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edicts were issued against the reading of it. o'clock he laid down upon a couch, and slept In 1529 the emperor assembled another Diet for an hour, while Jonas, Cælius, his sons, and at Spires to check the progress of the new several friends, watched by him. At ten opinions: but the result was again favourable o'clock he awoke, and wished his friends to go to the Reformation. The protesting princes to rest, which they declined. About half-past determined to have a common confession of eleven he retired to bed. As they conducted faith drawn up, which was accordingly per. him to his chamber, he said, “I go to rest formed by Melancthon, and, being presented with God;” adding the words of the Psalmist, to the Diet of Augsburg, in 1530, was called “Into Thy hands I commend my spirit:" then, “ The Confession of Augsburg.” In 1534 offering his hands to those around him, he Luther's translation of the whole Bible was bade them good-night, desiring them to pray published; and the same year he printed a that God would continue the Gospel to them; book against the service of the mass. At " for,” added he," the Pope and the Council at length, worn out more by labour than age, Trent devise mighty things.” He laid down, Luther "fell asleep” at Eisleben, his native Jonas and some others sleeping in the room place, having lived to see his doctrines take with him. About one o'clock he awoke Jonas, such deep root that no earthly power could and desired that a fire might be made in his cradicate them.

study, adding that he was very ill, and felt a His closing hours furnished a most remark- great oppression at his chest, and should die able testimony to the truths he had confessed. at Eisleben. Jonas replied, that God, our

He continued to apply himself to business Heavenly Father, would help him, through till the 17th February, on which day he felt Christ whom he had preached. Luther then indisposed, and by the advice of his friends he went to his study without assistance, again remained in his study. He frequently walked repeating, “Into Thy hands I commend my about the room, and sometimes looked out of spirit.” There he again walked about; two the window, praying with much earnestness, physicians were sent for, who speedily arrived ; as those who were present could perceive. He also Count Albert, accompanied by his Countess. seemed cheerful, but said to Jonas and Cælius, Various remedies were then applied. His "I was born and baptized here at Eisleben, attendants, observing a perspiration commence, what if I should die in this place!” A person told him he would soon be better, but Luther named Sickelius overheard one of his prayers; said it was the forerunner of death, and prayed, it was to the following effect: “O Lord God, “O my Heavenly Father, everlasting and Heavenly Father, I call upon Thee in the name merciful God, Thou hast revealed Thy Son our of Thy beloved Son Jesus Christ our Lord, Lord Jesus Christ to me; I have preached in that according to Thy promise, to the glory of His name, I confess Him before men, I love Thy name, thou wouldest mercifully hear my Him, and worship Him as my beloved Saviour prayers. Since Thou hast delivered me, ac- and Redeemer, whom the Pope and other cording to Thy great mercy and loving-kind- wicked men persecute, revile, and blaspheme. ness, from the apostacy, blindness, and dark. O Lord, receive my soul.” He afterwards said, ness of the papacy, before the last day which "O Heavenly Father, although I am about to is now at hand, and hast shown me the light leave the body, and am snatched away from of the Gospel which now shines throughout the this life, yet I certainly know that I am about world, be pleased to keep the Church of my to dwell with Thee for ever, and that no one beloved country unto the end, without falling, can pluck me out of Thy hand.” He also re. in the pure truth, and in the constant and peated a verse of the 68th Psalm, “Our God is lawful confession of Thy Word, so that all the the God of whom cometh salvation, and unto world may know that I have been sent by God the Lord belong the issues from death." Thee. Do this, O Lord, most gracious God. The physicians then proceeded to administer Amen. Amen."

some remedy, which Luther perceiving, said, At supper time Luther joined the party that “I am about to depart;” and thrice rapidly were assembled ; during the meal he quoted repeated, “Into Thy hands I commend my several important passages of Scripture. spirit; Thou hast redeemed me, O God of truth;”

After supper, a pain in his breast, which he adding, “God so loved the world, that He gave had felt during the day, returned, and he asked His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth for warm cloths, but would not consent that in Him should not perish, but have everlastthe physicians should be called. About nine ing life.” His soul evidently was now about

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to depart, nor did he reply to his friends, which he departs.” To this he signed his name although they spoke earnestly to him. The and the date, 7th February, 1546. Countess, however, having administered a Thus Luther lived and died—“a miracle cordial, he revived sufficiently to reply Yes among men,” as Melancthon described bimor No. Jonas and Caelius then addressed him, a man raised up by God in His good provi. saying, "Beloved father, you still confess Jesus dence to shake the world of superstition to its Christ the Son of God, our Saviour and Re- very centre, and to lay again that one Founda. deemer ?” Luther answered, “Yes," so that tion on which alone the superstructure of true it could be heard distinctly. He did not speak religion can be raised-Jesus Christ and Him again, but laid quietly, with his hands clasped, crucified. for a quarter of an hour, during which time his Thus the sacred fire of Protestantism was attendants saw his features gradually become kindled in Europe, and He who multiplied the pale and fired; at length he breathed a gentle widow's oil has kept it burning to this day, sigh and fell asleep in Jesus, without evincing and will keep it still, in spite of many a blast any pain or suffering at the moment of his from the oid quarter, which, aiming at its er: departure, which took place between two and tinction, has only served to fan its flame. three o'clock in the morning of the 18th of What is our parting moral ? " Hold fast February, 1516. He was in the sixty-third that which thou hast; let no man take thy year of his age.

crown.” Take Guizot's pathetic advice to Thus was fulfilled in Luther the words of England, when he shed a grateful exile's tears our blessed Lord (John viii. 51), “If a man on our national hospitality to the unfortunate keep My saying he shall never see death.” That Keep your faith-be faithful to the example passage had engaged his attention a few days and tradition of your ancestors, and I trust before, when he wrote the following explana. that God will pour upon you and your country tion of it in a book of devotion : Although the most abundant blessing!” these words appear incredible, and contradict And heware too not only of open and avowed our daily experience, yet they are most true. For enemies and apostates, but of the Abithophels if any one seriously meditates upon the Word and Judases who "dip the hand with you in of God in his heart, believes it, and in that the dish, and lift up their heels against you." faith falls asleep and dies, he departs before Beware of “false brethren unawares brought he sees or becomez apprehensive of death, and in, who come in privily to spy out our liberty most assuredly he is saved in that Word which which we have in Christ Jesus, that they might he has believed and meditated upon, and in bring us into bondage: to whom we give place • Com. de Luth. iii. 9 133. Sleidan, b. xvi. Melch. Adam.

by subjection, no, not for an hour; that the Vit. Luth, p. 74, et seq.

truth of the Gospel might continue with us."

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"DARE TO BE RIGHT, DARE TO BE TRUE."

ARE to be right, dare to be true;

You have a work that no other can do;

Do it so bravely, so kindly, so well,
As to gladden all Heaven and silence all hell!
Dare to be right, dare to be true;
Other men's failures can never save you.
Stand by your conscience, your honour, your

faith;
Stand like a hero, and battle till death.
Dare to be right, dare to be true;
Keep the great judgment-day always in view.
Look at your work as you'll look at it then,
Scanned by Jehovah, and angels, and men.

Dare to be right, dare to be true;
God who created you cares for you too;
Wipes off the tears that His striving ones

shed;
Counts and protects every hair of your head.
Dare to be right, dare to be true;
Cannot Omnipotence carry you through?
City and mansion, and Throne all in view,
Cannot you dare to be right and be true ?
Dare to be right, dare to be true ;
Prayerfully, lovingly, firmly pursue
The pathway by saint and by seraphim trod;
The pathway which leads to the City of God

THE DIARY OF BROTHER BARTHOLOMEW :

A MONK OF THE ABBEY OF MARIENTHAL, IN THE ODENWALD, IN THE TWELFTH

CENTURY

BY THE AUTHOR OF “TALES AND SKETCHES OF CHRISTIAN LIFE."*

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(NOTE.—The supposed date of this Diary must account for its quaintness.

The truths stated in it are, the Editor believes, not more evangelical than are to be met with in the letters of Bernard of Clairvaux; and those truths, and the errors which grow up beside them, not more inconsistent with each other than many of the beliefs which, in those confused times, contrived to find an honest livelihood in the same mind. The mixture of shrewdness and childishness in the good monk would be the natural consequence of an experience so limited as his, and of the union of the intelligence of manhood with that habitual linquishment of all manly freedom of thought and action which his rule required.

The earnestness of his religion may serve to show the strength of that principle of life which survived the malaria of the monastic system; whilst its deformed and stunted growth, in contrast with the quiet and steady progress of his friend, may illustrate the poisonous nature of the system which could paralyse and distort a life so real and so Divine.

It is happy to think, that, amongst the millions who adhered to the ecclesiastical system of the Middle Ages, there were many who lived so near their Saviour, as to receive from His hands the antidote to all its poisons; but it is far happier to know, that there were thousands who lived so close to Him as to rise above its errors altogether, and to be content for His sake to be rejected of their generation.] April 9.-S. Gregory Nazianzen, Bishop and In order to accomplish this design, parchDoctor'.

ment being somewhat costly, I have procured IN the name of our Lord Christ, and from the Prior the copy of an old manuscript, all His saints, and especially of our

which none of us can read -- not even our Lady His Mother, patroness of this learned brother Lupacins, who has studied at

our Abbey of Marienthal, I, Bartholo. Paris. The labour of effacing the fornier mew, a poor brother in the same venerable characters was great, they being carefully and Abbey, governed according to the genuine and thickly written; but I was cbeered in my toil original rule of the holy Benedict, have under- by the thought that I was destroying some of taken to write a history from day to day of the

the works of the Evil One, the letters being of things which mine eyes shall see and mine ears a very hideous and diabolical form, square and hear.

three.cornered, and very black, speckled moreThe thought of this chronicle has visited me over with a countless multitude of dots which frequently of late, often intruding on my skipped around them like wicked imps, making hours of holy meditation : for which reason I so ugly a confusion as no Christian could endeavoured to scare it away as a presumptuous

look at long without danger of distraction, snggestion from the Enemy; but seeing that,

much less have made. In every page, therefore, in spite of all my conjurations and crossings however I may fill it, it is a marvellous consolaand repetitions of the Pater Noster and the tion to me to reflect that I am tilling so much Sacred Hours, it hath continued to force itself ground reclaimed from the infidel. upon me (being even spoken to me in visions I have lived all my life within the walls of by the holy Benedict himself), I have concluded the Abbey, and of the world beyond I know it to be a good thought, well-pleasing to the even as little as the Israelites did of the saints; and have therefore resolved on executing Promised Land when they believed the spies. it, and leaving these my humble memorials Of my father and mother I know nothing, nor as a legacy to the Abbey, knowing that the do any of the brethren. I was found one common incidents of to-day are often as a

winter morning, a helpless infant, lying on the strange and pleasant tale to those that come threshold of the convent, wrapped in a few after : since which determination, my medita- rags, with a label importing that my mother tions have been no more disturbed -a further and father were dead, and entreating the proof that the project is not from below. holy brethren, for the love of God, to bring up

"Tales and Sketches of Christian Life" (London: J. Nisbet and Co.). A volume published anonymously nearly twenty years ago. Its suitability for 'these times will be evident to the readers of this · Diary.'

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the orphan, and teach him to offer masses for one must agree there are not many like her. the souls of his parents.

It was not because of her large riolet-blue At first, I have heard, the monks were eyes, and her fresh colour, like a rose--if a sorely puzzled how to handle or what to do rose could change hue as she does (of such with me. An especial convocation was con- things I am no judge)--she was a strong and vened, in which it was determined to feed and healthy maiden, and that is enough—but for cherish me as they would any

other

truth and goodness, and singleness of heart, I tender thing; and, after being baptized, I was never saw any like her. She was like a manu. assigned to the guardians of the hospital, with script of a Psalm of thanksgiving, illuminated

а a room for my special use. But, one after all round with holy images in fair colours, so another, the patience of the holy men was joyous and in harmony. I often thought, when wearied out with my ceaseless cries and com- I looked at her, of the blessed words, " If thine plainings, until it was resolved to commit me eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of to the keeping of a respectable peasant woman light”--80 full of light, pleasant, cheering, in our village, called Magdalis Schröder. fireside light was she within and without. I With her I grew to a healthy and merry boy, never passed her mother's cottage any morn. but the good monks always insist that the ing, how early soever--and I passed it oftensuavity of my temper at present is nothing but she was up before me, getting her brother's less than a miracle, considering that so un. breakfast, or doing her mother's work, with manageable and ill-natured a babe was never her bright morning face, and her pleasant

words. In my youth I had occasionally strong Now it came to pass, when I went one eveärdesires to see something of the world beyond ing to the cottage with a basket of broken our valley, that before my profession I might meat from the Abbey, I thought they all know what I was renouncing; but the brother- seemed happier than usual; Nannerl's face hood always with held me, saying that such a was brighter than ever, but it seemed to be wish was like Eve's desire to be made wise by shining with some hidden joy. At length, eating of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good when she left the room to put aside the con. and Evil--that in the world nothing was to be tents of the basket, Mother Magdalis told me learnt but evil, and in the convent the know. there was to be a wedding in the familyledge of good. Their will was everything to young Hans Reichardt, the Abbey carpenter, me, and I unresistingly acquiesced; but I have had asked Nannerl's hand.

They bad, she often since thought that the evil lies nearer said, liked one another long; and before many home, and that if I had to choose, I would not weeks they would probably be coming to the fly for refuge to a monastery. But what am I Abbey church together. saying? The holy Benedict pardon me! All I could not exactly comprehend why May. I mean is, that if, as they say, the earth is the dalis should make such a festival of this; I same everywhere, as the heart certainly is, could not tell why, but I had never much adperhaps the Heavens are also the same, and as mired young Reichardt, yet I congratulated near. I say this to Mother Magdalis some. them all as honestly as I could. times, when she groans under her burdens and "It is a good providence," said my fostercares; yet, for myself, I have no wish to change. mother. “I am old, and the children have no Here I have lived, and here, if the Lord and father, and it is a blessed thing for them to the Abbot will it so, will I die.

have a home." Nevertheless, I was not always so content. Nannerl's face glowed with quiet pleasure

At one time, when I was young, my heart when I wished her joy of her new prospects. felt strong, and fluttered for freedom, as the I did feel glad at their joy, but somehow I was Prior's birds flutter in the spring, or as the less at home there that evening than I had young buds throw off their casings in the ever been before-I felt left out of the circle. forest on an April morning, and tremble and Hans Reichardt came to see his bride, and I open in the sun and the warm winds.

took my departure early. Mother Magdalis's I used to go often and visit my foster-mother. words

in

my ears, “It is a blessed thing She is a widow, but she has two children-the to have a home.” Home!--the word came to best, she says, a poor widow ever had. It is my heart with a new meaning that evening. true, Karl is a little wrong-headed and fiery It means rery much; and for the first time I now and then, but Nannerl, certainly every felt this the convent could never be; a shelter

rang

me.

from wind and rain it might bema refuge for my life, for others. I arose from that evening the weary-a refectory for the hungry-a reading strengthened and refreshed, for I had place to eat and sleep and live in-but home a purpose--and life is never quite barren to us meant something more.

if we have one living purpose to sow in it, to Who had shut me out from this? Who had grow and to bring forth fruit. a right to say that this world, this holy thing, The thought of His life took possession of might never be mine?

I longed, I prayed, I strove to be made For many days these things rankled in my like Him—the holy Child Jesus-like Him who heart; and sad havoc they made there. Till went about doing good. then, I had not a want beyond the convent I made a collection in the convent, to furnish walls and the society of the brethren: now, Nannerl's house--I laboured in the convent my heart had looked beyond the old walls, garden to rear vegetables for the sick - I and they girded me in like a prison. I was travelled leagues through the pine forests, in not then bound by any vows, and it was the frost and snow, to visit them; but the well.

more I read of the life of Jesus, the more un. I did not venture to tell any of the brethren attainable the perfect Model seemed. Are not what I felt; I did not believe it to be sin, but the stars as far from the mountains as from I knew they would all misunderstand me. the valleys? The more I heard of the law of

This lasted until one of our evening Scripture God, the more I saw how far it carried its readings; for in our convent we still adhere to claims upon

the heart; and the heart was prethe rule of reading through a portion of the cisely the thing which all my efforts could not Scriptures in the winter evenings. I seated reach. myself among the rest, prepared to be once I could labour for the sick, I could toil and more a weary listener to the oft-told tale. plead for Nannerl and her husband, but I could (Alas! how little I knew of its blessed mean- not expel the repining thought from my heart ing!) The reader stood at his desk, intoning when I came baok from her bright fireside to the words in his lulling sing-song; the ap- these dull, cold, convent walls. pointed monk went his rounds with the lan- But yet again God came to me and comtern, to see that none of us fell asleep. The pleted the work He had begun. The second monotonous voice of the reader—the uniform part of my text healed the wound the first had tread of the lantern-bearer--the monotonous made. How strange it was that I did not see recurrence of convent duties--all grated like it all at once : 80 many instruments of torture on my im- “The Son of Man came not to be ministered patient heart. In health, we do not notice unto, but to minister, and to give His life a habitual sights and sounds; but in a fever, ranson for many." the slow dropping of water from the eaves The ransom is needed---for whom? Surely, seems at each fall to eat into the brain. And for the sentenced criminal--for those who, not this, I thought, is to be for life! My heart being able to fulfil the perfect law, can read in sickened and sank under the intolerable burden it nothing but their condemnation--that is, for of countless to-morrows, all like to-day. And me. The ransom is paid-for whom? Surely beside this weary circle of fruitless toil arose for those who need it. The ransom is paid; the haunting thought of home--fresh springs then the prisoner is free. I am free! "There of love, ever fresh--life, growing, widening, is now no condemnation to those who are in deepening, day by day, around us, and all Christ Jesus.” It is faith in this which gives centring in that inner sanctuary of love, the strength to walk, not in the flesh, but in the home.

Spirit. I was aroused from my dreams and murmurs From that time my whole life has been by some words from the Gospel, which fell on changed. Jesus, the Son of God, the Lamb of my ear suddenly, as if I heard them for the God, our Ransom, our Pattern, our Friend, He first time:

has redeemed me--I am His, and His cause is “For even the Son of Man came not to be mine. The self-denial, which had been im. ministered untó, but to minister, and to give His possible as a sacrifice of expiation, became the life a ransom for many."

joy of my life as a sacrifice of thanksgiving. For the first time, the idea of self-sacrifice With the eye of Him who died for us-and, came to me with all the exalted joy the thought dying, saved us—watching our lives, what is can bring—the thought of laying down myself, not possible? I learned that, before we can be

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