Christian herald. (Portland ;) 1882-18??, July 06, 1883, Page 6, Image 6

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that is greater than"the church.
church being the highest and only
executive body that Christ has
authorized to carry forward his
work of salvation, how necessary
that the church assert its right to
send the gospel to the world. It is
the high privilege of church to
enjoy supreme love for Christ and
fraternal love for every member of
his body, and a superhuman philan­
thropy toward the fallen race that
would make the words of Christ
ping in every ear, “ Go and preach
the gospel to every creature.”
Every church that has a member
that can preach, knows of his abili­
ties better than others. And it is
the high privilege of that church to
ordain him (as Antioch did the
apostles) and send him well sup­
ported to preach the word to others.
When the church learns the
“blessedness of sending the gospel to
the perishing and supporting him
whom it sends, until the missionary
and every minister can look baek
to the home church for his support
it will be a joy to the church and
the world, and save the passing hat.
■ Scio, Oregon.
I ndianapolis , I nd .,
June 14, 1883.
Dear Bro.:
’'When I arrived in this city our
old friend, David Rohrer, was
waiting for me at the Union depot.
He had a well matured plan to get
a joke on me by approaching me
with “ Have a cab, sir ?” But I
spoiled his fun, by recognizing him
at a distance. He took me in his
buggy and drove to his residence,
347 S. Meridan street, where Mary
and Alice greeted me with a most
cordial welcome.
Charlie, who
came in later from business, was
pleased to see his old tjacher. My
. stay in the city thus far has been
made most pleasant b\’ the kind
offices of this family with whom I
have spent most of my time. It is
like an oasis in a desert to meet
such exceptionally warmhearted,
noble people They are still en­
gaged manufacturing and selling
their " Lung Cure.” . The virtue of
this remedy is vouched for by a
very large list of testimonials. The
eales have been, I understand, all
that could irave been expected from
" the limited amount of advertising
1 arrived in Indianapolis just at
OiiiiìSTÌAltf ÜístiAt,©.
the time of the semi-centennial an­ NEW ENGLAND LETTERS.
niversary of the founding of the
church in the city. A programme
S tone H all , M ass .,
was carried through with President
JunA 12, 1883.
Pendleton, of Bethany College, lead­
Dear Friends at Horne :
ing Sunday morning with an ad­
How seldom—we think of it, yet
dress, followed in the evening by
for how much of the beauty that
President EveTt, of the Butler Uni­
touches our daily lives we are in­
versity. Monday evening, Bro.
debted to Concord, that most de­
Love H. Jemeson, an old pioneer,
lightful of our historical towns.
extensively known as a vocalist,
Only a country village then, and
read in good style a well prepared
now, yet it sounded the key note of
paper giving a succinct and graphic
our political freedom; for more
history of the church for fifty years.
than a century has been the nursery
Bro. Jemeson is a cousin of Sister
of American literature and the seat
Lindsay, arid a double cousin of
of the new World Philosophy.
Bro..T. D. Humphreys, of Hillsboro.
You would never imagine that upon
I learn from him that the lady of
its rocky soil the Corcord grape
whom I spake at Eureka Springs
had its origin or that the man who
as the sister of Bro. Humphreys delights thousands of readers as the
was not his sister, but the sister of
editor of Harpers Easy Chair toiled
some other man of that name—
upoQ one of its small stony farms
possibly Capt. Humphreys, of Al­
in his youth. Salem talks of the
bany. Bro. Jemeson is one of that
sea, of the time when it was a city
noble band of workers who entered
and the ships from India came
early and bore the burden and
home laden with treasure, but
heat of the day and are now passing
Concord proudly says, few are the
rapidly away.-----
places that can boast the occasion,
Tuesday was occupied in the
the sculptor, and the poet, and point
morning by Bro. I)r? Brown who
to the battle ground upon which
subscribed for the first No. of the
stands the minute man sculptured
CAri/rfian Baptist in Indiana and
by French and with a thrill repeats
who was the first person excluded
the lines of Emerson upon the
from the Baptist church in this
pedestal beneath :
State for the heresy of “ Campbell-
ism.” His synopsis was a fine '* By the rude bridge that arched the
summing up of the progress and
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
effects of the Reformation in this Here the embattled farmers stood
And fired the shot heard round the
and a few of the adjoining counties.
The evening was cccupied by Bro.
We went by way of Walden
I. Errett of the Standard in a
pleasant address on “ Our Work in Pond, and to reach it, left the
the Future.” The time was one of carriages in the high road, (stowing
general rejoicing, and the prospects* first all wraps and overshoes under
for the second half of the century the seats, as the sun came out
of the church in Indianapolis are bright and warm from behind the
cloud where it had been hidden all
peculiarly flattering.
Last evening I went with Mr. the morning,) and rambled in groups
Rohrer to witness the graduating down the path to the water and
exercises of the high school with a around the pebbly shore where
list of forty-one graduates. The Thoreau so often walked with
programme was highly creditable nature, learning her secrets as
both to the young gentlemen and Emerson prettily said:
young ladies, all of whom acquitted ‘‘ It seemed as if the breezes brought
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themselves with credit. The exer­ • him, -
cises were not, however, better tnan It seemed as if the sparrows taught him,”
those generally witnessed in what other people never dreamed.
Oregon, with this important excep­ Pine and chesnut woods come
tion, that the girls spoke out with down close to the Pond which is
clear, cultured voices, loud enough perhaps a mile and a half in cir­
to be heard with great distinctness. cumference. No doubt the Rhodora
This evening I shall attend grows near by but we did not find
prayer meeting, and arrange for a it. It was a ride of perhaps* two
few lectures -before leaving the miles to the battle ground where
city. I expect to arrive in Cincin­ we lunched, supplementing Stone
nati in about ten days. Christian Hall fare with 3»ananas and straw­
love to ail the brethren.
berries bought at the village gro­
Yours in the truth,
cery. There is no hotel in Concord
T, F. C ampbell .
and you would have laughed
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heartily to have heard the driver’s
experience in getting his dinner. ■
When the fragments were gathered
up and the baskets put away, an
Illinois lady whose elocution is
somewhat noted Atood upon the old-----
stone wall and Read Paul Revere’s
Ride, while the forty five who com­
posed the party tried to imagine
how the “ farmers gave them ball
for ball from behind each fence and
farmyard wall.” Then with the
spirit of ’75 thus freshened, all
marched across the bridge to get a
nearer view of the minute men,
bending forward so intently, and
there looking back over the bridge
trgm whence we came, and over
which rang the tramp of the British
so^^ers> _
• tol‘1 ox er again the
story of the 19th of April
’75. The
battle ground is a part of the farm
l»elonging to the Old Manse, the
road now only going down to the
river and just across it to the mon­
ument. History and poetry and
romance are so’ interwoven with
the past of the Old Manse that it is
hard to separate them. From one
of its upper windows the wife of
Wm. Emerson looked out at the
battle and I think it was first built
as the Emerson homestead. It is
very old, unpainted, two stories
high, with windows also under the
old fashioned roof; the grounds are
quite extensive and were especially
attractive in their June beauty and
fragrance, which returns with 'each
successive springtime and mocks
the illustrious line of men and
women that have come and gone
across the threshold to return no
more save in. name and «tory.- It
is more for Hawthorne’s sake than
anyother that we love the Old
Manse, and remembering how he
talked of the apple trees in this
very orchard some of us crossed the
meadow from the bridge and
climbed the wall from whence the
orchard reaches to the Manse and
slopes down to the old boat house .
on the river’s brink. We plucked
moss from the grotesque old branch -
es and stooped for buttercups and
clover blooming in the tall June
grass through which we waded;
the river shone in the sunlight and
swept by without a ripple to tell
the tale of Concord days. Two old
ladies inhabit the old house, keep­
ing for protection against tramps
and tourists a big white and yellow
dog. The dog did not appear at
first and some of the girls ventured
near the house by the avenue.
They were requested to leave in no
very delicate way and they did sq