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ther is still in the bonds of Satan- fate of Hans, the sculptor, who last led astray by error. Our hands are year was committed to prison for refusweakened when the enemy prevails; ing to kneel before the holy relic. but I did not know what consolation the Now they will land him over to the Inblessed Virgin had in reserve for me quisition, as he well deserves. Thank to-night, that I should have the joy of the Virgin, Auka Gerhardt, that you welcoming another believer into our have escaped a similar fate!" holy communion. And you must not The words pierced Auka to the soul, call it my Church now," continued he, “thank the Virgin !" She bitterly re* it is yours, or, rather, ours; we are one proached herself, as she lay awake that in faith henceforth ;” and he took her night in her little chamber ; and would cold, trembling hand in his.
have given worlds to recall the last few spiritual guide, I have a right to com- hours—to change places with faithful fort you in trouble, to advise you in Hans. Cuthbert might call her what every step you take, and also to know he would she was an apostate ; and in your most secret thoughts and desires. her heart she said there was n help Are you willing to accept all my offices, for her now, and what she had done Auka ?”
could never be undone. ** Yes indeed, Father; you are the only friend I have; the only one who Let us look into the prison cell again, cares to know anything that concerns on the fourth of May. The sweet me," replied she, wearily.
chimes were filling the air outside, and The Holy Mother cares for you, my faintly through the loop-hole came the child. My poor persuasions would all oft-repeated refrain ; but Hans did not have been in vain, if she had not in- hear them that day, nor the belfry clined your heart, and drawn you, by clock slowly strike twelve; nor did he her irresistible love, to the true and only hear the door of his cell slowly unclose, rest.”
and a footfall cross his floor. A week Cuthbert proceeded to confess her; ago he would have hailed anything in cautiously directing his questions, so human form that came to break the that nothing, as yet, might startle or dull sameness of his existence, though offend ; and certainly, if Auka did not it had been a messenger to fetch him to feel the rest of which he had spoken, trial; for not even a jailer's visits had she was quieted and soothed as he laid been permitted-his allowance of food, his hands on her head, absolving her &c., being introduced into the cell by a from all sin.
mechanical contrivance, that could be The torches of the revellers lighted moved by invisible hands. the maiden home. The Van Hovens The strip of sunlight lay upon the had just returned, and were enquiring wall, and before it stood the sculptor, what had become of the “ German as eager and absorbed as if he stood in heretic,” as they called her, when she his own studio once more. As Cuthbert
and in answer to their ques- entered for he was the intruder --a tions, Auka calmly stated what she had regular gentle sound reminded him of done. It was evidently an unexpected bygone days, and coming close behind avowal; and after a moment's pause, the prisoner, he saw that which made Jan remarked
him smile, and yet sigh. It is well that you have taken this With a long rusty nail as a chisel, step, for I had determined to-day that and a piece of broken stone as a mallet, my house should no longer harbour
Hans, with indomitable perseverance, you, in spite of good Father Cuthbert's had already produced on the wall a opposition. You must have shared the rough outline of a crucifix. A month
he had found the nail, and rejoiced gave me the strength and courage I over it as if it had been a key to open then felt, and do still feel. Nature his dungeon. No thought of escape, bade me despair, and pine away in however, entered his mind. With fruitless longings; she told me to hate great difficulty he had detached a
my persecutors. When I listened to small piece of stone from his doorway, her, I was weak-weaker than even you and with these rude implements had first imagined me to be. commenced his last, but greatest
blessed faith that makes me strong; work.
that has made this dungeon at times a It was only when the golden bar very Paradise; that made me hopeful shone upon that one little spot in his and patient all last winter, when scarce wall, that he could continue his loved a gleam of light struggled through pursuit; and the heavy chains on his yonder little opening. The faith that wrist made every stroke in the hard you scorn and trample on, has taught stone painful and doubly laborious. me to forgive and pray for those who But what will not love accomplish ! have made me a captive for life, with His whole life was sweetened; he had broken health, and every promise of something to live for; he saw his work youth unfulfilled.” slowly developing, in spite of his hin- * Yet you spoke of hope just now," drances; and never had his polished said Cuthbert, looking hall-admiringly tools or fair blocks of marble given at Hans, as he stood there in his him such real pleasure as this rusty chains, erect and undaunted, his bright nail, that shapeless stone, and those eyes as full of fire as ever. coarse outlines on that dungeon wall. Yes; I have a good hope-not for Cuthbert watched him unobserved ; this world, but of life everlasting ; that watched the thin hands and fettered no one can steal from me. Are you the wrists; watched the workings of his bringer of any tidings ?" eager face; and marked his unshorn “No, Hans, your fate is still in the hair and beard, his attenuated, but hands of our Sovereign; and his comstill active frame.
ing is delayed through state affairs in A cloud suddenly obscured the sun- Spain. I came with the faint hope that beam, and Hans, with an impatient ex- time and solitude would have shown clamation, turned round and faced the you the folly of persisting in this priest. For a moment Hans looked heresy. Your hopes of everlasting life bewildered; and dropping his rude are utterly vain, while you refuse to mallet, wiped the great drops from his acknowledge the supremacy of the true brow, and pushed back his tangled Church. Your faith is mere fanaticism; hair. But when Cuthbert spoke, and it will fail you in the hour of torture held out his hand, the prisoner seemed and death.” In his heart Cuthbert to realise that this was no dream, but knew it was very seldom that their really his old friend.
Protestant victims were intimidated by · Well, Cuthbert,” said he, “have any amount of pain. you come to see how the bird frets and
· He that has kept and sustained me chafes in its narrow cage ?"
hitherto, will keep me to the end," said “No, Hans; whatever I thought Hans, with a quiet confidence. “I when I came to visit you last year, be- don't put my trust in dead saints, but fore I left I knew that you were brave in a living God, whose word cannot and strong; that nature had given you fail." a spirit that could not easily be " But the Church is the only true crushed.”
interpreter of that word. Not to every “ Nature? No, Cuthbert, she never one is given the gift of understanding
idden things, this lionour is reserved or her ministers alone."
· The Bible saith not so, Cuthbert. 'ou have read to little purpose if you now not that it pleased Christ, that the 'ather had hidden these things from the rise and prudent, and revealed them nto babes.' You fear the loss of ower if the people should read the Bible for themselves. You tell poor lind sinners of indulgences, and pennces, and interceding saints, whereby in may be expiated, when it is written, I am the Lord; and beside me there s no Saviour ;' and again, 'I am he hat blotteth out thy transgressions for nine oun sake.' And this Word does not direct ignorant people to the priest ; t says, “If any of you lack wisdom, et him ask of God, that giveth to all. nen liberally. Christ bids us learn of Him, and come unto Him ; and while He condescends to stand ani! knock at he door of my heart, promising to come in and sup with me, shall I keep Him waiting and knocking, while I lisen to foolish fables, while I call upon he Virgin, while I sprinkie myself with vater, and seek for righteousness at the hands of a man, perhaps more sinful than myself? Shall I keep Him waiting when He brings me truth, and cleansing, and righteousness, and parlon? Yet this is what you would have me do, and close the door against my Lord and Saviour, and trust my soul to your guidance."
Few priests in Cuthbert's day ever saw the Scriptures, except in detached verses, used in the service of the Church, or passages that might be met with in their religious books, where the original meaning was frequently distorted to serve the purposes of Romish teaching. The soft, luxurious devotee might overcome poor Auka, until she almost believed that he carried the keys of leaven; but he was no match for one who had studied the Bible diligently, and had made it his meat and drink. A few feeble arguments he used, to
which Hans returned no answer ; and the sun bursting out again, the prisoner picked up his tools, and continued his work.
“ Your progress will be very slow, Hans, if you can only work when the sun illuminates that little portion of the wall."
* Yes,” said Hans, regretfully; "I should have thought it a poor, mean service once; but now I know that my Master measureth not so much our work, as our willingness and love. My implements are rude, and my performance will be imperfect; but it is my all, and will not be rejected.”
“I see,” said Cuthbert, although you pretend to disdain the helps and quickeners to devotion, which our Church so mercifully provides, yet, the earliest moment your genius can begin to stretch its wings again, your first feeble effort is directed to supply this want. However much your mind and heart may be perverted, however far you may have wandered, your genius, with true instinct, flies back to its first love."
Hans paused from his chipping; and tossing back his hair, exclaimed, halfscornfully, “My first love was the goddess of beauty ; but even in that state of heathenism I was never so depraved as to bow down before the work of my own hands. And now that I have learned the second commandment, delivered on Sinai, and confirmed by Christ Himself (but which your Church has purposely omitted from her decalogue), I should indeed be perverting the gifts God has given me, if I used them to provide means to disobey and insult Him. Dark and dreary as this place is, my devotions have not yet been so cold and heavy as to need the aid of sensual objects. My help cometh from the Lord, and my quickening from the Holy Spirit.”
• Then why carve this image, if unnecessary to your worship ?” asked Cuthbert, rather mystified, and unable
to think of a crucifix apart from beads leave thee nor forsake thee!' and when and prostrations.
bitter thoughts towards my enemies fill As one would try to draw the por- my breast, I shall hear my Saviour say, trait of his dearest friend and benefactor, once more, ‘Father, forgive them, for whom having not seen, he yet loves. they know not what they do. These, True, this will be but a dim outline, a and a thousand other things, will this mere shadow of the Being my mental sculpture say to me; but it will not eye
beholds ; but my hands must obey be my God, my idol—this hand would my thoughts and desires, that all
out instantly destroy it, if there were to me towards him. Your idea of the re- the slightest likelihood of its becoming ligious purposes of art is a very narrow I worship the invisible alone, and one, Cuthbert: you would confine it to am not dependent on material aids, one single use, and that unlawful and though I am interested in this labour of most self-deceptive. To me, its influ: ences are unlimited, weaving themselves “I cannot profess to understand into our daily life; purifying our your new philosophy, Hans; it is only thoughts and passions, even our very charitable to suppose that your reason dreams. But alas ! many are so blind, is affected—that indeed you are gone they will not look at things with their mad, as Father Augustus suggested last inward eyes; they gaze on the material,
year.” form, and colour, and there they rest, “ If this be madness, then I would seeing nothing beyond a cause for ad- that you also were mad, good Cuthbert. miration at the skill displayed or a But so did they judge St. Paul himself, suitable object for idolatry. You won- when he testified concerning Jesus der why I carved this crucifix. You have Christ, that He should save the people taken my Bible from me; why should from their sins." not I record upon my walls the one · Well, Hans, I had a lingering hope grand truth it contains—that Christ is that your prison doors would have been our sacrifice? By this rude, unfinished opened. It rests now with the King, work, I shall be constantly reminded of and if you refuse his Royal clemency, my Saviour's unmeasured love, and then I fear this will be our last meetboundless compassion for sinners. I ing. shall see the hatefulness of sin, by the “I have sworn allegiance to a greater cost of its atonement. When I am
King than Philip of Spain, and can say tempted to murmur at my lot, and nothing but what Heshall commandme," think these chains an unnecessary ad- replied the prisoner. "Though Philip dition to my sufferings, these wounded should give me ‘his house full of silver hands and feet will mutely ask if my and gold, I cannot go beyond the word pains are like unto what He bore for of the Lord my God, to do less or When sad, these stony lips will
more.'" say, in tender tones, 'I will never
AN INDEPENDENT CHURCH IN WARWICK CASTLE.
By the Reb. Thomas Coleman, Alberstore. THERE is the noble Castle of Warwick might think of the Beauchamps, the on the banks of the Avon, renowned proud race of Nevil, with its famous for its ancient grandeur and romantic king-maker, the great Earl of Warassociations. In looking at it we wick. But it passed into other
e was a
inds in the early part of the seven- viz.: That the primitive bishop was enth century. King James the I. a true and faithful overseer of one stowed the Castle on Fulke Gre- congregation, and he contrasts with lle, whom he created Lord Brooke. this simple model the prelacy of his
man of learning, taste, own day; that the combinations of litical importance, and historical civil and religious authority, as in lebrity, who chose to transmit his the bishops sitting in the House of emory to future ages in the well- Lords, is a burden too heavy to be lown epitaph on his tomb in the borne by any shoulders but His, on teresting church of St. Mary's, whom God has placed both the 'arwick : • Fulke Greville, servant government of the world and the
Queen Elizabeth, counsellor to Church. He sees no reason why ing James, and friend to Sir Philip that government, after the Presbyydney.”
terian or Congregational order, may At his death his barony and not subsist with civil monarchy-he tates descended to his kinsman, discerns no truth in the adage, “ No obert Greville, who became the bishop, no king." True Church cond Lord Brooke, of Warwick power, he observes, works in a sweet astle. He was a
man of much
way-as long as the Church interlought, of high principle, of ardent meddle not with the State, the State eling, and of great courage. His ought not to meddle with the Church gorous intellect he employed in the - that the election of Congregational udy of questions relating to theology presbyters or bishops, should be by ad ecclesiastical government. As the voice of the people; the brethren he result of his studies, sitting in in the Church being equal in rank, is chamber at Warwick Castle, with ecclesiastical power is vested in the is New Testament and the earliest whole people. Hence he became a ocuments of ecclesiastical history decided Independent; and it would efore him, he became convinced that be difficult to point out any great here was a great difference between difference in relation to views of rehe simple episcopacy of primitive ligious polity between him and the imes, and the prelacy of his own day. humble congregation of Independents le saw in the light of divine revela- meeting in Southwark at this time; ion that Christ's kingdom was not and it seems by no means improbable, f this world, that by the alliance of that he was one of the few noble lords he Church with the civil
govern- who visited that little band, and nent, it was greatly corrupted and admired their order, and the stedfastettered.
ness of their faith in Christ. Meditating much on these sub- This Lord Brooke, who fell at ects he employed his retirement, Litchfield in the early part of the luring the Parliamentary recess of civil war, whom nobles honoured at 1641, in composing a discourse, which Court, whom senators admired in le published, opening the matters of Parliament, and whom Milton euhe episcopacy which is exercised in logised from the press, was a meek England. In this work he comes to and humble disciple of the Son of such conclusions as the following, God, learned in the Scriptures, and