says, “It is necessary.”
Why? “I stand on a volcano.
are heaving beneath the mountains.
Thought -the earthquake of conscience — is below me.”
It is the acknowledgment of defeat.
The Roman thought, when he looked upon the cross, that it was the symbol of infamy,--only the vilest felon hung there.
One sacred sacrifice, and the cross nestles in our hearts, the emblem of everything holy.
erects her gibbet, repulsive in name and form.
One man goes up from it to God, with two hundred thousand broken fetters in his hands, and henceforth it is sacred forever.
I said that, to vindicate Puritanism, the children must be better than the fathers.
Lo, this event!
faced a New England
winter and defied law for themselves.
For us, their children, they planted and sowed.
our rights are trodden under foot; our cradles are not safe; our prayers may not ascend to God.”
They formed a State, and achieved that liberty.
goes a stride beyond them.
Under his own roof, he might pray at liberty; his own children wore no fetters.
In the catalogue of Saxon
heroes and martyrs, the Ridleys and the Latimers, he only saw men dying for themselves; in the brave souls of our own day, he saw men good as their fathers; but he leaped beyond them, and died for a race whose blood he did not share.
This child of seventeen years gives her husband for a race into whose eyes she never looked.
Braver than Carver
, more disinterested than Bradford
, broader than Hancock
, pure as the brightest names on our catalogue, nearer God's heart, for, with a divine magnanimity he comprehended all races,--Ridley
minister before him. He sits in that heaven of which he showed us the open door, with the great men of Saxon