LXXV. - THE INTRODUCTION INTO EUROPE. IDE. OF CHRISTIANITY [GEORGE B. IDE, D. D., is a native of Vermont, and a graduate of Middlebury College in that State. He has been for some years pastor of the First Baptist Ch. in Springfield, Mass. His sermons, many of which have been printed. are marked by vigor of expression and a fertile fancy. He has written several popular hymns, and is the author of "Green Hollow, or the Power of Kindness," a story of real life. Troas was a region in the northwest part of Asia Minor, ruled over by the ancient kings of Ilium, or Troy, a famous city taken by the Greeks under command of Agamemnon. Tenedos is a small island off the coast of Troas. Philippi was a town in Macedonia, in the northern part of Greece. Illyricum, now Illyria, is a country lying on the east coast of the Adriatic.] Ar the port of Troas, a spot rich in memories of the olden time, with the ruins of Ilium in the distance, and the classic waves of the Ægean breaking at their feet, were now assembled Paul, Silas, Timothy, and Luke - four 5 obscure and unknown voyagers, but bound on a mightier mission than had ever before been wafted over these farfamed waters. Across the narrow strait on which they gazed, the ships of Greece had come to the siege of Troy, and full in their 10 view lay the renowned Tenedos. Along the very coast where they stood, the myriads of Xerxes had proudly marched, while his fleet covered the sea. And, in later days, the same isle-gemmed billows had been ploughed by many a Roman galley, exulting in the pomp of victory. But never 15 had they borne a freight so precious, or one charged with such vast results as that which was now to be committed to their keeping. A lowly bark, whose name no historian has recorded, and no poet has sung, puts forth from the haven and wooes 20 the favoring breeze. No sound of trumpet announces its departure; no shouting multitudes cheer it on its way; no banners floating from its masts proclaim the greatness of its embassy. And yet it bears destinies more grand than those of Agamemnon or Alexander. On its deck, in the persons of those toil-worn and unregarded wayfarers, stand the messengers of the living God; and in the simple doctrine of a crucified Christ, which they go to publish, there resides an all-conquering power, which 5 shall prostrate the idolatry of Greece, silence its oracles, confound its philosophy, and pour upon its population the beams of heavenly truth; and which, spreading that truth to the farthest regions of the West, shall elevate its barbarian hordes to the pinnacle of civilization, and render 10 them centres of intellectual and moral light to the again darkened East. Speeded by propitious gales, the little craft reaches its destination. Paul treads the heroic soil of Macedon, and begins, at Philippi, that series of evangelical conflicts and 15 successes, in which, through all the provinces of Greece, from Corinth to Illyricum, he "fully preached the gospel of Christ." [The following scene is taken from the historical play of "King Henry VIII." Cardinal Wolsey had been prime minister of England, the possessor of enormous wealth and unbounded power, but, in losing the favor of the king, had lost all. Cromwell was a friend and member of his household, who remained faithful to his bencfactor in his fallen fortunes.] WOL. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him; 5 The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening-nips his root; And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 10 This many summers, in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. A still and quiet conscience. 25 I humbly thank his grace, 30 Why, well; The king has cured me, and from these shoulders, These ruined pillars, out of pity, taken A load would sink a navy- too much honor. O, 't is a burden, Cromwell, 't is a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. CROM. I am glad your grace has made that right use of it (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,) To endure more miseries, and greater far, * That is, the ruin which princes inflict. CROM. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord chancellor, in your place. WOL. That's somewhat sudden; But he's a learned man. May he continue 10 Long in his highness's favor, and do justice 15 For truth's sake, and his conscience; that his bones, CROM. That Cranmer is returned with welcome, Installed lord archbishop of Canterbury. WOL. That's news, indeed. CROM. Last, that the Lady Anne,* Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, 20 This day was viewed in open, as his queen, Going to chapel; and the voice is now Only about her coronation. WOL. There was the weight that pulled me down! 0 25 The king has gone beyond me; all my glories In that one woman I have lost forever. No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors, Or gild again the noble troops that waited That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him *Anne Boleyn, the second wife of King Henry VIII 5 (I know his noble nature) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell, For thine own future safety. O my lord, Свом. Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, WOL. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear 15 Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, - say, I taught thee; Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, 30 To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, 35 There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 't is the king's; my robe, |