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the little flowers that are waiting so patiently to her quiet model "home,” was Miss Bremer, with peep out into the sunshine. I am writing with a family circle around her, among which I rea vase of violets and anemones before me, the cognized the “ President's daughters,” “Nina," first that have gladdened my eyes this season.

“Helena,” and other pets. I longed to speak to The peach and the cherry trees are loaded with her, to tell her what a pleasant light she had their pretty pink and white blossoms, and the thrown around our American firesides, but I apple is just bursting its buds, giving us one feared to intrude into that charmed circle. breath of delicious fragrance.

From here we slid quietly into the “poets' Among the handsome buildings I would men- corner." Oh what an intellectual soiree! what tion the Arcade, the Railroad Depot, remarkably a crushing, overpowering weight of intellect ! unique and novel in its architecture, the Athe- what a melody of song! næum, the High School, and the Roger Williams Here was Shakspeare, noble Shakspeare, surChurch, with its pretty grassy lawn surround- rounded by a throng of geniuses all striving to ing it, wiih foot-paths winding around it, which seize his pen, that they might fashion their own after all gives the beauty to the spot. The church quills after this inimitable model, which has itself, I cannot remember now that it is out of penned such wonderful revelations of philosomy sight, as being peculiar in its structure, or phy, religion and human nature. Browning and possessing more beauty than many other places Elizabeth Barrett Browning, sat looking into of worship. The college buildings are finely sit- each other's eyes, drawing inspiration therefrom, uated, combining the advantages of fresh air, to give to the world the united efforts of their freedom from noise, and an extensive view of great natures. I was amused to see Festus the city and surroundings, lying at its feet. standing on a high stool, swinging his cap, and

I walked to the Athenxum one afternoon with screaming to the top of his lungs of “Lucifer," my friend Mrs. B—, and must tell you of the and the “ fallen angels;" while Milton sat gazdelightful interview we held with the great gen- / ing composedly at him, twirling his spectacles, iuses who occupy this building. It is a large and striving to suppress the smile that was spacious hall, with little cozy recesses on either twitching the corners of his mouth. side, each nook being appropriated to some dis- My attention was called away from this luditinct class of authors.

crous scene, by the sound of soft music, that stole A sort of magnetic influence drew me first to upon my ear from a remote corner of the librathe snug retreat of Scott, Dickens, Bulwer, &c. ry, which I knew from its exquisite melody Here I received a warm welcome. A lively, could be no other than Keats. Ah, I saw him happy group i found them; almost bursting their when the inspiration was on bim, when his harp leathers with fun and frolic, with now and then was strung to the harmony of his own beautiful a grave shake of the head from an occasional imaginings. I did not see those heartless crit. one, who has so long groped through the dark ics, sticking their sharp elbows into his woundwindings of sin and crime, that the very air they ed side, probing his very heart till the warm breathe is thick with vapors, and damp and blood flowed his life away, a poor victim to the gloomy with mists. Scott with his bright dres- abuse of an unappreciating world. sing gown and slippers sat with his friends But I must not linger longer in this pleasant around him in pleasant converse, looking indeed society. We had given so much time to the like the being who could throw around the puri- poets and novelist, that we had no leisure to ty of Jennie Deans, the saintly robe of his own glance at the historians, philosophers, divines, imaginings.

&c., neither should I, dear Mary, give you a just I noticed Miss Edgeworth in close conversa- account of my visit, were I to fill my letter and tion with Harriet Martineau, casting now and omit to speak of the delightful intercourse enthen a sly glance at their literary gentlemen joyed with my friend in her own dwelling, which friends, no doubt discussing the propriety of a is made so pleasant a place to her family and so matrimonial alliance. I need not tell you how hospitable a home to her visitors. glad I was to meet our own beloved Hawthorne, I cannot tell you how intensely I have enjoyand Washington Irving, with his array of gob

ed reading with her, hers and our favorite poet lins and hobgoblins, and fairy spirits dancing Tenneyson. We could not resist the temptation around him, lighting on his shoulder, kissing to read together “In Memoriam.”

Much as I their bony hands to him, and shaking their gris- admired it before, I see new attractions in it on ly locks with laughter and jollity. Installed in each perusal. Reading it too, with an appreci

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ative companion, is peculiarly suggestive to fresh nyer.jest friends. I can never forget the deun bought of beauties.

light bours I base speat with him, wandering Ah, Jlary, what a great and boy gift is the orer the birls, through ihe valleys and dusty poei's. How often hare I core:ed his wooder- roads of his native land, visiting with him the ful wealth of expression, and the melody of his hamlet of Margaret, weeping with ber orer her thoughts. The best and holiest fee ings of our loss; entering with him the pastor's family, and sonis, can be expressed nowhere out of the po- bis companion in all bis wayside talks. et's measure. Prose, even the most de icate, is! Wordsworih was a good man. His pure intoo harsh to touch some of the cords of our heart, , Auence stole over me like the presence of the which only sing to the music of rhythm. I bare white doe, giiding softly in to the church-yard been more impressed with this than ever before, ' of Rvlstone. How different the effect of Byron since reading this last great work of Tenneyson, or Shelly's poetry atiects a young uncultivated this crowning point of his glory. Can he go be- mind. I bow down before the wonderful genius yond it? I often ask myself. I tremble when I of Shelly, but there is a want of calmness in his think of the serene heights he has attained, and I own soul, that rufies the waters of mine. His the awful precipice at his feet, with clouds and poems inspire me with distracting ambitions. I inists above him, with now and then a streak of long to spring out of the narrow sphere of wolight beckoning him on to higher efforts of gen. / man's quiet lot, and achieve some daring victoius. Who could have expressed the thoughts Ty of mind. I ride with “Queen Vab" in her that are the groundwork of “ In Jemoriam" in chariot,“ her coursers pawing the unyielding prose? None but Tenneyson could weave those air;" and from that dizzy height, I look down sacred materials into a cadence that would not on the sleeping beauty of lanthe with envy, yet grate upon the soul's ear, and creak harshly, as am held by an invisible strength from taking it came in contaet with the heart's delicate the leap. strings.

You like this does Wordsworth affect me. He Its religious character recommended it to me, infuses bis religious calmness into my bosom. as a spiritual guide in perfecting this part of my Nor does he permit me to sit in stupid satisfacnature. How does admiration lead to wonder, tion, viewing all things around, as too good in and wonder perve almost into worship, as we

themselves to spur me to effort; but rather fills trace the workings of his soul, through the ter- my heart with holy resolutions, and with a rearible depths of affliction, of almost despair, to sonable desire to grasp the ideal, yet not lose the the gradual calmness and final victory over

beauty of woman's domestic life. I would adgrief, changing all the passing events to the vise all young persons who have a taste for pogood of his own nature, sucking from them the etry, to study Wordsworih, to create in them a bitter truths that sweeten his whole after exist

healthy tone of poetical thought, and to fill their ence.

souls with his creations of beauty, as taken from Dear Mary, I am not criticising this book. I Nature's own store-house. have no critical power, and I am often thankful

F. M. CHESEBRO'. for it. I pity those who sit calmly down to the butchering process of dissecting such poems as we find in “ In Memoriam.” It is like cutting one's heart-strings to see what they are made

A PLEA FOR CSIERSALISM, SPECIALLY TO of. But I can tell what I like or dislike, my

WOMAN, woman's whims, as they doubtless would be IN EPISTLES TO AMIE. called, and my own reasons for them are, the maiden's affection for her lover, “I love him be. cause I love him.” I am content with this,

INTRODUCTORY. grateful that I can enjoy the beauty of a great poern, without caring for a critical appreciation It was frankly avowed by an advocate of a of it.

certain form of religion, that "the female mind We are also to read together “The.Prelude," alone seemed properly fitted to appreciate its Wordsworth's last published book, though com- tenets." We by no means set up such an idea pleted in 1805. I anticipate a rich feast of in- as this in behalf of our religion, when we say we tellect in this work. Good old Wordsworth ! specially address our plea for Universalism to how I grieved when he died. He was one of Woman. We believe " there is neither male

nor female in Christ Jesus,” and that a divine their zeal only by an incessant round of religtruth, given for human salvation, addresses it- ious meetings and exercises, making forms reself to all classes and conditions of minds, – ligion and religion forms. They do not identify masculine and feminine, educated and undiscip- the preacher with his preaching, and because of lined. We say we write now specially to Wo- the honesty and goodness of the one, conclude man, because we want to pursue such a method that the other must be sound and scriptural. But and to preserve such a spirit in discussing the they are of the class who have been awakened merits of Universalism, as will make our work to think deeply and solemnly on religious docmore acceptable and useful to her than would trines. They have met evasion when the most probably be the case did we not make her prom- pungent questions in theology were propounded, inent to our sight as the reader of our thoughts. and they have felt that annihilation must come

It has been well said, that “in the purity of to the best sympathies of their nature before female feelings we may have a security that any they could be fitted to find happiness in the system that recommends itself to woman, must heaven which the dominant church pictures. have a fair semblance of goodness as it appears They have been repulsed by the barbarous spirit in their eyes.” On the basis of this thought it of the popular pulpit, and have felt that they may be said, that Universalism has not even a could not love the God described to them there, semblance of goodness, for when it is first and ought not to love him if they could. They preached in any place, few or no women are have carried the beautiful ministry of nature, found amid the audience. In answer to this, and even more beautiful ministry of their own we can but remark, that where Universalism

sympathies and affections, with them into the has not been preached, the aspect given to it, retreat of prayer, and bending over the Scripfor woman to behold, is by no means a fair one. tures they have felt the motions of a spirit proIt is associated with every thing vile and mean. phetic of better things than the Church gives It is regarded as destructive of piety and order them from the Oracles of God, by its narrow inand decency. It is supposed to be only covert terpretations. The language of universality, infidelity, using the Savior's name only as some where the Divine Purpose in Christ is treated by honorable term for a poisonous thing. It is the sacred writers, tells of grace mightier in its avoided as moral contagion ; and we have known final victories than the learned in creeds and cases where one woman only attended the first logic and metaphysics have ever dreamed of. meeting held by a Universalist in her town, and They take what seems a small discovery and go was deemed an awful sinner for venturing so on thinking and praying, praying and thinking,

gel of the Lord, as though he were a Messenger their affections, because it proclaims Jesus as of Satan, and regarding him in this light, it is to “the Savior of the World.” The process of reathe honor of woman that she feels impelled to soning, as Scripture facts are apprehended and keep afar from what can only be regarded as the arranged in the Divine Order, as fully demonCouncil of Evil. But when the ministry of Uni- strates to their moral being the truth of the Salversalism has become extended in any place, and vation of our undivided race, as any scientific it is understood in its true character, then we truth is demonstrated to the intellect of the phifind our religion vindicated by the predominance losopher. The rapture of the astronomer, in anof women among its advocates. It alone can nouncing his great discovery, is but a faint picgive rest to Woman's affections. It alone has ture of that celestial joy which comes with the harmony with her beautiful sympathies, and lifts conviction that no soul created by the Almighty to the highest heaven of rapture the exultant will ever find its immortality a curse. How nohopes of a soul that through its own inexhausti- bly did Kepler write of his discovery: “It is ble love has learned of the love of Him whose now eighteen months since I got the first glimpse " compassions fail not."

of light, three months since the dawn, very few And here let us say a word of that class of days since the unveiled sun, most admirable to feminine minds that most readily become inter- gaze on, burst upon me. Nothing holds me; I ested in Universalism. They are not of those will indulge in my sacred fury; I will triumph who lean on the word of a minister as though over mankind by the honest confession, that I he were God's mouth-piece--the living oracle- have stolen the golden vases of the Egyptians to the Mediator. They are not of those who feed build up a tabernacle for my God, far from the VOL. XX.

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Jexus was borried from the Cross to tbe to. Tersain, sibe answer of thy deepest exrial, and, therefore, the common niies of a sec- perieace be. No conception of the Gospel can 11on could not be attended to. At early dawn gire such bessedness as the true one. They Mary went forth with spices to tbe tomb where who are of faib are blessed with faithful Abrashe supposed the dead body of Jesus still laç. h2o; they now may be as he was when he saw As she entered the garden of the sepolcbre, the the Messiah's day and was glad, and was called shadows were dense about her pathway, and it the friend of Goiwas yet dark.” She found the tomb, and she found it empty. But one idea then took posses. * That God which erer lives and lores,sion of her mind, and that was, The enemies of One God, one law, one element, Jesus had taken his body away from the rocky And one far-off divine erent, tomob and had hidden it. Mary wept. A voice ad- To which the whole creation mores." dressed her, “Woman, why weepest thou?" She replied, “ They have taken away my Lord, and I : In offering a plea for Universalism, we only know not where they have laid bim.” She turn- ask that our furun of Christianity be considered. ed to hide her tears, and saw a person whom she

We do not present it as a substitute for the Bisupposed to be,-probably from the clothes worn, ble, for it is an interpretation of the Bible; and -the gardener. The same question was asked we cannot admit that any person has faith in her, with another, “ Whom seekest thou ?” She, whai he prosesses to believe, who refuses to exunder the impression that she was addressed on- amine any other form of doctrine. When the ly by the gardener, answered, “Sir, if thou bast Aposile wrote, “ Prore all things; hold fast that borne bir hence, tell me where thou hast laid which is good," the latter exhortation implied him, and I will take him away.” Tears again that obedience to the former would bring some flowed like rain. There, look on Mary. She is filse things before the mind. But we find that now under the influence of an error. She be- the greatest obstacle in the way of Christian adlieves Jesus to be dead, and that his body has vancement in truth, is the unwillingness, the been disentombed and hidden. Love is deprised refusal to “prove all things.” We were lately of performing the little acts of regard for the ta- told of a minister, in one of our cities, who debernacle that so late had a holy guest; and to clared, from his pulpit, that he would not examine her mind insult to the dead has been added to Universalism; he was fixed upon that; he would cruelty to the living. She weeps, and well may have nothing to do with it; lie would not look she weep. It is human nature to be thus af- at it. And who can admire such a stand! What fected under such circumstances. It is a tribute

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dence in the soundness of such a man's faith in row cast of countenance. The Universalist what he professes to believe. He may be like alone puts up with difference of opinion, by reahim of old, who asserted an astronomical error, son of his own very difference; because his difand was asked to look through a telescope to ference is a right claimed by him in the spirit of behold the demonstration of his error, but repli- | universal allowance, and not a privilege arrogaed, “I will not look.Let not such persons talk ted by conceit. He loves poetry and prose, ficagainst a papal claim to infallibility; for theirs tion and matter of fact, seriousness and mirth, is but the poorest imitation of the same pre- because he is a thorough human being, and consumption.

tains portions of all the faculties to which they We lore Universalism because it makes us

appeal.” free to travel any where in the world of thought It is in the spirit of this thought, that we inor ideas. No theory of human salvation do we vite attention to what may be given us to say in dread to examine. Every thought of a serious,

behalf of what is, to us, the “most holy faith.” God-fearing, and philanthropic soul, is to us wor- We discover that of all the causes of unhappithy of study. Infidelity has served the truth by ness, there is none so great as that view of God sifting the weak from the strong arguments used which dictates a belief in the eternity of sin and in its support; by turning every possible phase of misery, and our labor shall be to pour into other Christianity to the light, and calling the earnest minds the light that has been the joy of our bebeliever to set up the ever-opening evidences of ing. We are not blind to any form of evil; we the divine origin of the Gospel. Gazing, in our see the sinfulness of man, the misery of wrong study, on a thousand books, we behold many in doing, but we believe in God, in the perfection which the energy of the writer is given against of his creative purpose, and the universal and our faith. History and Biography, Science and complete harmony to which all things tend. We Philosophy, Travels and Fictions, Sermons, Es- know the strength of human passion, the ignorsays and Poetry, all present a force against Uni- ance, brutality, and iniquity, that defiles the gloversalism. It pervades English literature ; it ry of man, but our hope is still in God: infects scholarship in its dealings with language

“ 0, yet we trust that somehow good and philosophy; and whose reads freely in all

Will be the final goal of ill, departments of literature, as represented in all

To pangs of nature, sins of will, the "Reviews," must meet the force against

Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; Universalism, just as truly as you must take the fog and the mist with the air you breathe in That nothing walks with aimless feet; your walk when the wind is “due east." It is That not one life shall be destroyed, a joy that we can have this freedom of com

Or cast as rubbish to the void, merce with all thought, and that we can take When God shall make the pile coMPLETE.” the air" that feeds life, and yet resist the infec. tious miasma by a good vitality, wondering how they live who, like Ephraim of old, “ feed on the east wind.” An English writer in speaking of what he calls “The Literary Universalist,” ut

LET US BE FRIENDS. ters some thoughts that apply well to the Bibli

Let us be friends ! life is too short cal Universalist in reference to his freedom to

And faithful friends so few, read and study all forms of theulogy, to prove

We must not for one discord snap all things,” that he may “ hold fast that which

Our harp of life in two. is good.” He says :

"A Universalist, in one high bibliographical Our life in diverse paths may run, respect, may be said to be the only true reader; Our thoughts may cease to flow for he is the only reader on whom no writing is In one smooth current, let us still lost. Too many people approve no books but Be friends as on we go. such as are representatives of soine opinion or

We know the same pure goal is ours, passion of their own. They read not to have

The goal of heavenly truth ; human nature reflected on them, and so be taught

Like Orpah let us not go back, to know and to love every thing; but to be re

But on like faithful Ruth. flected themselves, as in a socket mirror, and so interchange admiring looks with their own nar- Providence, R. I.,

H. BACON.

E. A. BACON.

1850.

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