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November (search for this): chapter 30
ath as early; but he died in good old age, if we judge him by his work,--full of labors, if not of years, a long life crowded into a few years; as Bacon says, Old in hours, for he lost no time. Truly, he lost not an hour, from the early years,--when in his sweet, plain phrase, he tells us, his father let the baby pick up chips, drive the cows to pasture, and carry nubs of corn to the oxen, --far on to the closing moment when, faint and dying, he sent us his blessing and brave counsel last November, dated fitly from Rome. God granted him life long enough to see of the labor of his hands. He planted broadly, and lived to gather a rich, ripe harvest. His life, too, was an harmonious whole,-- when brought Among the tasks of real life, he wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought. The very last page those busy fingers ever wrote, tells the child's story, than which, he says, no event in my life has made so deep and lasting an impression on me. ... A little boy in p
August 24th, 1810 AD (search for this): chapter 30
esk is Truth! That your brave teacher dared to speak, and no more. It is only two or three times in our lives that we pause in telling the whole merit of a friend, from fear of being thought flatterers. What the world thinks easily done, it believes; all beyond is put down to fiction. I find myself hesitating ,to speak just all I think of Theodore Parker, lest those --who did not know him should suppose I flatter, and thus 31 mar the massive simplicity of his fame. Born on the 24th of August, 1810, he died just before finishing his fiftieth year. He said to me, years ago, When I am fifty, I will leave the pulpit, and finish the great works I have planned. God ordered it so! He has left this desk, and gone there to finish the great works that he planned! Some speak of his death as early; but he died in good old age, if we judge him by his work,--full of labors, if not of years, a long life crowded into a few years; as Bacon says, Old in hours, for he lost no time. Truly, h
1837 AD (search for this): chapter 30
ering the same shibboleth; it is, like Channing, looking into the face of a national sin and, with lips touched like Isaiah's, finding it impossible not to launch at it the thunderbolt of God's rebuke. Old Lyman Beecher said, If you want to find the successor of Saint Paul, seek him where you find the same objections made to a preacher that were made to Saint Paul. Who won the hatred of the merchant-princes of Boston? Whom did State Street call a madman? The fanatic of Federal Street in 1837. Whom, with unerring instinct, did that same herd of merchant-princes hate, with instinctive certainty that, in order that their craft should be safe, they ought to hate him? The Apostle of Music Hall. That is enough. When some Americans die — when most Americans die — their friends tire the public with excuses. They confess this spot, they explain that stain, they plead circumstances as the half justification of that mistake, and they beg of us to remember that nothing but good is to
1860 AD (search for this): chapter 30
Theodore Parker (1860). I. From the Proceedings of the New England Antislavery Convention at the Melodeon, Boston, May 31, 1860. The following resolutions were offered by Wendell Phillips:-- Resolved, That in the death of our beloved friend and fellow-laborer Theodore Parker, liberty, justice, and truth lose one of their ablest and foremost champions,--one whose tireless industry, whose learning, the broadest, most thorough, and profound New England knows, whose masterly intellect, melted into a brave and fervent heart, earned for him the widest and most abiding influence; in the service of truth and right, lavish of means, prodigal of labor, fearless of utterance; the most Christian minister at God's altar in all our Commonwealth; one of the few whose fidelity saves the name of the ministry from being justly a reproach and by-word with religious and. thinking men; a kind, true heart, full of womanly tenderness; the object of the most unscrupulous even of bigot and pri
May 31st, 1860 AD (search for this): chapter 30
Theodore Parker (1860). I. From the Proceedings of the New England Antislavery Convention at the Melodeon, Boston, May 31, 1860. The following resolutions were offered by Wendell Phillips:-- Resolved, That in the death of our beloved friend and fellow-laborer Theodore Parker, liberty, justice, and truth lose one of their ablest and foremost champions,--one whose tireless industry, whose learning, the broadest, most thorough, and profound New England knows, whose masterly intellect, melted into a brave and fervent heart, earned for him the widest and most abiding influence; in the service of truth and right, lavish of means, prodigal of labor, fearless of utterance; the most Christian minister at God's altar in all our Commonwealth; one of the few whose fidelity saves the name of the ministry from being justly a reproach and by-word with religious and. thinking men; a kind, true heart, full of womanly tenderness; the object of the most unscrupulous even of bigot and pri
June 17th, 1860 AD (search for this): chapter 30
he words that never failed to be fitting, with that heart that was always ready, with that eloquence which you never waited for and were disappointed,--he should have done for us what we vainly try to do for him. Farewell, brave, strong friend and helper! Sleep in peace with kindred ashes Of the noble and the true; Hands that never failed their country, Hearts that baseness never knew! Ii. At the Memorial Service of the Twenty-Eighth Congregational Society, in Music Hall, on Sunday, June 17, 1860. The lesson of this desk is Truth! That your brave teacher dared to speak, and no more. It is only two or three times in our lives that we pause in telling the whole merit of a friend, from fear of being thought flatterers. What the world thinks easily done, it believes; all beyond is put down to fiction. I find myself hesitating ,to speak just all I think of Theodore Parker, lest those --who did not know him should suppose I flatter, and thus 31 mar the massive simplicity of
John Quincy Adams (search for this): chapter 30
e equalled him in thoroughness of preparation. Before he wrote his review of Prescott, he went conscientiously through all the printed histories of that period in three or four tongues. Before he ventured to paint for you the portrait of John Quincy Adams, he read every line Adams ever printed, and all the attacks upon him that could be found in public or private collections. Fortunate man! he lived long enough to see the eyes of the whole nation turned toward him as to a trusted teacherAdams ever printed, and all the attacks upon him that could be found in public or private collections. Fortunate man! he lived long enough to see the eyes of the whole nation turned toward him as to a trusted teacher. Fortunate, indeed, in a life so noble, that even what was scorned from the pulpit, will surely become oracular from the tomb! Thrice fortunate, if he loved fame and future influence, that the leaves which bear his thoughts to posterity are not freighted with words penned by sickly ambition or wrung from hunger, but with earnest thoughts on dangers that make the ground tremble under our feet, and the heavens black over our head,--the only literature sure to live. Ambition says, I will write
Americans (search for this): chapter 30
et in 1837. Whom, with unerring instinct, did that same herd of merchant-princes hate, with instinctive certainty that, in order that their craft should be safe, they ought to hate him? The Apostle of Music Hall. That is enough. When some Americans die — when most Americans die — their friends tire the public with excuses. They confess this spot, they explain that stain, they plead circumstances as the half justification of that mistake, and they beg of us to remember that nothing but goAmericans die — their friends tire the public with excuses. They confess this spot, they explain that stain, they plead circumstances as the half justification of that mistake, and they beg of us to remember that nothing but good is to be spoken of the dead. .We need no such mantle for that green grave under the sky of Florence,--no excuses, no explanations, no spot. Priestly malice has scanned every inch of his garment,--it was seamless; it could find no stain. History, as in the case of every other of her beloved children, gathers into her bosom the arrows which malice had shot at him, and says to posterity, Behold the title-deeds of your gratitude! We ask no moment to excuse, there is nothing to explain. What<
Michael Angelo (search for this): chapter 30
t-tune; ever fresh from the heart of God, as these flowers, these lilies, the last flower over which, when eyesight failed him, with his old gesture he passed his loving hand, and said, How sweet! As in that story he loved so much to tell of Michael Angelo, when in the Roman palace Raphael was drawing his figures too small, Angelo sketched a colossal head of fit proportions, and taught Raphael his fault, so Parker criticized these other pulpits, not so much by censure as by creation — by a pulpAngelo sketched a colossal head of fit proportions, and taught Raphael his fault, so Parker criticized these other pulpits, not so much by censure as by creation — by a pulpit, proportioned to the hour, broad as humanity, frank as truth, stern as justice, and loving as Christ. Here is the place to judge him. In St. Paul's Cathedral, the epitaph says, if you would know the genius of Christopher Wren, look around. Do you ask proof how full were the hands, how large the heart, how many-sided the brain of your teacher?--listen, and you will hear it in the glad, triumphant certainty of your enemies that you must close these doors, since his place can never be filled
Bacon (search for this): chapter 30
gh work for three men to do; and he sank under the burden. Lord Bacon says, Studies teach not their own use; that comes from a wisdom without them and above them. The fault of New England scholarship is that it knows not its own use; that, as Bacon says, it settles in its fixed ways, and does not seek reformation. The praise of this scholar is, that, like the great master of English philosophy, he was content to light his torch at every man's candle. He was not ashamed to learn. When he has left this desk, and gone there to finish the great works that he planned! Some speak of his death as early; but he died in good old age, if we judge him by his work,--full of labors, if not of years, a long life crowded into a few years; as Bacon says, Old in hours, for he lost no time. Truly, he lost not an hour, from the early years,--when in his sweet, plain phrase, he tells us, his father let the baby pick up chips, drive the cows to pasture, and carry nubs of corn to the oxen, --far
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