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culty which they had, to comprehend the entire spirituality of their Master's system and kingdom, and to admit into their associations with the Jewish Messiah and Savior, the ideas of poverty, lowliness, suffering, and death.
Attached as they were to him by all the ties which we have enumerated, we see that when he was actually apprehended by his enemies, they all forsook him and fled; that they did not return to him; and that on the Mount where he was crucified, there was but one of them who appeared to witness the death of their Master and kinsman, and the extinction of all their hopes.
The event was one for which they were wholly unprepared. It confounded them. Their preconceived opinions were so strong, that when Jesus had before spoken to them of his death, they shut up their ears and their eyes, they would not understand him. We do not find a single hint in the Gospels, that they ever did understand him. The event itself was a blow, which at once enlightened and convinced them, and scattered them abroad also, like sheep without a shepherd. This is one scene.
And now let us behold another, which immediately succeeds it. Not a great many days elapse, when we find these very men, disheartened, disappointed, terrified, and dispersed as they had been, all gathered together again with one accord, fully recovered from all their depression, and with a settled resolution stamped on all their demeanor, which never marked them before, even while their Master was with them, to lead, combine, and encourage them.
The catalogue of their names is full, with one vacancy only, which they immediately supply. They begin to preach the doctrines of a crucified Savior, and we hear no more of their earthly notions of his kingdom. Their crude ideas and temporal hopes have, in a few days, vanished away. They preach Christianity, simply and purely. They gather to themselves thousands of converts.
They are persecuted, imprisoned, threatened; they behold one of their number soon cut off with the sword; they are surrounded by enemies and temptations; and yet they never hesitate nor falter; no, not the weakest of them; there is not a single defection from their reunited brotherhood. They go through country after country, and toil after toil, laying down their lives, one after another, for the holy truth, and they leave disciples behind them everywhere, to teach, and dare, and suffer, and do, and die, as they did.
Now what is the cause of all this, and how is it to be accounted for? Unbelievers may have many explanations to give, and they may be ingenious ones. I have but one, and it is a simple one. It is, that their crucified Master rose from the dead, as they have told us he did; that he instructed them, as they have told us he did; and that the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, was sent from the Father, according to his promise, to enlighten and sustain them. In short, I consider the conduct of the apostles, at, and after the death of Jesus, as perhaps the strongest proof of the reality of his glorious resurrection. If he rose from the dead, and appeared to them, and instructed and confirmed them, I can account for the sudden change in their characters, and for their subsequent knowledge and perseverance, and boldness, and success. If he rose not from the dead, I cannot account for those things; and the whole subject remains to me a deep historical mystery.
Simple, honest, excellent men! raised up by Providence for wonderful ends by wonderful means! Your lives, unadorned as they are, and comprehended in a few plain words, are yet alone among the lives of men; alone, in the varieties and contrasts of their fortunes; alone, in the multitude and importance of their consequences. We should be senseless, if we did not perceive the influence which you have exerted, on the character and opinions of mankind. We should be thankless, if we did not acknowledge the benefits of that influence, and bless God that we live to know and feel them,
And we humbly pray to God, the universal Father, the Source of all excellence and truth, that our fidelity to our common Master may be like yours; that our perseverance in executing his commands may be like yours; and that like yours may be our courage and constancy, if we should ever be called on to sacrifice comfort, worldly consideration, or life itself, to duty, conscience, and faith.
The Dangers of a Military Spirit.-HOPKINSON.
THE dangers which our country may apprehend, from the encouragement of a military spirit in our people, have been eloquently portrayed. It is undoubtedly true, that a strong
disposition of this sort has been manifested and was rapidly rising, in the people of the United States; and a greater evil could hardly befall us, than the consummation of its ascendency.
There is something so infatuating in the pomp and triumphs of war, that a young and brave people, who have known but little of its destructive miseries, may require to be guarded against falling into the snare, and led to direct their energies to other and better objects. It is worthy of remark that, in the various ways in which the genius and powers of men display themselves, the military course is the only one eminently dangerous to his species. Genius, in every other department, however dazzling and powerful, is never hurtful, and is generally a blessing to the world.
The stupendous genius of Newton elevated the dignity of man, and brought him nearer to his God; it gave him a path to walk in the firmament, and knowledge to hold converse with the stars. The erratic comet cannot elude his vigilance; nor the powerful sun disappoint his calculations. Yet this genius, so mighty in the production of good, was harmless of evil as a child. It never inflicted injury or pain on any thing that lives or feels.
Shakspeare prepared an inexhaustible feast of instruction and delight, for his own age, and the ages to come; but he brought no tears into the world, but those of fictitious wo, which the other end of his wand was always ready to cure. It is military genius alone, that must be nourished with blood, and can find employment only in inflicting misery and death upon man.
THE world is full of Poetry-the air
And sparkle in its brightness. Earth is veiled
That close the universe with crystal in,
Are eloquent with voices, that proclaim
In harmonies, too perfect, and too high,
The year leads round the seasons, in a choir
'Tis not the chime and flow of words, that move
The holy prophet, when his lips were coals,
The Dying Boy.-ANONYMOUS.
Ir must be sweet, in childhood, to give back
And when the eighth came round, and called him out
And sought his chamber, to lie down and die.
'Twas night: he summoned his accustomed friends, And on this wise bestowed his last bequest.
'Mother-I'm dying now!
There's a deep suffocation in my breast,
I feel the cold sweat stand:
My lips grow dry and tremulous, and my breath
Comes feebly up.
Oh! tell me, is this death?
Mother, your hand
Here-lay it on my wrist,
And place the other thus beneath my head,
Never beside your knee,
Shall I kneel down again at night to pray;
Oh, at the time of
you look round, and see a vacant seat,