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was it here. In the last hours of our friend, the body scemed to prevail over the power of thought. He died in fearful pain. He was borne amidst agonies into the higher world. At length his martyrdom ceased; and who of us can utter or conceive the blessedness of the spirit, rising from this thick darkness into the light of Heaven?
“ Such was the founder of the Ministry at Large in this city, a man whom I thoroughly knew; a man whose imperfections I could not but know, for they stood out on the surface of his character ; but who had a great heart, who was willingly a victim to the cause which in the love and fear of God he had espoused, and who has left behind him as a memorial, not this fleeting tribute of friendship, but an institution which is to live for ages, and which entitles him to be ranked among the benefactors of this city and the world. When he began his work, he had no anticipation of such an influence and such an honour. He thought that he was devoting himself to an obscure life. He did not expect that his name would be heard beyond the dwellings of the poor. He was contented with believing, that here and there an individual or a family would receive strength, light and consolation from his ministry. But gradually the idea that he was beginning a movement, that might survive him, and might more and more repress the worst social evils, opened on his mind. He saw more and more clearly, that the Ministry at Large, with other agencies, was to change the aspect of a large portion of society. It became his deliberate conviction, and one which he often repeated, that great cities need not be haunts of vice and poverty; that in this city, there were now intelligence, virtue and piety enough, could they be brought into united action, to give a new intellectual and moral life to the more neglected classes of society. In this faith he acted, toiled, suffered and died. His gratitude to God for sending him into this field of labour never failed him. For weeks before he left the country, never to return, I was almost the only visitor whom he had strength to see ; and it was a joy to look on his pale, emaciated face, lighted up with thankfulness for the work which had been given him to do, and with the hope that it would endure and grow when he should sleep in the dust. From such a life and such a death, let us learn to love our poor and suffering brethren; and, as we have ability, let us send to thein faithful and living men, whose sympathy, councils, prayers, will assuage sorrow, awaken the conscience, touch the heart, guide the young, comfort the old, and shed over the dark paths of this life the brightness of the life to come.”—pp. 52—60.
A paragraph, given as an Appendix, should have been inserted in the text. It speaks of the attachment of Dr. Tuckerman to individual friends-making, among others, a passing reference to his endearing and valued intercourse with Lady Byron, whose sympathy with the wretched is only equalled by her love for the good. The remainder of the Appendix is occupied by two papers—the first, a letter from the distinguished Judge Story, containing a summary of his reminiscences of Dr. Tuckerman ; the second, a Biographical Sketch by the Rev. E. S. Gannett, taken from the Monthly Miscellany, for July 1840. Both are valuable documents, and throw light upon the text;-but it must not be lost sight of, that the Discourse altogether is not a Biographical but an Ethical work. It is not a Life of Dr. Tuckerman, but a portraiture of his mind. The field is still open to those who may be able, or who may desire, to let us more into the private history of one so widely honoured and beloved. Too much can hardly be known of a fellow-being, from whose life and labours death has partially lifted the veil, and given us glimpses of a Cloud passing fast into Glory.
“ Tears should not
Restrain thy grief, sad heart, thy tears assuage
Art. VIII.—SCRAPS FROM THE GERMAN.
1. The Blossom.—A Parable from the German of Krummacher. “ How can the Possessor of all things require my thanks ?” said Othniel, to his tutor Simeon.
“ Not He," answered the sage, “ but Thou.”
“I! want my own thanks, which I offer to the Most High! what a paradox !” exclaimed the youth.
But the grey head answered, “ Has not the Creator commanded plants to blossom, before they bring forth fruit ?”
“ It is the completion of the plant,” replied Othniel. “ Gratitude,” said Simeon, " is the blossom of the heart !"
II. David's HARP,-From Krummacher.
One day, David, the king of Israel, sat on the heights of Zion; his harp stood beside him, and he leaned his head against it.
And the prophet Gad went up to him, and said, “What meditatest thou upon, O King ?”.
And David answered and said, “On my ever-varying lot. How many songs of Praise and Joy have I sung to this harp; yet how many also of Mourning and Lamentation !”
“ Be thou like unto thy harp!” said the Prophet. “ How ?” enquired the King.
“Behold,” answered the man of God,—" Thy grief brought forth heavenly sounds from out thy harp, and inspired its strings, even as did thy joy. Let thy heart and thy life be attuned both by grief and joy into a heavenly harp!”.
And David arose, and grasped the strings.
III. The Day of Rest.–From Krummacher.
“ Wherefore,” said Samma the youth, to his preceptor, “ does the Eternal require the service of Man ? Wherefore the celebration of the Sabbath day? It was ordained for the disci. pline of barbarous ages. Is not one day like unto another? Does not the light of the sun shine equally on all ?”.
But the rabbi answered and said " When the children of Israel were returning from their captivity into the Promised Land, there lived, with his wife and family, on the borders of Mesopotamia, an Israelite of the name of Boni, a Levite and wise man. And the angel of the Lord appeared to him in the form of a messenger from the King Arthasasta, and said, • Arise, thou, and thy wife, and thy children, and thy menservants, and thy maidens, and go into the land of thy fathers, that thou mayest counsel thy people, and aid in ordering aright the city and the land.'
" Then Boni answered and said— The king my master will graciously receive the thanks of his servant; but how shall I traverse the desert with my wife and children, seeing I know not the way ?
“But the messenger said, “ Arise, and make thee ready, and learn to trust thy Sovereign !
“ Then Boni arose, and journeyed, as the angel of the Lord had commanded him, with his wife and his children, at dawnı of day. But Boni doubted, and said in his heart, “How shall it be with us ?
" And they journeyed through the desert until even. And when they had gone six parasangs, and were very weary, behold! there stood by the wayside a tent; and a man came out of it, and said to Boni and his people, ‘Here rest ye !
“ And they rested, and refreshed their souls. And Boni said, It is the king's goodness that allows us to rest and refresh ourselves here, but who shall conduct us farther on our way? .is Then the man came, and showed Boni both the right and the wrong way, and drew for him the road on a sheet for six parasangs farther, and said, 'Now depart in peace.'
" And Boni travelled onward with his companions on the road that had been pointed out to him; and they bore with patience the fatigues of the way, for they thought of the refreshments that they had received.
“And when they had left six parasangs more behind them, another tent arose by the wayside. And here too they found another servant of the king's, who comforted them, and showed them again the right way and the wrong, that they might choose. And so it continued for eighty days' journey; and when they had accomplished them, they found themselves in the Land of Promise. Then Boni perceived that the Angel of the Lord had guided him: and he took care, with Ezra and Nehemiah, that the Sabbath was kept holy, for the people had grown reckless and wild.
" Seest thou, Samma,” continued the preceptor, “ the Life of man is as this pilgrimage: the six parasangs are six days; but the seventh is a day of rest; and the tent of the Lord stands open to man, that he may enter in, and reflect on his ways, and trust in the Lord. The Reckless cares not for the tent, and his track loses itself in the desert : but the Wise finds refreshment, and reaches at last the Promised Land !”
Hedwig, sitting at her work-frame; the Countess, standing at an
open window. [Lights burning.]
Calls she her joys alone ?