Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1861-08-28

OWE. That she was not In the exercise of
that living ~piesy--thoee high spiritual
gracoa 20 essential in the missionary. and
scarcely less in tho M~issioHaFy'a wife. he
Jaw with pain but deieeting Ia her expo
rienoea tho undoubted germs Of genuine
iaith, ha soon conceived tho idea af her not
only writing tho lie. bat taking the place
Of the sainted deceased. Having reached
this conclusion, no pressed the snbieet pp-
on her, with sl tho enorgy Of his impas-
stoned and most truthful character. He
painted to her the gloFies aud the deformi-
ties Of tho Orient ; its moral desert In a
wilderness Of lHxnriant beauty. lie set
forth the tolls and privations Of the mis-
s'nnary's lot. and over against this, the
privilege Of being a reaper in the greet
moral harvest of tho world tho blessed
ness OF those who turn many to righteous
ness; the glory of that ceming world
whence faith already draws many a pre-
sage.
1t Was not in Emily's nature 70 be in
sensible to the force Of such arguments
from such a pleader- falling from g lips
wet with Casialian dews," as we'll 40 with
he dews that descend upon the mountains
OF Homecoming from one whose tastes
were as cultivated as his faith was lofty,
and who could appreciate equally the fas-
cinations which he asked her to resign,
and the glories to which he asked her to
aspire. Yet a revolution in her destiny so
sudden and total, so complete a reversal of
her plans, filed her with perplexity and
almost alarm. Her family friends-her
literary friends-her religious friends
and above above all, that ubiquitous, my
riad-headed, myriad-tongued parsonage
called the World-what would that say
upon hearing that Fanny Forester, the
popular magazinist, was about to tnrn her
back on her newly commenced career, and
quench her rising fame in tie night OF
heathenism Above all-and here Wa
the stress of the confict-she weighed her
spiritual deficiences-her want of that deep
conservation so imperatively demanded in
one who lays hands on the ark of the mis-
sionary cause. She had declined from her
earlier conservation, and the path which
she once sought the privilege. of treading,
it now, as she afterwards declared, seem
cd like death for her to enter" She ur-
ged these objections upon DIR. Judson
but he over-ruled them with the impetu>
Gus logic which characterized his energet>
ic career, and laid upon her the spell of 9
nature that combined what is hottest in
the saint with what is most attractive ir
the man. Time, too, with him was press
ing he longed to be back to the scene,
of hi. lifeslabors the children that he haC
left behind pleaded eloquently fora moth
err and in the gifted young lady whom
he at first intended merely to secure a
the biographer of the lamented Sarah, b
saw one we'll fitted to take her place as
mother, as well as to meet the yearning c
his intellect and heart. The rapid decis
ion to which they arrived sprang from
conscious congeniality Of temper and Ell
dowments. The ripe experience the me
low wisdom, the ardent piety of DIR. JuC
son were combined, amidst all the seve
tiles of his missionary conservation, wit
an inextinguishable warmth of heart, a d
licacy of taste and a breadth of cultul
which recognised in Emily answering qua
tiles, and drew him to her with all I'll
warmth of his singularly gifted susceptib
nature, while they in turn stirred her dee
est fountains of reverence and love.
i, DIR. Judson was now f~ifty-seven. B
one needed only to look into his dal
eye, beaming with benignity, and fashir
with intelligence, aud to listen to hi
when, in his moments of unreserve,
poured forth the exuberance of his ioyo
spirit, to see that age had passed light
over him and that the dew of youth W
yet fresh upon his soul.
Byron at the early age of thirty.si
wrote with terrible and most instruct
truth:
My days are in the yellow leaf,
The flowers and fruits oflove are gone:
The worm, the canker, and the grief are mi
alone.
Compare this desolate utterance Of a pal
and stated spirit with the unaffecteC
warm and tender letters of DR.. Juds
down to his latest years: and death>t
u%tteIanee of his sixty second year 20,
man ever left this world with more in
ting prospects, with brighter hopes
warmer feelings" This is the geniu.
Christianity-such the power of that r
gion which pours heavily oil on the fla
of earthly affection, and keeps the la
burning undimmed down to the very We
= of the s~epulchre.