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chise Topsy; may be you'll make out something yet.'

Topsy, who had stood like a black statue during this discussion, with hands decently folded, now, at a signal from Miss Ophelia,

went on:

'Our first parents, being left to the freedom of their own will, fell from the state wherein they were created.'

Topsy's eyes twinkled, and she looked 10 inquiringly.

What is it, Topsy?' said Miss Ophelia. 'Please, missis, was dat ar State Kintuck?'

'What state, Topsy?'

'Dat state dey fell out of. I used to hear mas'r tell how we came down from Kintuck.'

St. Clare laughed.

There

'You'll have to give her a meaning, or she 'll make one,' said he. seems to be a theory of emigration suggested there.'

'O! Augustine, be still,' said Miss Ophelia; how can I do anything, if you will be laughing?

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Ophelia worrying herself, from day to day, with her, as a kind of chronic plague, to whose inflictions she became, in time, as accustomed as persons sometimes do to 5 the neuralgia or sick head-ache.

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'Well, I won't disturb the exercises again, on my honor'; and St. Clare took his paper into the parlor, and sat down, till Topsy had finished her recitations. 30 They were all very well, only that now and then she would oddly transpose some important words, and persist in the mistake, in spite of every effort to the contrary; and St. Clare, after all his prom- 35 ises of goodness, took a wicked pleasure in these mistakes, calling Topsy to him whenever he had a mind to amuse himself, and getting her to repeat the offending passages, in spite of Miss Ophelia's re- 40

monstrances.

'How do you think I can do anything with the child, if you will go on so, Augustine?' she would say.

'Well, it is too bad I won't again; 45 but I do like to hear the droll little image stumble over those big words!'

'But you confirm her in the wrong way.' 'What's the odds? One word is as good as another to her.'

'You wanted me to bring her up right; and you ought to remember she is a reasonable creature, and be careful of your influence over her."

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'O, dismal! so I ought; but, as Topsy 55 herself says, "I's so wicked!"'

In very much this way Topsy's training proceeded, for a year or two - Miss

The National Era, 1851.

WHEN WINDS ARE RAGING

When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean, And billows wild contend with angry war, 'Tis said, far down beneath the wild commotion,

That peaceful stillness reigneth, evermore.

Far, far beneath, the noise of tempest dieth, And silver waves chime ever peacefully, And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er he flieth,

Disturbs the sabbath of that deeper sea.

So to the heart that knows thy love, O Purest!

There is a temple, sacred evermore, And all the babble of life's angry voices Dies in hushed stillness, at its peaceful door.

Far, far away, the war of passion dieth,

And loving thoughts rise calm and peace

fully,

And no rude storm, how fierce soe'er he flieth

Disturbs the soul that dwells, O Lord! in Thee.

O rest of rests! O peace, serene, eternal! Thou ever livest and Thou changest never; And in the secret of Thy presence, dwelleth Fullness of joy-forever and forever.

The Independent, Octover 21, 1852.

STILL, STILL WITH THEE

Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,

When the bird waketh and the shadows flee:

Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,

Dawns the sweet consciousness, I am with Thee!

Alone with Thee, amid the mystic shadows,

The solemn hush of nature newly born;

Alone with Thee in breathless adoration,
In the calm dew and freshness of the

morn.

As in the dawning o'er the waveless ocean
The image of the morning star doth rest,
So in this stillness Thou beholdest only
Thine image in the waters of my breast.

Still, still with Thee! as to each new-born morning

A fresh and solemn splendor still is given, So doth the blessed consciousness, awaking, Breathe, each day, nearness unto Thee and heaven.

When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber,

deep from all the reigning ideas of nominal Christendom.

In a community thus unworldly must have arisen a mode of thought, energetic, 5 original, and sublime. The leaders of thought and feeling were the ministry, and we boldly assert that the spectacle of the early ministry of New England was one to which the world gives no parallel. 10 Living an intense, earnest, practical life, mostly tilling the earth with their own hands, they yet carried on the most startling and original religious investigations with a simplicity that might have been 15 deemed audacious, were it not so reverential. All old issues relating to government, religion, ritual, and forms of church organization having for them passed away, they went straight to the heart of things, and boldly confronted the problem of universal being. They had come out from the world as witnesses to the most solemn and sacred of human rights. They had accustomed themselves boldly to challenge

Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer; Sweet the repose beneath the wings o'er- 20 shading,

But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.

So shall it be at last, in that bright morning 25 and dispute all sham pretensions and When the soul waketh and life's shadows

flee;

O in that hour, fairer than daylight dawning.

idolatries of past ages,-to question the right of kings in the State, and of prelates in the Church; and now they turned the same bold inquiries towards the Eternal

Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with 30 Throne, and threw down their glove in the

Thee!

(1853)

VIEWS OF DIVINE GOVERNMENT

We have said before, what we now repeat, that it is impossible to write a story of New England life and manners for 40 superficial thought or shallow feeling. They who would fully understand the springs which moved the characters with whom we now associate must go down with us to the very depths.

lists as authorized defenders of every mystery in the Eternal Government. The task they proposed to themselves was that of reconciling the most tremendous 35 facts of sin and evil, present and eternal, with those conceptions of Infinite Power and Benevolence which their own strong and generous natures enabled them so vividly to realize. In the intervals of planting and harvesting, they were busy with the toils of adjusting the laws of the universe. Solemnly simple, they made long journeys in their old one-horse chaises, to settle with each other some nice point of celestial jurisprudence, and to compare their maps of the Infinite. Their letters to each other form a literature altogether unique. Hopkins sends to Edwards the younger his scheme of the universe, in which he starts with the proposition, that God is infinitely above all obligations of any kind to his creatures. Edwards replies with the brusque comment, This is wrong; God has no more right to injure a creature than a creature has to injure God;' and each probably about that time preached a sermon on his own views, which was discussed by every

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Never was there a community where the roots of common life shot down so deeply, and were so intensely grappled around things sublime and eternal. The founders of it were a body of confessors 50 and martyrs, who turned their backs on the whole glory of the visible, to found in the wilderness a republic of which the God of Heaven and Earth should be the sovereign power. For the first hundred years grew this community, shut out by a fathomless ocean from the existing world, and divided by an antagonism not less

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the fact, that the greater part of the human race, up to this time, had been eternally lost,- and boldly assumes the ground, that this amount of sin and suffer5 ing, being the best and most necessary means of the greatest final amount of happiness, was not merely permitted, but distinctly chosen, decreed, and provided for, as essential in the schemes of Infinite

farmer, in intervals of plow and hoe, by every woman and girl, at loom, spinningwheel, or wash-tub. New England was one vast sea, surging from depths to heights with thought and discussion on the most insoluble of mysteries. And it is to be added, that no man or woman accepted any theory or speculation simply as theory or speculation: all was profoundly real and vital,- a foundation on 10 Benevolence. He held that this decree which actual life was based with intensest earnestness.

The views of human existence which resulted from this course of training were gloomy enough to oppress any heart which 15 did not rise above them by triumphant faith or sink below them by brutish insensibility; for they included every moral problem of natural or revealed religion, divested of all those softening poetries and 20 tender draperies which forms, ceremonies, and rituals had thrown around them in other parts and ages of Christendom. The human race, without exception, coming into existence under God's wrath 25 and curse,' with a nature so fatally disordered, that, although perfect free agents, men were infallibly certain to do nothing to Divine acceptance until regenerated by the supernatural aid of God's Spirit,- this 30 aid being given only to a certain decreed number of the human race, the rest, with enough free agency to make them responsible, but without this indispensable assistance exposed to the malignant assaults of 35 evil spirits versed in every art of temptation, were sure to fall hopelessly into perdition. The standard of what constituted a true regeneration, as presented in such treatises as Edwards on the Affec- 40 tions, and others of the times, made this change to be something so high, disinterested, and superhuman, so removed from all natural and common habits and feelings, that the most earnest and de- 45 voted, whose long life had been a constant travail of endeavor, a tissue of almost unearthly disinterestedness, often lived and died with only a glimmering hope of its attainment.

not only permitted each individual act of sin, but also took measures to make it certain, though, by an exercise of infinite skill, it accomplished this result without violating human free agency.

The preaching of those times was animated by an unflinching consistency which never shrank from carrying an idea to its remotest logical verge. The sufferings of the lost were not kept from view, but proclaimed with a terrible power. Dr. Hopkins boldly asserts, that all the use that God will have for them is to suffer; this is all the end they can answer; therefore all their faculties and their whole capacities will be employed and used for this end. . . . The body can by omnipotence be made capable of suffering the greatest imaginable pain, without producing dissolution, or abating the least degree of life or sensibility. . . . One way in which God will show his power in punishing the wicked will be in strengthening and upholding their bodies and souls in torments which otherwise would be intolerable.'

The sermons preached by President Edwards on this subject are so terrific in their refined poetry of torture, that very few persons of quick sensibility could read them through without agony; and it is related, that, when, in those calm and tender tones which never rose to passionate enunciation, he read these discourses, the house was often filled with shrieks and wailings, and that a brother minister once laid hold of his skirts, exclaiming, in an involuntary agony, 'Oh! Mr. Edwards! Mr. Edwards! is God not a God of 50 mercy?'

According to any views then entertained of the evidences of a true regeneration, the number of the whole human race who could be supposed as yet to have received this grace was so small that, as to any 55 numerical valuation, it must have been expressed as an infinitesimal. Dr. Hopkins in many places distinctly recognizes

Not that these men were indifferent or insensible to the dread words they spoke; their whole lives and deportment bore thrilling witness to their sincerity. Edwards set apart special days of fasting, in view of the dreadful doom of the lost, in which he was wont to walk the floor, weeping and wringing his hands. Hon

kins fested every Saturday. David Brainerd gave up every refinement of civilized life to weep and pray at the feet of hardened savages, if by any means he might save one. All, by lives of eminent purity and earnestness, gave awful weight and sanction to their words.

If we add to this statement the fact, that it was always proposed to every inquiring soul, as an evidence of regenera- 10 tion, that it should truly and heartily accept all the ways of God thus declared right and lovely, and from the heart submit to Him as the only just and good, it will be seen what materials of tremendous 15 internal conflict and agitation were all the while working in every bosom. Almost all the histories of religious experience of those times relate paroxysms of opposition to God and fierce rebellion, expressed in 20 language which appals the very soul, followed, at length, by mysterious elevations of faith and reactions of confiding love, the result of Divine interposition, which carried the soul far above the 25 region of the intellect, into that of direct spiritual intuition.

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followed the simple reading of the Bible. They differ from the New Testament as the living embrace of a friend does from his lifeless body, mapped out under the knife of the anatomical demonstrator; every nerve and muscle is there, but to a sensitive spirit there is the very chill of death in the analysis.

All systems that deal with the infinite are, beside, exposed to danger from small, unsuspected admixtures of human error, which become deadly when carried to such vast results. The smallest speck of earth's dust, in the focus of an infinite lens, appears magnified among among the heavenly orbs as a frightful monster. Thus it happened, that, while strong spirits walked, palm-crowned, with victorious hymns, along these sublime paths, feebler and more sensitive ones lay along the track, bleeding away in life-long despair. Fearful to them were the shadows that lay over the cradle and the grave. The mother clasped her babe to her bosom, and looked with shuddering to the awful coming trial of free agency, with its terrible responsibilities and risks; and, as President Eliot records that he was once she thought of the infinite chances against in this state of enmity,- that the facts of her beloved, almost wished it might die in the divine administration seemed horrible 30 infancy. But when the stroke of death to him, and that this opposition by no came, and some young, thoughtless head course of reasoning, but by an inward was laid suddenly low, who can say what and sweet sense,' which came to him once silent anguish of loving hearts sounded when walking alone in the fields, and the dread depths of eternity with the awful looking up into the blue sky, he saw the 35 question, Where? blending of the Divine majesty with a calm, sweet, and almost infinite meekness.

The piety which grew up under such a system was, of necessity, energetic,- it was the uprousing of the whole energy of the human soul, pierced and wrenched and probed from her lowest depths to her topmost heights with every awful lifeforce possible to existence. He whose faith in God came clear through these 45 terrible tests would be sure never to know greater ones. He might certainly challenge earth or heaven, things present or things to come, to swerve him from this grand allegiance.

In no other time or place of Christendom have so fearful issues been presented to the mind. Some church interposed its protecting shield; the Christian born and baptized child was supposed in

some wise rescued from the curse of the fall, and related to the great redemption, - to be a member of Christ's family, and, if ever so sinful still infolded in some vague sphere of hope and protection. Augustine solaced the dread anxieties of trembling love by prayers offered for the dead in times when the Church above and on earth presented itself to the eye of the 50 mourner as a great assembly with one accord lifting interceding hands for the parted soul.

But it is to be conceded, that these systems, so admirably in relation to the energy, earnestness, and acuteness of their authors, when received as absolute truth, and as a basis of actual life, had, on minds 55 of a certain class, the effect of a slow poison, producing life-habits of morbid action very different from any which ever

But the clear logic and intense individualism of New England deepened the problems of the Augustinian faith, while they swept away all those softening provisions so earnestly clasped to the throbbing heart of that great poet of theology.

No rite, no form, no paternal relation, not faith or prayer of church, earthly or heavenly, interposed the slightest shield between the trembling spirit and Eternal Justice. The individual entered eternally alone, as if he had no interceding relation in the universe.

This, then was the awful dread which was constantly underlying life. This it was which caused the tolling bell in green hollows and lonely dells to be a sound 5 which shook the soul and searched the heart with fearful questions.

Atlantic Monthly, Sept., 1859.

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