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Bibles to all lands of the earth ? Yes; it must be, for Russia cares for the souls of the few sheep of her own fold, and England, alas ! seems to trouble herself more about the sheep of other folds. She wants to bring into hers those who do not belong to her, she lets those who do belong to her fold wander where they will; if they pay, she will help them to keep themselves; if they do not like to pay,
they may go where they please.
Here on this Easter morn, all tribes of people with the exception of a few poor Jews-may celebrate the uprising of the Son of God; may sing “Alleluia to Him who was dead, and is alive again; and hath the keys of hell and of death ;)). and with the exception of a few poor English also.
The Russian Embassy has its chapel; the Roman Catholic Church opens its wide doors to Austrians, Spaniards, Portuguese, and other representatives; but England-her Embassy sits
may hear a prayer read in private, but its Church has no representation here-its religious dignity is most entirely in abeyance. The Church of England is only known as a feeble term, heard of amid the din and clash of news
paper controversy. Its scattered children
may go to and fro, and grudge if they be not satisfied; for Church and State in England provide but scanty means for supplying them abroad with the bread of life which cometh down from Heaven.
And so it is that on this Easter day, our only resource is a stray clergyman from Scotland, and whether he is a minister of the Kirk or of the Church, we know not. But pleasant it is to hear our own Liturgy read, and thankfully do we, poor English, accept the crumbs that accident seems to give us, while beholding the fuller provision made for others.
I BELIEVE there is no other characteristic of the world we live in which draws upon it more of the abuse and indignation of the human beings who compose it, than that of its liability to change. A changing world, a world of change, is our daily pathetic complaint.
Yet is there something in our very constitution, in our human composition, to which the idea of a changeless state is positively painful and oppressive. What thoughtful child, who has been taught that heaven would consist in sitting above the skies throughout a changeless eternity, playing on a golden harp, has not experienced the
unutterable pain of feeling that it had no real sympathy with such a state of being; that it shrunk from the attempt to grasp and comprehend thenotion of blessedness thus presented; presented in a form with which its nature and capacity had no affinities ? Such is our complex nature; shrinking from eternal unchangeableness, and still complaining of temporal change.
Now, I am contemplating a change, and this is the cause of my philosophising on the subject. I and am to leave my dear Carl Tretons Torg; and, as soon as the water is open, I am to leave Stockholm. I have been wishing to do both, and I feel very sorry to do either. It may be long before I spend again such pleasant moments as I have spent looking out over the first; still longer before I spend so many gay and amusing hours as I have spent in the last.
“Chance and change are busy ever,
God is Light, and God is Love."
"Go back !" while will and pleasure say “Go on!” we all know which must be obeyed, however we may fret and frown about it.
I have been long waiting for the water to open ; a vessel sailed, but put back; hopes excited were frozen up again. I had heard a gun fired, and had seen smoke from a chimney, and I was busy preparing for a flight on the first day of May. But Grefven came in, and asked me what I was about. “Going to the Island of Gottland, I answered.”
That you cannot do till Pingst-dag," he replied.
“And pray what is Pingst-dag ?”
"I do not know what you call it in English; but it is the time of our Lord's journey to heaven.”
“Yes, then every one goes to Gottland; there is a steamer goes on a pleasure trip on WhitSunday; you can go cheap and return with it, and have much
also.” 'Ah! I mean to go alone, and not to return with the steamer that takes me; I am going to meditate at Wisby, and muse among its ruined churches, and over its strange history.”
“That you can certainly do, and return with the steamer; it stays some hours there. And if you go before Pingst it will not be green, and you can see no beauty in the ruins.”