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also of the great majority of papers throughout the kingdom; the Liverpool and Manchester papers and the Scotch papers being among the most bitter. The greatest literary genius of the age, Thomas Carlyle, was also in sympathy with the cause of the South.

But the mass of the people went heart and soul with Mr. Beecher. When the resolution expressive of gratitude to Mr. Beecher for his labours, and of sympathy with the anti-slavery policy of President Lincoln and his Cabinet, moved by Professor Newman and seconded by the Rev. Newman Hall, was put before that immense assembly in Exeter Hall, it was carried almost unanimously, only three hands being held up against it.

While this meeting was going on within, great excitement prevailed outside in the immediate neighbourhood of the hall. The crowd was so dense and numerous in the Strand as to completely block up not only the footway, but the carriageway as well. The immense cheering within was taken up by the multitudes outside and responded to in the most enthusiastic manner. Calls were made for speeches, and several impromptu speakers appeared, mounted upon the shoulders of willing friends, and addressed the people in favour of the North, and were most lustily cheered. Two or three Southern friends made an attempt to speak, but were instantly hurled from their improvised rostrums by the intolerant crowd. When Mr. Beecher emerged from the hall, he was received with deafening cheers; and a call for a cheer for Abraham Lincoln was responded to in a most vigorous manner. It was feared that under such exciting circumstances some serious breach of the peace might occur; and in order to prevent, if possible, any disturbance, a strong body of policemen were stationed in the Strand and Burleigh Street, but nothing happened to call for interference.

On the day after the great meeting in Exeter Hall, Mr. Beecher wrote the following letter to a friend in America :

LONDON, Oct. 21st, 1863. “MY DEAR FRIEND,-Last night was the culmination of my labour in Exeter Hall. It was a very fit close to a series of meetings that have produced a great sensation in England. Even an American would be impressed with the enthusiasm of so much of England as the people of last night represented for the North. It was more than willing, than hearty, than even eager : it was almost wild and fanatical. I was like

to have been killed with people pressing to shake my hand ; men, women, and children crowded up the platform, and ten and twenty hands held over and stuck through like so many pronged spears. I was shaken, pinched, squeezed in every way an affectionate enthusiasm could devise, until the police actually came to my rescue, and forced a way, and dragged me down into the retiring-room, where a like scene began, from which an inner room gave me refuge, but no relief ; for only with more deliberation the gentlemen brought wives, daughters, sons, and selves for a 'God bless you.' And when Englishmen that had lived in America, or had sons in our army, or had married American wives, took me to witness their devotion to our cause, the chairman of our meeting, Mr. Scott, the Chamberlain of London, said that a few more meetings, and in some other parts of England, and the question would be settled. You will have sent to you abundant accounts, I presume.

“Lastly; England will be enthusiastically right, provided we hold on, and gain victories. But England has an intense and yearning sense of the value of success. —Yours ever lovingly.”

In another letter, dated a few days before the said meeting, we get an insight into the spiritual state of mind in which he was enabled to preserve himself while in our country. It was addressed, we presume, to the same American friend, and we give it in full :

LONDON, October 18th, 1863. "MY DEAR FRIEND,—You know why I have not written you from England. I have been so full of work that I could not. God has been with me, and prospered me. I have had health, and strength, and courage, and what is of unspeakable more importance, I have had the sweetest experience of love to God and to man of all my life. I have been enabled to love our enemies. All the needless ignorance, the party perversions, the wilful misrepresentations of many newspapers, the arrogance and obstinacy too often experienced, and yet more, the coolness of brethren of our faith and order, and the poisoned prejudices that have been arranged against me by the propagation of untruths or distorted reports, have not prevented my having a love for old England, an appreciation of the good that is here, and a hearty desire for her whole welfare. This I count a great blessing. God awakened in my breast a desire to be a full and true Christian towards England the moment I put my foot on her shores, and He has answered the prayers which He inspired. I have spoken at Manchester, Glasgow, Edinburgh, and Liverpool, and am now in London, preparing for Exeter Hall, Tuesday next. . I have been buoyant and happy. The streets of Man. chester and Liverpool have been filled with placards, in black and white letters, full of all lies and bitterness ; but they have seemed to me only the tracery of dreams. For hours I have striven to speak, amid interruptions of every kind-yellings, hootings, cat-calls, derisive yells, impertinent and insulting questions, and every conceivable annoyance—and some personal violence. I stood in Liverpool, and looked upon the demoniac scene almost without a thought that it was I that was present. It seemed rather like a storm raging in the trees of the forest, that roared and impeded my progress, but yet had no matters personal or wilful against me. You know, dear friend, how, when we are lifted by the inspiration of a great subject, and by the almost visible presence and vivid sympathy with Christ, the mind forgets the sediment and dregs of the trouble, and sails serenely in an upper realm of peace, as untouched by the noise below as is a bird that flies across a battlefield. Just so I had at Liverpool and Glasgow as sweet an inward peace as ever I did in the loving meetings of dear old Plymouth Church. And again and again, when the uproar raged, and I could not speak, my heart seemed to be taking of the infinite fulness of the Saviour's pity, and breathing it out upon those poor, troubled men. I never had so much of the spirit of continuing and uncon. scious prayer, or, rather, of communion with Christ. I felt that I was His dear child, and that His arms were about me continually, and at times that peace that passeth understanding has descended upon me that I could not keep tears of gratitude from falling for so much tender goodness of my God. For what are outward prosperities compared with these interior intimacies of God ? It is not the path to the temple,

but the interior of the temple that shows the goodness and glory of God. And I have been able to commit all to Him—myself, my family, my friends, and in an especial manner, the cause of my country. Oh, my friend, I have felt an inexpressible wonder that God should give it to me to do something for the dear land. When sometimes the idea of being clothed with power to stand up in this great kingdom, and against an inconceivable violence of prejudice and mistake, and clear the name of my dishonoured country, and let her brow shine forth, crowned with liberty, glowing with love to man-oh, I have seemed unable to live almost! It almost took my breath away!

“I have not, in a single instance, gone to the speaking halls without all the way breathing to God unutterable desires for inspiration, guidance, success; and I have had no disturbance of personality. I have been willing, yea, with eagerness, to be myself contemptible in men's sight, if only my disgrace might be to the honour of that cause which is entrusted to our thrice-beloved country. I have asked of God nothing but this—and this with uninterrupted heartflow of yearning request—make me worthy to speak for God and man. I never felt my ignorance so painfully, nor the great want of moral purity and nobility of soul, as when approaching my task of defending liberty in this her hour of trial. I have an ideal of what a inan should be that labours for such a cause, that constantly rebukes my real condition, and makes me feel painfully how little I am. Yet that is hardly painful. There passes before me a view of God's glory, so pure, so serene, uplifted, filling the ages, and more and more to be revealed, that I almost wish to lose my own identity, to be like a drop of dew that falls into the sea and becomes a part of the sublime whole, that glows under every line of latitude, and sounds on every shore ! · That God may be all in all' —that is not a prayer only, but a personal experience. And in all this time I have not had one unkind feeling towards a single human being. Even those who are opposed I have pitied with undying compassion, and enemies around me have seemed harmless and objects of charity, rather than potent foes to be destroyed. God be thanked, who giveth us the victory, through our Lord Jesus Christ.

“My dear friend, when I sat down to write, I did it under this impulse—that I wanted somebody to know the secret of my life. I am in a noisy spectacle, and seem to thousands as one employing merely worldly implements, and acting under secular motives. But should I die, on sea or land, I wanted to say to you, who have been so near and dear to me, that as God's own very truth, the life that I have lived in the flesh, I have lived by faith of the Son of God.' I wanted to leave it with some one to say for me, that it was not in natural gifts, nor in great opportunities, nor in personal ambition, that I have been able to endure and labour, but that the secret and spring of my outward life has been an inward, complete, and all-possessing

faith of God's truth, and God's own self working in me, to will and to do of His own good pleasure.

“There ; now I feel better!

Monday, 19th.—I do not know as you will understand the feeling which led to the above outburst. I had spoken four times in seven days to immense audiences, under great excitement, and with every effort of Southern sympathisers, the newspapers, street placards, and in every other way, to prevent my being heard. I thought I had been through furnaces before, but this ordeal surpassed all others. I was quite alone in England. I had no one to consult with. I felt the burden of having to stand for my country in a half-hostile land ; and yet I never flinched for a moment, nor lost heart. But, after resting twenty weeks, to begin so suddenly such a tremendous strain upon my voice, has very much affected it. To-day, I am somewhat fearful I shall be unable to speak to-morrow night in Exeter Hall. I want to speak there, if the Lord will only let me. I shall be willing to give up ail the other openings in the kingdom. I cannot stop to give you any sort of insight into affairs here. One more good victory, and England will be immovable. The best thinkers of England will be, at any rate.

I hope my people will feel that I have done my duty. I know that I have tried. I shall be glad to feel that my countrymen approved ; but, above all others, I should prize the knowledge that the people of Plymouth Church were satisfied with me. -I am as ever, yours,

“H. W. BEECHER." On Friday morning, 23rd October, at Radley's Hotel, between 200 and 300 gentlemen, chiefly ministers of various denominations, met Mr. Beecher at breakfast, upon the invitation of the Committee of Correspondence on American Affairs, for the purpose of wishing him farewell prior to his departure to the United States. Some of the most distinguished men in the metropolis were present, and spoke in terms of warmest admiration of the guest of the morning. The chair was occupied by the Rev. Baptist Noel, who referred, in a brief but very appropriate speech, to Mr. Beecher's brave advocacy of the cause of the despised and persecuted negro. The Rev. Dr. Waddington then read an address directed “ to the Christian Church under the pastoral care of the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher," in which Mr. Beecher was highly commended and eulogised for the brave and noble manner in which he had conducted himself while in this country—“for the service he had rendered to the cause of truth, of right and of liberty, by his manliness, highly moral courage, admirable temper, clear intelligence, sound argument, and above all, by the kindliness of his spirit.” It was signed, in the name and on behalf of the meeting, by Baptist W. Noel, M.A., Benjamin Scott, F.R.A.S., Chamberlain of London, Fredk. Tomkins, M.A., D.C.L., and John Waddington, D.D., and carried by acclamation, the company standing. Mr. Beecher responded in a highly felicitous speech, full of humour, Christian fervour, and sympathetic confidence. He felt that he had perfect freedom among those Christian friends, and that, therefore, he could tell them many things which, if told on a public platform, would be liable to be misconstrued and misrepresented. He referred to an incident in his own experience in England which we must reproduce here in his own words. “I wish to acknowledge," he said, “the many kind providences which have attended me at every step since I have been in England. I go home, not for the first time believing in a special Providence, but to be once more a witness to my people to the preciousness and truth of the doctrine, ‘God present with us.' In ways unexpected, and as if the

voice of God had sounded in my ears, I have been frequently assisted during my sojourn in this country. When I returned from the Continent I had not spoken in public during the previous twenty weeks. I began my course by addressing about 6,000 people in Manchester. I then went to Glasgow, Edinburgh, and Liverpool. The reception I met with at the latter town was very different from the 'welcomes of the other centres of commerce. I did not feel the slightest animosity towards the people of Liverpool. I saw that those

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