Fain I would be as thou art:
Give me thy obedient heart.
Give me thy obedient heart.
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“Yes, I yield, I yield at last,
Listen to thy speaking blood;
Me, with all my sins, I cast
On my atoning God! »
Then thou learnest of him to be "lowly of heart. ” And this
is the true, genuine, Christian humility, which flows from a sense
of the love of God, reconciled to us in Christ Jesus. Poverty of
spirit, in this meaning of the word, begins where a sense of guilt
and of the wrath of God ends; and is a continual sense of our
total dependence on him for every good thought, or word, or
work,- of our utter inability to all good, unless he water us
every moment, and an abhorrence of the praise of men, know-
ing that all praise is due unto God only. With this is joined a
loving shame, a tender humiliation before God, even for the sins
which we know he hath forgiven us, and for the sin which still
remaineth in our hearts, although we know it is not imputed to
our condemnation. Nevertheless, the conviction we feel of inbred
sin is deeper and deeper every day. The more
we grow in
grace, the more do we see of the desperate wickedness of our
heart. The more we advance in the knowledge and love of God
through our Lord Jesus Christ (as great a mystery as this may
appear to those who know not the power of God unto salvation),
the more do we discern of our alienation from God,- of the
enmity that is in our carnal mind, and the necessity of our being
entirely renewed in righteousness and true holiness.
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THE LOVE THAT HOPETH AND ENDURETH ALL THINGS
From the (Second Discourse upon the Sermon on the Mount)
ND when it can no longer believe, then love “hopeth all
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the relation is not true, that the thing related was never
done. Is it certain it was? — "But perhaps it was not done
with such circumstances as are related; so that allowing the fact,
there is room to hope it was not so ill as it is represented. '
Was the action apparently, undeniably evil? Love hopes the in-
tention was not so. Is it clear the design was evil too ? — “Yet
might it not spring, not from the settled temper of the heart,
but from a start of passion, or from some vehement temptation,
which hurried the man beyond himself? ” And even when it
cannot be doubted but all the actions, designs, and tempers are
equally evil, still love hopes that God will at last make bare his
arm and get himself the victory; and that there shall be "joy in
heaven over [this] one sinner that repenteth, more than over
ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance. ”
Lastly: It "endureth all things. ” This completes the character
of him that is truly merciful. He endureth not some, not many
things only, not most, but absolutely all things. Whatever the
injustice, the malice, the cruelty of men can inflict, he is able to
suffer. He calls nothing intolerable; he never says of anything,
“This is not to be borne. ” No: he can not only do but suffer
all things through Christ which strengtheneth him. And all he
suffers does not destroy his love, nor impair it in the least. It
is proof against all. It is a flame that burns even in the midst
of the great deep. “Many waters cannot quench” his love,
neither can the floods drown it. ” It triumphs over all. It
“never faileth, either in time or in eternity.
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« Thus in obedience to what Heaven decrees,
Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease;
But lasting charity's more ample sway —
Nor bound by time, nor subject to decay –
In happy triumph shall forever live,
And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive. "
So shall “the merciful obtain mercy”: not only by the bless-
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they bear to their brethren a thousandfold into their own
bosom; but likewise by “an exceeding and eternal weight of
glory,” in the "kingdom prepared for them from the beginning
of the world. ”
A CATHOLIC SPIRIT
From a Discourse entitled “Catholic Spirit)
, , that is not
F*speculative"latitudinarianism. It is not an indiference to all
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opinions: this is the spawn of hell, not the offspring of
heaven. This unsettledness of thought, this being driven to
and fro, and tossed about with every wind of doctrine,” is a great
curse, not a blessing; an irreconcilable enemy, not a friend, to
true catholicism. A man of a truly catholic spirit has not now
his religion to seek, He is fixed as the sun in his judgment
concerning the main branches of Christian doctrine.
It is true,
he is always ready to hear and weigh whatsoever can be offered
against his principles; but as this does not show any wavering
in his own mind, so neither does it occasion any. He does not
halt between two opinions, nor vainly endeavor to blend them
into one.
Observe this, you who know not what spirit ye are
of: who call yourselves men of a catholic spirit, only because you
are of a muddy understanding; because your mind is all in a
mist; because you have no settled, consistent principles, but are
for jumbling all opinions together. Be convinced that you have
quite missed your way; you know not where you are. You think
you are got into the very spirit of Christ, when in truth you
are nearer the spirit of Antichrist. Go first and learn the first
elements of the gospel of Christ, and then shall you learn to be
of a truly catholic spirit.
From what has been said, we may learn, secondly, that a
catholic spirit is not any kind of practical latitudinarianism. It
is not indifference as to public worship, or as to the outward
manner of performing it. This likewise would not be a blessing
but a curse. Far from being a help thereto, it would, so long as
it remained, be an unspeakable hindrance to the worshiping of
God in spirit and in truth. But the man of a truly catholic
spirit, having weighed all things in the balance of the sanctuary,
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of worship wherein he joins. He is clearly convinced that this
manner of worshiping God is both Scriptural and rational. He
knows none in the world which is more Scriptural, none which
is more rational. Therefore, without rambling hither and thither
he cleaves close thereto, and praises God for the opportunity of
so doing.
Hence we may, thirdly, learn that a catholic spirit is not in-
difference to all congregations. This is another sort of latitudi-
narianism, not less absurd and unscriptural than the former. But
it is far from a man of a truly catholic spirit. He is fixed in
his congregation as well as his principles. He is united to one,
not only in spirit, but by all the outward ties of Christian fellow-
ship. There he partakes of all the ordinances of God. There
he receives the supper of the Lord. There he pours out his soul
in public prayer, and joins in public praise and thanksgiving.
There he rejoices to hear the word of reconciliation, the gospel
of the grace of God. With these his nearest, his best beloved
brethren, on solemn occasions, he seeks God by fasting. These
particularly he watches over in love, as they do over his soul;
admonishing, exhorting, comforting, reproving, and every way
building up each other in the faith. These he regards as his
own household; and therefore, according to the ability God has
given him, naturally cares for them, and provides that they may
have all the things that are needful for life and godliness.
But while he is steadily fixed in his religious principles, in
what he believes to be the truth as it is in Jesus; while he firmly
adheres to that worship of God which he judges to be most
acceptable in his sight; and while he is united by the tenderest
and closest ties to one particular congregation, - his heart is
enlarged towards all mankind, those he knows and those he does
not; he embraces with strong and cordial affection neighbors
and strangers, friends and enemies. This is catholic, or univer-
sal love. And he that has this is of a catholic spirit. For love
alone gives the title to this character: catholic love is a catholic
spirit.
If then we take this word in the strictest sense, a man of a
catholic spirit is one who, in the manner above mentioned, gives
his hand to all whose hearts are right with his heart: one who
knows how to value, and praise God for, all the advantages he
enjoys, with regard to the knowledge of the things of God, the
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union with a congregation fearing God and working righteous-
ness: one who, retaining these blessings with the strictest care,
keeping them as the appie of his eye, at the same time loves —
as friends, as brethren in the Lord, as members of Christ and
children of God, as joint partakers now of the present kingdom
of God, and fellow-heirs of his eternal kingdom - all of whatever
opinion, or worship, or congregation, who believe in the Lord
Jesus Christ; who love God and man; who, rejoicing to please
and fearing to offend God, are careful to abstain from evil, and
zealous of good works. He is the man of a truly catholic spirit,
who bears all these continually upon his heart; who, having an
unspeakable tenderness for their persons, and longing for their
welfare, does not cease to commend them to God in prayer as
well as to plead their cause before men; who speaks comfortably
to them, and labors by all his words to strengthen their hands in
God. He assists them to the uttermost of his power in all things,
spiritual and temporal. He is ready to spend and be spent for
them”; yea, to lay down his life for their sake.
Thou, O man of God, think on these things! If thou art
already in this way, go on. If thou hast heretofore mistook the
path, bless God who hath brought thee back! And now run the
race which is set before thee, in the royal way of universal love.
Take heed, lest thou be either wavering in thy judgment, or
straitened in thy bowels; but keep an even pace, rooted in the
faith once delivered to the saints, and grounded in love, in true
catholic love, till thou art swallowed up in love for ever and
ever!
THE LAST JUDGMENT
From a Discourse on (The Great Assize)
Surday presenta before the cora
UFFER me to add a few words to all of you who are at this
Lord. Should not you bear it in
your minds all the day long, that a more awful day is
coming? A large assembly this! But what is it to that which
every eye will then behold, the general assembly of all the
children of men that ever lived on the face of the whole earth!
A few will stand at the judgment seat this day, to be judged
touching what shall be laid to their charge; and they are now
reserved in prison, perhaps in chains, till they are brought forth
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we
are
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your face.
to be tried and sentenced. But we shall all — I that speak, and
you that hear – “stand at the judgment seat of Christ. ” And
now reserved on this earth, which is not our home, in
this prison of flesh and blood, perhaps many of us in chains of
darkness too, till we are ordered to be brought forth. Here a
,
man is questioned concerning one or two acts which he is sup-
posed to have committed: there we are to give an account of
all our works, from the cradle to the grave; of all our words; of
all our desires and tempers, all the thoughts and intents of our
hearts; of all the use we have made of our various talents,
whether of mind, body, or fortune, till God said, “Give an ac-
,
count of thy stewardship, for thou mayest be no longer steward. ”
In this court, it is possible, some who are guilty may escape
for want of evidence; but there is no want of evidence in that
court. All men with whom you had the most secret intercourse,
who were privy to all your designs and actions, are ready before
So are all the spirits of darkness who inspired evil
designs and assisted in the execution of them. So are all the
angels of God, those eyes of the Lord that run to and fro over
all the earth; who watched over your soul, and labored for your
good, so far as you would permit. So is your own conscience, a
thousand witnesses in one; now no more capable of being either
blinded or silenced, but constrained to know and to speak the
naked truth touching all your thoughts, and words, and actions.
And is conscience as a thousand witnesses ? — yea; but God is as
a thousand consciences! Oh, who can stand before the face of
the great God, even our Saviour Jesus Christ!
See! see! He cometh! He maketh the clouds his chariot!
He rideth upon the wings of the wind! A devouring fire goeth
before him and after him, a flame burneth! See! He sitteth
upon his throne, clothed with light as with a garment, arrayed
with majesty and honor! Behold, his eyes are as a flame of fire,
his voice as the sound of many waters!
How will ye escape? Will ye call to the mountains to fall on
you, the rocks to cover you ? Alas, the mountains themselves,
the rocks, the earth, the heavens, are just ready to flee away!
Can ye prevent the sentence ? Wherewith ? With all the sub-
stance of thy house, with thousands of gold and silver ? Blind
wretch! Thou camest naked from thy mother's womb, and more
naked into eternity. Hear the Lord, the Judge!
« Come, ye
blessed of my Father! inherit the kingdom prepared for you from
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»
the foundation of the world. ” Joyful sound! How widely dif-
ferent from that voice which echoes through the expanse of
heaven, “Depart, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the
Devil and his angels! ” And who is he that can prevent or retard
the full execution of either sentence ? Vain hope! Lo, hell is
moved from beneath to receive those who are ripe for destruc-
tion! And the everlasting doors lift up their heads, that the
heirs of glory may come in !
“What manner of persons then ought we to be, in all holy
conversation and godliness? We know it cannot be long before
the Lord will descend with the voice of the archangel, and the
trumpet of God; when every one of us shall appear before him,
and give account of his own works. “Wherefore, beloved, seeing
ye look for these things," seeing ye know he will come, and will
not tarry, “be diligent, that ye may be found of him in peace,
without spot and blameless. ” Why should ye not? Why should
one of you be found on the left hand, at his appearing? He
willeth not that any should perish, but that all should come to
repentance; by repentance, to faith in a bleeding Lord; by faith,
to spotless love, to the full image of God renewed in the heart,
and producing all holiness of conversation. Can you doubt of
this, when you remember the Judge of all is likewise the Savior
of all ? Hath he not bought you with his own blood, that ye
might not perish, but have everlasting life? Oh, make proof of
his mercy rather than his justice; of his love rather than the
thunder of his power! He is not far from every one of us; and
he is now come not to 'condemn, but to save, the world. He
standeth in the midst ! Sinner, doth he not now, even now,
knock at the door of thy heart ? Oh that thou mayest know, at
least in this thy day, the things that belong unto thy peace! Oh
that ye may now give yourselves to Him who gave himself for
you, in humble faith, in holy, active, patient love! So shall ye
rejoice with exceeding joy in his day, when he cometh in the
clouds of heaven!
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THOU HIDDEN LOVE OF GOD, WHOSE HEIGHT
THOU
HOU hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows!
I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in thee.
Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with thee my heart to share ?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there!
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.
O hide this self from me, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live;
My vile affections crucify,
Nor let one darling lust survive!
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek, but thee.
O Love, thy sovereign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there;
Make me thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may, “Abba, Father,” cry.
Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
"I am thy Love, thy God, thy All! ”
To feel thy power, to hear thy voice,
To taste thy love, be all my choice.
Translation of John Wesley, from the German of Gerhard Tersteegen.
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[All the following Hymns are by Charles Wesley. ]
FATHER, I STRETCH MY HANDS TO THEE
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ATHER, I stretch my hands to thee;
No other help I know:
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?
What did thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!
O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
And all my wants thou wouldst relieve,
In this accepted hour.
Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
O let me now receive that gift:
My soul without it dies.
Surely thou canst not let me die:
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.
How would my fainting soul rejoice
Could I but see thy face!
Now let me hear thy quickening voice,
And taste thy pardoning grace.
LIGHT OF LIFE, SERAPHIC FIRE
Lo Love divine, thyself impart:
IGHT of
:
Every fainting soul inspire,
Shine in every drooping heart;
Every mournful sinner cheer,
Scatter all our guilty gloom;
Son of God, appear, appear!
To thy human temples come!
Come in this accepted hour;
Bring thy heavenly kingdom in;
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Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin:
Nothing inore can we require,
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our heart's desire,
All our joy, and all our peace!
LOVE DIVINE, ALL LOVE EXCELLING
Love
ove divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art:
Visit us with thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.
Breathe, o breathe thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast!
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find that second rest.
Take away our bent to sinning;
Alpha and Omega be:
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.
Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee as thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy perfect love.
Finish then thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see thy, great salvation,
Perfectly restored in thee:
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
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ETERNAL BEAM OF LIGHT DIVINE
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TERNAL Beam of Light divine,
Fountain of unexhausted love,
In whom the Father's glories shine,
Through earth beneath and heaven above;
Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear;
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love and lowly fear.
Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill;
Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal.
Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh!
So shall each murmuring thought be gone,
And grief, and fear, and care shall fly,
As clouds before the midday sun.
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Speak to my warring passions, Peace”;
Say to my trembling heart, “Be still ”;
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sovereign will.
O Death! where is thy sting? Where now
Thy boasted victory, O Grave ?
Who shall contend with God ? or who
Can hurt whom God delights to save ?
GENTLE JESUS, MEEK AND MILD
ENTLE Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to Thee.
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Fain I would to thee be brought:
Dearest God, forbid it not;
Give me, dearest God, a place
In the kingdom of thy grace.
Put thy hands upon my head,
Let me in thine arms be stayed;
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Let me lean upon thy breast,-
Lull me, lull me, Lord, to rest.
Hold me fast in thy embrace,
Let me see thy smiling face.
Give me, Lord, thy blessing give;
Pray for me, and I shall live.
I shall live the simple life,
Free from sin's uneasy strife,
Sweetly ignorant of ill,
Innocent and happy still.
Oh that I may never know
What the wicked people do!
Sin is contrary to thee.
Sin is the forbidden tree.
Keep me from the great offense,
Guard my helpless innocence;
Hide me, from all evil hide,
Self, and stubbornness, and pride.
Lamb of God, I look to thee;
Thou shalt my example be:
Thou art gentle, meek, and mild,
Thou wast once a little child.
Fain I would be as thou art:
Give me thy obedient heart.
Thou art pitiful and kind:
Let me have thy loving mind.
Meek and lowly may I be:
Thou art all humility.
Let me to my betters bow:
Subject to thy parents thou.
Let me above all fulfill
God my heavenly Father's will;
Never his good Spirit grieve,
Only to his glory live.
Thou didst live to God alone,
Thou didst never seek thine own;
Thou thy self didst never please,
God was all thy happiness.
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Loving Jesu, gentle Lamb,
In Thy gracious hands I am.
Make me, Savior, what thou art,
Live thyself within my heart.
I shall then show forth thy praise,
Serve thee all my happy days:
Then the world shall always see
Christ, the holy Child, in me.
THOU VERY PRESENT AID
TH
HOU very present aid
In suffering and distress,
The soul which still on thee is stayed
Is kept in perfect peace.
The soul by faith reclined
On his Redeemer's breast
Midst raging storms exults to find
An everlasting rest.
Sorrow and fear are gone,
Whene'er thy face appears;
It stills the sighing orphan's moan,
And dries the widow's tears.
It hallows every cross;
It sweetly comforts me;
And makes me now forget my loss,
And lose myself in thee.
Peace to the troubled heart,
Health to the sin-sick mind,
The wounded spirit's Balm thou art,
The Healer of mankind.
In deep affliction blest,
With thee I mount above,
And sing, triumphantly distrest,
Thine all-sufficient love.
Jesus, to whom I fly,
Doth all my wishes fill;
In vain the creature-streams are dry:
I have the Fountain still.
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Stript of my earthly friends,
I find them all in One;
And peace, and joy that never ends,
And heaven, in Christ alone.
HAIL! HOLY, HOLY, HOLY LORD
HAL
All! holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom One in Three we know;
By all thy heavenly host adored,
By all thy Church below!
One undivided Trinity
With triumph we proclaim:
The universe is full of thee,
And speaks thy glorious name.
Thee, holy Father we confess;
Thee, holy Son adore;
Thee, Spirit of true holiness
We worship evermore.
Thine incommunicable right,
Almighty God, receive,
Which angel-choirs and saints in light
And saints embodied give.
Three Persons equally divine
We magnify and love;
And both the choirs ere long shall join
To sing thy praise above.
Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord
(Our heavenly song shall be),
Supreme, essential One adored
In coeternal Three!
A CHARGE TO KEEP I HAVE
A
CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;
To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill:
Oh, may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will!
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Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give!
Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;
Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall forever die.
AND HAVE I MEASURED HALF MY DAYS
A
ND have I measured half my days,
And half my journey run,
Nor tasted the Redeemer's grace,
Nor yet my work begun?
The morning of my life is past,
The noon is almost o'er;
The night of death approaches fast,
When I can work no more.
Oh, what a length of wretched years
Have I lived out in vain!
How fruitless all my toils and tears!
I am not born again.
Evil and sad my days have been,
And all a painful void,
For still I am not saved from sin,
For still I know not God.
Darkness he makes his secret place,
Thick clouds surround his throne;
Nor can I yet behold his face,
Or find the God unknown.
A God that hides himself he is,
Far off from mortal sight,
An inaccessible abyss
Of uncreated light.
Far off he is, yet always near;
He fills both earth and heaven;
But doth not to my soul appear
My soul from Eden driven.
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O'er earth a banished man I rove,
But cannot feel him nigh:
Where is the pardoning God of Love,
Who stooped for me to die?
I sought him in the secret cell,
With unavailing care:
Long did I in the desert dwell,
Nor could I find him there.
Still every means in vain I try;
I seek him far and near:
Where'er I come, constrained to cry,
“My Savior is not here. ”
God is in this, in every place;
Yet oh, how dark and void
To me! 'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.
Empty of Him who all things fills,
Till he his light impart,
Till he his glorious Self reveals,
The veil is on my heart.
O thou who seest and know'st my grief,
Thyself unseen, unknown,
Pity my helpless unbelief,
And take away the stone!
Regard me with a gracious eye;
The long-sought blessing give;
And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face and live.
A darker soul did never yet
Thy promised help implore:
Oh, that I now my Lord might meet,
And never lose him more!
Now, Jesus, now the Father's love
Shed in my heart abroad;
The middle wall of sin remove,
And let me in to God!
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JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL
Jes
ESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee.
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
Wilt thou not regard my call ?
Wilt thou not accept my prayer ?
Lo, I sink, I faint, I fall!
Lo, on thee I cast my care.
Reach me out thy gracious hand!
While I of thy strength receive:
Hoping against hope I stand;
Dying, and behold I live!
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness:
False and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art:
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
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JESU, MY STRENGTH, MY HOPE
Jesu,
ESU, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
I rest upon thy word:
The promise is for me;
My succor and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from thee.
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.
I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain
The consecrated Cross.
I want a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the Tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard
And watching unto prayer.
I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease;
Never to murmur at thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less:
This blessing above all,
Always to pray, I want;
Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.
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I want a true regard,
A single steady aim
(Unmoved by threatening or reward),
To thee and thy great name;
A jealous, just concern
For thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify thy grace.
I want with all my heart
Thy pleasure to fulfill,
To know myself, and what thou art,
And what thy perfect will.
I want, I know not what;
I want my wants to see;
I want — alas, what want I not,
When thou art not in me!
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THOMAS WHARTON
(1859-1896)
BY OWEN WISTER
A
s one looks back upon the life of Thomas Wharton, the good
name of those from whom he sprung, the distinction which
after many years of promise he had begun to win for him-
self, it grows clearer than ever that a talent of a rare kind, with
rare advantages of inheritance, is lost to American letters; a talent of
charm, of grace, of winning fancy, that in these literal, half-ugly days
can ill be spared. With many honorable generations in his blood,
Thomas Wharton came by right to pluck, subtlety, humor, and brill-
iant powers of acquisition. Among Philadelphia lawyers, the names
of both his father and grandfather remain traditional for scholarship.
One other birthright — namely, length of days— might have been his;
and persuaded that it was to be, he labored steadily, cheerfully, and
in no haste; believing that success would come to him all the more
ripe and sure for his patience. But even middle age was denied him.
Born August ist, 1859, he died April 6th, 1896, full of plans and work,
letters from theatre managers and composers in his desk, books and
plays in his mind beyond what was signed for by actual contract at
the moment; a man of thirty-seven but at heart forever a boy, with
his eyes beholding the first visions of worldly reward.
Three periods he knew: a beginning full of hope, a middle full of
struggle undaunted and courageous disappointment, and a brief end
when the rays of true recognition began to shine upon him.
Before he was fifteen, he brought home from his first year at
Hellmuth College, near London, Ont. , five prizes; and to crown these,
the medal given that year by the Governor-General for the highest
average marks.
In those days he also scribbled copiously, verse and
prose, but verse the more; and his art with words was already light
and happy far beyond the common. He first appeared in print then,
with an ode of Horace put into English verse; and at twenty-one he
was in the Atlantic Monthly with more verses, entitled Archæology. '
By inheritance a scholar, but himself robust in fibre, fond of swim-
ming, and of cricket, and of life, he did not sustain his prize-winning
eminence at the University of Pennsylvania. There he was graduated
in 1879; with no array of honors, but like his father, knowing and
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loving well the things that he knew. From all the shelves Attic,
Augustan, Romance, Renaissance, through Shakespeare, Molière, and
Heine, to Mark Twain - he pulled the books down and rejoiced in
them. His knowledge of what man has written mellowed his judg-
ment, seasoned his imagination, and preserved him from those errors
of taste and theory that waylay so many genuine but half-educated
talents in our country.
The law was Thomas Wharton's hereditary, logical, but inappro-
priate choice of career. After a few years his talent revolted, the
inevitable crushed the conventional, and he became out-and-out
writer. In 1888 he went upon the editorial staff of the Philadelphia
Times, and was Sunday editor when he died. Dangerous for the
clever ignorant, it was beneficent for him, this swift journalism, -
compelling the scholar to be himself, to take up his scholarship and
walk. Until now, neither his matter nor his manner had been quite
his own. To look at his articles and stories in Lippincott's Magazine
and in Puck, and especially his clever novels, A Latter-Day Saint'
and Hannibal of New York,' is to see a genuine gift often mis-
directed. From the novels turn to Bobbo,' and in, a flash the true
final Wharton stands revealed. This is what the gods made him for:
weaver of fancies, rainbow-colored whims, dreams away from the
jangle of life, through which life's pathos and humor and tenderness
should delicately play. Had the word gem with us Americans not
been thumbed out of all critical meaning, Bobbo) should be called a
gem. Its light completely radiates from a form complete.
Wharton attained this through newspaper work, and side work of
verses and fantastic texts for operas. The newspaper made him
master of his scholarship instead of being mastered by it, and set
free his fancy. From Charlemagne's paladins, from the teocalli of
Montezuma, from Paris streets as Villon knew them, he brought
fancies, and more fancies, verse and prose ever finer tempered,- the
spontaneity shining even brighter through the chiseled language. It
is wholesome knowledge that he was a civilized college-bred Ameri-
can, dwelling quiet at home; that cultivation made valuable his gift;
that he did not believe rawness to be symptom of originality. Cer-
tainly, for our pleasure and his rare example, we can ill spare him.
So many of us seem born mere observers, with all the note-making
apparatus — but no wings!
Ourn Wister.
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BOBBO
I
-
From (Bobbo and Other Fancies. Copyright 1897, by Harper & Brothers
WAS Ash-Wednesday morning; and thanks to the carnival the
night before, the labors of Monsieur Anatole Doblay, most
respected of the magistrates of Paris, seemed likely to be
severe. True, the prospect did not weigh upon the mind of
the worthy magistrate, who customarily busied himself only
with his duty, and accepted that duty in whatever form it was
arrested and brought before him, so to speak, by the gen-
darmes. But the thought of a long and harassing session was
anything but refreshing to another functionary of the court, — the
clerk, Paul Patureau. Half asleep and nodding was Monsieur
Paul as he sat and waited for the hour of opening court; his
head ached, and the riotous melodies of the carnival still rang in
his ears.
He had been out very late himself, -oh, very late! -
and this morning his dearly despised official duties seemed, like
the vast court-room, more forbidding and gloomy than ever.
Now, when a young man finds his office gloomy in the morn-
ing and his clerical duties irksome, that generally means that he
has a soul above routine; and dissipation the night before only
aggravates his unrest. And as a matter of fact, Paul Patureau
deemed that in being made a clerk, he had arrived at the wrong
address: like most other young Frenchmen, he thought he had
been directed "À la Gloire. ” And he wished to be, instead of a
«»
clerk in the Correctional Court, a poet, a dramatist, and most
particularly a writer of librettos,— librettos that should make all
Paris laugh and sing and dance; that should go round the world,
like the Grande Duchesse' or the Fille de Madame Angot';
that should bring him fame and money, and the friendship of the
Muse,- and it need not be said that as yet he had not achieved
his chef-d'œuvre. Alas, the dramatic ambition, if it is only to
write a play around a tank, is the most torturing of all ambi-
tions; for while there are theatres and actors the appetite can
never be controlled. As it feeds, it grows and grows; it begins
in the gallery and descends by degrees to the orchestra stall;
sometimes it may even conquer the green-room and the coulisse:
but thus to feed unsatisfied is the bitterest vanity if the ideas
will not arrive. And that was the difficulty with Paul Patureau.
Ideas cut him dead.
Except when he was asleep. For when he was asleep and
dreaming, the most striking plots revealed themselves to him,
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whole dramas performed themselves before him as author and
sole spectator; only, when he awoke he could not remember a
single situation. It was a new demonstration of Fate's unfailing
and subtle irony that poor Paul Patureau should nightly renew
the bitterness of his own conviction that he deserved success,
and daily exasperate himself against his own unlucky memory as
being to blame for his inability to command it. Yes, when he
slept he saw all kinds of plays, with characters and motives,
plots and stories, drawn from every age and clime: heroes more
romantic than Ruy Blas, more comic than Figaro; theatrical sur-
prises more thrilling than the horn in Hernani,' more clever
than the scented glove in ‘Diplomacy': and as for stage pictures,
he had but to close his eyes and they crowded on his sight,
magnificent in their complex accuracy and perfection. Yet what
good did they do to him ? None at all. Now, at this very mo-
ment, should he yield to his overwhelming desire to doze off,
forgetful of the criminals and the gendarmes and the stuffy, evil-
smelling crowd of spectators, he would probably witness one of
these very productions, to be performed only once and then to
be lost forever — which would leave him no better off. Still, if
he remained awake the criminals and the gendarmes and the
spectators would suggest nothing to him, and he would in addi-
tion be bored, so that there was some reason for going to sleep.
“Indeed, I wish I could go to sleep,” he said to himself; and
he folded his arms and closed his eyes. Almost every Frenchman
looks as if he had artistic possibilities; and with his pale cheeks
- the result of the carnival — and thin, delicate, closed eyelids,
the young clerk was by no means a bad type of a poet and a
dreamer. "A pretty figure I must be,” he said drowsily to
himself, “to assist at the administration of justice to unfortunate
carnival-makers who have been less cautious than myself! ” And
he began to wonder how he could best secure the magistrate's
clemency for some of those very unfortunates in whom he was
particularly interested. Among the prisoners waiting their turn
to appear before Monsieur Doblay were certain masqueraders,
who, it was said among the ushers, were well-known actors; they
had been quarreling among themselves at a restaurant after
the ball, and their quarrel had grown so violent that the whole
party had been taken into custody. It may be guessed with
what sympathy Monsieur Paul viewed their incarceration. If he
could have passed upon their offense, their detention would have
been very quickly at an end.
a
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All of a sudden there broke out from the adjoining room,
where the prisoneșs were in custody, a snatch of a chorus:
"And every time the princess sighs,
Her tearful subjects wipe their eyes. ”
>>
Paul started up, instinctively crying out Silence! ) and he
heard the officers calling for order; but a few voices still con-
tinued:
They sorrow most because her griefs
Entail such waste of handkerchiefs. ”
(C
"Outrageous! What do they mean by such a disturbance ? »
said a stern voice behind him; and Paul turned with an almost
guilty realization of the dignity of the court and of Monsieur
Doblay. To tell the truth, he had just lost his own conscious-
ness of official dignity in the perception that the words of the
chorus were new to him, and that discovery never fails to set
the nerve cells of the amateur tingling.
He explained the situation to Monsieur Doblay.
“Actors, indeed! They take great liberties. ”
« They are a most picturesque collection,” said Paul, longing
to find a good word to throw in on their behalf. « There is a
Punchinello, a Harlequin, a Pierrot, a Pantaloon, a Domino Noir,
a Pierrette - »
«The classics, eh? ” growled Monsieur Doblay. “They wish
to turn my court-room into a scene from Racine ? »
"Monsieur,” cried Paul, suddenly illumed, "I have it! They
must be singing from the new operetta at the Folles-Farces: it
is the one operetta I have not heard; but only because I had
not time: and perhaps this is the cast. ”
« Have them in at once,” said Monsieur Doblay, replying, it
almost seemed, to Paul's unspoken wish. « Have them in, and
we will see how they excuse themselves for their follies. ”
"Ah, monsieur, wait till you see the Pierrette,” said Paul.
"She is a nymph - a true nymph! Oh, she is wonderful!
It is always these old 'friends of ours who are getting into
trouble, thought Paul, as the masqueraders were ushered into the
court-room, disheveled, haggard, absurdly out of keeping with
the daylight in their carnival paint. The Pierrot and the Pun-
chinello led, followed by all the other familiar figures,- a Panta-
loon, a Harlequin, a Columbine (wrapped in a long fur cloak), a
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Domino Noir, and two young men in dress-coats and false
noses: their costumes gave them all that droll, half-deprecating
look of conscious guilt which Punchinello and Pierrot wear before
the Law. And Paul, as he prepared to take down their names
with a stub-pen on stiff court paper, felt himself a figure in the
comedy which the carnival and the stage hand down unchanged,
eternal,- the comedy which shows man human, weak, but there-
fore lovable.
And here a singular incident happened. For while this red-
and-white procession was being marshaled toward the seat of
justice, to the immense delight of the habitués of the court-
room, an altercation was heard to arise next door, in the room
devoted to the prisoners. "I will not accompany the rest of the
troupe,” cried a woman's voice – a young and fresh voice. " I
am the prima donna, my good man, and I insist on my entrée! ” .
You hear her ? That is Adèle," murmured the Pierrot, as
he lounged forward, his eyes dropping with sleep. He shrugged
his sloping shoulders. It was indeed Mademoiselle Adèle, of the
Folles-Farces, as Paul all of a sudden became aware; and a hard
time the gendarme had to bring her out into the court-room,-
flushed, frowning, mutinous, long strands of her straight glossy
black hair undone, and falling over her creamy cheeks and the
white sleeves of her Pierrette dress. The tall rebellious andro-
gyn tossed back her hair, and put her hands on her supple slim
hips, and looked devastation at the magistrate; but he was not
nearly so much affected as was Monsieur Paul Patureau as he
took the names down.
He thought it more appropriate to set them out as a cast, as
follows:-
• PUNCHINELLO
PIERROT
PANTALOON -
HARLEQUIN
COLUMBINE
DOMINO NOIR
PIERRETTE
MM. TAVERNIER.
BRÉBANT.
MUELLER.
GERVAIS.
Mmes. JOLIFROY.
GAUDRION.
ADÈLE.
All of the Théâtre des Folles-Farces. In addition to these,
M. Rébus of the Matinée, and M. Obus of the claque.
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»
>>
Monsieur Doblay listened gravely to the report of the gen-
darme. A case of disorderly conduct, fracas, and defiance of the
authorities of the Café des Blafards. Blows had been struck and
furniture broken. The women of the party encouraged the par-
ticipants. The defendants Brébant and Rébus had taken no part
in the fracas, but on the appearance of the authorities had inter-
fered to protect their companions. It had consequently been
necessary to arrest the whole party.
!
(
ness
“Yes, I yield, I yield at last,
Listen to thy speaking blood;
Me, with all my sins, I cast
On my atoning God! »
Then thou learnest of him to be "lowly of heart. ” And this
is the true, genuine, Christian humility, which flows from a sense
of the love of God, reconciled to us in Christ Jesus. Poverty of
spirit, in this meaning of the word, begins where a sense of guilt
and of the wrath of God ends; and is a continual sense of our
total dependence on him for every good thought, or word, or
work,- of our utter inability to all good, unless he water us
every moment, and an abhorrence of the praise of men, know-
ing that all praise is due unto God only. With this is joined a
loving shame, a tender humiliation before God, even for the sins
which we know he hath forgiven us, and for the sin which still
remaineth in our hearts, although we know it is not imputed to
our condemnation. Nevertheless, the conviction we feel of inbred
sin is deeper and deeper every day. The more
we grow in
grace, the more do we see of the desperate wickedness of our
heart. The more we advance in the knowledge and love of God
through our Lord Jesus Christ (as great a mystery as this may
appear to those who know not the power of God unto salvation),
the more do we discern of our alienation from God,- of the
enmity that is in our carnal mind, and the necessity of our being
entirely renewed in righteousness and true holiness.
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THE LOVE THAT HOPETH AND ENDURETH ALL THINGS
From the (Second Discourse upon the Sermon on the Mount)
ND when it can no longer believe, then love “hopeth all
A » ?
the relation is not true, that the thing related was never
done. Is it certain it was? — "But perhaps it was not done
with such circumstances as are related; so that allowing the fact,
there is room to hope it was not so ill as it is represented. '
Was the action apparently, undeniably evil? Love hopes the in-
tention was not so. Is it clear the design was evil too ? — “Yet
might it not spring, not from the settled temper of the heart,
but from a start of passion, or from some vehement temptation,
which hurried the man beyond himself? ” And even when it
cannot be doubted but all the actions, designs, and tempers are
equally evil, still love hopes that God will at last make bare his
arm and get himself the victory; and that there shall be "joy in
heaven over [this] one sinner that repenteth, more than over
ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance. ”
Lastly: It "endureth all things. ” This completes the character
of him that is truly merciful. He endureth not some, not many
things only, not most, but absolutely all things. Whatever the
injustice, the malice, the cruelty of men can inflict, he is able to
suffer. He calls nothing intolerable; he never says of anything,
“This is not to be borne. ” No: he can not only do but suffer
all things through Christ which strengtheneth him. And all he
suffers does not destroy his love, nor impair it in the least. It
is proof against all. It is a flame that burns even in the midst
of the great deep. “Many waters cannot quench” his love,
neither can the floods drown it. ” It triumphs over all. It
“never faileth, either in time or in eternity.
(
« Thus in obedience to what Heaven decrees,
Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease;
But lasting charity's more ample sway —
Nor bound by time, nor subject to decay –
In happy triumph shall forever live,
And endless good diffuse, and endless praise receive. "
So shall “the merciful obtain mercy”: not only by the bless-
ing of God upon all their ways, by his now repaying the love
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they bear to their brethren a thousandfold into their own
bosom; but likewise by “an exceeding and eternal weight of
glory,” in the "kingdom prepared for them from the beginning
of the world. ”
A CATHOLIC SPIRIT
From a Discourse entitled “Catholic Spirit)
, , that is not
F*speculative"latitudinarianism. It is not an indiference to all
(
>
opinions: this is the spawn of hell, not the offspring of
heaven. This unsettledness of thought, this being driven to
and fro, and tossed about with every wind of doctrine,” is a great
curse, not a blessing; an irreconcilable enemy, not a friend, to
true catholicism. A man of a truly catholic spirit has not now
his religion to seek, He is fixed as the sun in his judgment
concerning the main branches of Christian doctrine.
It is true,
he is always ready to hear and weigh whatsoever can be offered
against his principles; but as this does not show any wavering
in his own mind, so neither does it occasion any. He does not
halt between two opinions, nor vainly endeavor to blend them
into one.
Observe this, you who know not what spirit ye are
of: who call yourselves men of a catholic spirit, only because you
are of a muddy understanding; because your mind is all in a
mist; because you have no settled, consistent principles, but are
for jumbling all opinions together. Be convinced that you have
quite missed your way; you know not where you are. You think
you are got into the very spirit of Christ, when in truth you
are nearer the spirit of Antichrist. Go first and learn the first
elements of the gospel of Christ, and then shall you learn to be
of a truly catholic spirit.
From what has been said, we may learn, secondly, that a
catholic spirit is not any kind of practical latitudinarianism. It
is not indifference as to public worship, or as to the outward
manner of performing it. This likewise would not be a blessing
but a curse. Far from being a help thereto, it would, so long as
it remained, be an unspeakable hindrance to the worshiping of
God in spirit and in truth. But the man of a truly catholic
spirit, having weighed all things in the balance of the sanctuary,
has no doubt, no scruple at all, concerning that particular mode
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of worship wherein he joins. He is clearly convinced that this
manner of worshiping God is both Scriptural and rational. He
knows none in the world which is more Scriptural, none which
is more rational. Therefore, without rambling hither and thither
he cleaves close thereto, and praises God for the opportunity of
so doing.
Hence we may, thirdly, learn that a catholic spirit is not in-
difference to all congregations. This is another sort of latitudi-
narianism, not less absurd and unscriptural than the former. But
it is far from a man of a truly catholic spirit. He is fixed in
his congregation as well as his principles. He is united to one,
not only in spirit, but by all the outward ties of Christian fellow-
ship. There he partakes of all the ordinances of God. There
he receives the supper of the Lord. There he pours out his soul
in public prayer, and joins in public praise and thanksgiving.
There he rejoices to hear the word of reconciliation, the gospel
of the grace of God. With these his nearest, his best beloved
brethren, on solemn occasions, he seeks God by fasting. These
particularly he watches over in love, as they do over his soul;
admonishing, exhorting, comforting, reproving, and every way
building up each other in the faith. These he regards as his
own household; and therefore, according to the ability God has
given him, naturally cares for them, and provides that they may
have all the things that are needful for life and godliness.
But while he is steadily fixed in his religious principles, in
what he believes to be the truth as it is in Jesus; while he firmly
adheres to that worship of God which he judges to be most
acceptable in his sight; and while he is united by the tenderest
and closest ties to one particular congregation, - his heart is
enlarged towards all mankind, those he knows and those he does
not; he embraces with strong and cordial affection neighbors
and strangers, friends and enemies. This is catholic, or univer-
sal love. And he that has this is of a catholic spirit. For love
alone gives the title to this character: catholic love is a catholic
spirit.
If then we take this word in the strictest sense, a man of a
catholic spirit is one who, in the manner above mentioned, gives
his hand to all whose hearts are right with his heart: one who
knows how to value, and praise God for, all the advantages he
enjoys, with regard to the knowledge of the things of God, the
true Scriptural manner of worshiping him, and above all, his
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union with a congregation fearing God and working righteous-
ness: one who, retaining these blessings with the strictest care,
keeping them as the appie of his eye, at the same time loves —
as friends, as brethren in the Lord, as members of Christ and
children of God, as joint partakers now of the present kingdom
of God, and fellow-heirs of his eternal kingdom - all of whatever
opinion, or worship, or congregation, who believe in the Lord
Jesus Christ; who love God and man; who, rejoicing to please
and fearing to offend God, are careful to abstain from evil, and
zealous of good works. He is the man of a truly catholic spirit,
who bears all these continually upon his heart; who, having an
unspeakable tenderness for their persons, and longing for their
welfare, does not cease to commend them to God in prayer as
well as to plead their cause before men; who speaks comfortably
to them, and labors by all his words to strengthen their hands in
God. He assists them to the uttermost of his power in all things,
spiritual and temporal. He is ready to spend and be spent for
them”; yea, to lay down his life for their sake.
Thou, O man of God, think on these things! If thou art
already in this way, go on. If thou hast heretofore mistook the
path, bless God who hath brought thee back! And now run the
race which is set before thee, in the royal way of universal love.
Take heed, lest thou be either wavering in thy judgment, or
straitened in thy bowels; but keep an even pace, rooted in the
faith once delivered to the saints, and grounded in love, in true
catholic love, till thou art swallowed up in love for ever and
ever!
THE LAST JUDGMENT
From a Discourse on (The Great Assize)
Surday presenta before the cora
UFFER me to add a few words to all of you who are at this
Lord. Should not you bear it in
your minds all the day long, that a more awful day is
coming? A large assembly this! But what is it to that which
every eye will then behold, the general assembly of all the
children of men that ever lived on the face of the whole earth!
A few will stand at the judgment seat this day, to be judged
touching what shall be laid to their charge; and they are now
reserved in prison, perhaps in chains, till they are brought forth
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we
are
.
your face.
to be tried and sentenced. But we shall all — I that speak, and
you that hear – “stand at the judgment seat of Christ. ” And
now reserved on this earth, which is not our home, in
this prison of flesh and blood, perhaps many of us in chains of
darkness too, till we are ordered to be brought forth. Here a
,
man is questioned concerning one or two acts which he is sup-
posed to have committed: there we are to give an account of
all our works, from the cradle to the grave; of all our words; of
all our desires and tempers, all the thoughts and intents of our
hearts; of all the use we have made of our various talents,
whether of mind, body, or fortune, till God said, “Give an ac-
,
count of thy stewardship, for thou mayest be no longer steward. ”
In this court, it is possible, some who are guilty may escape
for want of evidence; but there is no want of evidence in that
court. All men with whom you had the most secret intercourse,
who were privy to all your designs and actions, are ready before
So are all the spirits of darkness who inspired evil
designs and assisted in the execution of them. So are all the
angels of God, those eyes of the Lord that run to and fro over
all the earth; who watched over your soul, and labored for your
good, so far as you would permit. So is your own conscience, a
thousand witnesses in one; now no more capable of being either
blinded or silenced, but constrained to know and to speak the
naked truth touching all your thoughts, and words, and actions.
And is conscience as a thousand witnesses ? — yea; but God is as
a thousand consciences! Oh, who can stand before the face of
the great God, even our Saviour Jesus Christ!
See! see! He cometh! He maketh the clouds his chariot!
He rideth upon the wings of the wind! A devouring fire goeth
before him and after him, a flame burneth! See! He sitteth
upon his throne, clothed with light as with a garment, arrayed
with majesty and honor! Behold, his eyes are as a flame of fire,
his voice as the sound of many waters!
How will ye escape? Will ye call to the mountains to fall on
you, the rocks to cover you ? Alas, the mountains themselves,
the rocks, the earth, the heavens, are just ready to flee away!
Can ye prevent the sentence ? Wherewith ? With all the sub-
stance of thy house, with thousands of gold and silver ? Blind
wretch! Thou camest naked from thy mother's womb, and more
naked into eternity. Hear the Lord, the Judge!
« Come, ye
blessed of my Father! inherit the kingdom prepared for you from
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»
the foundation of the world. ” Joyful sound! How widely dif-
ferent from that voice which echoes through the expanse of
heaven, “Depart, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the
Devil and his angels! ” And who is he that can prevent or retard
the full execution of either sentence ? Vain hope! Lo, hell is
moved from beneath to receive those who are ripe for destruc-
tion! And the everlasting doors lift up their heads, that the
heirs of glory may come in !
“What manner of persons then ought we to be, in all holy
conversation and godliness? We know it cannot be long before
the Lord will descend with the voice of the archangel, and the
trumpet of God; when every one of us shall appear before him,
and give account of his own works. “Wherefore, beloved, seeing
ye look for these things," seeing ye know he will come, and will
not tarry, “be diligent, that ye may be found of him in peace,
without spot and blameless. ” Why should ye not? Why should
one of you be found on the left hand, at his appearing? He
willeth not that any should perish, but that all should come to
repentance; by repentance, to faith in a bleeding Lord; by faith,
to spotless love, to the full image of God renewed in the heart,
and producing all holiness of conversation. Can you doubt of
this, when you remember the Judge of all is likewise the Savior
of all ? Hath he not bought you with his own blood, that ye
might not perish, but have everlasting life? Oh, make proof of
his mercy rather than his justice; of his love rather than the
thunder of his power! He is not far from every one of us; and
he is now come not to 'condemn, but to save, the world. He
standeth in the midst ! Sinner, doth he not now, even now,
knock at the door of thy heart ? Oh that thou mayest know, at
least in this thy day, the things that belong unto thy peace! Oh
that ye may now give yourselves to Him who gave himself for
you, in humble faith, in holy, active, patient love! So shall ye
rejoice with exceeding joy in his day, when he cometh in the
clouds of heaven!
All the foregoing selections are from John Wesley's works.
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THOU HIDDEN LOVE OF GOD, WHOSE HEIGHT
THOU
HOU hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows!
I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest till it finds rest in thee.
Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with thee my heart to share ?
Ah, tear it thence, and reign alone,
The Lord of every motion there!
Then shall my heart from earth be free,
When it hath found repose in thee.
O hide this self from me, that I
No more, but Christ in me, may live;
My vile affections crucify,
Nor let one darling lust survive!
In all things nothing may I see,
Nothing desire or seek, but thee.
O Love, thy sovereign aid impart,
To save me from low-thoughted care;
Chase this self-will through all my heart,
Through all its latent mazes there;
Make me thy duteous child, that I
Ceaseless may, “Abba, Father,” cry.
Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
"I am thy Love, thy God, thy All! ”
To feel thy power, to hear thy voice,
To taste thy love, be all my choice.
Translation of John Wesley, from the German of Gerhard Tersteegen.
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[All the following Hymns are by Charles Wesley. ]
FATHER, I STRETCH MY HANDS TO THEE
F**
ATHER, I stretch my hands to thee;
No other help I know:
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?
What did thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!
O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
And all my wants thou wouldst relieve,
In this accepted hour.
Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
O let me now receive that gift:
My soul without it dies.
Surely thou canst not let me die:
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.
How would my fainting soul rejoice
Could I but see thy face!
Now let me hear thy quickening voice,
And taste thy pardoning grace.
LIGHT OF LIFE, SERAPHIC FIRE
Lo Love divine, thyself impart:
IGHT of
:
Every fainting soul inspire,
Shine in every drooping heart;
Every mournful sinner cheer,
Scatter all our guilty gloom;
Son of God, appear, appear!
To thy human temples come!
Come in this accepted hour;
Bring thy heavenly kingdom in;
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Fill us with thy glorious power,
Rooting out the seeds of sin:
Nothing inore can we require,
We will covet nothing less;
Be thou all our heart's desire,
All our joy, and all our peace!
LOVE DIVINE, ALL LOVE EXCELLING
Love
ove divine, all love excelling,
Joy of heaven, to earth come down!
Fix in us thy humble dwelling;
All thy faithful mercies crown.
Jesus, thou art all compassion,
Pure, unbounded love thou art:
Visit us with thy salvation;
Enter every trembling heart.
Breathe, o breathe thy loving Spirit
Into every troubled breast!
Let us all in thee inherit,
Let us find that second rest.
Take away our bent to sinning;
Alpha and Omega be:
End of faith, as its beginning,
Set our hearts at liberty.
Come, Almighty to deliver,
Let us all thy life receive;
Suddenly return, and never,
Never more thy temples leave.
Thee we would be always blessing,
Serve thee as thy hosts above,
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing,
Glory in thy perfect love.
Finish then thy new creation;
Pure and spotless let us be;
Let us see thy, great salvation,
Perfectly restored in thee:
Changed from glory into glory,
Till in heaven we take our place;
Till we cast our crowns before thee,
Lost in wonder, love, and praise.
XXVII-989
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ETERNAL BEAM OF LIGHT DIVINE
E
TERNAL Beam of Light divine,
Fountain of unexhausted love,
In whom the Father's glories shine,
Through earth beneath and heaven above;
Jesus, the weary wanderer's rest,
Give me thy easy yoke to bear;
With steadfast patience arm my breast,
With spotless love and lowly fear.
Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Prepared and mingled by thy skill;
Though bitter to the taste it be,
Powerful the wounded soul to heal.
Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh!
So shall each murmuring thought be gone,
And grief, and fear, and care shall fly,
As clouds before the midday sun.
(
(
Speak to my warring passions, Peace”;
Say to my trembling heart, “Be still ”;
Thy power my strength and fortress is,
For all things serve thy sovereign will.
O Death! where is thy sting? Where now
Thy boasted victory, O Grave ?
Who shall contend with God ? or who
Can hurt whom God delights to save ?
GENTLE JESUS, MEEK AND MILD
ENTLE Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to Thee.
G
Fain I would to thee be brought:
Dearest God, forbid it not;
Give me, dearest God, a place
In the kingdom of thy grace.
Put thy hands upon my head,
Let me in thine arms be stayed;
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Let me lean upon thy breast,-
Lull me, lull me, Lord, to rest.
Hold me fast in thy embrace,
Let me see thy smiling face.
Give me, Lord, thy blessing give;
Pray for me, and I shall live.
I shall live the simple life,
Free from sin's uneasy strife,
Sweetly ignorant of ill,
Innocent and happy still.
Oh that I may never know
What the wicked people do!
Sin is contrary to thee.
Sin is the forbidden tree.
Keep me from the great offense,
Guard my helpless innocence;
Hide me, from all evil hide,
Self, and stubbornness, and pride.
Lamb of God, I look to thee;
Thou shalt my example be:
Thou art gentle, meek, and mild,
Thou wast once a little child.
Fain I would be as thou art:
Give me thy obedient heart.
Thou art pitiful and kind:
Let me have thy loving mind.
Meek and lowly may I be:
Thou art all humility.
Let me to my betters bow:
Subject to thy parents thou.
Let me above all fulfill
God my heavenly Father's will;
Never his good Spirit grieve,
Only to his glory live.
Thou didst live to God alone,
Thou didst never seek thine own;
Thou thy self didst never please,
God was all thy happiness.
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Loving Jesu, gentle Lamb,
In Thy gracious hands I am.
Make me, Savior, what thou art,
Live thyself within my heart.
I shall then show forth thy praise,
Serve thee all my happy days:
Then the world shall always see
Christ, the holy Child, in me.
THOU VERY PRESENT AID
TH
HOU very present aid
In suffering and distress,
The soul which still on thee is stayed
Is kept in perfect peace.
The soul by faith reclined
On his Redeemer's breast
Midst raging storms exults to find
An everlasting rest.
Sorrow and fear are gone,
Whene'er thy face appears;
It stills the sighing orphan's moan,
And dries the widow's tears.
It hallows every cross;
It sweetly comforts me;
And makes me now forget my loss,
And lose myself in thee.
Peace to the troubled heart,
Health to the sin-sick mind,
The wounded spirit's Balm thou art,
The Healer of mankind.
In deep affliction blest,
With thee I mount above,
And sing, triumphantly distrest,
Thine all-sufficient love.
Jesus, to whom I fly,
Doth all my wishes fill;
In vain the creature-streams are dry:
I have the Fountain still.
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Stript of my earthly friends,
I find them all in One;
And peace, and joy that never ends,
And heaven, in Christ alone.
HAIL! HOLY, HOLY, HOLY LORD
HAL
All! holy, holy, holy Lord,
Whom One in Three we know;
By all thy heavenly host adored,
By all thy Church below!
One undivided Trinity
With triumph we proclaim:
The universe is full of thee,
And speaks thy glorious name.
Thee, holy Father we confess;
Thee, holy Son adore;
Thee, Spirit of true holiness
We worship evermore.
Thine incommunicable right,
Almighty God, receive,
Which angel-choirs and saints in light
And saints embodied give.
Three Persons equally divine
We magnify and love;
And both the choirs ere long shall join
To sing thy praise above.
Hail! holy, holy, holy Lord
(Our heavenly song shall be),
Supreme, essential One adored
In coeternal Three!
A CHARGE TO KEEP I HAVE
A
CHARGE to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never-dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky;
To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfill:
Oh, may it all my powers engage
To do my Master's will!
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Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
And oh, thy servant, Lord, prepare
A strict account to give!
Help me to watch and pray,
And on thyself rely;
Assured, if I my trust betray,
I shall forever die.
AND HAVE I MEASURED HALF MY DAYS
A
ND have I measured half my days,
And half my journey run,
Nor tasted the Redeemer's grace,
Nor yet my work begun?
The morning of my life is past,
The noon is almost o'er;
The night of death approaches fast,
When I can work no more.
Oh, what a length of wretched years
Have I lived out in vain!
How fruitless all my toils and tears!
I am not born again.
Evil and sad my days have been,
And all a painful void,
For still I am not saved from sin,
For still I know not God.
Darkness he makes his secret place,
Thick clouds surround his throne;
Nor can I yet behold his face,
Or find the God unknown.
A God that hides himself he is,
Far off from mortal sight,
An inaccessible abyss
Of uncreated light.
Far off he is, yet always near;
He fills both earth and heaven;
But doth not to my soul appear
My soul from Eden driven.
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O'er earth a banished man I rove,
But cannot feel him nigh:
Where is the pardoning God of Love,
Who stooped for me to die?
I sought him in the secret cell,
With unavailing care:
Long did I in the desert dwell,
Nor could I find him there.
Still every means in vain I try;
I seek him far and near:
Where'er I come, constrained to cry,
“My Savior is not here. ”
God is in this, in every place;
Yet oh, how dark and void
To me! 'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.
Empty of Him who all things fills,
Till he his light impart,
Till he his glorious Self reveals,
The veil is on my heart.
O thou who seest and know'st my grief,
Thyself unseen, unknown,
Pity my helpless unbelief,
And take away the stone!
Regard me with a gracious eye;
The long-sought blessing give;
And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face and live.
A darker soul did never yet
Thy promised help implore:
Oh, that I now my Lord might meet,
And never lose him more!
Now, Jesus, now the Father's love
Shed in my heart abroad;
The middle wall of sin remove,
And let me in to God!
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JESUS, LOVER OF MY SOUL
Jes
ESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee.
Leave, ah, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me.
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
Wilt thou not regard my call ?
Wilt thou not accept my prayer ?
Lo, I sink, I faint, I fall!
Lo, on thee I cast my care.
Reach me out thy gracious hand!
While I of thy strength receive:
Hoping against hope I stand;
Dying, and behold I live!
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness:
False and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art:
Freely let me take of thee;
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
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JESU, MY STRENGTH, MY HOPE
Jesu,
ESU, my strength, my hope,
On thee I cast my care,
With humble confidence look up,
And know thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on thee to wait,
Till I can all things do;
On thee, almighty to create,
Almighty to renew.
I rest upon thy word:
The promise is for me;
My succor and salvation, Lord,
Shall surely come from thee.
But let me still abide,
Nor from my hope remove,
Till thou my patient spirit guide
Into thy perfect love.
I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will,
That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill;
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss;
Bold to take up, firm to sustain
The consecrated Cross.
I want a godly fear,
A quick discerning eye,
That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the Tempter fly;
A spirit still prepared,
And armed with jealous care,
Forever standing on its guard
And watching unto prayer.
I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease;
Never to murmur at thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less:
This blessing above all,
Always to pray, I want;
Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.
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I want a true regard,
A single steady aim
(Unmoved by threatening or reward),
To thee and thy great name;
A jealous, just concern
For thine immortal praise;
A pure desire that all may learn
And glorify thy grace.
I want with all my heart
Thy pleasure to fulfill,
To know myself, and what thou art,
And what thy perfect will.
I want, I know not what;
I want my wants to see;
I want — alas, what want I not,
When thou art not in me!
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(1859-1896)
BY OWEN WISTER
A
s one looks back upon the life of Thomas Wharton, the good
name of those from whom he sprung, the distinction which
after many years of promise he had begun to win for him-
self, it grows clearer than ever that a talent of a rare kind, with
rare advantages of inheritance, is lost to American letters; a talent of
charm, of grace, of winning fancy, that in these literal, half-ugly days
can ill be spared. With many honorable generations in his blood,
Thomas Wharton came by right to pluck, subtlety, humor, and brill-
iant powers of acquisition. Among Philadelphia lawyers, the names
of both his father and grandfather remain traditional for scholarship.
One other birthright — namely, length of days— might have been his;
and persuaded that it was to be, he labored steadily, cheerfully, and
in no haste; believing that success would come to him all the more
ripe and sure for his patience. But even middle age was denied him.
Born August ist, 1859, he died April 6th, 1896, full of plans and work,
letters from theatre managers and composers in his desk, books and
plays in his mind beyond what was signed for by actual contract at
the moment; a man of thirty-seven but at heart forever a boy, with
his eyes beholding the first visions of worldly reward.
Three periods he knew: a beginning full of hope, a middle full of
struggle undaunted and courageous disappointment, and a brief end
when the rays of true recognition began to shine upon him.
Before he was fifteen, he brought home from his first year at
Hellmuth College, near London, Ont. , five prizes; and to crown these,
the medal given that year by the Governor-General for the highest
average marks.
In those days he also scribbled copiously, verse and
prose, but verse the more; and his art with words was already light
and happy far beyond the common. He first appeared in print then,
with an ode of Horace put into English verse; and at twenty-one he
was in the Atlantic Monthly with more verses, entitled Archæology. '
By inheritance a scholar, but himself robust in fibre, fond of swim-
ming, and of cricket, and of life, he did not sustain his prize-winning
eminence at the University of Pennsylvania. There he was graduated
in 1879; with no array of honors, but like his father, knowing and
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loving well the things that he knew. From all the shelves Attic,
Augustan, Romance, Renaissance, through Shakespeare, Molière, and
Heine, to Mark Twain - he pulled the books down and rejoiced in
them. His knowledge of what man has written mellowed his judg-
ment, seasoned his imagination, and preserved him from those errors
of taste and theory that waylay so many genuine but half-educated
talents in our country.
The law was Thomas Wharton's hereditary, logical, but inappro-
priate choice of career. After a few years his talent revolted, the
inevitable crushed the conventional, and he became out-and-out
writer. In 1888 he went upon the editorial staff of the Philadelphia
Times, and was Sunday editor when he died. Dangerous for the
clever ignorant, it was beneficent for him, this swift journalism, -
compelling the scholar to be himself, to take up his scholarship and
walk. Until now, neither his matter nor his manner had been quite
his own. To look at his articles and stories in Lippincott's Magazine
and in Puck, and especially his clever novels, A Latter-Day Saint'
and Hannibal of New York,' is to see a genuine gift often mis-
directed. From the novels turn to Bobbo,' and in, a flash the true
final Wharton stands revealed. This is what the gods made him for:
weaver of fancies, rainbow-colored whims, dreams away from the
jangle of life, through which life's pathos and humor and tenderness
should delicately play. Had the word gem with us Americans not
been thumbed out of all critical meaning, Bobbo) should be called a
gem. Its light completely radiates from a form complete.
Wharton attained this through newspaper work, and side work of
verses and fantastic texts for operas. The newspaper made him
master of his scholarship instead of being mastered by it, and set
free his fancy. From Charlemagne's paladins, from the teocalli of
Montezuma, from Paris streets as Villon knew them, he brought
fancies, and more fancies, verse and prose ever finer tempered,- the
spontaneity shining even brighter through the chiseled language. It
is wholesome knowledge that he was a civilized college-bred Ameri-
can, dwelling quiet at home; that cultivation made valuable his gift;
that he did not believe rawness to be symptom of originality. Cer-
tainly, for our pleasure and his rare example, we can ill spare him.
So many of us seem born mere observers, with all the note-making
apparatus — but no wings!
Ourn Wister.
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I
-
From (Bobbo and Other Fancies. Copyright 1897, by Harper & Brothers
WAS Ash-Wednesday morning; and thanks to the carnival the
night before, the labors of Monsieur Anatole Doblay, most
respected of the magistrates of Paris, seemed likely to be
severe. True, the prospect did not weigh upon the mind of
the worthy magistrate, who customarily busied himself only
with his duty, and accepted that duty in whatever form it was
arrested and brought before him, so to speak, by the gen-
darmes. But the thought of a long and harassing session was
anything but refreshing to another functionary of the court, — the
clerk, Paul Patureau. Half asleep and nodding was Monsieur
Paul as he sat and waited for the hour of opening court; his
head ached, and the riotous melodies of the carnival still rang in
his ears.
He had been out very late himself, -oh, very late! -
and this morning his dearly despised official duties seemed, like
the vast court-room, more forbidding and gloomy than ever.
Now, when a young man finds his office gloomy in the morn-
ing and his clerical duties irksome, that generally means that he
has a soul above routine; and dissipation the night before only
aggravates his unrest. And as a matter of fact, Paul Patureau
deemed that in being made a clerk, he had arrived at the wrong
address: like most other young Frenchmen, he thought he had
been directed "À la Gloire. ” And he wished to be, instead of a
«»
clerk in the Correctional Court, a poet, a dramatist, and most
particularly a writer of librettos,— librettos that should make all
Paris laugh and sing and dance; that should go round the world,
like the Grande Duchesse' or the Fille de Madame Angot';
that should bring him fame and money, and the friendship of the
Muse,- and it need not be said that as yet he had not achieved
his chef-d'œuvre. Alas, the dramatic ambition, if it is only to
write a play around a tank, is the most torturing of all ambi-
tions; for while there are theatres and actors the appetite can
never be controlled. As it feeds, it grows and grows; it begins
in the gallery and descends by degrees to the orchestra stall;
sometimes it may even conquer the green-room and the coulisse:
but thus to feed unsatisfied is the bitterest vanity if the ideas
will not arrive. And that was the difficulty with Paul Patureau.
Ideas cut him dead.
Except when he was asleep. For when he was asleep and
dreaming, the most striking plots revealed themselves to him,
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whole dramas performed themselves before him as author and
sole spectator; only, when he awoke he could not remember a
single situation. It was a new demonstration of Fate's unfailing
and subtle irony that poor Paul Patureau should nightly renew
the bitterness of his own conviction that he deserved success,
and daily exasperate himself against his own unlucky memory as
being to blame for his inability to command it. Yes, when he
slept he saw all kinds of plays, with characters and motives,
plots and stories, drawn from every age and clime: heroes more
romantic than Ruy Blas, more comic than Figaro; theatrical sur-
prises more thrilling than the horn in Hernani,' more clever
than the scented glove in ‘Diplomacy': and as for stage pictures,
he had but to close his eyes and they crowded on his sight,
magnificent in their complex accuracy and perfection. Yet what
good did they do to him ? None at all. Now, at this very mo-
ment, should he yield to his overwhelming desire to doze off,
forgetful of the criminals and the gendarmes and the stuffy, evil-
smelling crowd of spectators, he would probably witness one of
these very productions, to be performed only once and then to
be lost forever — which would leave him no better off. Still, if
he remained awake the criminals and the gendarmes and the
spectators would suggest nothing to him, and he would in addi-
tion be bored, so that there was some reason for going to sleep.
“Indeed, I wish I could go to sleep,” he said to himself; and
he folded his arms and closed his eyes. Almost every Frenchman
looks as if he had artistic possibilities; and with his pale cheeks
- the result of the carnival — and thin, delicate, closed eyelids,
the young clerk was by no means a bad type of a poet and a
dreamer. "A pretty figure I must be,” he said drowsily to
himself, “to assist at the administration of justice to unfortunate
carnival-makers who have been less cautious than myself! ” And
he began to wonder how he could best secure the magistrate's
clemency for some of those very unfortunates in whom he was
particularly interested. Among the prisoners waiting their turn
to appear before Monsieur Doblay were certain masqueraders,
who, it was said among the ushers, were well-known actors; they
had been quarreling among themselves at a restaurant after
the ball, and their quarrel had grown so violent that the whole
party had been taken into custody. It may be guessed with
what sympathy Monsieur Paul viewed their incarceration. If he
could have passed upon their offense, their detention would have
been very quickly at an end.
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All of a sudden there broke out from the adjoining room,
where the prisoneșs were in custody, a snatch of a chorus:
"And every time the princess sighs,
Her tearful subjects wipe their eyes. ”
>>
Paul started up, instinctively crying out Silence! ) and he
heard the officers calling for order; but a few voices still con-
tinued:
They sorrow most because her griefs
Entail such waste of handkerchiefs. ”
(C
"Outrageous! What do they mean by such a disturbance ? »
said a stern voice behind him; and Paul turned with an almost
guilty realization of the dignity of the court and of Monsieur
Doblay. To tell the truth, he had just lost his own conscious-
ness of official dignity in the perception that the words of the
chorus were new to him, and that discovery never fails to set
the nerve cells of the amateur tingling.
He explained the situation to Monsieur Doblay.
“Actors, indeed! They take great liberties. ”
« They are a most picturesque collection,” said Paul, longing
to find a good word to throw in on their behalf. « There is a
Punchinello, a Harlequin, a Pierrot, a Pantaloon, a Domino Noir,
a Pierrette - »
«The classics, eh? ” growled Monsieur Doblay. “They wish
to turn my court-room into a scene from Racine ? »
"Monsieur,” cried Paul, suddenly illumed, "I have it! They
must be singing from the new operetta at the Folles-Farces: it
is the one operetta I have not heard; but only because I had
not time: and perhaps this is the cast. ”
« Have them in at once,” said Monsieur Doblay, replying, it
almost seemed, to Paul's unspoken wish. « Have them in, and
we will see how they excuse themselves for their follies. ”
"Ah, monsieur, wait till you see the Pierrette,” said Paul.
"She is a nymph - a true nymph! Oh, she is wonderful!
It is always these old 'friends of ours who are getting into
trouble, thought Paul, as the masqueraders were ushered into the
court-room, disheveled, haggard, absurdly out of keeping with
the daylight in their carnival paint. The Pierrot and the Pun-
chinello led, followed by all the other familiar figures,- a Panta-
loon, a Harlequin, a Columbine (wrapped in a long fur cloak), a
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Domino Noir, and two young men in dress-coats and false
noses: their costumes gave them all that droll, half-deprecating
look of conscious guilt which Punchinello and Pierrot wear before
the Law. And Paul, as he prepared to take down their names
with a stub-pen on stiff court paper, felt himself a figure in the
comedy which the carnival and the stage hand down unchanged,
eternal,- the comedy which shows man human, weak, but there-
fore lovable.
And here a singular incident happened. For while this red-
and-white procession was being marshaled toward the seat of
justice, to the immense delight of the habitués of the court-
room, an altercation was heard to arise next door, in the room
devoted to the prisoners. "I will not accompany the rest of the
troupe,” cried a woman's voice – a young and fresh voice. " I
am the prima donna, my good man, and I insist on my entrée! ” .
You hear her ? That is Adèle," murmured the Pierrot, as
he lounged forward, his eyes dropping with sleep. He shrugged
his sloping shoulders. It was indeed Mademoiselle Adèle, of the
Folles-Farces, as Paul all of a sudden became aware; and a hard
time the gendarme had to bring her out into the court-room,-
flushed, frowning, mutinous, long strands of her straight glossy
black hair undone, and falling over her creamy cheeks and the
white sleeves of her Pierrette dress. The tall rebellious andro-
gyn tossed back her hair, and put her hands on her supple slim
hips, and looked devastation at the magistrate; but he was not
nearly so much affected as was Monsieur Paul Patureau as he
took the names down.
He thought it more appropriate to set them out as a cast, as
follows:-
• PUNCHINELLO
PIERROT
PANTALOON -
HARLEQUIN
COLUMBINE
DOMINO NOIR
PIERRETTE
MM. TAVERNIER.
BRÉBANT.
MUELLER.
GERVAIS.
Mmes. JOLIFROY.
GAUDRION.
ADÈLE.
All of the Théâtre des Folles-Farces. In addition to these,
M. Rébus of the Matinée, and M. Obus of the claque.
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»
>>
Monsieur Doblay listened gravely to the report of the gen-
darme. A case of disorderly conduct, fracas, and defiance of the
authorities of the Café des Blafards. Blows had been struck and
furniture broken. The women of the party encouraged the par-
ticipants. The defendants Brébant and Rébus had taken no part
in the fracas, but on the appearance of the authorities had inter-
fered to protect their companions. It had consequently been
necessary to arrest the whole party.
