Henry Vincent and others
Dear Vincent Clan's
I am LadyHawk. Of recent I acciured the Book list below.
In this book, I found the following article. Hope it helps.
LadyHawk Jan 12 2004
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EVERY SATURDAY:
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JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING,
SELECTED FROM
FORIEGN CURRANT LITRATURE
VOL. V
JANUARY TO JUNE, 1868.
BOSTON:
TICKNOR AND FIELDS.
1868
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UNIVERSITY PRESS: WELCH, BIGELOW, & Co.,
CAMBRIDGE
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HARDBACK BOOK DATES:
EVERY SATURDAY:
A JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING,
SELECTED FROM FOREIGN CURRANT LITERATURE.
Vol. V]SATURDAY, JANUARY 4, 1868.[No.105.
THRUOGH
Vol. V]SATURDAY, JUNE 27, 1868.[No.130.
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EVERY SATURDAY:
A JOURNAL OF CHOICE READING,
SELECTED FROM FOREIGN CURRANT LITERATURE.
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Vol. V]SATURDAY, JANUARY 4, 1868.[No.105.
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FOREIGN NOTESPAGE 29-32
MR. HENRY VINCENT writes from Providence, R.I., the following letter to the
London Morning Star: "In my pleasent rambles through this wonderful country,
enjoying the hearty hospitality of its generous people, I fell the other day
upon the pretty town of Newburyport, Massachustts. This town stands at the mouth
of the Merrimack River, and has a population of 14,000 people. It is the seat of
a large ship-building trade, and the cotton manufactures also flourishes. There
is, as in most New England towns, a good puplic library, and the common schools
are very effective. The streets arewide, and the houses neat and substantial.
I was struck by the English appearance of an old inn, 'The General Wolfe.' The
signboard is more than a century old, and swings in the air from a projecting
bar; a rough likeness of General Wolfe, of Quebec notoriety, is painted upon
it. The town is famous for giving birth to William Lloyd Garrison, whose name
will forever be associated with the overthrow of negro slavery. But what
created the greatest intrest was the fact that George Whitefield suddenly died
there, from an attack of asthma, on the 30th of September, 1770. I thought it
strange that the great Nonconformist was buried in the first Presbyterian
Church. It appears, however, that it was contrary to the law of Massachustts
for two Congregational churches to be formed in the same town, so the brethren
who set up the second church, under the pastorage of the good Mr. Parsons,
adopted the Presbyterian polity to evade the law. In this church, under the
pulpit, are buried all that is mortal of Mr. Parsons and another worthy, and the
Rev. George Whitefield. In the company of the Rev. J. Spalding, D.D., and
Hiram A. Senney, Esq., I visited this old church. We descended into a cellar,
through a trap-door behind the pulpit, and removing a padlock from an upright
door, we entered the tomb of the great preacher. The coffin of Whitefield is
placed across the other two and the upper part of the lid opens upon hinges.
We opened the coffin carefully, and by the light of our lamp saw all that was
mortal of the eloquent divine, who had crossed the Atlantic thirteen times to
preach the gospal. The bones are backened, as though they were charred by fire.
The skull is perfect. I placed my hand upon the forhead, and thought of the time
when the active brain within throbbed with love to God and man,--when those
silent lips, moved by eloquent speech, swayed the people of England from the
churchyard in Islington to Kennington Comman, from the hills and valles of
Gloucestershire to the mouths of the Cornish mines, and on through the growing
colonies of America. In those days of High Church pantomine, when so many
attempts are made to galvanize the dead past, would it not be well to turn our
attention to the times of Whitefield and his glorious friend Wesley, to see what
was done for the salvation of souls by the faith and power of these divinely
inspired servants of Christ ?Not by 'new decoration and scenery,' -- not by
'candles' and 'crosses,' -- not by what Wycliffe boldly called the 'priests'
rags,' -- or by 'Pan-Anglican Synods,' -- or by moaning out bits of Scripture in
unearthly chants, -- but by such lives as those of Whitefield and Wesley are the
people to be reached and won. I confess that, as an Englishman, I envy America
the possession of the earthly remains of dear George Whitefield; but perhaps it
is appropriate that, while England claims the dust of Wesly, the Great Republic
should be the guarian of the dust of his holy brother. May the two nations grow
into a closer sympathy with each other, not only in the memory of the mighty
dead, but in their living aspirations for truth and liberty."
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