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picture of the condition and character of master and slave in our southern states, we wish Archy Moore a wide circulation in our northern states, where, enjoying the freedom of even a Democracy ourselves, we have so few and cold sympathies for multitudes so near us of the same race, and in many cases of an imperceptible difference of color-crushed by the weight of a slavery like that described in the volume before us. It may help to warm our hearts a little.
As the author appears to have resided in the southern states, and to have witnessed scenes similar to those he has described, we wish he would give a plain unvarnished narrative of all he saw, under the authority and warrant of his name. It is common with those who travel South and reside there for a short time, to return with softened feelings towards slavery and slaveholders. We have supposed the explanation to be, that they have witnessed only domestic slavery, not that of the fields. If our author has witnessed the whole, we should like to have his testimony, whatever it may be.
Delusion or the Witch of New-England. Boston: Hilliard, Gray, & Co. 1840.- We have read this tale, founded on the witchcraft of the early days of New-England, with deep interest. It is the work of a thoughtful mind, warmly alive to whatever is beautiful in nature, and in human character and life. We think, however, the author has hardly done justice to her plan and materials. The plan is striking and ingenious, the materials abundant, and they would have borne much more expansion and elaboration. We do not see enough of Seymore: not enough to make us think think him worthy the lovely Edith, nor enough to enable us to justify him in the course he took at last. The final scenes are, though powerfully drawn, too hurried and brief. The writer has succeeded in what has proved so difficult - in throwing a very positive charm over New-England scenery and manners. The ride of Edith and her father through the woods, and the visit to the Lady Ursula, are full of life, and make a vivid impression upon the mind of the reader. Two goodly duodecimos, we must believe, would have done much better justice to the author and her plan.
A Sermon preached at the church in Brattle Square on Sunday morning, January 19, 1840, on the destruction of the Lexington by fire, January 19th. By S. K. LOTHROP. We have read with great satisfaction the discourse of Mr. Lothrop. It
was fit that he should speak on such an occasion - every pulpit should have found a tongue. He uttered himself like one whose heart was full, and who spoke right on, and his words, as it ever is with one who speaks so, have gone to the heart. We thank him for having preached as he did, and for having printed what he preached. He has, we are sure, the thanks of the community and of many bereaved and sorrowing hearts. We are not surprised that the Sermon has reached a third Edition. We had marked several pasages for quotation, but we can find no room for them.
Pebblebrook, or the Harding Family. Boston: B. H. Green. Whoever wrote Pebblebrook might do better things, provided he would write with his own pen and in his own manner. So long as he shall use the pen of another and copy the manner of another he will fail; and the public will prefer to read the originals. When we came to the life of Patrick Henry we at first supposed it a burlesque on a distinguished writer of the day. Viewed in that light it is as good as anything in the Rejected Addresses; viewed in any other light, and we can only say of it, as indeed of the whole volume in a qualified sense - in the emphatic language of Sir Hugh Evans, "What affectations is these."
WILLIAM V. THACHER.
Died, July 16th, on his passage from Savannah to New York, Rev. WILLIAM VINCENT THACHER, aged 24.
The name of THACHER is one of the most frequent occurrence in the ecclesiastical annals of New England, and is inseparably connected with the church history of Boston. For eight successive generations this family has sent able and devoted laborers into the gospel vineyard, and four of them have been pastors of churches in this city, namely at the Old South, at the New North, at Brattle Street, and at Church Green. Their last ancestor in England was a minister at Salisbury; and the first that came over to this country, in 1635, was the founder of an uninterrupted succession of clergymen which has reached even to our own times, and has just suddenly terminated with the lamentable death of the youthful pastor of the church of Savannah.
WILLIAM VINCENT THACHER was born in Boston in 1815, and graduated at Harvard University in 1834. He then entered
the Theological School at Cambridge, and devoted himself for three years to a preparation for the holy work which his pious ancestors for more than two hundred years had prosecuted, and to which he felt himself consecrated. By temperament and character he was peculiarly suited for the ministry, and he entered it from a deep sense of duty, and a sincere and ardent love of the profession. After preaching for a year in various places, he was ordained in this city, as an Evangelist, on the 14th of October last, and immediately proceeded to Savannah in Georgia, to preach to the vacant Unitarian church in that place.
Here he won all hearts by his amiable disposition and truly Christian spirit by the gentleness of his manners, the suavity of his temper, and the urbanity of his address. And he not only gained the general esteem and love of that community, but commanded the respect and confidence of a highly intelligent and refined congregation. Under his ministrations the church grew and flourished as it never had done before. Persons of all denominations flocked to hear the young Evangelist, and several of the most respectable families of the place were led to unite themselves with the Society. The arduous and untried situation in which he was placed, was suited to excite his mind and task his powers to the uttermost; and it brought forth latent energies which even those who knew him best, and prized him most highly, hardly suspected were slumbering in his bosom. He was thrown entirely upon his own resources, and they proved adequate to every occasion and emergency. He became a powerful and popular preacher of the word. His Sunday evening lectures, in which he explained and defended the dictrines of Christianity as held by Unitarians, were so crowded, that sometimes hundreds were obliged to go away, unable to gain admission. His preaching, so earnest and yet so gentle, produced a strong impression in favor of the views which he inculcated. There are many now in this city who heard him during the past winter, and who bear testimony to the deep interest which he awakened, as well as to the warm attachment with which he was regarded.
He entered upon this work of an Evangelist with his whole heart and soul, and devoted himself to it with an unremitting zeal. He went to Savannah prepared to labor, to spend and be spent in his Master's service. In one of the first letters written after his arrival he says, "I am truly happy that I have been moved to come hither, and sincerely trust, and shall labor, that I may not have come in vain. I shall not scruple, in season and out of season, to do all, in whatever company I am, to com
municate our blessed faith-which I value all the more from the fact that so many about me do not know its worth." In another letter he says, "I am in perfect health. Though I have worked harder than I have ever done before, yet in view of the wants of my people and my duties to them, I feel myself yet idle. I must work harder still." Again he writes, "My labors this winter have been quite hard but I never was as well as I now am. My mission to this place has been in every respect of great service to me. Be confident, my dear Sir, in my determination to be true to the cause whose propagation has been intrusted to me. We shall be sure to reap if we faint not. One thing I am determined upon, never to leave the pulpit unsupplied, whilst I have strength left me to preach in it." In one of his last letters, dated the 24th of June, he says, "The unremitted labor which has been required of me makes it necessary for me to seek some relaxation, particularly during the debilitating months of a southern summer. Much more has been accomplished here than I had any reason to hope. Three Sundays more remain for me—and after them you may think soon of seeing me face to face. If Providence permit, I shall be in Boston about the 25th of July.
Alas! the 25th of July has come and gone, and we have not seen him. He stayed too long and labored too hard. In consequence of exhaustion and exposure, he was taken ill on the 5th of July. With the disease still upon him, he sailed on the 12th for home; and as we were anxiously awaiting his arrival, hoping soon to grasp again that friendly hand, and to be once more cheered by the sweet tones of that gentle voice, the melancholy tidings reached us that on the 16th he died on the ocean. Peace to his pious and gentle spirit!
I have said that Mr. Thacher was peculiarly suited for the sacred office. He was so by his talents and acquirements; and still more so by his sweet and heavenly spirit his singular mildness and benignity of disposition-his winning and almost feminine gentleness of demeanor in these respects, as well as in his personal appearance, bearing a striking resemblance to his lamented uncle, late pastor of the church in Church Green. He followed the apostolic injunction, to be courteous and gentle unto all men. Yet, at the same time, he was possessed of a sound, discriminating intellect, and was firm and resolute in maintaining the opinions which he had deliberately formed. He had a calm, judicious, sober mind, which kept him from falling in with the mystical vagaries by which the minds of some of our young men have become bewildered. His good sense as well as his Christian principle led him to devote himself to sub
stantial realities - to the actual duties of private and professional life to the absorbing and constantly recurring labors of the ministry. He was actuated by a sincere and earnest desire to be practically useful to the full extent of his abilities. To this end he labored in Savannah with an untiring diligence; and the flourishing church which he left there is a monument to his ministerial fidelity. This pleasant field of his labors, where he had experienced so much kindness, and met with such unexpected success, and which was also endeared to his heart as being the last resting-place of his venerated grandfather, he was unwilling to leave till the last moment till disease had seized upon his frame, and marked him as its victim. He died upon his post, a martyr to duty, bequeathing to his desolate congregation and mourning relatives a character which they will always contemplate with affection and delight. Their grief at his early departure will be mitigated by the assurance which they feel, that he had finished the work which had been given him to do. "He being made perfect in a short time fulfilled a long time."
"Quis desiderio sit pudor aut modus
The Church of Savannah, in grateful remembrance of his labors among them, have recently erected a monument to him in their church. The inscription is as follows.
IN MEMORY OF
REV. WILLIAM VINCENT THACHER,
PASTOR OF THIS CHURCH.
A MODEST AND HUMBLE CHRISTIAN.
YIELDED TO HIS CALM AND QUIET TEACHING..
AND THE CHARM OF SIMPLE GOODNESS.