Morning journal and courier., 1882-01-30
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paper backs, according to the style of the times, when cloth binding had not even been dreamed of We have not seen copy since boyhood, but well remember the work The two brothers were in some respects the anti podes of each other. The younger, Henry.
 was of the medium size, and possessed those social qualities that won the heart almost at the first interview. He had no profession was simply an elegant. cultivated gentleman
 He died young, and we just remember him remember him as the flash of a sunbeam Serene, the elder, was an eminent divine He had been president of Hamilton college and pastor of Park street church, Boston, that creme de td creme of churches, filling that po- sition for ten or twelve years, and with dis tnguIshed success as 8 preacher and great satisfaction to his people. He published 8 series of sermons on ''The Death of Christ {" which, according to the very highest author ity, that of the late Dr. Nathaniel w. TayIor. was the most masterly presentation of that great subject ever published In personal appearance and address Serene Dwight was an autocrat. Over six feet in stature of lordly, impressive mien, he WAS as one among ten thousand. He WAS powerful sermonizer, his voice deep and sonorous and when in the pulpit, his tall form stretched to the utmost, his head thrown back, it seemed as though he felt himself messenger direct from on high, to hurl thunderbolts upon the buIwarks of Satan and deal damnation round the lsndn n His personal assertion and dogmatism were simply tremendous, and he would bear down on an opponent irresistibly as an avalanche He held to an opinion like wise and could not be contradicted nor easily convinced of an error in statement he had made a qual- ity inherited from his father To illustrate: Casually state in conversation, "As I was this morning standing by the stove in Ar Jones' store" etc, he would interrupt and say, ''You are mistaken, NIT. Jones has no stove in his store" Answer: ''Yes he has. for I helped him to put it up only last week That can't be, 1t must have been elsewhere that you assisted some one to raise stove not Mr, Jones. Re has no stove ir his store to my certain knowledge" He would say this with 50 much power that you would be almost convinced you might be mistaken and feel mean that you had said anything about standing by Mir Jones stove. h the knoEI- edge of men and the doing of common things this great scholar was as child We don't know, but we doubt if he knew how to get horse out of a buggy, unstrsp him and take him in bis naked majesty into his stall; feat which to accomplish successfully puzzled the writer hereof in one of his young days We had got the horse clear of every thing but his collar and there was the rub. The thing seemed too small. It was as a Chinese puzzle. We tried in vaia, in full sight of bevy of young country maidens who stood watching us from the window of farm house hard by, almost dying with laughter at our dilemma, until across the in tervening space came to us in merry tones ''I7trH tt o0er." It was to us like the 'iopen sesame' in the story of the Forty Thieves in the Arabian Nights. Ever after we could relieve horse of his collar as vel as if we had been born in 8 stable and bred host Ter.
 On one occasion when Mir Dwight was going ashore from the New Haven boat at the New York docks an enterprising thief secretly relieved the skirt pocket of his coat of his pocketbook, fat take of some sixty dollars. In nArrating the event, he spoke with fiery indignation at what he deemed the culpable negligence of the police, as though they had omnipotent power for its restoration-'In vain sir. appealed to- the police in vain appealed to the police'-
 It is we'll for society that it has some idio syncratic characters. They enhance the pie turesqueness- Their projecting points make nipples ln the smooth currents Of our com mon humanity. Besides, as to great men, we should know their failings. It relieves us of the humbug of man worship, and helps our self-sufhciency, which to good modest people is a great point gained.
 In 1889 we were for season in Wall street that gigantic hive of human activities, of be. nihcent enterprises and unmitigated villainies. At our boarding house on Nassau street we were surprised to find appearing one day among it's inmates Serene Dwight, ILL D. He was then sn old man, broken in health and alone, for his wife was dead and he had not chick nor child. d." as the saying is to love him in all the wide world. But he was as autocratic, as dogmasic, as imposing in person and speech as ever. 4 great man in scholarly requirements and intellectual grasp he seemed as giant among pigulies there in that mere money pursuing throng. that fed at it's boards and slept in its beds. He spoke often, but never conversed. He was not an inquirer to be taught anything, but a great fountain to pour out, which he often did in a most inter ssting manner upon varied topics. He amused us one day by saying" The women they will get together and talk, necessarily talk from morning till night-talkl talk. talk all the while, and what under the sun they can find to talk so much about is a mystery beyond my comprehension. On another occasion he diseoursed upon the con- stant communication that was going on be- tween Heaven and Earth, accomplished by flying spiritual messengers. As he spoke like one with authority, being himself di- vine parsonage, we asked, gravely asked. like an anxious inquirer after truth, we indeed were, |" how long he thought those invisible messengers were in transit ?" vhereupon he replied with great impressiveness of manner, About fifteen minutes, siri" H. H.