Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1860-11-08
QQlortester Daily Spp.



Calvin stands out as a very marked contrast
to the great German retormer. Luthers soul
was full of music and gadness, as lie gazed
upon the beauties of nature. He believed that
the earth was the Lords and the fulness there
OF and he did not think that he honored Gods
heaven by despisng Gods earth. He could
see God in the light OF the morning, in the
beauty of noon, and in the stiffness of night
One day, walking on the Leipsc road he oh.
served a beautiful field of wheat, when he ex-
claimed 80 God of goodness this fruitful
year is thy gift With thee all is miracle
Thy voice brings out of the EARTH and even
out of the arid sand, these plants and beauti-
ful ears OF wheat which gladden. the sight.
y my father give all thy children their daily
bread" Now, we continually meet with re-
Elections Of this sort in reading Luther, but
never in reading Calvin. Luther was great in
undress. We do not loose sight Of him in lit.
tie things. See him going to the tish monger's
to buy oysters for his tavorite cat, being afraid
lest the servants should take a dislike to it
from having continually TO supply its wants :;
look at his smiling face, talking to it, and pat
ting the head OF his old dog, which he has had
for sixteen years go into his study, and
see him laugh, body and SOUL as he exam
ines the caricatureS of the Pope which hangs
upon his study walls follow him from
his study into the skittle alley at the
bottom of his garden with Melancthon :;
see him tuck up his doctors gown and say to
his friends "Melancthon, you can beat me at
Greek, but l can beat yon at skitties,' see
him sit down to supper with Philip, DIR. Jonas
and few choice friends-how lie sets the table
on roar with his broad humor and good-tem-
pered mirth listen to the sweet music coming
from his German flute, with which he said he
often times drove away the devil; see him
sit down to his desk, TO write tales tor his lit
tie Johnny, and then cracking a joke with Lord
Cate, as he playfully called his wife and
above all, see him sitting by the sick. bed of
his girl Madeleine, weeping, and signing, and
grooming at her DEATH and as we see all this
we clasp him to our heart he is us great here
as when burning the Pope's Bull, or standing
before the Diet at Worms. "Ile was open as
the sky, merry as the sunshine bold and fear
less as the storm" We do not respect and adj
mire him, but we love him, and should have
been delighted to sit down at his table, and
heard him laugh and sing, pray and preach,
and do all to the glory of God. But it was
far, very far otherwise with John Calvin. His
heart never sweled with Joy, as he gazed
upon the snow capped mountains, the ever.
lasting hills. the mighty forests, the beautiful
flowers and outstretched ocean. His soul
was never filled with music, as he listened
to the song of the birds, to the rustling
WHEAT vi tue itSilt lilhlS Oi lHe DfOOk, Clldnl-
ing its quiet tune. He had no eye for this
beauty, no ear for this music. This word was
waste.howling wderness-God's curse was
upon it, He had no iavorite cats, no faithful
dogs, no flutes, no pictures, no skittes. lie
seldom smiled and rarely laughed and when
he did laugh it was a very weak, thin, snig-
gering, husky afiair-not at all like the clear
loud, ringing tone of Luther's laugh Cayn's
sympahies were narrow and one sided Lu,
theirs were strong and many-sided. Luther
had all Calvin's Goodness without bit of his
grimness. Any ignorant man could disturb
Calvin's life and irritate his temper by ques
tioning or disputing any of his peculiar views.
But Luther was not to be so moved. One day,
a man visited him from the low countries to
dispute about various things. Luther received
him kindly, and afterwards remarked :;
"When saw poor ignorant creature he was
i said to him; "Hadnt we better dispute over
a can or two of berg Calvin would have
been for sending the poor fellow 10 prison
Then, on manifold grounds, weprefer the Ger
man to the Frenchman, and would far rather
have lived at Wittenburg than at Geneva.