Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1879-09-24
His Creed,
CHARLES DICKENS RELIGION TIE REn'
GIOS OF wibg HUMANITY,

Dickens prcaohed-not In church
nor from q pulpit, but n gospel which
tho people understood the gospel OF
Kindness, sympathy-in u word hui
manlty, Ills creed may be found IN
the following beautiful extracts on the
subject Of death
Even when golden hair lay in a
halo on q pillow, round the worn face
Of little boy, ho said with q radiant
smilci "Dear papa aud mamma |
am very sorry to leave You both, and
to leave my pretty little sister, but !
aln called aud must 60 Then the
rustling ofOn angels wings got blend
cd with the other echoes and had in
them the breath OF Heaven [Tdlo OF
Two Cities, book 2, chap, 2l.
"Thcrc Is no time there, apd no
troubles there. The spare hand does
not trcmblc nothing worse than n
sweet, bright consiancy is in her face
She goes next before him-is gone"
Ibid, book 3, chap Is,
"Thc dying boy made answer. 4
shall soon be there lle spoke Of
beautiful gardens stretched out before
him, aud were filed with figures of
men and children, all with light upon
their faces then whispered that 1t
was Eden, and so Iicd, Nicholas
Nicklcby, chap So.
ats turned very dark, sir. Is there
any light a.coming ? The cart is
shaken all to pieces, and the rugged
road is very nearits end. I'm agropin'
"A gropin' let me catch hold of your
hand. lIallowed by thy name
"Dead my Lords and gentlemen.
Dead men and women, born with
Heavenly compassion in your hearts.
And dying thus around us every day"
Bleak House, chap AZ.
"IIc slowly laid his face down upon
her bosom, drew his arms close round
her neck, and with one parting sob
began the world. Not this world.
Oh, not this The world that sets
this right [Ibid chap, 63.
eff This is sleep, sit by ne while I
sleep. Turn me to you, for your face
is gone off, and I want it to be near.
And she died like a childthat had gone
to sleep. [David Copperiield, chap, 0.
"Time and the world were slipping
from beneath him. He's going out
with the tide. " And it be-
ING low water he went out with the
tide" Ibid, chap, 80.
"Don't cry! Is my chair there 7
In it's old place? That
face so full of pity and grief, that
would appeal to me, that solem hand,
upraised toward Heaven! Is it over ?
[Ibid. chap, SO.
"One new mound was there, which
had not been there last night. Time
burrowing like a mole under the
ground has marked his track by
throwing up another heap Of earth"
Martin Chuzzlewitt, chap, 10.
"She was dead. No sleep so beau
tiful and calm, so free from trace Of
pain, SO fair to look upon. She SEEM
ed like creature fresh from the hand
of God waiting for the breath OF life,
not one who lad lived and suffered
death. SHE was past all help or need
of it. We will not wake ber.' Old
Curiosity Shop, chap, II.
"The hand soon stopped in the midst
of them the light that had always
been teebe and dim behind the weak
transparency went out" Hard Times
chap, g."
''For moment the closed eyelids
trembled and the faintest shadow of
smile was seen. Thus clinging to that
slight spar within her arms the mother
drifted out upon the dark unknown
sea that rolls round all the world.
[Dombey and Son, vol, l chap, !.
ut is very near the sea | hear the
waves! The light about the head is
upon me as Iigo! The old,
old fashion, that came with our first
garments, and will last unchanged
until our race has run its course, and
the wide armament is rolled up like a
scroll. Oh thank God for that old |
fashion yet, of Immortality! And
look upon us, angels Of young child
rem, when the swift river bears us 10
the ocean, Ibid, chap, II.
ain this round world of many cir
cles within circles do we make a weary
journey from tho high grade to the
Lon, IN Epd ot Inst that they lie close |