Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.Various
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. IX.—February, 1851.—Vol. II.
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
It had its work appointed; it inexorably did what was appointed to it to
do; and neither sped nor slackened. Called to, it went on unmoved, and
did not come. Besought, by some who felt that it was drawing near, to
change its course, it turned its shaded face upon them, even while they
cried, and they were dumb. It passed into the midst of palace chambers,
where there were lights and music, pictures, diamonds, gold, and silver;
crossed the wrinkled and the gray, regardless of them; looked into the
eyes of a bright bride; and vanished. It revealed itself to the baby on
the old crone's knee, and left the old crone wailing by the fire. But,
whether the beholder of its face were, now a king, or now a laborer, now
a queen, or now a seamstress; let the hand it palsied, be on the
sceptre, or the plow, or yet too small and nerveless to grasp any thing:
the Spirit never paused in its appointed work, and, sooner or later,
turned its impartial face on all.
I saw a minister of state, sitting in his closet; and, round about him,
rising from the country which he governed, up to the Eternal Heavens,
was a low, dull howl of Ignorance. It was a wild, inexplicable mutter,
confused, but full of threatening, and it made all hearers' hearts to
quake within them. But few heard. In the single city where this minister
of state was seated, I saw thirty thousand children, hunted, flogged,
imprisoned, but not taught--who might have been nurtured by the wolf or
bear, so little of humanity had they, within them or without--all
joining in this doleful cry. And, ever among them, as among all ranks
and grades of mortals, in all parts of the globe, the Spirit went; and
ever by thousands, in their brutish state, with all the gifts of God
perverted in their breasts or trampled out, they died.
The minister of state, whose heart was pierced by even the little he
could hear of these terrible voices, day and night rising to Heaven,
went among the priests and teachers of all denominations, and faintly
said,
"Hearken to this dreadful cry! What shall we do to stay it?"
One body of respondents answered, "Teach this!"
Another said, "Teach that!"
Another said, "Teach neither this nor that, but t'other!"
Another quarreled with all the three; twenty others quarreled with all
the four, and quarreled no less bitterly among themselves. The voices,
not stayed by this, cried out day and night; and still, among those many
thousands, as among all mankind, went the Spirit, who never rested from
its labor; and still, in brutish sort, they died.
Then, a whisper murmured to the minister of state,
"Correct this for thyself. Be bold! Silence these voices, or virtuously
lose thy power in the attempt to do it. Thou canst not sow a grain of
good seed in vain. Thou knowest it well. Be bold, and do thy duty!"
The minister shrugged his shoulders, and replied, "It is a great
wrong--BUT IT WILL LAST MY TIME." And so he put it from him.
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