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use of his time and means, for the accomplishment of the high aims he has in view."

It may be imagined that Meadville rejoiced in such an acquisi


Meadville expelled him!

The reason for this strange proceeding the young man writes, and sets up in type with his own hand, in order to place it in every hand that had contributed to his education. This Memorial we can not pass by for several reasons. The people of the West are frequently called upon to help this Institution, which is a Western one geographically, at least: it is well that people should know all about any Institution which they are invited to support. In the next place, we find the name of the Dial—which, without any effort on our part, has had a pretty fair circulation in that Divinity College-mixed up with the discussion.

Mr. Reid's offences were as follows: 1. He wrote in the regular order of the class an essay on Hume's argument against miracles, in which he maintained the lowest ground of Naturalism-to wit., that the miracles, though true (and he did not deny them), were not contrary to the laws of Nature, but simply the results of laws beyond our experience or knowledge. It is not straining the matter to say that there is not a scholar in any Protestant Church who does not hold to miracles on this ground, unless he rejects them altogether. As far as even Boston Unitarianism, whose motto is, "Stand still and see the salvation of the Lord," is concerned, they have been placed on the principle (however different their conclusions from it) laid down by Mr. Reid, by Drs. Hedge and Noyes, of the Cambridge School; by James Clarke, and, indeed, by every man among them whose opinion is of any public importance. 2. Mr. Reid, when asked by one of the professors (Mr. Folsom) his opinion of the discrepancies between John and the Synoptics pointed out in the Dial (Art. Christianity of Christ), replied that he thought the whole amounted "to the difference between tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee." From which we may guess that the young Theologus had got beyond the letter into the spirit of Christianity, and that the importance of the criticism was diminished thereby. But if textual technicalities are allowed to be tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee affairs, what becomes of the trade at Meadville? So Demetrius and his fellowworkmen must come together when the "craft is in danger," and I. - 40.

cry, "Great is Textual Criticism of the Meadvillians!" 3. Mr. Reid likes Darwin's work on the Origin of Species, and whilst he was not satisfied that his theory was right, maintained that it was not atheistical. In this matter it seems he was in deadly sympathy with Profs. Gray and Parsons of Cambridge, who, in Silliman's Journal and the Atlantic Monthly, have demonstrated the absurdity of the charge of Atheism against the Development Theory.

These are the only charges distinctly recognized in the Ecclesiastical Council of Meadville, before which Mr. Reid was arraigned for heresy. It is evident that the Theological Board of Meadville would scarcely have expelled this youth for these special views ; but it is equally evident, from the manifestly unformed views of Mr. Reid, and from the direction which his inquiries were taking, that there was a spirit in the young man which, if unchecked, might prove contagious, and in the end turn the theology of Meadville topsy-turvy. 'Beware when the gods let loose a thinker on this planet. Then nothing is safe.' A man who begins by seeing that Development is not Atheism, may presently see that it is the only Theism. He who thinks the discrepancies about the Lord's Supper are differences of tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee, may come to regard the Holy Demolition of Swine as also immaterial to the soul's growth in love to God and man. If the heretic is taught A, what warrant have you that he will not at length say B, or even plunge headlong into the blasphemy of C!

It seems that Dr. Stearns, the President of Meadville, observed these tendencies of the active mind as much as two years ago, and in a private interview with him, said, We must crush out this Parkerism! This young man had not denied the miracles nor the Bible; so by Parkerism the President could only have meant the free use of Reason. We apprehend that the Doctor will find, before he has gone very far in the process, that the method which suffices for the parish of Hingham will scarcely bear to be transferred to the prairies and valleys of the West. A farmer who lived near Concord, N. H., said of the then President, "We always thought, down to Concord, that Frank Pierce did very well for that 'ere town, but guess he 'll be monstrous thin spread out over the hull United States." The same may be said of certain local preachers and opinions as well as politicians.

Meanwhile we may say of the author of this Memorial, that, after having read it carefully, we are convinced that he is an able,

earnest and studious, as well as a brave young man, and we hope to hear soon that he has found some post in the West worthy of his talent and his fidelity.

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OF COURSE, the "honest neighbor," to whom the curate wished her to go, was Dr. Minoret.

The old mother only yielded after an hour of discussion, during which the curate was obliged to repeat his arguments ten times. And still the haughty Kergarouet was conquered only by these last words: "" Savinien would go!"

"It is better, then, that it should be I," said she.

It was striking-time when the little door cut in the large one closed upon the curate, who rang quickly at the doctor's gate. The Abbé Chaperon fell from Trennette upon Bougival, for the old nurse said to him:

"You come very late, Monsieur le Curé!" as the other had said to him. "Why do you leave Madame so soon, when she is in trouble?"

The curate found a numerous company in the doctor's green and brown parlor, for Dionis had gone to reassure the heirs, in passing by Massin's, to repeat their uncle's words.

“Ursula," said he, "has, I think, a love in her heart which will give her only pain and care; she seems romantic [excessive sensibility is so styled among notaries], and we shall see her long a maid. No distrust, then pay her all attention-be the servants of your uncle, for he is cunninger than a hundred Goupils," added the notary, without knowing that Goupil is the corruption of the word vulpes, fox.

Mesdames Massin and Cremière, their husbands, the postmaster and Dèsué, formed with the physician of Nemours and Bongrand, an unusual and turbulent assembly at the doctor's. The Abbé Chaperon heard, as they entered, the sounds of the piano. Poor Ursula was finishing Beethoven's symphony in la. With the cunning permitted to innocence, the child, whom her god-father had

enlightened, and whom the heirs displeased, chose that grand music which must be studied in order to be understood, with a view to disgust these women of their desire to hear her play. The more beautiful music is, the less the ignorant like it. So, when the door opened, and the Abbé Chaperon showed his venerable head: "Ah! here is Monsieur le Curé!" the heirs exclaimed, happy, all of them, to rise and put an end to their punishment.

This exclamation found an echo at the card-table, where Bongrand, the doctor of Nemours, and the old man were victims of the presumption with which the tax-collector, to please his great uncle, had proposed to make the fourth hand at whist. Ursula left the Forte. The doctor rose as if to salute the curate, but, in reality, to stop the game. After great compliments to their uncle on the talent of his god-daughter, the heirs took their leave.

"Good evening, my friends," said the doctor, when they heard the gate shut.

-"Ah! this is what costs so dear,” said Madame Cremière to Madame Massin, when they were at some paces' distance.


God preserve me from paying money for my little Aline to make such noise as that in the house," replied Madame Massin.


She says that it is Bethovan, who passes, it seems, for a great musician," said the receiver; "he has reputation!"

"My faith, it will not be at Nemours," replied Madame Cremière, "and he is well named Bête à Vent."


I believe that our uncle has done that on purpose, to prevent our coming again," said Massin, "for he winked his eyes in showing the green volume to his little piece of affectation."


If they amuse themselves with such a jingle as that, they do well to remain at home."

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'Monsieur le Juge de Paix must love well to play cards, to be willing to listen to it," said Madame Cremière.

"I shall never be able to play before persons who do not understand music," said Ursula, coming to sit down by the cardtable.

"The sentiments in richly organized persons can only develope themselves in a friendly sphere," said the curate of Nemours. "Just as the priest can not bless in presence of the evil spirit, as the chestnut tree dies in a stiff soil, a musician of genius experiences an interior defeat when he is surrounded by the ignorant and In the arts, we ought to receive from souls who serve as


a sphere to our soul as much force as we communicate to them. This axiom which reigns in human affections has dictated the proverbs: We must howl with the wolves;' Birds of a feather flock together." But the kind of suffering which you must have felt, strikes only tender and delicate natures."

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"Thus, my friends," said the doctor, "what would only trouble a woman, might kill my little Ursula. Ah! when I shall be no longer, raise between this dear flower and the world that protecting hedge of which the verses of Catullus speak: Ut flos, etc."

"These ladies have, however, been very flattering towards you, Ursula," said the magistrate, smiling.

"Coarsely flattering," observed the doctor of Nemours.

"I have always remarked coarseness in flatteries made to order," answered old Minoret ; "and why?"

"A true thought carries its delicacy with it," said the Abbé. "You have dined with Madame de Portenduère?" then asked Ursula, who questioned the Abbé Chaperon, casting upon him a look full of anxious curiosity.

"Yes the poor lady is much afflicted, and it is not impossible that she may come to see you this evening, Monsieur Minoret."

"If she is in sorrow, and have need of me, I will go to her," I cried the doctor. "Let us finish the last rubber."

Under the table, Ursula pressed the old man's hand.

"Her son," said the magistrate,

"" was rather too weak to live at Paris without a Mentor. When I knew that they were taking, here at the notary's, informations concerning the old lady's farm, I guessed that he was discounting his mother's death."

"Do you believe him capable of that," said Ursula, darting a terrible look at M. Bongrand, who said, within himself: "Alas! yes, she loves him."

"Yes and no," said the doctor of Nemours." Savinien has good in him, and for that reason even he is in prison: scoundrels never get there."

"My friends," exclaimed old Minoret, "this is enough for this evening; we must not let a poor mother weep a minute longer, when we can dry her tears."

The four friends rose and went out. Ursula accompanied them as far as the gate, looked at her god-father and the curate knocking at the door in front; and when Trennette had introduced them,

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