LAST WORDS OF JULIA. 229 is a good apology for him, not mentioned by Mr. Foster. In his day, and even afterward, in England, the common people were not readers. This business was reserved exclusively for those of leisure, and the learned. Speaking and writing, therefore, were, as Mr. Hall undoubtedly perceived, very different things. When he spoke, he was addressing himself to the many-when he wrote, to the few. But, with all this abatement, he has been pronounced, by Sir James M'Intosh, his friend, and by Lord Brougham-an aspirant for the same kind of famethe best writer in our language of his class. His writing is chaste, pure, elegant, and dignified. His periods flow along like a grand and overflowing stream. There is nothing sparkling, and leaping, and prattling, like the course of a streamlet, in his style. His sentences, as English, are more like those of Livy in Latin, than any writer's I have read. There is not the life, and vivacity, and sweetness, and versatility of matter and manner in his works, which so charm the classical reader in the best productions of the Athenian muse. Nor has he the turgid Latinity of Johnson, to give his periods a great sound and swell. Every thing is purely Saxon. Nor have I ever been able to see why an American professor, the author of a popular book of rhetoric, should have classed him with Dr. Channing. They have certainly no feature in common, but a certain dignity of thought, which is evident in nothing so little as in any supposed similarity of style. One carries the length, the other the brevity of sentences, to the last verge of safety, of naturalness, and of ease. But from the history of this great man there is an important moral to be drawn. Properly reflected upon, it may be of more use to the reader than any thing I have said. It cannot, it need not be denied, that, in early life, Mr. Hall was far from being dis tinguished for those amiable qualities, which after ward spread such a charm round his name. From his childhood, he was passionately headstrong, impa tient of control. Even after he had finished his col lege studies, and entered upon the great duties of his profession, there was a tartness, sometimes a satirical bitterness in his retorts, and even in his ordinary conversation, which must have rendered him a very disagreeable companion at that time. His enemies have also charged him with manifesting contempt for his Bristol colleague, Dr. Evans, whose talents bore no comparison to the genius of young Hall. Not only the preachers, but their Church members. were divided, in consequence of the mis understanding thus begun. Frequent collisions of a similar character continued, for several years, to embitter his feelings, and impede his success. But the good Dr. Ryland, under God, had the happiness of completely eradicating this root of bitterness from the heart of his young friend. He sent him several faithful letters. He told him plainly of his faults, and warned him of his danger. Did the young preacher resent this reproof? If any youth should happen to read this question, let him answer to himself what he would have done. What Mr. Hall did is fortunately on record. It is a model for all. He read Dr. Ryland's letters with great care. He reflected seriously onl his temper. When he saw his errors, he allowed the shaft of conviction to sink to its own depth into his soul. He resolved to amend his life. He sent his resolution to his kind reprover. With his characteristic ardor, he undertook this moral reformation, as if it had been the only business on his hands. The result is well known. From that period he was one of the most amiable of men. His humility almost took possession of the opposite extreme. His life teaches us, not to suffer ourselves to visit the errors of a young man upon his riper years, unless we have the clearest evidence that he yet cherishes them in his heart. He may have become as much alive to his failings as yourself. Forgive his faults, as you wish to be forgiven for your own; and, whenever a parent gets discouraged over the profligacy, or other ill promise of a favorite son, whatever else of our theme may be forgotten, let him or her remember the enlcouraging and illustrious example of the Rev. Robert Hall. LAST WORDS OF JULIA. ERE summer's early blossoms fade, I shall from hence be gone; The scenes where I have sportive played, The walks where I have pensive strayed, Will breathe the sigh-" Alone!" Think not of me when I'm away, As one to distance gone I'll hover near my loves by day, And when you kneel at eve to pray, You'll not be all alone. When through the dark and dreary vale, I would from earth be gone, I will not, in its shadow, pale: His rod and staff shall never fail I walk not there alone. 'Tis Jesus calls-I cannot stay I must from hence be gone: From these fond ties to brighter day, Loved ones are beckoning away Shall I be there alone? W. THE WITHERED FLOWER. ALAS, how frail! in a few short, fleeting hours, Thy life, thy fragrance-both have fled. Emblem thou art of beauty's transient bloom, That lives and charms us but a day, Then withering sinks into an early tomb, And from the memory fades away.
The Withered Flower [pp. 229]
The Ladies' repository: a monthly periodical, devoted to literature, arts, and religion. / Volume 6, Issue 8
LAST WORDS OF JULIA. 229 is a good apology for him, not mentioned by Mr. Foster. In his day, and even afterward, in England, the common people were not readers. This business was reserved exclusively for those of leisure, and the learned. Speaking and writing, therefore, were, as Mr. Hall undoubtedly perceived, very different things. When he spoke, he was addressing himself to the many-when he wrote, to the few. But, with all this abatement, he has been pronounced, by Sir James M'Intosh, his friend, and by Lord Brougham-an aspirant for the same kind of famethe best writer in our language of his class. His writing is chaste, pure, elegant, and dignified. His periods flow along like a grand and overflowing stream. There is nothing sparkling, and leaping, and prattling, like the course of a streamlet, in his style. His sentences, as English, are more like those of Livy in Latin, than any writer's I have read. There is not the life, and vivacity, and sweetness, and versatility of matter and manner in his works, which so charm the classical reader in the best productions of the Athenian muse. Nor has he the turgid Latinity of Johnson, to give his periods a great sound and swell. Every thing is purely Saxon. Nor have I ever been able to see why an American professor, the author of a popular book of rhetoric, should have classed him with Dr. Channing. They have certainly no feature in common, but a certain dignity of thought, which is evident in nothing so little as in any supposed similarity of style. One carries the length, the other the brevity of sentences, to the last verge of safety, of naturalness, and of ease. But from the history of this great man there is an important moral to be drawn. Properly reflected upon, it may be of more use to the reader than any thing I have said. It cannot, it need not be denied, that, in early life, Mr. Hall was far from being dis tinguished for those amiable qualities, which after ward spread such a charm round his name. From his childhood, he was passionately headstrong, impa tient of control. Even after he had finished his col lege studies, and entered upon the great duties of his profession, there was a tartness, sometimes a satirical bitterness in his retorts, and even in his ordinary conversation, which must have rendered him a very disagreeable companion at that time. His enemies have also charged him with manifesting contempt for his Bristol colleague, Dr. Evans, whose talents bore no comparison to the genius of young Hall. Not only the preachers, but their Church members. were divided, in consequence of the mis understanding thus begun. Frequent collisions of a similar character continued, for several years, to embitter his feelings, and impede his success. But the good Dr. Ryland, under God, had the happiness of completely eradicating this root of bitterness from the heart of his young friend. He sent him several faithful letters. He told him plainly of his faults, and warned him of his danger. Did the young preacher resent this reproof? If any youth should happen to read this question, let him answer to himself what he would have done. What Mr. Hall did is fortunately on record. It is a model for all. He read Dr. Ryland's letters with great care. He reflected seriously onl his temper. When he saw his errors, he allowed the shaft of conviction to sink to its own depth into his soul. He resolved to amend his life. He sent his resolution to his kind reprover. With his characteristic ardor, he undertook this moral reformation, as if it had been the only business on his hands. The result is well known. From that period he was one of the most amiable of men. His humility almost took possession of the opposite extreme. His life teaches us, not to suffer ourselves to visit the errors of a young man upon his riper years, unless we have the clearest evidence that he yet cherishes them in his heart. He may have become as much alive to his failings as yourself. Forgive his faults, as you wish to be forgiven for your own; and, whenever a parent gets discouraged over the profligacy, or other ill promise of a favorite son, whatever else of our theme may be forgotten, let him or her remember the enlcouraging and illustrious example of the Rev. Robert Hall. LAST WORDS OF JULIA. ERE summer's early blossoms fade, I shall from hence be gone; The scenes where I have sportive played, The walks where I have pensive strayed, Will breathe the sigh-" Alone!" Think not of me when I'm away, As one to distance gone I'll hover near my loves by day, And when you kneel at eve to pray, You'll not be all alone. When through the dark and dreary vale, I would from earth be gone, I will not, in its shadow, pale: His rod and staff shall never fail I walk not there alone. 'Tis Jesus calls-I cannot stay I must from hence be gone: From these fond ties to brighter day, Loved ones are beckoning away Shall I be there alone? W. THE WITHERED FLOWER. ALAS, how frail! in a few short, fleeting hours, Thy life, thy fragrance-both have fled. Emblem thou art of beauty's transient bloom, That lives and charms us but a day, Then withering sinks into an early tomb, And from the memory fades away.
LAST WORDS OF JULIA. 229 is a good apology for him, not mentioned by Mr. Foster. In his day, and even afterward, in England, the common people were not readers. This business was reserved exclusively for those of leisure, and the learned. Speaking and writing, therefore, were, as Mr. Hall undoubtedly perceived, very different things. When he spoke, he was addressing himself to the many-when he wrote, to the few. But, with all this abatement, he has been pronounced, by Sir James M'Intosh, his friend, and by Lord Brougham-an aspirant for the same kind of famethe best writer in our language of his class. His writing is chaste, pure, elegant, and dignified. His periods flow along like a grand and overflowing stream. There is nothing sparkling, and leaping, and prattling, like the course of a streamlet, in his style. His sentences, as English, are more like those of Livy in Latin, than any writer's I have read. There is not the life, and vivacity, and sweetness, and versatility of matter and manner in his works, which so charm the classical reader in the best productions of the Athenian muse. Nor has he the turgid Latinity of Johnson, to give his periods a great sound and swell. Every thing is purely Saxon. Nor have I ever been able to see why an American professor, the author of a popular book of rhetoric, should have classed him with Dr. Channing. They have certainly no feature in common, but a certain dignity of thought, which is evident in nothing so little as in any supposed similarity of style. One carries the length, the other the brevity of sentences, to the last verge of safety, of naturalness, and of ease. But from the history of this great man there is an important moral to be drawn. Properly reflected upon, it may be of more use to the reader than any thing I have said. It cannot, it need not be denied, that, in early life, Mr. Hall was far from being dis tinguished for those amiable qualities, which after ward spread such a charm round his name. From his childhood, he was passionately headstrong, impa tient of control. Even after he had finished his col lege studies, and entered upon the great duties of his profession, there was a tartness, sometimes a satirical bitterness in his retorts, and even in his ordinary conversation, which must have rendered him a very disagreeable companion at that time. His enemies have also charged him with manifesting contempt for his Bristol colleague, Dr. Evans, whose talents bore no comparison to the genius of young Hall. Not only the preachers, but their Church members. were divided, in consequence of the mis understanding thus begun. Frequent collisions of a similar character continued, for several years, to embitter his feelings, and impede his success. But the good Dr. Ryland, under God, had the happiness of completely eradicating this root of bitterness from the heart of his young friend. He sent him several faithful letters. He told him plainly of his faults, and warned him of his danger. Did the young preacher resent this reproof? If any youth should happen to read this question, let him answer to himself what he would have done. What Mr. Hall did is fortunately on record. It is a model for all. He read Dr. Ryland's letters with great care. He reflected seriously onl his temper. When he saw his errors, he allowed the shaft of conviction to sink to its own depth into his soul. He resolved to amend his life. He sent his resolution to his kind reprover. With his characteristic ardor, he undertook this moral reformation, as if it had been the only business on his hands. The result is well known. From that period he was one of the most amiable of men. His humility almost took possession of the opposite extreme. His life teaches us, not to suffer ourselves to visit the errors of a young man upon his riper years, unless we have the clearest evidence that he yet cherishes them in his heart. He may have become as much alive to his failings as yourself. Forgive his faults, as you wish to be forgiven for your own; and, whenever a parent gets discouraged over the profligacy, or other ill promise of a favorite son, whatever else of our theme may be forgotten, let him or her remember the enlcouraging and illustrious example of the Rev. Robert Hall. LAST WORDS OF JULIA. ERE summer's early blossoms fade, I shall from hence be gone; The scenes where I have sportive played, The walks where I have pensive strayed, Will breathe the sigh-" Alone!" Think not of me when I'm away, As one to distance gone I'll hover near my loves by day, And when you kneel at eve to pray, You'll not be all alone. When through the dark and dreary vale, I would from earth be gone, I will not, in its shadow, pale: His rod and staff shall never fail I walk not there alone. 'Tis Jesus calls-I cannot stay I must from hence be gone: From these fond ties to brighter day, Loved ones are beckoning away Shall I be there alone? W. THE WITHERED FLOWER. ALAS, how frail! in a few short, fleeting hours, Thy life, thy fragrance-both have fled. Emblem thou art of beauty's transient bloom, That lives and charms us but a day, Then withering sinks into an early tomb, And from the memory fades away.
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