The record-union., 1893-01-09

And so do we. Akbar, disgusted with
| the ranting OF sects. longed-
For power to fuse
| My myriads into union under one;
! To hunt the tiger OF oppression out
| From Office; and TO spread the Divine Faith
| Like calming oil on all their stormy creeds
| And Ill the holows between wave and wave.
! TO nurse my children on the milk of Truth
| And alchemise Old hates into the gold
| OF Love, and make ii current, and beat back
| The menacing poison of intolerant priests,
! Those cobras ever setting up their hoods.
He would rear
| A temple, neither pagod, mosque. nor church,
| But loitier, simpler, always open-door'd
! To every. breath from heaven, and Truth and
| Peace
| And Love and Justice.
Exactly the idea 1 have in mind for
Sacramento il we can ever prevail upon
discordant sects of liberal thinkers to
unite on the one idea of love. But let it
! be. plainly understood that l am the
sworn enemy OF any thought that would
limit that idea either in this world or the
! next.
| Similar to Tennyson's thought as to
creeds, is this from Whittier:
| That night, with painful care read :.
! What Hippo's saint, and Calvin said,-
The living speaking to the dead.
In vain I turned in weary quest,
| Old Pages Where-God give them rest
The poor creed-mongers dreamed and guessed.
The faith expressed in "In Memoir
| ian," by Tennyson, is found in Whittier
| like this:
! through sins Of sense, perversities Of will,
through doubt ana pain, through guilt and
/ shame and i'll,
Thy plying eye is on Thy creatures still.
| wilt Thou not make. eternal source and goal.
| in Thine lifQ's hrOISpO circle -
And change 10 Praise the cry Of a lost soul.
Both poets We're with the ad-
vanced thought Of the scientific world
and were sure that nothing had been
| destroyed by science that was worth
keeping. 1t isn't every old man who
keeps in touch with the evolving world
| while descending toward the grave, but
listen to this from Whittier:
What matter that it is not Nav,
Tint birds have flown and trees are bare,
! mat darker grows the shortening day,
And colder blows the wintry air.
! TIE wrecks Of passion and desire
| The castles no more rebuild;
| May itly feed my drift-WOoi fire.
And warm the HANDS that age has chilled.
| Whatever perished with my ships
| only know the best remains;
song of praise is on my lips
! For losses which are now my gains.
Heap high my hearth! No worth is lost;
| NO wisdom with the folly dies.
| Rurn on, poor shreds, your holocaust
| shall lie my evening sacrifice!
For more than all dared to dream,
| JnsOught before my door | see,
| On wings of fire and steeds OF Steam,
The worlds great wonders come to me.
And holer signs unmarked before,
| Uf love 10 seek and power 10 save
! The righting of the wrOnged aud poor,
! The man evolving from tne slave.
| And lile no longer chance or fate,
safe in the gracious Fatherhooa.
| fold DER weary hands ana wait,
IN full assurance OF the good.
And Tennyson:
| Miracles ?
| Miracles No. not I. nor he nor any. can
but lift the torch
| OF reason in the Gusky cave Of life
! And gaze on this great miracle the world,
| Adorlng that VINO made, and makes. and is.
| And is not what gaze on-all else form,
| Ritual varying vita the tribes of men.
| Whittiers Plan of Salvation" was a
very simple one. There is not much
theology in it:
Earth shall be near to Heaven when all
| That sewers man from man shall fall,
For here as there, salvatiOn's plan
| Alone is love of God and man.
His faith in Immortality was based in
| human affection, and not in the resurrec-
ton Of Jesus:
The solemn joy that soul communion feels
| Immortal life reveals;
And human love, its prophecy and sign
| Interprets love divine.
But time passes, and 1 must hasten
| to close. 1 found so much that
wanted 80 put in this symposium that
have had to leave much of it for you to
| hunt up and read for yourselves. Dr.
Holmes, writing to Mr.. Baldwin of Boston
| lately, said that Whittier believed sub
! stantially as he believed, and DR.. Holmes
has been a lifelong Unitarian of the radi-
cal school. Holmes says: at is simply
! impossible to sing the old theology"
Those who tried to sing Calvauism," :"
says he. ''are remembered now as literary
! curiosities."
Whittier writing Of Holmes says:
Q rarest optimist!
Enough of selfish wailng has been had,
Thank God ! for votes more glad.
Thy hand, old friend!
| 1t has often been said that the liberal
faith is pleasant one to live by, but not
good one to die by. This from those
whose terror of death comes from the
| teachings of the old theology, but listen
| to these. among the last words from Ten
nyson, and with them l must close:
Yet be comforted;
| For if this earth be ruled by perfect love,
| Then after it, brief range Of blameless days
! The toll OF funeral in an angelic ear
| Sounds happier than the merriest marriage
bell.
| The face of death is toward the sun of life.
| His shadow darkens earth; his truer name
| Is Onward; no discord in the roll
And march of that eternal harmony
| Where:o The worlds beat time tho family
heard,
| Until tn great hereafter.
| Mourn in hope
BRIEF NOTES.
Charles ETiopnr woe rrror,to1