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Esau. The latter, when it was too late, indulged in unavailing regrets at having sold his birth-right, and implored his father, in the most moving manner, to bless him in such terms of benediction as he could, consistently with what he had already invoked upon the head of his brother Jacob; the poor old father was much moved for his unfortunate son, and most fervently complied with his desire. The preacher, however, disregarded all the analogies in the case, and assumed from his text, (1) That each sinner has a certain term of time allotted him, within which he may secure the salvation of his soul. (2) If he fail to improve this space, no future opportunities for this great business will be afforded him; "the divine wrath will kindle, and blaze against him to all eternity he will cry out from the depths of his wretchedness in hell, in order to move God to compassion, but all in vain-he will find no place for repentance in the divine mind-(there was in Isaac's, however!)-no pity-no relentance there: the forked lightnings of Almighty anger shall scath and blast the sinner with every stroke." Had it been the preacher's object to depict his Maker's character in the most repulsive colors, he could not have succeeded in that business better than he did. The mind instinctively recoiled with loathing from the contemplation of a being, clothed with almighty power, and exerting it for the infliction of the most horrid torments upon impotent worms.

Mr. S, who preached the next sermon in course, evidently thought that the chords of horror had been so often and so violently struck during the meeting, that they had nearly lost their power to vibrate; he therefore touched an opposite note. He read for his text," Is there no balm in Gilead?" His prayer also, and the hymns he selected, were in the same strain. He began with

"Sinners, will you scorn the message,
Sent in mercy from above?

Every sentence, oh, how tender!

Every line is full of love.

Listen to it

Every line is full of love."

"Is it so ?" mentally inquired our heroine, whose orthodoxy by this time, (truth must be told,) had begun to stagger under the load of nauseous and contradictory stuff to which, for several days in succession, she had been listening. "Is it then the fact, that

every line in the message from heaven to man, is full of love? Then, indeed, have I not heard one line of this message since this meeting began, until this moment! for all here has been wrathvengeance-damnation-horror-malediction! What am I to think

of all this ?"?

Last of all, arose Mr. F, the great, the notorious Mr. F―, who was kept to the last as a sort of force in reserve, that when the congregation had become fatigued in body and mind-their spirits jaded—their nervous systems morbidly excitable-he might then strike a decisive blow, and secure an easy victory. Mr. Frolled his large eyes over the audience for some time in silence, affecting to peruse every countenance, in order, it would seem, that he might estimate the degree of resistance that still remained to be overcome. At length, assuming a stern aspect, and modulating his voice to a tone of hoarse and triumphant bitterness, he announced his text from Proverbs-" The scorner shall scorn alone." My pen, thou art a feeble thing; I will not trust thee in the attempt to describe the harangue that followed-the task surpasses thy powers. I can only say, that from beginning to ending, it was as disgusting and horrid a melange as the alphabet of the English, or any other tongue, was ever combined to form. His soul revelled in the infernal pictures which his fancy drew: he completely personated the deity of his own descrip tions; his countenance, voice, attitudes, all evinced, that, for the time, he imagined himself the almighty avenger of human crime : and with what eagerness did his ears drink in the groans and shrieks of suffering spirits, from his ideal abyss of wrath! "Ye shall scorn alone!" he tauntingly responded again and again, as he imitated these cries with his own hoarse tones, and fancied them realities. "Water! water! for my burning tongue!!" "Ah! ye wretched sinners! where now are your insulting scoffs at God's people? You are each too much occupied with your individual agonies, I trow, to unite longer in this business; and now to all eternity you must scorn alone!" "

Such was the closing exercise of this twelve-days' meeting— such the sermon that had wrought so powerfully upon poor Bridget Bounce, which was "something about getting religion,” she believed, and the text for which was found, she expected, “somewhere in the book of Paul !"

CHAPTER V.

How much of happiness, hope, intellect, has been wrecked beyond repair, and how much of family and social discord has been engendered, by extravagant and fanatical proceedings, bearing the name of religious worship, the omniscient God alone is capable of determining: a few local details only fall within the range of mortal ken. I have not taken it upon me to ascertain the result of the operations on THE POINT-I know, however, that a lad of very bright promise, in his 16th year, a clerk and chief agent in the employ of an eminent member of the bench in that county, was converted by their means into a maniac for life. I also know that the meeting utterly failed of effecting the object for which it was gotten up; that on the contrary, it even had a reaction against it, as might have been foreseen by the agents in the business, had not the adage, "whom the gods purpose to destroy, they first make mad," had some kind of verification in their case.

The public there had been advertised that a traveling advocate of the universal love of heaven would preach in their academy on the evening of the day which was to close the long meeting. The famous Mr. F- adverted to this fact in his sermon in the morning, with ineffable contempt; he cautioned his people at the peril of their souls against hearing the stranger, and ended his notice` of him by very charitably assigning him a final doom amongst those who shall scorn alone." This very allusion to the stranger, induced one of his hearers, a transient sojourner on THE POINT, to resolve, for the first time in his life, on hearing this new doctrine for himself; not, however, with the remotest intention of believing a word of it but in this he was greatly and agreeably disappointed, for at the close of the sermon, which was nowise remarkable for talent, either in the composition or delivery, but was somewhat so for an unaffected simplicity of arrangement and diction, he arose before all present and avowed himself a convert to its doctrine, declaring that he had never before heard preaching which so came home to his understanding, and carried conviction to his judgment, as did that.

Poor Waters! he soon experienced that he had pushed out his.

skiff on a troubled sea. Supposing that all might be convinced by the evidence which had satisfied his own mind, he began zealously to advocate his new faith. Ha, ha! he found very few disposed to even hear him! not even to hear him quote from the bible! and of those too whom he had often heard confess them

selves as 66 poor, erring mortals," and with much affected humiliation, pray that God would "lead the blind by a way that they knew not," and "set their feet in the paths of truth." His own brother, a deacon of the church, to visit whom he had traveled some hundreds of miles, actually denied him the hospitalities of his house, for the sin of having therein given utterance to his newly acquired views, and he was therefore fain to take up his lodgings at one of the public inns of the place! Even such is but too frequently the triumph, which the dark spirit of human creeds achieves in the hearts of men, over the heaven-born spirit of charity.

We mortals, and those of us too who term ourselves christians, are very modest and unpretending beings, very; we bow ourselves humbly down before the throne of heaven, owning that we are blind and impotent, and most devoutly imploring superior guidance; when, should the Being we supplicate vouchsafe an answer to our petitions, we would spurn his instructions with scorn if they accorded not with our preconceived opinions.

A few days after our heroine had resumed her school in Univer salia, a note was brought her, by a little girl, a daughter of one of the few families in the place who held a different religious faith from that which generally prevailed there. The note set forth, that, as the universalists were to hold an association in the church, on the Wednesday and Thursday evening, and as it was understood that Miss Alice purposed attending the religious services on the occasion, this was to apprise her that the writer, as one of her employers, would not consent that the school should be suspended for those two days. * "For the yuniversalers," (so ran the scrawl,) "havn't no religion in no shape nor fashon no how, and shudent ought to be kowntenansed by the peepal of God, i was willin yu shud tend the meetin on the PINT, ali tho im no more a kalwinite than nothin at all, but the kalwins beleev in bein born agin, which i doo too, and i kan kownte Nanse them, bekase they may be will see like us sum day. So no more at present, DOLLY TROWLER,”

*

"A pretty specimen, this," thought Alice," of the ignorance and intolerance in religion, with which churches that take a high stand for sanctity of character, quite sufficiently abound! And I more than suspect that the root of all this uncharitableness lies in the doctrinal principles on which these churches are based."Alice was right-but coming from her, reared as she had been, in fanaticism, it was a large and serious concession. Facts, however, abundantly justified it. She could not but observe, that under much exterior devoutness, and connected with much scrupulosity in the observance of times and ordinances, there was in the people of her faith a too general absence of the more substan tial and fundamental virtues of religion. She could no longer think that these evil fruits of a bad faith were local, with regard to the persons exhibiting them, for a very recent letter from Connecticut, written at the request of her parents by their minister, convinced her that there also a gloomy theology generated in its possessors a spirit like itself. The letter referred to, appeared to have been despatched in great haste, and expressed very great solicitude, which had, it seems, been awakened on her behalf by the perusal of the one she had written." I was immediately aware," so it ran, "though your parents were not, that your immortal soul was in the utmost danger, from the fact that you had most unfortunately fallen in with a community of universalists, a people more to be avoided than deists or atheists, because they affect to found their faith on the scriptures, and possess a fatal talent for giving a plau sible face to their impious and blasphemous tenets; I, therefore, in the name of your parents, and in consideration of your own precious eternal interests, solemnly charge you to shun them, as you would the pit of perdition! You talk of their social and moral virtues; by as much as they seem to possess these, are they the more to be dreaded, for even the arch fiend can, when it suits his purpose, 'transform himself into an angel of light.' You must therefore not take them for what they seem to be, but for what in fact they are, enemies to God, and to the souls of men. Their doctrine is the siren's song: it lulls the soul, by its bewitching melody, into a slumber from which many thousands of its votaries, it is to be feared, have been awaked at last by the fires that never shall be quenched. It may do to live by, but to persons of that class, the language of the poet will apply with peculiar truth.

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