoughts?
Ah, what is more frequent and obvious, than that familiarity tempts
indifference, and that our very primal duties, like the stars which are
their emblems, are easily forgotten because they may at any time be seen?
The things most significant are likely to be near at hand, and religion,
like philosophy, finds its chief triumphs in opening the meaning of what
God has brought to our very door. A part of the power of absence from home
lies in breaking the spell of familiarity, and leading the absent one to
look impartially upon the familiar circle, and upon his own place and
conduct there. Many a youth or maiden has returned from a journey or
voyage wiser far in sense of home duties than proud of the accomplishments
of travel. True consideration will not need absence to teach this lesson,
but from its calm point of view the absent one will survey the common
spheres of life, and try to live for others as under the eye of God.

In each family there will be decided need for mutual consideration, and
there must be strife, unless there is mutual deference. All cannot have
all the favors, and the division of them may embroil a household as
bitterly as the division of an empire has embroiled rival heirs of
thrones. Where means are limited, mutual sacrifices not always easy must
be made, and few families pass many years without feeling the power of
consideration, or of selfishness in meeting the privations that must go
round their circle. When means are abundant, and every wish has ready
wealth at its command, the form of forbearance may change, but its
essential spirit is none the less needed. There will still be differences
of talent, looks, manners, opportunities, health, experience, that require
in the most prosperous household the same virtues, that give the humblest
cottage its dignity and peace. In every family, there will be some call
for peculiar consideration or regard to some member of it, according as
sickness, infirmity, youth, age, deficient or extraordinary ability, may
call upon the stronger to serve the weaker. What wretchedness when the
call is slighted, even by one! Who can calculate the mischief wrought by a
sensual or reckless brother, who makes every thing secondary to his own
passions and pleasures, or by a frivolous and heartless sister, who makes
a god of fashion and enslaves the whole house to her monstrous vanity!
Who, too, can calculate the influence of a high-minded brother in guiding
and cheering the younger members of the family, or of a devoted and
judicious sister in soothing every impatient humor with a face in which
shines, perhaps, the light of the sainted mother's countenance? When all
unite in some common solicitude, God gives their daily bread and cup a
sacramental grace, and from some sufferer whom they watch over together, a
mighty blessing, uniting, exalting them all, comes forth, and seems to say
in the sacred name, "Ye have done it unto me."

Consideration will lead to confidence, and will banish deceit, that viper
of society, from the hearth-stone, which too often warms it into life. Let
confidence begin early, move the lips first lisping for utterance, and
continue in maturity, when the world's folly that sometimes names itself
experience shall try to teach disguise as prudence, and artifice as
wisdom. Whatever we may think of the confessor, as an official person,
confession is founded in the nature of things, and God bids us confess our
faults one to another. Who ought to be confidential, if not those whose
experience and destiny so unite their lives? I cannot even glance at the
chief forms of this confidential relation. One aspect may be specified
which is too often forgotten--that between brother and sister. If these
were more candid advisers, each would be better for it--each imparting to
each the counsel that each can give. With feminine insight and purity,
what a kind and gentle, yet strict and earnest censor of youthful excess,
the one may be. With manly judgment and honor, what a firm and scrupulous,
yet tender and considerate adviser in reference to many follies and
dangers may the other be. Giddy as young people often are in their
pleasures and caprices, it has sometimes seemed to me, that if a plan of
life were to be drawn up by the youth of a family for each other, few
treatises of morals would surpass it in purity of spirit or rectitude of
principle. Some follies would be sure to fall. Where would intemperance
and its kindred vices be, if sisters were taken as counsellors? Where
would indecent costumes, immodest dances, equivocal friendships be, if
brothers were more frequent advisers? This negative influence is not a
tithe of the worth of the relation, which God in his infinite tenderness
and wisdom has decreed--a relation so able to enrich ties of nature by
every grace of mind and heart, and from likeness and unlikeness of
constitution to develope one of the finest harmonies of our being. Its
beauty cheers many a dark age of ancient rudeness, and adorns many of the
brightest chapters of our modern culture. Would we know what brother and
sister have been to each other, listen to the triumphal song of Miriam, as
she braced anew the great heart of the law-giver with timbrel and psalm;
or look to the grave of Lazarus, where Mary and Martha stood with Him who
was the Resurrection and the Life. Do we ask more modern instances, stand
under the open heavens and remember how Caroline Herschel shared the
vigils of their illustrious explorer--open the pages of Neander, and think
of her whose devotedness made a pleasant home of his otherwise solitary
study, and encouraged him in his noble work of tracing out the progress of
the divine life throughout all the mazes of theological controversy, and
making church history a book of the heart, instead of the disputatious
understanding. Do we need more--only conjecture the number of cases nearer
at hand in which youth have been counselled and helped on through years of
preparation to their calling or profession by a sacrifice that looked not
to the world for motive, and asked not of the world reward for its
success.

I need only name the crowning duty of brothers and sisters--the duty of
being mutual helpers, for this is implied in what we have said of
consideration and confidence. They whom God has so united should stand by
each other in every worthy way--not selfishly exacting favors, but earnest
to do good. Too often the contrary has indeed been the case, and history
in most conspicuous passages, from the death of Abel and the exposure of
Joseph to the wars of the Plantagenets and the feuds of the Bourbons,
shows that strifes are bitterest when nearest home, and "a brother
offended is indeed harder to be won than a strong city, and their
contentions are like the bars of a castle." Less conspicuous, because less
monstrous, are the opposite cases, and Christianity itself leads the noble
list of fraternal worthies, by presenting in its first disciples so many
who carried ties of blood into bonds of faith, and strove together to the
last for the kingdom that would make all brothers in God. The various
forms of fraternal aid need not be specified, nor the cases described in
which the death of parents or peculiar circumstances enhance the
obligation, and the responsibility of parents devolves upon the elder
children. Whatever the age, the welfare of children is closely connected
with their mutual conduct, and its power reaches not merely to the
division of time and cares, but to the highest interests of mind and
heart. Firm principle, spiritual faith, devoted purposes, act and react
collaterally with great power, and in the social as in the natural world,
it is the side light and warmth that most applies the cheering rays from
above. Happy the home where true peace dwells between kindred, and all
various gifts are held in unity of spirit! While the circle remains
unbroken, it is strong against the world. When broken it is still not
desolate, and the orphan is not without a helper. There is love enough on
earth to join with the love that has gone heavenward to make life
cheerful, and keep hope firm.

Let all apply these thoughts. Children, apply them, and be kind in all you
do and say. Youth, apply them, and be thoughtful where you are often
tempted to be reckless. Elders, apply them, and never allow care or
worldliness to chill the better affections of early days. Deep in the
heart let the old home live, and its pleasant memories, brightened by
kindly offices, open ever into immortal hopes. Old things must pass away,
but from the Christian they can only pass away by being all made new--new
in a spirit, that remembers best when progressing most, and crowns all
friendships with charity divine.




Marriage.




MARRIAGE.


It is a remarkable fact, that He who came to be the Saviour from sin,
whose name is coupled with the sorrow that he would alleviate, began his
public ministry at a marriage, and gave the first proof of his powers
amidst its festivities. Yet why wonder at it--for where should the Gospel
begin its work if not with the union that founds the family and should
secure every social and moral good? How, moreover, could the genius of
Christianity better show itself than by such a practical rebuke of the
asceticism that scorned the social affections, and would make of life a
ghostly austerity, just as if man were heavenly by being unearthly? It
needs no great ingenuity to imagine our Lord's feelings, as with his
kindly and majestic thought he looked upon that scene, and gave his
blessing to the youth and maiden who were probably of his own kin. He saw
all the serious and trying aspects of human life even in its best estate,
yet none the less gave them joy upon their union.

It is well that he was at that feast. The ages since have remembered his
presence, and his sacred name, heard still at the marriage, deepens its
memory, and consecrates its joy. The two ideas thus connected in fact are
connected in principle, and the moralist need not in any enlightened
community fear to speak of the Christian view of marriage, or care at all
either for the giggling levity that sees nothing solemn in the subject, or
for the sanctimonious gravity, that considers religion profaned by being
made practical. There are some difficulties in the way of a frank
treatment of the subject; I know our customs do not favor the homely
simplicity of the language of the Bible in the discussion of marriage, and
he must be very adventurous who undertakes to use the plain speech of the
old divines, whether in the quaint aphorisms of Thomas Fuller or the
jewelled periods of Jeremy Taylor. Yet it is not well to be very
fastidious or mystify any subject by ingenious circumlocution, and we
propose to say some plain words on the relation of husbands and wives in
continuation of these thoughts upon home duties.

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Not much need be said upon the foundation of this relation. It rests
clearly upon the will of God, the best good of the parties, and the
welfare of society.

As the Creator and Preserver of mankind, as the Lord of Nature and the
Father of Spirits, God has made us social beings, and decreed that the
most important association should be a lasting one. The natural law, which
in lower creatures establishes a transient union, enacts the permanence of
the higher relation, and when profoundly studied agrees with the precepts
of Revelation and the results of the best experience.

God's will is clearly shown in the effect of marriage upon the moral
condition of the parties themselves. It is generally essential to their
true life--to the proper development of their affections and faculties.
Under good Providence, it is the school of the heart, the motive to the
most laudable exertion and sacrifice. There are persons indeed whose
peculiar duties may exempt them from its cares,--scholars, devotees,
philanthropists, who may give their whole heart to their chosen
speciality, and make of science, religion or humanity their family and
home. Yet these are not the general rule, and even these generally prove
that the peculiar power acquired by concentrating their whole mind upon a
single pursuit gives them force at the expense of breadth of culture, and
may be morbid because preternatural. The monk and nun, in the convent or
out of it, have done noble things, and every faithful memory must bless
them for it--but not the noblest things. They have shown much mercy, yet
quite as much spiritual pride. If they have fed the poor, they have framed
the Mass Book and the Confessional. If they have cared for the orphan,
they have also invented infant damnation and the Inquisition, insisting on
hell hereafter for all not baptized by their priesthood, and devising a
hell here below for all heretics against their creed. Unmarried people
ruled Christendom for a thousand years, and that they did not rule in
wisdom, the Bible, history, and our best modern culture all declare. Nay,
the very sage of modern celibacy, Swedenborg, gave years of his life and
the chief labors of his pen to prove, that the best wisdom comes from
minds united conjugially, imbuing thought with affection, and informing
affection with thought, and so best interpreting the God in Christ. They
who may be puzzled by his mystical lore will have no difficulty with the
more practical argument, or refuse to allow that the most healthy thought
and feeling, the most comprehensive culture, frequents the home which a
true marriage makes.

"Marriage," says Jeremy Taylor, "is the mother of the world, and preserves
kingdoms and fills cities and churches and heaven itself. Celibate, like
the fly in the heart of an apple, dwells in a perpetual sweetness, but
sits alone, and is confined and dies in singularity; but marriage, like
the useful bee, builds a house, and gathers sweetness from every flower,
and labors, and unites into societies and republics, and sends out
colonies, and keeps order, and exercises many virtues, and promotes the
interest of mankind, and is that state of good things to which God hath
designed the present constitution of the world."

To carry out the argument and show the necessity of this relation to due
provision for children, to the peace and purity of society at large, would
but lead us into common-places that can as well be spared. Better pass on
and speak of the nature and duties of the relation in question.

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It differs from the other relations that we have thus far considered,
first of all in the fact, that it is elective or voluntary. The tie is one
of choice, not of blood, and of course this fact of itself speaks to
reason and conscience to stir themselves in the choice, instead of leaving
it to a giddy eye or a silly ear. The relation, moreover, is exclusive,
and in this fact it is distinguished from all ties of blood and all other
ties of choice. Again it is entire--extending to all the interests of
human life. Elective, exclusive, entire, marriage is thus the most
momentous of human relations. Decalogue, Gospel, Providence, experience,
all declare it such, and rest upon an act of choice the only obligation
that brooks no rival and allows no limitation.

In accordance with the tenderness and dignity of the relation, the ruling
sentiment and correspondent duties must be. Of the sentiment, more than
filial or parental love, more than brotherhood, for which friendship is an
inadequate name, and which at once fascinates by natural affinities and
binds with the sacredness of religion, I have no elaborate analysis to
give. We escape at once the peril of maudlin sentimentality and
metaphysical abstraction, by speaking of the sentiment in the practical
fruits, which best show its nature.

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We say first of all, that husband and wife should be true to each
other--true first and last. Wo to them, if they begin their relation with
a lie, either spoken or acted. They promise to love, honor and cherish
each other, and they lie abominably in the sight of God and their own
consciences, if they nullify the solemn promise by capricious levity or
sordid selfishness. Full liberty of conscience must be allowed for the
action of various minds, temperaments, circumstances, and not all
dispositions are to be judged by the same degree of the moral thermometer.
Yet of all diversities of gifts, this statement holds good, that marriage
begins in an impious falsehood, if the parties do not regard each other
with affection and respect, and do not mean to be mutual helpers. An
earth-born impulse should not steal a sacred name, nor a mercenary bargain
intrude its traffic into precincts more sacred than the temple courts. The
sale of a human creature under the marriage ring is more degrading because
more voluntary than under the auctioneer's hammer, and God will not
withhold his verdict against the profanation of his altars by such outrage
against nature and the Gospel.

The beginning is true, when the bond is sincerely assumed, and spirit and
truth go fully together when the whole mind and heart agree in a
congeniality without alloy and without misgiving.

True in the beginning, husband and wife are to be true in their progress
together. Of that gross falsity against which God launches an express law
of the Decalogue, and of whose curse on the offender and the victim, so
many wretched lives and homes are the providential commentary, I need not
speak with minuteness. Fidelity demands more than any negative
policy--demands truthfulness throughout the whole relation, the confidence
that will not mask its face or thought in reserve, and will deem it a
fraud to confer with any third party upon any matter belonging in its
nature to the two. It is the beginning of bitter sorrow, when this limit
is overstepped, and that enamel of mutual confidence is broken, which kind
Heaven has given for the protection of so delicate a nerve.

Nor does truthfulness end here. It must be positive in word and in
action--prompting the parties to share their thoughts and plans together,
and to prove by devotion to each other's welfare the truth of what they
say. We spare the digression to many satirists so attractive, and saying
nothing of the cheats of married life, whether the frauds of selfishness
or the wiles of overfondness, we are better pleased to leave the other
aspect of the picture uppermost, and speak of God's blessing upon all who
keep their truth by being true as well as kind.

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We add now a second duty of married persons--one that has a very prosaic
sound, touching a matter so near the springs of feeling. We say that
husband and wife should be reasonable--reasonable that they may be true in
fact as well as in purpose. Feeling of itself, even when healthy, is a
poor guide, sadly blind without reason. Whether it go with love or
indifference, folly carries misery into the home. The proverb is true
enough--

  "A stone is heavy and the sand weighty,
  But a fool's wrath is heavier than both;"

and we might add, a fool's love is quite as heavy as his wrath. We speak
not of the folly, which is a natural misfortune, but that of minds
befooling themselves by levity, or dissipation, or idleness. Nothing
wears better than good sense, and nothing is more essential to permanent
congeniality and usefulness. It is sometimes a stern censor, but only
because it wishes to be an honest friend. Let married persons take it for
their counsellor and it will settle for them many questions, which inflame
self-will and disturb love itself. They need above all others to be
reasonable, to look to reason with all its revealed lights as the
interpreter of God's will to them, and of their own relation to each
other. It is a great thing for them to start in life with reasonable views
of the most common-place arrangements of the household. How much
disappointment, and bitterness, and sin, come from unreasonable views of
expense, and who will undertake to estimate the amount of domestic misery
resulting from household extravagance? The dress of many a wife, and the
wine account of many a husband has been the ruin of the family. Let every
couple start with a fair understanding as to what they can afford to
spend, and keep sacredly within the limit. If the world laughs at their
simplicity, they can well afford to laugh at the world's folly, and time
will be very likely to put the laugh upon the right side. Much might be
said of the deplorable influence of the extravagant notions of most young
women in preventing thoughtful men from taking the risks of marriage, and
we hazard nothing in saying that the worst vices of cities are closely
connected with the growth of feminine extravagance. America will lose her
birthright and have no trace of the old domestic order, if the folly runs
through the land, and most girls are brought up to exact more expense
than the average returns of industry and talent can earn.

Good sense, that honest counsellor, will save the parties from all
controversy about prerogative, will interpret their peculiar jurisdictions
duly; teaching the man to take the lead without magisterial assumption, to
be the guardian without playing the tyrant; teaching the woman to follow
his fortunes without being his slave, and to accept his deference without
becoming his imbecile toy; exhibiting both in their likeness and
difference, equals and not equals, so that the twain are made one by a due
balance of gifts and harmony of contrasts.

Is there not need of urging with some emphasis the worth of reasonable
relations between husband and wife? Are they not too ready to make a
compromise of follies--the one annoyed by having her tastes and habits
reviewed in the strong light of a masculine understanding--the other
irritated at having his hard worldliness criticised by feminine refinement
or sensibility--the two sometimes settling the difficulty by
non-interference--the one left to extravagance and frivolity, if she will
consent not to insist upon having her husband's time or thought--the other
allowed to drudge as he will, if he will not intrude his utilitarianism
into her sphere, or apply common sense to the charming follies that devour
the dollars and the days. It is all wrong, and no gifts of fortune can
make up for the want of thoroughly rational companionship between parties
so allied, and so apt to belittle each other by triviality. Both are
gainers by it, and intellectually as well as morally--the more gainers as
in generous studies of nature, art, history, society, they take a common
interest in the enlarging and ennobling fields of thought, and their
habitual confidence makes them educators of each other. Without being
alarmed by the valiant Minervas who brandish their flashing spears from
reform platforms, and declare an independence at which the old
Revolutionary signers would have stood aghast, we believe that the most
thorough practical discipline is to be found in this home school, and the
enlargement of feminine perception and the refining of masculine vigor,
would advance vastly under such a culture. There would be a better mutual
understanding of the two great domains of life, and a holy alliance
between the two great families of minds. In plain language, if husband and
wife would advise with each other fully on all important subjects, the
robust understanding would be much helped by the quick wit, and fewer
foolish things, far fewer evil things would be done in the world. In
phrase more ideal, yet equally true, if insight were better allied with
argument--ready sensibility with executive strength--nice perception with
comprehensive judgment, reason would have a new avatar on earth, and the
light of God would shine as never before in its beauty and its power into
each household, and over the great globe.

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One more aspect of the class of duties before us now, we have to state,
and one that comprises and carries out every other. They who marry are to
live united in all the interests and purposes of existence.

The most obvious ground of union is the maintenance of the home and the
welfare of the family. The order of Providence seems to require the one to
provide by his labor or enterprise the means of livelihood, and the other
to see that they are properly used. As manners are simple, and fortunes
limited, the union of interests here is a very grave matter, and
inefficiency or self-will on either side brings discomfort, perhaps
wretchedness. As manners are refined, and luxuries abound, the same unity
of minds is equally essential to give grace and true worth to the home.
Let each respect the other in the several spheres, and combine to make
both what they should be. Let not a man's laborious gains be squandered in
folly, nor a wife's faithful care be disparaged as trivial. To use a
homely word with a sacred meaning, who will not ask a blessing on good
housekeeping? Is it not one of the fine as well as the useful arts--do not
its very utilities like the fountain of living water sparkle into beauty?
Happy they who know more of it than the tender mercies of hotels and
boarding-houses reveal. They do _not_ learn it well, unless they mingle
faith with their economies, and keep the home in divine peace, as well as
in worldly thrift. A home divided against itself cannot stand. Who shall
keep it one save He in whom alone all souls can have the unity of the
spirit and the bond of peace, and whose blessing is needed quite as much
in a ducal palace as in the plainest farm-house?

How shall we urge at length this point of union, or illustrate its bearing
upon all interests, plans, and hopes? It is a great thing for two frail
natures to live as one for life long. Two harps are not easily kept always
in tune, and what shall we expect of two harps each of a thousand strings?
What human will or wisdom cannot do, God can do, and His Providence is
uniting ever more intimately, those who devoutly try to do the work of
life and enjoy its goods together. For them there is in store a respect
and affection--a peace and power, all unknown in the heyday of young
romance. Experience intertwines their remembrances and hopes in stronger
cords, and as they stand at the loom of time, one with the strong warp,
the other with the finer woof, the hand of Providence weaves for them a
tissue of unfading beauty and imperishable worth. A blessing on the brave
and gentle spirit of the elect poet of our time, Alfred Tennyson, for
speaking in his exquisite verse a truth that might too much task our
prosaic analysis:--

    "For woman is not undeveloped man,
  But diverse; could we make her as the man,
  Sweet love were slain, whose dearest bond is this
  Not like to thee, but like in difference;
  Yet in the long years liker must they grow;
  The man be more of woman, she of man;
  He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
  Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;
  She mental breath, nor fail in childward care:
  More as the double-natured Poet each:
  Till at the last she set herself to man,
  Like perfect music unto noble words;
  And so these twain, upon the skirts of Time,
  Sit side by side, full-summed in all their powers,
  Dispensing harvest, sowing the To-be,
  Self-reverent each and reverencing each,
  Distinct in individualities,
  But like each other even as those who love.
  Then comes the statelier Eden back to men:
  Then reign the world's great bridals, chaste and calm:
  Then springs the crowning race of humankind."

"It is the worst clandestine marriage," said old Thomas Fuller, "when God
is not invited to it, wherefore, beforehand beg his gracious assistance."
Equally bad, we add, is the marriage, where His presence is not retained,
and they who at first sought His blessing do not hold to it ever to keep
them true and thoughtful, to lift them into a union to which the Beloved
Son was not ashamed to compare His own communion with souls. Perfection on
earth we may not ask, nor call a hasty word or impatient thought
unpardonable. They who love much must expect to forgive something and
forbear sometimes. But this may be expected and is demanded, that they who
take each other's welfare in charge should never do any intentional
unkindness, or fail of aught that may be done for the other's welfare.
This may be expected and is demanded, that when the tie that binds them is
severed by the only power that can fitly part them, and they are to part
at death--they should look back with mutual blessing to the hour of their
first union, be assured that through all vicissitudes and infirmities,
they have tried to make each other better and happier, and that they have
learned of Him whose name at their Cana made their wedding sacred, to
trust in the realm where they neither marry nor are given in marriage, but
are as the angels of God.

Shrink not from applying the truth now before us to ourselves. Parents,
apply it, and in training your sons and daughters use good sense upon a
subject so often left to utter folly. They talk and think about it enough
in a certain way, and with such poor aids as trashy novels and paltry
gossip. Let them think and talk about it wisely, and let them not, if you
can help it, learn wisdom at the cost of wretchedness. Respect Heaven's
own laws, and do not allow the world's fashions and tyrannies to get the
better of reason and conscience in controlling the most important of
destinies. Husbands and wives, apply the troth--allow no routine to chill
affection--no monotony to break down thoughtfulness. If the envious years
should not allow you to celebrate your golden or even your silver wedding,
live while you may in the wisdom which is the word of love, and the worth
of it is beyond silver or gold or rubies.




Our Friends.




OUR FRIENDS.


Every important word in human language is of itself a chapter of history,
and if we could read it rightly would tell us the mind of all the ages
that have shaped its form, and all the individuals who have given its
meaning. Starting from the beginning, every such word passes from century
to century, nation to nation, and makes of itself a medium as universal as
the air which forms its tones. We cannot open our mouths, in any kind or
honest way, without declaring the creed of humanity, that began with man's
creation, and has been enlarged or exalted by every sage and benefactor of
our race. What word that is applied to men expresses this creed more than
that of "friend?" From the very first, men have called each other friends,
and our Saviour did not create, but developed the sense of the term, when
he called his disciples friends. In the language in which Jesus was
educated, the word flowed in the melody of David so true to friendship and
to faith, and in the sentences of Solomon, never forgetful in his keenest
prudence of the worth of friends. In the language which the evangelists
borrowed from Greece, the word had won to itself many a classic charm, and
in passing from the conversations of Socrates to the gospel of Christ, it
deepened its meaning without damping its joy. St. John took from his
Master's lips more than Plato took from the mouth of Socrates, when that
evangelist penned the words, "I have called you friends." This holy
sanction has not been forgotten, nor has Christ's spirit left the word.
Every age fills it anew with meaning, as the golden chalice from age to
age is filled anew at the altar. Daily life and high art and letters show
its power. It is breathed in many a song and hymn of home affections and
fireside companionship. To what pathos it subdues the majestic muse of
Milton in his lament for Lycidas--to what solemnity it lifts the wayward
heart of Shelley in his elegy on Adonais--and when since the Hebrew harp
that thrilled such sorrow at the death of David's friend, has there been a
holier and lovelier tribute to friendship than in the offering which in
our utilitarian age the genius of Tennyson has laid on the tomb of Arthur
Hallam? These are great instances indeed, but they speak what all may
feel. Nay, what is the secret of the power of the poet or sage, except
that he can best say what comes home to us all?

Friends,--We have and must have some whom we call such. Happy are we if
they can be truly so called. It is not for us to choose, whether we shall
have friends at all or in any sense, but it is ours to choose, whether we
shall have them in the right sense. All people, however depraved, will
have some associates whose company they to some extent enjoy, and he who
cares for nobody and for whom nobody cares, may be set aside from the
human family as essentially monstrous. Of monsters we are not treating,
but of men, and with our common nature in view, I speak now of the duties
of friends.

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This relation is founded in the will of God and the being of man. God has
made us dependent upon each other for protection and comfort. The
dependence is not limited by family ties alone, but extends to a large
circle, in some measure indeed to all with whom we deal or speak. Nor is
it confined to material interests. Friendship is as much a moral fact
under Providence as light or gravitation is a physical fact. We like to
see and talk with people for the pleasure of their society, and are
unhappy when long away from those we know best. God has made this to be so
in the structure of our nature, and His work as Creator has been
constantly carried out by His providential care for society and all its
affinities.

Our need of friends shows His designing will, and His designing will is
all the clearer as this need is well supplied. In fact, we cannot be truly
ourselves without society. Our thoughts and feelings cannot fully come out
apart from congenial companionship. It cheers us, it quickens our powers,
stirs our purposes, and the very best things that have been done in the
world prove its worth. Christ himself needed it, rejoiced in it,
consecrated it. As His disciples went forth two and two to found the
heavenly kingdom, the social element kept company with the religious in
their own hearts, and in their creed. The divine charity which the gospel
inspired, cherished personal friendships as well as general humanity. The
grim hermit, in an age whose faith gloried in sacrificing companionship to
piety, was glad to know that other persons like himself were in the same
wilderness, and would have been frantic at the very idea of being the only
person living in the world. His lonely cell was many a time lighted up by
images of friends still loved.

A freer age has brought out anew the friendship of the gospel, and little
as enlightened people nowadays may be inclined to put on the dress and
phrases of the Quaker, there has probably never been a time when so many
accepted the essential ideas which led George Fox, William Penn and their
associates to reject the old names and forms, and call the Christian
Church simply a society of friends. There is a kindly feeling over the
world now, and much of the best hope of humanity rests upon the fact, that
so many judicious and influential people of every land know each other
pleasantly and wish each other well. So friendship even in this sinful
world is showing God's will for us, bringing out our own faculties and
fulfilling the divine plans for mankind.

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The sentiment, that animates the relation, needs little definition or
analysis. In some sense, all understand it, although its best sense a
true life only can teach. They are friends, who are attached to each
other, with any kind of liking or loving. The attachment may begin in
interest, as with parties in business or in pleasure, as with the votaries
of some art or science, and as the interest or the pleasure is low or
elevated, the attachment will shape its character. But however it begins,
it never continues well and becomes genuine, unless the parties stand upon
the same platform of principle, agree in what is highest and best, and in
some way come within the scope of the Master's sense of a true friend,
when he said, "I have not called you servants--I have called you friends."

Undoubtedly they are the best friends who differ much in incidental traits
and agree in the essentials of character. Their likeness and their
unlikeness brings them together. Their likeness makes them congenial, and
their unlikeness makes them instructive and interesting to each other.
Herein they follow the law of elective affinities, that runs through
nature, and which makes a certain contrast essential to true harmony.
Elective, yet not exclusive or entire, as the relation is, friends choose
each other freely without ties of kindred blood, and however cordial the
choice may be, it does not imply exclusive regard or entire union of
interests. Affection, as well as esteem, enters into the sentiment, but in
comparison with relations of blood and marriage, the element of esteem is
generally larger in its composition than that of affection. It is esteem
growing into affection rather than affection growing into esteem.

Come now to the practical point of view, and consider the duties of
friends for ourselves. We have and desire to have friends, those who are
such in general and those who are such particularly. What are we to do to
keep or make them?

First of all we are to be sincere. Herein we must stand directly at issue
with the fashionable world, that looks upon all sociability as an affair
of manner, and manner as but one branch of costume--the mere dress of the
tongue and eyes and looks. Let manner be respected, as it should be, yet
what is it in its best estate but the simple and thoughtful expression of
a gentle heart and a noble mind? It cannot be put on like a cloak, but
must grow out as foliage and bloom from the life. It is so generally with
manners in promiscuous society, but especially so between friends. They
must be sincere alike for the sake of giving and of gaining the true goods
of friendship. The heart itself thus acts happily, delighting in the free
utterance of its convictions away from the world's folly and harshness. It
craves a congenial sphere to breathe freely and fully. Sincere alike in
his playful talk and serious conservation, a man finds his nature
expanding as his life opens under genial influences refreshing as sunshine
and dew. Sincerity indeed needs a grain of caution, and a thoughtful
person will not tell his whole mind always. But judicious reserve need not
be won at the cost of truth or by the sin of hypocrisy. Taught discretion
by some experience of the ridicule or the deceit in store for garrulous
frankness, a true friend will be sincere always, yet need not feel
himself called upon to open his whole heart to those unable or unwilling
to give his confidence hospitality. His spirit will not be without answer.
Truth will sit upon his lips and win truth for him. The true will find the
true.

But not only are we to be sincere for the vast comfort and gain of free,
genial companionship, but for its direct service to others. If we wish to
know ourselves, we should be willing to help others know themselves by
telling them the truth. Says Lord Bacon, "there is no such flatterer as a
man's self, and there is no such remedy against flattery of a man's self
as the liberty of a friend." It is easy enough to get more or less than
the truth regarding our failings, and friends often fret and spoil each
other by a mutual retail of compliments and scandals which they make a
business of collecting to be used in congratulation or condolement. What
is better in view of such tale-bearing than a sincere counsellor, who at
due times will tell the simple and entire truth, and above flattery and
calumny will give honest advice upon faults of character and errors of
conduct,--mingling kindness with caution, and never so encouraging as when
thoroughly frank? This is a nice point, and one full of difficulties, yet
the point is a main one, and a brave, generous heart need not fear the
difficulties. No man is a true friend, who is not ready to be a faithful
adviser, willing to wound self-love in its tenderest part, and give
passing pain for the sake of lasting blessing. Not often and never with
any assumption must he do this, but humbly as before the searcher of
hearts, and in view of the benign and majestic being who washed his
disciples' feet before telling them of their defects, and opening to them
the fulness of his wisdom and love.

Again, friends should be earnest as well as sincere--earnest not merely in
feeling or temperament, but in the aims of life. What are we good for to
others, unless we have heart ourselves for what is worthy, and are trying
to be and do something for whatsoever is true, honest, pure and lovely,
and of good report? A man is worth little or nothing to others unless he
is earnest for worth in itself. What more frequent cause is there of the
too frequent flatness of what passes for society, than the want of
earnestness in its members, the prevalence of a monotonous mediocrity of
thought and manner, which makes people uninteresting because they are not
interested in much of any thing sensible or elevating? How much power
there is in the true companionship to which each brings the zest of his
own pursuit, the enthusiasm of his own favorite aim, and all are made
wiser and happier by the thought and spirit of each. Part of the influence
of such friendship is seen at once in cheerful looks and renewed courage.
The better part is not seen, for wherever persons really in earnest meet
together, no matter what their calling or topic may be, there is a power
among them, that brings their heart into closer relation with the eternal
heart, and whether conscious of it or not, men go away confirmed in
faith--deepened, whatever their creed, in the sense that God is, and his
spirit is abroad among his people.

The nobler their pursuit or their habitual aims, the greater power do
friends give and take by their earnestness--the better the spirit which
they bring to their personal intercourse. They are more interesting as
individuals, as they are mutually interested in matters above themselves,
and instructive and attractive to each other. Every honorable interest
unites those who cherish it, and beautifully has Jeremy Taylor said, "He
that does a base thing in zeal for his friend, burns the golden thread
that ties their hearts together." Of every honorable interest the quaint
old poet's saying upon honor itself holds good:--

  I could not love thee, dear, so much,
  Loved I not honor more.

What earnestness for every generous aim filled the heart of him who sat at
the table of communion, inflamed the earthly minds around with heavenly
faith and fervor, as he bade them be one with him in God, after he had
said, "I have called you friends." Blessing repeated in some measure where
any sincere and earnest people interchange thoughts and feelings! Blessing
written on all true companionship since Jesus lived and died!

Need we add kindness to sincerity and earnestness as essentials of
friendship, for is it not implied? Implied, certainly, although there is a
certain kind of earnest sincerity, that lacks the tenderness which this
word expresses. It expresses none other than the crowning grace of charity
in its familiar application. Kindness, genuine and between persons of
congenial minds, watchful to yield its balms and dews, when fortune is
sharp or the world is a weariness, instant ever with a sympathy unaffected
and unobtrusive in trouble and in joy--living commentary upon the sacred
sentence:--

  "A faithful friend is the medicine of life,
  And they that fear the Lord shall find him."

Then griefs by being communicated are less and joys greater. "Indeed,"
says South, "sorrow like a stream loses itself in many channels, and joy,
like a ray of the sun, reflects with a greater ardor and quickness when it
rebounds upon a man from the breast of a friend."

In such kindness there will be an element of magnanimity which will check
the selfish calculation that measures regard by gold, and exchanges
relations of affinity for bonds of profit and loss. We will not say there
is no friendship in trade, but that it is incongruous to make trade of
friendship. The more the relation is one of reciprocal sentiment, and the
less it is unbalanced by patronage or dependence, the more it moves in its
own element and yields its own reward.

The more likely too it is to be lasting, and crown sincerity, earnestness,
and kindness, with constancy. Too many things there are to break the unity
of our lives, and scatter into fragments our book of experience. Yet some
ties we need, and may have, that run their silken thread through its
various chapters, and make a volume of the leaves else fragmentary as the
Sibyl's. True friends are such ties, and whether of our kindred or not,
they can be won by friendliness and kept only by constancy. Some deemed
such may fall off and become indifferent, perhaps false, but who that has
any heart cannot feel happy in some form of constant kindness, and say
with the Scripture and from experience:

  "A friend loveth at all times,
  And a brother is born for adversity."

Happiness indeed, when as we go through life and take its ups and downs,
and look upon its ever-enlarging horizon, we can meet betimes and often
some one or more whom we have known from youth, and whose very faces and
voices express our best remembrances and hopes. As rising above dull
etiquette, we call them by their familiar names, and say William, or
Henry, or Mary, or Ellen, grim time seems to drop his inexorable scythe,
and the roses that appeared withered in our path bloom out as amaranths of
immortality. Power, as well as pleasure, comes from the interview,
especially if, under the incentive, noble friendship gives its
fascinations to wisdom, and thus stirred we review our lives closely,
scrutinize our ways seriously, and our whole experience rises up under a
new charm to warn us of evil and urge us to good, ready to say
religiously:

  "Change not a friend for any good, by no means,
  Neither a faithful brother for the gold of Ophir."

Do we think enough of this whole subject of companionship--enough of it
for ourselves and our children? In some way, perhaps, we may think enough
of being in society, and we may have a sharp eye on our list of
acquaintance, be eager enough for the silly race of ostentatious eating,
drinking, and dressing, that is the life of our semi-barbarous fashion, or
for the frivolous social circles, where friendship is part of the play,
and they who flatter each other to the face, laugh at each other as soon
as the back is turned; and in perhaps honeyed words character is depicted
as sharply as if cannibals had but changed their policy, and brought their
teeth to bear in a different way, not upon the flesh but upon the life.
Perhaps we have a better ambition, and desire for ourselves and our
children the society of the refined, and wise, and good. This is well, but
one point must not be overlooked. There is no getting into really good
society but by growing into it. We may win entrance to the houses and
tables of distinguished people perhaps, but our real friendship with
persons of sterling character must depend on our character and culture.
Ask honestly--what are we, what have we made and are making of ourselves
and our children? And our worth will be the precise measure of the
friendship we deserve and are likely to have. Here is motive for the best
culture of the mind and heart. A man's own essential character--what he
thinks, knows, is, and can do,--it is this that opens to him true
companionship, and by a law as universal as that of specific gravity, he
rises or falls to his own level. Is it not worth a life's effort to be
worthy to win and enjoy the intimate companionship of choice minds?

Do we think of this in the training of our children? Do we try to educate
their social affections morally and intellectually--strive to make our
houses attractive to sensible people, to give our sons distaste for
profligates, and our daughters disgust for <DW2>s and fools? Are we laying
the foundations of sincere and elevating relations that shall put the due
check upon the evil communications that so corrupt good manners? If not,
think seriously of the neglect, and do better, as you fear God and love
the best in the life he has given us.

Cheerfully, gratefully, leave the subject as we consider what He has done
for us, and ask His blessing on all whom we hold dear. God bless our
friends! Bless them all in their widest and their inmost circle; bless all
the kindly people with whom we have interchanged pleasant words, and who
more than the landscape have reflected in any way his light and love;
bless all who from age or wisdom have taught us truth and reverence,
instructors, guardians, counsellors, pastors, on earth or gone from the
earth; bless those nearer sharers of our lot, sincere, earnest, tender,
constant companions, whose names are familiar at our table and sacred in
our prayers; bless Him, whose gospel crowns all good will with its divine
love, and calling all friends who lived in God's love, leaves to all the
benediction of His parting prayer: "Holy Father! keep through thine own
name those whom thou hast given me, that they may be one, as we are."




Master and Servant.




MASTER AND SERVANT.


We are careful how we treat our equals--very careful how we treat our
superiors. Do we think seriously enough of our treatment of inferiors? We
ought to think of this, for their sake and our own--for their sake,
because they are so much under our own influence; for our own sake,
because we deserve just such treatment from those above us as we give to
those beneath us? Do any try to escape the latter inference by denying the
premises and saying that they are their own masters and ask no favors from
any one? This will not do, nor will any petulant rhetoric change the
solemn facts of the Divine government. We all have superiors as well as
inferiors; in some points we are all masters, in some points all servants.

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It is the law of God certainly, that there should be inequalities of
gifts, and from these diverse gifts, whether of talent or opportunity or
both, come varieties of place and influence. There is no such thing as
perfect equality in the universe, except in the mathematician's calculus,
or the metaphysician's theory. Neither God nor man has ever made two
things exactly alike, and the diversity that appears between two blades of
grass from the same stalk, or two needles from the same mechanism, is of
course greater as we rise in the scale to creatures, so various and
complex in faculties and discipline as mankind. Think not, however, that
this inequality favors pride on the one hand, and sycophancy on the other.
The Creator has more wisely adjusted the checks and balances of his
government. In some respects, he has made every man dependent upon his
fellows. The greatest sage needs to learn something from the peasant, and
to receive much from his toil. The king must serve the country which he
professes to rule, and the best wisdom of his counsellors must serve the
throne. The merest glance at society round us shows an endless gradation
of varied service. The ablest lawyer is quite as much bound to devote his
talents to his client's cause, as his client is bound to requite his
labor. The merchant prince, creditor to many, has creditors also of his
own. He that is called in the Lord, being a servant, is the Lord's
freeman; likewise also, he that is called, being free, is Christ's
servant. In some sense, then, every man is a servant, and in some sense,
too, every servant is a master, or in something commands.

Is not this arrangement well? The fact that it is so essential to the
Divine government would prove this; but can we not see its good fruits?
The difference of relation calls out the various faculties of our being,
and life, like nature itself, teaches us to use our eyes and minds by
looking and striving above, below, and around. If we would bring out the
skill and strength of the hand, we must lift up, as well as hold on, and
so, by dealing with things high and low its muscles are pliant and strong.
It is the same with all our powers, and there is no man, who is thoroughly
educated or brought out, who does not obey as well as command. The motto
of the Black Prince, "Ich Dien," "I serve," is written on every true man's
standard, and no man is fit to rule who has not learned to obey.

Society in all ages, and especially in our own, has been testing this
truth, and nothing is more obvious now than the general striving after a
truer adjustment of mutual service. It haunts us at every turn. In the
topic of work and wages, it is the problem of the political economist,--in
the relation of people and ruler, it agitates every government on
earth,--in the question of master and servant, it comes home to every
family. Our position towards it now is a very simple and practical one.
Carrying out our plan of treating home duties, we come now to the
treatment of inferiors, especially those of our own household, or the
relation of masters and servants.

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We start with a clear principle, that defines at once the sentiment that
belongs to this relation. Both parties have the same essential nature, and
we use the term inferiors simply as denoting the fact of service, and the
attendants of that fact. The servant may be, and often is, a better man
than his master--sometimes a wiser one. Yet his position, in a very
obvious sense, is inferior, and whilst having privileges of his own, he
is subject in his sphere of service to his master's orders. This
subjection implies no surrender of moral dignity. The service should be
given as from man to man, and so received; and the difference of position
affects the office, and not the moral worth of the parties. Even the bond
servant, according to St. Paul, is not to be deprived of his moral
dignity, but is to be treated as under God a serving brother. As much as
this is asserted now by the moralists of slavery, such as Dr. Thornwell
and his school, who maintain that purchase does not make the buyer owner
of the slave, but merely of his labor. Surely less than this position,
which is so speciously assumed to justify bond-service, should not be
allowed to the servant who is freely such. Let the service be what it may,
and implying whatever lowliness of gifts, so long as it can be honestly
rendered, it implies no degradation; and a good servant is morally to be
respected as much as his master. Premising this, and remembering that
whatever is said of one kind of service has a bearing upon all kinds, we
are ready to look practically upon the duties of the relation.

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It is most profitable for us, in addressing a community who employ so many
people in their homes and business, to treat the subject chiefly as it
bears upon masters or employers, although in doing this the duty of
servants must needs be implied. This is implied, certainly, in the
position which we lay down at starting, when we say, that it is the
master's duty first of all, to have in himself the fidelity which he
requires from his servant. Here both parties meet, and are called to be
trusty. The best examples and the plainest reasonings establish this
ground. Does a great commander, like Washington, send an officer or
soldier upon some difficult expedition, he asks of his inferior to be true
to the principle which he accepts, and his whole tone and manner says, "I
serve the country in my way, and so do you under my orders and in your
way." Our Saviour himself cherished the very allegiance which he required
of his followers; nay, he grounded its obligation upon the very nature of
the Divine mind, when he bade them work, while it is day, and said, "My
Father worketh hitherto, and I work." Whenever a master or employer takes
lower ground than that of mutual trust, he puts himself below his servant.
If he professes only to follow his own caprices, and yet asks his servant
to be faithful, he exacts fidelity, whilst he cherishes caprice, and so in
the moral scale takes a place below his inferior.

He thus fails of setting the true example of trustiness to his servant,
and of having, by due fellow feeling, proper consideration for him. He is
like the harsh creditor in the parable, who, having first been a reckless
defaulter to the king, after having begged forgiveness for the enormous
debt of fifteen millions, turned at once upon his poor fellow-servant,
took him by the throat, and had him cast into prison for the paltry sum of
about fourteen dollars. He was a treacherous man, and so could neither
reasonably demand fidelity, nor have fellow feeling for honest misfortune.
His lot is due to every man who repudiates his solemn responsibility to
God and his neighbor, yet insists upon utter deference from those beneath
him in a capricious tyranny, which is far beneath faithful service. Every
household should learn the lesson, and wherever its most favored members
do not feel the solemn obligations of life, and live for objects beyond
their own caprices, they are rebuked by their very exactions, and should
be shamed by the very fidelity they ask. A true family will set this
matter right by teaching practically, that no wealth, nor station, nor
elegance, nullifies responsibility, and its daily method will prove that
the doctrine of stewardship is accepted in parlor and chamber before it is
preached to the basement and attic. In fact, no true man will be content
with being less useful than his servants, and certainly many an affluent
and high-minded master meets an amount of responsibility, and does an
amount of labor, chiefly mental, perhaps, compared with which the round of
domestic service is light. He is in his way trusty, and may well ask his
inferiors to be so. It is this spirit only that will effectually procure
the service we need, and provide domestics who will be friends instead of
mere hirelings; helpers in the care of our children, instead of debasers
of their speech and manners; specimens of the good servant, who, says an
old author, "is one that out of a good conscience serves God in his
master, and so hath the principle of obedience in himself."

Stating thus a duty common to both parties, we pass on to a second point,
pressing more directly upon one of them, however, and carrying out the
idea already presented. The apostle's words urge it best when he says:
"Masters, give unto your servants that which is just and equal; knowing
that ye also have a Master in heaven." It is probably needless to urge
this point here in its external sense, and insist upon giving fair wages
and punctual payment. It may be important for some persons, however, who
are so absorbed in their own comfort as to be almost unaware that poor
people can suffer from a cause to themselves so trifling, to be reminded
that, in dealing with the poor, small sums affect great interests, and
that great wrong is done by overlooking the value of a few days of time or
wages to people in their employ. A dollar withheld for a week from a needy
seamstress, may be a greater harm than the non-payment of thousands to
creditors rolling in wealth.

But there is a higher sense of just and equal due. Character is a great
thing, and quite as much to servant as to master. Character in service
should be sacredly respected, and it is shamefully wronged when men pass
sweeping judgment upon a whole class because they have been duped by a
portion, or, when in a feeble good nature, they are as tolerant of
falsehood as truth, of fraud as honesty. There is, indeed, sad want of
veracity and fidelity in the class most frequent in our domestic
service--the class by religion and associations almost a distinct caste in
our nation. There is also among them much kindness and industry--sometimes
wonderful self-sacrifice, and, with all their failings, their place could
not well be supplied. The greater their ignorance and obtuseness, the
more need of training them to a sense of right by setting a bounty upon
good character. It is a foul wrong to commend the thievish or lazy, in
order to be rid of them, or withhold due name to the faithful, in the hope
of retaining their services. Certainly the ages in which loyalty was the
crowning virtue have abounded in examples of devoted service, and our own
anomalous and unsettled times are not without countless instances of like
temper. Now, as of old, the apostle's word is remembered by many:
"Whatsoever ye do, do it heartily as unto the Lord, and not unto men;
knowing that of the Lord ye shall receive the reward of the inheritance.
But he that doeth wrong shall receive for the wrong which he hath done,
and there is no respect of persons."

Just to servants in appreciating their character, we are to yield them due
privileges favorable to character. We shall not, then, voluntarily hurt
them by their ready disposition to copy their masters' failings. We shall
not then, by our white lies, give them the material which so readily turns
black by a little wear. We shall not deal in inuendos and irreverence,
that so easily become ribaldry and blasphemy in passing to less dainty
lips, nor yield to an excess at our tables, which teaches drunkenness to
coarser palates. We shall be unwilling to disturb for our dependents the
quiet which we ask for ourselves on the Lord's Day; and therefore shall
dispense with needless feasting or riding on that day, shunning the too
frequent error of increasing our hospitality in entertaining guests by the
sacrifice of the religious privileges of our servants, and of estimating
the social respectability of a church by the number of rational souls who
wait at its door in companionship with horses, while lords and ladies sit
or kneel on downy cushions at the altar to speak of communion with Him who
is no respecter of persons, and of the utter damnation of all the
unbelieving and ungodly. The good master, says Thomas Fuller, remembers
the old law of the Saxon king Ina: "If a villain work on Sunday by his
lord's command, he shall be free."

Nor should this regard for the character of servants end in mere
negations. They should have the positive influence of a Christian temper
in the family, and, when arbitrary creeds do not prevent it, they should
have liberty to be present at such family devotions as may be held for the
edifying of the household. So do we interpret justice in this relation in
its bearing on fortune and character. Some might think our view very
defective, from leaving out the element of entire social equality. If by
this be meant a recognition of the moral worth of faithful servants, we
make the recognition, and deem them the equals of all whom they equal in
character. But, if social familiarity be the test of equality, it is
answer enough that this is a matter of congeniality or elective affinity,
and nothing could be more arbitrary and unjust than to force persons into
a familiarity for which their education, tastes, and labors disqualify
them. Such a course would comport as little with justice as with mercy.

Mercy,--rest upon that word. We have said that both parties should be
trusty, and have urged justice upon the master especially. We now add,
that he should merciful.

We are all frail and erring, and need great forbearance for ourselves. Why
be unwilling to bestow it on the less favored? We all make some mistakes,
and how can we expect the less intelligent to be freer from error? Why be
irritated if every thing is not done precisely to our liking? They that
forbear threatening may win better service by that fact, for nothing so
provokes carelessness and disheartens effort, as the impatience that
regards a mistake as a crime, and brands an oversight as an insult.

We ourselves are variable in health, spirits and energy, and must make
allowance for the like variation in persons probably less disciplined than
ourselves. We may show due consideration without fickleness, and kindness
without familiarity. Cruel, indeed, is the wrong that confounds the
fidelity that is struggling to do well in spite of temporary illness, with
the idleness that wantonly neglects any well-known duty. Some misgivings
very kind people may reasonably have in regard to servants in feeble
health; and the Christian charity of a community will continue very
deficient until they, who render faithful service, are cared for better in
private houses or proper institutions in seasons of sickness.

Upon this subject we are apt to speak too arrogantly when we contrast our
domestic manners with those of persons burdened with bond servants, and to
call him as of necessity a tyrant who may be more than ourselves a
protector. In our just condemnation of slavery, remember that much
kindness lightens its bonds; and, remembering too, the millions of dollars
in legal property which masters have relinquished, when we preach, as we
may justly do, stern self-sacrifice to others, learn well that the duty of
caring for inferiors has applications quite as solemn under a Northern as
under a Southern sky.

It is common, I know, to talk of the ingratitude of inferiors and the
thanklessness of mercy. Alas! there is enough in our own hearts to justify
misgivings, and when we think how ingrate we are, we may look more with
pity than bitterness upon the indifference with which so many receive
favors, sometimes making their very constancy the plea of insolent demand.
Nevertheless, mercy will not be without reward, and, in due season, will
penetrate with its own spirit minds sadly blunted by harsh usage. Hand in
hand with judgment and rectitude, it will win here below the promised
blessing, and obtain its own beatitude for its giver.

Mercy,--what is it but humanity--love in its downward look, the look with
which Jesus went about among men? Looking thus downward, the soul sees a
verdure, and rejoices in a genial light and warmth not found in any proud
star-gazing: for the best blessing of heaven is reflected upon its lowly
gaze. Mercy,--he who comes short of it, comes short of his neighbor and
his God. It is the ground of all devotion. The home where it dwells not,
dwells without God in the world. More than can be expressed in any act, we
need it; even an abiding sentiment, broad as our race, deep as our need.
Looking upon a criminal, a blunt preacher said; "There goes John Newton,
but by the grace of God." Says an old divine: "Well may masters consider
how easy a transposition it had been for God to have made him to mount
into the saddle that holds the stirrup, and him to sit down at the table
who stands by with the trencher." Looking upon our inferior any where, let
us have something at heart which says: "Friend, brother, true I am better
off in this world's goods than you, but whether fortune or desert has made
the difference, that fact does not decide, and, whether deserved or
undeserved, my superiority teaches humility, not pride--responsibility,
not arrogance."

Review now the course of meditation upon the more direct home duties. We
treated of ties of nature in speaking of parents, children, brothers and
sisters; of ties elective in speaking of husbands and wives, friends; and
now we add the last class of elective ties, by passing from relations of
equality to that of master and servant. We have cherished through these
pages a degree of home feeling together, and in some points our various
experiences must have accorded. Such subjects cannot be treated with any
sort of fidelity, without touching some deep convictions and sacred
remembrances. They have solemnity and also cheerfulness, telling of vast
privileges to impress momentous duties.

Thus onward do we go,--not alone, but with companions, superiors, equals,
inferiors--all giving and taking influence; if we will have it so, God
with us through all and in all. If superiors inflame ambition, let them
teach respect; if equals make our enjoyment, let them move our good will;
if inferiors tempt our pride, let them kindle our benevolence. We cannot
cherish this spirit in vain. A kindly heart will win from the lowly many a
blessing, and develope many a power. Among the thoughts that give peace to
a man's dying pillow, none will be sweeter than the remembrance or image
of those whose lowly condition he has bettered, and asked no reward of the
world. Since Christ has lived, rich indeed has been the heavenly treasure
laid up by such compassion towards those who bear the world's heavy
burdens and have few of its smiles. Forgetting them, we forget our
Saviour, who made their cause so his own, and we repudiate our share of
His blessing upon the faithful servant!




The Divine Guest.




THE DIVINE GUEST.


The long rainy season was over, the roads once more were settled, and the
happiest festival of all the year joined with the charms of Spring to draw
the Hebrew people toward their sacred city. Nowhere in the whole land was
there more to cheer the eye than in the beautiful town through which the
festal caravans from the north were now passing on their way to the
Passover. Jericho was called "the City of Palms," from the profusion of
those stately trees in its fertile valley. These now added spring blossoms
to their evergreen foliage; the sycamore was beginning to give cheering
promise of its figs, and the balsam-tree, whose gum was worth twice its
weight in silver, was showing its scanty and precious bloom in the walled
gardens, whose wealth Mark Anthony gave to Cleopatra as a fit gift from a
conqueror to a queen. The people were astir with the excitement of the
season, as the travellers began to pour into the city. Soon word went
round that the noted prophet, Jesus of Nazareth, was approaching, with a
large company about him. The wonder grew, as the report of a great miracle
upon the blind Bartimeus went from mouth to mouth. The fever reached into
quarters not abounding in Jewish enthusiasm, and quickened the calmer
blood of the revenue officers of the Roman government. The chief of them
went out to get a glimpse of the famous preacher, whom so many hailed as
the long-expected Messiah. The rich publican, being a man of small
stature, and, from his political relations, not likely to receive much
civility from the crowd at such a time, climbed up into a sycamore
fig-tree, whose spreading branches probably overhung the street. If seen
at all by the populace it was with little favor, for they hated alike his
connection with Rome and his lax, or, perhaps, his enlarged views of the
Jewish creed. To the surprise of all as much as himself, the publican is
singled out by the Messiah from among them all in the words: "Zaccheus,
make haste and come down; for to-day I must abide in thy house." The
result of this interview is all that is said of Christ's stay in that
place. The city, once an abode of kings, has passed away, and enough of
its ruin only remains to allow tradition to point out in a crumbling tower
and a solitary tree the publican's house and watch post. The story
remains, the burden of the rude rhyme of the primer, a text for many a
homily of old,--a topic for us now.

And what does it teach so much as this: that Christianity, like Christ
himself, ever strives to make the spectator feel that he is seen and is
followed home? Religion at home is the lesson, religion as a check upon
personal domestic feelings, and the life of domestic graces.

       *       *       *       *       *

There is force in the point of view thus presented in the change of the
critic into the subject of criticism. Christianity is apt to be regarded
as a public ceremonial, a holiday spectacle, associated with fair weather
and large assemblies. People respect its institutions, and desire the
influence of them upon themselves and their families, are glad to be
impressed by any peculiar eloquence, and instructed by any peculiar
wisdom. But are they ready enough to take the attitude that becomes them
in view of the appeals of religion? Do they listen to the Gospel as to the
voice of God speaking to them personally; and beyond the church and
ministry, do they recognize the Providential power that has founded these
institutions, and which condescends to act through them? Is there not
sometimes a reversal of the true point of view? Instead of reverence in
the sanctuary, is there not superciliousness? Are there not many, who seem
never to have thought of bowing their heads in devotion, who have learned
to wag them with the airs of supercilious criticism? Are there not many
who are pushed up far higher in conscious elevation, than the publican's
sycamore tree; who need to hear the voice of the Master speaking from his
Gospel and Church, "Come down, make haste, for to-day I must abide in thy
house?"

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"Thy house!"--still nearer the appeal is brought by this expression. "Thy
house!" "I will go home with thee," says the Master always in his Word,
and his search-warrant has never lost its power. There is something in
every heart that shrinks from public gaze, and every family justly
cherishes the privacy of the household. But God, if he sees us any where,
sees us there, and we reverence Him, as we receive His Word as our
household guest. There can be no serious faith or purpose until we come to
this, and are ready to take religion home with us. It will very likely
show things in a new, and sometimes startling light. We may, perhaps, pass
a tolerably creditable examination, when tested by our manner in street,
or church, or general society. Sometimes the deference of good breeding
may wear the look of inherent kindness, and refinement of address may seem
like spirituality of character. It was a severer trial for the publican,
"To-day I must abide with thee," than the mere summons to "Make haste, and
come down."

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It is a trial that we must all undergo the moment we begin to think
seriously for ourselves; a trial, too, that cannot be shunned without
losing the best blessings of life. Let the household be examined according
to the standard, which we do honestly regard as reasonable and religious.
What are the household gods? We have not, like the Romans, the custom of
setting up images in our homes, and keeping a votive flame always burning
before them. Yet the sentiment which the Roman custom expressed, we must
in some way entertain. Every household has its idols, the emblems of its
faith or infidelity. It has many associations peculiar to itself, and
makes its own choice moreover among the associations that prevail in the
neighborhood, or world, or age. It has its own Manes, or its especial
remembrances of the departed;--it has its Lares, or favorite family
standards;--it has its Penates, or its own selection from the idols or
authorities of the people. These influences exist in the highest home and
in the humblest--are to be traced in the old nobilities, whose caste,
party, and creed, are fixed by the allegiance of a thousand years, and in
the unpretending villager who thinks himself highly favored in ancient
lore, as he reads in his family Bible the name and birth of his
grandfather. Nor are the same influences wholly wanting to those who wish
to repudiate their ancestry, the spendthrift upstarts of fortune, whose
crest, manufactured to order, is but an attempt to hide the only honorable
fact in the family history, that one ancestor was a plain, industrious
man, with energy enough to earn by his trade the wealth that heirs
squander in folly. Generally, it needs little antiquarian study to learn
the ruling genius of the house. It is not only in the house of Atreus or
Oedipus, or in the line of the Stuarts and the Bourbons, that family
griefs have their succession, and a thread of tragedy runs through their
whole history. Every family is troubled with its besetting sorrows and
sins. No man is wise until he understands his own pedigree, and interprets
himself, not simply as an isolated fact in the world, but as a branch of
the life-tree upon which he grew. If reflection does not inform the
family of its peculiar traits, experience will not fail to make the
revelation. The idle chat of the house will often exhibit the ruling
spirit, and the prattle of many a lisping child betrays the idols that he
has been trained to honor. Some names of folly or wisdom most frequent on
the lips alike of parents and children, will be the household words that
show the spirit that predominates. These names, and all attendant
influences, are to be judged by their bearing on the true aims of home.
Ask a few plain questions as the Master asks in the appeals of his
religion.

Does content live with us, or its opposite, discontent? The question
cannot be answered by any general considerations of fortune or position.
Surely discontent is found in the most extreme cases, and wealth feels
often very poor and limited because its desires rise with its means, and
its means may be distanced far by some more successful aspirant to
fortune. Discontent, ready guest of heart and home always, but never more
frequent than among us with whom plenty so swells desire, and competition
so quickens rivalry! With us, alas, too frequent guest, impoverishing
abundance by inordinate desires, and burdening too many with cares and
anxieties beyond reason and beyond strength! Often sad effect of our
luxurious civilization, that in apparently the greater number of
households, property brings new forms of want, and the demands of
ostentation become more rapacious than the natural appetites! How many
need now and always to lower their vain pride, and dignify their
mediocrity or consecrate their affluence by hearing the Master's voice
"Come down: to-day I must abide in thy house."

In some especial form the spirit of discontent is apt to tempt every
household, in view of some especial want, or vanity, or ambition. With it,
too, come some elements of strife, or indifference, or worldliness, that
need peculiar watching. Domestic life, indeed, is sacred from prying
curiosity, and it argues generally little to one's credit, to be very
accurately posted up in the accounts of home troubles. Without playing the
part of the busybody, we may study the facts of human nature, and be aware
of the developments of society. We may believe, that where several wills
are brought together, they can harmonize only as they agree by appealing
to a common standard; that no tempers, however pliant, can accord without
mutual principle; that none in authority can govern others without first
governing themselves; that a Christian spirit, earnest, kindly, devoted,
is the only safeguard of the peace and elevation of the home.

What to many seems the very genius of household comfort, an easy, pleasant
worldliness, is a wretched dependence, and will serve one very little in
bearing up against the trials of affliction, or the dangers of prosperity.
Worldliness may furnish a house, but it needs more, far more, to make a
home. Too often the very spirit that prides itself upon crowding the house
with magnificence, robs it of every true home grace. Whatever may be the
show of hospitality, there is no good cheer for an earnest heart, nothing
that returns the Christian benediction, "Peace be with this house." Too
often what is called by eminence, "society," has not one truly social
element. We read that some years ago, when the button-makers of England
were in distress, the Court relieved them at once by directing four extra
buttons to be added to the coat tails of approved mode. A refined
traveller from France, Germany, or even England, might suppose that most
of our city society had originated in some such benevolent purpose, and
our usual style of party giving had its origin in a movement for the
relief of confectioners, dancing-masters, dressmakers, and liquor dealers,
so monstrous is our outlay of money in their line, and so feeble our sense
of artistic beauty and conversational zest. No less a guest than he who
went with the Publican is needed to give the true grace, and as Christ has
been reverently and affectionately received, homes have abounded. There
was far more of favor than rebuke in the offer then made, and so it has
always proved, whenever and however accepted.

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What is it to take the Master home with us, but to receive the most tender
and intimate revelation of God's love ever granted to men,--a searching
judge, an honest censor indeed, but more than this, a compassionate
friend, a heavenly comforter? Receive him thus, and the whole tone of life
rises. Discontent, strife, worldliness, are rebuked. The dwelling then
rests upon the Rock of Ages, the light of heaven comes mingled with the
sunshine, and divine nurture goes with the daily bread and the vital air.
A Supreme will being recognized, all refractory desires are checked and
finally subdued into the subjection which is perfect freedom. All the
while a reserve power is preparing for the emergencies that may arise.
Then man proves his best dignity by adorning strength with gentleness. The
woman rises to her true power by the magic touch of that confiding faith,
which ever wins divine virtue from the Master's mantle, even as for the
lowly suppliant at Capernaum.

Limitation of means is borne with equanimity, and developes new energies
instead of breaking down the spirits. Enlarged fortune widens the sphere
of beneficence, and repeats the Publican's vow in some way: "Lord, the
half of my goods I give to the poor; and if I have taken any thing from
any man by false accusation, I restore him fourfold." New jubilee of
justice and generosity would it not be, if true guidance of the households
of Christendom could train desires and purposes, such as sprung up in that
man's heart whilst Jesus of Nazareth dwelt in his home. We know not all
that transpired in the interview between this kindly host, and his Divine
guest; but the conclusion leads us to believe that the conversation turned
less upon the forms of ceremony and degrees of belief, than upon practical
righteousness, such as appeared impressed so mightily upon the heart of
Zaccheus in making his declaration of the worth of justice and mercy. How
many households would at once stop their folly and extravagance, and open
their eyes to the solemn realities of life, if the Divine guest were to be
sought in such a spirit.

As to the precise form in which Christianity should be acknowledged in the
family, we do not propose to lay down any minute, much less any arbitrary
rules. The great thing is to cherish a sense of God's presence, and
providence, and rule the spirit in the piety and charity which he
approves. The stated recognition of his authority we urge ever, and the
desirableness of regular use of the scriptures, and prayer daily in the
home. If there be fear of routine and indifference, let a true purpose
overcome that, and prove that the most thorough habit comports with, nay
favors, the highest freedom, and the soul, like the body, is not shackled
by an accustomed method of nurture. Of course, no round of ceremonials can
be any substitute for living religion; and there is proof enough, that the
most rigid routine of lip service may co-exist with the utmost asperity
and worldliness. Tokens, alas, there are sometimes, that what passes for
piety may bring no Christian graces to the dwelling; and some bigot, who
mistakes hatred of the world for godliness, or some flaunting modist, who
has adopted a church as a fashion, may bring churlishness or conceit in
sheep's clothing into the house. These, and all such shams, make true
religion more beautiful, and lend new attraction to the page which records
the visit of Christ to a dwelling which the scowling Pharisee scorned, but
which the love of God so richly blessed.

Then let the Master be welcome to the household. We cannot do without him.
We need him to keep us in God and with one another. Let the atmosphere of
the home have the fragrance of his heavenly spirit. It was one of the
trials of the early Christians, that they could not live in pagan
households without being constantly pained by symbols and usages hostile
to their faith. The Greek or Roman wife, if converted to the Gospel, was
scandalized by the idols on the hearth-stone, and often brought to death
for refusing to join in the idolatry; whilst in the camp and court,
paganism was constantly thrusting its pageants upon the follower of the
cross. Our modern life is not much troubled with many such tests of faith,
and most of our more showy households are utterly innocent of any signs
either of Christian or Pagan import in their furniture. From what is seen
in some parlors, whether in books or periodicals, or in pictures or
statues, we might infer the fondness of the dwellers, now for the battle
or the chase; now for the shows of fashion, or the haunts of dissipation;
now for the wonders of science and art; now for the shipping interest and
the stock market. But too rarely does the household have a true and
expressive representation of the ideas most precious to a Christian mind.
An ostentatious vulgarity is too much the rule in constructing and
adorning the dwelling, and a Christian taste is the exception. How many of
our showy dwellings, instead of impressing a cultivated foreigner with a
sense of the owner's refinement or spirituality, would only make it clear
that the owner had money in plenty to spend, and knew not how to spend it
wisely. Let these things be looked to. Let the economy of the household be
of itself a confession of faith. Let there he something to show that they
who dwell here are God's children, and live within his kingdom. Let not
gold be lavished upon unmeaning articles that show rather the capacity of
expense than the capacity of meditation, or which, like the mirrors that
are the chief ornament of so many houses, favor no reflection beyond that
of the vanity which they multiply. If we care for art, let Christian art
be not slighted, and with the landscape that portrays the beauty or
grandeur of creation, let there be some expressive token that the Father
has watched over men by his Providence, and blessed their homes by his
Word. We are changing people, almost a nomad race. One of the oldest
inhabitants of this metropolis lately remarked, that within his knowledge,
not one man now keeps house in the dwelling occupied by his father. Of
this fact I know nothing, yet sure it is, that we need in the frequent
change of abodes, to build more deeply and securely the spiritual home,
and live more among the memorials of things eternal. In the absence of
ancestral homesteads with their hallowed scenes and memorials, we should
seek to transmit some lasting tokens of our mind, and not make our
households as evanescent in their array as the fickle breath of this
world's fashions. In some way surely our best thoughts and labor should
live for those who come after us, and with goods few or many, as may be,
there should go some witness of truth eternal. Alike from our common
nature and our peculiar vicissitudes, we need to be deeply grounded in the
love of Him who came to open heavenly mansions into our earthly
habitations, and to make Him our abiding guest.

Looking into the ancient books of devotion, I find this date associated
with a household name, and sacred to the memory of a Christian woman,
Monica, the mother of Augustine. Such thoughts of home and its best
influences are well, coming to us, as they do, so fragrant with the
friendly and pious affections of ages. Monica lived long enough to see her
wayward boy a firm disciple at last, and after all his wanderings of
thought, devoted to Christ with all the enthusiasm of his nature. How
touching is that passage of his confessions in which he speaks of laying
her body in the grave, and returning to his lonely home to bless her for
her faithful care, and lament his blindness to her gentle pleadings. How
comforting the hymn of Ambrose that rose to his mind, as if by some
angel's whisper, and lifted his thoughts to the realm whither mother and
son had trusted to meet in a companionship beyond parting and beyond
tears. Bless this and all like remembrances in former times, or in our own
experience. Praise God for all the peace and power, the loveliness and
wisdom, that have entered the homes where Christ has been welcomed. Let
praise continue in prayer, and live in watching and good works.

_First of May._




The Orphan.




THE ORPHAN.


The genial air of May comes to us all laden with the sweet breath of
opening blossoms, and has a balm for the spirits as well as for the
health. It stirs within us a sentiment deeper than we know how to define,
revives our chilled or buried ideals, and makes every heart young again.
It cannot but give something of its own tone to our thought, and we find
that in all nations this month has been a continued festival in the
calendar, and associated with the loveliest imagery of earth and heaven.
The heathen nations, who gave the month its present name, called it so
after the fairest of their goddesses, and Christians following a similar
sentiment, and desirous also of enlisting every natural feeling in the
service of a purer faith, transferred the honors of Maia to Mary, and in
every land white flowers deck the shrines of the Madonna, and the "Hail
Mary" is the burden of the matin and vesper hymn. Some of the hymns and
aspirations connected with the season convey thoughts with which an
earnest Protestant may sympathize, and grateful for the maternal love that
has made our lives so blessed, we cannot ridicule, although we cannot
imitate the Italian devotee, who salutes the Holy Mother as the
representative of God's tender mercy to man through her sex, in words of
such fervor:--

  "Joy of my heart! O let me pay
  To thee thine own sweet month of May.

  Mother! be love of thee a ray
  From Heaven to show the heavenward way.

  Sweet Day-Star! let thy beauty be
  A light to draw my soul to thee."

May we not once more speak the name of Mary, the Blessed Mother, not to
adore her as a divinity, but to win from her an illustration of our common
humanity in one of its great sorrows and consolations? Cheerfully as under
the returning smile of heaven, solemnly as in presence of much grief, our
meditation now turns upon orphanage of the affections, as one of the facts
of our homes, and upon the secondary relations which may be its solace.

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Consider, first of all, the fact as one of the events of every life,
sooner or later. Mary at the Cross is a representation of our common
humanity in its bereavements. Every mother and every parent in some way
enters into her anguish, as she saw the life of her Divine Son ebbing from
those cruel wounds. She was indeed doubly bereaved,--at once childless and
fatherless for the victim upon the Cross had been at once the son of her
travail and the father of her faith, born of her into the world that she
might be born of Him into the spiritual kingdom. His own pains did not
make Him insensible to her anguish, nor indifferent to the fact common to
our nature, which feels itself always so void and desolate, when the being
of all most loved is suddenly taken away. Tenderly He provided for her the
consolation that she needed, by commending her to the disciple, whose ever
present kindness would be so great a solace in itself, and so powerful a
remembrance of the departed by its associations. The disciple took to his
house from that hour the mother of Him upon whose bosom he had leaned.

Life is full of cases that illustrate the same principles, although not
connected with facts so peculiar. It may be said indeed, that some kind of
orphanage is the lot of every person, whose years are not early cut off,
and whose heart is not utterly hardened against home affections. The order
of nature is that children should survive their parents, and very many of
us in tender childhood have learned the worth of kind and judicious
parents, by being called to face the trials and cares of life without
their counsel and comfort. When the case is reversed, and the parent is
mourner for the child, the desolation of the heart is quite as great, and
the affections, deprived of their wonted object, are, perhaps, more deeply
wounded than the child's can be, even when losing the only protector in
losing the parent; so strongly do the affections press downward, and so
mightily does the love that sacrifices so much for offspring grow by its
own exercise. Every day this bereavement strikes somewhere, and since my
last word to you, it has stricken parents whose oldest child was last
Sunday present at church, and to-day is in his grave;--on Sunday I spoke
to that bright boy pleasantly at our school, and on Friday said the
funeral service over his coffin. Never can such a bereavement come without
leaving a feeling of double orphanage, for parents in losing their
offspring lose at once an instructor as well as a pupil; and surely the
eldest born of a family, however young, is spiritually father or mother of
much that is best in the parent's heart. Survey life in its whole compass,
enlarge our own experience by observation, and we need no argument to
interpret Mary's desolation at the Cross, or to learn that some form of
orphanage is the common lot; nay, that before life ceases, some portion of
our life is severed, when those in whose companionship we had lived are
taken away. The world is full of such desolation, and there are many to
whom existence is a burden, because its light has thus gone out.

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But God has always some providential alleviations in store for such
bereavement, and let us turn from the fact to its solace. In some form the
mercy of that voice from the Cross may always be heard, "Woman, behold thy
son! Disciple, behold thy mother!" The Christian church itself never
practically unmerciful to its people, even in its sternest days, has
always rejoiced to comfort orphanage by the solace of secondary relations;
providing new proteges for the childless, new guardians for the
fatherless, and new homes for the homeless. There are few families of
large experience and just feeling, where something of this same office has
not been performed; and where, although other gifts may not be needed, the
solace of sympathy is never withheld.

It becomes an important practical question with many, how those secondary
relations shall be formed, which may in some measure take the place of the
ties severed by death. Here may be children without father, or mother, or
both. Here are homes that are childless either through death or by the
absence of the blessing, whose absence is of itself to our nature as a
bereavement. It is not well to leave the heart void, and God himself,
whose Spirit moved our Saviour to commend his mother to his disciple, has
provided alleviations. They who need them for themselves or seek them for
others must use their best judgment and principle in the choice. There may
be gross wrong or frivolous error in the selection, for there are some so
desperate as to drown grief in dissipation, and others so light-minded as
to lavish upon a parrot, or a dog, or a horse, the affections that belong
to immortal creatures.

There are three most obvious modes of selection. The orphan finds a
protector by some natural relationship, or by attracting some guardian
friend, or by being placed under the care of one, who occupies by marriage
the position of the parent taken away. Each of these secondary relations
has been full of blessing, as also of danger and trial. Many are the cases
in which a desolate child has been abused by a relative, swindled by a
friend, and oppressed by a stepfather or stepmother. But not judging
through plays and romances, but through life as we see it from a perhaps
favored position, we have cause of much satisfaction in view of the
secondary relations spoken of. How many a lonely child finds counsellors
and helpers among kindred and friends, who keep alive in his heart the
parent's memory by their kindness, and deepen the first relation by the
second! How many desolate parents comfort themselves by comforting others;
and how much grief is soothed, like Mary's, by distilling healing balm for
others from its own wounds! Among the ministers of mercy, that cheer this
too benighted world, none is more powerful than that which carries comfort
to the suffering in the name of some departed child; and who shall number
the countenances that contemplate the little ones, whose angels behold the
face of our Father in Heaven, to copy their tenderness, and throw their
light upon the path of the disconsolate?

Of one class of secondary relations, I cannot but say a word in justice to
the subject, and in a different tone from that which usually prevails. The
word stepmother has become a proverb in the language, and persons who
should know better, sometimes idly speak, so as to add to its odious
significance. But may not this relation be assumed in so true and devoted
a spirit, and its offices be so performed, as to be great mercy to the
orphan? No wonder indeed, that wretchedness comes from the misalliances
that sometimes introduce a giddy trifler without ideas, or a selfish
worldling without conscience, into the place that has been made sacred by
a true Christian mother now no more in the world,--when, in fact, some
greedy hawk creeps into the nest of the dove, or the wanton butterfly
invades the cell of the ant, or the provoking wasp steals the sweets of
the honey-bee's hive. No wonder that trouble comes, when natural rivalries
and jealousies are embittered by one, who is mother in name but not in
feeling, one whose first joy is personal vanity, and whose least wish is
to sacrifice any whim for the welfare of those now entrusted to her care.
Well may the curse of Heaven rest upon such connections. Let not a shallow
fancy or reckless impulse, never excusable, but least excusable in mature
years, dictate a choice so sacred as that which replaces the natural
parent by another. Let the choice be guided by words as sacred as those
which came from the Cross, and let him, who commends his children to
another's care, use his best thought and principle, as if called in this
way to say, "Woman, behold thy son! Son, behold thy mother!"

Whatever may be the form of the secondary relation, whether the virtual
adoption be from natural relationship, from friendliness or by marriage,
two obvious principles should preside over the choice, as in the example
of the Cross. The secondary relation should be such as not to shame the
first; and such also as to be a mutual blessing, a blessing to the
orphaned and the protector. When Jesus commended his mother to his most
loved disciple's care, he carried out the spirit of his own entire life,
and placed her in the charge of one whose companionship would be a
constant remembrance of himself. The lessons of the former years were
deepened by those that followed--the disciple was ever nearer his Master
by the mother's presence and the mother was nearer to her Son by the
disciple's ministry. Happy are they whose existence, however saddened by
bereavement, is not broken into incongruous or antagonistic
fragments,--happy are the orphan hearts who, like that adopted mother and
son, cherish throughout life the same high allegiance, and mature their
first vows in their secondary obligations.

This cannot well be, unless the second principle named be observed, and
due congeniality be found between the orphaned and the protector. Some
choice may generally be used, and the choice should turn on the fitness of
the one to guide and the other to be guided. No statement is given of the
process in our Saviour's mind, that led him to make the bequest of the
Cross, that legacy of love. But He knew what was in man, and knew well how
much the mother and disciple were fitted for that filial companionship;
the one by his deep intuitive mind fitted to enlighten her faith, and the
other by her boundless affection fitted to inflame his piety and charity,
to kindle his meditative wisdom into seraphic love. Let not the example be
lost upon those who shrink from claiming equal sanctity. Are any of us to
choose for an orphan or a half-orphan a protector, whether a guardian or
an adopted parent, remember the legacy of the Cross, and in Christ's name
minister to the desolate.

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We have illustrated first, the fact of orphanage, and secondly, the
secondary relations that may be its alleviation. May we not add, that
where the principles recommended are adopted, great blessing results to
both parties concerned, the protector, and the protected. If, as the poet
says,

  "An orphan's curse would drag to hell
      A spirit from on high!"

an orphan's blessing can lift to the mercy-seat of God a frail spirit of
the earth. Many a time has this blessing been granted, and they who have
befriended the lonely, have found a friend in God's own Providence. Is it
not remarkably the case, that orphan children when judiciously and kindly
counselled and cautioned, well repay all solicitude, and well appreciate,
as a gratuitous offering from their protector, the care which, if from a
parent, they might regard as a matter of course, hardly claiming any
grateful recognition? A relation of peculiar beauty sometimes springs up,
at once filial and friendly, blending in itself the affections both of
companion and child. The remark applies to step-children as well as to
those who are wards by adoption or guardianship. "Hence," says that gifted
and fervent writer, Henry Zchokke, "not rare instances in which
step-children manifest more cordial sympathy, more touching attachment
towards their foster parents, than their own children. For what the latter
are apt to take as matter of obligation, the former look upon as token of
disinterested love and genuine goodness; and a grateful mind brings before
them all the kindness and fidelity which they received from step-parents
in the years of minority. As children, they may not understand what you
have given, although they may see how you gave it. But when grown up, they
understand what you have done for them."

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When under this form of adoption or the others specified, there is surely
enough to interpret such secondary relations cheerfully, and history is
full of passages, that illustrate the blessing of the legacy of the Cross.
In our own experience we must in some way interpret that legacy, and find
its joy or its rebuke. Do not leave the subject without touching its
practical point. If such and so general is the fact of orphanage, such are
the secondary relations which are providentially offered, and such is
their solace when properly employed, there is a lesson from the subject,
which no person can escape, a lesson as to our duty to our own children
and to others. First of all, bear in mind the lonely, and strive to be
comforter, and to find comforters for them. Think tenderly of the
orphaned, who are in any way near your own sphere, whether from
relationship, friendship, or any other association. It may not be, it is
not generally money, that is most needed, but kindness, counsel,
encouragement. Many an orphan boy is saved by a judicious word and timely
hand from a friend of his lost father or mother, and many a lonely girl
finds the path of peace and usefulness smoothed for her by those who
remember the parent's image in the daughter's face. The story of Moses,
the foundling of the Nile, and of Joseph, the exile from Jacob's house,
is often repeated in the lives of youths, like them in loneliness, and not
wholly unlike them in subsequent energy and honor. Think of this in your
homes, and make them pleasant and instructive and elevating to some guests
sought by you, because you can make them happy, and who will repay your
blessing better than guests of idleness or vanity, sometimes too eagerly
sought, who may besot and befool your children by folly and excess. Think
of it in your places of business, and seek openings of usefulness for the
unprotected. Then you may hear, nay, have you not heard other voices than
those of hard traffic there? then you may see, have you not seen, springs
of living water gushing from the dusty pavements which you tread? Think of
the orphan. For his own sake, do it, and for our own and our children's
sake. The probability is, that what others ask of us we shall need for
ourselves. We must expect that our children will be in want of the very
sympathy which we are to show; for who can be sure of leaving his
offspring mature enough in years and wisdom to demand no guardian care in
place of the parental? It becomes, therefore, an imperious duty to educate
our children in such a manner, as to secure them trusty friends; to give
them habits of self-reliance, that shall save them from annoying others by
burdensome dependence; to train them to conciliating manners, attractive
conversation, elevated ideas, that shall win for them the companionship
and protection of the wise and good, keep them in right paths, and mature
in their new homes all the worthy seeds of old scenes and affections.
Then when the hour of our parting comes, we can think not wholly with
sorrow of the legacy of the Cross; believing that they who have trusted in
us, may trust in each other, or in friends divinely given, and that future
years will deepen the former communion.

The great security, that this shall be so, is found where Christ placed
it, in the Father. "I will not leave you comfortless,"--or orphaned, as
the word is literally to be translated,--"I will come to you. Ye shall
know that I am in my Father, and ye in me, and I in you." They that learn
to live in the Father's love, are saved from the worst bereavement, and
the orphanage of the earth opens to them the parentage of heaven. The
first and secondary relationships of earth are both commended and
consecrated by the relation prior to them both and primal of all, however
late it may be understood; for in spiritual as well as earthly ties, it
requires time and thought to know our truest friend; and the playmates of
an hour win the child of mortality's ear more readily than the far-seeing
parent, or than the Ancient of Days, the Father of all. Remember that
whatever paternal wisdom or maternal tenderness we have ever known here,
has its source and archetype on high. There dwells the Godhead that spoke
and wrought through the victim of the Cross; there shines the wisdom that
opened that disciple's vision; there burns the love that glowed in the
mother's faithful heart. From the unseen, comes all the glory that is
seen; and if any of us have an orphaned heart, as in some respects we all
may have, let us find its solace in God, and whatever is God's. Let the
sweet breath of May, that whispers to devotees of Mary's holy maternity,
fill our hearts with more than vernal promise, ideals of more than human
loveliness,--call us away from all wintry chills to the light and love of
the Parent above all parents--to the home that unites all homes in one.

_May._




The Young Prodigal.




THE YOUNG PRODIGAL.


How marked and how various has been the response of men to the Parable of
the Prodigal Son since it first came from the lips of Him whose life so
exemplified its mercy. Through all those changing centuries, the home has
kept its place in the affections of mankind, and that pathetic domestic
picture has never failed to waken regrets and compassion. The happiest
household is not without some errors that cry for forgiveness, and not
many are the families whose peace is not troubled by some prodigal. The
parable presents at once an example of earthly experience and a lesson of
heavenly mercy. Not forgetting the heavenly lesson, we dwell now more upon
the earthly example, as we speak of the prodigal in the family, especially
of his fall and his recovery.

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The prodigal in the family! Far more frequently than the world knows,
might this epithet in truth be spoken, for it is not by any means from
notorious spendthrifts and open profligates, that wicked waste scatters
the goods of a household. If a certain man who had two sons, found in one
of them a prodigal under the simple manners of a rustic age, what may the
father of a large family anticipate in a state of society which makes
extravagance almost a necessity, and in a great city which brings the
vices and follies of every far country on earth to his very door. Never
perhaps since Jesus spoke, have His words found more ample illustration
than in this great city, that calls thousands and tens of thousands of
young men from rural homes to the fierce scramble for gold, and the
feverish chase for pleasure, and which in so many ways offers to drown in
dissipation the anguish of remorse.

It is not by any means always the worst boy of the family who takes the
road to ruin. It may be base passion or reckless selfishness that leads
him astray, but it is quite as likely to be too cordial impulses, exposing
him to enticing companions, or too sanguine hopes, entailing upon him
disappointment and despair. Of the many prodigals whom we have known in
our own lifetime, not a few surely have been generous natures, whom it was
impossible not to pity, and not hard to love. Sometimes the very
temperament that makes a youth amiable, and that should make him noble,
wins to him the most alluring of tempters, and he falls before some Satan
who comes to him as an angel of light.

The very tenderness shown to him at home may add to his besetting
weakness, by encouraging habits of self-indulgence. In fact, the parable
itself allows room for the surmise, that the younger son, from having
less care put upon him than the elder, was less schooled in self-reliance,
and because every thing was done for him as the pet of the family, he was
in danger of doing too little for himself. Certainly indulgence may be as
dangerous an extreme as sternness, and as many youths are spoiled by over
fondness as are made desperate by unkindness. Sometimes both extremes
unite in the same fitful temper, and children, now petted and now cursed,
learn indolence and rebellion in the same perverse domestic school. Rare
is the wisdom that can adjust the discipline to each temperament, and
encourage without over-indulgence, and correct without harshness. Not
always, however, is the fault of the child to be traced to error in the
parent, for every child has powers and responsibilities of his own, and
besides his own perverse will, there is a third party that frequently
comes in to make mischief.

At home or abroad this tempter may come, and in forms as many as are the
shapes of folly and sin. The son may not have erred simply in desiring to
go from home to seek his fortunes. He may have intended to use his portion
of the inheritance in a more profitable way than at home, and perhaps
return to the quiet old farm-house, rich in treasure and experience, a
benefactor to the whole family. Youth is full of dreams, and of not
ignoble dreams, and of the thousands of young men who every month go out
into the world to seek their fortune, few, if any, mean to throw their
hopes away in dissipation. Young blood is ever sanguine, and fair indeed
would this earth be, if it could take the hue and shape of the youthful
visions that have brooded upon its future. The very fact that a man hopes
much, may throw him into a despair as intense as his hope, and the
sanguine dreamer may degenerate under disappointment into the reckless
prodigal. The portion of the inheritance which was to swell into
affluence, being broken by some mischance, seems good for nothing but a
brief round of pleasure, and is squandered in riotous living. Or the
wanderer may start with the idea that expensive habits will secure to him
friends and position, until he finds that these habits are his masters,
and these friends go away when his money is gone. Let any sober-minded man
who has consistently tried to use well his means and opportunity, remember
the perils that have lurked in his own path, and he will make some due
allowance for the temptations that now beset young men. We are not called
to lower in the least our standard of virtue, but we are to enlarge our
views to measure the extent of the danger, and to relax our severity to
win the erring to repentance and amendment. Make the ease our own, and as
we look upon the many forms of youthful vice and folly around us, see our
own youth thus come back to us, and read the sad lessons as so many
chapters in the book of our own possible destiny. Such considerations,
instead of making us more lax in principle, will make us more strict, by
making us feel more deeply the curse of that transgression, which we thus
bring home to our own thoughts. Combine all the various sources of
temptation, bear in mind the portions that may come severally from the
youth, his guardians and the world, and it will not appear proof of utter
depravity that there should be some prodigals on earth.

       *       *       *       *       *

The emphasis of the parable turns not upon the fall, but upon the recovery
of the erring one, and the portraiture of the various steps in the
recovery is so drawn to the life, as to answer with due change of manners
and costume for any age. Mark its progress, in the mind of the youth and
the parent, and in the final reconciliation of the two.

Mark the change in the feelings of the son. In a short time what a
transition in the lot of this reckless roaming boy. His dream of fortune
and pleasure has been most rudely broken, and the spendthrift is the
penniless outcast. A season of famine, or what in our more commercial age
would be called hard times, came on, and the pressure that bears upon all
drives him to the very verge of starvation. Where are the gay mansions now
that opened their doors so eagerly to the young stranger, so lavish with
his wealth? Where are the boon companions that borrowed his money, and
rode his horses, and drunk his wine? Where such friends are very likely to
be in time of need; ready to cut the acquaintance of the wretch upon whose
prosperity they have fattened and fawned. He is in a sad plight, and might
have been driven to some desperate crime--to murder or to suicide, did he
not learn one of the blessed lessons of God's Providence, and use misery
as a stern, yet judicious schoolmaster, to lead him to remorse and
penitence.

Suffering wakens him from his vain dream, and he sees things now as they
are,--takes upon his shoulders the burden of his griefs,--confesses that
he has abused the very generosity of his father, and is no longer worthy
to be called his son. Remorse, no proof of depravity past redemption, but
proof rather that conscience still lives, and is vindicating her holy law,
exalted the poor outcast, even in humbling him to the dust, and lifts the
wretch into the penitent, with those words, "I will arise, and go to my
father."

This penitence crowns the new experience of the prodigal, and brings him
into a new sphere of thought and action. He feels the power of a love that
he had slighted, and which now pleads with his soul in an eloquence all
the mightier from its tone of expostulation and pity. His childhood
reappears to him in all its innocence and privilege,--the old homestead,
with its familiar walls and trees, haunts him not as a dream, but as the
one reality, and seems to eye his wretchedness with wonder and compassion.
He is a changed man now, and turns his face upon the long journey
homeward, not merely as an outcast hungry and miserable, but as a penitent
seeking forgiveness of the kindness which he had outraged, and asking to
do a servant's work on the estate whose income he had wasted.

Look to the other side of the picture, and think of what has been going on
in the father's heart. No particulars are given of his feeling during the
season of separation, but his heart is a chapter in the book, that life
is ever laying open, and what is told of him at the crisis, indicates
well his temper during the interval. He had but two boys, and his whole
hope and love must have centred in them and their destiny. They may have
been dearer to him from being all the memorial left to him of the mother
long since taken from the world. The younger may have been the pet of his
leisure hours, whilst the elder was busy with the cares of the farm; for
there is likely to be a pet child in every family. But the plain facts are
enough without laying any tax upon the imagination. He had the common
heart of good men, and had shown his willingness to make sacrifices for
his children. Many a time in lonely hours he must have thought of the
wanderer, and wondered if the boy whom he never forgot, could forget him.
The prosperity of his business, the plenty of his crops, the number of his
flocks and herds, could not satisfy him; even the sight of the son now
with him, but reminded him how broken was his family and how divided his
heart. Touches of compassion would mingle with his lonely regrets, and
remembering the common weakness of our humanity, he would consider the
amount of temptation in wait for every novice, and have misgivings at
allowing him to go out alone into the world. Many a time his wistful gaze
would rest upon the road taken by the departing wanderer, and he would ask
himself if the youth would ever return, and in what condition. One day as
he looked, that lonely road had for him a startling apparition. Far in the
distance appears a tired, tattered wayfarer, a mere vagrant to the common
gaze; but one of the many who seem heir of misery, and for whom
compassion itself has little reasonable hope. But no; the eye of affection
is ever sharpsighted, and the father sees under that beggar's garb the
step and air of his long-lost son; and one look tells to him the whole
story of his fortunes. He is a poor and broken-down creature, and comes
home penitent, to ask mercy of the love that he had so offended. All is
told in those simple words of welcome "But when he was yet a great way
off, his father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his
neck, and kissed him."

This was the meeting--such was the reconciliation! Full as it is of
absorbing feeling, its moral element is not to be forgotten. Read its
lessons, and we note first of all forgiveness of the offence in view of
the penitence of the offender; secondly, restoration to favor on the
ground of amendment; thirdly, justice to all parties and no injustice to
the rights of the elder son, who had not wasted his patrimony, yet, who
was moved to look with a jealous eye at the feasting in honor of his
prodigal brother's return. Mercy is triumphant, yet justice is not
slighted, and whilst the prodigal is restored to his place in his father's
heart and household, all the consequences of his transgression do not
cease; his portion of the substance is not as if he had wasted nothing,
and he is not exempt from a long course of self-discipline and correction.
Forgiveness does not end discipline, but rather begins its just action, by
bringing the offender into the sphere of moral and spiritual allegiance.

Such is the story of the Prodigal Son in his fall and his recovery--a rich
lesson of earthly experience and of heavenly faith. What family is there
that is not called at some time, and in some measure, to apply its point
to themselves?

Parents and guardians have some trials that the world knows of, and some
that escape the public ear. Rare, indeed, the home that has no trace of
the prodigal, and makes no demand on the heart of forgiveness. Our
prevalent manners seem to set a bounty upon prodigality, and make youth,
the true season of control and preparation, the ill-timed season for
indulgence and extravagance. Many sons have the spending of a prince's
income without the spur of a prince's ambition; and probably not a few
families in our own community encourage a reckless waste that would be
thought wicked in many a palace; whilst the self-will, thus pampered, is
not trained to labor for any definite aim or worthy object. In homes less
affluent, the case may be still worse, and the sons and daughters of
persons in a medium position catch the bad ambition, and launch out into
an extravagance as ruinous as it is infatuated. It is wrong--all wrong.
The prodigal, in his craving for pardon, well marked the error of his
course, and proved how much he had sinned against a father's purpose in
intrusting him, prematurely, with such means of usefulness and honor, to
be squandered in idleness and shame. Happy they who learn the lesson
without such bitter experience, and who start from the first with a worthy
object in view. Here is the great question that over presses upon us: How
check the waste of talent and substance among our youth? how redeem the
most susceptible years from frivolity and extravagance? There can be
essentially but one answer, however various the forms of its expression.
From the very first, let the young be trained to pursue some worthy
object, and let the ideal of dignity be placed not in dainty indolence,
but in active usefulness. Let every household cherish this creed in all
its spirit and economy; let education be called perversion when it does
not foster this purpose; let mercy itself when most tender and forgiving,
most earnestly breathe this incentive.

Never was a young generation launched forth upon a more alluring and
bewildering sea than that which now wafts its inviting breezes towards our
rising youth. Opportunities thicken and dazzle as never before, and
dangers multiply with opportunities; the spur is put to self-indulgence,
whilst the reins of discipline are slackened, and society is starting upon
an untried and adventurous track, that raises in sober minds quite as much
fear as hope. But heaven is always above us, and its light need never fail
us. Let the blessed Master's plea for heavenly mercy reveal to us more
clearly the way of obedience, and the very tears of penitence water the
root of faith and resolution. Youth, so impassioned, self-willed,
sanguine,--be prodigal no more. Look to the mark placed before you by your
Father in heaven, and measure your dignity by your fidelity to your work.
Son--daughter--waste your heart and strength no more upon follies and
sins. You have the happiness of many in your keeping, and the Infinite
Parent above will smile upon your penitence, and bless you in your
fidelity.

Who can look upon the number of youths without high aims and faithful
purposes, who are growing up in our cities with opportunities so
unparalleled, and not find himself haunted with that ever-recurring
question, "What shall we do with our sons?" A state of society that is
based upon wealth as the chief good, may offer especial danger to the
sons, from the very fact that it gave such incentives to the energy of the
fathers, and the wealth gained in hardship may be wasted in dissipation.
Some sons, indeed, catch the thrift of their laborious parents, and from
love of money, or from family pride, or some better ambition, try to keep
or increase their inheritance. But even these are too rarely trained to
know the highest uses of property, or the true art of employing the
leisure which it offers for recreations, that refresh instead of
dissipating the powers. How many there are far below their level, who seem
to lose every earnest motive in being free from the necessity of exertion,
and who give the infection of their corrupt idleness and false honor to
companions who can ill afford any dainty self-indulgence. The commercial
spirit that places business energy at the top of the scale of talents and
dignities, may do something to check such prodigality; but only a
thoroughgoing, manly purpose, looking devoutly to God's will and the
solemn work of life, can lay the axe to the root of the evil.

Consider, seriously, young man, that you have a work to do in the world,
whilst it is still called to-day. The charm of life, as well as its true
honor, lies in the earnest pursuit of a worthy object. Beware of adding by
your presence to the number of young men about town, who are all sail and
no ballast, and whose wreck sooner or later is produced by the very
surface spread to the fickle winds of passion. Balance yourself by the
weight of conscious responsibility; guide yourself with a single eye to
the mark of true living. Be something--a genuine reality--not an empty
sham--something in power and in position, not one of the nothings who
parrot the reigning follies and vices. Be yourself--yourself as God has
called you to be by the gift of your powers and opportunities, instead of
trying vainly to be somebody else, by affecting ways and honors never
intended for you; yes, be yourself, even if your genius bids you work at
the mechanic's bench or at the machinist's lathe, instead of trying to be
somebody else in a profession for which you are not adapted, or in aping a
lazy gentility which is a disgrace to any rational creature of God. Be
thus something--be thus yourself--and you cannot be false to man or God. A
true master purpose will quicken and energize the whole being. No longer a
prodigal yourself, your spirit so free and devoted, so blending hearty
manliness with earnest faith, will lead many a wanderer home.




Education of Daughters.




EDUCATION OF DAUGHTERS.


"Nothing is more neglected than the education of daughters," said Fenelon,
in the first sentence of his noted work on the subject. This cannot be
said with truth now, when so much time, thought and money, are given to
their instruction in the most opposite quarters. Whilst thinking upon this
topic, it seems to me as if every one of its leading aspects had sent a
representation of itself to help our judgment. This month, even the
stranger in our city must have had his attention attracted by the costume
and speech-making of the somewhat brave champions of the Woman's Rights'
party, who have been holding their conventions; and, as if to show up one
extreme by another, the debates of radicalism have run parallel with the
rites of superstition; and, on his way to the hall that rings with
feminine voices that claim masculine honors, he may as he passes many
churches catch the strains of those vesper hymns to the Virgin Mother, by
which Romanism strives to make this beautiful Mary confirm its daughters
in the faith, by that ideal of womanhood so deified in its own loveliness
without need of any borrowed grace of man's.

In his next morning's walk, he will see in the many processions of
boarding-school girls promenading with no very elastic step, quite another
aspect of woman's destiny, and one that may give him mingled feelings as
he meditates upon the future of American mothers and their posterity. If
the stranger comes from a foreign country, he will be interested less in
these three aspects of the subject, than in a fourth of far less assuming
air. He will be more impressed with the looks of the daughters of the
people, with cheery step on their way to the public schools, than with the
champions of reform, the pupils of fashion, or the devotees of the ancient
ritual. Surely the education of girls is not neglected among us; yet,
whether it is wisely attended to, is one of the most serious and pressing
questions of our day,--a question in which every family is vitally
concerned. There are few readers who are not ready to give some thought to
the true idea and method of female education.

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We must look for the true idea reverently, as under religious guidance,
not according to our own caprices or opinions. Nothing surely should awe
our wilful conceits into docile attention, more than the effort to find
the calling and the place of the being beyond all others dependent upon
our care. Where but in the school of the Creator and Preserver himself,
shall we learn what our daughters are called to be under his Providence?
Where but therein shall we learn to decipher that fair and wonderful
hieroglyph which God himself carved out in the person of Eve, and which
remains to this day the most expressive cipher of heaven's grace and care.

The language of the Psalmist, so often quoted, is sufficient to define the
idea of female education when freely interpreted. If our daughters,
according to his prayer, should be as corner-stones, polished after the
similitude of a palace, it is clear that their education is to have
accomplishment and solidity such as to fit them for their place as the
main supports of social life. They are to be polished stones. Does not
this expression bring the sanction of Holy Writ against the too frequent
notion that woman is made only to be the servant of man, and that her
chief destiny is to be the drudging underling of his will; not like the
polished stone of a palace wall, but the rough rock at the
foundation,--useful, indeed, but buried under the dust. This idea exists
not merely in savage countries, where woman is actually man's slave, and
reared to be such from childhood, so that a thoughtful mother mourns when
a daughter is born; but our own Christendom reads its own darkest chapter
in the condition of woman, so often forced to drudge for scanty bread and
raiment, perhaps abused by the very man upon whose bidding she waits, and
who dements himself in drunkenness whilst she plies her thankless tasks.
In many quarters where such abominations would be condemned, views
radically the same are held, and an idea of woman's destiny prevails
which takes her from her rightful place as the equal of man, which sinks
her into his drudge, without time for intellectual and spiritual culture,
with little of the leisure and conversation that beguile care of its
sting, and toil of its weariness. Nay, how often is this destiny
unconsciously entailed upon daughters by thoughtless, yet not consciously
unkind, parents, who train up their girls without high aims and enlarged
views, sending them into new homes so poorly endowed with commanding
motives and practical knowledge, as to sink down into the dull monotony of
domestic drudgery. Though the hands may not be overtasked, if the soul is
weighed down to a servile routine, without sentiment or spirituality,
woman is the slave of man,--the neglected rock beneath his dwelling, and
not the polished stone of his home.

But this is not the chief danger now, but an opposite extreme equally
degrading. The danger is not that the daughter shall lack polish, but that
she will have but little else; and, instead of being a polished stone,
shall be a polished vanity with no substance at all. Nothing can be more
false and fatal than the notion that a daughter is to be educated for
show, whilst the son is to be trained for usefulness. In her own way, the
sister has quite as much strength of character as the brother has in his
way, and she is cruelly treated when regarded only as a graceful toy.
Sometimes this extreme meets the other, and she who in her girlhood was a
dainty plaything, becomes in womanhood a plodding drudge, without a
particle of worthy spirit or elevated thought to retain the love won by
her beauty, or to replace the fervor lost with her youth. It is very wrong
to make accomplishments the main thing in female education.
Accomplishments are poor tricks, unless their polish is but the smoothness
of substantial knowledge and judgment. A showy girl who can dance, sing,
and prattle two or three foreign languages, without being able to speak
and write sensibly in her own tongue, is one of the most lamentable of
counterfeits, and may chance to blight the peace and dignity of more
hearts than one by her shams. She is the product of that flashy system of
training, which is doing more mischief in America than any where else, and
making society a tawdry Vanity Fair instead of a companionship of hearts
and homes. Not a few of our daughters seem taught to think that
distinction in society is graduated by clothes and confectionery, and to
measure their social honor or obscurity by their ability to follow the
silly code of extravagance. If the folly were confined to those who have
such affluence as craves prodigality in expense to reduce the overplus, it
might be comparatively harmless, but it bears most severely upon families
of limited means, where mothers and daughters are in a fever to ape the
extravagance that they ought to pity. Why all this infatuated excess in
dress? What do our daughters, in their tender years, need for their grace
and dignity beyond the simplest costume that good taste dictates as the
fit robing of girlish innocence? Even a pure French taste, which, in other
respects favors such excess, teaches an almost Christian simplicity in
this respect; and the spectacle, so common with us, of school girls
bedizened with costly dresses of all colors, and loaded with jewels, would
be ludicrous in a Parisian drawing-room, as a walking, jingling toy-shop
attached to a human creature. It is a fine remark of Fenelon in rebuking
the foolish passion for dress, that if daughters were educated in a purer
classic taste, and would study the beautiful in the schools of painting
and sculpture, they would shun many excesses in costume on account of
their deformity, as well as their extravagance. What judgment the good
archbishop would have passed upon our present mode of sweeping the dusty
sidewalks with costly robes of silk and velvet, we have no means of
judging, for this folly seems a recent invention. What a recent French
moralist, who claims to walk in the path of Fenelon, says of France, is
doubly true of America: "The great care," says L'Aime Martin, "is to
please the world, rather than to resist it: the wish is to shine, to
reign:--vanity, that is the end to which tender mothers do not cease to
point their daughters, and upon which the world that pushes them on sees
them wrecked with indifference! Vanity in accomplishments! vanity in
dress! vanity in learning! This show covers all: to seem, not to be, makes
the sum and substance of education." These strong words must have cost the
bland French moralist some pain; but does not their strength come from
their truth? Do they not apply, with fearful truth, to American society?
Does not the prevalent code of feminine ostentation bear with cruel
weight upon our domestic life, making almost a social necessity of the
merest conventional artificiality, and raising up a generation of listless
imbeciles, who measure their social salvation by the magnitude of their
exactions and the littleness of their achievements? in short, setting up a
code of dignity, in which utter uselessness not seldom bears the highest
honor. It would be, probably, a somewhat peculiar revelation, if the young
women who go from boarding-schools into our gay society were to submit to
a thorough catechizing as to what they expect to receive in the world, and
what they expect to do in return. The statistics thus gathered might shed
some light upon our social and political economy, and disclose a standard
of empty extravagance, not very common among the titled nobility of the
Old World. Away with the error upon which the whole mischief rests,--the
error that our daughters are not rational creatures, and that the very
strength of their character is not the best reason and rule of their
accomplishment. Let them be polished stones, not tinsel, with a refinement
and solidity worthy their endowments.

Associating thus the attribute of polish with that of solidity, in our
idea of the education of daughters, we complete the definition by
maintaining, that the two qualities should be so combined as best to fit
the daughter for her providential position as the equal of man; not his
rival, nor his slave, nor his toy. We claim for the daughter entire
mental, moral, and religious equality with the son, yet find in the law
alike of nature and revelation a distinction between their gifts and
spheres. It would be merely beating the air to argue either point,--to try
to prove that woman has all the faculties of human nature, and if, in her
case, they are otherwise adjusted than with man, the difference is such as
to forbid boasting on either side, and to favor mutual help instead of
selfish rivalry. Nor need we couch our lance against the reform school
that claims for woman a masculine position, and asks to have all offices
open to her ambition or zeal. We are little in danger of such
extravagances, and our daughters are more likely to slight the high moral
influence now within their sphere, than to hanker after the notoriety of
professional life or anniversary platforms. Our current modes of society
are so lenient towards those who unsex themselves on the stage, or in the
ball-room, that the moralist need trouble himself very little with the
loquacious sisterhood, that seems determined to have the public ear upon
most exciting questions. The most discouraging thing in their prospect is
in the indifference of their own sex to their appeals. Men prefer to hear
women talk in a less obtrusive manner; and women seem likely to follow
their time-hallowed precedent, and to have men for their orators, leaders,
physicians, and preachers. The freest system will not alter the divine
order, and whatever worthy reforms may come, the end will be the
reconsecration of woman in her true sphere--as the equal, not the rival,
of man. Hers will still be full half the world, and the best half of it
too. To be the polished corner-stone in the palace which the ruling heart
makes royal, is honor and responsibility enough. To carry out this idea
of the education of daughters by a just method, is a work second to none
other to be done or meditated in this world.

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What have we to say of such a method? Nothing but simply to appeal to
God's own will as shown in the daughter's faculties and in the spheres in
which she is called to move. Let the method be such as best developes her
powers and fits her for her position.

How great a thing it is to understand a soul, said Theresa of Spain, in
view of the young hearts committed to her care after all her own trials of
faith. How great a thing it is to understand a daughter's mind in which
sensibility, that demands sympathy, has so much larger a place than logic,
that needs only to be reasoned out. We believe that there is sex in mind,
and that the essential type of womanhood appears equally in the example of
the highest culture and genius, as in the average standard. Every page
shows the woman's guiding pen, no matter whether a De Stael or a Godwin
ranges into the bolder realms of thought, or an Edgeworth or Hemans walks
among the daily affections and cares of life. A true culture must be based
upon this fact, and the mind must be trained in accordance. Little may be
gained by persisting in making a dry logician of a school girl, for
abstract reasoning is rarely a woman's forte, but precisely on that
account, the reason must be appealed to by the living truth, which will
find a ready response from perceptions so quick and intuitive as often to
see at a glance what the logical understanding will with difficulty argue
out.

It is a great mistake to try to train a girl to be a man in cast of mind
or way of life. We can never slight the hint of nature without bringing
down her retribution, and temporary success but delays the evil day. What
better instance of this error have we than in the memoirs of that gifted
woman so well known to most of our readers, and probably a personal friend
to not a few of them, Margaret Fuller Ossoli? Her mental career is now
made public property by able and congenial biographers; and who of us does
not see the unconscious cruelty of the stern discipline which sought to
mould her mind after the masculine standard, and which so repressed the
springs of feminine power, until Providence took the noble woman into its
own school, and the wife and mother learned a wisdom and a peace that
classic letters and metaphysical theories never taught her; nay, far
beyond the stature of the "Muse," and the "Minerva," that were once her
chosen types of female dignity? Honor to her name, alike for the mistakes
and the excellencies illustrated by her eventful life?

Truly trained, the girl will have as much _reason_ as the boy; and hers
will be more intuitive, whilst his may be more formal and severe in its
_reasoning_. Strength of character will be hers, not, perhaps, so much the
stern sense of justice that most marks the masculine conscience, as the
full and earnest affection that adds mercy to justice and love to duty.
Force of will shall be hers, not perhaps the iron will of man, but what is
quite as well, and in its place better, the heroic patience that conquers
evil by enduring it. The result shall be a disciplined, sagacious
intellect without masculine hardness, delicate sensibility without
imbecile listlessness, active energy without moping drudgery, a
combination of powers and graces that wins homage from every heart.

I would not adopt any definition of woman's powers less generous than the
hint of nature and the will of God. Rather allow the largest scope to the
development of every gift, and trust the feminine instinct to vindicate
its own prerogative, whatever be the talent called into requisition.
Marked cases show that the feminine mind may sometimes have the faculty
for the severest mathematical reasoning, and England and America have been
taught this fact by the philosophical achievements of women who are an
honor alike to the delicacy and the intellect of their sex. Full well do I
remember a visit to William Mitchell the Nantucket astronomer, years ago,
when I saw that the father and the daughter had each a station and a set
of instruments for taking simultaneous observations of the heavens. Since
that day a gold medal from the king of Denmark has marked the daughter's
triumph as the discoverer of a new comet. I am not ashamed to say, that at
the time of the visit I had been several days puzzling over a difficult
sum in algebra, and that, with a few touches of her pencil, the young lady
made clear as day what I had but suspected, that the difficulty was in an
error of the text-book. She evidently understood Arbogast's polynomial
theorem better than I did.

But the great difficulty in this whole matter is not so much in a proper
definition of characteristics to be cherished, as in the application of
proper motives to bring out those characteristics. With boys the motive is
near at hand, for the world speaks to them with its imperious voice and
bids them prepare for some specific post of profit or ambition. Without
such practical spur, our sons would be a languid generation, since
self-culture merely for its own sake, as an amateur pursuit without any
specific object, is a dull affair, that very feebly goes. Even those young
men who have had a thorough collegiate education are very apt to forget
their learning, and to lose their literary gift unless they carry out the
work of education in actual affairs and keep their attainments by using
them. What shall take the place of such motive in the education of our
daughters? What aim shall we place before them in their early studies and
keep before them in after years? Serious indeed is the question, and too
frivolously answered by the hosts of bright girls who go from school into
a career of folly and dissipation.

There can be but one answer, and that the most Christian word. It is
simply this:--"Daughter, you are under God's rule, and all your gifts and
acquisitions are sacred trusts. Consecrate them by a true service. Look
upon your life as folly and nothingness, until you regard it as a solemn
charge and resolve to use its opportunities faithfully. Choose in the
first bloom of your hope the true, the Christian standard of character,
and give religion the grace and power of your youthful enthusiasm. You
have from Heaven itself a sacred commission, large as the sphere of your
sex, specific as the compass and aim of your own individual talents and
position." Take this ground, and it will appear that the daughter will
find in her own religious susceptibility, and in the Divine grace, a
motive to self-culture as efficient as the son finds in the spur of
business and competition. Both indeed need the same religious discipline,
but the one needs it more as an impelling, the other more as a restraining
motive.

Let the motive spirit be just and fervent, it remains a question with
daughters what shall be the chosen purpose of their after lives.
Circumstances must in some measure influence their choice, for with a
large portion, not merely taste, but the necessity of securing a
livelihood, is to be consulted. But in either case the law of fitness is
to be the guide; and all, without exception, make a sad mistake, who do
not train themselves to some pursuit capable alike of adorning their
affluence and of guarding them against need. It is very clear that there
is some fatal error in the physical education of girls that needs
correcting before they can be sure of any independence of position. "Very
few girls that I know are well," said a lady some time ago in speaking of
the large circle of scholars under her observation. As American boys are
not wanting in robust health, there must be some radical error in the
training of the other sex, that they are so fragile, and that they fade
and languish so prematurely. It is obvious that the power of the free air,
generous exercise, and wholesome hours and diet, is too little understood,
whilst the confectioner's trash often takes the place of substantial
food, and the delicate nerves that the fresh breezes of heaven, the cold
water of the spring, are so ready to soothe and brace with genial health,
are sometimes insanely dosed with brandy or opium at caprice to an extent
that might be too much for the constitution of a Goliath of Gath. There is
no reason to believe that our daughters are doomed by nature to be less
healthy than our sons, or less fitted for a field of usefulness congenial
with their gifts. Small indeed in comparison with the field opened to
sons, is the sphere at present for the talents of daughters. But small as
it may seem, it has not yet been fully occupied, and it will be sure to
enlarge when its capacities are faithfully tested. Certainly the saddest
limitation of feminine competence comes from overdoing some few branches
of labor, and there are great departments of the useful and the beautiful
arts little resorted to by their skill. For ourselves, we have no fear of
harming the delicacy of our daughters by opening to them any honorable
field of culture or industry to which their tastes and talents call them.
It is a sacred duty to employ well every faculty given by the Creator, and
full and fair opportunity to develop all their gifts should be afforded.
If young women wish to be lawyers, preachers, physicians, or merchants, we
would put no harsher obstacle before them than our honest opinion that
such is not their providential career, whilst we would do every thing in
our power to throw open to their pursuit those spheres of action most
congenial with their nature. In the industrial arts who shall number the
departments in which the quick perception and ready fingers and
instinctive neatness of girls would fit them for success more than the
other sex? Who shall limit the range of beautiful arts open to their taste
and genius? What may they not do with the pen, voice, pencil and chisel?
Who shall begin to unfold the future of woman as the Providential teacher
of mankind? Who shall adequately measure her present power over the young?
Honor to the teacher, whether with or without a mother's motive! Honor
to the host of teachers who are now bearing to every border of our
own land, the seeds of sound learning and social refinement. The
school-mistress--not the crone whom Shenstone once painted--but the
earnest, hopeful, high-minded daughter of a worthy home, is one of the
ruling powers of our land, and at her approach barbarism yields and
civilization reigns. I know well what I am talking about, and from years
of pastoral experience I have learned to bless her work and worth.

But without dwelling more on this topic of employment, or expatiating upon
the gifts of daughters for teaching in its various branches, and the
demand for a higher order of teachers than are now easily found, may we
not say that society among us is sadly crude and imperfect, from the
inadequate culture of those especially called to be its light and joy?
What art among those called beautiful or useful, can rank above the art of
guiding the economy of the home, ruling its prosaic abilities so aptly,
that they too shall wear an ideal expression, and the peace of God shall
go with the goods his bounty hath provided? Who shall exaggerate the
worth of the conversational power so congenial with the natural eloquence
of women, and so apt for want of culture or high purpose to degenerate
into the poorest gossip? Who shall over-estimate the power of her who,
from a full and ready mind bears to every circle the charm of an apt,
sparkling, and kindly utterance, making beauty a spiritual benediction
where it exists, and where beauty is denied, making up for its absence by
a grace that no loveliness of feature can rival? Blessed indeed this
ministry, when deep and holy faith completes the consecration, and our
daughters employ for the solace of the afflicted, or the light of the
benighted, the gifts and attainments which make their name so blessed
among friends and in homes.

Polished corner-stones of the temple, they are then builded upon Him who
is the chief corner-stone, and parents with all their solicitude for
beings so tenderly framed, and so exposed to the vicissitudes of the
world, may leave them in perfect faith in guardianship of a heavenly
goodness that cannot fail them. Great wrong we do them, unless, by the
most decided precept and example, we lead them to the Heavenly Father,
through the Gospel and the Church of Him, who is the Way and the Life.
What miserable folly it is that looks upon feminine piety as a weakness,
coming from an understanding too feeble to doubt, or a will too infirm to
be self-relying! The daughter's strength and wisdom are in her faith and
love. The mind is most illuminated when most opened to the light that God
sheds upon the confiding, and there is many a house in which the wife and
daughter's piety rises into a wisdom far beyond the husband and brother's
hard worldly understanding. Bless God for the mission of Him whose deepest
truth and inmost life were revealed to the sisters of Bethany, when hid
from the Scribes and the Pharisees, and who found in their spiritual
sympathy a solace which did not desert him, when his foremost disciple
denied his name. It is the recipient soil, tender and watered by gentle
dews, that nurtures the acorn into the oak by an alchemy that the flinty
rock knows nothing of. Thus has it been with the mighty seed of the Word.
What would have become of it, had there been no feminine faith and love to
receive and nurture it into the tree of life? May that grace which has so
worked upon the heart of woman, and raised her from bondage, and given her
a new throne on earth, work among us, and redeem our daughters from the
snares of the world.

_Week of Religious Anniversaries._




Business and the Heart.




BUSINESS AND THE HEART.


Paul, the spiritualist and devotee, was eminently a practical man, and by
what he did and what he said, gave it to be understood, that life has a
serious business to be done, as well as a firm faith and hearty affections
to be cherished. He himself was an efficient business man, and in his
letters, preaching, and whole administration, he showed singular ability
in dealing with men, and carrying his point in spite of their prejudices,
or his own disadvantages. Even money matters, he did not neglect; but
whilst rigidly simple and independent in his own habits, he had a wary eye
upon the needs of the rising churches, insisted upon due charities and
careful expenditure--nay, he expressly declared that the faculty for
business was to be welcomed among the Christian gifts, and to be used for
the common good, as decidedly as the faculty for teaching and exhorting.
He bids men unite diligence in business with fervor of spirit, and a true
service of God.

"Not slothful in business," he said at a time, when in the first love of
their new faith, many were in danger of slighting practical affairs for
the raptures of devotion, or in impatience for the second coming of
Christ, and the age of Millennial rest. "Not slothful in business," may we
not say now, great as is the temptation with many to think, that we do not
need any such advice in an age and country where business seems to ride
over every thing else, and trample down all fervor of spirit and service
of God. Reflect a little upon the clause in its connection, and we shall
see how admirably all the words go together, and fill out the sense.
Interpreting them so, we will speak of the business man in and out of his
business character, and especially in his character at home, or as a man
of affections--at home, that place where he must show pretty thoroughly
what he is at heart, to family and friends. To see what he is elsewhere,
we will look at him first at his work, for his course there will decide in
a great measure his spirit elsewhere. Look into his store, or study,
workshop, or office, and what is he doing? Whatever it may be, it is the
serious work of his life, and is taking most of his time and thought. He
says to himself, however much or little he likes his occupation, "This is
my business, and thus I use my faculties, and earn my livelihood, and
maintain my family, and win whatever means or influence I can for objects
that I approve." He is willing very honestly to accept the motto, "not
slothful in business" for himself and all in his employment. Does he know
how much meaning lies within those words?

Sometimes when he thinks himself a prodigy of care and industry, and in
the fever of hurry and anxiety, he is almost ready to give up every holy
thought and Christian feeling for the absorbing chase, is not his very
turmoil the fruit of slothfulness? If he had been better disciplined, more
thoughtful, more methodical, would he not have been spared all this fever
of mind, and excepting, perhaps, certain peculiar emergencies, would not
the care as well as the evil of each day have been sufficient for itself,
and send him to his home with heart open to friendly affections, and ready
to thank Heaven for sweetening the repose of his pillow by the work he has
done? Surely there is no way to make business so troublesome as by
neglecting it. The only way of being rid of it, is to do it well, and the
most thorough and careful system is more favorable to peace and
spirituality of mind than slipshod negligence. If a man does not attend to
his business it will attend to him, and dog him night and day, like a
baying hound in chase of a stricken deer. If a man goes beyond negligence
and is dishonest, so much the worse, for the best experience says, that
dishonesty is a mistake, as well as a vice--the poor resort of bunglers in
trade, as well as pigmies in morals. Nothing frets, and in the end
confounds a man more than to patch together a tissue of lies, and this
trouble a thorough business training must shun.

The very habit of earnest attention is wholesome, and need not end where
it begins. Sluggishness of mind and heart is a sad foe to all true life,
and he who studies generously, and does earnestly the work of any worthy
calling, so far educates himself, and is open to all better influences by
the discipline. Who of us, whatever our vocation, is not willing to take
very modest views of himself in this respect? Whether in one of the
learned professions, or in mercantile pursuits, have we been awake to the
highest aspects of our position, and used its opportunities so well, that
we may sincerely call it a liberal vocation? How many professional men
there are, who are mere drudges among drugs, parchments, and ceremonials?
how many merchants, may I not say, are there, who are profoundly ignorant
of the history and relations of their own craft, ignorant of that
wonderful science of trade which is changing the face of the world, and
placing itself among the momentous facts of Providence. Consider the
opportunities of a merchant to observe character, to study times, and
nations; to procure the arts, books, and society best for the mind; to
trace even the changes in the market to causes that connect themselves
with the world's want or welfare,--then say, who is not slothful in
business? Think too, of the best practical examplars of mercantile
culture,--how much of those two ruling forms of practical ability, the
soldier's and the statesman's, have combined in the merchant's enterprise
and comprehension, and an emphasis beyond that of the market-place will
attach to the words--"Not slothful in business." Nay, how can a man be
thoroughly faithful to his daily calling, and use the judgment, energy,
and punctuality essential to the best efficiency, without a training that
looks beyond the shop or office, and introduces him into all the generous
relations of life? In fact, what is business well understood, but the
practical side of life in all its moral and spiritual aspects, as well as
its bodily wants?

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Certainly in its own way, the world is ready to require a certain kind of
heartiness in practical affairs, and to regard a certain fervor of feeling
as a pleasant trait in diligence. In its own way it will repeat the second
clause of the apostle, and add "fervent in spirit" to "not slothful in
business." The spirit of trade itself is among us very earnest, and those
men are liked best by their associates, who grace practical energy by a
good share of hearty fellowship and generous enthusiasm. This is well, but
it is not all of the interpretation of the words. Fervor thus interpreted
sometimes would be more fitly called fever, for it is more the hot haste
of the blood than the genial life of the affections, more the gambler's
madness than the disciple's zeal. Fervor in spirit means far less and far
more than this--far less in extravagance and far more in power. It means
that the cares of business should neither chill the heart with avarice,
nor inflame it with passion; and that a man should be more spiritual as he
becomes more practical.

Does any one wonder at this statement? Some persons indeed speak, as if
the spiritual and the practical were antagonist terms. But they are quite
the reverse, and eminently in alliance. Consider them on their human and
their divine side. What is more practical than spirit? what more essential
to efficient action? Certainly he who acts out the most and the best
spirit is the most practical man. He who is most experienced in training
himself or others to practical affairs, knows very well that success comes
according as spirit animates the daily routine, and each day's details
grow out of a root of hearty interest. We really believe that the greatest
business men have been full of spirit, and that the greatest spiritualists
have been eminently practical,--the mere drudge being a faulty business
man, and the mere dreamer a very poor spiritualist.

But illustrate the principle on the divine side, by considering the method
of God. Does He not work by His Spirit? He has breathed it, in some
measure, into all creatures, chiefly into man; and is it not the necessity
of its nature to work? There is something of it in every living thing, and
this something is its true life. From our abounding harvests select a
grain of wheat or corn. Within that little seed lodges a power which no
man fully comprehends, but which is essential to the world's life. Ask it
to explain itself, and it says not a word; grind it to powder, and the
dust is but dust. Keep it whole, and in the spring-time within the ground,
its spirit will come out first in the green blade, and last in the golden
ears. This is always the method of God, to work from within outward; from
the spirit to the work. What is the course of nature but the going forth
of life from the spirit to the work, and from the work back again to the
spirit, all genuine growth multiplying the vitality from which it sprung?
It is what the philosopher calls the law of ultimates, or the process
from firsts to lasts and from lasts to firsts. The Gospel is its best
illustration; for it put a new spirit into men, and worked itself out in
new works, all its works diffusing and quickening the spirit from which
they sprung. It took hold of the world practically, and made it a business
to do away with old evils, and build up a kingdom more enlarged, and
kindly, and pure,--more spiritual than the earth had seen before.

But how apply these thoughts to business now,--how insist upon fervor of
spirit in pursuits whose aim is money-making; and, on our own principles,
is not the spirit of trade itself the thing needed? We reply that
money-making of itself is not the proper or the general end of trade, but
only a means to a higher end. Trade is one of the essential forms of
industry, and a true man will pursue it that he may do his part well in
the world, and care well for all who depend upon or who justly claim his
care. Money is one step in the process, not the end, and that man is a
poor creature, below even the common worldly standard, whose success,
instead of fixing his thoughts on his hoards, does not fill his mind and
heart with new hopes for his family and friends, and people his unromantic
counting-house with hovering images of his children and home, visions of
ampler culture and nobler charities. Leaving out of the account some
miserable creatures, who heap up gold for themselves, and crush their
heart under the heap, we must allow that there is much heart in trade, and
the better class of business men have kindly and elevated aims in view.
How much the arts and sciences, letters, philanthropy, and religion, owe
to the merchant, the whole career of commerce shows. Think of what trade
has done for the higher aims of society; study the fruits of commerce in
modern times; read of the Medici, the Roscoes, the Gurneys, and the noble
men in our land who have endowed our best institutions, and say what you
please of the miser, but say not a word against the true merchant. Justice
may be his ruling virtue, but mercy is not wholly absent, since
forgiveness is often called for, and no liberal merchant can be found who
cannot repeat honestly the prayer, "Forgive us our debts, as we forgive
our debtors." There is much heart in trade, yet not enough by any means,
and a cold worldliness sometimes gains ground with those worthy of better
things, and, in fact, desirous of better things. Men worthy of better
things become more superficial and ostentatious with time and increased
means, and, instead of acting independently and sensibly, join in vain
rivalry of a set of people, whose emptiness is proved every time their
mouths are opened. When shall the due check be found, and the true heart
abound, and the spirit be fervent indeed?

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We rest our answer upon the last clause of the apostle: "Serving the
Lord." It places before us distinctly the true end of life,--the service
of God, and insists upon our regarding this in the choice and conduct of
our business, so that it shall be a part of our religion. Does this seem
chimerical? Not so; for it is surely the only view of religion that
business men will consent to call practical. They think little of mere
professions, and judge of men by their doings. They make merry at the
thought of trusting a man's word, because he belongs to some specified
church; and they can quote too many cases of solemn persons who try to
trade upon their alleged piety, who seem to think long prayers an offset
to a little double dealing, and who, in more ways than one, shorten the
commandments to piece out the catechism. Such judgment is well, only let
it be consistent, and teach the judging party to look well to its ways,
and lay hold of the substance in disgust at the mere shadow.

Here is the liberal and strict doctrine: that all of life is under God's
government, and should be conformed to the order of His law and
Providence. Our business is part of our life, and should bear upon its
highest spiritual interest. Any principle short of this is utter
worldliness, and any principle that goes further than this, and shuts
religion up in creeds and forms, is bigotry and superstition. The
principle comes to nothing, unless it shapes our plans, and we start and
go on with the resolution not to sacrifice true life in pursuit of the
means of living. It comes to nothing, unless we follow a plan which makes
a business of religion, instead of a religion of business, and insists
upon a daily method which will give the mind and heart its due, careful
quite as much of the claims of home affections, refined tastes, and
elevating thoughts, as of the price-current and the market-place. Business
is full of stubborn facts, and the true service of God or religion must
be made as stubborn a fact as any of them, and keep its ground for all
honesty, and purity, and kindness, and fidelity. It may be done, and the
very method and energy trained in practical affairs may complete the plan
of true living, and make and keep a place in the heart for home and
friends, for humanity and God.

Is there not imperious call for such service,--for a decided stand in
behalf of the moral and spiritual interests of our being? If men are ever
so successful, how poor their success is apart from generous and Christian
aims,--how poor is wealth, if it is only the means of a demoralizing
extravagance, and he who began life as an industrious worker sinks into a
swollen Sybarite, pampering his daughters into simpering, vaporing
fashionists, and his sons into dainty, inefficient, good-for-nothing
spendthrifts. How noble, on the other hand, is success, when it helps out
worthy aims; and the friend of arts and letters, charity and piety, it
gives peace to the soul in rendering service to God. If success do not
come, and reverses follow, how essential is the stronghold of faith and
peace, which will not fail to keep a man safe from the worst evil if he
has faithfully kept himself within its covert. For the demands of either
fortune, as well as for the good, not temporal but eternal, men are called
to add to their diligence in business fervor of spirit in the service of
God.

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Street-preaching is, we are told, to be the order of the day, and the poor
and neglected are to hear the Word from lips before strange to them. Not
only in the haunts of the miserable, and the streets narrow and wretched,
is such ministry needed. Many a street, stately with warehouses and banks,
needs more than any thing a voice that can reach the heart, and enlist the
chiefs of business in a service better than luxury and worldliness. No
revival is more demanded than the conversion of the votaries of wealth,
not to some new creed or mannerism, but to a true and godly way of life.
In some way this must be done, and God must have the sagacity and force
for his own cause which are so often in bondage to the world. His spirit
must breathe new life along the great arteries of trade, and make men
better without making them less strong, multiplying the examples of
characters like Gurney the banker, devout and charitable without ceasing
to be shrewd, or, like Peel the statesman, using the comprehensive
judgment, learned in practical business, for the welfare of his country
and the glory of God. We need and must have a new order of men, and of
their coming many bright signs appear,--men at once practical and
spiritual, knowing well the world and its ways; not to be its servants,
but to subdue its fierce forces into obedience to the kingdom not of this
world. There are dreamers enough, and drudges enough. The want is of men
with eyes wide open, and hearts quick and true. In no age more than ours
has the deep need and earnest hope of society better interpreted the
apostle's definition of a truly practical man, "Not slothful in business,
fervent in spirit, serving the Lord."

God himself seems to stoop from heaven and show the worth of this
character, in showing in himself the grand archetype of the practical
mind. Nearer he comes, and reveals in all powers and laws, in the light,
and air, and rain, in tree and rock, in earth and man, the working of his
mind. He tells us anew, that he made the world, and that we find out the
wisdom of his work, as we learn to do our work wisely. With him the useful
goes with the lovely and the spiritual. Every dew-drop or sunbeam does a
mighty business for him, and shows his loveliness and illustrates his
service as it cheers the landscapes and helps the harvest. With reverence
be it spoken, yet with all confidence: the God in whose image we are made
is the eternal exemplar of the practical mind. In Christ we are followers
of him when we do all our work earnestly, spiritually, faithfully, under
his government; and open within our business a door into all the home
affections and friendly graces of the earth,--all the sweet charities and
blessed hopes of heaven.

Let not the thought lose itself in generalities. Our business men are
strong and earnest in many things, and are probably as enterprising and
efficient as any set of men in the world. Merchants, do you hold precious
your written obligations? What of the unwritten? What would your credit be
if you slighted your business promises as you often slight your Christian
obligations, and treated the world as you treat the moral and spiritual
interests of your home and church? Think seriously and do better. In
spirit and in truth as well as in energy, be "followers of God as dear
children."

Your pursuits train you to calculation; despise not the word, but keep it,
and weigh it well. It is a noble word, and the calculus is one line of the
Divine reason. God calculates,--he geometrizes--he seeks due proportion,
and number, and weight,--he counts time, and the round of the seasons; and
the paths of the planets point the days, even the seconds, on the
dial-plate of the heavens, and prove the punctuality of God. Calculate
well and as he does. The good Samaritan calculated when he took care of
the wounded man, and the priest calculated as he left him by the
road-side. Howard calculated when he gathered the statistics of
philanthropy, and Arnold calculated when he sold his country for gold and
ambition. Judas calculated when he betrayed his Master for the pieces of
silver, and Jesus calculated when he asked, "What does it profit a man if
he gain the whole world and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in
exchange for his soul?"

Among the great facts of our welfare, place the mind and heart, home
affections, heavenward thoughts, and our business will have new blessings
from Him whom we serve.




Summer in the Country.




SUMMER IN THE COUNTRY.


That was a beautiful and expressive ordinance of the Old Dispensation
which enjoined a rural festival upon the conscience of the faithful. Every
year the whole nation were ordered to pass a week in rural bowers woven of
the boughs of goodly trees, in remembrance of the time when their fathers
dwelt in the wilderness, and God led them to the Land of Promise. By the
Israelites, the ancient festival is still remembered, and one of the most
gifted of their modern writers thus describes its observance in Southern
Europe.

"Large branches of the palm and cedar, the willow, acacia and the oak, cut
so as to prevent their withering for the seven days, formed the walls of
the tent; their leaves intermingling overhead so as to form a shelter, and
yet permit the beautiful blue of the heavens to peep within. Flowers of
every shade and scent formed a bordering within, and bouquets, richly and
tastefully arranged, placed in vases, filled with scented earth, hung from
the branches forming the roof. Fruit, too, was there,--the purple grape,
the ripe, red orange, the paler lemon, the lime, the pomegranate, the
citron."

This festival in its ancient form, Christians do not observe, although we
may see some of its traces in the camp-meetings of Methodism and in the
evergreen boughs of Catholicism. Yet its essential idea should, and does
remain. Each year we are sadly dull and worldly, if the luxuriance of
summer does not lift our thoughts to Him who sustained our fathers in
their hard conflict with rude nature, and enabled them to change the
savage wilderness into fertile fields, and peaceful groves. Grovelling
indeed we are, if, upon our return from the pleasant retreats where we
have sought rest and recreation, we cannot bring back some grateful
remembrances of what we have seen and enjoyed in rural places.

The old festival, kept as it was by the whole nation at Jerusalem, in
green tents, was a kind of annual consecration of the relation between the
city and the country. Thus the feast had at once a special and an
universal meaning. The bigot may have thought only of the years of
wandering, when, in nomad tents, the chosen race escaped from their
oppressors. But more enlarged and sensitive minds, of the race of David
and Isaiah, interpreted the season far more generously; and we are assured
by the presence of Him who went from Nazareth to take part in the scene,
that some eyes looked upon those rural tabernacles which stood among the
streets of Jerusalem, as emblems of the permanent relations which man
should sustain to nature,--of the constant ministry of the works of God to
man.

Our topic now is the relation between the town and the country, especially
the power of rural life upon them who dwell in cities.

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We consider first the various objects which present themselves for
contemplation. Cowper's contrast may have been too strong, when he said
that "God made the country, and man made the town," for, in both places,
we are surrounded by the works of God and man. The farm, as well as the
busy street, shows what human toil can do, and they that live in cities
are in themselves, and in the plenty that sustains them, constant proofs
of the bounty of God; whilst upon all places the sunshine and the rain do
fall with equal mercy. Yet, in the country, we see more of nature in its
divine adaptations, less perverted by the artifices of man. The eye is not
limited by streets and walls to some narrow spot, nor is the landscape
curtailed of its breadth and beauty to suit the grasping policy of
traffic. Generally the hand of rural art and labor rather interprets than
obscures the plan of nature. The regions well cultivated are often the
most picturesque, and at once charm by their scenery, and instruct by
their varied uses and adaptations. We see man in just relations towards
the soil as its cultivator, and towards the animal world as their master
and friend. He lives in close sympathy with the heavens, the earth, the
animated tribes. The sun in its rise, and course, and setting, counts to
him the hours, and divides his times of labor and repose. He breathes the
air as the Creator mingled it, and draws from the soil something of that
quickening, vital force, which the great Mother never refuses to her
children, who seek her. He enlarges the circle of his friendships more
widely even than in metropolitan coteries, and has friends among birds and
fowls; while, with the sheep, and horse, and ox, as well as with kindly
neighbors, he can keep company. He is daily called to see the harmonious
plan of the universe, the co-operation between light, and air, and rain,
and dew, between all elements and all creatures in the universe of God. In
fact, apart from any philosophical curiosity, the very necessity of his
calling must make him not a little a sage in the observation of nature.
When science is added to observation, the greater, of course, the
privilege of his position, the more readily does he unlock the treasures
around him, and his rural hours may be hours of favored vision, nay, of
sacred communion.

But is not man the crown of nature? and where is man to be found in such
perfection, as in the great centres where men congregate? If we would be
wise, why not seek the great multitude and dwell most among the crowd? I
will not disparage city life as a school of instruction in the science of
human nature. He who knows nothing of the great market-places, and social
resorts of his race, is ignorant certainly of our nature under very
important aspects. But to be constantly mingling with men, is a very
different thing from the true knowledge of man. The judicious analysis of
a few characters will teach more wisdom than a superficial observation of
ten thousand passers by, just as the dissection of a plant or an animal
shows more of its structure than a glance at a whole kingdom or continent
frequented by the same tribes. Human nature may be wisely studied wherever
it is to be found, and if extent, as well as sharpness of observation is
essential, we must remember that all men do not live in cities; that the
country has its own forms of humanity; and moreover, that they who dwell
among the great crowd, learn best in more quiet scenes to judge of the
true meaning of the bustling life around them; and they that are wisest in
their views of the busy town, are they who have been able to survey its
characters and circumstances frequently, from the commanding elevation and
distance of rural retirement.

Men and their arts, indeed, appear in utmost number and force in cities;
but without the constant reinforcements from the country, the tribute of
fresh energy and enterprise, the products of mechanical ingenuity, and of
agricultural labor, the metropolis would soon languish, deprived at once
of its daily bread, and its best intellectual resources. Even the
beautiful arts, which adorn the homes and halls of cities, appeal to an
eye and taste that ought to be well schooled in the observation of nature,
and the canvas can never reveal its best meaning to minds conversant only
with crowded streets and busy marts. If we must go to the city to see the
gathered treasures of rural labor and skill, we must go to the country to
learn to comprehend the affluence of the city, to understand the secret of
its wealth, and to interpret the wonders of its useful and beautiful
arts.

Surely, then, we cannot but recognize the worth of the country in respect
to the objects which it presents. Its beauty, although in some measure
expressive of the work of man's hand, is most eloquent with the glory of
God. Its plainest utilities bloom into loveliness, and to a devout ear
sing out in anthems. Its wealth speaks less of man's arrogance than of
heaven's bounty. We might institute in this respect a comparison between
the pursuits of men in town and country. They are in both situations
toiling for gain, and in both cases more or less in competition with men,
and in contact with natural laws. But in the country, men depend less upon
shrewd bargaining, and far more upon the direct return of their labor in
the products of the soil. They deal more directly with their Creator, and
there is more constancy and security, if not so much excitement of hope
and fear in their gains. Refreshing and instructive it is for those whose
business habits lead them to look upon the chances of traffic as the
source of wealth, to learn for themselves how much stronger security the
Creator has given for the sustenance of man; and important as are finance
and traffic, the best treasures of man come from the soil in return for
his skill and industry. Surely the pursuits most habitual in rural life
teach many a sober lesson to men fevered with the competitions of traffic.
We might show also that the country may afford quite as valuable hints in
the simplicity of its pleasures, as in the sobriety of its industry. They
who are in the habit of regarding enjoyment as the result of some costly
dissipation, need to learn of nature a stern, yet blessed lesson, and
find that true happiness is not a far-fetched luxury, but is very near us,
when we live near to God, and true to his laws. Wretched are they who make
of their seasons of recreation but a new round of dissipation, and repeat
the orgies of the winter in the retreats of the summer!

       *       *       *       *       *

It is often asked whether life in the town or the country is, on the
whole, most favorable to the formation of character,--the pursuit of true
wisdom, virtue, happiness. Without being obliged to take either side of
the question, it is sufficient at present to urge the importance of
guarding against the peculiar exposures of each condition; and especially,
of urging people of the town to look well to the sins that beset them, and
seek in the broad fields truths that they need in their own homes.

They live in the midst of excitement and need sobriety. If they have more
intensity, they have also more fever of mind, and may take counsel wisely
of those whose temper is more serene, if, perhaps, sometimes more
sluggish, and whose habits are likely to be more equable, if in danger of
becoming sometimes monotonous. We absolutely need the influence of rural
life to soothe our spirits and calm our nerves. The pulse itself abates
its fevered beat, and the heart is quieted down into harmony with the
gentler pulse of nature. If the town offers stimulus to the visitor from
the country, the country repays the gift by giving calmness, and thus the
power of new energy to the visitor from the city.

A serene frame of body and mind is certainly one requisite of wisdom, and
not the only requisite which rural life favors. We need to look beyond the
horizon of fashion and conventionality, which we are so apt to mistake for
the entire world, and correct our observations by careful notes of those
forms of rural life, which, after all our city pride, we must regard as
most expressive of the common lot of man in all nations and ages. The man
who sums up all his views of rural manners in the contemptuous word
_countrified_, will do well to remember that there is not a little reason
to form a more contemptuous word in reference to such persons as himself,
and call the <DW2>, who mistakes his circle of loiterers for the human race,
and his haunts of folly for the world of wisdom, as sillier than the
simplest rustic, farther from the true mark in being _citified_ than the
latter in being _countrified_. They that dwell in crowds very easily
become very knowing, but not necessarily wise. They that frequent the
haunts of vice and frivolity learn many things that do but add to their
folly. They do not view life in its best aspects and true aims, nor
interpret it as its Divine Author teaches. Even those whose minds are open
to the true science of humanity, need to flee from the crowd to ponder
soberly upon its lessons. In the busy world, they are constantly finding
seeds of thought, but in a far less troubled soil these seeds must be
nurtured and matured. Probably the wisest meditations upon man, society,
Providence, have been engaged in by persons well taught indeed in the ways
of the great world, but ruminating in quiet upon its teachings, and
correcting the prejudices of the hour by the sober reasonings of calmer
scenes and influences. To such truthful judgment of distant things
surveyed from its serener retreats, rural life adds a wisdom peculiarly
its own,--a wisdom such as Solomon so sagaciously incorporated in his
proverbs, and Jesus so divinely presented in his parables.

It would not be difficult to show the happy influence of familiarity with
the country in teaching lessons of virtue--in bracing the frame for
hardier labors--in urging the worth of the lesser ethics of frugality and
economy, and the higher morals of true manliness and godliness. Virtue is
moral strength, and is taught in every school that strengthens the moral
energies. The genial air and simple habits of rural life favor manly
fortitude, and a manly spirit. Poor would be the future prospects of our
nation if they rested wholly with the dwarfed and fevered offspring of our
cities. Our people would ere long lose their place among the nations, and
would drop their heads in shame in comparison with men trained in hardy
sports and healthful labors, as the yeomanry and gentry of England.
Religion itself, which is the crown of true manliness, would languish if
there were no more check to vice and skepticism than the check, strong
indeed as it is, which metropolitan churches afford. How wonderfully the
power of faith among the peasants of La Vendee withstood the sneers and
threats of Paris, with its armed bands of Atheists in the great
convulsion, when priests became scoffers and churches were places of
rioting! How nobly our own churches have been favored by the words and
thoughts of elect minds devoted to God and his truth, in peaceful villages
away from the crowded marts! Where would the pulpit find the teachers that
are needed, if its sole dependence were upon the youth reared in cities? I
could not but think much of the power of rural life in raising up vigorous
and independent preachers, whilst I was enjoying a few weeks of recreation
in the lovely town in which President Dwight prepared himself for his more
conspicuous ministry at New Haven. I have rambled with delight again and
again over that noble Greenfield Hill, which he celebrated in a poem, and
have not wondered that the vast and charming prospect, ranging as it does
from the broad waters of Long Island Sound to the peak of the Catskill
Mountains, should have made something of a poet of a theologian, sometimes
so remorseless a logician. May we not see, however, in his theological
works, and still more in the pages of his mighty predecessor in theology,
Edwards, of Northampton, who, too, dwelt among scenes of singular beauty,
ample proofs that nature never deserts her votaries, nor fails to breathe
into them a spirit of beauty, that can live, after the harsh dogmas have
perished like the husks that inclose the grain for the harvest.

I would not disparage our town life, nor call it by any means godless. It
is happy in being able to command so many resources, happy in being able
to ally to itself so many influences not its own. Where there are souls
there God may be known, and where learning and experience gather their
treasure; we may find light upon the ways of God and his Providence. But
very poorly do we study this manifold creation, and the word of its
Creator, if we limit our horizon to the streets and walls, and business
and pleasure even of the greatest metropolis. The Bible itself--that book
so full of the poetry of nature--from its first to its last chapter, from
the Old Eden to the New Jerusalem exhaling the fragrance of fields and
breathing the genial air of rivers and mountains,--lifting the soul to God
by the contemplation of his works,--the Bible is a sealed book to us, if
we do not always read its parallel revelation in the heavens and upon the
earth. There is an expression in nature which must be caught, like that on
a friend's countenance, from itself. Description is not enough, and the
best scientific analysis, however valuable as an aid, is but a poor
substitute for the original reality. God speaks to us still in his works,
and what prophets and bards of old have heard, we may now hear. We may
hear it perhaps all the more eagerly for the comparative rarity of the
privilege. They that are trained in cities wisely yearn to breathe the
country air, and in its diviner meaning, interpret the landscape. Pastoral
poets and rural philosophers find their fondest admirers in such minds.
Who has exercised this blessed ministry of the interpretation of nature
better than Wordsworth, poet and philosopher at once as he is? With all
their exquisite refinement, and their sometimes mystical sentiment, his
poems are tinted with the hues of sky and mountain, lake and meadow,
eloquent with the voices of the seasons, breathing the calm spirit of
nature in its pleadings with the rebel temper of man. In how many of us
they awaken blessed remembrances of our childhood, refresh us in our worn,
anxious, and weary life as with the gush of living waters, and the sight
of grassy meadows! Kind Heaven would not have us lose the companionship of
nature, and has given us elect minds as well as glorious scenery to be its
interpretation. There is peace as well as power in listening to such
ministries. Nor do I fear to place upon this list, those men who have
brought a fine taste and genial humility to the culture and adornment of
the soil, the improvement of rural architecture and landscape gardening!
What name deserves more grateful mention than that of Downing, that lover
of nature and of the art that best interprets her ideal. I know of no
village which does not bear directly or indirectly some mark of his mind,
in the form of a cottage or school-house, or a garden devised after his
idea. He has brought out the wealth of our forests, and in our summer
retreat, many a tree that else had been cramped and hidden in the swamp
has whispered his requiem to our ears.

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The course of thought which I have pursued regarding the objects and
influences of country life, will find an answer in many of my city
readers. We need no tent of green branches to quicken our remembrance of
Heaven's bounty to us and our fathers in our relations to rural scenes.
Our memory has a leafy arbor of unfading foliage, in which we may every
day celebrate God's goodness to us in the gift of so noble a heritage,
where we dwell and where we may visit.

It is not well to conclude these thoughts upon the influence of scenes
upon character without urging home the truth, that our ruling principle is
the main index and source of character; and he is sadly deluded who trusts
to any position to secure his virtue or to excuse his vices. Apt enough we
are to be discontented with our lot, and to burden fate or Providence with
the blame that is our own. We imagine some more favored condition to be
the sure warranty of success and worth. He who lives among the crowd
ascribes to their example his vices, and he who lives among the fields
refers his rudeness to want of better opportunity. Older than the Satire
of Horace on human discontent is the wish of man for change of fortune,
even as old as man himself. Better for him to make the best of what he
has, and find his content thus keeping pace with his progress.

He that dwells in the country, while he should use every opportunity for
enlarging his circle of experience by travel, must take heed lest he
slight the privileges of his own position. He may fall into the vices of
the town among the simpler habits of his neighbors, and be eaten at heart
by the worst passion while breathing the purest airs of heaven. He must
learn simple truth of a power above man, or nature will not save him from
corruption.

He who lives in the city need not ascribe the evil that he suffers solely
to circumstances, nor expect mental enlargement as the consequence of a
cosmopolitan home. He must keep true simplicity in the midst of artificial
conventions, and may narrow himself into an earthworm in the midst of the
men and the culture of all climes and nations. He may be in bondage to a
metropolitan mannerism which is quite as slavish as any provincial
prejudice, and full as far short of a wise humanity as of a genuine faith.

Better counsel do we need than crowds can teach or nature alone can
unfold. Wherever we dwell, we are to look to a kingdom not of this world,
and by communion with its sovereign Head, elect Messiah and sainted
intellects, we are to confirm what is best on earth by what is most
gracious on high.

Still, though only in thought, need we weave our green bowers to tell us
of the ancient march through the wilderness to the promised land, for
still are we on our pilgrimage. Wisely do we keep the feast of tabernacles
when we erect them at once in our remembrance and hope, looking upon the
emblems of God's love for us in the past as the assurance of his love when
the soul shall reach the river whose waters never fail, and rest beneath
the tree of life whose leaf never fades, whose fruit never withers.

_August._




Returning Home.




RETURNING HOME.


Two commands God gave in the beginning and is always giving to his
creatures. He bids them go forth and return, and the lives of all beings
are divided between the two. The history of every man is but another
version of the words, "He went forth and he returned." All his enterprises
and all his results may be thus simply described.

It is so common, especially in our restless time, to dwell upon the more
adventurous change, that the milder is apt to be slighted, and, bent upon
advancing, we make too little account of return as a primal law of life.
How can we fail to see it written on all things that God has made? It may
be read upon every dew-drop whose summons back to the heavens the morning
sunshine brings, and upon every flower whose gorgeous petals signal its
triumph, and herald the retreat of its vital forces to the earth whence
they came. Every rising wave murmurs also of an ebbing tide, and every
beat of the pulse sends back as well as forward the current of life. The
heavens--they bear majestic witness of Him who rules their hosts. The
stars are ever returning upon their courses, and marking the seasons that
time the periods of man. Insect, bird, and beast, follow instinctively the
same great law; by their transformations, migrations and quickened or
diminished vitality, they turn in the recurrent cycles in which all things
have their round. In all ages, thinking minds have been impressed with
this great fact. We see the impression in the early memorials of sober
thought. The wise preacher brooded over it, as he spoke of winds and
waters returning on their path and of there being nothing new under the
sun. It haunted the visions of the sages of the Nile, and stands out to
the eye in that serpent symbol which teaches from tombs and temples the
circle of eternity.

Feeling themselves sometimes swept away upon this great current of events,
inclosed in this serpent-fold of destiny, men have lost their proper sense
of responsibility and sunk down into a passive fatalism. From this torpor
God would ever arouse us, and have us see in the return, as in the going
forth, the same providential plan--the same sphere of duty and privilege.

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How full of privilege is this recurrent aspect of things! Led by the hosts
of heaven, the seasons walk their benign round, and in their course they
are ever renewing most delightful relations of life. In the calendar of
nature there are far more festivals than fasts, and, to a well-taught
mind, the recurrence of the sadder times and scenes of the year brings
thoughts more blessed than the world's reckless feasting. Spring and
summer are always new and always cheering, whilst autumn and winter teach
lessons and may nurture affections more precious than their gayer
treasures. The text of nature has ever a marginal commentary taken from
the book of the heart; and as the text is read and re-read, the commentary
grows in size and interest, for each year's repeated interviews reveal
nature and the heart more fully to each other, and give variety ever fresh
to a friendship constant as the law of God. The great universe was made,
we must believe, more for the home of rational souls than for the
playground of giant masses and powers of matter. What aspect of its
vastness is more tender than that which exhibits its majestic changes as
waiting upon the discipline and affections of God's children; the great
sun lighting the laborer to his work, and then withdrawing its light to
send him to the welcome of his home and the peace of his pillow; the whole
starry host joining together to make and mark the days and months whose
returning recalls some pleasant face of life and Providence, makes
childhood glad, or age peaceful.

Man himself has in his own being a periodicity corresponding with the
cycles of nature. His active energies, his sensibilities, social and
devout, his intellectual powers, have their recurrent periods. He is
strangely ignorant of his own nature, who has not learned that there are
times and tides within his own soul as well as with seas and stars. The
plan of the benign Deity for him seems to be such as to secure at once
constancy, and variety, and progress.

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Note well the constancy which God, the Ever Faithful and True, ordains for
man by the recurrent order of his lot. He will not have life a chaos of
scattered fragments, nor a stray meteor that follows no orbit. It must
have its periods of outgoing and return. Whatever be our home, the object
of our love or care, to that we must ever recur; and however capricious
the humors, or eventful the career, every man's life falls into a certain
circuit, and every heart revolves in some orbit by a law as sure as that
which guides Arcturus and Orion. Man, indeed, may be so perverse as to
abuse the law, but he cannot repeal it. He may give his heart to evil, and
make his home with wickedness; but wherever he makes it, there this law
finds him, and, in a round of habit good or bad, returns him after every
wandering to his own place. Securing thus the constancy of his Providence,
God teaches us to see the moral significance of the law of return. What a
lesson is here upon the force of habit! Its power comes from God's own
constancy, and woe to the man who inverts his nature so sadly, that evil
instead of good walks in the appointed circuit. Every vice into which he
falls constantly returns upon him, like the circling waters of the
whirlpool, which run round and round until lost in the dark deep. Every
good which he loves, every truth he accepts, every charity he cherishes,
follows the same law; circling in the ascending order, like the vine that
twines round and round its trellis, to lift its leaves and fruit into the
upper air and light. The law of habit we cannot repeal, but our use of it
depends upon ourselves. It is like the tides, which wait not our bidding
to rise or fall, but which leave us free to launch wisdom and industry, or
folly and rapine, upon their waters. The law says that man must return in
his course. He must go home. Let a true life interpret the benignity of
this Divine constancy.

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Consider, also, the variety which comes from the action of this law. The
interest of existence depends in great measure upon a due proportion of
constancy and variety. Were there no uniformity, the world would be chaos,
society Babel, and thought madness; there could be no external stability,
no intellectual consistency; the senses would recognize no familiar
things, and memory could make no reliable record. Such a condition is
hardly conceivable; although feuds and wars sometimes so disturb the
stability of life as to give some idea of the fatal effect of such
disorder. Without variety, moreover, the Divine plan would also be broken,
and a dreary monotony would brood over paradise itself. Benign Heaven has
blended the two elements in our lot, so that perhaps our highest pleasure
consists in the return of familiar blessings with varied
circumstances;--not in absolute novelty or absolute permanence, but in
scenes, friends, and pursuits ever constant and ever new. Who does not
know this kindly mingling of joys? What traveller is there in distant
lands--lands which his boyish fancy has so long yearned to see--who does
not feel more delight in the return than in the going away? No matter what
beauties or sublimities of nature and art may have feasted sense and soul,
the fairest sight is his own familiar home and friends,--the sublimest
thought is of the God who guarded his childhood, and whose presence he
feels more deeply as the guardian of his dwelling, than as the dread Being
who piled up the Alps and poured out the oceans. In any aspect of the
case, it is recurrence with variety that gives our being much of its
finest zest. To talk with cherished friends after absence, to revisit
familiar scenes and meditate on times past and present; to perform, under
new influences and encouragements, the accustomed round of duty; how much
of freshest satisfaction is thus found! It is the best novelty and the
truest constancy. Old things are made new by the fresh spirit infused into
them, and that which the apostle states as the feeling of a first convert
to the Gospel, becomes a permanent aspect of life,--"Old things are passed
away, and all things are become new."

Happy the man who understands self-discipline, so as to secure this charm,
and mingle constancy and variety in his pursuits. He will divide days and
years in such a way that life shall be ever more constant and more fresh.
No servile drudge to worldly care, no capricious pleasure-seeker who is
always uneasy, because always sated, he will be a faithful worker and a
cheerful friend, stronger for work by recreation, the wiser for enjoyment
by his work,--filling his time with such varied uses, that recurrent
duties shall be welcome to him each in its time, and every day's life
illustrate in some way the varied uniformity of God's plan for nature and
humanity. Great obstacles, we know, lie in the way of such order; for care
is often too imperious and protracted, and pleasure too engrossing, to
make true method easy; but the obstacles yield before a just purpose, and,
in the end, every man is the artificer of his habits. He can make his life
constant to its appointed round, and varied in its constancy.

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So God teaches us the moral significance of the law of return, by showing
its bearing on the stability and freshness that give charm to our days.
Yet more, he teaches us to find in it the true law of progress. He bids us
return, but not the same, nor to the same,--he bids us return better or
worse, and to a state of things better or worse. This is a necessity, and
we are called to make it a happy necessity. Not in a circle of absolute
uniformity, but in a rounding path, in a spiral course, we wind our way
upward or downward,--our way turning indeed ever upon itself, yet at a
higher or lower mark. The very structure of language indicates that true
progress is the returning of the mind towards its previous experience.
What is the accumulation of knowledge but remembering the facts of
previous observation? What is wisdom but the fruit of reflection, or
turning thought backward upon its course? What is repentance but
conscience revising past errors? What is reformation but the whole man
returning to himself and to God? It is progress that gives its most
cheering aspect to the recurrent order of life.

Return then to thine own home as each day, or week, or season repeats the
decree. Return to do better than you have ever done,--to see more clearly
than before the demands of your position, the errors of your way of
living, your indifference, perhaps unkindness, towards those who daily
look to you for a nurture, better than that of perishing bread. Return to
thine own house, and consider whether among the guests there welcomed, the
only abiding Comforter is entertained, and the good angels that go with
him are not shut out. Return with thought more free to see things as they
are from your temporary absence from the trammels of routine, with
affections fresh from nearer companionship with nature, with powers
renewed for the sober work of life. Let fortune smile or frown more than
of old, make sure of your own soul, and do better than you have done.

Constant and varied in many respects our life must be. God bids us add
progress to the constancy and variety that he has decreed. True to him,
our days in their returning order, their various events, their steady
progress, shall go forward, like the march of the faithful host to the
promised land, their step responsive, their way opening new attractions,
their course ever onward, and above them, swelling sweet and clear, that
glorious psalm of jubilee, which in its rhythmic verse and progressive
flow ever returns upon the same rapturous burden, and repeats the
hallowed anthem, "His mercy endureth for ever."

Let this be our spirit, and we shall know how wonderfully God reconciles
two things apparently contradictory; we shall know, that the greater our
progress, the surer our return,--that more and more the blessed scenes and
friends of early days shall come back to us. Memory shall mate with hope
to cheer us, and the evening of life shall add to its own tranquil beauty
the fairest charms from the morning of our days. The aged man turns ever
fondly to his childhood, and may enter the kingdom of heaven like a little
child, even before death unlocks its gates of eternity.

What a thought here opens--opens to us as we return to our homes, and
think of some who return no more! Beyond these homes, the orbit of our
being reaches, and one, nay, many call to us, "Come." Over the grave the
decree is still more solemnly heard. The words, "Thou sayest, return, ye
children of men," mean more, far, than "dust to dust." "Return, ye
children of men." "Dust to the dust whence it was,--the spirit to God who
gave it."

Christ repeats the call in more than the Hebrew's faith, in more, far more
than the philosopher's hope. Futurity as revealed by him is the way
homeward to Him from whom our being came,--to all the faithful and lovely,
who have blessed man and glorified God. We will not scorn the
philosopher's hope of earthly cycles recurring in progressive order, until
our globe bears the perfected harvest of a truer civilization, and all
nature comes to herself. This hope is well, but does not go far enough. As
we and those dear to us leave the earth, we crave word of a return more
blessed than any dream of earthly kingdoms and ages. We crave what God has
given us. The soul about to go into a region by itself unexplored, yearns
to know that the path is not to night and nothingness, but is a return and
more than a return to God, the Eternal Father, and to the mansions that
gather from all earthly homes their purest treasures, and transfigure them
in the light of heaven.

_September._




The Church in the House.




THE CHURCH IN THE HOUSE.


In his letter to Philemon St. Paul salutes "the church in thy house," and
thus brings home to us a fact which is too often put a great way off. He
brings the church into the house, and thus makes an every-day reality of
an institution, which is thought to belong to the disputed territory where
controversialists quarrel, or the close walls where priestcraft rules. The
church, what is it? many are virtually ready to ask. Is it a certain style
of edifice, or platform of opinion, or set of ceremonies or band of
officials? In the apostle's mind, surely it was a very tangible fact, and
he closes his letter so full of friendly remembrance and delicate courtesy
with an affectionate message to the church in his correspondent's house.
He meant, of course, by the church the Christian people under Philemon's
roof, whether those who lived there constantly or those who came to
worship occasionally. The same greeting is several times repeated in
Paul's letters, and fitly guides us in some thoughts on practising
Christianity at home, or the Church in the House. We would show that.--

  There should be a church in every house,
  What makes it a true church in itself,
  And how it may be true to the church universal.

There should be a church in every house. Nay, we might indeed say, that
there must be one there, unless the people are heathen or infidels. A
church is a society of Christians for Christian purposes, and it is not
easy to see how any worthy family can fail to answer to this large
definition, if they will only think of it. Is not the compact which united
the heads of the family to each other, and pledged them to their children,
a Christian compact, expressly sanctioned by religion, as well as by civil
law? Can the compact be kept in any tolerable sense without Christian
influences, and is it not expected as a matter of course, that every house
shall possess those standards of faith and practice, those Scriptures,
which set forth Christ as Saviour and mark his people as his own? Is not
all that is done in piety and charity within the household, as far as it
goes, a ministration of Christianity? We certainly might justly take
offence, if it were said of us, that the apostle's salutation could have
no sort of application to our home, on the ground, that there is nothing
distinctively Christian there. In all proper humility, consider how we
have been educated, what books, what teachers we have enjoyed, what
influences we have won from the great thoughts and great institutions of
Christendom, what convictions we have tried to cherish amidst all our
cares and changes;--consider these things, and would it be right to say
that there is nothing Christian at home, nothing of the church there? Some
families may indeed seem to be very worldly, almost godless; yet even they
are likely to have among them, however unworthily; some traces of
Christian institutions, and within their desecrated roof the Bible with
its glad tidings, and memory with its treasured wisdom, and conscience
with undying witness, still speak of God and Christ, and so far the place
is holy ground.

If thus in some sense there must be something of the church in every
household not utterly depraved, is it not well to give importance to the
fact, that what must be in _some_ way should be in the right way? Many men
have been Christians without knowing it, and many families have been
churches without thinking of it. All simple, unconscious goodness is to be
honored; but it is not so frequent as to make conscious effort dangerous,
nor will the most beautiful and spontaneous piety lose any of its grace by
opening its eyes fully to what is to be done. Let the spheres of our life
be distinctly seen, and the affections will be all the freer and fresher
for the clear vision. Let it be distinctly seen, that they who live in one
household, by that fact stand in close relations to each other, and have a
faith to cherish and a work to do. Let it be seen, that the family was the
oldest church holding its worship before temples were built or priesthoods
formed, and that the true temple and the true priesthood, instead of
repealing, do but consecrate anew the patriarchal church, and Moses and
Jesus both give new power and beauty to the covenant with Abraham and the
individual family.

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Let there be a church then in every house. We now add, let it be a true
one. What makes it such, do any ask? The apostle's benediction is a
sufficient reply. To the church in thy house, grace to you and peace from
God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Grace and peace: these are the
true consecration of the household. Grace, bringing into all souls the
riches of God's favor, and winning them to him through a heavenly
faith,--peace, drawing all hearts into unity, and harmonizing all labors
by one ruling love. Grace--this comprises all that Jesus came to give to
men, all the divine life that he would impart. Its source is God's own
Spirit, his wisdom, his power, his mercy--and there is no way of defining
it so good as the simple gospel way. Consider what was in Jesus, and what
he gave to those that trusted in him, such a sense of God's being and
goodness, such life of the soul, such assurance of a divine kingdom both
present and future, such consecration of all faculties by one
comprehensive faith,--consider this, and we best discern what grace is,
and how it gives vigor and beauty to the household as to the individual.
Its source is in God, but it is to be received by the soul's own will, and
to open the soul to its influence has been the great effort of all worthy
theologies, creeds, worship, ministers. We would not disparage any of
them, while we do plead earnestly for the importance of the church in the
house, with its own peculiar means of grace, its affections so demanding
to be confirmed by a love that is divine, its pleasures so readily opening
the soul to gratitude, its sacrifices so full of blessing when devoutly
rendered, its labors so rich in the fruits of the Spirit when springing
from a root of faith, its vicissitudes so eloquent in providential
lessons, its memories so full of caution, its hopes so thirsting for
immortality. God surely has opened in our homes precious means of grace,
and blessed are they who by prayer uttered or unuttered--by devout trust
spoken or unspoken, use these means sacredly as in the church of Christ! A
transforming spirit will be at work there, and will transfigure all its
experience by a divine light, and consecrate all its various gifts and
faculties by a divine power.

And in its train peace will come--not merely the quiet that checks harsh
words, and regulates tumultuous cares; but the interior peace that
tranquillizes each mind without breaking down its force, and harmonizes
all diversities of talent and temperament without mutilating any nature.
Peace, as the corresponding Greek word teaches, is that which binds
together, and who needs this more than those whom God would bind together?
It is a great thing to have it, and it was a great triumph of Christianity
to give it. In some respects it was a greater triumph to win to living
unity the various tempers of the primitive Christian families, than it was
to subdue the empire of the Caesars into one confession of faith,--greater
certainly, inasmuch for various tempers to agree in all the numberless
points of daily contact is more than to agree in the one point of a
nominal belief. Paul, in defining the economy of the true church, began by
declaring, that there are diversities of gifts but the same spirit.
Blessed in many respects has been the comment of history upon that word of
inspiration! Who that has any sense of God's use of providential men, does
not adore the wisdom that has employed such various minds for the same
great purposes, and made history such a book of Providence, telling us of
the wise and good and mighty characters of insight or argument, learning
or eloquence, sensibility or daring, who have done their part to build up
the kingdom of God? The church is truer as this is better done, and all
differences of power combine in one work. Carry out this idea at home, and
what a sphere for that peace of God which would harmonize all diversities
by one good spirit!

In a worldly point of view shrewd men study the characters of their
families with something of this aim, and desire to see what their children
are best fitted to do, that they may choose such callings as shall bring
out their powers best for the wealth or dignity of the household. This
desire we are not quarrelling with, but enforcing a higher study of
character that seeks to look more deeply into the mind, and provide far
more thoroughly for the great work of life. Do not by any means fail to
discern the mathematician, the orator, the mechanic, the artist, the
farmer, or whatever else may be the varieties of talent in your family.
But discern also the various faculties and dispositions in a religious
point of view, that each may be duly guided, and all led to use their
various gifts in the true heart. See the tendencies that need to be
checked, and above all, those that need to be encouraged; and home
education will be a Christian nurture in the peace that passeth
understanding. Far more bountifully than many a kind-hearted but too
worldly parent thinks, has Providence enriched the house with gifts that
may be ministries. That boy whose restless impulse seems sometimes
wilfulness, needs your discriminate care to win his impulse to a noble
enthusiasm, and may be a reprobate if your neglect leaves him to his
passions or your violence stings him to retaliation. That girl so keenly
alive to what is pleasant to the eye and ear, may make of her native taste
a motive to every vanity, unless you train the sense of beauty into
reverence for the true loveliness and for the art that copies the
handiwork of God and makes life beautiful in making it holy. That keen
little reasoner who vexes you with so many strange questions, the doubting
Thomas of your fold, may be the chilling sceptic, unless he is encouraged
to be the thoughtful sage who can answer as well as ask. That sensitive
child who is so awake to religious impressions, whose choice reading is
hymns and Bible stories, and whose dreams upon the pillow seem often to be
in the sweet land of Beulah which so cheered Bunyan's Pilgrim, may by your
neglect become a morbid bigot, unless by your judicious sympathy she is
encouraged to become a healthful devotee, cheering and exalting the home
by that interior life that made Mary of Bethany love to sit at the feet of
Jesus, which filled with such holy quietude the heart of Jane Guyon, and
moved with such persuasive mercy the lips of Elizabeth Gurney and Mary
Ware.

We need not specify the varieties of character that require to be subdued
or encouraged to the same spirit. Blessed is the home where such peace is
found; and all are bound together in its unity! No cunning arts of mental
training, no formal systems new or old, no technical dogmas, no mechanical
ceremonials, much less can any cold worldly policy do this work. Grace and
peace must be sought from God the Father and our Lord Jesus Christ, and
our thoughts, and studies, and labors quite as much as our prayers, must
rest upon the rock of faith, and look to the blessing from above. Such
grace and peace at once give strength to the utilities and beauty to the
courtesies of the house, ruling its economy in a divine order, and
refining its manners by a tender humanity. There may be various creeds and
forms in the habits of the various members, yet all are harmonized by one
faith and charity.

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Such in brief is the true church in the house, and being such, instead of
petting any narrow familism it will best favor the church universal by
appreciating its office and helping its work.

It will appreciate its office, for what can better interpret the meaning
of Christian institutions than a faithful use of the social sphere, first
of all in time and importance? As we try to be wise and faithful in
matters nearest to us, how can we but cherish the wisdom kept by the
church for ages, and the sacred usages which appeal so tenderly to our
home feelings? How can we fail to honor the exposition of the Divine Word,
the lessons of public worship, and those various ministrations that take
such hold upon life as it is, whether to consecrate childhood into the
privileges of the Divine kingdom, to implore upon human love the Divine
blessing, to comfort the mourning, to rejoice with the happy, to
strengthen the dying with an immortal hope, or set forth the Resurrection
and the Life above the dust of the grave? For the sinful and the lonely,
indeed, the church universal has a tender and solemn voice, but it is not
for them alone. The city of God on earth which Jesus founded, has its best
offices for those who live together in the unity of the Spirit, and the
church in the house is a better interpreter of its riches of wisdom and
joy than any conclave of ghostly monks or assembly of keen scholastics.

Where such appreciation is found, true help will not be wanting. Helpers
to the church will go forth from the household, well trained to further
the various offices of general piety and charity. Every true family will
take due account of its own numbers, means, and gifts, to give its just
share of co-operation in every good word and work. Care for the poor,
light for the benighted, counsel for the young, strength to the
wavering--all will be duly given, and even the accomplishments that with
the worldling are means of giddy dissipation, or vain show, with the
Christian will be means of edification and comfort, so that winning
manners shall win souls to God, and voices tuned to melody shall breathe a
harmony not of this world, and give to the songs of Zion all the beauty of
holiness. The spirit of antiquated error shall feel the wholesome
renovation, and the fresh life of the church in the house shall go out
into theological schools and conventicles, purging away old superstitions
and carrying every where the catholicity of practical wisdom, wholesome
sensibilities, and earnest good-will. Thus it is that in the later ages
fountains of new power have been opened, and pure, genial home principles
and affections have done more than Luther's theses or John Knox's sermons
to drive monkery and all its brood of spectral charms and horrors from the
church visible, and the prospect of the church invisible, and thoroughly
to reform the creeds of men touching earth and heaven and hell. The end is
not yet, and a truer, more earnest and affectionate Christianity is to
carry out the great reformation and bring on a truer catholicity than the
world has ever seen.

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Thus we meditate upon the church in the house, its necessity, its true
character, its help to the church universal. The topic is itself its own
personal application. The great point is this, that at home we are to live
as members of a spiritual kingdom, and strive to infuse the spirit and
carry the order of that kingdom into the feelings and habits of the
household. Take this thought seriously to heart, cherish it in meditation
and prayer, how can it remain idle? By paths seen and unseen, the heavenly
grace earnestly sought, will enter into the economy of the family, and
save its peace from the war of hostile tempers and the inroads of a
domineering world. Wise, and kindly, and devout habits will be formed,
which make religion at once a spirit and a law, free without being wilful,
orderly without being mechanical, like the waters of Siloa that flowed
sparkling in that regular channel so framed by God from rock, and made
sweet will of their obedience to Him who holds the waters in the hollow of
his hand.

Such a household will have influences and associations peculiar to itself.
The sons will be manly and tender; the daughters will be gentle and
strong: parents and children in their mutual affections shall bring out
the finer harmonies of human life, that show God's goodness even more
deeply than the chants of the psalmist's choirs. As changes come, and the
years pass, treasured remembrances shall fill the home with images sacred
as the tablets and pictures of ancient chapels, and hopes more living than
monumental marble can record in solemn church-yards, shall proclaim the
resurrection and the life over the dead; the absent ones of the family
will in thought always, and, when they can, in person, make reverent
pilgrimage to the old hearth-stone; and they who die of that family,
wherever they close their eyes, will have in the cherished ministrations
of that church in the house the mightiest of all proofs of the eternal
home. The house made with hands opens into the eternal spheres, and its
own life repeats Christ's assurance of heavenly mansions. It will have a
ministry seen and a ministry unseen, one seen in gentle charities, the
other known by unseen influences.

  "Uttered not, yet comprehended
    Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,
  Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,
    Breathing from those lips of air."




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Transcriber's note:

Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_).

The following misprints have been corrected:
  "themseves" corrected to "themselves" (page 20)
  "diguise" corrected to "disguise" (page 107)
  "may" corrected to "many" (page 107)
  "unostentations" corrected to "unostentatious" (page 111)
  "chidren" corrected to "children" (page 241)
  "intepretation" corrected to "interpretation" (page 262)



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