pulpit. Here in words, every day in the streets by deed — as during a hard life, he repeated and obeyed her counsel. Of that pulpit, its theology, and its treatment by Unitarian divines, manly and Christian lips spoke to us two weeks ago. It is not for me, even if there were need, to touch on it Born in that faith, and nurtured in similar maxims of the utmost liberty and the duty of individual investigation and thought, I used it to enter other paths. Mine is the old faith of New England. On those points he and I rarely talked. What he thought, I hardly know. For myself, standing beneath the Gospel rule of “judging men by their fruits,” I should have felt stronger in defending my own faith, could I have pointed to any preacher of it who as gently judged and as truly loved his fellow-men. As to doctrines, we both knew that “the whole of truth can never do harm to the whole of virtue;” that, of course, a man's conception of truth is only his opinion, and not, necessarily, absolute truth. But it is always safe and wise for honest and earnest men to seek for truth everywhere and at all hazards. The results, if not wholly and only good, are yet the best things within our reach. The lesson of Theodore Parker's preaching was love. Let me read for you a sonnet still among his papers:
O Brother! who for us didst meekly wear
The Crown of Thorns about thy radiant brow,--
What Gospel from the Father didst thou bear,
Our hearts to cheer, making us happy now?
“Tis this alone,” the immortal Saviour cries--
'To fill thy heart with ever active love,--
Love for the wicked as in sin he lies,
Love for thy brother here, thy God above.
And thus to find thy earthly, heavenly prize.
Fear nothing ill; 't will vanish in its day;
Live for the good, taking the ill thou must;
Toil with thy might, with manly labor pray;
Living and loving, learn thy God to trust,
And he will shed upon thy soul the blessings of the just.'