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country, by their courage, endurance that the old Italian masters could defend and heroism, released themselves from themselves on good ground and say: the Spanish dominion under Philip the “We feel called upon as artists to do Second, the son of Charles the Fifth, this one thing, and you exact of us another. mighty emperor of the world, and If the task you would impose on us is achieved in the religion of liberty their the only legitimate one, we could accompolitical and religious freedom. This plish it better by abandoning art, and civil industry, this enterprise in great entering upon some other vocation in things and small, in their own land as which we could find resources and prinwell as beyond the ocean, this careful ciples more adequate to the purpose. In and at the same time pure and handsome throwing contempt upon us, you throw well-to-do-ness, the joy and spiritedness contempt upon art as such; and owing of self-confidence, this totality of their to the fact that you have a distorted own activity, serves to explain the con- conception of its mission, you destroy tents of their works of art. But this men's confidence in and regard for that material is no common stuff, nor to be important branch of human activity to approached with the supercilious air of wbich you have devoted your life, and those belonging to extra-polite society.* which, according to the divine arrargeIn this feeling of a noble nationality ment, has proved itself to be an essential Rembrandt painted his celebrated Watch and significant element and factor in in Amsterdam, Van Eyck many of his the onward movement of history and portraits, Wouverman his cavalry civilization." scenes; and here belong also the rustic situation's, frolics and comicalities." Now let us hear what the English
Barbara Fritchie and Her Pastor. critic has to say in regard to the Dutch school :
[Some of the younger readers of the Guar“But the object of the great body of DIAN, may not have seen Whittier's beautiful
For their benefit them is merely to display manual dex- ballad on Barbara Fritchie.
we will give it a place here, followed by a terities of one kind or another, and this friendly comment of it by her spiritual adviser.] effect on the public mind is so totally for evil, that though I do not deny the Up from the meadows rich with corn, advantage an artist of real judgment clear in the cool September morn, may derive from the study of some of them, I conceive the best patronage that The clustered spires of Frederick stand, any monarch could possibly bestow
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
upon the arts would be to collect the whole Round about them orchards sweep, body of them into a grand gallery and Apple and peach tree fruited deep, burn it to the ground.'
The fact is, Ruskin is a bundle of ab- Fair as the garden of the Lord surdities and inconsistencies. He has a
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde, cordial contempt for the German meta- On that pleasant morn of the early fall physicians. If he had given a little pa- When Lee marched over the mountain-wall, — tient attention to some of them, he might have been relieved from many of his Over the mountains winding down, faults. They assign to art its functions Horse and foot, into Frederick town. and limits in a manner which commends Forty flags with their silver stars, itself to all thinking men. They furnish Forty flags with their crimson bars, the only fair standpoint from which to judge of the importance of the various Flapped in the morning wind: the sun spheres of art as well as of its individual Of noon looked down, and saw not one. productions. They would teach him Up rose old Barbara Fritchie then,
Bowed with her four-score years and ten; * No English could possibly bring out the expressiveness of Hegel's language : “ Das ist Bravest of all in Frederick town, aber kein gemeiner Stoff und Gehalt, zu dem She took up the flag the men hauled down; man freilich nicht mit der Vornehmigkeit einer hohen Nase von Hof und Hoflichkeiten her aus In her attic window the staff she set guter Gesellschaft herankommen muss.” To show that one heart was loyal yet.
chewing evil. And whilst Whittier gives Up the street came the rebel tread,
her more praise than the actual facts Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
warrant, she was capable of doing all Under his slouched hat left and right
the good he ascribes to her. ConcernHe glanced: the old flag met his sight. ing this ballad one might reverse the
popular saying in this piece: There is « Halt!” —the dust-brown ranks stood fast.
more poetry than truth in it. “ Fire!"-out blazed the rifie-blast,
Many of our readers personally knew It shivered the window, pane and sash;
Dr. D. Zacharias, of Frederick, Md., It rent the banner with seam and gash. now of sainted memory; a most genial
brother in Christ, a warm-hearted and Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff,
impressive preacher, a model pastor, a Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.
kindly and hospitable host, and a welShe leaned far out on the window-sill,
come guest. His amiable, social qualiAnd shook it forth with a royal will.
ties endeared him to hearts and homes
in many parts of our country. The Syn“Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, od of the Reformed Church often sent But spare your country's flag!” she said.
him as delegate to corresponding bodies A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
of other Churches; an office which he Over the face of the leader came;
always filled with acceptance and suc
cess. Several times he represented bis The nobler nature within him stirred
Church in the General Synod of the To life at that woman's deed and word.
Reformed (Dutch) Church of America. “Who touches a hair of yon gray head
During such a meeting at Hudson, N. Y., Dies like a dog! March on!” he said, he happened to be the guest of an ex
cellent family, whose members loved All day long through Frederick street,
him and his ever thereafter. His kind Sounded the tread of marching feet;
hostess recently furnished the following All day long that free flag tost
pleasing reminiscences of Barbara FritOver the heads of the rebel host.
chie and her pastor to the Republican of
Hudson, N. Y.: Ever its torn folds rose and fell
In the June of 1867, a General Synod On the loyal winds that loved it well;
of the Dutch Reformed Church, was And through the hill-gaps sunset light
held in this city. It brought to our doors Shone over it with a warm good-night. some of the very best minds and char
acters in the United States; men wbose Barbara Fritchie's work is o'er,
presence among us, for a season, was at And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.
least, a benediction. Our citizens geneHonor to her! and let a tear
rally offered to entertain them; we said Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall's bier.
that we would take two.
It was dinner time of the first day of Over Barbara Fritchie's grave,
Synod when a very tall gentleman Flag of Freedom and Union wave!
with a very stiff and white cravat, was
brought to our house, and introduced to Peace and order and beauty draw Round thy symbol of light and law;
us as coming from the most northern
portion of the State; he has nothing to And ever the stars above look down
do with this story—it was not his fault, On thy stars below in Frederick town!
poor man, that clime and flood were
cold-only that he contrasted so strongly When poets fib we call it poetic li- with our second guest—that I often cense. It is annoying, after one bas had think of the two men as negatively and his patriotic heart set ablaze with such a affirmatively illustrating the oft repeated stirring poem, to be told that dame Frit- quotation—"One touch of nature makes chie never played the heroine as Whit- the whole earth akin.”-So came our tier tells it. She is no myth, but a verit- second guest-he begged to go directly able person. Not an amazon either, to his room, and refresh himself from breathing out threatening and slaughter, the dust and heat of some five hundred but a pious matron, loving God, and es- miles of travel-he had come directly through from home, and I must be al- ever party held Frederick was sure to lowed to introduce him here, as Dr. be represented by its soldiers at that Zacharias, pastor of the German Re- spring's side. There during hot summer formed Church, of Frederick city, Md. days, they would lounge and lie in the We had but one association with Fred- shade of Barbara's stoop.
You can see erick City, and that was with Barbara it in the photographs of the home. that Fritchie.' When the Doctor had dusted have been for sale everywhere. Barbara and refreshed himself he came out into was lame for many years, and walked our midst, with the loving, fatherly air of with a cane. If the boys in blue were the good old man-he was glad to hear there, oli Barbara was very gracious ; the language of Quakerism. He bad a she would come down and lend her tune very darling daughter who had married blers or her dipper, give biscuits or do into a Friend's family-in less than an anything to oblige; but she was very hour, he had won the hearts of all our short indeed with the Confederates, and children, and had introduced to us in a would drive them off her premises with few warm words the different members a very majestic motion of her cane. They of his own household. We knew how might occasionally threaten to shoot the refreshing were his daughter's hymns, old woman, but she had her way unand what a treasure the son, that he had harmed. The nieces who made the fain Baltimore, was to him. Of course it mily, were very much annoyed, the Docwas not long before we asked if he knew tor said, at the notoriety Whittier's balBarbara Fritchie? “O! yes, indeed !” | lad had given to their aunt.
It was no he said, “I was her pastor for many trifling matter in those troubled days, to years, and I buried her."
be a marked character, when one mornWe were delighted ; Barbara was not ing the streets were lined with blue coats then a myth. We crowded fast the ques- and their glittering steel, and by night tions. Any doubt breathed upon the fall, as if the earth had swallowed them, fact of Whittier's beautiful ballad, had they were gone, and the Confederates been to us as a wrong done unto the race. had the town in full possession. We were now brought, as it were, into The likeness of Barbara Fritchie sold the very presence of Barbara herself, in at some of the fairs, in Philadelphia, had the person of her pastor,
been a great trial to them. They were
anxious to suppress any more being “ Bravest of all in Frederick town,"
taken; they were quiet folks themselves, had she held
and hated publicity. “Ay! yes,” said the “ The flag the men hauled down.”
Doctor, tenderly, "I was Barbara Frit
chie's pastor; for nearly thirty years I We held our breath and waited an- handed her the cup and the bread; at swer. The clear kind eyes looked truth- our communion service she always parfully into our own. “She was equal to took, as had been her life-long habit, anything of the kind !” he said quietly; standing, and afterwards was sure to “and Frederick itself could not be more shake hands cordially with her pastor.” truthfully painted, than by those two My husband was seventh in descent lines of Whittier :
from an ancestor who was whipped in “The clustered spires of Frederick stand,
Boston, for his allegiance to his religious Green walled by the hills of Maryland.”
opinion—upon the day that Mary Dyre
was hung. Though intimate with many Singularly enough, the churches are clergymen, he was bitterly opposed to all grouped together; within a stone's any sacerdotal assumption; he did not throw of each other. But Stonewall like the man who thought he was necesJackson never could enter Frederick in sary to any other man's salvation. He that direction, or pass Dame Barbara's drew a very sharp distinction between house in doing so—her home was upon the pastor and the priest. He came home the banks of Carroll Creek and West one evening after our guest bad retired. Patrick street. Directly opposite her I was eager to tell him of the good man. house is the town spring, whose waters “Ay! my dear,” he said decidedly, “I have bubbled up refreshingly during all lay my hands suddenly on no man. I the
years of our bitter strife. Which fell back upon my intuitione.
• Ne'er to me, howe'er disguised, bad been particularly annoyed this auComes the saint unrecognizea.”
tumn, by a gentleman and lady from I was sure of the Doctor.
Ohio. They insisted upon the truth of They met at the breakfast table, and every line of Whittier's ballad, begged they enjoyed each other's society for sev- a brick from the old fire-place-anything eral days afterward; but my husband for a relic. In vain the quaint old lawas not yet willing—to my very great dies denied their Aunt Barbara's valor. disgust-to canonize our guest.
had The last morving the Doctor was with passed her door, nor had she ever defied us, he was to preach before Synod. He rebel shot with her old, grey head. The took his text from that precious prayer strangers were indignant, and were overof our divine Master, for the oneness of heard to say, as they walked out, that His disciples-I thiuk that it was the they could not believe one word these 21st verse of the 17th chapter of St. old women had said. John. I did not hear him, but
hus- The Doctor took me to Barbara's band did; he came home with his face grave; it is in the “God's acre,” of beaming with pleasure—“The Doctor," the Reformed Church-a flat stone he said, “ has given us an excellent ser- covers it—I gathered some grasses, and mod, and the seal of his discipleship in the Doctor scraped away the grass to his living recognition of the unity of all read the record there, remarking as he believers.
did so, that he had not before noticed But I am telling you more of Barbara that Dame Barbara was some years her Fritchie's pastor thau of Barbara her husband's senior; and the waters of Carself.
roll Creek, in the diverted form of the Barbara Haner was born, December mill race, still wash around her last rest3, 1766, in Lancaster, Pa. Her parents ing place and that of her husband's, and removed to Frederick City, Md., when many friends. she was quite a child. On May 6th, 1806, The strife was over when I saw Fredshe was married by Rev. Mr. Wagner, erick City, and to me it is ever more as to John Casper Fritchie, also of Fred a vision of peace, but the Rebellion killed erick; and she died, December 18, 1862, many that shot and shell had spared -at the advanced age of 96 years and 15 and among its victims was Barbara Fritdays.
chie's pastor. He died in the March of Barbara's house was torn down before 1873, of some disorganization of the heart, I saw Frederick, to widen, I think, a contracted during those exciting days. mill run that Carroll Creek was to sup
Under lock and key, among my treaply with water.
sures, I have a small bottle of dark red A cane from Barbara Fritchie's win-wine. It is the remains of some given dow-sill, was given to my husband, when to the Doctor at a congregational party, in the autumn of 1867, he attended an by Barbara Fritchie, and made by her agricultural fair held at Frederick; and own hands. another cane was given to Gen. Grant; When Barbara Fritchie's pastor died, so the window-sill has become historic. he requested that some of this wine
In the autumn of 1872, I spent some should be sent to us. It is sealed, and rich days in Frederick City. I saw "The will descend, I hope, to generations when green walls of Maryland," and the Barbara Fritchie will live in unquesabundant fruitage that they hemmed in tioned heroism. For, was she pot-as Con every side. I was taken to see Bar- her pastor had said of her-equal to bara's nieces; elderly, plain, but very any emergency?
A FRIEND excellent women. I had the advantage
Of Barbara Fritchie's pastor. of an introduction to them by their pas- HUDSON, April 4th, 1879. tor's wife. They had been about worn out since the war, by the hunters of relics. They had come down upon them in
The God who loves the penitent sin hordes from the north, south, east and per, hates his sins, and is determined west. They would have carried off the that he shall hate them, and be separaold lady's roof tree, inch by inch, ifted from them: this is good news to a they could have done so. The family sin-sick soul.
A CERTAIN official in St. Petersburg | ther, “the little girl we saw walking died, leaving his wife and three children with her father in the woods yesterwithout any means of support. Ere day?!!! long mother and children were brought Oh
mother. Wasn't she beautito want. The little ones had been taught ful ?”. to pray, and to trust God for daily "She was a gentle, loving little thing, bread.' But the bread failed to be sent, and her father was very kind to her. and they were all very hungry. At Do you remember what she said when length a boy of seven years wrote the they came to the narrow bridge over following letter to his heavenly Father : the brook ?”
“I don't like to think about that “ DEAR GOD!—My sister wishes to have bridge, mother; it makes me giddy. something to eat. Send me three Copeken, Don't you think it is very dangerous, so that I can buy her some bread.”
just those two loose planks laid across,
and no railing? If she had stepped a With this letter in hand, he hastened little on either side, she would have in search of a letter box. But he was fallen into the water." too short, and could not reach up to put “Do you remember what she said ?” it in. Just as he was vaidly trying to asked the mother. put it in, the pastor of the family passed
“ Yes, mamma; she stopped a minute, along. He asked the boy what he was as if afraid to go over, and then looked doing, who gave him his letter to read. up into her father's face and asked him Tears rolled down the good man's face, to take hold of her hand, and said, 'You as he took the boy by the hand to go will take hold of me, dear father ; I home with him. "Out of his scanty don't feel afraid when you have hold of purse be at once helped the needy family. my hand.' And her father looked so On the following Sunday he took the two lovingly upon her and took tight hold oldest children with him to church of her hand, as if she were very precious the smallest was still an infant. He to him.” preached on mercy, and told his people "Well, my child," said the mother, the above incident, as he pointed to the “. I think David felt just like that little two children. At the close of the ser- girl when he wrote these words
have mon he came down from the pulpit, and asked me about.” himself carried the basket through “ Was David going over a bridge, the congregation. The gathered gifts mother ?" amounted to 1,500 rubles, equal to “Nut such a bridge as the one we $1,125. In this way God answered the saw in the woods; but he bad come to little boy's letter.
some difficult place in his life there was some trouble before him that made
him afraid, and he looked up to God Trust in God.
just as that little girl looked up to her father, and said, Preserve me, O God,
for in Thee do I put my trust. It is “MOTIIER,” said
what just as if he had said, 'Please take care did David mean when he said, “Pre- of me, my kind heavenly Father; I do serve me, O God, for in Thee do I put not feel afraid when Thou art with me my trust?'"
and taking hold of my hand.'”-S. S. “Do you remember,” said her mo- Visitor.