Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1858-11-04
THE GAZETTE.
THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER a, lsos
n,, vS AND THE PURITANS.

plays AND THE PURITANS.
The following is taken from one of the
s,irited essays of the Rev. Charles kingsley
The Philadelphia Bulletin iu abiding to tht
naper from which the extract Is made, oo
serves: Certainly the Puritans were rIgb
10 condemning stage licentious beyond par
allel, and certainly Mr.. Kingsley is protonno
and true. as we'll as eloquent, when he thu:
defends the Puritans.
"rHE POETRY OF THE PuRITANs Was there
no poetry in the Puritaps because they wrote
no poetry We do not mean now the un'
written tragedy Of the battle-psalm and the
charge; but simple Idyllic poetry and qule,
home dresms, love poetry of the heart sno
the hearth, and the beauties OF everyday
human life. Take the most commonplace
of them. Was Zeal.for-Truth Thores5y, OF
Tborcsby Rise, in Deepning Fen, because ms
father hai thought 6t to give him an ugiy
and silly name, the less Of 4 noble lac! pia .
his name prevent him from being SIX ieet nisc'
We're his shoulders the less broad for 1t, LIS
cheek the less rudy for it? lie wore MS
Aaxen hair the same length that every one
now wears theirs, instead of letting 1t hane
half wsy to his waist in essence and cnris;
but was be the less true Vikings son. ooio'
hearted ss his sea-roSing ancestors VINO mos
the Dsnelagh by Csnute's side' ana se'liea !,
there on Tboresby Rise to grow wheat anu
breed horses, generation succeeding genera
tiop in the old moated grange! lie csrrieo
Bible in his Jack boots; but did that prevent
him, as Oliver roded past him with on ap-
nr,yine smile on Naseby field, thinking n'n'-
ELF a yery handsome fellow, with his NOUS,
tscbe and imperial, and brightr red coat, and
cuirass we'll polished, III spite OF many a ONT
E, he safe bis fathers great PACK uotse q,
gracefully aud f.mly as any long-iockea az anu q
e,senced cavalier 10 front OF him; or oiu IL
nreyep, him thinking, too, tor moment
With a throb of the heart, that sweet COUSIN
Patience. far, far away at home, cooiu
cha but see him, might have the same opiG'
ion of him az be had of himself? was be the
worse for the thought? lie was certainly
not the worse for checking it the next instant
with manly shame for letting such 'carnai
van;,ies' rise in his heart while he was doing
the Lords work 10 the teeth OF death and
III: but was there no poetry IN him i've
minutes after, Us the long rapier swung round
his head redder and redder at evory sweep!
We are befooed by names. Call MIN Cru
ssder instead of Roupdhead, and be seems at
once granting him only sincerity, which be
he bad, and that of right awful kihd) as
complete knight Grant as ever watched and
PRAYED ere putting Oh bis spurs. In tantassc
Gothic chapel, beneath 'storied windows
richly Digit Was there no poetry N hun
either, half an hour afterwards, az, be lay
bleeding across the corpse. of his gallant horse,
waiting for bis turn With the surgeon, aid
fumbled for bic Bible 10 his boot, he tried to
tuna q psalm, and though. Of cousin Patience
aud his father and his mother; and they
would hear at least that be had played the
man in Israel that day, and resisted unit,
blood striving against sin and the man of sill!
And was there no poetry 10 him, too, a.
be came wearied along Thoresbydyke, IN the
quiet autumn eve, home to the house OF DIS
forefsthers, and saw after of the knot OF tai
poplsrs rising off the broad misty Hat, ano
the great ADELE tossing it's sheets OF silver III
the dying gusts, and knew that they stoco
before bis fathers door? Who can tell all
the pretty child memories which fitted across
h;s brain at that sight, ard made him forge'
that be was wounded cripple?
Fair Patience, too, though she was a
Puritan yet did not her checks flush, her eye
grow dim, like any other girls, as she saw
sfar the red coat, like sliding spark OF hre'
coming slowly along the s,raight fen bank,
and fed up stairs into her chamber to pray
half that it might be, half that /, might not be
he2 Was there no happy storm OF human
r irs and human laughter when be entered
the courtyard gate? Did not the Ola DOG
lick bis Puritan hand as lovingly as II 1t had
been q Cavalier'sf Did not laos and lasses
run out shouting? Did not the old yeoman
father hug him. weep over him, hold him at
ems length, and hug him again, as hesrti-
ly, as any other John Bull, even though the
next moment he called all to kneel down and
thank Him who had sent bis boy bone again,
after bestowipg on him the grace to ndkings
10 chains and mobiles with links OF iron, and
contend to death for the faith delivered TO the
saints?
"And did not Zeal.for-Truth look about as
wistfully for Patience as sDy other man
would have done, longing to see her, yet no'
daring to ask for her? And when she came
down at last, was che lees lovely IN bis eyes
b. cause she came. not Haunting with bare
bosom, in tawdry fnery and paint, butshroud,
ed close in colt and pinner, hiding from all
the world beauty which was there still, but
was meant for one alone. and that only /!
God willed, in Gods good time. And was
there no fslterng Of their voices, no light in
their eyes, no trembling pressure OF their
hands, which said more. and more, ay, and
more beautiful 10 the sight OF Him wh" made
them, than all Herrick's Deanemes. Walters
Sacharrissas, flames, darts, posies, love Knots
anagrams, and the rest of the ,nslncere cant
Of the court? What if Z.ai-tor-Truth BAD
never strung two rhymes together in bis iii' !
Did not his heart 60 for inspiration to i.'
ter Helicon, when it whispered to itself, my
love. nv dove, my undcfled is but one" than
if he had filled pages with sonpets about
Veuuses and Cupids, io,e-sick Shepherds and
aerial nvmphs?"
OTICE.-The senior partner having with
drawn from the firm OF JAMES HktfN
l. har nnfn n AZ