New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-05-14

together with the poultry lamb ana the pst p-
In this room generation ate sdrask, aud amussd
ITSELF while another born, aud third died and 70
Wndowsashes were nailed ~ the frames, that the
windows could be opened. In this homo the peas
bis Inducements corres DOnfed. irial Of hs
pest pleasures When man died the whole neiGhbor.
Ood gathered together In the h0use ~ mourning Early
Ia the morning on the day Of the burial men and women
eang' ahklng and feaatng round the corpse have
seen then play cards on the top VI the cOfhAl OF
course 1T Wa not difficult for the clergy to make such
r3ugdBesses vanish bat tuouZh nthe course Of ateW
years the male servants were moved 20 room Ia
another building, though separate sleepDgroom was
Dut for the parents, though the hOOr was laid WitA
wood instead VI clay aud though tue window. Ners
sometimes opened. the change which took plsce in NE
peasants home was really only enaDge from roaghne.s
10 vanity.
Then came the Revyal-that astonishing change whieh
in such brief time turned the Slow sulen, peasant la
into quick, enterprsng man-that blessed change Out
Of which shall be born the future OF Denmark future
which, 1t is TO be hoped, Will convince the world thai
small nations may not only have right 10 i've Dat mar
have peculiar place aud work Of their own. hi,
wonderful revival due to man. Nicolas Frederk
SEVERN Grundtyig. He a bishop, and was about0
years old when he died. few months ago. To the last
though dropping aud feeble he still gave the impressoo
OF a mighty personality. He seems 10 have lad N.
spirit of SavOnaTola, Luther, Wesley united 10 hi,
later years. to a wonderful calm wisdom He was man
Of powerful intellect great ngust, great historian
and great poet But it in neither OF these eapae
as an instructor and clergyman This must have been
So the very nature Of things. Technical knowledge
calm philosophy, critical science have indeed their
own magnificent worth but they do not raise o dead
soul to life, or quicken dead nation. 1t Is always
from the divine side that the breath OF life comes Only
religion could have aroused and saved the dull Danish
peasant. He cared nothing for philosophical specus-
tons about theology. with which the air was rife lie
slept, and, Mr. Petersen was about to Ose hi,
soul In the heavy dreams Of his sleep" Then came
Grundtvig.
His first thesis is that the Bible is book like all other
bOoks-infDitely better because 1t teaches us how 70
other books demands to be read in and With certain
spirit in order to be understood. His second thesis
that the way into Christianity Is, consequently, not
through the Bible, which demands that you shall be
Christian before you can read IT, but through baptism
In baptism you make contract with Cod you promise
TO believe in the creed In which you are baptized and
act up faith and God promises that he viii
your soul for the Kingdom Of his glory II you redeem
your words.
These teachings fired the soul Of the sluggish peasant
They Inspired him with hope Of the life 20 come and
made the life that is seem worth living Tho
great Danish Revival nothing more or less than
religious revival. Like all men in solemn earnest,
Grundtvig made disciples in all ranks, who ready
to give their lives toward carrying his work Most
wonderful was the effect the asantry. Winter
schools were established for them, inspiration
took the place Of system. With full hearts and empty
hands young teachers went out into tho country hired
a fartherroom in farmhouse, and opened
SCHOOL AS long ago in Judea, the common people heard
them gladly Religion refined the lowly, as 1t alvau
must. They grew gentle and teachable. Their stub.
borness took the form OF perseverance their arrogance
turned TO reverence they became free souls worthy Of
freedom Governed by such a race, who all say how
mighty Denmark may yet become what mental and
spiritual gifts she may yet hold for the world
Mr. Parton's historical article is tatng and yiyaeious
as usual its subject being The French Imbrogho Of
179s." 1.-THE Hare and many Foes" Is pleasant sport
ing paper by one who has studied the wiles and msor
tunes of Poor Puss" Robert Dale owen devotes bis
- Cbauter Of Autobiography" TO "A German Baron
and English RefOrmers" OF whom the English reform
ers are much the more interesting Prof. N D. smaller
commences " The Summers Journal Of Naturalist"
and makes us thankful that there are qlek-Wltted,
keeneyed people TO for US the little things among
which we walk bhndfold forever. Mr. T. b. Aldrieh
tells another NewEngand story with the queer title Of
Miss Mehetabes Son." Mr.. Aldrich is doing for New
England what Bret Harte did observation-disclosures
plain homely everyday, yet intense III lo prose idys
Beside these good things, which make the June AHGH
tic a number Of unusual excellence, there are several
thoughtful poems. " Moods Of the Rain" Is BY g. p
Lathrop; "The Missing Leaf" by J. T. Trowordges
Two Ways" by Constance +. Woolson; A Sunrise
by Louise Bushnell and by C. p Cranch-whose recent
translation of Virgil the latest volume Of osgood
Co.'s superb library OF classic TRANSACTIONS ono who's
merits deserve and whose length permits that shoua
copy it for you
BY THE SHORE OF THE RIVER
Through the gray willows bleak winds are rayns
Here ON the shore, with its drift-wood and sands
Over the river the lilies are waving.
Bathed in the sunshine OF Orient lands;
over the river, the wide dark river
spriugt and Summer are blooming forever
Here all alone on the rocks, am sitting,
Sitting aud waitng-my comrades all gone
Shadows Of mys tcry drearily hitting
over the surf with its s0rrOwful moan,
over the river, the strange, cold river,
must wait Tor the BOatman t0TeYert
Wife and children and friends around me,
Labor aud rest were as wings TO my soul;
Honor and love the llures that crowned mo;
Little rocked how the dark waters roll
But the deep river, the gray, misty river,
All that lived for has taken forever!
Silently came a black boat DER the pillows;
Stealthiy grated the Ike e on tue sand
Rushing footsteps were heard through the Willows;
There the dark BOatmau Stood waving his hand,
whispering, IL come, DER the shadOwy uVer;
She who Is dearest must leave thee forever
Suns that were brightest and skies that blusss
Darkened and paled In the message he bore.
Year after year went the fOndest, the truest,
Following that reckoning hand 10 the shore,
Down TO the river, the cold, grim river,
over whose waters they vanished forever.
Yet not in visions of grief have L wandered:
Still. have tOlled, though my ardOrs have io~n
Labor Is manhood; and lie Is but squandered
Dreaming vague dreams or the future alone.
Yet from the tides OF the mystical river
Voices Of spirits are whispering ever.
Lonely and old, in the dusk l am waiting,
Til the dark BOatmau, with soft, muiied oar,
Ghdes Ger the waves, aud hear the Keel grating
See the DIM bcckoning hand ON the shore,
Waiting over the welcoming river
To gardens and homes that are shining ioreFeri
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