Mr. Evans had feeling as well as fancy. This in a preacher is even more
important than the other. Here, we conceive, lies the principal
distinction between the orator and the poet. Poetry is the language of
fancy; eloquence, the language of feeling. The preacher who operates
only on the judgment and the fancy may instruct and please, and thus
prepare the way for persuasion. Persuasion itself requires a warm and
glowing heart. Eloquence has been defined, “the power of imparting one’s
feelings to others.” “If you want me to weep,” said Horace, “you must
weep yourself.” The preacher who is himself unmoved, will toil in vain
to move his hearers. His sermon may be as beautiful as the moon-beams on
the snow; but it will be as powerless and as cold. As saith
Longinus:—“The orator must have a vehement and enthusiastic passion, a
certain madness, or divine phrensy, breathing into his thoughts, and
inspiring his speech.” To use the language of another:—“Truth must be
planted in the hot-bed of feeling, if we would witness its flowery
development, and enjoy its fruit. The orator must be roused and inflamed
by the majesty of his theme; not wrought up into an unmeaning fury, like
a tempest in a tea-pot; but influenced and agitated by solemn
considerations of truth, duty, interest, and moral grandeur.”
If this description of eloquence was ever realized in the pulpit, it was
in the preaching of Christmas Evans. He spoke what he felt, and because
he felt. The fountain was in his own soul, and it flowed out upon his
audience in streams of living water. He was always full of his subject,
and his ordinary manner was exceedingly ardent and pathetic. Sometimes
he seemed quite overwhelmed with the magnitude and grandeur of his theme,
and then he spoke with such impassioned earnestness as to storm the
hearts of his hearers. Thus inspired, it was scarcely possible that any
man of ordinary sensibilities should be otherwise than eloquent. But Mr.
Evans’ talents were of a superior order; and when kindling with the
enthusiasm of his message, he became peculiarly energetic and impressive.
“His words came out,” as Longinus says, “as if discharged from an
engine,” and their influence rested like a spell upon the ear and the
heart. He transported his hearers beyond the region of argument, and
leaving all their cavils and prejudices immeasurably behind, rapt them
away to the third heaven of ecstasy!
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