New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1861-04-28
grown strange by long absence are too familiar to
NIL "a mead descr;niior Ia oft.raneyxed


amazement a. the growth and change-the hunting up
of old friends, and how right up to the old
landmarks Of goodwill and kind Offices and some indo-
leuy hang back conCeviDg thencefoth grudge agans
you for their own neglect. This life and all of
somethingof before we get done. Letathspass with
all those nameless conversations which begin: "You
Bostoniaps," which seems to be equivalent TO "ye
fools and blind and which end with your patience
Let suppose Sunday come and strong burst OF en-
thusiasm ushering you into the royal presence OF
Beecher they used to say, King Mra6ean) on one OF
bis brightest mornings and with his great head above
all the clouds which do easily bese being based on
body. is not to be sure, easy to get into that
presence. The usher Of the black rod stands waiting
at the church door, and asks you if you have seat
you confess that you have only hope of one-be
tbereupon waves you back with resolved brow, and
hope deferred does its work upon your heat, posi-
bly, your temper. But when the pewholders have en-
tered into their eats and cushions there remaneth also
rest for you You smile upon that dark minister Of
restriction useful if unwelcome and a. peace and
in charity before the great preacher srs out Of his lit
tie door and into his great chair with the lesson for the
day in his hand. The congregation itsef deserves
word. It is not made up Of women and children as II
the feeble alone were in danger Of damnation Per-
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gious assemblies gives rise to that high pitched and
squeaking Of preaching which is prevalent among
the more formal sects. Mr.. Beecher's congregation
furnishes good manly bass, and bis sweeping bar
mony includes all the chords Of the human instrument,
from the deepest and broadcast to the finest. 1t
mistake you see to suppose that it is the preacher
alone who performs in the Sundays services lie Is
but the leader, or chef dOrchestre We only hear him,
but Heaven hears the symphony Of the deyout hearts
that follow him. His business ia not only TO utter nm
self, and Lei men take that for good or for bad lie
knows all his sinners what they do, and what they
must be made to do. lie must touch up his lazy Ones
and keep back thoee who always hurry, not knowing
that. as Mohammed said, "Haste is Of the devil"
The fadng Of those trGing voins IL good here, but
we must hasten to quench with the melodious tones
of the flute and oboe, poetic, sprii-breathng. NOW
rouse up those selfish grumbing basses and let those
fiery trumpesoulsloOse their fury In the J0Tl'ssaHoS
we want even the ketledrums Of obstnacy, pounding
ever the note persisting in the same dull dscoid
Believe me, this many-oned, many strnged melody Is
the preachers true work. not an ingenious colo per-
formance upon one string Of sympathy, the rest being
studiousy cut away. And this Is Beechers WORK.
grand and glorious in itself but thousand times more
grand more glorious in its result
Well. we left him sitting in his pulpit chair, with
that singular expression of humor which s the pre-
dominant one, when his face is in repoee lie gives
out the hymn and the congregation thunder nooy the
sacred words TO tune Of Mozart. lie reads the
Scripture carefully, and prays, not with extreme de-
younese but with acceptance But as lie approaches
the sermon one feels the concentration OF the pubhc
mind upon that the blossom of the week, which Is 10
bear The fruit Of good Deeds and the seed OF better IN
tensions No, we will not attempt to describe he Ger
mon. What lie says, far as words 60, Is takencown
in shorthand and printed by those with whose eg-
mate work We should be cory TO interfere. AS to how
be gays it. that s not 60 easily given We have al
ready tried our hand at tolerable portrait, but he
seems q new man every time we see him. Siereotyped
phrases cannot contain him. He breaks out into extra
ordinary freshnesshe laughs print and paper to scorn
Now he presents sins IN comic hght-we laugh 10
see what fools we are Now lie gathers them together
in wrath and hurls them at us-we submit and are
sorry Most and best he shows us the good that Is IN
and for u.s. and we take heart, and thank God. When
all is said feel ourselves elevated TO dozen times
our usual power. We have taken the measure Of
larger heart than our own The $500 present intone
the fine hymn Of A. c. Coke:
1--WE are living dwelling
In strange and awful time"
only the East River, bu, many Of the troubled waves
Of life we seek the feybOa we remember it torse-
boat, and are in Brookly IN no more.
Should this great genius come TO see you, confess
now Won would be at once startled and delighted. On
the one hand, so great an honor would almost make
YOU fancy you were somebody-on the other, you are
deeply conscious that you are not while you seek
hastily, in your little threadbare ragbag of mind,
A., ,hot IN him Re
afraid AS soon should the King borrow sixpence of
YOU as this man request you TO display your little
trumpery for his amusement He walks abroad to be-
sow, not to receive and scaers the gterng argesse
of his thought in generous handfus. Do not attempt
either to answer him. While you gather up your wits
to meet him here he ID there, now here and there
again. You can keep him in sight, but YOU always
come up FIVE minutes behind him, and he laughs as
your little PAGES strive to themselves with his
giant strides. To make practicable breach i'll his de-
lenses would be difficult but why would one wish to
do it He is the friend of all but the wicked, and
even to them he s man and brother.
Sunday is rather quiet day in visible New-York.
There may be license and disorder somewhere but is
not apparent in the streets, which not swept and
garnshed; indeed, they are, but are at least
cleared for commodious church going The weekday
omnibus being suppressed private carriages more
rampant than ever and the horses hoofs CHATTER up and
down like one perpetual, enormous set of castanets.
In the evening may, nay, you should hear the Rev.
Bellows preach, in O Gne church. with sumptuous
organ. They have such fine church organs here, and
the organists are not limited at all in the selection Of
their voluntaries which, methought, savored of La
Trayiaia and the Tann-hauser in way to remind one
that there is world without, as well as Heaven
above US. But though two church goings may not be