it avoids many popular objections. I keep temporals and spirituals entirely separate; and hence can never be accused of designing to unite Church and State. I keep everything in its place, and have appropriate modes of reasoning for each particular department, thus giving to each a portion in due season. I have thus expressed myself freely, and have given my views without reserve; and I trust that I shall not be discarded for my frankness, or be pronounced an infidel. It is true that I reject revelation, but why should I be denied the Christian name on that account, any more than others? C. H. ART. VII-POETICAL CONTRIBUTIONS. I. THE SNOW. THE Snow has come: o'er field and hill Hush'd is the song in every grove, Each little flower, that late so fair O say not so. The cold, cold grave Believe each season, as it goes, Then hail! thou wintry robe of white! What though thou tell'st of waning light; 267 W. V. II. A PARABLE. From the German of Frederick Rackert. BEFORE the Sultan's throne appears "Thy wisdom's fame hath reached mine ears; With which doth Allah's favor side? A moment round the audience-room, And then he said, with bended knee : I know not, now, which way I came." C. T. B. III. INVOCATION. UNSHEATH thy sword, Orion! let it flash The work of thine own hands. Man hath gone mad! The banner of the Cross! Man heeds them not, Father! our hearts are failing us for fear. The troubled waters; then shall all be calm And hushed to peace. Speed on the day when men, Shall learn to war and fight no more; when earth, The angels' song and peal it back to heaven:- C. 1846.] The Tree of Life. 269 IV. THE TREE OF LIFE. From the German of Rückert. WHEN Father Adam lay at his last groan, Whereby he hoped recovery might be won. When Egypt's taskmasters made Israel groan. That tree put forth its blossoms fragrantly, When David, harping, sate upon his throne. Dry was the tree, when, in his wisdom, erred From the Lord's way the sage king Solomon. Yet every generation hoped to see Its life renewed in David's greater Son. Faith saw that day, in spirit, when she sate In sorrow by the floods of Babylon. And when the eternal lightning flashed from heaven, The passion-wood, to stretch his Christ upon. The blind world hewed its timber to a cross, That whoso tasted, life should be his own. C. T. B. VOL. XL. -4TH. S. VOL. V. NO. II. 24 ART. VIII. MEMOIR OF HENRY WARE.* THE book which has been so earnestly desired, is now in the hands of the many friends of Henry Ware. It has been read and approved. Undoubtedly there may be different opinions as to its execution, though we have heard of few exceptions to the general expression of grateful satisfaction. The book is not an eulogy, and none could wish it to be. It would not have comported with the character of the subject, or the relation of the writer. And this last may have prevented other features, which some would have been glad to see. The delicacy of a brother would naturally temper much of the ardor of expression, which another might have indulged. Yet while the ardor glows in every heart that knew Henry Ware, the very thought of him, in all his meekness and habitual moderation, does of itself forbid us to utter the half of what we feel, and we even thank the biographer that he has left so much unuttered. But all cannot be repressed. We must utter some of our feeling, not only for the man, but also for the Memoir. It does seem to us a most successful effort, and appropriate tribute. This conviction is strengthened by a second perusal. It is precisely the book which one would I wish to make for a brother, and such a brother. It is a book, which, we believe, Henry Ware himself, with all his severity of judgment as well as sensitiveness of nature, would approve. Flattery he abhorred, and there is none here. Extravagance he always avoided, and scrupulously has his biographer avoided it, even where it might have been pardoned. But we value the Memoir, yet more, for its usefulness. It will do good-and then will it accomplish the great object, for which he, whom it delineates, lived and labored. The earnest declarations which we have heard, as to the impression it makes, from some not apt to feel or speak thus, the interest it is calculated to awaken in those least familiar with its facts, the high yet reasonable and attainable mark to which it points the young minister, and every Christian believer, the vast results which it gradually exhibits by the very narrative of events, in its calm tone and just * Memoir of the Life of Henry Ware, jr. By his Brother, JOHN Ware, M. D. Boston: Munroe & Co. 1846. 12mo. pp. 484. |