Autobiography and Letters of Orville Dewey, D.D.: Edited by His DaughterDewey, Orville
Religion
Autobiography and Letters of Orville Dewey, D.D.: Edited by His Daughter
Dewey, Orville
Dewey, Orville, 1794-1882
said Bellamy, "Mr. X is a rough, passionate, swearing man,--I am sorry
to say it; but I do believe," he said, hardly repressing the tears that
started, "that there is more of the milk of human kindness in his heart
than in all my parish put together!"
I may observe, in passing, that I heard, in those days, a great deal
of dissent expressed from the popular theology, beside my uncle's. I
heard it often from my father and his friends. It was a frequent topic
in our house, especially after a sermon on the decrees, or election,
or the sinner's total inability to comply with the conditions on which
salvation was offered to him. The dislike of these doctrines increased
and spread here, till it became a revolt of nearly half the town,
I think, against them; and thirty years ago a Liberal [39] society
might have been built up in Sheffield, and ought to have been. I very
well remember my father's coming home from the General Court [The
Massachusetts Legislative Assembly is so called.--M. E. D.], of which
he was a member, and expressing the warmest admiration of the preaching
of Channing. The feeling, however, of hostility to the Orthodox faith,
in his time, was limited to a few; but somebody in New York, who was
acquainted with it,--I don't know who,--sent up some infidel books. One
of them was lying about in our house, and I remember seeing my mother
one day take it and put it into the fire. It was a pretty resolute act
for one of the gentlest beings that I ever knew, and decisively showed
where she stood. She did not sympathize with my father in his views of
religion, but meekly, and I well remember how earnestly, she sought and
humbly found the blessed way, such as was open to her mind.
As my whole view of religion was changed from indifference or aversion
to a profound interest in it, a change very naturally followed in my
plan for future life, that is, in my choice of a profession,--very
naturally, at least then; I do not say that it would be so now.
I expected to be a lawyer; and I have sometimes been inclined to
regret that I was not; for courts of law always have had, and have
still, a strange fascination for me, and I see now that a lawyer's
or physician's life may be [40] actuated by as lofty principles, and
may be as noble and holy, as a clergyman's. But I did not think so
then. Then, I felt as if the life of a minister of religion were the
only sacred, the only religious life; as, in regard to the special
objects with which it is engaged, it is. But what especially moved me
to embrace it, I will confess, was a desire to vindicate for religion
its rightful claim and place in the world, to roll off the cloud and
darkness that lay upon it, and to show it in its true light. It had
been dark to me; it had been something strange and repulsive, and even
unreal,--something conjured up by fear and superstition. I came to see
it as the divinest, the sublimest, and the loveliest reality, and I
burned with a desire that others should see it.
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