The Idaho world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1864-1918, 1874-08-08
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TIC uu00t POOtUsO0 0AAA Sp0SssvAA, 80 -
young mao, in this country or age.
He is an orator Of first-class power,
poet of real merit, an editor Of various
talent. He is handsome, socially proud
and the husband of lovely, petite,
modest, accomplished wife. Mrs. Tilton
is highly and most honorably connect
ed-her father, the revered Judge N. B
Morse, of the Supreme Court, conserva-
tive on all moral and religious ques-
tons, and who was, we believe, a broth
er to the eminent Sidney E. Morse and
Prof. S. F. B. Morse. Their children
are of style Of beauty at once spirit
ual, striking and rare. Whoever in
those years had the pleasing fortune to
accept the hospitality of this brilliant
man and of his beautiful wife, must
have retained forever the delightful i'm
age of that home. All that could con-
duce to make home happy was there.
Reputation, converse with noble minds
such as fame draws around the hearth
stone of it's fortunate possessor; a
charming companion, whose very soul
kindled each moment in pure worship
of her admired husband; children whose
smiles were like the radiance Of angels
eyes when turned toward the throne of
God, and the rustic of whose garments
was as graceful as the silent movement
Of forest birds when bathing in the no
ly Sabbath dawn-what more could
Theodore Tilton have sought or wished!
Yet, in his profound egotism, he
sought martyrdom The martyrs only
were truly great; he would link his
name with some cause to-day odious,
tomorrow glori6ed. and SO after the
cross wear the crown-as did Garrison,
Wilberforce, Howard and the rest.
He advocated miscegenation, but no.
body mobbed him. He boosted in ev.
cry speech of having been mobbed in
anti-slavery days. Few remembered
that mob. Now, if he could but rem.
der himself odious by attacking the
married relation, by striking starlwart
blow for woman's freedom, somebody,
he sincerely hoped. would prosecute
him and he would be immortal. This
was his ambition. And now his mar.
tyrdom has come-all he ever sought,
and directly by the means he used, but
of a character far more logical than he
expected, the memorable penalty due to
false doctrine, the eternal cross that
bears no crown save one OF thorns.
During those winter years the writer,
on one occasion, by chance question,
turned the conversation upon Bcccher.
who was then among the daily visitors
at Mr.. Tilton's house. is Mr.. Beech
er's inward life that which it seems to
those who hear him! ] have been at Il
loss to conceive how one whose con.
science is so sensitive as Mr. Bccchcr's
seems, should boast himself to be the
happicst man living. Deep moral sen.
sitivcncss more often makes men sad"
Mr.. Tilton answered, greatly to the
writer's surprise: "Mr. Bcccher has a
keen, intellectual discrimination on NOR.
al questions, but he is personally an ep.
icure, voluptuary, though of the most
refined sort, who does nothing. not even
his preaching and praying, from a
sense of duty, but only for the pleas.
IRE it affords him. 1t happens to make
him happier to preach than to race
horses; but if it made him happier to
follow any other form Of amusement,
he would pursue. Doubtless when
you heard him declare himself the hap
piest man living, he felt 80, but scores
of times has he come to this house as
to den of refuge, thrown himself
down on that sofa and groaned in mis-
cry. You would have thought him the
veriest wretch alive"
Indeed; what was the cause Of his
trouble?"
ut is chiefly domestic! His wife has
no sympathy with his plans. She is a
commonplace, matter-offact woman,
who ought to have welded a merchant
not the great Bcccher.' / have had
my own difficulties with her, but those
do not color my judgment. She has
even followed me to the front door and
ordered me out of her house, while
Beecher stood at the top of the stairs
and said: Theodore. whatever Mrs.
Beecher says to you, remember that
am always your devoted friend"
but am surprised that YOU sneak