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appears to be the case, it would be no slight evil Do they find truth and honesty of mind, with for the sympathies which should unite rich and all other Christian graces, flourish and abound? poor in the house of their heavenly Father, to be or does the strong religious meat which they supabruptly dissociated, and for the natural frame-ply rather fail to nourish their hearers in those work of a country to be, as it were, bisected into qualities which the heathen called virtues, and classes of diverse religion. However genuine with which the Christian cannot dispense? Is may be the purely religious element of thought in not even the aggressive temper which an increasthe humbler frequenter of the meeting-house, he ing section of their body has of late years shown is withdrawn from many humanizing influences, against the church, a sufficient indication that and is tempted easily to acquiesce in misrepresen- something is wrong in themselves? Wherever tation of those superiors, whose kind intentions the house of prayer is turned into a nursery of he has so little opportunity of learning by inter- sedition, or a theatre of declamation against all course. Add the hardening effect of self-indul- government and all old truth, there needs no gent luxury upon one class, and the constant audible voice, Let us go hence ;" we recognize danger of passion couching itself in scriptural the unmistakeable sign of the good spirit departlanguage among the other, and we divine how ing. We are here only saying what their own religion may be no longer the cord to bind, or the teachers in their best days would have said. salt to purify, but the principle of discord to Perhaps, indeed, the connection between their beshiver society. There must be some—we do not ginning and their present state is more intimate doubt there are many—among the living teachers than we should have gathered otherwise than from of Methodism and Dissent, who are quite capable experience. Even the characteristio strength of of feeling the force of such considerations. With their best men seems partly to have depended such men invective would be misplaced. We upon blazoning abroad those deep secrets of the would rather remind them of the spirit prosessed religious heart, which many others have expeby the masters and predecessors, whose principles rienced without asking for their expression any they believe themselves to inherit. If their object other ear than that of their heavenly Father. was to awaken, the church has been thoroughly Such a habit, aided by the eloquence of such awakened ; if to reform, she is in great measure preachers as Bacon calls “ vehement and zealous at least reformed ; if they desired to strengthen, persuaders, and not scholastical,” not only prothe inadequate though gigantic strength with tested vigorously against the faults of the age, but which she girds herself daily to her superhuman fired vast multitudes with a religious impulse, task of regenerating onr huge masses of domestic which is supposed to have been necessarily of barbarism invites them to come in and help her. heaven. So far as the moral results justify such Have they any prayers better calculated to cherish an inference, we have no objection to it; but if it their devotion than the Liturgy which first called depends in any degree upon assemblies moved to it into life? They believe that their sect had its tears, or strong men shaken by agitation of conorigin in a protest against the profaneness of a science, we must remark, that in many ages and latitudinarian age.

We admit there are some rea- countries similar exhibitions have taken place sons for that belief; but we contend that no im- without the aid of any form of Christianity. In partial person will study the history which we have India and Phrygia, at the old village festivals of been sketching, and not conclude that those reasons Egypt, and amid the Mahometan pilgrimages to have been much exaggerated. Were not, after Mecca, not to mention the more singular tribes all, the two principal faults of those old heathens which have recently been described by Mr. Laof the church, drinking and Sabbath-breaking ? yard, the same passionate outpouring of human Serious faults, it must be confessed; but one the devotion may be traced. Especially it strikes us universal fault of the age, and the other an error among the Donatists of Africa. It results in part which admits of an opposite extreme. Has not from too keen a desire to commune with the Deity Wales purchased her deliverance from these evils otherwise than in his acknowledged attributes. at a costly and unnecessary price? Has the im- The physical and the spiritual act upon each other, provement on these two points been accompanied until they are almost inextricably blended. Yet by such a general tone of moral excellence, as the very sincerity and fervor of such feelings, might have been expected from a movement sup- especially when working upon the facts and docposed to be especially blest by Heaven? We trines of a true revelation, are capable for a time have no disposition to magnify what evil may of producing enormous effects. They work, as it exist, nor to accept as evidence the loose sayings were, with the strength of fever. It is when the of recrimination interchanged in a sectarian spirit. first love cools, and only the habit of extravaBut the men to whom we allude shall be them- gances which spring from it survives, that we selves our judges. We appeal—not only to the learn how incompetent are such human outbreaks shade of John Elias, whose old age complained to work the righteousness of heaven. There of the decay of sound preachers, and the increase may be such a thing as congealed fanaticism. of sin, and of God hiding his face—but to the Its better spirit fled, its residue may be only injuestimate which the most Christian-minded among rious in standing aloof from that communion themselves at this day would form of their own and instrumentality which divine Providence congregations.

had given it as aids to work with. Can, after all, a “gifted" cobbler work a parish? | Where she no longer needs our poor protection, How many hours can he spend daily in his school,

And Christ himself doth rule. or in visiting from house to house? Can a constant In that great Cloister's stillness and seclusion, succession of men be expected, even among the

By guardian angels led, regular teachers, with such fervor of devotion and Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, constancy of faith as to supersede the use of

She lives, whom we call dead. sound prayers or the necessity of fixed articles ? Day after day we think what she is doing If their strength could rise above the Litany,

In those bright realms of air ; would not their weakness fall immeasurably below Year after year her tender steps pursuing, it? Where are already those old Presbyterian

Behold her grown more fair. congregations of which we read as formerly Thus do we walk with her, and keep unbroken existing in Wales ? Does even a relic of them

The bond which Nature gives, remain ?

Into how many errors have their Thinking that our remembrance, though unspoken, descendants degenerated ? It must therefore be a

May reach her where she lives. subject for grave inquiry whether the masses of

Not as a child shall we again behold her; our Welsh population, under their present instructors, are practically good Christians, and will they In our embraces we again enfold her,

For when with raptures wild long remain good subjects? May not the present

She will not be a child ; religious aspect of the Principality be received as But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion a proof that the doctrine and organization given

Clothed with celestial grace ; by our Lord and his apostles to his church are And beautiful with all the soul's expansion best calculated to imbue men's minds with such

Shall we behold her face. well-grounded principles as are emphatically the salt of the earth? To adopt the language of our

And though at times, impetuous with emotion friends, may not Tekel here be written after Uphar- The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean

And anguish long suppressed, sin ? Have not religious division and its fruits been

That cannot be at rest; tried in the balance, and been found wanting? It availed to throw a certain fervor into an hered- We will be patient! and assuage the feeling

We cannot wholly stay ; itary reverence which it found existing ; but it

By silence sanctifying, not concealing, has not strength to perpetuate that reverence as a The grief that must have way. principle of moral action from generation to gener

Union Magazine. ation. Yet, if all these were absorbed to-morrow in the church, are her resources in Wales in any degree adequate to the work before her? Can she

Evangelical Melodies. London : Dalton. now either mitigate the evil they have done, or We are sorry to have to condemn, without mitisupply the good which they have left undone? gation, a work of which the good intention is undeWe pause for any satisfactory answer to these niable. But correct taste, no less than fitting inquiries.

reverence for religion, must be—we had almost said disgusted-with a volume where “Moore's

Melodies” are parodied in evangelical strains, of RESIGNATION.

which the following, from the caricature of

" When in death I am calm reclining,” may do There is no flock, however watched and tended,

for a sample :But one dead lamb is there !

If a stone on my grave reposes,

I There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,

pray you upon its surface write,

That he, the mouth of whose grave it closes, But has one vacant chair!

Held free-grace principles, main and might. The air is full of farewells to the dying,

What do our readers think of,
And mournings for the dead ;

There is not in the world a season more sweet, The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Than is that when the Lord in the closet we meet ; Will not be comforted!

or of “ Fly to the gospel-fly with me," “ The Let us be patient! these severe afflictions Christian's Tear," “ One embrace at parting,” Not from the ground arise,

addressed to Nonconformist brethren? The absurd But often times celestial benedictions

contrast between the familiar strains of the original Assume this dark disguise.

and the doggrel (as the author with rare self

knowledge almost confesses) of this volume, create We see out dimly through the mists and vapors ; Amid these earthly damps

associations anything but favorable to devout feelWhat seem to us but dim funereal tapers

ing in a Christian, and sure to be productive either

of laughter or contempt in others. We know but May be Heaven's distant lamps.

one class who can find anything for themselves There is no Death! what seems so is transition ;

here—those who think that poetry and music are This life of mortal breath

snares of Satan. Not believing this, we can only Is but a suburb of the life sian

regret, for the sake of that religion which wages Whose portals we call Death.

no war against these gifts of the Divine hand, that

exquisite songs have been turned into execrable She is not dead—the child of our affection productions, evangelical it may be, but assuredly But gone unto that school

not melodies.-Eclectic Review.

BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.

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CHAPTER XIX.-A DISCOVERY.

to utter reproaches, or urge claims, or seek expla

nations ; he watched, waited, judged, and was Ida's mind was so engrossed by the painful and silent. You might have supposed him callous, or unexpected circumstances which had befallen her- singularly deficient in self-esteem, or miraculously self, that she forgot Mr. Tyrrell and his pertina- patient, but you would have been mistaken. No cious resolution to be introduced to Mrs. Chester, man had a clearer or more definite view of what which had before occasioned her so much trouble. he expected from others, or a keener and juster Mr. Tyrrell, however, had not forgotten it himself. sense of what he obtained. He was simply undaAfter a long conversation with Frederick, in the monstrative. You could never detect by his mancourse of which he confided to him the cause of ner that he had expected anything ; you would his anxiety, and in some sort charged him with the never have dreamed that he was disappointed ; you conduct of an affair which seemed to be unavoidably would suppose him perfectly self-dependent, with withdrawn from his own hand, this troublesome an agreeable warmth which extended not many and inexplicable Mr. Tyrrell fetched his book and inches below the surface, and a heart to which his little boy, and went out for a stroll upon the attachments were unnecessary, though perhaps terrace. This was, with him, a favorite mode of pleasant. But, if he had once met with that beguiling the hours ; he was not a student and an which was the unavowed object of his search, if enthusiast like Percy Lee, and though his intel- once the unuttered question of his spirit had been lectual capacity was of a high order, he was seldom answered by a full, firm, satisfactory “ Yes;” if to be found acquiring knowledge for the mere sake he had once been able to confide, and approve, and of the acquisition. With a definite object in view, feel certain that he was beloved, the secret store for a limited time, for a special and sufficient of affection which was ready to be unfolded would purpose, he could work as hard as any man, but have astonished the very person who called it this not so much from love of the work as from forth, by its power, its warmth, its tenderness, and desire for its end. He would have walked fifty its completeness. His marriage was, in every miles for a wager ; he would have declined ten for respect, unfortunate. He had been attracted by mere exercise and enjoyment. Therefore to him Madeline's beauty, and interested by her genius, a stroll on a sunny terrace, with a fair landscape and, perhaps, even by her faults ; she was to him in view, breathing upon him all kinds of serene a new character, and he studied her with a mixture and soothing influences, a volume in his hand not of curiosity, admiration, and disapproval. She profound enough to demand attention, yet significant occupied both his time and his thoughts, and the enough to waken and suggest thought, and his regret which he felt for those defects in her, which child's ringing voice and bright laughter to set the seemed rather to result from wrong training than thoughts thus aroused to a pleasant music of its from natural tendency to evil, sometimes amounted own-to hin this was perfect luxury.

to a desire to undertake their cure himself. Time On this particular morning the thoughts which and circumstance might have ripened these beginhe was thus indulging seemed to be of a somewhat nings into real attachment, but they certainly had melancholy cast. Some passing look or gesture not done so when, from the mixture of motives of the boy had recalled his mother, summoning up before described, he made her his wife. one of those sudden, living, real visions of the There was a great deal of temper in his first past, which sometimes spring upon us unawares, treatment of her ; he felt himself to have been, in to overthrow in a moment all the barriers which a manner, duped, and though he could scarcely supwe have been years in raising, to convict our pose her to have been consciously accessory to this, patience of hollowness, and our resignation of he could not help, in some measure, visiting it falsehood. It was, doubtless, with no deep and upon her. He had all that strange indolence bitter agony that Mr. Tyrrell had sorrowed for his which is not unfrequently found in persons who wife's death ; the light of his life had not gone out have yet dormant within them an energetic and with her ; she left no legacy of memories so tender unconquerable will. He hated trouble ; he shrank that one dares not touch them ; no pathetic vacancy from anything like a scene; he would bear a great that is ever craving to be filled, yet the filling of deal for the sake of peace, without, however, which would be profanation. Nevertheless, apart feeling at all peacefully disposed towards those from the horror of her death and the painful who made him bear it. So, during the first year character of their last interview, there had been a of his marriage, he stood still, watching, examinkeenness in his regret which surprised himself, ing, recording in his heart all proofs or indications and which would scarcely have been credited by whether of good or evil, and unfortunately the her whose sensitive and passionate nature, once balance was generally on the wrong side of the convinced that he had never loved her as she loved account. Calmly and bitterly he made up his mind him, had speedily exaggerated his coolness into to this new disappointment, and, deciding that love complete indifference, and scarcely stopped short was impossible, took refuge in duty. He told his of believing it to be hatred and contempt. He conscience that he had committed no fault against was a very proud man ; proud not merely in out-her; he summoned up his will to obtain that she ward development of manner and character, but should commit none against him. Her indifference proud also in the solitude of his own heart and to his wishes, her defiance of his taste, were to conscience, wbich is far rarer. He was not one him irrefragable proofs that she did not really care

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LIVING AGE.

VOL. XXIV.

for him, for he was accustomed to test all feelings withdrawal on his part deprived her of her by their fruits, and by those alone. She little strongest motive and surest help? It was in vain dreamed how her every word, look, and gesture, that he repeated to himself that she never loved was adding syllables to the sentence of her con- him, that her conduct proved it, that the fact was demnation. While she was with him his feeling indisputable. Invisible truth is stronger than inwas all bitterness, though of a quiet, proud, patient, disputable appearances. She forces her way, and kind ; after her supposed death, it underwent little if you cannot see her she shouts in your ears, ard change. There was horror, there was a sort of if you will not listen, she lays her cold strong hand cold grief, there was a feeling of undefined pain upon your heart, and compels you to recognize her which he never analyzed, but he still said to him- presence. One breath of her mouth shivers a self that as a husband he was blameless, and that, whole edifice of arguments. Tyrrell could not if she would have allowed him, he could have help himself ; proud as he was, and self-disciplined, loved her. Surely there can be no more certain and sinned against, he was forced to confess himproof that conscience is sick and feeble, than the self also as having sinned ; and the pain which fact that it will not admit the possibility of having he had refused to analyze became keener and more given, while it scrupulously records that it has intolerable, and the haughty spirit came down received, offences.

from its throne, and sat in sackcloth and ashes. Of late, however, Tyrrell had begun to feel And now, as we have said, a passing glance of somewhat differently. Gradually and half un- the child's face had called up a quick, unbidden consciously his mind had acquired a habit of looking apparition of the mother's. There are times when back upon the period of his engagement and mar- the strongest will seats itself voluntarily in the riage, to the contemplation of which he had long car of the imagination or memory, and says, felt a natural and invincible repugnance. Some “ There! I have contended enough ; carry me of the attractions which Madeline possessed for whither you will!” Perhaps the stronger the him at their first introduction had gathered slowly will, the more entire is this temporary self-abandonaround her memory, and in the twilight of the ment, because it knows that at any moment it can past they perhaps looked fairer than reality. That resume the reins, and check the struggling coursers, which is a scarped and rugged rock when you stand and return upon its steps. It was such a time beneath it at noonday, looks like a rampart of now with Tyrrell ; he paced the terrace slowly, frosted and glistening silver when the sea parts it with downcast eyes, yielding himself without an from you and the sunset reposes upon it. The effort to be bound in the fairy fetters of a reverie. thought is perhaps too commonplace to require The vision of Madeline rose up before him gradunotice ; it is commonplace as the truth and pathos ally, but with increasing distinctness, as though of daily life, of which it is no inconsiderable the portrait were being painted before his gaze. element. So Tyrrell had begun to remember The form, the step, the bearing, had that peculiar Madeline's gifts more vividly than he had perceived combination of lightness and stateliness which shem, except perhaps during the first month of was their living characteristic—the port of a queen, their acquaintance. Once or twice the thought the motions of a sylph-soft drapery of snowy had started up within him that the moulding of a white enveloped the delicate Jimbs--every lineanoble nature had been in his hands ; and when the ment of the pallid beautiful face was there ; the question intruded itself, “ How was this accom- deep steadfast eyes were lifted to his, and they plished ?" the answer did not involve so full and were full as ever of life, of fire, of power and ontire an acquittal of him as he had been wont to eloquence unutterable : on the broad fair brow was believe. From composed self-approval in the court a garland of water-lilies. It was Undine in her of conscience, he passed to deliberate self-defence- moment of return to earth, a picture strangely no inconsiderable step. He counted up the sins compounded of the mournfulness of the injured of his wife, he dwelt upon his own forbearance, spirit, and the triumph of the conscious woman, hut when he would have pronounced the verdict, more strangely still, and with a parallel too shock“ Not guilty,” there was an unanswerable, though ing to be endured, recalling and almost mocking possibly an unreasonable whisper at his heart, that her actual fate. Tyrrell passed his hand across he might have made it otherwise. He could not his face, shuddered, and looked up; his eye fell but remember how boundless had been his empire upon an upper, open window in the house, in front over her ; he could not but suspect that he had of which he had paused ; the curtains were drawn lost it, partly at least, by his own fault. He asked aside as if to admit a full current of air, and a himself whether he had not first ignored the pecu- lady sat, partly shrouded by their drapery, her liar difficulties of her character, and then charged elbow on the window-sill, her cheek on her hand, them upon her alone when he came in contact with her face averted. He gazed upon her fixedly, as them. There was an importunate vision before so often happens in deep thought, without knowing his mind's eye of the fair and noble development what he saw, and while he gazed she slowly to which that character might have attained, if it turned her head, and first the profile was visible, had been guided by tenderness and fostered by cut like a cameo in pure transparent white, against sonfidence. What right had he, after winning the dark curtains of the bed behind her; and then her affections, to stand aloof till she had proved the full face—the face of which he was dreaming! herself worthy of his—when, in fact, that very | Thinner, and a little worn as is with the passage of years and griefs, and shaded by an invalid cap am I sane ? For God's sake, Miss Lee, if you which had fallen back and left bare the rich heavy know anything, tell it to me, for I could suppose braid of dark hair which descended upon either this to be the merest fantasy of delirium, and yet cheek—but still the same face, unforgotten, un- no argument can convince that it is not real. My mistakeable, alive, and full of beauty! There reason is the fool of my senses." was a moment of incredulity, in which he mar- As Ida's agitation increased he became calmer. velled at the vivid impressions of fancy, the abso- He led her to a seat, and placed himself before late delusion, the miracle ; but the vision was her, still keeping her hand in his and looking stationary, and Tyrrell gasped for breath, incapa- earnestly in her face. Wild and impenetrable as ble of speech or movement, yet persuaded that a was the confusion of ideas into which the last five sound or a step would break the spell, and convince minutes had plunged him ; incapable as he was of him that it was but a phantom of the senses which finding a clue, of conjecturing an explanation, of he beheld. The lady moved ; she came closer to forming a definite thought, much more of looking the window, and her face was seen in the clear, back upon past facts, sifting evidences, and admitundeceiving, actual daylight ; her very breath was ting new unsuspected possibilities, he was yet almost audible as it heaved the folds of her white conscious of an invincible determination to arrive wrapping garment; he could have believed that at the truth, and that speedily ; a determination he felt it warm upon his forehead ; he marked the strong enough to drive back and subdue the tumult fall of a tear which hung an instant from the long of disorderly thoughts which surrounded it, and 10 dark eyelashes, and then dropped upon the cheek ; keep them in check till it should be satisfied. Ida and then she turned away and withdrew into the felt ready to faint and unable to speak ; but his room, unconscious of his observation or presence. roused will had, as it were, laid a grasp upon her

All this passed in less than a minute. Tyrrell from which she could not escape, and her paleness, could scarcely be said to recover himself, for his her trembling, her shrinking gaze, her broken, inbewilderment was complete, and his agitation articulate attempts at speech were all answers violent; but he recovered the power of action, and more forcible than uttered words could have been. rushed into the house and up the stairs to the lob- “I am to believe, then," said he, with the sudby, with which the apartment in which he had denness of conviction after a painful pause, “ I seen the apparition vanish communicated. He am to believe that the lady whom I have just now paused a moment, to make sure which door he seen, and who calls herself Mrs. Chester, is-my should open ; then grasped the handle with a wife,”-he pronounced the words with difficulty, mixture of terror and eagerness, but it turned in and almost as if they were forced from him by his fingers, and, as he started back, Ida issued from some mechanical cause independent of himself

and closed the door behind her before and you know it." he could prevent it.

Ida was absolutely silent. He dropped her “Mr. Tyrrell !” exclaimed she in a voice of hand and sprang towards the door of the room, irrepressible astonishment.

but she interposed, with a movement more rapid He was pale as death, his eyes fixed, his voice than his own. faltering, but he made a great effort, and answered “ Mr. Tyrrell, have mercy!" she cried ; “ do her quietly, though with unnatural abruptness,- not kill her, whatever her errors may have been. " Whose room is this?"

She does not even know that you are in the house ; “ This room! Mrs. Chester's," she replied, it is but two days since the delirium left her." looking wonderingly in his face, and answering He returned. He was now perfectly calm, and mechanically.

had assumed a strange sort of unnatural imitaHe made an attempt to pass her, but she pre- tion of his ordinary manner, so polished, easy vented him, exclaiming with a kind of terror for and self-possessed. He smiled as he answered which she could scarcely account, but which his her :-manner seemed to justify, “ Pray, Mr. Tyrrell- “I am not unreasonable in my demands. You indeed, you must not ! She is ill, she has had will allow that my position is rather peculiarbrain fever, she must not be agitated.”

unusual, to say the leas of it; and it is equally “ And why,” replied he, commanding himself unusual that so young a lady as yourself should by a great exertion, and fixing his eyes steadfastly be concerned in such a matter as this. 'If you upon Ida's changing face, in which the blushes will have the kindness to answer my questions, came and went twenty times in a minute ; " why plainly and truly, (excuse the stipulation,) I will should an interview be so peculiarly agitating to make no attempt to force myself into that lady's her ?!

presence. How your father, whom I thought my Ida trembled and tried to speak, but could not. friend, and an upright man, will answer for the

“Miss Lee,” he continued vehemently, and part which he has played in this deception, of regarding her with a wild, incredulous, bewildered which I have been the ridiculous and unsuspecting expression, “I have seen this Mrs. Chester, as dupe, I must leave it to his conscience to decide. you call her, I have seen her at the window just You must have a curious story to tell me ;-pray now,

quite clearly ; do you know who she is ? begin-I am all attention-quite a romance of Why do you change color and look so frightened ? real life, I suppose ; the tyrant husband, and the am I to believe impossibilities ? am I dreaming ? | runaway wife of whom one reads in norels."

the room,

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