The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-05-12

University of Edinburgh in 1869, by
Oxford in 1870, and by Cambridge in
1888. In 1871 he received the order of
Commander of the Crown of Italy, in
recognition of his care of the young
Duke of Genoa, who was an inmate of
his household while a student in Eng
land. Mr.. Arnold delivered the an
nual Rede lecture at Cambridge in 1882,
his subject being Literature and Sci
ence. lie came to this country in the
autumn of 1888, and lectured in this
and other cities. His visit here at
tracted much public attention. He
again visited the United States in 1856,
and in the same year went to the Con-
tinent Of Europe, to procure certain
information for the Education Depart
ment Of the English Government. Re
Gently his name has been especially
prominent in American journals, be-
cause of his article in the last number
of the Nineteenth Century upon Civil
zati0n in the United States" "
At time like this it will interest
many to know Mr.. Arnold's view of
death as expressed in one Of his poems.
A WISH.
l ask not each kind soul to keep
fearless, when of my death he hears.
T = nh, xrv41J se
There are worse plaques on earth than
tears.
ask but that my death may find
The freedom to my life denied;
Ask but the folly of mankind
Then, then, at last, to quit my side.
Spare me the whispering, crowded room,
The friends who come and cape and go;
The cerem onious air of gloom
All, which makes death hideous show
Nor bring, to see me cease to live,
Some doctor full of phrase and fame,
TO shake his sapient head and give
The ill he cannot cure a name.
Nor fetch to take the ACCUSTOMED toll
OF the poor sinner bound for death,
His brother doctor of the soul
The future and it's viewless things
That undiscovered mystery
Which one who feels DEATH winnowing
wings
Must needs read clearer, sure than he
Bring none of these but let me be,
While all around in silence lies,
Moved to the window near, and see
I,g r5ItrSx,
Bathed in the sacred dews of morn
The wide aerial landscape spread
The world which was ere l was born,
The world which lasts when am dead
Which never was the friend of one,
Nor promised love it could not give,
But lit for all its generous sun,
and lfved itself, and made us- live. s-ss.s-
There let me gaze till become
In soul, with what l gaze on, wed
To feel the universe my home;
To have before my mind-instead
Of the sick room, the mortal strife,
The turmoil for little breath
The pure eternal course of life,
Nor human combatings with deathl
Thus feeling, gazing, might grow
Compos'd, refresh'd, ennobled, clear;
Then willing let my spirit go
Towork or wait elsewhere or here.
Our readers, says the London Chris
tan Life, have no doubt read much this
week about Matthew Arnold. One
thing they may not have read-his
sympathy with Universalism. We
might say more than this, but we con-
tent ourselves with the following lines
from his pen =
He saves the sheep. the goats he doth not
save: :"
So rang Tertullian's sentence, on the side
OF that Implying Phrygian sect which cried
Him can no fount of fresh forgiveness lave
Who sins, once washed by the baptismal wave"
So spake the fierce Tertullian. But she sighed
The infant Church :; of love she felt the tide
Stream on her from her Lords yet recent
grave;
And then she smiled, and q the Catacombs,
With eye suffused but heart inspired true,
On those walls subterranean, where she hid
Her head in ignOminy, death, and tombs,
She her Good Shepherds hasty image drew,
And on his shoulders. not a lamb, kid.