Dreamthorp : $b A book of essays written in the countrySmith, Alexander
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Dreamthorp : $b A book of essays written in the country
Smith, Alexander
Essays
In glancing over these German hymns, one is struck by their adaptation to
the seasons and occurrences of ordinary life. Obviously, too, the
writer's religion was not a Sunday matter only, it had its place in
week-days as well. In these hymns there is little gloom, a healthy human
cheerfulness pervades many of them, and this is surely as it ought to be.
These hymns, as I have said, are adapted to the occasions of ordinary
life; and this speaks favourably of the piety which produced them. I do
not suppose that we English are less religious than other nations, but we
are undemonstrative in this, as in most things. We have the sincerest
horror of over-dressing ourselves in fine sentiments. We are a little
shy of religion. We give it a day entirely to itself, and make it a
stranger to the other six. We confine it in churches, or in the closet
at home, and never think of taking it with us to the street, or into our
business, or with us to the festival, or the gathering of friends. Dr.
Arnold used to complain that he could get religious subjects treated in a
masterly way, but could not get common subjects treated in a religious
spirit. The Germans have done better; they have melted down the Sunday
into the week. They have hymns embodying confessions of sin, hymns in
the near prospect of death: and they have--what is more
important--spiritual songs that may be sung by soldiers on the march, by
the artisan at the loom, by the peasant following his team, by the mother
among her children, and by the maiden sitting at her wheel listening for
the step of her lover. Religion is thus brought in to refine and hallow
the sweet necessities and emotions of life, to cheer its weariness, and
to exalt its sordidness. The German life revolves like the village
festival with the pastor in the midst--joy and laughter and merry games
do not fear the holy man, for he wears no unkindness in his eye, but his
presence checks everything boisterous or unseemly,--the rude word, the
petulant act,--and when it has run its course, he uplifts his hands and
leaves his benediction on his children.
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