His parables, though sometimes perhaps almost of set purpose fanciful, are always full of beauty.
How can anyone withhold sympathy and affection from the writer of such a pa.s.sage as this:--
"But as, when the sun approaches towards the gates of the morning, he first opens a little eye of heaven, and sends away the spirits of darkness, and gives light to a c.o.c.k, and calls up the lark to matins, and by and by gilds the fringes of a cloud, and peeps over the eastern hills, thrusting out his golden horns, like those which decked the brows of Moses when he was forced to wear a veil because himself had seen the face of G.o.d; and still, while a man tells the story, the sun gets up higher, till he shows a fair face and a full light, and then he shines one whole day, under a cloud often, and sometimes weeping great and little showers, and sets quickly, so is a man"s reason and his life."
Again:--
"No man can tell but he that loves his children, how many delicious accents make a man"s heart dance in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges; their childishness, their stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society; but he that loves not his wife and children, feeds a lioness at home, and broods a nest of sorrows; and blessing itself cannot make him happy; so that all the commandments of G.o.d enjoining a man to "love his wife" are nothing but so many necessities and capacities of joy. "She that is loved, is safe; and he that loves, is joyful," Love is a union of all things excellent; it contains in it proportion and satisfaction, and rest and confidence."
Again:--
"So have I seen a lark rising from his bed of gra.s.s, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the liberation and frequent weighing of his wings; till the little creature was forced to sit down and pant, and stay till the storm was over; and then it made a prosperous flight, and did rise and sing, as if it had learned music and motion from an angel, as he pa.s.sed sometimes through the air, about his ministries here below; so is the prayer of a good man."
Again:--
"I am fallen into the hands of publicans and sequestrators, and they have taken all from me; what now? Let me look about me. They have left me the sun and moon, fire and water, a loving wife, and many friends to pity me, and some to relieve me, and I can still discourse; and unless I list, they have not taken away my merry countenance and my cheerful spirit, and a good conscience; they still have left me the Providence of G.o.d, and all the promises of the Gospel, and my religion, and my hopes of heaven, and my charity to them too; and still I sleep and digest, I eat and drink, I read and meditate; I can walk in my neighbor"s pleasant fields, and see the varieties of natural beauties, and delight in all that in which G.o.d delights, that is, in virtue and wisdom, in the whole creation, and in G.o.d Himself."
Here, Antony, is true wisdom. True, indeed, is it that no one can take away from you your merry countenance, your cheerful spirit, and your good conscience unless you choose; keep all three, Antony, throughout your life, and you will be happy yourself and make everyone about you happy, and that is to make a little heaven of your earthly home.
Your loving old G.P.
9
MY DEAR ANTONY,
Some day, no doubt, you will read some of the celebrated diaries that have come down to us. The best known of such books is _Pepys"s Diary_ which was written in a kind of shorthand, and so lay undeciphered from his death in 1703 for more than a century. One of its merits is its absolute self-revelation; for Pepys exposes to us his character without a shadow of reserve in all its vanity; and the other is the faithful picture it gives us of the time of the Restoration.
But, though less popular, _Evelyn"s Diary_ is, I think, in many ways superior to that of Pepys.[1]
There is a quiet, unostentatious dignity about Evelyn which is altogether absent in the garrulous Pepys, and, indeed I find something very beautiful and touching in the grief Evelyn pours forth upon the death of his little son of five years old:--
"The day before he died," writes Evelyn, "he call"d to me and in a more serious manner than usual, told me that for all I loved him so dearly I should give my house, land, and all my fine things, to his Brother Jack, he should have none of them; and next morning when he found himself ill, and that I persuaded him to keepe his hands in bed, he demanded whether he might pray to G.o.d with his hands un-joyn"d; and a little after, whilst in great agonie, whether he should not offend G.o.d by using His holy name so often calling for ease. What shall I say of his frequent pathetical e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns utter"d of himselfe: Sweete Jesus save me, deliver me, pardon my sinns, let Thine angels receive me!
"So early knowledge, so much piety and perfection! But thus G.o.d having dress"d up a Saint for himselfe, would not longer permit him with us, unworthy of ye future fruites of this incomparable hopefull blossome. Such a child I never saw: for such a child I blesse G.o.d in whose bosome he is! May I and mine become as this little child, who now follows the child Jesus that Lamb of G.o.d in a white robe whithersoever he goes; even so, Lord Jesus, _fiat voluntas tua!_ Thou gavest him to us, Thou hast taken him from us, blessed be ye name of ye Lord! That I had anything acceptable to Thee was from Thy grace alone, since from me he had nothing but sin, but that Thou hast pardon"d! Blessed be my G.o.d for ever, Amen! I caused his body to be coffin"d in lead, and reposited on the 30th at 8 o"clock that night in the church at Deptford, accompanied with divers of my relations and neighbours among whom I distributed rings with this motto: _Dominus abstulit_; intending, G.o.d willing, to have him transported with my owne body to be interr"d in our dormitory in Wotton Church, in my dear native county of Surrey, and to lay my bones and mingle my dust with my fathers, if G.o.d be gracious to me and make me fit for Him as this blessed child was. The Lord Jesus sanctify this and all my other afflictions, Amen! Here ends the joy of my life, and for which I go even mourning to my grave."
This great love and reverence for little children is peculiarly in accord with Christianity, for we should remember that it was the WISE men, who, when they had journeyed far across the world to salute the King of kings, laid their offerings down at the feet of a little child.
Is there not something to reverence in faith and resignation such as are here expressed by Evelyn? Were not these men of old with their unshakable faith and simple piety better and happier than those who in these days know so much more and believe so much less?
We, no doubt, have the knowledge, but perhaps they had the wisdom.
I think, Antony, that in the history of England we shall have difficulty in finding any of our greatest men whose hearts and minds were not filled with a reverence for G.o.d and a faith in something beyond the blind forces which are all that Science has to offer mankind as a guide of life.
All who have acted most n.o.bly from the days of Ralegh and Sir Thomas More, down to the days of Gordon of Khartoum, and down again to our own days when the youth of England upheld the invincible valour, self-sacrifice, and glory of their race in the greatest of all wars,--all have been filled with the love of G.o.d and have found therein a perfect serenity in the face of death, and that peace which pa.s.seth all understanding.
The character of our race rests indubitably upon that faith, and he who lifts his voice, or directs his pen, to tear it down, had better never have been born.
Your loving old G.P.
[Footnote 1: Another diary that you should read by and by is that of Henry Grabb Robinson.]
10
MY DEAR ANTONY,
In these letters I am never going to quote to you anything that does not seem to me to rise to a level of merit well above ordinary proper prose. There are many writers whose general correctness and excellence is not to be questioned or denied whom I shall not select in these letters for your particular admiration.
By and by, when your own love of literature impels you to excursions in all directions, you may perhaps come to differ from my judgment, for everyone"s taste must vary a little from that of others.
English prose in its excellence follows the proportions manifested by the contours of the elevation of the world"s land.
Vast tracts lie very near the sea-level, of such are the interminable outpourings of newspapers and novels and school books. And, as each ascent from the sea-level is reached, less and less land attains to it, and when the snow-line is approached only a very small proportion indeed of the land aspires so high.
So among writers, those who climb to the snow-line are a slender band compared to all the inhabitants of the lower slopes and plains.
In these letters I do not intend to mistake a pedlar for a mountaineer, nor a hearthstone for a granite peak. Time slowly buries deep in oblivion the writings of the industrious and the dull.
Born fifteen years later than Jeremy Taylor, of whom I wrote in a former letter, John Bunyan in 1660, being a Baptist, suffered the persecution then the lot of all dissenters, and was cast into Bedford gaol, where he lay for conscience" sake for twelve years. "As I walked through the wilderness of this world," said he, "I lighted on a certain place where was a den, and laid me down in that place to sleep; and as I slept I dreamed a dream"; and the dream which he dreamed has pa.s.sed into all lands, and has been translated into all languages, and has taken its place with the Bible and with the _Imitation of Christ_ as a guide of life.
The force of simplicity finds here its most complete expression; the story wells from the man"s heart, whence come all great things:--
"Then said the Interpreter to Christian, "Hast thou considered all these things?"
"_Christian._ "Yes, and they put me in hope and fear."
"_Interpreter._ "Well, keep all things so in thy mind that they may be as a goad in thy sides, to p.r.i.c.k thee forward in the way thou must go."
"Then Christian began to gird up his loins, and to address himself to his journey.
"Then said the Interpreter, "The Comforter be always with thee, good Christian, to guide thee in the way that leads to the city."
"So Christian went on his way.
"Now I saw in my dream that the highway up which Christian had to go was fenced on either side with a wall, and that wall was called Salvation. Up this way, therefore, did burdened Christian run, but not without great difficulty, because of the load on his back.
He ran thus till he came at a place somewhat ascending, and upon that place stood a cross, and a little below in the bottom a sepulchre.
"So I saw in my dream that just as Christian came up with the cross, his burden loosed from off his shoulders, and fell from off his back, and began to tumble, and so continued to do till it came to the mouth of the sepulchre, where it fell in, and I saw it no more.
"Then was Christian glad and lightsome, and said with a merry heart, "He hath given me rest by His sorrow, and life by His death."
"Then he stood awhile to look and wonder, for it was very surprising to him that the sight of the cross should thus ease him of his burden.