CHILDHOOD.

"Revere no God whom men adore by night."

Let the sexes be held to like purity of morals, and equal justice meted to them for any infraction of the laws of social order. Women are the natural leaders of society in whatever concerns private morals, lead where it were safe for men to follow. About the likenumber as of men, doubtless, possess gifts to serve the community at large; while most women, as most men, will remain private citizens, fulfilling private duties. Her vote as such will tell for personal purity, for honor, temperance, justice, mercy, peace,—the domestic virtues upon which communities are founded, and in which they must be firmly rooted to prosper and endure. The unfallen souls are feminine.

Crashaw's Ideal Woman should win the love and admiration of her sex as well as ours.

"Whoe'er she beThat not impossible sheThat shall command my heart and me;"Where'er she lieLock'd up from mortal eyeIn shady leaves of destiny;"Till that ripe birthOf studied fate stand forth,And teach her fair steps to our earth;"Till that divineIdea take a shrineOf crystal flesh, through which to shine,"Meet you her my wishes,Bespeak her to my blisses,And be ye called my absent kisses."I wish her beautyThat owes not all its dutyTo gaudy tire, or glistening shoe-ty."Something more thanTaffata or tissue can,Or rampant feather, or rich fan."More than the spoilOf shop, or silkworm's toil,Or a bought blush, or a set smile."A face that's bestBy its own beauty drest,And can alone command the rest."A face made upOut of no other shopThan what nature's white hand sets ope."A cheek where youthAnd blood, with pen of truth,Write what the reader sweetly rueth."A cheek where growsMore than a morning rose,Which to no box his being owes."Lips, where all dayA lover's kiss may play,Yet carry nothing thence away."Looks, that oppressTheir richest tires, but dressAnd clothe their simplest nakedness."Eyes, that displacesThe neighbor diamond and out-facesThat sunshine by their own sweet graces."Tresses, that wearJewels, but to declareHow much themselves more precious are."Whose native rayCan tame the wanton dayOf gems that in their bright shades play."Each ruby there,Or pearl that dare appear,Be its own blush, be its own tear."A well-tamed heart,For whose more noble smartLove may be long choosing a dart."Eyes, that bestowFull quivers on Love's bow,Yet pay less arrows than they owe."Smiles, that can warmThe blood, yet teach a charmThat chastity shall take no harm."Blushes, that beenThe burnish of no sin,Nor flames of aught too hot within."Days, that need borrowNo part of their good morrowFrom a fore-spent night of sorrow."Days, that in spiteOf darkness, by the lightOf a clear mind are day all night."Life, that dares sendA challenge to his end,And when it comes say, 'Welcome, friend.'"Sydneian showersOf sweet discourse, whose powersCan crown old Winter's head with flowers."Soft silken hours,Open suns, shady bowers,'Bove all, nothing within that lowers."Whate'er delightCan make day's forehead bright,Or give down to the wings of night."In her whole frame,Have nature all the name,Art and ornament the shame."Her flattery,Picture and poesy,Her counsel her own virtue be."I wish her storeOf worth may leave her poorOf wishes; and I wish—no more."

"Whoe'er she beThat not impossible sheThat shall command my heart and me;

"Whoe'er she be

That not impossible she

That shall command my heart and me;

"Where'er she lieLock'd up from mortal eyeIn shady leaves of destiny;

"Where'er she lie

Lock'd up from mortal eye

In shady leaves of destiny;

"Till that ripe birthOf studied fate stand forth,And teach her fair steps to our earth;

"Till that ripe birth

Of studied fate stand forth,

And teach her fair steps to our earth;

"Till that divineIdea take a shrineOf crystal flesh, through which to shine,

"Till that divine

Idea take a shrine

Of crystal flesh, through which to shine,

"Meet you her my wishes,Bespeak her to my blisses,And be ye called my absent kisses.

"Meet you her my wishes,

Bespeak her to my blisses,

And be ye called my absent kisses.

"I wish her beautyThat owes not all its dutyTo gaudy tire, or glistening shoe-ty.

"I wish her beauty

That owes not all its duty

To gaudy tire, or glistening shoe-ty.

"Something more thanTaffata or tissue can,Or rampant feather, or rich fan.

"Something more than

Taffata or tissue can,

Or rampant feather, or rich fan.

"More than the spoilOf shop, or silkworm's toil,Or a bought blush, or a set smile.

"More than the spoil

Of shop, or silkworm's toil,

Or a bought blush, or a set smile.

"A face that's bestBy its own beauty drest,And can alone command the rest.

"A face that's best

By its own beauty drest,

And can alone command the rest.

"A face made upOut of no other shopThan what nature's white hand sets ope.

"A face made up

Out of no other shop

Than what nature's white hand sets ope.

"A cheek where youthAnd blood, with pen of truth,Write what the reader sweetly rueth.

"A cheek where youth

And blood, with pen of truth,

Write what the reader sweetly rueth.

"A cheek where growsMore than a morning rose,Which to no box his being owes.

"A cheek where grows

More than a morning rose,

Which to no box his being owes.

"Lips, where all dayA lover's kiss may play,Yet carry nothing thence away.

"Lips, where all day

A lover's kiss may play,

Yet carry nothing thence away.

"Looks, that oppressTheir richest tires, but dressAnd clothe their simplest nakedness.

"Looks, that oppress

Their richest tires, but dress

And clothe their simplest nakedness.

"Eyes, that displacesThe neighbor diamond and out-facesThat sunshine by their own sweet graces.

"Eyes, that displaces

The neighbor diamond and out-faces

That sunshine by their own sweet graces.

"Tresses, that wearJewels, but to declareHow much themselves more precious are.

"Tresses, that wear

Jewels, but to declare

How much themselves more precious are.

"Whose native rayCan tame the wanton dayOf gems that in their bright shades play.

"Whose native ray

Can tame the wanton day

Of gems that in their bright shades play.

"Each ruby there,Or pearl that dare appear,Be its own blush, be its own tear.

"Each ruby there,

Or pearl that dare appear,

Be its own blush, be its own tear.

"A well-tamed heart,For whose more noble smartLove may be long choosing a dart.

"A well-tamed heart,

For whose more noble smart

Love may be long choosing a dart.

"Eyes, that bestowFull quivers on Love's bow,Yet pay less arrows than they owe.

"Eyes, that bestow

Full quivers on Love's bow,

Yet pay less arrows than they owe.

"Smiles, that can warmThe blood, yet teach a charmThat chastity shall take no harm.

"Smiles, that can warm

The blood, yet teach a charm

That chastity shall take no harm.

"Blushes, that beenThe burnish of no sin,Nor flames of aught too hot within.

"Blushes, that been

The burnish of no sin,

Nor flames of aught too hot within.

"Days, that need borrowNo part of their good morrowFrom a fore-spent night of sorrow.

"Days, that need borrow

No part of their good morrow

From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

"Days, that in spiteOf darkness, by the lightOf a clear mind are day all night.

"Days, that in spite

Of darkness, by the light

Of a clear mind are day all night.

"Life, that dares sendA challenge to his end,And when it comes say, 'Welcome, friend.'

"Life, that dares send

A challenge to his end,

And when it comes say, 'Welcome, friend.'

"Sydneian showersOf sweet discourse, whose powersCan crown old Winter's head with flowers.

"Sydneian showers

Of sweet discourse, whose powers

Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.

"Soft silken hours,Open suns, shady bowers,'Bove all, nothing within that lowers.

"Soft silken hours,

Open suns, shady bowers,

'Bove all, nothing within that lowers.

"Whate'er delightCan make day's forehead bright,Or give down to the wings of night.

"Whate'er delight

Can make day's forehead bright,

Or give down to the wings of night.

"In her whole frame,Have nature all the name,Art and ornament the shame.

"In her whole frame,

Have nature all the name,

Art and ornament the shame.

"Her flattery,Picture and poesy,Her counsel her own virtue be.

"Her flattery,

Picture and poesy,

Her counsel her own virtue be.

"I wish her storeOf worth may leave her poorOf wishes; and I wish—no more."

"I wish her store

Of worth may leave her poor

Of wishes; and I wish—no more."

Sunday, 23.

My little grandsons visit me at this becoming season of birds and apple blossoms. They accompany me to the brook, and are pleased with their willow whistles and sail-boats,—toys delightful to childhood from the first. Their manners, that first of accomplishments, delight us in return, showing that the sense of beauty has dawned and their culture fairly begun. 'Tis a culture to watch them through their days' doings. Endless their fancies and engagements. What arts, accomplishments, graces, are woven in their playful panorama; the scene shifting with the mood, and all in keeping with the laws of thought and of things. Verily, there are invisible players playing their parts through these pretty puppets all day long.

To conceive a child's acquirements as originating in nature, dating from his birth into his body, seems an atheism that only a shallow metaphysical theology could entertain in a time of such marvellous natural knowledge as ours. "I shall never persuade myself," said Synesius, "to believe my soul to be of like age with my body." And yet we are wont to date our birth, as that of the babes we christen, from the body's advent so duteously inscribed in our family registers, as if timeand space could chronicle the periods of the immortal mind, and mark its longevity by our chronometers.5Only a God could inspire a child with the intimations seen in its first pulse-plays; the sprightly attainments of a single day's doings afford the liveliest proofs of an omniscient Deity revealing his attributes in the motions of the little one! Nor is maternity less a special inspiration throbbing ceaselessly with childhood as a protecting Providence, lifelong. Comes not the mother to make the Creator's word sure that all he has made is verily good? For without mother and wife, what more than a rough outline of divinity were drawn? "That man," says Euripides, "hath made his fortune who hath married a good wife." For what would some of us have accomplished, what should we have not done, misdone, without her counsels to temper our adventurous idealism? Heaven added a new power to creation when it sent woman into it to complete what He had designed.

"He is a parricide to his mother's name,And with an impious hand, murthers her fame,Who wrongs the praise of woman; that dares writeLibels on saints, or with foul ink requiteThe milk they lent us."

"He is a parricide to his mother's name,

And with an impious hand, murthers her fame,

Who wrongs the praise of woman; that dares write

Libels on saints, or with foul ink requite

The milk they lent us."

When one becomes indifferent to women, to children and young people, he may know that he is superannuated, and has withdrawn from whatsoever is sweetest and purest in human existence. One of the happiest rewards of age is the enjoyment of children. And when these inherit one's better gifts and graces, sinking the worse, or omitting them altogether, what can be added to fill the cup of parental gratitude and delight? I fail to comprehend how the old and young folks are to enjoy a future heaven together, unless they have learned to partake in the enjoyments of this. Shall we picture future separate heavens for them?

Sing, sing, the immortals,The ancients of days,Ever crowding the portalsOf earth's populous ways;The babes ever stealingInto Eden's glad feeling;The fore-world revealingGod's face, ne'er concealing.Sing, sing, the child's fancies,Its graces and glances,Plans, pastimes, surprises,Slips, sorrows, surmises.Youth's trials and treasures,Its hopes without measures,Its labors and leisures;His world all before him,High heaven all o'er him;Life's lengthening story,Opening glory on glory;By age ne'er o'ertaken,By youth near forsaken.Sings none this fair story,But dwellers in its glory;Who would the youth see,A youth he must be;Heaven's kingdom aloneTo children doth come.

Sing, sing, the immortals,The ancients of days,Ever crowding the portalsOf earth's populous ways;

Sing, sing, the immortals,

The ancients of days,

Ever crowding the portals

Of earth's populous ways;

The babes ever stealingInto Eden's glad feeling;The fore-world revealingGod's face, ne'er concealing.

The babes ever stealing

Into Eden's glad feeling;

The fore-world revealing

God's face, ne'er concealing.

Sing, sing, the child's fancies,Its graces and glances,Plans, pastimes, surprises,Slips, sorrows, surmises.

Sing, sing, the child's fancies,

Its graces and glances,

Plans, pastimes, surprises,

Slips, sorrows, surmises.

Youth's trials and treasures,Its hopes without measures,Its labors and leisures;His world all before him,High heaven all o'er him;Life's lengthening story,Opening glory on glory;By age ne'er o'ertaken,By youth near forsaken.

Youth's trials and treasures,

Its hopes without measures,

Its labors and leisures;

His world all before him,

High heaven all o'er him;

Life's lengthening story,

Opening glory on glory;

By age ne'er o'ertaken,

By youth near forsaken.

Sings none this fair story,But dwellers in its glory;Who would the youth see,A youth he must be;Heaven's kingdom aloneTo children doth come.

Sings none this fair story,

But dwellers in its glory;

Who would the youth see,

A youth he must be;

Heaven's kingdom alone

To children doth come.

The family is the sensitive plant of civility, the measure of culture. Take the census of the homes, and you have the sum total of character and civilization in any community. Sown in the family, the seeds of holiness are here to be cherished and ripened for immortality. Here is the seminary of the virtues, the graces, accomplishments, that adorn and idealize existence. From this college we graduate for better or for worse. This faculty of the affections, this drinking freshly at the springs of genius and sensibility, this intimacy with the loveliest and best in life, is the real schooling, the truest discipline, without which neither mind nor heart flourish; all other advantages being of secondary account; wealth, wit, beauty, social position, books, travel, fellowships, are but sounding names, opportunitiesof inferior importance, compared with this endowment of personal influences.

Here, in this atmosphere of love and sympathy, character thrives and ripens. And were the skill for touching its tender sensibilities, calling forth its budding gifts, equal to the charms the child has for us, what noble characters would graduate from our families,—the community receiving its members accomplished in the Personal graces, the state its patriots, the church its saints, all glorifying the race. One day the highest culture of the choicest gifts will be deemed essential to the heads of families, and the arts of nurture and of culture honored as the art of arts.

"Boys are dear to divinity," dear to all mankind. What more charming than to watch the dawning intelligence, clearing itself from the mists which obscure its vision of the world into which it has but lately entered? The more attractive, since a fine sentiment then mingles mythically with the freshness of thought, confuses the sexes, as if the boy were being transformed into the girl, first entering her wider world of affection; and the girl in turn were being metamorphosed into the boy, first becoming conscious of the newer world of intellect; each entering, by instinct, into the mind of the other. I know not which is the more charming each in their ways, the coy manners of girls, or the shy behavior of beautiful boys,—mysteries both to each other, nor less to their elders. 'Tis the youthful sentiment, whether feminine or masculine, that renders friendship delightful,the world lovely; this gone, all is gone that life can enjoy. "There are periods in one's life," says Pythagoras, "which it is not in the power of any casual person to connect finely, these being expelled by one another, unless some sympathetic friend conduct him from birth in a beautiful and upright manner."

Of the great educators of antiquity, I esteem Pythagoras the most eminent and successful. Everything of his doctrine and discipline comes commended by its elegance and humanity, and justifies the name he bore of the golden-souled Samian, and founder of the Greek culture. He seems to have stood in providential nearness to the human sensibility, as if his were a maternal relation as well, and he owned the minds whom he nurtured and educated. The first of philosophers, taking the name for its modesty of pretension, he justified his claim to it in the attainments and services of his followers; his school having given us Socrates, Plato, Pericles, Plutarch, Plotinus, and others of almost equal fame, founders of states and cultures.

He was most fortunate in his biographer. For, next to the Gospels, I know of nothing finer of the kind than the mythological portrait drawn of him by Jamblichus, his admiring disciple, and a philosopher worthy of his master. How mellow the coloring, the drapery disposed so gracefully about the person he paints! Ilook upon this piece of nature with ever fresh delight, so reverend, humane, so friendly in aspect and Olympian. Nor is the interest less, but enhanced rather by the interfusion of fable into the personal history, the charm of a subtle idealism being thus given it, relating him thereby to the sacred names of all times. There is in him an Oriental splendor, as of sunrise, reflected on statues, blooming in orchards, an ambrosial beauty and sweetness, as of autumnal fruits and of women.

"In all he did,Some picture of the golden times was hid."

"In all he did,

Some picture of the golden times was hid."

Personally, he is said to have been the most beautiful and godlike of all those who had been celebrated in history before his time. As a youth, his aspect was venerable and his habits strictly temperate, so that he was reverenced and honored by elderly men. He attracted the attention of all who saw him, and appeared admirable in all eyes. He was adorned by piety and discipline, by a mode of life transcendently good, by firmness of soul, and by a body in due subjection to the mandates of reason. In all his words and actions, he discovered an inimitable quiet and serenity, not being subdued at any time by anger, emulation, contention, or any precipitation of conduct. He was reverenced by the multitude as one under the influence of divine inspiration. He abstained from all intoxicating drinks, and from animal food, confining himself to a chaste nutriment. Hence, his sleep was short andundisturbed, his soul vigilant and pure, his body in a state of perfect and invariable health. He was free from the superstitions of his time, and pervaded with a deep sense of duty towards God, and veneration for his divine attributes and immanency in things. He fixed his mind so intently on the attainment of wisdom, that systems and mysteries inaccessible to others were opened to him by his magic genius and sincerity of purpose. The great principle with which he started, that of being a seeker rather than possessor of truth, seemed ever to urge him forward with a diligence and an activity unprecedented in the history of the past, and perhaps unequalled since. He visited every man who could claim any degree of fame for wisdom or learning, whilst the relics of antiquity and the simplest operations of nature seemed to yield to his researches; and we moderns are using his eyes in many departments of activity into which pure thought enters, being indebted to him for important discoveries alike in science and metaphysics.

"His institution at Crotona was the most comprehensive and complete of any of which we read. His aim being at once a philosophical school, a religious brotherhood, and a political association. And all these characters appear to have been inseparably united in the founder's mind. It must be considered as a proof of upright intentions in Pythagoras which ought to rescue him from all suspicion of selfish motives, that he chose for his associates persons whom he deemedcapable of grasping the highest truths which he could communicate, and was not only willing to teach them all he knew, but regarded the utmost cultivation of the intellectual faculties as a necessary preparation for the work to which he destined them. He instituted a society, an order, as one may now call it, composed of young men, three hundred in number, carefully selected from the noblest families, not only of Crotona, but of the other Italian cities.

"Those who confided themselves to the guidance of his doctrine and discipline, conducted themselves in the following manner:—

"They performed their morning walks alone in places where there happened to be an appropriate solitude and quiet, and where there were temples and groves, and other things adapted to give delight. For they thought it was not proper to converse with any one till they had rendered their own soul sedate and co-harmonized with the reasoning power. For they apprehended it to be a thing of a turbulent nature to mingle in a crowd as soon as they rose from bed. But after the morning walk, they associated with each other, and employed themselves in discussing doctrines and disciplines, and in the correction of their manners and lives.

"They employed their time after dinner, which consisted of bread and honey without wine, in domestic labors and economies, and in the hospitalities due to strangers and their guests, according to the laws. All business of this sort was transacted during these hours of the day.

"When it was evening, they again betook themselves to walking, yet not singly as in the morning walk, but in parties of two or three, calling to mind, as they walked, the disciplines which they had learned, and exercising themselves in beautiful studies.

"After bathing again, they went to supper; no more than ten meeting together for this purpose. This meal they finished before the setting of the sun. It was of wine and maize, bread and salad. They were of opinion that any animal, not naturally noxious to the human race, should neither be injured nor slain.

"After supper, libations were performed; and these were succeeded by readings, the youngest reading, and the eldest ordering what should be read and after what manner.

"They wore a white and pure garment, and slept on beds the coverlets of which were of white linen."

5."Infants," says Olympiodorus, "are not seen to laugh for some time after birth, but pass the greater part of their time in sleep; however, in their sleep they appear both to smile and cry. But can this any otherwise happen than through the soul agitating the circulations of their animal nature in conformity with the passions it has experienced before birth into the body? Besides, our looking into ourselves when we seek to discover any truth, shows that we inwardly contain truth, though concealed in the darkness of oblivion." Does atom animate and revive thought, or thought animate and illuminate atom? And which the elder?

Monday, 24.

My book of Conversations, held with Children in Boston near forty years ago, has found an admiring reader at last. He writes:—

"I have just found in a second-hand bookstore your two volumes of Conversations on the Gospels, and have read them with benefit and delight. Nowhere have I seen the Gospels so spiritualized, so rationalized,Platonized. Thenaïvetéaside, it seems the product of a company of idealists. Is it possible that common human nature in children, thrown upon its own resources, can exhibit such intelligence, or instinct, if you please to call it so? Were these children taken as they came, or were they selected, culled?"

They came from families occupying various social advantages, and were a fair average of children thus born and bred. I give a sample of one of the conversations as reported from their lips at the time. Their ages were from six to twelve years.

Mr. Alcott read (having previously read the beginning) the remainder of the Conversation of Jesus with the woman of Samaria (John iv. 16–30),—

16. Jesus saith unto her, Go call thy husband, and come hither.17. The woman answered and said, I have no husband. Jesus said unto her, Thou hast well said I have no husband:18. For thou hast had five husbands, and he whom thou now hast is not thy husband: in that saidst thou truly.19. The woman said unto him, Sir, I perceive that thou art a prophet.20. Our fathers worshipped in this mountain; and ye say that in Jerusalem is the place where men ought to worship.21. Jesus saith unto her, Woman, believe me, the hour cometh when ye shall neither in this mountain, nor yet at Jerusalem, worship the Father.22. Ye worship ye know not what: we know what we worship, for salvation is of the Jews.23. But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the father seeketh such to worship him.24. Godisa Spirit: and they that worship him must worshiphimin spirit and in truth.25. The woman saith unto him, I know that Messias cometh, which is called Christ; when he is come, he will tell us all things.26. Jesus saith unto her, I that speak unto thee amhe.27. And upon this came his disciples, and marvelled that he talked with the woman: yet no man said, What seekest thou? or, Why talkest thou with her?28. The woman then left her water-pot, and went her way into the city, and saith to the men,29. Come, see a man which told me all things that ever I did: is not this the Christ?30. Then they went out of the city, and came unto him.

16. Jesus saith unto her, Go call thy husband, and come hither.

17. The woman answered and said, I have no husband. Jesus said unto her, Thou hast well said I have no husband:

18. For thou hast had five husbands, and he whom thou now hast is not thy husband: in that saidst thou truly.

19. The woman said unto him, Sir, I perceive that thou art a prophet.

20. Our fathers worshipped in this mountain; and ye say that in Jerusalem is the place where men ought to worship.

21. Jesus saith unto her, Woman, believe me, the hour cometh when ye shall neither in this mountain, nor yet at Jerusalem, worship the Father.

22. Ye worship ye know not what: we know what we worship, for salvation is of the Jews.

23. But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the father seeketh such to worship him.

24. Godisa Spirit: and they that worship him must worshiphimin spirit and in truth.

25. The woman saith unto him, I know that Messias cometh, which is called Christ; when he is come, he will tell us all things.

26. Jesus saith unto her, I that speak unto thee amhe.

27. And upon this came his disciples, and marvelled that he talked with the woman: yet no man said, What seekest thou? or, Why talkest thou with her?

28. The woman then left her water-pot, and went her way into the city, and saith to the men,

29. Come, see a man which told me all things that ever I did: is not this the Christ?

30. Then they went out of the city, and came unto him.

Before he had time to ask the usual question,—

Samuel T.(spoke). I was most interested in this verse: "He that drinks of this water shall thirst again, but he that drinks of the water that I shall give him, shall never thirst." He means by this, that those who heard what he taught, and did it, should live always, should never die, their spirits should never die.

Mr. Alcott.Can spirits die?

Samuel T.For a spirit to die is to leave off being good.

Edward J.I was interested in the words, "For the water I shall give him will be in him a well of water." I think it means that when people are goodand getting better, it is like water springing up always. They have more and more goodness.

Samuel R.Water is an emblem of holiness.

Mr. Alcott.Water means spirit, pure and unsoiled.

Edward J.It is holy spirit.

Ellen.I was most interested in these words: "Ye worship ye know not what." The Samaritans worship idols, and there was no meaning to that.

Mr. Alcott.What do you mean by their worshipping idols?

Ellen.They cared about things more than God.

Mr. Alcott.What kind of false worship do you think Jesus was thinking about when he said: "Woman, the hour is coming and now is, when neither in this mountain—"?

Ellen.Oh! she thought the place of worship was more important than the worship itself.

Mr. Alcott.Well! how did Jesus answer that thought?

Ellen.He told her what she ought to worship, which was more important than where.

Mr. Alcott.Some of you, perhaps, have made this mistake, and thought that we only worshipped God in churches, and on Sundays. How is it,—who has thought so?

(Several held up hands, smiling.)

Who knew that we could worship God anywhere?

(Others held up hands.)

What other worship is there besides that in the church?

Edward J.The worship in our hearts.

Mr. Alcott.How is that carried on?

Edward J.By being good.

Nathan.We worship God by growing better.

Augustine.We worship God when we repent of doing wrong.

Josiah.I was most interested in this verse: "God is a spirit, and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth." It means that to feel our prayers is more important than to say the words.

Lemuel.And when we pray and pray sincerely.

Mr. Alcott.What is praying sincerely?

Lemuel.Praying the truth.

Mr. Alcott.What is to be done in praying the truth? When you think of prayer, do you think of a position of the body—of words?

Lemuel(earnestly). I think of something else, but I cannot express it.

Mr. Alcott.Josiah is holding up his hand; can he express it?

Josiah(burst out). To pray, Mr. Alcott, is to be good, really; you know it is better to be bad before people and to be good to God alone, because then we are good for goodness sake, and not to be seen, and not for people's sake. Well, so it is about prayer. There must be nothing outward with prayer; but we must have some words, sometimes; sometimes we need not.If we don't feel the prayer, it is worse than never to say a word of prayer. It is wrong not to pray, but it is more wrong to speak prayer and not pray. We had better do nothing about it, Mr. Alcott! we must say words in a prayer, and we must feel the words we say, and we must do what belongs to the words.

Mr. Alcott.Oh! there must be doing, must there?

Josiah.Oh! yes, Mr. Alcott! doing is the most important part. We must ask God for help, and at the same time try to do the thing we are to be helped about. If a boy should be good all day, and have no temptation, it would not be very much; there would be no improvement; but if he had temptation, he could pray and feel the prayer, and try to overcome it, and would overcome it; and then there would be a real prayer and a real improvement. That would be something. Temptation is always necessary to a real prayer, I think. I don't believe there is ever any real prayer before there is a temptation; because we may think and feel and say our prayer; but there cannot be any doing, without there is something to be done.

Mr. Alcott.Well, Josiah, that will do now. Shall some one else speak?

Josiah.Oh, Mr. Alcott, I have not half done!

Edward J.Mr. Alcott, what is the use of responding in church?

Mr. Alcott.Cannot you tell?

Edward J.No; I never knew.

Josiah.Oh! Mr. Alcott!

Mr. Alcott.Well, Josiah, do you know?

Josiah.Why, Edward! is it not just like a mother's telling her child the words? The child wants to pray; it don't know how to express its real thoughts, as we often say to Mr. Alcott here; and the mother says words, and the child repeats after her the words.

Edward J.Yes; but I don't see what good it does.

Josiah.What! if the mother says the words, and the child repeats them and feels them,—really wants the things that are prayed for,—can't you see that it does some good?

Edward J.It teaches the word-prayer—it is not the real prayer.

Josiah.Yet it must be the real prayer, and the real prayer must have some words.

But, Mr. Alcott, I think it would be a great deal better, if, at church, everybody prayed for themselves. I don't see why one person should pray for all the rest. Why could not the minister pray for himself, and the people pray for themselves? and why should not all communicate their thoughts? Why should only one speak? Why should not all be preachers? Everybody could say something; at least, everybody could say their own prayers, for they know what they want. Every person knows the temptations they have, and people are tempted to do different things. Mr. Alcott, I think Sunday ought to come oftener.

Mr. Alcott.Our hearts can make all time Sunday.

Josiah.Why, then, nothing could be done! Theremust be week-days, I know—some week-days; I said, Sunday oftener.

Mr. Alcott.But you wanted the prayers to be doing prayers. Now some of the rest may tell me, how you could pray doing prayers.

George K.Place is of no consequence. I think prayer is in our hearts. Christian prayed in the cave of Giant Despair. We can pray anywhere, because we can have faith anywhere.

Mr. Alcott.Faith, then, is necessary?

George K.Yes; for it is faith that makes the prayer.

Mr. Alcott.Suppose an instance of prayer in yourself.

George K.I can pray going to bed or getting up.

Mr. Alcott.You are thinking of time, place, words.

George K.And feelings and thoughts.

Mr. Alcott.And action?

George K.Yes; action comes after.

John B.When we have been doing wrong and are sorry, we pray to God to take away the evil.

Mr. Alcott.What evil, the punishment?

John B.No; we want the forgiveness.

Mr. Alcott.What is for-give-ness? Is it anything given?

Lemuel.Goodness, holiness.

John B.And the evil is taken away.

Mr. Alcott.Is there any action in all this?

John B.Why, yes; there is thought and feeling.

Mr. Alcott.But it takes the body also to act; what do the hands do?

John B.There is no prayer in the hands.

Mr. Alcott.You have taken something that belongs to another; you pray to be forgiven; you wish not to do so again; you are sorry. Is there anything to do?

John B.If you injure anybody, and can repair it, you must, and you will, if you have prayed sincerely; but that is not the prayer.

Mr. Alcott.Would the prayer be complete without it?

John B.No.

Andrew.Prayer is in the spirit.

Mr. Alcott.Does the body help the spirit?

Andrew.It don't help the prayer.

Mr. Alcott.Don't the lips move?

Andrew.But have the lips anything to do with the prayer?

Mr. Alcott.Yes; they may. The whole nature may act together; the body pray; and I want you to tell an instance of a prayer in which are thoughts, feelings, action; which involves the whole nature, body and all. There may be prayer in the palms of our hands.

Andrew.Why, if I had hurt anybody, and was sorry and prayed to be forgiven, I suppose I should look round for some medicine and try to make it well.

(Mr. Alcott here spoke of the connection of the mind with the body, in order to make his meaning clearer.)

Samuel R.If I had a bad habit, and should ask God for help to break it; and then should try so as really to break it, that would be a prayer.

Charles.Suppose I saw a poor beggar boy hurt or sick, and all bleeding; and I had very nice clothes, and was afraid to soil them, or from any such cause should pass him by, and by and by I should look back and see another boy helping him, and should be really sorry and pray to be forgiven, that would be a real prayer; but if I had done the kindness at the time of it, that would have been a deeper prayer.

Augustine.When anybody has done wrong, and does not repent for a good while, but at last repents and prays to be forgiven, it may be too late to do anything about it; yet that might be a real prayer.

Mr. Alcott.Imagine a real doing prayer in your life.

Lucia.Suppose, as I was going home from school, some friend of mine should get angry with me, and throw a stone at me; I could pray not to be tempted to do the same, to throw a stone at her, and would not.

Mr. Alcott.And would the not doing anything in that case be a prayer and an action? Keeping your body still would be the body's part of it.

Lucia.Yes.

Ellen.I heard a woman say, once, that she could pray best when she was at work; that when she was scouring the floor she would ask God to cleanse her mind.

Mr. Alcott.I will now vary my question. Is there any prayer in Patience?

All.A great deal.

Mr. Alcott.In Impatience?

All.No; not any.

Mr. Alcott.In Doubt?

George K.No; but in Faith.

Mr. Alcott.In Laziness?

All(but Josiah). No; no kind of prayer.

Josiah.I should think that Laziness was the prayer of the body, Mr. Alcott.

Mr. Alcott.Yes; it seems so. The body tries to be still more body; it tries to get down into the clay; it tries to sink; but the spirit is always trying to lift it up and make it do something.

Edward J.Lazy people sometimes have passions that make them act.

Mr. Alcott.Yes; they act downwards. Is there any prayer in Disobedience?

All.No.

Mr. Alcott.Is there any in submission? In forbearing when injured? In suffering for a good object? In self-sacrifice?

All(eagerly to each question). Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

(Mr. Alcott here made some very interesting remarks on loving God with all our heart, soul, mind, etc., and the Idea of Devotion it expressed. Josiah wanted to speak constantly, but Mr. Alcott checked him, that theothers might have opportunity, though the latter wished to yield to Josiah.)

Josiah(burst out). Mr. Alcott! you know Mrs. Barbauld says in her hymns, everything is prayer; every action is prayer; all nature prays; the bird prays in singing; the tree prays in growing; men pray; men can pray more; we feel; we have more—more than nature; we can know and do right; Conscience prays; all our powers pray; action prays. Once we said here, that there was a "Christ in the bottom of our spirits" when we try to be good; then we pray in Christ; and that is the whole.6

Mr. Alcott.Yes, Josiah, that is the whole. That is Universal Prayer—the adoration of the Universe to its Author!

Charles.I was most interested in this verse—"The day is coming, and now is, when men shall worship the Father," etc. I think that this means that people are about to learn what to worship, and where.

Mr. Alcott.Have you learned this to-day?

Charles.Yes; I have learnt some new things, I believe.

Mr. Alcott.What are you to worship?

Charles.Goodness.

Mr. Alcott.Where is it?

Charles.Within.

Mr. Alcott.Within what?

Charles.Conscience, or God.

Mr. Alcott.Are you to worship Conscience?

Charles.Yes.

Mr. Alcott.Is it anywhere but in yourself?

Charles.Yes; it is in Nature.

Mr. Alcott.Is it in other people?

Charles.Yes; there is more or less of it in other people, unless they have taken it out.

Mr. Alcott.Can it be entirely taken out?

Charles.Goodness always lingers in Conscience.

Mr. Alcott.Is Conscience anywhere but in Human Nature?

Charles.It is in the Supernatural.

Mr. Alcott.You said at first that there was something in outward Nature which we should worship.

Charles.No; I don't think we should worship anything but the Invisible.

Mr. Alcott.What is the Invisible?

Charles.It is the Supernatural.

John B.It is the Inward—the Spiritual. But I don't see why we should not worship the sun a little as well—

Mr. Alcott.As well as the Sun-maker? But there are sun-worshippers.

John B.Yes; a little; for the sun gives us light and heat.

Mr. Alcott.What is the difference between your feeling when you think of the sun, or the ocean (hedescribed some grand scenes), and when you think of Conscience acting in such cases as—(he gave some striking instances of moral power). Is there not a difference?

(They raised their hands.)

What is the name of the feeling with which you look at Nature?

Several.Admiration.

Mr. Alcott.But when Conscience governs our weak body, is it not a Supernatural Force? Do you not feel the awe of the inferior before a superior nature? And is not that worship? The sun cannot produce it.

Josiah.Spirit worships Spirit. Clay worships Clay.

Mr. Alcott.Wait a moment, Josiah. I wish first to talk with the others; let me ask them this question: Do you feel that Conscience is stronger than the mountain, deeper and more powerful than the ocean? Can you say to yourself, I can remove this mountain?

Josiah(burst out). Yes, Mr. Alcott! I do not mean that with my body I can lift up a mountain—with my hand; but I can feel; and I know that my Conscience is greater than the mountain, for it can feel and do; and the mountain cannot. There is the mountain, there! It was made, and that is all. But my Conscience can grow. It is the same kind of Spirit as made the mountain be, in the first place. I do not know what it may be and do. The Body is a mountain, and the Spirit says, be moved, and it is moved into another place.

Mr. Alcott, we think too much about clay. We should think of Spirit. I think we should love Spirit, not Clay. I should think a mother now would love her baby's Spirit; and suppose it should die, that is only the Spirit bursting away out of the Body. It is alive; it is perfectly happy. I really do not know why people mourn when their friends die. I should think it would be matter of rejoicing. For instance: now, if we should go out into the street and find a box—an old dusty box—and should put into it some very fine pearls, and by and by the box should grow old and break, why, we should not even think about the box; but if the pearls were safe, we should think of them and nothing else. So it is with the Soul and Body. I cannot see why people mourn for bodies.

Mr. Alcott.Yes, Josiah; that is all true, and we are glad to hear it. Shall some one else now speak besides you?

Josiah.Oh, Mr. Alcott! then I will stay in the recess and talk.

Mr. Alcott.When a little infant opens its eyes upon this world, and sees things out of itself, and has the feeling of admiration, is there in that feeling the beginning to worship?

Josiah.No, Mr. Alcott; a little baby does not worship. It opens its eyes on the outward world, and sees things, and perhaps wonders what they are; but it don't know anything about them or itself. It don't know the uses of anything; there is no worship in it.

Mr. Alcott.But in this feeling of wonder and admiration which it has, is there not the beginning of worship that will at last find its object?

Josiah.No; there is not even the beginning of worship. It must have some temptation, I think, before it can know the thing to worship.

Mr. Alcott.But is there not a feeling that comes up from within, to answer to the things that come to the eyes and ears?

Josiah.But feeling is not worship, Mr. Alcott.

Mr. Alcott.Can there be worship without feeling?

Josiah.No; but there can be feeling without worship. For instance, if I prick my hand with a pin, I feel, to be sure, but I do not worship.

Mr. Alcott.That is bodily feeling. But may not the little infant find its power to worship in the feeling which is first only admiration of what is without.

Josiah.No, no; I know what surprise is, and I know what admiration is; and perhaps the little creature feels that. But she does not know enough to know that she has conscience, or that there is temptation. My little sister feels, and she knows some things; but she does not worship.

Mr. Alcott.Now I wish you all to think. What have we been talking about to-day?

Charles.Spiritual Worship.7

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