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Psalm xxii. 26 : Your heart shall live forever.

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If this only read “Your soul shall live forever,” how many millions of sermons would have been preached on it in behalf of the Imniortality of the Soul, its imperishable worth, its capacities for joy and woe, and its nature as allied to that of the angels. But to treat of the heartthe Affections, the Sympathies, living forever, would not answer the purpose of the popular church ; for the dernier resort of the theology of a partial salvation lies in the prospective destruction of a portion of those living chords, over which pass the sorrows of our race, bringing 'thereby a burden to the heart that sinks it sometimes in the happiest hour. Indeed, if it be true that here our affections are never true and orderly till they embrace the race—till they respond to the great principle which underlies all those grand references to the whole world, as where the Savior says, “The field is the World,”

Go ye into all the World and preach the Gospel to every creature," and where Paul says, “I am debtor both to the Greeks, and to the Barbarians; both to the wise and to the unwise," and hence he was ready to knock at the gates of Rome for entrance to the Gospel, and to preach Christ in the palace of the Cæsars ;-if it be true that our affections are never orderly till they harmonize with such a world-embracing love, and they are to live forever, where is the prospect of redemption for a single soul if the Heaven of Partialism be the only Heaven in view ?

The heart which has been schooled on earth to love the race, must in view of the duty to hate those whom God hates, find heaven itself a prison of horror. Like the eagle made to soar amid mountain tops, and to gaze the sun in the eye in his meridian glory, but confined in a cage, beats himself against the wires till he must lie down in pain, so the soul that has loved the whole race, and desired and prayed for its redemption, must find itself a chained eagle in the VOL. XX.


This is an important subject,-The Office and the Immortality of the Affections. It enables us to apply to the theologies of our times the test which St. John directs to be applied, loved, try the spirits ;" and in this way let us decide which of the spirits abroad in the Christian Church, gives us any comfort in believing the grand sentiment, “Your heart shall live forever.”

We use the term heart as synonymous with the affections, as denoting the sensitive portion of our spiritual nature. We divide man into the Head and the Heart in the common language of every day. There is no misunderstanding each other when we say, His heart is better than his head_His heart is right, but his head is wrong. We set up an opposition of the Intellect and the Feelings--the Understanding and the Affections; and we mean that the person we speak of errs rather by deficiency of judgment than from want of right feeling. This is the case with good men who are, in a certain sense, as much in the way of social progress as the wicked. By their ignorance of what is really demanded, and by the force of habit or other causes which keep them away from enlightenment, they do more against God or his truth, than many classes of the wicked. We see this in Nathaniel, who in answer to an invitation to visit Jesus, turned away in disgust because of the bad fame of Nazareth,—“Can any thing good come out of Nazareth ?” Nathaniel was a good man. Jesus

said so.

No eulogy can be higher than that towards heaven, and again swelling the veins which Jesus pronounced on bim, declaring him that press against the earth as though the living free from guile, -that he had no deception in blood would saturate the ground and cry like his character. But this did not keep his heart Abel's to heaven. Your heart shall live forey. all right, his judgment correct; it did not ne- er. Generous humanities never die. What is cessarily enlarge his knowledge in all things; done for the race in a great love that absorbs lo. nor prompt to inquiry, or bring miraculously to calities, that knows not father or mother in its his eyes facts essential to right judgment, nor consecration to principles which are the only life place those facts without labor and culture in of progress, shall never die. It shall live fores. their proper relations. John Newton is every er to the glory of God. And it is the thought where quoted as a man of eminent piety, and that has been the chief inspiration of the noblest yet from his slave-ship he wrote home of "sweet men our race has ever known. It was so with communion with God;" and while Hopkins

Jesus. lle instructed no scribe to write down preached at Newport against the slave trade in his words. He sat on the mountain side, and which his own people were engaged, Whitefield as he spake, the winds came up winding around was introducing slavery into Georgia, and tel- him from the valleys, lifting his locks from his ling his friends in England by his letters that by holy brow and taking from his lips the words of the profits of his plantation he was paying off

the divinest heart that ever beat in a human the debts connected with his Orphan House;

breast. He did not command the arrest of those God, he said, was thus delivering him out of his fugitive words that freely uttered wisdom. He difficulties or embarrassments. It is in this spoke to the ever-living heart, and he doubted way-by this opposition of Head and Heart, not the issue. Nothing opens to our view the that Good Men retard the spread of Universal

heart of Jesus more than this. What a faith ism. They will not inform themselves concern

was his! What a trust in man! What a verifi. ing its real character and claims. They remain cation of St. John's words, “ He needed not that voluntarily ignorant; and is it not a sin of the any should testify of man, for he knew what Intellect, to say the least, to condemn and was in man.” He put his heart into those he preach against that which is not aciually known, addressed, and how it has lived! What a foun. that has not really been examined? Yet in this tain of spiritual vitality it is now in the world! condition of mind many good men denounce the

What a significance it gives to his own language abettors of Universalism as only evil persons, concerning the drinking of his blood, and how and on the strength of their judgment we are

true is his assertion, “ The words that I speak supposed, by thousands, to be infidels in dis- unto you, they are spirit, and THEY ARE LIFE." guise, aiming to put down all true godliness and As he uttered then, the languid blood of his owa to undermine the foundations of virtue and so- heart started with new energy on its round of cial order. How is it that we hope for the re- vitalizing the frame, and even his disciples wondemption of such? We hope for it in the fact, dered what refreshment had been given to him ; Their hearts shall live forever”– the Affections, and so if we let the life of his truth dwell in us, the Sympathies, shall triumph.

the inward experience of its power to quicken The life of the Affections has already wonder. our languid being in times of need, will prevent fully affected the decisions of the Intellect, and our asking for proofs of immortality; for we every day we discover some new advance in shall feel the all pervading conviction, as tbough permitting the betterness of the Heart to help the silver trump of Gabriel proclaimed it for our the erring Head. Humanity is put more and individual hearing, “Your heart shall live formore above the forms and laws of men; and ever." while ten thousand opinions and desires of It is the office of the Affections to give aid to the Intellect perish as shadows from the moun- the survey and decisions of the Intellect. It tain top, the Heart lives forever-the projects it comes into the council of the thoughts, as Lamhas devised for the happiness of mankind, are artine introduced Le Eure to the populace when still existing; in new and ever changing forms the strife was wildest and they knew not what it may be, but still existing, as the blood sent to decide upon. “Citizens,” said the poet, as he out by the animal heart in our breast, may be placed the venerable man before the multitude, detected now mounting to the sensorium in the whose face is the very type of Goodness,—“Citbrain, and anon coursing its way in the feet- izens, listen! for it is sixty years of a pure life now threatening to burst its dome and fly off that is about to address you." The heart thea


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We shall exult in seeing such strifes did that day shall live forever. And in nothing as that lately shown in the World's Fair in the is our race, with all its sinfulness and passion, Crystal Palace of London--the strife for the more jealous than of losing from the page of peaceful arts of industry, skill, inventive talent, History such incidents as these. Eloquent taste, genius. We shall rejoice in every thing speeches may be forgotten; mighty victories that turns away the eye of man and society from may cease to be recorded ; greatness of intellect the show and tinsel of War, and that interests no longer remembered; but a signal act of bu- him in the furtherance of the practical applicamanity shall still be repeated, and like our tion of the Gospel to the evils in the world, the mother's name, we shall never be tired of re- doing away of bigotry and narrowness, the peating it. How the heart lives forever is seen heaving up of the drag anchor of an iron coneven amid the horrors and the carnage of the servatism, and the bidding “God speed” to the Battle Field. Some little incident that sud-good ship "Reform" on her voyage of discovery denly brings out the real humanity of a leader, and improvement, fearing more to be found Bashes upon the sight of the army like the vis- among the do-nothings, than among those who ion which Constantine said he saw when the do some things wrong. To do out of an earnest Cross appeared in the sky, and the words came heart, exposes one to err; but to remain idle, out—"By this conquer.” The army then knows often results in greater errors. Jesus in the that they are not led inerely by a great general parable of the talent, commended those servants eager for the fame of the victor, to be classed who had made their money productive, without with the Cæsars, Alexanders and Napoleons, but censuring them for not obtaining more, but he a soul like Washington, whose heart lives for- did censure the servant who did nothing but ever-that never dies--that never slumbers by fear to do at all. “ Your heart shall live forevreason of selfish ambition, pride or daring. So er," and what shall live in it? A narrow or was it with the late General Taylor. Those broad love? backward or forward looking affecmemorable words, “ I never leave my wounded tions? If we truly obey the divine requirement, behind me,” will live forever. There was heart our love will be ever increasing-new developein them, a great heart, a leal heart, a heart that ments of man's claims upon us will be opened, made him an honest man, and drew the people and we shall find ourselves interested in every to honor him to the neglect of that which it is thing which concerns humanity. And when we thought can best sway the multitude-wondrous train our love to regard all ashe would have us to intellect and great statesmanship.

regard them- to be as a physician wherever the There is a great lesson here concerning the sinfully sick demand the concern of all God-lovOmice of the Affections. It tells us to set Hu- ing and man-loving souls, we shall have a love manity on its rightful throne. To be loyal to it

that will indeed live forever. through weal and woe. To rejoice not in ini- Suppose that we really have such a love swelquity but in the truth, because love never fail- l ling our breasts with the expansion of mighty eth, and where it once exists, it will never fail. affections; and suppose also that we suddenly What we do for others, shall return to ourselves die,--that is, all that can die-all that is morin the strengthening of our power to love the tal. We pass to the immortal world. We find Lord our God with all our heart.

there the full force of the truth, “ Your heart Here then comes in the Immortality of the

shall live forever.” We are admitted into what Affections. Here is the question :-Suppose we

Partialism calls Heaven. Here we are made to give the moral culture to our affections which know that vast portions of our race are left in Christianity demands-loving our neighbors as

endless sin--some dear to us, and we now are ourselves-setting man above law, humanity made to know that they are made to suffer and above forms, God above father and mother, and

What shall we do with that universal living really and truly and continuously for our love which we have carried to the Partialist's race, what will be the result? Why, so far as heaven? It is too big for the place. It beats and this world is concerned, we shall be interested throbs against the crystal walls, as the bass of in every effort to destroy the separating power

the monster organ would shake the walls and of erroneous localities and nationalities, and

foundations of some small chapel. It bewilders shall long for the time when the nations of the us, and we find ourselves like the Bride in her earth shall compose one Brotherhood, as the

new home when the sad hour comes which miny waves, or billows of the sea compose but makes the discovery to her —"There is no res.

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ponse here to the great love I brought! How And where the lofty mountains dot the skies hateful is the place! What a mockery is its Crowned with the thawless snows of ages past, splendor !" Beauty may shine from every wall, And where the crystal glaciers, bright with gems, music peal from every nook, the gorgeousness

Flash back the ardor of the day-god's glance,of wealth be every where displayed, and a thous- From the broad, verdant bosom of the West, and forms of ministries to her happiness be ready

Veined with its thousand silvery, thread-like at her bidding ; but what are all these to the heart that asks for a responsive love ? If, as in

Which dance unchecked along, bright, 'neath the the idea of the story of Mahomet, she could only

sun, have fallen asleep, and her heart of great love And pale, and love-lit when the moon looks down been taken out, and one with a love correspond- To kiss the pure transparence of their waves, ing to that of him with whom she was united

And darkened by the frowning gaze of giant placed there, she might wake and be happy. Bụt

woods never otherwise. The heart she brought living Bowered 'mid whose leafy gloom, smiles here forever, she must be miserable. To become sel

and there fish, indifferent, or to live beyond the restraints Like innocence asleep amid the flowers of loyal fidelity, could alone give her the sem

An humble cabin-home, blance of happiness or pleasure.

To the bright radiance of that golden realm If love universal be our Duty on Earth, then

Where the pure crystal gates of morning are, in order that we may have in prospect a true

And where the diamond harps of Orient Heaven, we must see room there to love all

Breathe matin music to the dreamy dawn,mankind with an undying love, for the “heart

There is no spot where Nature has not wove shall live forever."

Some spell to make it beautiful. Therefore, by the Office and Immortality of

Go gaze upon a summer sunset, when the Affections, Partialism is declared an error of

The monarch in his golden car goes down the Head, at war with the Heart. We must

Where the rich floating drapery of the cloudshave Universalism to be stimulated to fidelity Crimsoned, and purpled o’er, and edged with in every work of love.

Is gathered back in heavy gorgeous folds,
And looped with the first brilliant star of eve.
There, beauty dwells, with spirit-wings of light,

Her smile makes bright the sun's last parting


And her pure blush mantles the bending sky, WHERE are they not? Is there one barren place

Till earth gives faintly back the rosy tint, In the wide regions of immensity

And paints its semblance on the pathless air. Where the sweet smile of beauty never glows, And where the hand of Him who is eternal

Go list as the first warbling, wildwood birds Never wrought some charm, to bind the eager Wake their sweet music to the maiden morn, gaze,

Whose mist-wreathed feet steal noiselessly And fill the soul with rapture, and delight, Upon the vaulted pave of Heaven, as with her And wonder at the almighty power of Him Who called from silent chaos, and gave life

the glowing chambers of the West, To all created things ?

Gath’ring the last pale gems that fleeing night Far, from the golden sun-land of the South, Shook from her star-crown, as she hastened Where one eternal Summer ever blooms

hence, Where night but half obscures the radiant day, Decking the broad blue East, with here, and As if a deep mist-veil were gently thrown

there, Around the sun-set's glowing brow, and bound

A floating cloud, light as a fairy's dream, With a pale coronal of gleaming stars,

And smiling, as she sees its virgin brow From this enchanted realm of love and song, Own the first crimson blush of wakening day,To the far, frigid regions of the North,

Then, mirrored in some dreamy, wildwood fount Where the stern monarch, Winter, proudly sits She wreathes with diamond dew, her amber locks, All undisputed in his majesty,

And smiles at her own wondrous loveliness, Bearing the glittering, ice-gemmed sceptre of his

As half-coquettishly, half-timidly, power,

She hastes to ope the ruby gates of light,


rosy hand

She sweeps

governs all.


And let the sunbeams in ;

who may feel disposed to laugh, that our own Then earth, and air, and sky, are glory, light and theatre at that period was not much better, that hope.

the death of John the Baptist,' and a hundred Each trembling leaf, each tiny forest flower,

other pieces, were written in this style, while Each perfume-laden breeze, each bosomed lake,

we could not boast of a Paston, Fido, or Amin. Where, as the shadows darken o'er its mirrored

thus. blue,

“Milton, who took part in the representation, Earth seems reposing on the breast of Heaven- discovered amidst all the absurdity of the piece, Each tinted cloud, each flowering shrub, and the sublimity of the subject, which to common mossy tree,

view lay concealed. There are often instances All, every thing, that glows in earth, or Heaven, in which a vein of greatness may be traced by a Makes up the sum of Nature's loveliness.

man of genius, when to vulgar minds nothing All bright, all beautiful, all glorious —

but the ridiculous is to be seen. The seven The work of Him, who made, and guides, and deadly sins having a dance with the devil, as in

this comedy, is certainly the height of extravaBradford, Vt.

gance; but the world rendered miserable by human transgression, the goodness and the vengeance of the Almighty, the origin of our mis

fortunes and our crimes—these are subjects worMILTON.

thy of the boldest pencil. There is above all in

this subject, a mysterious horror, a gloomy and In reading Voltaire's Essay on epic poetry, I saddened sublimity, which is well adapted to was much interested in some criticisms on Mil- the English imagination. Milton at first deton's "Paradise Lost,” and thinking that they signed to make a tragedy of this farce of Andremight equally interest others, I have translated ino, and had actually composed one act and half them for the pages of the “Repository.” Mon. of another. This fact was made known to me sieur Voltaire remarks in his introduction to his by some gentlemen of letters, who received their criticism" There are some particulars which information directly from Milton's daughter, who are not to be found in the abridged life of died during my residence in London. Milton which is found in the preface to his “Milton's tragedy commenced with the solilwork. It is not surprising that after a dili- oquy of Satan found in the fourth canto, when gent search of all that concerns this great this rebellious spirit, escaping from the depths man, I should have discovered some circum

of hell, discovers the sun, fresh from the hands stances in his life that are unknown to the of its Creator : public. “ When Milton in his younger days was trav

O thon, that with surpassing glory crown'd, eling in Italy, he saw acted at Milan a comedy

Look’st from thy sole dominion like the God entitled Adam, or original sin, written by one

of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Andreino and dedicated to Mary de Medicis,

Hide their diminished heads ; to thee I call, queen of France. The subject of this comedie

But with no friendly voice and add thy name was the Fall of man. The characters in the

O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams, drama were-God the Father, devils, angels,

That bring to my remembrance from what state Adam, Eve, the serpent, death and the seven

I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere, deadly sins. This subject, worthy of the absur

Till pride and worse ambition threw me down dity which characterized the stage at that peri

Warring in heav'n, 'gainst heaven's matchless od, was written in a style which admirably cor

King.' responded with the design.

“ While he was at work with this tragedy, the The play opeos with a choir of angels, and sphere of his ideas often grew in proportion to Michael thus addresses them in the name of his his thoughts. The plan became immense under fellows: 'Let the rainbow be the bow of the his pen, and at length in place of a tragedy violis of the firmament; let the seven planets which would have only been fantastical and not be the seven musical notes; let time beat ex- interesting, he conceived the idea of an epic poactly the measure ; let the winds play the or. em, a species of writing in which men seein gan,' &c. The whole piece is written in this agreed to countenance the absurd under the style. I would only here hint to the French name of the marvellous.

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