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Charleston harbor, bound for New York, and
having on board among the passengers the wives—about twenty in number-and
children belonging to the soldiers stationed in
Fort Sumter, a somewhat exciting scene
occurred. On nearing the fort the whole garrison was seen, mounted on the top of
the ramparts, and when the ship was passing fired a gun and gave three
heart-thrilling cheers as a parting farewell to the dear loved ones on board,
whom they may possibly never meet again this side the grave.
" The response was weeping and '
wavering adieux' to husbands and fathers. A small hand pent up in an isolated
fort, and completely surrounded by instruments of death, as five forts could he
seen from the steamer's deck, with their guns pointing toward Sumter.
" As the ship proceeded on her
voyage, the earnest prayer of many sympathizing hearts on board was that no
collision would ever take place between these men, so hostilely arrayed against
each other, but who are in reality brothers."
REV. NICHOLAS MURRAY, D.D.
THE death of the Rev. Dr. Murray,
of Elizabeth, New Jersey, which occurred on the 4th of February, 1861, is a loss
to the Church and the world. We present his portrait in this paper, and desire
to record, in a few words, our sense of his worth and his greatness, and our
personal sorrow in the decease of a valued correspondent and a beloved friend.
He was a native of Ireland, and
largely endowed with the finest qualities peculiar to the noblest sons of the
Emerald Isle. His warm and glowing heart, his genial humor, his sparkling wit,
the ready repartee, the enthusiastic temperament, the generous disposition, were
the natural traits of character that made him the best of company and the most
constant of friends.
He was born on Christmas-day, in
the year 1802. While he was yet a mere boy his father died, and young Nicholas
was put into a store to begin, al-most without education, the struggle and
labors of life. At the early age of twelve he was keeping a set of books in a
store in Dublin. Induced by the reports from America to believe that his chances
of success would be greater here, he came to this country in 1818, and
immediately found employment in the establishment of Harper & Brothers, and a
home in the family of his employers. While here, he was brought into such
associations and under such influences as led him to forsake the man Catholic
Church, in which he had been born, and first connecting himself as a probationer
with the John Street Methodist Episcopal Church, soon after became a member of
the Brick Presbyterian Church, of which Dr. Spring was and is the pastor.
While yet at work at the printing
press he commenced study in preparation for the ministry, in connection with a
fellow-apprentice, now the Rev. P. C. Oakley, of Cold Spring., New York. He
entered Williams College, under the Presidency of the distinguished Dr. Edward
Dorn Griffin, and graduated with honor in 1826; and afterward pursued a thorough
course of theological study at the
Seminary in Princeton, New
Jersey. After a few months of itinerant service in connection with the American
Tract Society, he was settled over two churches in Wyoming Valley, Wilkesbarre
and Kingston, Pennsylvania. His remarkable pulpit talents and his high promise
attracted attention, and in 1833 he was called and installed pastor of the First
Presbyterian Church in Elizabethtown, New Jersey, one of the largest churches in
the Presbyterian denomination. Here he spent the remainder of his life,
twenty-eight years of eminent usefulness, untiring labor, and the most enviable
of human distinction—a career marked by ceaseless devotion to the best interests
of his people and the highest good of the human family. The various institutions
of Christian benevolence called him to their councils, and he served them with
self-denying activity. The cause of education in the Church and in the State was
an object to which he gave constant attention; and colleges, seminaries, and
schools found him an appreciating director, supporter, and friend.
In the year 1847 he addressed a
series of letters to Bishop Hughes, the distinguished prelate at the head of the
Roman Catholic Church in New York. These letters first appeared in the New York
Observer, and were extensively reprinted in other papers, languages, and lands.
They presented the history of the writer's progress from Roman-ism to
Protestantism, and examined the reasons for adhering to the Church of Rome. The
vivacious style, the genial humor, biting sarcasm, anecdotes, incidents,
illustration, argument, and appeals blended so harmoniously as to give them a
popularity perhaps without a parallel in religious literature. The first series
was followed by a sec-end and third. The none de Prune of the writer, KIRWAN,
could not conceal the New Jersey divine, and his name became familiar in all
Christian lands. Crossing a ferry in Scotland the boatman approached him, and
saying he had been told by some one on board that be was from America, asked "
if he had ever seen a man by the name of Kirwan there ?" He had been reading his
letters to Bishop Hughes, and would like to hear about the author.
Dr. Murray made two or three
journeys in Europe, seeking relaxation from his arduous labors, and gathering
materials for those contributions which he gave to the press. His letters have
been collected in volumes, and are published under the following titles : "
Letters to Bishop Hughes;" " Romanism at Home ;" " Men and Things in Europe;"
"American Principles on National Prosperity ;" " Parish and Other Pencilings ;"
" The Happy Home."
On Friday, February 1, he was
attacked by neuralgia in the chest ; the distress continued with-out awakening
serious apprehensions until Monday the 4th, in the evening, when a sudden
fainting fit, under intense pain, gave him warning that his hour had come. "My
work is done," he said; and giving his dying counsel to his family, send
ing messages to absent friends,
commending those he loved, his church, and his country, and his own spirit to
the God whom he served, he lifted up his hands, pronounced a parting blessing on
all around him, and with all the calmness and composure of one " lying down to
pleasant dreams," he fell asleep.
In person Dr. Murray was a model
of manly vigor; of middle height, broad chest and shoulders, with a round ruddy
face, a broad, high forehead, and benevolent, pleas-ant expression of
countenance, his appearance was at once attractive and commanding. In
conversation, overflowing with humor, he was the soul of good company. As a
pastor he was always at work, ready- at every call; in the chamber of sickness,
in the homes of the poor, among the young — every where he was found, and always
a welcome guest. His preparations for the pulpit were made with the greatest
care, his sermons being completed as if for the press, and often far in advance
of the time when they were to be delivered.
His funeral was attended on
Friday, February 8, with every demonstration of respect and affection that could
be paid by the most affectionate people. All the places of business in the city
were closed. The bells of all the churches tolled in concert as the procession
walked the streets. A hundred clergymen wept over his lifeless clay. Eloquent
eulogies were ?renounced in the
church that was draped in
mourning and crowded to its utmost capacity by a mourning congregation. Ills
remains were laid in the yard adjoining the church, in the midst of his children
and his beloved flock.
BY CHARLES DICKENS.
THE journey from our town to the
metropolis was a journey of about five hours. It was a little past mid-day when
the four-horse stage-coach by which I was a passenger got into the
ravel of traffic frayed out about
the Cross-Keys, Wood Street, Cheapside, London.
We Britons had at that time
particularly settled that it was treasonable to doubt our having and our being
the best of every thing ; other-wise, while I was scared by the immensity of
London, I think I might have had some faint doubts whether it was not rather
ugly, crooked, narrow, and smoky.
Mr. Jaggers had duly sent me his
address ; it was Little Britain, and he had written after it on his card, "just
out of Smithfield, and close by the coach-office." Nevertheless, a
hackney-coachman, who seemed to have as many capes to his greasy great-coat as
he was years old, packed me up in his coach and hemmed me in with a folding and
jingling barrier of steps, as if he were going to take me fifty miles. His
getting on his box, which I remember to have been decorated with an old
weather-stained pea-green hammer-cloth, moth-eaten into rags, was quite a work
of time. Altogether, it was a wonderful equipage, with six great coronets
outside, and ragged things behind for I don't know how many footmen to hold on
by, and a harrow be-low them, to prevent amateur footmen from yielding to the
I had scarcely had time to enjoy
the coach and to think how like a damp straw-yard it was, and yet how like a
rag-shop, and to wonder why the horses' nose-bags were kept inside, when I
observed the coachman beginning to get clown, as if we were going to stop
presently. And stop we presently did, in a gloomy street, at certain offices
with an open door, whereon was painted MR. JAGGERS.
"How much?" I asked the coachman.
The coachman answered, "A
shilling—unless you wish to make it more."
I naturally said I had no wish to
make it more.
"'Then it must be a shilling,"
observed the coachman. "I don't want to get into trouble. I know him!" He darkly
closed an eye at Mr. Jaggers's name, and shook his head.
When he had got his shilling, and
had in coarse of time completed the ascent to his box, and had got away (which
appeared to relieve his mind), I went into the front office with my little
portmanteau in my hand, and asked, Was Mr. Jagger, at home?
"He is not," returned the clerk.
"He is in Court at present. Am I addressing Mr. Pip?"
I signified that he was
addressing Mr. Pip.
"Mr. Jaggers left word would you
wait in his room. Ile couldn't say how long he might be, having it case on. But
it stands to reason, his time being valuable, that he won't be longer than he
With those words the clerk opened
a door, and ushered me into an inner chamber at the back. Ilene we found a
gentleman with one eye, in a velveteen suit and knee-breeches, who wiped his
Dose with his sleeve on being interrupted in the perusal of the newspaper.
"Go and wait outside, Mike," said
the clerk. I began to say that I hoped I was not interrupting—when the clerk
shoved this gentle-man out with as little ceremony as I ever saw used, and
tossing his fur cap out after him, left me alone.
Mr. Jaggers's room was lighted by
a skylight only, and was a most dismal place ; the skylight eccentrically
patched, like a broken head, and the distorted adjoining houses looking as if
they had twisted themselves to peep down at me through it. There were not so
many papers about as I should have expected to see ; and there were some odd
objects about that I should not have expected to see—such as an old rusty
pistol, a sword in a scabbard, several strange-looking boxes and packages, and
two dreadful casts on a shelf of faces peculiarly swollen, and twitchy about the
nose. Mr. Jaggers's own high-
THE LATE REV. DR. MURRAY. - FROM
A PHOTOGRAPH BY BRINCKERHOFF, AT LAWRENCE'S GALLERY.]
"YOU INFERNAL SCOUNDREL, HOW DARE
YOU TELL ME THAT ?",