Weekly Trinity journal., 1864-06-11

The extracts below from a recent sermon of
the Rev. D. Bellows, are worthy of more than
ordinary attention. Let the timid and wavering,
as well the firm, read them:
Real patriotism is hot devoted genuine love
for the Nation for its source, its history, its
duties, its progress its future. 1t is in the very
blood and bones. You could not burn it out
with fire, nor drown it in the Pacific. 1t is more
earnest and passionate the country is more in
danger, mothers love is never so intense as
when her child languishes with sickness and
wrthes with pain. 1t can contemplate no in
suit, injury or degradation to that country with
out a flashing Indignation It feels the nation 5
cause to be strictly personal every blow it gets,
falls on its own breast every shadow resting
upon it, darkens its own brow. Do you think
such patriotism counts odds, contemplates de-
feat, measures cost and acquiesces in failure p
No that is left to the false patriotism that
CARDS country only as sailor might regard a
patch of mid-ocean in which he was becalmed,
no better than any other thousand square miles
of hrine-that feels wound when the knife of
political division cuts into the nations heart
that considers and calculates the snug advan-
tages of separation and belittlement-can cooly
weigh the arguments against a REIMBURSEMENT of
its territorial integrity and commercial bounda-
ries of its old honor and position in the eyes
of the world. That patriotism alone, which can
be weighed in the bankers scales and sold in
the stock-market, can be expected to be calm
and cold and self-seekng, and self-considering
at a time like this. When the parents of an only
child suddenly striker with fever stop TO count
the cost of physicians skill, or the price of
essential medicine and food, before they send
for either-when men of honor stop to philoso-
phize about the value of reputation for yeracity,
or business fidelity, or allow themselves to dis
cuss the honor of their own wives and daughters,
then we NAV be excused for talking about the
country as if a traitors stab here, State 5
secession there, or a slaveocracy triumph over
US everywhere, were things that could be paid
for in pence, and cotton and peace
Men that can feel thus for dear America, our
sacred Union, our inviolable territory, are men
not to be trusted any where. They arc soulless
vipers to be trodden under foot. for they sting
as they glide about shining hearths and
homes with their guile and their selfishness-
Who can have any real peace in his heart at a
time like this who has not given in unquali-
fed devotion of his soul and body, his posses
sions and his prospects to the National cause
and uncalculating, unmeasured passionate and
all absorbing conservation of himself to his
country? Those who do this have no longer the
melancholy struggle of doubt and bordering to
| 90 through every day. Their hearts do not veel
about with every rumor as news seems favorable
or unfavorable to the National cause. They are
not seeking to know whether the West or the
Northwest may not be able or inclined to patch
up disgraceful peace in the supposed interest:
! of the next harvest ! They are not inwardly
hoping that foreign Governments will intervene
ITO compel compromise They are not be
levers that the Vaccinations Of old partzans
jobbing in stocks and politics, and using simple
minded and popular soldiers the stalking
horses of their unpatriotic purposes and plans
are going to succeed in demoralizing the homes
! Democracy of the country. All this is left 70
the timid half-hearted people who think hand
some traitor better than a homely patriot, VIII
would sooner be ruled by an elegant secession
ist than by lank, legitimate President-wh
think the South has been wronged and ought t
be conciliated, and agree with enemies owe
the water, that we nerer put down the rebel
| lion. | wonder such reasonable sentiments d
not drive their owners over into Richmond, an
| believe they would if our enemies had not tn
spirit to dispse, quite as much as we do thos
who entertain them, knowing such dasiards
| they were on their own side.