The Chautauquan, Vol. 03, January 1883: A Monthly Magazine Devoted to the Promotion of True Culture.; Organ of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific CircleChautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle
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The Chautauquan, Vol. 03, January 1883: A Monthly Magazine Devoted to the Promotion of True Culture.; Organ of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle
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We can not commend the views of those who find in Buddhism, as
portrayed in the “Light of Asia,” a doctrine almost or quite equal
to Christianity. To us it seems to be infinitely below Christianity.
Its conception of God and of God’s creation is just the opposite of
the Christian conception, for in Christianity we believe God to be a
personal being, who reveals himself in nature and man, and even becomes
human in his Son, and dies on a cross out of love for the human race.
Man can grow forever into the image of God, realizing that image in
his will, his love, his intellect, because God is all there in an
infinite degree, while to the Buddhist God is none of these but a being
who is the negative of nature and of man too. Hence the education of
Brahminism and Buddhism is based on an idea radically opposed to our
own.
FOOTNOTE:
[H] “That man who, casting off all desires acts without interest,
free from egotism and selfishness, attains to tranquility—this is
the condition of the supreme being. Having obtained this, one is not
troubled, and remaining in it [during the rest of his life] passes on
to extinction in the supreme spirit.”—[From the “Bhagavad Gita.”]
CONTENT.
By A. E. A.
_Before the Wedding._
We stood upon the mountain top at eve—
Only we two; no other soul was nigh,
And watched the purple hills afar receive
Their last soft tinting from the evening sky.
The fading splendor shed a parting glow
On the faint mountains vanishing from sight,
And lit with one last gleam the lake below,
Ere it was shrouded in the gloom of night.
Through the hushed woods the silent darkness stole,
No living thing the sleeping echoes woke,
Save one late bird, unseen, whose wakeful soul
With ringing song the silence sweetly broke.
In that still hour so close our spirits drew;
We seemed alone in all the wide, dim earth;
I felt your strong arm clasp me, and I knew
The tender thought wherein the act had birth.
’Twas then I felt there was in that wide scene
Nothing so beautiful or so divine,
Nothing so sweet, the earth and heaven between,
As was the love that stirred my heart and thine.
* * * * *
The ancients were acquainted with the loadstone, but they only knew
that it possessed the power of attracting iron, whether it was that
they attached little value to a mere object of curiosity which led to
nothing, or whether they had never examined this stone with sufficient
care. A single experiment more would have taught them that it turns of
itself toward the poles of the earth, and would have put into their
hands the invaluable treasure of the mariner’s compass. They were
on the very verge of this important discovery, but it escaped their
notice; and if they had given a little more time to what appeared
a useless curiosity, its hidden application would have been found
out.—_Fontenelle.
ROUMANIAN PEASANTS AND THEIR SONGS.
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