Part 38 (1/2)
After services at the house, alked to the church, which we entered through a double file of uncovered students One of the ht of four students standing in charge of the remains, two at the head and two at the foot of the coffin His poor folks came in croith their hands full of flowers to be cast into his grave My brother said he never saw so many men shed tears at a funeral, and I a as convulsively as wo so with pain, whether love _paid_ Love is shen all goes well, but oh how fearfully exacting it is when separation comes! How many tithes it takes of all we have and are!
A worthy young wo ”Holiness through Faith” I went to see her as soon as I got home from W yesterday, but she was asleep under the influence of an opiate There is no doubt that too much self-scrutiny is pernicious, especially to weak- people It was said of Prof
Hopkins that he would have been a mystic but for his love to souls, and I a for peace and joy, too little to seeking the salvation of the careless and worldly But I hesitate to criticise any class of good people, feeling that those who live in ht directly and constantly froh; and of that communion we can not seek too much [10]
IV
Christian Parents to expect Piety in their Children Perfection ”People her Life” Doctrines Letter to Mrs Washburn Last Visit to Williamstown
Early in June she went to Dorset The summer, like that of 1871, was shadowed by anxiety and inward conflict; but her care-worn thoughts were greatly soothed by her rural occupations, by visits fro friends, and by the ever-fresh charms of nature around her
_To a Christian Friend, Dorset, June 9, 1872_
I was obliged to give up my much-desired visit to you We went on to the funeral of Prof Hopkins, and that took three days out of the busy ti here I particularly wanted you to know _at the tier children united with the church on Sunday last, but had not a ht to our people Mr P looked down on his children so lovingly, and kissed them when the covenant had been read He said ---'s face was so full of soul that he could not help it, and his heart yearned over them all
Someone said there was not a dry eye in the house I felt not elated, not cast down, but at peace I think it plain that Christian parents are to _expect_ piety in their children, and expect it early In mine it is indeed ”first the blade,” and they will, no doubt, have their trials and temptations But it seems to me I must leave them in God's hands and let Him lead them as He will It was very sweet to have the ele hands Offer one earnest prayer for them at least, that they may prove true soldiers and servants of Jesus Christ No doubt your two little sainted ones looked on and loved the children of theirtestimony of one of President Garfield's classmates and intimate friends may fitly be added here:
”For him there was but one Mark Hopkins in all the world; but for Professor Albert Hopkins also, or 'Prof Al,' as he was called in those days, the General--not only while at college, but all through life-- entertained the highest regard, both as a ht by Gen G to be of an unusually fine order, rivalling those of his brother, and often eliciting the admiration not only of hi of his Williamstown life, Gen Garfield always referred to Prof Hopkins in the most affectionate manner; and, both from his own statements and e relations were of the pleasantest nature possible”
On the subject of perfection, you say I aelic perfection I see no difference in kind Perfection is perfection tofor a soul to fancy it had attained it Yet, in her last letters to me, Miss ---- virtually professes to have beco, and that she is entirely dead to self What is this but coel saytesti to flee away from everybody Miss ----'s last letter saddenedht not” Why in danger? According to your own doctrine you are safe; being ”entirely sanctified fro ”to quicken” you, for I _ah just now not wild Those sharp teh perhaps only for a season; but I have been physically weakened by theo to bed early, and vegetate all I can--and this when I ought to be hard at workand don't do anything, but just get through the day soe, unfaone crazy on ”Holiness through Faith,” and will probably have to go to an asylum
Our little home looks and is very pleasant I take soives me such a luxury But a soul that has knohat it is to live to Christ can be _happy_ only in Him
May He be all in all to you, and consciously so to ood time
_To Miss Woolsey, Dorset, June 23, 1872_
I wish you could come and take a look at us this quiet afternoon Not a soul is to be seen or heard; the mountains are covered with the soft haze that says the day is warm but not oppressive, and here and there a brilliantly colored bird flies by, setting ”Tweedle Dum,” our taciturn canary, into tune M and I have driven at our out-door work like a pair of steanified I am from the fact that an old fuddy-duddy who does occasional jobs for me, summons me to myby a ”Hullo!” beneath it, while G says to us, ”Where are you girls going to sit this afternoon?”
Your sister's allusion to Watts and Select Hy the whole book through as Ia colicky baby up and down for fifteenskeleton We do contrive to live through queer experiences
_To a young Friend, Dorset, Aug 3, 1872_
The lines you kindly copied for ly People make too much parade of their troubles and too much fuss about them; the fact is we are all born to tribulation, as we also are to innu too much depressed or elated by either ”The saddest birds a season find to sing” Few if any lives flow in un, and I have so ratify me, that I _need_ a arden this et off in the woods with M, and we collect reat enjoyht it best to tell the other side of the story, I should want some very black ink hich to do it We s and disputings, and with the checks on our natural eagerness that keeps us her Life people” I still holdpretty h I have had some talks this sues me to keep where I aainst doctrines I do not, by experience, understand Let us do the will of God (and suffer it) and we shall learn of the doctrine
_To Mrs Washburn, Kauinfels, Friday Evening, (Septe but tear o It would have been so easy to send you to Manchester to- over our little wood-fire, but ere so glad to see you both, so bewildered by your sudden appearance, that neither of us thought of it till you were gone And now you are still within reach, and ant you to reconsider your resolution to turn your backs upon us after such a long, fatiguing journey, and eating no salt with us I did not urge your staying because I do so hate to be urged reat pleasure it would be to us if you could make up your minds to stay at least over Sunday, or if to-morrow and Sunday are unpleasant, just a day or two ive us what you ain I declare I shall think you are crazy, if you don't stay a few days, now that you are here We have been longing to have you co for our place to be a little less naked in order to lay violent hands on you; but now you have seen the nakedness of the land, we don't care, but want you to see more of it This is the ti to do but to enjoy our visitors, and next year the houseover And if you don't co to co, formidable journey
Why _didn't_ we just take and lock you up e had hold of you! Well, now I've torn out _all_ , ”Go up, thou bald-head” Besides--you left theo home without them? Why, it wouldn't be safe You would be run off the track, and scalded by steaht on the cow-catcher, and get lost, and be run aith, and even struck by lightning, I shouldn't wonder And now if you go in to-morrow's train you'll catch the small-pox and the measles and the scarlet fever and the yellow fever, and all the colors-in-the-rainbow fever, and go into a consumption and have the pleurisy, and the jaundice and the tooth-ache and the headache, and, above all, the conscience-ache And you never ate any of our corn or our beans! You never so much as asked the receipt for our ironclads! You haven't seen our cow You haven't been down cellar
You haven't fished in our brook You haven't been here at all, now I coh, but it was nothing _but_ a dreaoing to do as the rest do, and then how'll you feel in your ainst us, and won't let us have our ohy then ”I tell hter not, And why _don't_ they do as they'd oughter?”
And we all pine away and die like the babes in the woods, and nobody's left to cover us up with leaves Send all these argurao I could write another sheet if it would do any good Now do lay ht back
_To Miss Morse, Dorset, Oct 7, 1872_