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Sharpe (search for this): chapter 30
r; but the manna, when it was kept two days, bred maggots, and the little worms that run about on the surface of corruption call themselves the children and representatives of Channing. They are only the worms of the manna, and the pulpit of Federal Street found its child at Music Hall. God's lineage is not of blood., Brewster of Plymouth, if he stood here to-day, would not be in the Orthodox Church, counting on his anxious fingers the five points of Calvin. No! he would be shouldering a Sharpe's rifle in Kansas, fighting against the libels of the Independent and Observer, preaching treason in Virginia, and hung on an American gibbet; for the child of Puritanism is not mere Calvinism,--it is the loyalty to justice which tramples under foot the wicked laws of its own epoch. So Unitarianism — so far as it has any worth — is not standing in the same pulpit, or muttering the same shibboleth; it is, like Channing, looking into the face of a national sin and, with lips touched like Isai
Andy Johnson (search for this): chapter 30
cy, for our weapons, the man who could give to the cause of the slave that weapon was indeed one of its ablest and foremost champions. Lord Bacon said in his will, I leave my name and memory to foreign lands, and to my countrymen, after some time be passed. No more fitting words could be chosen, if the modesty of the friend who has just gone before us would have permitted him to adopt them for himself. To-day, even within twenty-four hours, I have seen symptoms of that repentance which Johnson describes--When nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust. The men who held their garments aside, and desired to have no contact with Music Hall, are beginning to show symptoms that they will be glad, when the world doubts whether they have any life left, to say, Did not Theodore Parker spring from our bosom? Ye; be takes his place-his serene place — among those few to whom Americans point as & proof that the national heart is still healthy and alive.
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
Wendell Phillips (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
Theodore Parker (search for this): chapter 30
of our beloved friend and fellow-laborer Theodore Parker, liberty, justice, and truth lose one of t a copy of the above resolution be sent to Mrs. Parker, with fit expression of our most sincere an reclaimed it. In the bloom of his youth, Theodore Parker flung his heart forward at the feet of th hesitating ,to speak just all I think of Theodore Parker, lest those --who did not know him shouldthings within our reach. The lesson of Theodore Parker's preaching was love. Let me read for yomportant sense be said to have had its root in Parker's heresy,--I mean the habit without which Orthmen said of it in the streets of Jerusalem, so Parker rung through our startled city the news of somt our attention to the God of the oppressed, Mr. Parker came with his wise counsel, and told us whercho down the centuries. Through such channels Parker poured his thoughts. And true hearts leapede for truth and right who did not look on Theodore Parker as his fellow-laborer. When men hoped fo[11 more...]
William Crafts (search for this): chapter 30
As Christ preached of the fall of the tower of Siloam the week before and what men said of it in the streets of Jerusalem, so Parker rung through our startled city the news of some fresh crime against humanity,--some slave-hunt or wicked court or prostituted official,--till frightened audiences actually took bond of their new clergymen that they should not be tormented before their time! Men say he erred on that great question of our age,--the place due to the Bible. Perhaps so. But William Crafts--one of the bravest men who ever fled from our vulture to Victoria — writes to a friend: When the slave-hunters were on our track, and no other minister, except yourself, came to direct our attention to the God of the oppressed, Mr. Parker came with his wise counsel, and told us where and how to go; gave us money. But that was not all: he gave me a weapon to protect our liberties, and a Bible to guide our souls. I have that Bible now, and shall ever prize it most highly. How direct
Miltiades (search for this): chapter 30
dare to mourn for him. How shall we group his qualities? The first that occurs to me is the tireless industry of that unresting brain which never seemed to need leisure. When some engagement brought me home in the small hours of the morning, many and many a time have I looked out (my own window commands those of his study), and seen that unquenched light burning,--that unflagging student ever at work. Half curious, half ashamed, I lay down, saying with the Athenian, The trophies of Miltiades will not let me sleep. He seemed to rebuke me even by the light that flashed from the window of his study. I have met him on the cars deep in some strange tongue, or hiving up knowledge to protect the weak and hated of his own city. Neither on the journey nor at home did his spirit need to rest. Why is he dead? Because he took up the burden of three men. A faithful pulpit is enough for one man. He filled it until the fulness of his ideas overflowed into other channels. It was not
Channing (search for this): chapter 30
, with the blessings of Cambridge. Men say he is a Unitarian no longer; but the manna, when it was kept two days, bred maggots, and the little worms that run about on the surface of corruption call themselves the children and representatives of Channing. They are only the worms of the manna, and the pulpit of Federal Street found its child at Music Hall. God's lineage is not of blood., Brewster of Plymouth, if he stood here to-day, would not be in the Orthodox Church, counting on his anxious sm is not mere Calvinism,--it is the loyalty to justice which tramples under foot the wicked laws of its own epoch. So Unitarianism — so far as it has any worth — is not standing in the same pulpit, or muttering 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
Priestly (search for this): chapter 30
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 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 the snarling journal thought bold, what the selfish politician feared as his ruin,--it was God's seal set upon his apostleship. The little libel gl
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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