finer works of nature or art.
Few would be more excited by the sparkle or roar of ocean, the
magnificent scenery of Centre Harbor, the sublime panorama of the
White Mountains, or the quiet beauties of the Connecticut valley.
True, such objects engaged him but for a time. They were not his chief
good. He wanted the higher satisfactions of enlarged knowledge, of
speculative insight, of reasoning activity, of professional
engagement. They were not his work, but his pastime. Yet, when he
played, it was with as great enjoyment as any man can have who plays
alone, and far greater than they have, or can have, who do naught but
play in company, who care for little but sights and sounds, at length
sickened and enfeebled by their very tastes, incapable of grave and
dignified pursuits, disgusted by their own vanities, remorseful at
their own intemperate hilarities, saying, at last, of laughter, 'It is
mad, and of mirth, what doth it?' Stoical he may have been, for that
belongs, almost of course, to natural magnanimity, and familiarity
with large and elevated themes; but ascetic and cynical he was not,
and could not have been, with his appreciation of Christian truth, and
experience of a Saviour's love.

"The scholar, teacher, preacher, learned, profound, effective,
venerable in all relations, has passed away; the good man, regenerate
by the grace of God, trusting in the righteousness of Christ, and
hoping for salvation only through redeeming blood; the righteous man,
stern and inflexible in his integrity, who never dissembled, never
professed what he did not feel, never hated, never spoke evil of his
neighbor, and could and did say that he was never angry at his
brother; the faithful man, who was true to his engagements, kept his
post, and, in weariness and painfulness, performed his appointed work
till he was struck with death; the husband, father, friend, of whom,
in these relations, it were impertinent to speak particularly, while
wounded spirits are already telling, too much, how great his value,
and how great their loss. He has passed away, dying as he had lived,
and taught, and preached,--in faith; peaceful as a little child, and
hopeful of that better state where that which is perfect will come,
and that which is in part shall be done away."

Professor Long published a sermon before the W. R. Synod in 1847, a
discourse on "The Literary Merits of Immoral Books," in the same year,
"Inaugural Address at Auburn," in 1858, a