New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-02-12

derness, despite hard climate, and rocky soil. He said
there was plenty of this manhood left in New England
we hope 3d. Having in HE hand an extract from j. T.
Stevensons speech Of that morning in behalf of send
ing Commissioners 10 the Peace Congress, he turned
the enemys ammunition against him. IL your house
" were Oh fire." asked that gentleman, would you
wait to ask who set it fire. before you tried put
out the flames and rescue your household goods 7"
PERHAPS not, said Mr.. Beecher, " If 1t were my
house But now the ease II diferent-it is their
"house that's bulntsg, and they have set it on fire
themselves, and have often compelled US to put 1t
"out we will let them burn II out, this time No
quotation, however, can give an idea Of the effect
of these and similar sayings of Mr. Beecher
You want the voice. you want the manner, the
vigorous person, and the beaming face, with
the clear-cut eye and heavy eyelid, the mouth,
audacous but truthful and the mingled expression of
honesty irony and genaty, that give il such an sdi-
vidual place in our remembrance. Mr.. Beecher is
Chrstion MraJeas He has that terrible gift Of pop
clarity which the old Marquis complained of in his
He has at once the arms of Vulcan andthose Of Apollo
His passion does not degenerate into temper like some,
whom, nevertheless we are glad TO praise. His very
anger resolves itself into love. Or all bis weapons his
good humor is, perhaps, bis most dangerous one FOR
those who speak in public or in private with any adj
mixture of spite, convey always the impression OF u-
fairness and cause reaction in favor OF those whom
they attack But Beecher really TO love his ene-
mies-one thinks that, they present, they would
find him as Irresistible as we do He is indeed lover
Of mankind and congratulate the Human Race, oiten
80 codly and soury cOued upon having one lover at
least who can WOO so warmly and who IL IN dangeronly
of killing with kindness. Poor Human Race 30 many
of your adorers are cold cross, and cunning having,
ike the planets, a merely luminous surrounding which
leaves the heart dark and earthly Take Beecher for
your true knight-you will never do better. And
thought strikes me. Could erect him temple here,
and could he speak OF large, as Parker spoke, only
with the simpler and more decent Interpretation which
cherishes most the flowers of faith and Of feeling And
could such an en- ,hanted crowd az heard him the other
night hear him every week-it were well for us,
TRIBUNE and what is well for us is well for the world
Good bye Zero reigus here and from the Of pud-
die to the sea Of glass have skipped in manner sur
prisng 10 ourelves To-day we only stand by suffer-
ance taking hold with timd prehensile feet on the
polished surface Of the earth, hard and brilliant as
complete STEEL Oh Earth, sometimes called mother
lend this frmness TO the purposes Of Northern
men. Let this thy bitter rebuke give keener
edge 10 our resolve. This Is the Winter OF
our discomfort, and its alternatives not genial
but snce they are but two let us remember
that the ice Of constancy better than the mud of COM
promiee The one is clean, the other hlthy-the one
will hold us up the other will let throughhe one
reflects the Iesvens like mirror the other deforms
alike the ground we stand upon, and the feet that
tread H.