The hand of Providence : $b as shown in the history of nations and individuals, from the great apostasy to the restoration of the gospelWard, J. H. (Joseph Harvey)
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The hand of Providence : $b as shown in the history of nations and individuals, from the great apostasy to the restoration of the gospel
Ward, J. H. (Joseph Harvey)
Church history -- Juvenile literature; Great Apostasy (Mormon doctrine); World history -- Juvenile literature
{164} While the learned and thoughtful men of Europe were thinking,
the pioneers of America were acting. Nothing could restrain them from
peopling the wilderness. To be a land-owner was the ruling passion
of the New England man. In general, marriages were early and very
fruitful. The sons, as they grew up skilled in the use of the ax and
the rifle, would, one after another, move from the old homestead; and,
with a wife, a yoke of oxen, a cow and a few necessary implements,
build a small hut in the forest and by dint of industry soon win for
themselves plenty and independence. The beautiful lines of Albert B.
Street well describe the circumstances as well as the character of
the men who founded American institutions and moulded the national
character:
"His echoing ax the settler swung
Amid the sea-like solitude,
And rushing, thundering down were flung
The Titans of the wood.
Loud shrieked the eagle as he dashed
From out his mossy nest, which crashed
With its supporting bough,
And the first sunlight leaping flashed
On the wolf's haunt below.
"Rude was the garb, and strong the frame
Of him who plied his ceaseless toil:
To form the garb, the wild-wood game
Contributed their spoil;
The soul that warmed that frame disdained
The tinsel gaud and glare, that reigned
Where men their crowds collect;
The simple fur untrimmed, unstained,
This forest tamer decked.
"His roof adorned a pleasant spot,
'Mid the black logs, green glowed the grain,
And fruits and plants the woods knew not
Bloomed in the sun and rain.
The smoke-wreath curling o'er the dell,
The lowing herds--the tinkling bell,
All made a landscape strange.
Which was the living chronicle
Of deeds that wrought the change.
{165} "Humble the lot, yet his the race,
When liberty sent forth her cry,
Who thronged in conflict's deadliest place
To fight--to bleed--to die;
Who cumbered Bunker's hight of red.
By hope through weary years were led
And witnessed Yorktown's sun
Blaze on a nations banner spread--
A nation's freedom won."
A century and a half had now passed since the first colony had been
planted on American soil. The colonists were fast ripening into fitness
for independence. They had increased with marvelous rapidity. Europe
never ceased to send forth her needy thousands. America opened wide her
hospitable doors and gave assurance of liberty and comfort to all who
came. The thirteen colonies now contained a population of about three
millions.
Up to the year 1764, the Americans cherished a deep reverence and
affection for the mother country. They were proud to be considered
British subjects, and of the lofty place England held among the
nations of the earth. They gloried in the splendor of her military
achievements. They copied her manners and her fashions. Her language,
laws and literature were as fondly cherished by the colonists as by the
English themselves.
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