hought, and in the glow of individual
feeling, in the field, at the fire-side, in the closet, or on the
sleepless bed, there is man's history: there, unfolding to act, or
infolding itself to die, the soul is in its greatness, is in labor with
itself, and struggling with big, burning thoughts, and 'truths that wake
to perish never;' decreeing with solemn form and force what is to be done,
and what endured. Let no man despise what is revolved in the private
mind.'

We scarcely know which most to admire, the nervous thoughts embodied in
the following passage, or the fervent and beautiful language in which a
just reproof is conveyed:

'IN all our wanderings round this world of care, we have been deeply moved
and amazed at the fact, that down into the world of troubled, sorrowing
mind and tortured sensibilities, the professors and light-bearers of the
religion of JESUS have thrown so few of its melting beams. Of transcendent
mysteries this is not the least, that of those who hold to a religion that
is comprehended in one burning word, one transforming principle, LOVE;
which is not a theory, but a divine passion, and whose hopes all rest on
the doctrine of forgiveness; so few practically and heartily pity,
forgive, and love the erring and the wretched of the family of man. Oh! it
was not thus when PITY, eighteen hundred years ago, habited as a man, and
leaning upon a pilgrim's staff, set out from the brow of Nazareth to the
hill of Calvary, tracing with tearful eye and weary foot the roads of
Judea and the streets of Jerusalem! . . . IN an age which, in sorrow not
in anger, in heart-felt regret, not in bitterness, we are compelled to
regard as extensively pseudo-philanthropic; when a vaunting benevolence is
current, which hovers every where and alights no where; which loves all
men in general and no man in particular; profuse of pity to the heathen,
while bloated with poisonous hate to its neighbor; it is refreshing to see
occasional instances of practical brotherhood with poor, down-trodden,
benumbed and forsaken humanity. That is true benevolence, which with
mingled faith, reverence, and love, descends in quest of the inner life
beneath repulsive appearances, and tainted name, and shattered fortune,
and from the depths brings up a bleeding heart, a scathed soul, and speaks
to it of hope and consolation, and cheers it up to the purpose of
self-recovery, and the recommencement of a virtuous life, and the
reconstruction of a