The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1870-06-10
The Coed in U.s.!

/ In Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stoves eX
/ traOrdinaFy article on Lady Byron
! there was one striking incident. Lady
I Byron, after recalling the attrOcitie.
( of her married life-her husbands in.
difference, cruelty, and desertiOn,-
Z the narrowing recital of the iniamy
and pain of that strange uniOn,-
I spoke of her deep love for him while
I living, and his memory after DEATH
! "YOu love him, after all this ~ saiC
Mrs. Stowe; chow can it be epOSsible9'
I Because, my dear, there was the
angel in him."
The sentiment which underlies al
true love and charity is that expressed
by Lady Byron. There can be nc
true love,-no charity which embra-
ces all things,-no true religious and
missionary effort, that does not seek
the angel in man. Poverty, crime,
evil associations, natural depraYity,-
! the sin that comes with mans nature,
the cOrrupting civilization, which
pampers only to destroy, may take
the best and purest human soul and
warp it. What strange stories come
to us in the confessions and expert
ence that most of our clergymen hear
iii their calling! How one has drift
ed into 4 life of sin and shame,-by
some eddying current of temptation
that sweep across an early life! How
many have fallen,-because the moth
er's voice that might have won them
to virtue and peace was silent in death
before life became thorny! How
many giddy and vain young men
have been dazzled into crime, in the
vain attempt to achieve the false
splendor of some brilliant adventurer!
The angel was in them, but no vOics
called upon it to live. Courage, hope
ambition, pride died away, and vir,
tue died with them.
Our common religion loses sense
and goodness because 1t Is simply
fancy, vision upon the Wall-like
the strange delusions of the magic
lantern. We make our faith a mat
ter of custom, and fashion, and vari-
ETY.; we worship tapestry and archi-
lecture, the silYery words of a smooth
Ciceronian, and the good company
which sits in surrounding pews. Our
faith becomes an aFistOcracy, and we
make our churches Houses of Lords,
and not the house Of the Lord. The
wide world, with its abundant and
crying miseries and sins, is dead to us.
We accept all beyond as so much
heresy, or hopeless depravity or
wretehedness. We forget that the
angel may be found in any of us-nO
matter how dumb, and vile, and vain,
and unbelieving.
1t is true charity, and, wisdom, and
Christian duty, to recognize that
there is an angel in all, even the
worst. The pale, wretched drab, who
crawls under the midnight shadows
of Broadway, on an errand of sin and
shame, has some memory of virtuOus,
sunny days that she would almost lay
down her life TO see once again.
Whatever the passion and delight of
crime may be, il is the after thought
that brings misery with it. We Ia
ment over human depravity, and yet
how swift the world is TO eXult over
every one that stumbles. How eagerly
we gazed upon the wretched dismal
dramatic tragedy that has held the
criminal court for weeks-the unveil-
ing of the sacred mysteries of home,
jealousy, defamation, intrigue, muir
uti 1AOW tllC uhIiappy ClCl Sy AustilJ
whose humiliation has been the town
jest for fortnight, has been made the
means of mOcking every religion and
every professor of religion! How we
have shouted over the foolish woman
who has pretended to tell us that the
Sisters Of Charity of the Catholic
Church lead lives of infamy! and how
prone we are to feel that because our
neighbOr prefers to seek Heaven in
his own way, that he must needs be
hypOcrite and 4 PhariseeI
What we want among men is n
broader and higher charity. Let us
deal with our fellOw-men, believing
that the angel is in all of us, and that
in the end it will triumph over every
weakness and temptatiOn.-Nc,O York
Standard.