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doctrine, a few fishermen, and others of useful occupation, were
chosen. The doctrine which Jesus taught was as simple and easy to
understand as the common affairs of life. His sermon on the mount,
containing the sublimest beatitudes, and all the duties of life,
requires but ordinary talents to understand. His manner of teaching
by the use of parables communicated truth in the most simple
manner. When he justified his favor to publicans and sinners, of
which he was accused by the Pharisees and Scribes, how simple was
his method! 'What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose
one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness,
and go after that which is lost, until he find it? and when he hath
found it he layeth it on his shoulder, rejoicing. And when he cometh
home, he calleth together his friends and neighbors, saying unto
them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.'
And how sublimely simple, if I may so say, was his application of his
parable! 'I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over
one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just
persons, which need no repentance.' On foot, see him travel from
city to city! Fatigued and weary of his journey, see him resting
himself by Jacob's well at Sichar; and mark the simplicity of his
conversation with the woman of Samaria! To set his disciples an
example of humility, behold him who gave sight to the blind, hearing
to the deaf, healing to the sick, soundness to the maimed, and life to
the dead, gird himself with a towel, and wash their feet!
"How poorly has the simplicity which is in Christ been maintained by
the Christian church! Read its history, in which we learn its
conformity to such worldly institutions and customs as are pleasing
to human ambition, and all the vain pride and corruption which
characterized pagan idolatry. That subtilty with which the serpent
beguiled Eve is constantly at work, persuading us to seek to render
religion popular in the eyes of the world. That spiritual wickedness
may be maintained in high places, high places must be established
and supported. So deeply is the love of popular esteem rooted in the
heart, that it is to be feared many are inclined to concede to
opinions and customs inconsistent with their better judgment, for
the sake of that shining phantom."
We remember an incident which occurred to Mr. Ballou in January of
1848, which he related to us at the time. He had occasion to enter
an omnibus to proceed from one extreme of the city to another,
when, having scarcely become seated, an elderly woman, who was
occupying a seat immediately opposite, said to him,—"Mr. Ballou, do
you not constantly preach to your congregation, 'O ye generation of
vipers! how can ye escape the damnation of hell?'" Mr. Ballou turned
his keen, piercing eye upon her, and seeing that some bigoted and
fanatical individual had recognized him, and desired to commence an
argument, replied,—"No, madam; that class do not attend my
church!" The woman had not anticipated so decided an answer, and,
shading her eyes with her hands, contemplated the floor of the
coach the remainder of the passage.
So little self-pride had Mr. Ballou, and so little comparatively did he
think or care about having any biographical sketch appear of him
after his death, that it was with the utmost difficulty that we
persuaded him to attempt a manuscript of even a few pages, that a
more authentic record might be preserved for the aid of the subject
when it should be taken in hand. But all that we were able to
procure from him the reader will find duly credited in these pages.
Mr. Ballou had an ambition, however, that his written works should
be preserved after him; for in them he had labored for the good of
mankind, and he hoped those labors might not prove unavailable.
His wish was highly gratified, in this respect, during his life, by the
very wide circulation they attained, and the numerous editions of
them which were published, showing that they were largely read
and valued by the Christian world.
Having partially yielded to our reiterated solicitations for some few
pages of manuscript, if only relating to the simplest affairs, he sat
down, and commenced a sheet of paper in the same humorous vein
in which he was always sure to treat the idea of writing of himself.
This commencement was as follows:
"I have never learned that there were, before my birth, any
prophecies delivered by any one, or that any one had dreamed
anything concerning myself. If there happened, at the time of my
birth, an earthquake, or the appearance of a comet, or any other
phenomenon of nature which indicated anything relative to me, or
signified what manner of person I should become, in what
employment my life should be spent, whether I should become
useful to society or a nuisance, the fact has never come to my
knowledge."
The life of Mr. Ballou is so intimately woven with the annals of
Universalism that the account of the one must be an almost
complete life of the other. He nursed the first dawn of belief in
impartial and free grace to all mankind, and lived to see the blessed
doctrine grow and spread over the land, like the day, from its
breaking to the meridian. He was the pioneer, the leader, the
propagator, of Universalism.
During April, 1848, he visited and preached in Philadelphia, New
York, &c., and on his return expressed himself as he always did of
the brethren in those cities, and that he had been made most happy
in his communion with them.
About this period, an infatuated preacher of future punishment,
somewhere in the northern part of New York State, while in a high
state of excitement, declared to his audience that Universalists and
Infidels always renounced their belief before they died, and
absolutely instanced old Hosea Ballou, as he termed him, who had
lately died, penitent and fully repentant for his evil life, entirely
refuting all his former belief, and praying to be saved from the wrath
to come. Equally ridiculous allusions were made to his wife, who was
said to have showed more consistency, and to have died stubbornly
adhering to her old principles. This ridiculous assertion was reported
in a paper published in the vicinity, and a copy marked and sent to
Mr. Ballou.
We asked him if he had not better address a brief letter to the editor,
just to confound the propagator of the falsehood. "No," said he; "I
have learned, by experience, that libels, if neglected, are forgotten;
if resented, they too frequently pass for merited satire."
In the month of June, 1849, Mr. Ballou visited Troy, N. Y., for a few
weeks, and preached there and in the neighborhood, with his
accustomed vigor and mental power. His clear, musical tones of voice
were as perfectly modulated as ever, and his mental and physical
vigor was the occasion of remark by all who listened to him.
One of Mr. Ballou's latest impromptu efforts at versification was
elicited by a request for his autograph, by a young lady, who
presented her album for this purpose, and in which he wrote the
following lines:

THE MAID I PRIZE.

"The maid I prize may not be one

Whose beauty dazzles vulgar eyes;
Those glowing folds 't were wise to shun,
Where death in hidden poison lies.

The maid I prize may not rely

On costly robes my heart to win;
The rose's blush, the lily's dye,
Can ne'er commend a breast of sin.

The maid I prize has tears for grief,

And soft compassion for the poor;
'Tis her delight to grant relief;
Where want resides she knows the door.

The maid I prize hath chosen that part

The golden Indies cannot buy;
And garnered in a pious heart
A treasure far above the sky."
As late as December, 1851, and January, 1852, Mr. Ballou passed
five weeks in the city of New York, preaching to the societies there
frequently three times of a Sabbath, and at conference meetings
during other days of the week. He was often called upon for lengthy
remarks, which he most cheerfully and heartily gave. He was never
so happy, never so well, as when engaged about his Master's
business; and though, at this age,—eighty-one,—his form was a little
bent, and his step less firm than of yore, yet in the pulpit he stood
as erect as at fifty. His whole soul seemed to dilate, and his firmness
of voice and body to be like iron; so much so, indeed, that it was
usual to hear remarks to this effect, from all quarters, wherever he
appeared.
During this his last visit to New York, he wrote to us as follows:

"Maturin: A kind Providence brought me safely hither in due

course, and I have already made several appointments and
promises relative to my services while I tarry here. As in years
gone by, I find the same cordial hospitality here, and brotherly
love extended towards me still. I need hardly say how grateful
this is to my feelings. We grow, perhaps, more sensitive, as we
advance in age, as to these little kindnesses and attentions, that
unitedly go to make up the quiet peace and happiness of private
life.
"Our Heavenly Father has smiled upon the sacred cause in this
place, and the churches flourish here exceedingly. Even now I
am about to proceed to New Jersey, to dedicate a new temple,
raised to the service of the living God. To me, the increase of
the denomination with which I have so long been identified is a
source of peculiar satisfaction. My bodily health is fully as good
as when I left Boston; and, by the blessing of Divine Goodness,
I trust again to be at home in a brief period, to enjoy the
society of those near and dear to me. Please tell your mother to
duly regard her health, and remember me kindly to all the
family.
 "Affectionately,
"Hosea Ballou."

"After the singing of another anthem," says the correspondent of the

Trumpet, in a letter from Newark relative to the dedication referred
to, "came the sermon, by our venerable and beloved Father Ballou,
from the fitting words recorded in 1 Chron. 16: 29. The audience
was not large, but respectable in number; and from the first
moments when the gray-haired speaker stood up before the people
till he sat down again, the most marked and almost breathless
attention was given. The speaker believed that 'the name of the
Lord' expressed all the attributes of His adorable character. He
proceeded to notice some of those attributes, with wonderful power
and simplicity, enforcing the truth that goodness must be
coëxtensive with wisdom in the Divine character. He illustrated the
workings of the law of love, as opposed to the law of fear, by the
examples of the grateful offerings of our people to the beloved
Washington and Lafayette. The people honored them, not because a
terrible penalty was threatened should they refuse to yield the
tribute, but because they loved them. Worship, true worship, cannot
be bought; it must be free. It can be offered only to a God infinite in
goodness and mercy. Father Ballou affectionately exhorted the
people to give unto the Lord, in the neat temple they had reared,
the glory so justly due for all his revelations of good will to the
children of men. As children, filled with gratitude, should they come
into his courts. A severe, yet kind-spirited rebuke, was administered
to those who go to church simply to display fine apparel, or because
it is fashionable. In doing our duty, we are happy, we offer unto the
Lord; while they who serve fashion and popularity have just their
reward, and no more.
"I have never listened to this aged servant of God with greater
delight and profit than on that occasion. It hardly seemed possible
that so clear, and forcible, and eloquent a production, could come
from the mouth of one who has borne the brunt of eighty-one
years."
At the age of four score, Mr. Ballou preached before the New York
Convention of Universalists, at Boston, in September, 1851.
Concerning this occasion, Rev. A. C. Thomas, in the autobiography
before quoted from, says: "He (Mr. Ballou) is an exception to the
'labor and sorrow' affirmed of those who, by reason of strength,
attain that period of life. He was, indeed, feeble in body; but 'his eye
was not dim, nor his natural force abated.' He saw as clearly as ever
into the 'root of the matter,' and largely exemplified his peculiar force
of argumentation. Was there ever a clearer or more forcible
illustration than the one he presented regarding a mother and her
child?—'Your child has fallen into the mire, and its body and its
garments are defiled. You cleanse it, and array it in clean robes. The
query is, Do you love your child because you have washed it, or did
you wash it because you loved it?'"
Mr. Ballou's contributions to the press largely increased during the
latter years of his life, and the articles he wrote, at various times,
during this period, will bear the most critical examination, as it
regards the soundness of their doctrinal points, the excellence and
purity of their style, and the Christian spirit they invariably show
forth in every line. These contributions to the press have appeared
mainly in the "Trumpet and Universalist Magazine," the "Universalist
Quarterly," and the "Christian Freeman."
In 1851, at the solicitation of Rev. Mr. Usher, book publisher, Mr.
Ballou edited a collection of his sermons, and wrote some original
articles, which were published under the title of "A Voice to
Universalists." This book also contained a collection of Mr. Ballou's
fugitive verses, published many years since, and written for the
poet's corner of his paper. We can, perhaps, give no better review or
reference to this book, than by copying Rev. Thomas Whittemore's
published review of it, which we subjoin.
"The 'General Epistle to Universalists' is itself worth the price of the
book. Tell us not that this might have been published in tract, or any
cheap form. It would never have served its mission thus to be read
and thrown away. It should have been where it is, in a large,
splendid book, to grace our centre-tables, and to be taken thence
and read as often as once a month.
"The same remarks may be made in relation to the 'Advice to Young
Men who design to enter the Ministry.'
"The 'Short Essay on Universalism,' 'The Doctrine of Universal
Salvation shown to be included in the Divine Commands,' and 'The
Utility of Evil,' are likewise valuable mementos of their author; and
so are the two Convention Sermons.
"And then, in respect to the metrical compositions, we could not
spare them from this book. True, the author, as he modestly says in
a note to the reader, makes no pretensions to being a poet; yet his
poetry is to us exceedingly precious. It is in this we discover more
clearly the moral likeness of the man. In the frontispiece we have a
satisfactory likeness of the outer man; and how should we consent
to tear from the book this no less accurate likeness of the soul? In
these hymns we see the author in his characteristic meekness of
spirit, self-abasement, pure and ardent devotion, and all-sustaining
faith in the wise and perfect government of God. Here, too, in these
hymns and poems, are specimens of the author's clearness and
precision of intellectual discernment, and his argumentative acumen.
The work shall go down to posterity as a memento of Father Ballou."
The article in this book entitled the "Utility of Evil" is one of great
power and force. Mr. Ballou's theory is, that what we call evil does
not exist without the wise permission and appointment of the
infinitely good and gracious God. In the article on this subject he
says:
"Reader, do not be offended at the title of this short article, and call
it impious. Will you say you never before heard that evil is useful?
Will you say the suggestion is wicked, and could be made by no
other than one who is wicked? Well, suppose all which you imagine
be true, may it not be well to be calm, and deliberately consider
that, though you have never before heard of this thing, it may,
notwithstanding, be a divine truth? If you will be candid, and bring
your mind into a suitable condition to be reasoned with, we will call
you to the consideration of questions which, if properly answered,
will lead us into the true light of our subject. 1st. Is evil self-
existent? If no one will allow this, there is no need of argument to
disprove it. It follows, of course, that evil had a cause which
produced it; this is self-evident. 2d. Is it not equally self-evident that
the cause which produced evil is good? If we say that the cause
which produced evil was evil, we thereby say that evil existed before
it existed! When these several points are understood, we are
prepared to state the following axioms:
"1st. That which had no beginning had no cause to produce it. 2d. If
we should say that good had an origin or a cause, We should be
compelled to say that that cause was evil! 3d. If we allow that evil
had an origin or cause, we must allow that the origin of evil is
good." pp. 115, 116.
From the commencement of 1852 until within a week of his death,
we find him constantly active, with the weight of fourscore years and
more; yet he never for a moment faltered in his mission. During the
last year of his life he preached in seven different states, and in
about forty different places. His pen was still as busy as ever. One
Sunday found him in Maine, the next in New Hampshire, the third in
Vermont; now he is in New York, New Jersey, or Rhode Island,
preaching the word with unabated zeal and surprising effect in all
directions. The copy of the Trumpet that announces his death
contains two articles from his pen, commending to the order two
lately published biographies, showing forth as illustrations of what a
true and noble aim will empower the soul to do amid the humblest
circumstances, one of the strongest illustrations of which is his own
life. His last paragraph reads thus: "We need not look forward to the
good time, for it is now come, when ministers are esteemed for their
knowledge of divine truth, and their ardent love for the same,
together with their faithfulness in dispensing it to the people, and
their living and walking in the precepts of Jesus." At the time of his
death he had two appointments already arranged, one in
Massachusetts and one in New Hampshire, besides several under
consideration.
"Verily, he was at his post to the last," says Rev. T. B. Thayer, in his
eulogy upon Mr. Ballou; "and when the messenger came, he was
ready. He fell in the full armor of God, with the helmet of salvation
on his head, his spotless heart covered with the breastplate of
righteousness, his feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of
peace. In one hand he held the shield of faith, and in the other the
sword of the spirit, which is the word of God,—the sword which he
had for sixty years wielded with such success in his multiplied battles
with error and sin, and by which at last he was, through Jesus
Christ, made conqueror, and more than conqueror, over death and
the grave. Verily, the old man died, as he had lived, faithful,
courageous, serene, victorious, to the last."
It was in these ripened days of his experience that his counsel was
eagerly sought by all, laity and clergy, in private and in public. His
activity and anxiety to be about his Master's business carried him
constantly into the midst of all important denominational assemblies;
and here he was ever received, both his presence and his counsel,
with profound respect. If there was contention, misunderstanding, or
difficulty of any sort, all eyes were turned upon him who sat so
quietly and thoughtfully in their midst; he was their peace-maker, his
calm voice stilled the tempest, his finger pointed the way towards
the right. As Mr. Thayer says in the eulogy just quoted from:
"It will be a long time before we shall get accustomed, in our
associations and conventions, to the absence of that venerable form,
those gray hairs, and that voice of wisdom, and gentleness, and
love, which came like oil on the troubled waters of debate, and drew
out the entangled threads of thought, and by quaint queries, by
questions which answered themselves, questions plainer than most
men's answers, penetrated to the heart of every subject, and
showed us, as by a flash of light, the exact point where the truth lay.
We shall often desire in our councils his presence, his clear thought,
his persuasive language, his gentleness of manner, and his
conclusive logic."
Mr. Ballou had a most remarkable faculty of seeing through any
abstruse question or subject that came up for discussion before any
body with which he was sitting in fellowship, and could at once seem
to set all right in their midst, by a few shrewdly-uttered words.
Another brother has said of him in this respect:
"It was wonderful how he would put the needle in amid the tangled
skein of reasonings, in a debate, and untie the knot just where the
whole might be wound off without any difficulty; and how he would
hold to the essential point in an important discussion, and dissipate
every obscuration that threatened to darken and eclipse it, was
astonishing, and showed where his power as a master reasoner lay.
Such was the man."
We must now turn from these desultory remarks and references, to
describe the end of his earthly mission.
 CHAPTER XV.
END OF HIS EARTHLY MISSION.

How shall we speak of the close of that life which we have so feebly
succeeded in portraying,—how depict the sunset of his soul upon
earth,—how describe the unfeigned and unbounded sympathy and
mourning of a whole denomination,—how refer to the appropriate
ceremonies—the funeral obsequies—that were so beautifully and
tenderly performed by the society over whom he had so long held
such heart-sway, and whom he loved better than all else on earth,
save his family? How shall our feeble pen portray these striking and
long to be remembered scenes? Throughout this entire subject we
have written tremblingly, and with a full realizing sense of the
magnitude of the theme, and the humble ability of our pen. But here
we feel our hand indeed too feeble, our sensibilities too acute, and
shall call to our aid stronger minds and abler pens.
In no more appropriate place than here can we refer to his parting
with the loved companion of his bosom. His wife had been confined
to her chamber for some weeks, by severe indisposition, just
previous to his own last illness, nor was she able to leave it until
some time after the last obsequies in honor to his memory. On the
morning that Mr. Ballou was taken ill, he came to her from his own
dressing-room, kissed her tenderly, and bade her adieu, with all the
gentle and affectionate solicitude with which a young husband might
have left his bride; and, passing down stairs to the parlor, was
preparing to depart for the scene of the convention at Plymouth,
when he was suddenly taken in a fainting fit. A couch was
immediately removed to the room where he was taken so suddenly
ill, and he was not removed from it until he fell quietly asleep in
death. Little did the fond wife and companion of his bosom think,
when he bade her thus farewell, that it was for the last time;—that it
was the last time she should ever behold, on this earth, that
countenance that had never been turned upon her save in love and
tenderness,—that noble brow that had been her pride and glory in
its sublime truthfulness and purity of expression,—those eloquent
lips that had been such a well-spring of heavenly truths! But such it
was. Herself too ill to be removed from her chamber, she never saw
him afterwards; and she still cherishes his memory as associated
with that fond and endearing look that accompanied his last kiss and
farewell!
In relation to the manner in which he had prepared the mind of his
wife for the event which he seemed so clearly to foresee, Rev. Mr.
Miner, in his farewell sermon, said:—
"He had often exhorted his companion to hold herself in readiness
for his departure, forewarning her that every separation from her
might be the last. But a few days previous to his death, he had
renewedly impressed this upon her mind. What a sublime spectacle
was this! At more than fourscore years of age, braving the rigors of
mid-winter and the extreme heat of summer, and regardless of the
dangers that attend the rapid conveyances of our time, this veteran
preacher 'takes his life in his hand,' and goes forth continually to
promulgate the everlasting gospel!"
We must not omit to give the reader a brief article which Mr. Ballou
left among his papers, relating to the close of his earthly career. It
was folded in with his accounts, will, and other important papers,
and was written in his usual legible hand. It was in the spirit of a
preface to the will which followed, and in which every matter had
been plainly arranged, with that regard for impartiality, strict justice
and completeness, that was in accordance with his nature, and all
that he did or said in relation to any subject in which he engaged.

"In view of that solemn event, which must unavoidably take

place, which will end my mortal days and close my labors on
earth, I make this serious and important declaration: I humbly
and earnestly pray that the Father of the spirits of all flesh may,
in that mercy which he has revealed in our Lord Jesus Christ,
forgive all that in my whole life he sees amiss in me. This prayer
is offered in that faith for which I adore him who hath given it
to me.
"I heartily regret that I have not been a better husband, a
better father, and especially a better and more useful minister of
the gospel of divine grace. For my faults in these particulars I
ask the forgiveness of the kind and faithful wife of my bosom, of
my dearly-beloved and dutiful children, and of the discerner of
my heart and thoughts, to whom I offer devout and unfeigned
gratitude, that, by his favor, I have been enabled to do as well
as I have in the relation of a husband, and father, and minister
of the gospel of Christ. I sincerely return thanks to all my
brethren in the common faith, for all their kindness to me. I
sincerely thank the great fraternity of Christians, united with me
in the precious faith in which we believe, and especially the
church and society with whom, for more than thirty years, I
have lived in love, and with whom I have labored in word and
doctrine, for all their numerous favors.
"Hosea Ballou."

"A great man has fallen," says the editor of the Trumpet. "There
have been but few such men as Father Ballou. We can truly say
that those who knew him best loved him most. Those who had
heard him preach the oftenest, and who had read the most
thoroughly what he had written, felt more than others the
power of his mind, and were more deeply convinced than others
that he was intellectually, as well as religiously and morally, a
great man. His life was protracted beyond fourscore years; he
enjoyed a very large share of health and strength through that
whole time. He was never idle; he worked, up to the last week
of his life, in the harvest-field, and actually died with the sickle
in his hand. He was taken sick at his own house; and, after six
days of comparatively light suffering, he gently fell asleep in
death, quietly as an infant falls into slumber, and at the moment
when he seemed to be putting his body in the posture for the
coffin.
"It is in vain for us to attempt to give, in this brief sketch, an
account of the travels of Father Ballou; the small but interesting
and instructive incidents of his life,—his sermons, his
controversies, the different books he wrote, the judgment of
impartial men concerning him,—all these things must be left to
be described at a time and under circumstances when full
justice can be done to the illustrious man. His character, too,
must be drawn. For ourself, we say, most unreservedly, we
never knew a better man. We say this, after having lived in his
family under his immediate tuition, and since that time spent
more than thirty years side by side with him, 'in journeyings
often,' in mutual consultations, and in very frequent interviews.
If we ever saw a person equally amiable, kind, upright, gentle
and true, it is the aged widow who survives him. If he was more
than a father to us, she was more than a mother. She can never
be honored too much for her goodness. To her must be
attributed much of the ease and quietness he enjoyed in life,
and without which he could not have accomplished the full
measure of the good for which he is now beloved and
reverenced. So much for the moral qualities of this venerable
man and woman. There remain yet to be described (but it
cannot be done here) the child-like simplicity of the man; his
benevolence; his blindness to the faults of others; his open eye
to their virtues; his strong sense of rectitude; his remarkable
and long-continued habits of justice; his wonderful mind, so
clear, so strong, to the last; his eagle-eyed sagacity; his strong
faith in God and his word,—a faith like a mountain for its
towering height and firmness; his devotion to the truth; his love
of the work of the ministry; his truly religious character; his
susceptibility to deep devotional feeling; his love of conventions
and associations for the seasons of public worship they gave
him so many opportunities to enjoy; his love of conference
meetings; his power over the people; his closing sermons at
conventions; his prayers at the separation, when all, old and
young, male and female, clergy and laity, would be melted into
tears;—ah! who shall attempt to describe all these things?"
"For myself (for I will throw off the editorial style), I
acknowledge that I feel most deeply the loss of this steadfast
friend. I mourn, not for him, but for myself. To me he had been
a father. He found me in my early manhood, and drew me out
from seclusion. He taught my lips to pray. He turned my
attention to the ministry; and he sought and obtained the
means to support me, when I had not a cent with which to help
myself. He was in the desk with me when I stood up tremblingly
(in the town-house in Roxbury) to preach my first sermon. He
introduced me to the society in Milford, Mass., where I had my
first pastoral charge, and where I formed the tenderest relations
of human life; and he was the cause of my being invited, in the
year 1822, to settle at Cambridgeport, where I ever since have
lived. For six years thereafter, I was associated with him in
conducting the 'Universalist Magazine;' and from that time to his
death he has been a constant contributor to the columns of the
'Trumpet,' refusing for the last ten years all pecuniary
compensation, although repeatedly pressed upon him. He has
been the earnest, steadfast friend of my wife and children; my
earthly guide and counsellor, who has reproved me, but not too
often; my teacher to the end of his life; a man of whom I have
learned more concerning God and the divine word, and the
relation between God and man, than I have learned from any
other human source. How can the event of such a man's death
transpire, without exciting in me extraordinary sensations? And
yet I am not inconsolable. When I reflect upon what he was,
upon the length of his life, upon the great measure of good he
accomplished, upon the fact that he was permitted (although so
much away) to die at home, surrounded by his most exemplary
 and loving children, after a very brief sickness, and to die so
gently, almost in the act of binding sheaves in the harvest-field,
—I cease to mourn. I thank God for what he was; and if I could
call him back to earth, I should not dare to do so. I thank God
that I saw him within an hour of his death, and that he knew
me, and extended his hand, and that I was permitted to take it
and kiss it. And now, although there never will be, for there
never can be, another man to me like Father Ballou, I will be
reconciled. And I will close this brief sketch with the words of
Job,—'The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be
the name of the Lord.'"

Passing over the feelings of sorrow, yet of calm resignation, that

exercised the aged widow and mother, and the large circle of
devoted and loving children, who have so fully realized the solemn
character of this bereavement, we wish to give here the series of
resolutions presented to the mourning family by the second
Universalist society, over which Mr. Ballou had presided for a period
of so many years. They were communicated to the family in the
same delicate and feeling manner in which all else relating to the
melancholy event had been performed by those engaged in it. They
are as follows:

"Whereas it has pleased Almighty God to call to himself our

venerable father in Israel, Rev. Hosea Ballou, the senior pastor
of this society, who departed this life on the 7th day of June,
1852, aged 81 years; and whereas, in recurring to the events of
his long and memorable life, we bring to mind the time when he
first appeared as the fearless advocate of what he then and
ever afterwards felt to be God's truth as revealed in the Holy
Scriptures; the moral courage with which he sustained that truth
amid all the assaults of learning, bigotry and tradition,
continuing faithful to the last in the path that was revealed to
him as the path of duty; therefore,
"Resolved, That the present prosperous aspect of the
Universalist denomination, and the gradual infusion of its
principles into those of other Christian denominations, are
monuments of honor to its pioneers, of whom Hosea Ballou was
one of the chief.
"Resolved, That the denomination of Universalists have
therefore lost, in this dispensation of Divine Providence, a
champion whose latter days they have delighted to honor; a
practical example of the working of the faith once delivered to
the saints; and one who has most ably worn the breastplate of
righteousness and borne the shield of faith, and who has gone
down to the grave 'full of years and full of honors.'
"Resolved, That as sole pastor of this society during a period of
about twenty-seven years, and as senior pastor for about eight
years, his career has been uniformly marked by a wisdom and
kindness, in all his intercourse with its members, both
individually and collectively, which prevented even the approach
of any discord between them; and by a large and broad charity,
which made all mankind his brothers, and children of the same
paternal God.
"Resolved, That in the death of this venerable Christian, whom
we have so long looked up to as a pastor, yea, even as a father,
this society especially has met with a heavy loss; and while we
feel deeply the weight of this afflicting bereavement, yet we
would gratefully acknowledge the kindness of an all-wise
Providence in having spared his life and continued his
usefulness in so signal and uninterrupted a manner, during the
protracted period of his connection with us.
"Resolved, That in the simplicity of his daily life, which was most
truly a life without guile, we see a proof of his devotion to
principle worthy of all honor; and in his inflexible integrity he
has left an eloquent lesson, which all, young and old, may read
with profit.
 "Resolved, That we sympathize most sincerely with the afflicted
widow, children and other relatives, of our deceased pastor, in
their bereavement; that we feel the poverty of language to
administer consolation, and can only point them to the sublime
truths of gospel grace which their departed relative spent his life
in teaching; that we fervently commend them to Him who
'tempers the wind to the shorn lamb;' and, while we can hardly
expect to assuage their grief with the wound yet so fresh, we
would bid them sorrow not as those without hope, but
remember how many a weary soul has found rest from the
teachings of him they now mourn, and direct them to the
glorious faith that he is 'not lost, but gone before.'
"Voted, That the foregoing resolutions be signed by the
Moderator and Clerk, and published in the 'Trumpet' and
'Freeman,' and that a copy of the same be forwarded to the
family of our deceased pastor.
"G. W. Gage, Moderator.
"Newton Talbot, Clerk."

It still remains for us to describe the funeral ceremonies; and here

again we copy from others. The description is as it appeared in the
Trumpet.
"The funeral of this venerable man, and faithful old Christian teacher,
took place on Wednesday, June 9th. Prayer was first offered at the
house, in the hearing of the widow, who had not left her chamber,
and scarcely her bed, for some thirty days. This part of the services
was strictly private. The corpse was then taken to the church, with
the members of the family in carriages.
"The church had been very appropriately put in mourning for the
occasion. The large portrait in the vestry was shrouded in crape,
showing nothing but the figure of the aged preacher, as he stood in
the pulpit. In the great chapel, the pulpit, and the recess back of it,
were dressed in drapery of black crape. The entire front of the
gallery, all around the house, was festooned with black. The organ,
also, was appropriately dressed in mourning, in good keeping with
the other arrangements.
"The house was thrown open for the public at two o'clock, at which
time large crowds were waiting at the doors; and for a full half-hour
before the services were commenced, every seat and foothold upon
the floor, aisles, window-sills and recesses, excepting reserved pews,
were occupied. At three o'clock the corpse arrived. The clergy,
numbering somewhere between sixty and a hundred, proceeded
from the vestry to the pews assigned them. The members of the
Second Universalist Society also had their appropriate places. The
corpse was borne to the position in front of the pulpit, the bearers
proceeding in the following order:

Rev. Dan'l Sharp, D. THE Rev. Edward

D., BODY. Turner,
Rev. S. Barrett, D.
Rev. S. Streeter,
D.,
Rev. T.
Rev. S. Cobb,
Whittemore,
Rev. Josiah
Rev. L. R. Paige,
Gilman.

"During the entrance, the organ gave forth a mournful prelude. The
sight was a most affecting one,—so vast a multitude with such an
expression of sorrow upon their countenances.
"1. The services were introduced by a funeral chant, after which
"2. Scriptures were read by Rev. O. A. Skinner.
"3. The following hymn was sung, many of the congregation joining
their voices to that of the choir.

HYMN.