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and fear that father had tried to rear his glittering. They cannot refresh her to whom son. The letter is beautifully written ; mild weather was a natural enjoyment. Casebut Epictetus could have done it, Cicero

ments of lead and wood already hold her-cold

earth must have her soon. But it is not my could have done it; and if such sentiments

Charlotte-it is not the bride of my youth, the be Christian, then Christianity appears mother of my children, that will be laid among among us, after all, only to hold

the nuns of Dryburgh, which we have so often

visited in gayety and pastime. No, no! She is “ An empty urn within her wither'd hand.”

sentient, and conscious of my emotions some

where, somehow : where, we cannot tell; how, Again, Scott's mother died on the 24th we cannot tell; yet would I not at this moment of December, 1819; and now, if ever, the renounce the mysterious, yet certain hope, truth which came from God to guide, and

that I shall see her in a better world, for all

that this world can give me. The necessity of sanctify, and comfort man, will surely ap

the separation—that necessity which rendered pear in the conduct of this gifted man. it even a relief-that and patience must be my He had heard that truth in his early days. | comfort. I do not experience those paroxysms He knew enough of the Scriptures to make

of grief which others do on the same occasion.

I can exert myself and speak even cheerfully grotesque applications of their language. vi

with the poor girls. But alone, or if anything Does the heavenly thing, then, now ap- | touches me—the choking sensation! I have pear; not caricatured, or disfigured, but | been to her room; there was no voice in itas it came in its divinity from heaven to no stirring; the pressure of

no stirring; the pressure of the coffin was visi

ble on the bed, but it had been removed elseearth? We read letter after letter on

where; all was neat as she loved it, but all was the subject, and though the poet had to

calm-calm as death. I remembered the last refer to the fact that four times in a sight of her: she raised herself in bed, and very brief space of time had the family tried to turn her eyes after me, and said with a burying-ground been opened, we do not

sort of smile, “You all have such melancholy

faces. These were the last words I ever heard read one sentence of the Christian aspects

her utter, and I hurried away, for she did not of death-one reference to the life, or one seem quite conscious of what she said ; when I glimpse beyond the grave. Reference is returned, immediately departing, she was in a made to his mother's blessing—the words,

deep sleep. It is deeper now. This was but “God has so ordered it,” are used regard

| seven days since."

“ They are arranging the chamber of death ing certain of the circumstances--and that that which was long the apartment of conis all we hear of God in these eventful nubial happiness, and of whose arrangements family dispensations. We speak, of course,

(better than in richer houses) she was so proud.

They are treading fast and thick. For weeks only of what appears in Sir Walter's let

you could not have heard a foot-fall. O my ters--we have no access to his heart ; but God !" O, is it not passing strange, that not a hint

“O my God!" Such is the exclamais dropped on the most vital of all mat

tion of this wounded spirit; and how does ters — not a warning given to his own son?

he seek consolation? What is the secret

of his strength? All is a dreary blank on those topics

Is there much of the which most concern either the living or

religion of Jesus apparent in his language ? the dead; and if we might judge from the

It is when grief is most poignant, that the silence of this gifted man, the religion of

soul is most completely made known ; and Jesus might still have remained among

what is the soothing sought amid grief by the mysteries of heaven; it was of no use,

Sir Walter Scott ? at least it does not appear to have been

| “The melancholy horrors of yesterday," used, even when the ravages of death

he says, “must not return. To encourwere rife.

age that dreamy state of incapacity is to But this gifted man had to pass through

resign all authority over the mind, and I an ordeal which touched him yet more

have been used to say,acutely. Lady Scott died in the year “My mind to me a kingdom is : 1826, and her husband felt most sensitively both her illness and her death. He

I am rightful monarch ; and God to aid, writes with deepest pathos on the subject

I will not be dethroned by any rebellious -his diary of the period lets us see into

passion that may rear its standard against his very heart. He says :

me. Such are morning thoughts, strong

as carle-hemp, says Burns"May 18. Another day, and a bright one, to the external world, again opens on us : the air Come, firm Resolve, take thou the van, Boft, and the flowers smiling, and the leaves Thou stalk of carle-hemp in man.'”

Such was the spirit of Sir Walter Scott's of the same gross indulgences by which ours are resolutions on the death of his wife. He solaced.” had said, “ Duty to God and to my chil And after some further remarks, equally dren must teach me patience.” And in beautiful with these, Sir Walter says :another entry he says: “Were an enemy

“But it is all speculation, and it is impossible coming upon my house, would I not do

to guess what we shall do, unless we could asmy best to fight, although oppressed in certain the equally difficult previous question, spirit? and shall a similar despondency what we are to be. But there is a God, and a prevent me from mental exertion ? It

just God—a judgment and a future life-and

all who own so much, let them act according shall not, by heaven." “ Swear not at

| to the faith that is in them." all, neither by heaven, for it is God's throne,” are the words of the Redeemer

Now, this is beautiful—but why so negof the lost ; but here is ore sitting, we

| ative? Why not even glance at Him in may say, by the grave which had just whom God is the just God here described ? closed over much of what he loved and

Why no allusion to Him who is our advoprized-and what is his language? What

cate at the judgment, to which the poet is the lesson which it teaches ? His bi

alludes? Or why no reference to Him ographer has recorded it without a single

who is the resurrection? It is this igexplanation; and yet it is a direct violation

noring of the Christian element-or rather of the simple truth as spoken by the Son of Him who is the Alpha and the Omega of God. Crabb speaks of some who are

of truth according to the Christiam sys

tem--which we cannot but exceedingly “ Not warn’d by misery, nor made rich by gain.” | deplore. And does not that line find a verification

But more still. It is well known that in the clause which has been quoted? Our

on one occasion Sir Walter furnished two

discourses to a candidate for the ministry great poet himself made Rebecca sing in

in the Scottish Establishment, and refer“ Ivanhoe,”

ring to certain remarks which would prob"Our fathers would not know THY WAYS, ably be made on the occasion of their And thou hast left them to THEIR OWN;"

being published by his consent, he says :and how common is that lot!

"They would do me gross injustice, for I But we can acquire clearer views still would, if called upon, die a martyr for the of the religion of Sir Walter Scott. He

Christian religion, so completely is (in my poor

opinion) its divine origin proved by its beneficial thus describes it in 1825:

effects on the state of society. Were we but to

name the abolition of slavery and polygamy, “There is nothing more awful than to at

how much has, in these two words, been gained tempt to cast a glance among the clouds and

to mankind in the lessons of our Saviour ?” mists which hide the broken extremity of the celebrated bridge of Mirza. Yet when every Now, this also is admirable ; but why day brings us nigher that termination, one

keep still among secondary, though imwould almost think our views should become clearer. Alas, it is not so! There is a

portant benefits? Why no mention of curtain to be withdrawn, a vail to be rent, be the pardon of sin ?-of dying, the Just for fore we shall see things as they really are. the unjust? Why leave under a vail that There are few, I trust, who disbelieve the ex

which constitutes the essential glory of istence of a God; nay, I doubt if, at all times, and in all moods, any single individual ever

the creed for which Sir Walter was willadopted that hideous creed, though some have ing to die a martyr ? If the religion of professed it. With the belief of a Deity, that Christ has made no provision for taking of the immortality of the soul, and of the state

sin away, it can be of no avail to man at of future rewards and punishments, is indissolubly linked. More we are not to know; but

the judgment. But it has made that proneither are we prohibited from all attempts,

vision: To have done so is its glory, and however vain, to pierce the solemn, sacred | that should never be either vailed or iggloom. The expressions used in Scripture are nored. doubtless metaphorical—for penal fires and

It is time, however, to turn to the poheavenly melody are only applicable to beings endowed with corporeal senses; and at least,

etry of Sir Walter Scott, and inquire what till the period of the resurrection, the spirits is the evidence which it affords of sound of men, whether entering into the perfection of religious views,—the views, we mean, the just or committed to the regions of punish

which form the very essence of that rement, are not connected with bodies. Neither is it to be supposed that the glorified bodies | ligion for which this wonderful man prowhich shall rise in the last day will be capable fessed his readiness to die a martyr. And here it is difficult indeed to find a single “ Alas! the warp'd and broken board, passage indicative of faith in that peculiar

How can it bear the painter's dye ?

The harp of strain'd and tuneless chord, system which came from heaven to fit men

How to the minstrel's skill reply? for it, in a divinely peculiar way, and To aching eyes each landscape lowers, then to conduct them to glory. All is on To feverish pulse each gale blows chill, the world's side, feeding its pomp and

And Araby's or Eden's bowers

Were barren as this moorland hill.” vanity, and in a hundred ways opposed to the word, the mind, and spirit of the This is poetry-exquisite, graphical, Saviour. All that is peculiar in his les- and pensive; but had that noble mind no sons is not merely ignored and shunned hold upon the mighty arm which could —much that is utterly antagonistic to have sustained ? Had the mourning poet Christianity is embodied in poetry the no knowledge of the Comforter? Was most exquisite, and highly commended there no soothing for that “mind diseased” by all the attractions of unquestionable in the story of peace," as the Irish degenius.

scribe the gospel ? Would the poetry have So much is this the case, that one of been less beautiful, or the mind still as sad, the closest approximations to sound re- | had the eye glanced from the “ lowering ligion which we remember in Scott's po- | landscape" to the brightness of the Faetry occurs in a High-School Exercise, ther's glory; from “ the dreary change," dated in 1783. One of his juvenile effu-to Him who makes all things new? It sions was,

is that distressing oversight of all that is

fitted and designed by Heaven to soothe “ON THE SETTING SUN.

and elevate man that we here again de“Those evening clouds, that setting ray,

plore. It at once forms the danger of And beauteous tints serve to display Their great Creator's praise :

such productions when perused by unThen let the short-lived thing call'd man,

christian minds, and explains how Whose life's comprised within a span, To him his homage raise.

“The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree,” “ We often praise the evening clouds,

had no inherent power to soothe the poet's And tints so gay and bold,

mourning mind. And seldom think upon our God,

But the closing scene drew on, and Who tinged these clouds with gold."

were it our design to delineate a deathThere is here at least the recognition

bed, that of Scott ranks among the most of the Creator-a recognition which often

instructive of modern times. His forwoefully disappears in the more mature and

tunes, his hopes, and his health were brilliant productions of the poet.

equally shattered. After displaying stores The following “ Lines written in Ill

of mental wealth, and resources such as ness,” may enable us yet further to dis

no literary man ever had exhibited before; cover the religious resources of the author

after struggling with difficulties which of “Waverley.” He was struggling at

would have crushed twenty ordinary the time (1817) against languor and de

minds, the poet must yield; and in what pression, and sought relief in poetry, as

phase does religion now appear? He follows:

says :

“I am down-hearted about leaving all my “The sun upon the Weirdlaw-hill,

things after I was quietly settled; it is a kind In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet ;

of disrooting that recalls a thousand painful The westland wind is hush and still,

ideas of former happier journeys. And to be at The lake lies sleeping at my feet.

the mercy of these fellows! (his creditors.) God Yet not the landscape to mine eye

help-but rather God bless-man must help Bears those bright hues that once it bore, himself.” Though evening with her richest dye

Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. And a considerable time subsequent to “ With listless look along the plain

that, when death was at the door, having I see Tweed's silver current glide,

requested his son-in-law to read, and being And coldly mark the holy fane

asked what book, he replied, “ Need you Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.

ask? There is but one." He listened to The quiet lake, the balmy air,

the fourteenth chapter of John, and said, The hill, the stream, the tower, the tree, Are they still such as once they were,

“Well, this is a great comfort; I have Or is the dreary change in me?

| followed you distinctly, and I feel as if I

were yet to be myself again.” On THE HEEL OF TYRANNY-THE TERanother occasion he heard his grandson repeat some of Dr. Watts's hymns, and

RORS OF JESUITISM. listened to the Church Service. “A THAT day the bride and bridegroom fragment of the Bible, especially the proph-1 I joined little in the festivities, which ecies of Isaiah, and the Book of Job,” were however carried on with considerable were at times heard on his lips. To his animation by the rest of the young people. son-in-law he said, “Be a good man, be Seated under a spreading lime-tree, they virtuous, be religious, be a good man. listened to Rudolph's history. The escape Nothing else will give you any comfort of the boys from the cloister, their inwhen you come to lie here.” Such was tended search for their parents, their the tone of his closing hours--and on the journey, and the unfortunate disappear21st of September, 1832, he breathed his | ance of Hans, were all heard by the last.

newly-married couple with breathless His son-in-law has said that Sir Walter attention. Then Rudolph inquired about Scott “ appears never to have swerved” his parents. What did Conrad know of 6 from the great doctrines which his pa- them? rents taught him ;” and adds, that “his Alas! it was but little. Until they works teach the practical lessons of moral-arrived at the village in Saxony where ity and Christianity in the most captivating Grete was staying, they and he had travform, unobtrusively and unaffectedly." eled together, and a melancholy jour“The sober, serene, and elevated frame ney it had been, especially to the poor of mind in which he habitually contem- parents. There they separated. Conrad plated man's relation to his Maker,” is remained to look out for some employalso dwelt upon. But how does it happen ment, in order to earn a little money, to that we hear so little of the way to the enable him to marry, and emigrate to Father? Why is that which makes Chris- America. “And, thank God," continued tianity what it is—the religion of sinners he, “ I did not look long. I found a kind that they may be made saints—so perfectly friend in Grete's uncle, and have already ignored? We are forming no opinion of been able to lay by a sum, which, added the departed; we judge from what is seen to her marriage portion, will be sufficient and read of all men, and, in defense of the for the outfit. O! Rudolph, I have much slighted truth, must ask again : Why were to be thankful for ! On this day above those who believed they were suffering for every other I ought to feel it! When I Christ's sake caricatured, or lampooned, I think how many of our poor neighbors and the Redeemer himself left out of the have lost wife or children in these unreligion of these poems? We do not ex- happy times, I feel that I ought not to pect Sir Walter Scott to be engaged only utter another word of complaint." in writing hymns or dirges, and deprecate “ But why do you still talk of going every approximation to cant; but we have to America, Conrad ?" asked Rudolph ; a right to demand allegiance and defer- " why do you not stay here, if you can ence to the truth, and at least to protest earn your living? You are nearer our when these are withheld. Some one has own country than you would be in Amersaid that few sermons can be read with soica." much profit as memoirs of Burns, of Chat- “I do not want to be near it, boy," terton, and Savage; we inay add that of answered Conrad; "the farther I am off, Scott. With colossal powers, with a po- the less I shall think of home. I shall etic genius the most exquisite, with be- see the two fields on the hill-side, and my nevolence such as few ever rivaled, and cottage below them, less plainly, when the achievements in literature which render | broad ocean lies between us.". him the most remarkable man of his day, “Yes, yes, we must go,” said Grete ; he has in his poetry all but ignored the " it will be better when we are quite religion of the cross. Amid the graces away." and the beauties of his poetry, one feels | “Besides," continued Conrad, “ the that true religion is dealt with as if one employment I have got is only for a time; would administer poison in honey, or as and, if all accounts be true, it is easier to if a mother would suffocate her child by make a living in America than here. I pressing it to her breast.

I only wish, Rudolph, that your father, and


all of you, could go with us. We should wistfully into the face of every boy whom get on bravely together."

he chanced to encounter; and looking "I have a great mind to go with you longingly into doors and windows, as if as it is,” said Rudolph, bursting into tears; one of the many human habitations which “ for how could I meet father and mother rose around must contain the object of his again, without Hans, after promising to search. When his flute attracted a few take care of him?"

young auditors, he was more careful to “O, Rudolph !” said Grete, “ that is observe their countenances than to collect very wrong. Would you deprive your their small contributions; and he scarcely parents of both their children, when one, noticed when these were refused, so much at least, may be restored to comfort was his mind occupied by one engrossing them ?"

thought. At last he was obliged to ac“ Hans is not lost,” said Conrad- only knowledge that it was useless to prolong. missing. We will find him, Rudolph, de- his stay, and, with the feeble hope that pend upon it, if he is anywhere in Ger | Conrad might have received some tidings many. But come, remember that this is in his absence, he returned to the abode my wedding-day ; let us make it as merry | of that faithful friend. as we can, and forget, while it lasts, all Conrad and Rudolph looked at each that is past and all that is to come, in the other anxiously when they met, and each enjoyment of the present."

saw at once that the other had nothing As Conrad was expecting to receive hopeful to communicate. Neither spoke; news from Caspar, he prevailed upon Ru- but Conrad shook Rudolph's hand kindly, dolph to remain with him for the present, and Grete made haste to set some refreshand endeavor to procure tidings of Hans ment before him. As she did so, she enbefore proceeding on his journey. The deavored to cheer him. village in which Conrad resided was not ! “You are very, very kind, Grete," said more than seven leagues from Dresden, poor Rudolph ; “I shall never be able to and Rudolph determined to make an ex- repay you and Conrad all you have done cursion to that city, for the purpose of | for me.” inquiring at the hospital, where, it had 1 “We do not want you to repay us," been suggested to him, he might possibly said Grete, good-humoredly ; “I only hear of his brother. Accordingly, the very want you to eat your dinner, for you must next morning he departed; for, by no per- be very hungry and very tired, after such suasion or argument, could Conrad or a journey." Grete induce him to rest a day or two " I believe I am not very hungry," said before he set off.

| Rudolph, after a few ineffectual attempts On arriving at Dresden, he proceeded to eat; " and I think I had better go again at once to the hospital, the situation of toward the Kuhstall, and try my luck in which had been accurately described to that direction." him by one of the villagers. But no per- “Go already, you foolish boy!" cried son bearing the name, or answering to Conrad; “ indeed you shall not. Your the description, of Hans was to be heard going would do no good,” he continued ; of there ; and, with a feeling of bitter“ for I have caused inquiries to be made disappointment, Rudolph turned from the in that neighborhood, and I am sorry to door, and asked himself what he should say without success." do next. This was not easy to deter- “You are not well,” said Grete ; " if mine. He knew not where to go, or of you were, you would have an appetite, whom to inquire. To some of the busy after all the fatigue you have undergone. people he encountered in the streets of Look at him, Conrad, how pale he is ! the city he explained his situation; but Sit down again, and don't talk of setting they only smiled at his setting out to find off anywhere just now !” a child with so slight a clew to guide She was right: Rudolph was ill. Strong him. The more patient heard, and pitied, as he was, the fatigue, the anxiety and and passed on ; while the more occupied, distress of mind, the want of food and and the less compassionate, did not even rest, which he had within the last few stop to listen to his story. But Rudolph days endured, had been too much for still lingered in Dresden. For two or him. He was soon obliged to give up all three days he paced its streets, peering I thoughts of traveling further at present,

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