"Well, well," he replied, "some are born for battle-fields, and some for martyrdom; others for neither. Let each keep to his calling,--
"Nequissimam pacem justissimo bello antifero"
But "those who let in the sea on the marshes little know where it will spread.""
This ill.u.s.tration from the Dutch d.y.k.es awakened my suspicions as to who the rider was, and looking at the thin, sensitive, yet satirical lips, the delicate, sharply-cut features, the pallid complexion, and the dark keen eyes I had seen represented in so many portraits, I could not doubt with whom I was speaking. But I did not betray my discovery.
"Dr. Luther has written some good things, nevertheless," he said. "If he had kept to such devotional works as this," returning to me "The Lord"s prayer," "he might have served his generation quietly and well; but to expose such mysteries as are treated of here to the vulgar gaze, it is madness!" and he hastily closed the "Galatians." Then glancing at the "Letter to the n.o.bles," he almost threw it into my hand, saying petulently,--
"That pamphlet is an insurrection in itself."
"What other books have you?" he asked after a pause.
I drew out my last copy of the "Encomium of Folly."
"Have you sold many of these?" he asked coolly.
"All but this copy," I replied.
"And what did people say of it?"
"That depended on the purchasers," I replied. "Some say the author is the wisest and wittiest man of the age, and if all knew where to stop as he does, the world would slowly grow into Paradise, instead of being turned upside down as it is now. Others, on the contrary, say that the writer is a coward, who has no courage to confess the truth he knows.
And others, again, declare the book is worse than any of Luther"s and that Erasmus is the source of all the mischief in the world, since if he had not broken the lock, Luther would never have entered the door."
"And _you_ think?" he asked.
"I am but a poor pedlar, sir," I said; "but I think there is a long way between Pilate"s delivering up the glorious King he knew was innocent--perhaps began to see might be divine, and St. Peter"s denying the Master he loved. And the Lord who forgave Peter knows which is which; which the timid disciple, and which the cowardly friend of His foes. But the eye of man, it seems to me, may find it impossible to distinguish. I would rather be Luther at the Diet of Worms, and under anathema and ban, than either."
"Bold words!" he said, "to prefer an excommunicated heretic to the prince of the apostles!"
But a shade pa.s.sed over his face, and courteously bidding me farewell, he rode on.
The conversation seemed to have thrown a shadow and chill over my heart.
After a time, however, the rider slackened his pace again, and beckoned to me to rejoin him.
"Have you friends in Basel?" he asked kindly.
"None," I replied; "but I have letters to the printer Frobenius, and I was recommended to seek out Erasmus."
"Who recommended you to do that?" he asked.
"The good knight Ulrich von Hutten," I replied.
"The prince of all turbulent spirits!" he murmured gravely. "Little indeed is there in common between Erasmus of Rotterdam and that firebrand."
"Ritter Ulrich has the greatest admiration for the genius of Erasmus," I said, "and thinks that his learning, with the swords of a few good knights, and the preaching of Luther, might set Christendom right."
"Ulrich von Hutten should set his own life right first," was the reply.
"But let us leave discoursing of Christendom and these great projects, which are altogether beyond our sphere. Let the knights set chivalry right, and the cardinals the papacy, and the emperor the empire. Let the hawker attend to his pack, and Erasmus to his studies. Perhaps hereafter it will be found that his satires on the follies of the monasteries, and above all his earlier translation of the New Testament, had their share in the good work. His motto is, "Kindle the light and the darkness will disperse of itself.""
"If Erasmus," I said, "would only consent to share in the result he has indeed contributed so n.o.bly to bring about!"
"Share in what?" he replied quickly; "in the excommunication of Luther?
or in the wild projects of Hutten? Have it supposed that he approves of the coa.r.s.e and violent invectives of the Saxon monk, or the daring schemes of the adventurous knight? No; St. Paul wrote courteously, and never returned railing for railing. Erasmus should wait till he find a reformer like the apostle ere he join the Reformation. But, friend," he added, "I do not deny that Luther is a good man, and means well. If you like to abandon your perilous pack, and take to study, you may come to my house, and I will help you as far as I can with money and counsel.
For I know what it is to be poor, and I think you ought to be better than a hawker. And," he added, bringing his horse to a stand, "if you hear Erasmus maligned again as a coward or a traitor, you may say that G.o.d has more room in his kingdom than any men have in their schools; and that it is not always so easy for men who see things on many sides to embrace one. Believe also that the loneliness of those who see too much or dare too little to be partisans, often has anguish bitterer than the scaffolds of martyrs. But," he concluded in a low voice, as he left me, "be careful never again to link the names of Erasmus and Hutten. I a.s.sure you nothing can be more unlike. And Ulrich von Hutten is a most rash and dangerous man."
"I will be careful never to forget Erasmus," I said, bowing low, as I took the hand he offered. And the doctor rode on.
Yes, the sorrows of the undecided are doubtless bitterer than those of the courageous; bitterer as poison is bitterer than medicine, as an enemy"s wound is bitterer than a physician"s. Yet it is true that the clearer the insight into difficulty and danger, the greater need be the courage to meet them. The path of the rude simple man who sees nothing but right on one side, and nothing but wrong on the other, is necessarily plainer than his who, seeing much evil in the good cause, and some truth at the foundation of all error, chooses to suffer for the right, mixed as it is, and to suffer side by side with men whose manners distress him, just because he believes the cause is on the whole that of truth and G.o.d. Luther"s school may not indeed have room for Erasmus, nor Erasmus"s school for Luther; but G.o.d may have compa.s.sion and room for both.
At Basel I replenished my pack from the stores of Frobenius, and received very inspiriting tidings from him of the spread of the truth of the gospel (especially by means of the writings of Luther) into Italy and Spain. I did not apply further to Erasmus.
NEAR ZURICH, _July_.
My heart is full of resurrection hymns. Everywhere in the world it seems Easter-tide. This morning, as I left Zurich, and, climbing one of the heights on this side, looked down on the lake, rippled with silver, through the ranges of green and forest-covered hills, to the glorious barrier of far-off mountains, purple, and golden, and snow-crowned, which encircles Switzerland, and thought of the many hearts which, during these years, have been awakened here to the liberty of the sons of G.o.d, the old chant of Easter and Spring burst from my lips:--
Plandite coeli, Rideat aether Summus et imus Gaudeat orbis!
Transivit atrae Turba procellae!
Subuit almae Gloria palmae!
Surgite verni, Surgite flores, Germina pictis Surgite campis!
Teneris mistae Violis rosae; Candida sparsis Lilla calthis!
Currite plenis Carmina venis, Fundite laetum Barbita metrum; Namque revixit Sicuti dixit Pius illaesus Funere Jesus.
Plaudite montes, Ludite fontes, Resonent valles, Repetant colles!
Io revixit.
Sicuti dixit Pius illaesus Funere Jesus[9]
[Footnote 9:
Smile praises, O sky!
Soft breathe them, O air, Below and on high, And everywhere!
Awake thee, O spring!
Ye flowers, come forth, With thousand hues tinting The soft green earth!
Ye violets tender, And sweet roses bright, Gay Lent-lilies blended With pure lilies white.
Sweep tides of rich music The new world along, And pour in full measure, Sweet lyres, your song!
The black troop of storms Has yielded to calm; Tufted blossoms are peeping, And early palm.
Sing, sing, for He liveth!
He lives, as He said;-- The Lord has arisen, Unharmed, from the dead!
Clap, clap your hands, mountains!
Ye valleys, resound!
Leap, leap for joy, fountains!
Ye hills, catch the sound!
All triumph; He liveth!
He lives, as He said:-- The Lord has arisen, Unharmed, from the dead!]