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If You Don't; And Besides," Said He In An Onder Tone,
"_He_" (Nodding His Head Towards Mr. Hopewell,) "Will
Miss You Shockingly. He Frets Horridly About His Flock.
He Says, ''Mancipation And Temperance Have Superceded
The Scriptures In The States. That Formerly They Preached
Religion There, But Now They Only Preach About Niggers
And Rum.' Good Bye, Squire."
"You Do Right, Squire," Said Mr. Hopewell, "To Go. That
Which Has To Be Done, Should Be Done Soon, For We Have
Not Always The Command Of Our Time. See Your Friend, For
The Claims Of Friendship Are Sacred; And See Your Family
Tomb-Stones Also, For The Sight Of Them, Will Awaken A
Train Of Reflections In A Mind Like Yours, At Once
Melancholy And Elevating; But I Will Not Deprive You Of
The Pleasure You Will Derive From First Impressions, By
Stripping Them Of Their Novelty. You Will Be Pleased With
The Scotch; They Are A Frugal, Industrious, Moral And
Intellectual People. I Should Like To See Their Agriculture,
I Am Told It Is By Far The Best In Europe.
"But, Squire, I Shall Hope To See You Soon, For I Sometimes
Think Duty Calls Me Home Again. Although My Little Flock
Has Chosen Other Shepherds And Quitted My Fold, Some Of
Them May Have Seen Their Error, And Wish To Return. And
Ought I Not To Be There To Receive Them? It Is True, I
Am No Longer A Labourer In The Vineyard, But My Heart Is
There. I Should Like To Walk Round And Round The Wall
That Encloses It, And Climb Up, And Look Into It, And
Talk To Them That Are At Work There. I Might Give Some
Advice That Would Be Valuable To Them. The Blossoms
Require Shelter, And The Fruit Requires Heat, And The
Roots Need Covering In Winter. The Vine Too Is Luxuriant,
And Must Be Pruned, Or It Will Produce Nothing But Wood.
It Demands Constant Care And Constant Labour; I Had
Decorated The Little Place With Flowers Too, To Make It
Attractive And Pleasant.
"But, Ah Me! Dissent Will Pull All These Up Like Weeds,
And Throw Them Out; And Scepticism Will Raise Nothing
But Gaudy Annuals. The Perennials Will Not Flourish
Without Cultivating And Enriching The Ground; _Their
Roots Are In The Heart_. The Religion Of Our Church,
Which Is The Same As This Of England, Is A Religion Which
Inculcates Love: Filial Love Towards God; Paternal Love
To Those Committed To Our Care; Brotherly Love, To Our
Neighbour, Nay, Something More Than Is Known By That Term
In Its Common Acceptation, For We Are Instructed To Love
Our Neighbour As Ourselves.
"We Are Directed To Commence Our Prayer With "Our Father."
How Much Of Love, Of Tenderness, Of Forbearance, Of
Kindness, Of Liberality, Is Embodied In That Word--
Children: Of The Same Father, Members Of The Same Great
Volume 2 Chapter 14 (Crossing The Border) Pg 184Human Family I Love Is The Bond Of Union--Love Dwelleth
In The Heart; And The Heart Must Be Cultivated, That The
Seeds Of Affection May Germinate In It.
"Dissent Is Cold And Sour; It Never Appeals To The
Affections, But It Scatters Denunciations, And Rules By
Terror. Scepticism Is Proud And Self-Sufficient. It
Refuses To Believe In Mysteries And Deals In Rhetoric
And Sophistry, And Flatters The Vanity, By Exalting Human
Reason. My Poor Lost Flock Will See The Change, And I
Fear, Feel It Too. Besides, Absence Is A Temporary Death.
Now I Am Gone From Them, They Will Forget My Frailties
And Infirmities, And Dwell On What Little Good Might Have
Been In Me, And, Perhaps, Yearn Towards Me.
"If I Was To Return, Perhaps I Could Make An Impression
On The Minds Of Some, And Recall Two Or Three, If Not
More, To A Sense Of Duty. What A Great Thing That Would
Be, Wouldn't It? And If I Did, I Would Get Our Bishop To
Send Me A Pious, Zealous, Humble-Minded, Affectionate,
Able Young Man, As A Successor; And I Would Leave My
Farm, And Orchard, And Little Matters, As A Glebe For
The Church. And Who Knows But The Lord May Yet Rescue
Slickville From The Inroads Of Ignorant Fanatics, Political
Dissenters, And Wicked Infidels?
"And Besides, My Good Friend, I Have Much To Say To You,
Relative To The Present Condition And Future Prospects
Of This Great Country. I Have Lived To See A Few Ambitious
Lawyers, Restless Demagogues, Political Preachers, And
Unemployed Local Officers Of Provincial Regiments, Agitate
And Sever Thirteen Colonies At One Time From The Government
Of England. I Have Witnessed The Struggle. It Was A
Fearful, A Bloody And An Unnatural One. My Opinions,
Therefore, Are Strong In Proportion As My Experience Is
Great. I Have Abstained On Account Of Their Appearing
Like Preconceptions From Saying Much To You Yet, For I
Want To See More Of This Country, And To Be Certain, That
I Am Quite Right Before I Speak.
"When You Return, I Will Give You My Views On Some Of
The Great Questions Of The Day. Don't Adopt Them, Hear
Them And Compare Them With Your Own. I Would Have You
Think For Yourself, For I Am An Old Man Now And Sometimes
I Distrust My Powers Of Mind.
"The State Of This Country You, In Your Situation, Ought
To Be Thoroughly Acquainted With. It Is A Very Perilous
One. Its Prosperity, Its Integrity, Nay Its Existence
As A First-Rate Power, Hangs By A Thread, And That Thread
But Little Better And Stronger Than A Cotton One. _Quem
Deus Vult Perdere Prius Dementat_. I Look In Vain For
That Constitutional Vigour, And Intellectual Power, Which
Once Ruled The Destinies Of This Great Nation.
Volume 2 Chapter 14 (Crossing The Border) Pg 185
"There Is An Aberration Of Intellect, And A Want Of
Self-Possession Here That Alarms Me. I Say, Alarms Me,
For American As I Am By Birth, And Republican As I Am
From The Force Of Circumstances, I Cannot But Regard
England With Great Interest, And With Great Affection.
What A Beautiful Country! What A Noble Constitution! What
A High Minded, Intelligent, And Generous People! When
The Whigs Came Into Office, The Tories Were Not A Party,
They Were The People Of England. Where And What Are They
Now? Will They Ever Have A Lucid Interval, Or Again
Recognise The Sound Of Their Own Name? And Yet, Sam,
Doubtful As The Prospect Of Their Recovery Is, And Fearful
As The Consequences Of A Continuance Of Their Malady
Appear To Be, One Thing Is Most Certain, _A Tory Government
Is The Proper Government For A Monarchy, A Suitable One
For Any Country, But It Is The Only One For England_. I
Do Not Mean An Ultra One, For I Am A Moderate Man, And
All Extremes Are Equally To Be Avoided. I Mean A Temperate,
But Firm One: Steady To Its Friends, Just To Its Enemies,
And Inflexible To All. "When Compelled To Yield, It Should
Be By The Force Of Reason, And Never By The Power Of
Agitation. Its Measures Should Be Actuated By A Sense
Of What Is Right, And Not What Is Expedient, For To
Concede Is To Recede--To Recede Is To Evince Weakness
--And To Betray Weakness Is To Invite Attack.
"I Am A Stranger Here. I Do Not Understand This New Word,
Conservatism. I Comprehend The Other Two, Toryism And
Liberalism. The One Is A Monarchical, And The Other A
Republican Word. The Term, Conservatism, I Suppose,
Designates A Party Formed Out Of The Moderate Men Of Both
Sides, Or Rather, Composed Of Low-Toned Tories And High
Whigs. I Do Not Like To Express A Decided Opinion Yet,
But My First Impression Is Always Adverse To Mixtures,
For A Mixture Renders Impure The Elements Of Which It Is
Compounded. Every Thing Will Depend On The Preponderance
Of The Wholesome Over The Deleterious Ingredients. I Will
Analyse It Carefully. See How One Neutralizes Or Improves
The Other, And What The Effect Of The Compound Is Likely
To Be On The Constitution. I Will Request Our Ambassador,
Everett, Or Sam's Friend, The Minister Extraordinary,
Abednego Layman, To Introduce Me To Sir Robert Peel, And
Will Endeavour To Obtain All Possible Information From
The Best Possible Source.
"On Your Return I Will Give You A Candid And Deliberate
Opinion."
After A Silence Of Some Minutes, During Which He Walked
Up And Down The Room In A Fit Of Abstraction, He Suddenly
Paused, And Said, As If Thinking Aloud--
"Hem, Hem--So You Are Going To Cross The Border, Eh? That
Volume 2 Chapter 14 (Crossing The Border) Pg 186Northern Intellect Is Strong. Able Men The Scotch, A
Little Too Radical In Politics, And A Little Too Liberal,
As It Is Called, In A Matter Of Much Greater Consequence;
Bat A Superior People, On The Whole. They Will Give You
A Warm Reception, Will The Scotch. Your Name Will Insure
That; And They Are Clannish; And Another Warm Reception
Will, I Assure You, Await You Here, When, Returning, You
Again _Cross The Border_."
Volume 2 Chapter 15 (The Irish Preface) Pg 187
Gentle Reader,
If An Irishman Were Asked What A Preface Was, He Would,
Without Hesitation Reply, That It Was The Last Chapter
Of A Book, And We Should Unquestionably Pronounce That
Answer To Be A Bull; For How Can Prefatory Remarks Be
Valedictory Ones? A Few Moments' Consideration, However,
Would Induce Us To Withdraw Such A Hasty Opinion, And
Convince Us That His Idea Is, After All, A Correct One.
It Is Almost Always The Part That Is Last Written, And
_We_ Perpetrate The Bull, By Placing It At
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