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      We Should Do Our Utmost To Encourage The...

      We should do our utmost to encourage the Beautiful , for the Useful encourages itself . — Goethe .

      The Defeat. The Struggle's O'Er, And Onc...

      THE DEFEAT . The struggle ' s o ' er , and once again Foul wrong has trampled on the right ; Yet , sadly they misjudge the fight Who think that we have fought in vain , 'T is true , no well-fought field we boast ; 'Tis true , we wear no laurel-bough ; But ' tis not true ( through failing now ) , In losing this , that all is lost . Think not that martyrs die in vain . ; Think not that truth so soon will fail : We only bow before the gale , We only break to form again . These are but flashes which forerun , As heralds of the tempest ' s power , And serve to light the clouds that tower , And show the storm has not begun . There groweth up a mighty will , And time will only give it force ; Through somewhat swerving in its course , It tendeth to an object still ; And , toiling upward to the place , Where shines the everlasting morn , — Not fearing hate , nor heeding scorn , The vanguard of a wavering race . Through vengeance was the battle-cry , And fell revenge first drew the sword ; More firm in act , more true in word , We seek a nobler victory . And all the failures in the past But make the future more secure ; And bygone sufferings ensure The triumph of our cause at last . Secure in truth , we wait the day As watchers wait the morning light ; For time will only strengthen right , The false alone need dread delay . Nov . 10 , 1850 . II . R . Nicholls .

      Persecution. To Roast A Man's Body For T...

      PERSECUTION . To roast a man ' s body for the good of his soul and the glory of God was the agreeable pastime of pious fervour in that " Religion of our fathers " which we are often urged to " stand by . " But , like many other methods for the propagation of the Gospel , it has fallen somewhat into discredit in our degenerate prosaic times ; and now each party is as anxions to disclaim the method as it formerly was to practise it . To listen to the indignant sarcasms which Protestants utter on platforms and in journals against the " persecuting Papists , " and the virtuous horror with which they endeavour to inspire all England against this culinary creed ( " so dreadful in families " !) one might really imagine that Persecution was the monopoly of Rome , and that Protestants were guiltless of all imputations on that score . Historically considered , this is a barefaced falsehood . If we are to judge between the two creeds by the exhibition they make in the pages of history , they both look so disgraceful , that the verdict alternates from one to the other . But , as our word will not be taken for this , and we are not disposed to print a history of Europe in our columns , the dispassionate sentence of Henry Hallam—the most impartial of historians , and himself a Protestantmust suffice . "Persecution , " he says , in The Constitutional History of England , "is the deadly and original sin of the Reformed Churches , that which cools every honest man ' s zeal for their cause , in proportion as his reading becomes more extensive . " Glib orators , in their thunder at the Papists , will do well to remember this . History can only be invoked to their shame . If Galileo , Giordano Bruno , Vanini , and others serve to point a sarcasm—and a just one—against the Christianity which persecuted them , the cries of Servetus and others should warn Protestants not to open graves , for the merciless cat-like cruelty of Calvin was applauded by Christians , who boasted that they had restored the human soul to freedom / Leave History alone . The better Catholics are ashamed of the past , as we are , as all irue-hearted men must be . But if the auto-da-fe is no longer fashionable , the spirit which lighted the fagots still burns in ungenerous hearts . Persecution adopts new Inquisitions , but it has only changed the name . Let any man look into our domestic history , and see if the spirit of tolerance operates beneficently ; let any man examine for himself the amount of freedom of opinion which exists on those awful subjects whereof the knowledge of the greatest philosopher is no greater than that of the smallest child ! But Intolerance is petty , though virulent ; it does not roast your

      body for the eternal welfare of your soul , it attacks your character , tortures your soul , cools your friends , heats your enemies , turns against you the feelings of your fellows—and talks of Charity and doing unto others as we would be done by ! But we said that it was in ungenerous hearts that the spirit of Intolerance now rages . Far be it from us to malign the thousands in whom it is extinct That it is extinct , the existence of this Journal proves , for this Journal is

      proud to number among its staunch supporters men of great and noble intellect , who look upon its opinions as erroneous , dangerously erroneous , but who meet them manfully in the open field of free discussion , and would rather encourage our open speaking than the equivocation of others . These men are real Protestants , the energetic workers in the cause of human progress . They know the folly as well as the wickedness of persecution , and know that Truth , to use the quaint illustration of an old writer , is like a cork in water , which will ever get uppermost though you strive to keep it down .

      Sketches From Life. By Harriet Maktinkau...

      SKETCHES FROM LIFE . By Harriet Maktinkau . III . —THE MAID-SERVANT . " Where is Jemima ? I want Jemima , " said a feeble voice , interrupted by coughing , from a bed in a sick room . " My dear , " said an elderly woman , who entered through an open door from the west chamber , " Jemima is gone to lie down . What can I do for you ? " "I want Jemima , " was the reply : and Jemima appeared . In she came , with her young , innocent , chubby face , looking as fresh as if she had been accustomed of late to sleep every night , as other people do , whereas she had been night and day , for some weeks , by the bedside of her mistress , who was dying of consumption . Her master was very ill too , and the whole of the nursing rested upon his mother , and upon this , their little maid-of-all-work , who was then fifteen : When Jemima had comforted and refreshed her poor mistress , the motherin-law whispered to her that she must go and lie down again ; but Jemima said a little fresh air would do her more good than lying down with the feeling that she was wanted . The medicines for the evening had not come , and she would go for them , and to the grocer ' s . Thus it went on to the end . Jemima always found that her best refreshment was in doing something that was wanted . She was always at her

      mistress ' s call ; and , when that call was unreasonable , she was the first to observe that dying persons did not always know the night from the day , or judge how time went with other people , when it was all so long to them , and they could get no rest . When the funeral was over , her elder mistress made her to go to bed for nearly a week . At first she cried so much , as she lay thinking of the one who was gone , that she would rather have been up and busy ; but soon a deep sleep fell upon her ; and when she rose , her face was as chubby and her voice as cheerful as ever .

      The same scene had to be gone over with her master . He died of consumption two months after his wife . As there were now two nurses to one patient , Jemima's work was not quite so trying ; but she did more than most trained nurses could have done . When the funeral was over , she helped the bereaved mother to clear the house , and put away everything belonging to those that lay in the churchyard . The tears were often running down her cheeks ; but her voice was always cheerful , as she said things were best as they were , her friends having gone together to a better place .

      One summer evening , when Mr . and Mrs . Barclay and their family returned from a walk , they found at their door a genteel-looking little girl , who had just knocked . She was in a black stuff gown , with a grey handkerchief crossed over her bosom ; and a black straw hat , under which was the neatest little quaker cap . She curtseyed , and said she came after the housemaid ' s place . Mrs . Barclay would have dismissed her at once , as too young , but for something in her face and manner which seemed to show that her mind was that of an older person . She said she was very strong , and willing to be taught and trained . Mrs . Barclay promised to enquire her character , and that enquiry settled the business . it \/ fr % * c \ v * " ooi / i fVia nat * ooiraH mA ^ linw " T Ttr /^ ll 1 / 1 nAirav * - \ rn ** - «*»« + W TamimA Ma ' " said the bereaved moth " I would part with Jemima

      " am , er , never , if I could by any means keep her . I never saw such a girl . It seems impossible to exhaust her , body or mind , on account , I think , of her good will . " And she gave the whole story of the two illnesses . When asked what the girl ' s faults were , as she must have some , she said she really did not know : she supposed there must be some fault ; but she had never seen any . She had known Jemima only six months , and under peculiar circumstances ; she could not tell how she would get on in a regular housemaid ' s place ; but she had never had to find fault with her . Of course , Jemima went to Mrs . Barclay . Her wages were to be £ 5 a-year at first , and to encrease to £ 8 as she grew up , and became trained .

      The training was no trouble to anybody . When she had once learned where every thing was in the house , and what were the hours and ways of the family , her own sense and quickness did the rest . She was the first person awake and up . She never lost , or broke , or forgot anything . Never , during the years of her service , was there a dusty , dark corner in her pantry , nor a lock of " slut's wool" under any bed , nor a streaky glass on the sideboard , nor a day when the cloth was not laid to a minute . She never slammed a door j and if there was a heavy foot overhead it was not hers . She and her

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    • Leader (1850-1860), Dec. 7, 1850, page 19, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/cld_07121850/page/19/