St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1864-02-04

lh O1CCDA i
Was he not the model. man Of our mod
ern pulpit-bettcr than he would hay,
been if he had even been a genius r.
4 Twenty years ago Charles Dicken.
ruled the realm OF fiction. We college
boys joked in Wellcrislns, and wep1
over Oliver ;ahdrLittle Nell: With !,
letter FROM our friend Mrs. NJ .-;, .-.z:ls.
sought the young lion I'M his lair; bu
he was at the seaside finishing his ia
nous "American Notes. that bore st
hard on our national snl;;vu and sla cery ei,;
'Oy his return he called and invited me-
to his sanctu,n:' II was graced with
sketches and statucttcs of Sam Weller
Pickwick, etc, and with a fine nor.
trait Of one whose sad. domestic histor,
he has told the outside world quite too
much about: How Handsome he was
then! With the great lustrous eyes
that you saw, yourself in--and the mer.
ry mouth wfeathed with laughter and
the mass of glossy hair! He over.
flowed in rapid talk, but shyed cTf from,
the least allusion to. his. works. His
home was then happy with child mu.
sic: The, .brighs:eyed little daUshte,
Who came in % give nc a kiss before
going to school, is now welded to son
Of Wilkie Collins, the novelist Dick.
ens's last words to- me we're, "Tel
Mrs. NJ. I have not forgotten
the slave+H. # Dickens had always
written with the Bible at his side, and
the religion OF Wilberforce: in his heart
he might have been the foremost wri.
ter on social reforms in his day. .'
Carlyle 1-would speak Of, and me.
morable walk: with him ), but l have
already pencifed. isk ffol your columns
Emer' on's late apology Tor Carlyle 5
blundcring assault on ). the free North
i; not satisfactory. He seems to- for
get tha! years ago Carlyle wrote rude
aud coarse jests agap'st5g!v16g freedom
to "Quashce" In the West Indies
He would have done the world better
service if he had remembered more o1
the ]tcstlninstcr: Cnteehisns that his
minister taught him in Ecclefcchan.
German literature has i'm oroved Car
lyle's scholarship 1t. the expense Of his
theology u ...y.-:. w.. -..:,,
r., One of the pleasantcst mornings I
Spent in London was. with the "Fcmale
Shakespeare" as her admirers were
wont to call hcry-J oanra Baillie. ]
found ncr a bright-eyed, vivacious lit.
tie old lady, with the apfle-bloom stil]
fresh on her check Her first words
were, w hat a pity that you did not
come sooner; Thomas Cambell has
just left the house, I was surprised
to hear this !; for at that time. the poo
Of Hohenlinden had nearly cstraoised
himself from such society BY his indul
gencc with the bottle. lie grew .ex-
ceedine]y coarse in conversation when
stepped in strong ale !; ;.a,a at the Eit-
serary Fund Dinner Of that year, his
friends held him in his chair to keep
him from naudlin exhibitions of him.
self: 1t is painful to allude TO this in.
trinity Of the gifted man who has So
enriched our literature; but there is a
solemn warning in it to every man oil
genius: Mrs. Baillie warmed into en-.
Ithasiaenl over Dr. Cummings essays
(Which she pronounced superior to any
living writer's, and ran on delightfully."-
with chat about Sir " alter and Words.
worth. "There is no one left of the old
circle but Wordsworth and myself"
said s,ie.sadly. ,.,.s. :,,...
% MelviX was at that time the planet
Of the London pulpit; .Spurgcon being
still a"schoolboy, and the prophetic
poly biblious DR.. Cumming yet un-
known.., I heard Nlclvill at his old
Camberwel chapel the crowd so great
that was glad to get seat on tue
gallery steps. He was.a stylish man,
and delivered an ornate' sermon ON
pride, in a tone somewhat .thcatricsl
His most splendid discourses were re.
written several times j; the impress el
Chalmers is easily detected in some .el
them The sermon on the Bible as'ait,
Intellectual Study is masterpiece.
Thou shalt not steal from 4NelviW, is a
commandment not always remembered
in some minister's studies. But here
am at the end of my sheet without any
sketch Of Binney's preaching, or Of
pleasant evenings at the cottage of Mrs.
S. G. Hall, which l would liked to have
etched hurriedly. You may commi,
this rambling letter to the Baluam
brsket Or to the columns Of The hide.
pcn2eat, as you may fancy. These
twenty dead years have not left Eng.
land $ sky as thickly sown with stars
as when | gazed up thither with my
boyish eyes Of wonder and delight:
ta HENRY WARD Bf1cHER's. salary, whe1
he first settled IN Brooklyn, was 81, 500
As the Church prospered, his compensa,
ton was increased, until, a year or two
since, it was fixed at 81, 500. At the anu.
al'meeting Of the Church last week, on,
brother moved I'd. raise the saleryst to SIC, ,OO(
|! another !. to, $15,e0O. After considerabl,
discussion the ChNrch voted to let it re-
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