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to turn the rustling pages carefully,
had brought all the way with such great and feel startled if a door swung to care, by the east porch. I wanted in the quiet house, as if I were eaves- something like Plainfield in my home. dropping; but soon I ceased to hear, I don't know why I linger so, I must absorbed in her letter, which began as write faster, for I grow weak all the the first did.
“I liked the City very well for awhile; "DEAR UNCLE,
the neighbors were kind, and John “ To-day I begged John to write, and more than that, I could not be unhapask you to come here. I could not write py with him I thought. We had a you since I came here but that once, pretty garden, for another man had ownthough your letters have been my great ed the house before us, and 'we had comfort, and I added a few words of en- not to begin every thing. Our next door treaty to his, because I am dying, and neighbor, Mrs. Colton, was good and it seems as if I must see you before I kind to me, so was her daughter Lizzy, die ; yet I fear the letter may not reach a pretty girl, with fair hair, very fair. you, or you may be sick; and for that I wonder John liked it after mine. reason I write now, to tell you how ter- The first great shock I had was at a rible a necessity urged me to persuade Mormon meeting. I cannot very well you to such a journey. I can write but remember the ceremony, because I grew little at a time, my side is so painful; so faint; but I would not faint away lest they call it slow-consumption here, but I some one should see me. I only rememknow better; the heart within me is ber that it was Mrs. Colton's husband turned to stone, I felt it then — Ah! with another wife being “sealed” to him, you see my mind wandered in that last as they say here. You don't know what line; it still will return to the old theme, that means, Uncle Field; it is one part like a fugue tune, such as we had in the of this religion of Satan, that any man Plainfield singing-school. I remember may have, if he will, three or four wives, one that went, «The Lord is just, is just, perhaps more. I only know that shameis just.'—Is He? Dear Uncle, I must sess man, with grown daughters, and begin at the beginning, or you never
the hair on his head snow-white, has will know. I wrote you from St. Louis, taken two, and his own wife, a firm bedid I not? I meant to. From there, liever in this faith! looks on calmly, we had a dreary journey, not so bad to and lives with them in peace. I know Fort Leavenworth, but after that inex- that, and my soul sickened with disgust, pressibly dreary, and set with tokens of but I did not fear; not a thought, not the dead, who perished before us. A a dream, not a shadow of fear crossed long reach of prairie, day after day, me. I should have despised myself forand night after night; grass, and sky, ever if the idea had stained my soul; and graves; grass, and sky, and graves; my husband was my husband,-ininetill I hardly knew whether the life I drag- before God and man! and our child ged along was life or death, as the was in heaven; how glad I was she thirsty, feverish days wore on into the could never be a Mormon ! awful and breathless nights, when every “I was sorry for Mrs. Colton, though creature was dead asleep, and the very she did not need it, and when I saw stars in heaven grew dim in the hot, John leaning over their gate, or smoking sleepy air-dreadful days! I was too in the porch with the old man, I thought glad to see that bitter inland sea, blue he felt so, too, and I was glad to see as the fresh lakes, with its gray islands him more sociable than ever he was in of bare rock, and sparkling sand shores, the States. After awhile he did not still more rejoiced to come upon the smoke, but talked with Elder Colton, City itself, the rows of quaint, bare and then would come home and expound houses, and such cool water-sources,
out of the book of Mormon to me. and, over all, near enough to rest both I was very glad to have him earnest in eyes and heart, the sun-lit mountains, his religion, but I could not be. Then
the shadow of a great rock in a weary be grew very thoughtful, and had a land.'
silent fit, but I took no notice of it, “I liked my new house well. It was though I think now he meant to leave me, too large for our need, but pleasanter but I began to pine a little for home, for its airiness, and the first thing I did, and when I worked in the garden, and was to plant a little hop-vine, that I trained the vines about our verandah, I used to wish he would help me as he many days, I began to feel sorry for did Lizzy Colton, but I still remembered him. Oh! how sorry! for I knew-I how good he was to pity and help them. know—he will see himself some day
“Oh fool! yet, I had rather be a fool with my eyes, but not till I die. Then over again than have imagined—that I I found my lips full of blood one mornam glad of, even now-I did not once ing, and that pleased me, for I knew it suspect.
was a promise of the life to come: now “But one day—I remember every little I should go to heaven, where there aren't thing in that day—even the slow ticking any Mormons. of the clock, as I tied up my hop-vine ; “I believe, though, people were kind and after that I went into the garden, to me all the time; for I remember they and sat down on a little bench under the came and said things to me, and one grape-trellis, and looked at the moun- shook me a little to see if I felt; and tains. How beautiful they were all one woman cried. I was glad of that, purple in the shadow of sunset, and the for I couldn't cry. However, after three sky golden green above them, with one months, I was better: worse, John said scarlet cloud floating slowly upward: I one day, and he brought a doctor, but hope I shall never see a red cloud again. the man knew as well as I did-so he Presently, John came and sat by me, and said nothing at all, and gave me some I laid my head on his shoulder; I was herb tea;—tell Aunt Martha that. so glad to have him there—it cured my " Then I could walk out of doors, but home-sickness; once or twice he began I did not care to; only once I smelt the to say something, and stopped, but I did hop-blossoms, and that I could not bear, not mind it. I wanted him to see a low so I went out and pulled up my hopline of mist creeping down a cañon in the vine by the roots, and laid it out, all mountains, and I stood up to point it out; straight, in the fierce sunshine : it died so he rose, too, and in a strange, hurried directly. In the winter John had another way, began to say something about the wife sealed to him; I heard somebody Mormon faith, and the duties of a be- say so; he did not tell me, and if he had I liever, which I did not notice either very could not help it. I found he had taken much–I was so full of admiring the a little adobe house for those two, and scarlet cloud-when, like a sudden I knew it was out of tenderness for thunder-clap at my ear, I heard this my feelings he did so. Oh! Unele quick, resolute sentence: And so, ac- Field! perhaps he has loved me all this cording to the advice and best judgment time? I know better, though, than that! of the Saints, Elizabeth Colton will be
Spring came, and I was very weak, and sealed to me, after two days, as my I grew not to care about any thing; so spiritual wife.
I told John he could bring those two “ Then my soul fled out of my lips, in women to this house if he wished: I one cry-I was dead-my heart turned did not care, only nobody must ever to a stone, and nothing can melt it! I come into my room. He looked ashamed, did not speak, or sigh, but sat down on and pleased, too; but he brought them, the bench, and John talked a great deal; and nobody ever did come into my room. I think he rubbed my hands and kissed By-and-by Elizabeth Colton brought a me, but I did not feel it. I went away, little baby down stairs, and its name by-and-by, when it was dark, into the was Clara. Poor child! poor little house and into my room. I locked the Mormon child! I hope it will die some door and looked at the wall till morning, time before it grows up; only I should then I went down and sat in a chair till not like it to come my side of heaven, night; and I drank, drank, drank, like for it had blue eyes like John's. a fever. All the time cold water, but it " Then I grew more and more ill, and never reached my thirst. John came now I am really dying, and no letter home, but he did not dare touch me; I has come from you! It takes so long was a dead corpse, with another spirit —three whole months, and I have been in it--not his wife-she was dead, and more than a year in the house with John gone to heaven on a bright cloud. I Henderson and the two women. I know remember being glad of that.
I shall never see you, but I must speak. “In two days more he had a wife, and I must, even out of the grave; and I I was not his any longer. I staid up keep hearing that old fugue. The stairs when he was in the house, and Lord is just, is just, is just; the Lord is locked my door, till, after a great just and good! Is He? I know He
is; but I forget sometimes. Uncle him; it was an unequal yoke, and I Field! you must pray for John! you have borne the burden; but I loved him must! I cannot die and leave him in so much! Uncle Field, I did not keep his sins, his delusion : he does not think myself from idols. Pray! I shall be it is sin, but I know it. Pray! pray! dead, but he lives. Pray for him, and, dear Uncle: don't be discouraged—do if you will, for the little child—because not fear-he will be undeceived some -I am dying. Dear Nelly !" time; he will repent, I know! The “Are you blotting my letter, young Lord is just, and I will pray in heaven, man ?" said Parson Field, at my elbow, and I will tell Nelly to, but you must. as I deciphered the last broken, trembIt says in the Bible, the prayer of a ling line, of Ada's story. " Here I have righteous man;' and oh! I am not been five minutes, and you did not hear righteous! I should not have married me!" I really had blotted the letter!
NOON AND MORNING.
There are balms for all our pain;
And it never comes again!
Under manhood's sterner reign;
And will never come again!
And we sigh for it in vain :
But it never comes again!
SHOULD WE FEAR THE POPE?
ONE of the strong impelling causes
of much of all that is best in art, in the
touching music, the lovely paintings, eigners is, the hereditary aversion of and the sublime cathedrals of the midProtestants to the Roman Church. It is dle-age; and, above all, the unquesalleged, that the doctrines of that Church tionable ability of its priests, with the assert the right of the Pope to inter- long line of noble and beautiful spirits, fere in the temporal affairs of kingdoms Abelards, Pascals, and Fenelons, who and states, while they demand for him have illustrated history, by their culthe exclusive allegiance of its members; ture, their piety and their geniusand, consequently, that no one profess- these are elements of greatness and ing those doctrines can yield an honest power, which it would be folly as well allegiance to any other power.
as blindness in any one to overlook We propose to inquire how far these or deride. But, as we are convinced, positions are true; and, if true, to what also, that there are influences stronger extent, and in what way, we ought to than these,—the influences of truth, of resist their dangers.
the soul of man,—of the spirit of the Before doing so, it may be proper to age, in its present developments,—of the premise, that we have not been educated providence of God, which has estabto any overweening estimate of the lished a moral order in history, we are claims of the Catholic Church. On the not dismayed by the amount of its ecclecontrary, our studies, observations, and siastical pretension, nor disheartened general habits of thought, have led us by any seeming facility or splendr in into convictions decidedly and utterly its temporary successes. hostile to its theories of government as Least of all, shall we allow ourselves well as to its creeds. It seems to us a to be betrayed, by the chronic terrors singular mixture of fanaticism, tyranny, of Protestants, into an unjust judgment cunning and devout religion. We are of Catholics, and the consequent perpesensible, too, of its many means of influ- tration of political wrong. We are too ence, and of the vast prestige with familiar with the history of religious which it addresses itself both to the controversy to be hurried away by the imagination and reason of men. Its furious zeal of agitators, who regard venerable age, connecting it with the it as their special mission to arouse the most ancient and splendid civilizations, world to a proper dread of the abuses Oriental, Grecian, Roman, and feudal; of Popery. They are sincere, we have but, surviving them all, amid the fiercest no doubt; but it is the sincerity of tempests of time, as the pyramids partisans, not of judges. They have have triumphed over the sand-storms worked their impatience of error up to of the desert, where the hundred-gated that inflammatory pitch, where conviccities are laid in ruins,-its marvelous tion becomes passion. Of tolerable selforganization, combining the solidest complacency and quietude, in other strength with the most flexile activity, respects, they are apt to be shaken out conciliating the wildest fanatical zeal of their shoes when the subject of the with the coolest intellectual cunning, “Scarlet Woman” is broached. It has adapting it to every age, nation, and all the effect upon them—we say it with exigency, and enabling it to pursue its reverence—of the red-rag upon some designs with continuous and varied imperious turkey, who, straightway, forces;—its imposing ceremonies and loses his solemn port and dignity, and pantomimes, which seem like mummery rushes wildly to the battle. to the stranger, but to the initiated are Even the more temperate polemics. signs of the mighty conquests it has on the Protestant side of this controachieved over the mythologies, the rites, versy, do not always restrain their and the persecutions of antiquity, as ardor at judgment-heat. Having conwell as promises of the consoling grace vinced themselves that Rome—not ecclewhich will again sustain it, should the siasticism in general, but the particular hand of the enemy drive it once more branch of it called Rome—is the great into the catacombs and the caves; its Anti-Christ of Scripture, they incontiluxurious, yet discriminating, patronage nently belabor her with every variety of of art, which has preserved to us so Scriptural reprobation. All the mon
strous types of apocalyptic zoology, trace its affinities among the parties the beasts with seven heads and ten and principles of former times, and horns, the red and black horses, the immediately you may place it in diseagles, the calves, and the fiery flying reputable company. Thus, you may serpents, are made to find in her their illustrate monarchy by the excesses of living resemblance, while she is loudly the Oriental kings or the Roman Cesars; proclaimed to be the man of perdition, you may make aristocracy responsible --the mother of harlots,—the mystic for the nobles of the middle ages; and Babylon, who makes the nations "drunk democracy for the peasant-wars and with the wine of the wrath of her forni- French revolutions of a later day. A cations."*
person, opposed to the Church of EngIt happens, unfortunately for the land, might say that it is still an unreChurch, that it is not difficult to give pealed canon with her that papists and plausibility to these views, and, to some dissenters may be choked to death for extent, a justification of reactionary their errors.t Another, opposed to Cal. hatreds, from the records of history. vinism, would show Calvin, Beza, and Ecclesiastical annals, (and the same is Melancthon urging the incremation of true, perhaps, of all other annals,) tried Servetus. A third would tell us of the by the standard of existing opinions, Huguenots roasting papal priests, while are so full of whatever is insolent in they were themselves singed with the assumption, corrupt in morals, cunning fires of St. Bartholomew; or of the Scotch and treacherous in fraud, and detestable parliament, with eight thousand Scotchin tyranny, that a mere tyro, with a men dead at the hands of the Stuarts, case to make out, might draw pictures decreeing death against the profession from them that would frighten a college of Episcopacy; or, of the good Puritans, of cardinals, and much more a conclave flying to the wilderness to escape and of credulous zealots. Dip into these to establish spiritual despotism. In annals anywhere, but especially into short, no sect or party can look with enwhat relates to the doings from the ninth tire complacency upon the deeds of its to the fifteenth centuries, and how much ancestors, and no sect or party has a wickedness of every kind you meet! right to interpret the great lessons of What audacity, licentiousness, super- history in a narrow, sectarian spirit. stition, ignorance, fraud, uproar, and Now, it seems to us, that the Cacruel ferocity of persecution! The tholics are criticised too entirely in dread power of the Papacy, as it is this one-sided way. Their opponents, described in the popular histories, seems drawing a drag-net through the impure to bestride those ages, like a gigantic streams of the middle-ages, bespatter spectre of the Brocken. It rises before them with all the rubbish that the cast us as something awful, mysterious, and brings up. It is forgotten that those desolating. Removed, as we are by ages were ages, in many respects, of the many generations, from the scenes of its grossest barbarism and blindness; that action, we still see the flash of its light- anarchy and outrage reigned every, nings, and still hear the roar of its where; that opinion was unformed and thunders, as the bolts fall swift and ter- authorities at war; and that if the conrible about the heads of emperors and duct of the hierarchy, stretching across kings. In its quietest times, our eyes such long periods of general violence, are haunted with visions of bloody- exhibits much that is rapacious, cruel, hands; the air is sultry with a feeling and malignant, it was often redeemed of oppression; and the soul, in its recoil by the valuable services which the same from the gloom and sorrow that darkens hierarchy rendered to the cause of learnand sobs around it, loses sense of the ing, of art, of social discipline, of poptrue proportions of things, and fan- ular progress, and European unity. cies that all was evil then, and nothing The representations, therefore, which good.
dwell upon the evils of those times exBut, take up any party or prin- clusively, are violent daubs or grotesque ciple, in an unfriendly spirit, to caricatures, and not historical pictures.
In this application, however, of the great symbols of the Apocalypse to actual events, instead of spiritual truths, they have the illustrious precedent of Dante, Petrarch, Machiavelli, and some, even, who lived in the previous century.
* See Arnold's Miscellaneous Works, page 188, Appleton's edition.