Describes a sermon he attended at Chapin's church. Transcription: Evening, was talking nationality with [Alfred] Waud and Miss Winney, lady boarder, when Mr [Henry] Hart and [Dillon] Mapother called. Through the wet muddy streets to the Universalist chapel. [] Chapin preached. His text was of John in the Wilderness. He spake of the difference between Jesus of Nazareth, and all the wise and good men History has spoken of, perceptible to all of us. Of Socrates, of Plato (closely akin in philosophy to Christianity,) of Confucius. Of the Transcendentalists ? that high and holy as Nature
Describes a sermon he attended at Chapin's church. Transcription: Evening, was talking nationality with [Alfred] Waud and Miss Winney, lady boarder, when Mr [Henry] Hart and [Dillon] Mapother called. Through the wet muddy streets to the Universalist chapel. [] Chapin preached. His text was of John in the Wilderness. He spake of the difference between Jesus of Nazareth, and all the wise and good men History has spoken of, perceptible to all of us. Of Socrates, of Plato (closely akin in philosophy to Christianity,) of Confucius. Of the Transcendentalists ? that high and holy as Nature is, more than that is needed for support under the inflictions and sorrows of life. We need more, and [unclear words] know Religion offers more. That Nature cannot console us when all the commonalities of reason are swept away in the passion of grief consequent in the death of one we love. That to bid the bereaved mother look up to the cold clear stars which have for ages gazed on human sorrows would be but sorry comfort. That, even as Confucius predicted, and Socrates hope, Deity had sent one this Earth, One resembling him in all things. That cavel or doubt or compare text as one may, the grand results of Christianity prove its truth no less that do the silent witness of man ?s own heart. That, at this time of the year it is right to think of this things, that Familiarity make not our Faith a dead letter with us. / I would to God I were a better Christian than I am, now. If Belief I have, it is inert and torpid. 23. Monday. Down town to the Era Office. Sate there conversing with [Thomas] Picton, Atwood and Bradbury for half an hour, then called at Park Place, saw [Charles F.] Anderson for a few moments, drank with young Fred [Anderson], and incontinently returned home. Newspapers arriving, sate reading all the gusty, chilly afternoon till Charley [Brown] came. (A letter also from George Bolton. Melancholic, [Lord] Byronized, [Thomas] Carlylish, cordial and intellecturally aff
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