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among those who knew him so well and the manifold tasks he was undertaking, when he charged me not to attempt many things, and to remember that when Paul says he can do all things, he does not mean that he or you or anybody can do all things at once, he only does one thing at one time and another at another; and you have no right to take your time from the activities which belong to this parish, to attend to any of the outside things which before a month you will be asked to do; and the ministers all said, “ Dr. Hale knows full well how to give such advice, for it is just contrary to what he is doing all the time."

The first thing which always impressed me about Dr. Hale was his remarkable physical vitality, so that, never feeling the limitations of weakness or illness which hinder so many, he was enabled to do far more than most persons. I heard him tell a young man one evening in his home to be very sure and sleep well and long. “I always take ten hours," he said, " and

“ eat well, I take five meals a day"; and Mrs. Hale, gently interrupting, said “Edward, where do you get the other two ?But this restless activity was strictly under the guidance and guard of what Socrates would have called his dæmon or good spirit of God. It was this physical vigor which rendered his intellectual activity so untiring: the books he wrote, the articles he sent to magazines and periodicals of every kind, the myriads of letters, the countless addresses he gave upon subjects as countless, are beyond the comprehension of most of us, but pervading them all was this unfailing interest in humanity. His desire to help humanity, to bring in the Kingdom of God, was a consuming flame which glowed ever deeper and brighter .by what it fed upon. There have been great philanthropists who have spent their lives in some one great benefaction to their race, but with Dr. Hale it ran into every sphere of human welfare, and in a measure lost itself in miscellaneous advocacy of everything, rather than strengthened itself in one continuous effort for one great aim. His plans may often have seemed impractical, impossible, — all great

philanthropies have seemed so at the time to others bound fast to traditional customs and ideas, and timid as to any change or reformation, - but Dr. Hale announced and pleaded for human welfare with the ringing voice of the old prophets; it was in everything and at all times a cry for righteousness. It

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was the emphasis and application of the true religious spirit upon everything. Righteousness was so real to him, so filled his being, that he created and left behind him everywhere an atmosphere of the reality of religion. And what he so loudly and persistently called out for, that he was. He was ready to help as well as to preach. No stress of weather, no press of duties, no advancing rheumatism could prevent him from looking up any call of distress, or taking any rest until he gave or found some one to give aid and relief. He loved the world intensely and everything in the world, but there was no touch of worldliness in that love.

There are many ministers who give to religion and worship a most businesslike air; their activities may be well meant, genuine, and healthful, and stirring, but they are so loudly and persistently thrust upon you that you weary of them and are repelled, and long for the quiet religion of the Master who did not strive nor cry, nor cause his voice to be heard in the streets. There are others who give you a feeling of wide and fashionable popularity, but with whom there is an undertone of worldliness, which suggests utter scepticism or ignorance about the deep things of the spirit. There are others who have what is called eloquence, which is often mere loquacity ; you are surprised or pleased for a while with their language, figures, manner, and yet when it is over it is all over and there remains no sweet atmosphere of the spirit, which you cannot help breathing, and breathing cannot help feeling that the unseen things are eterval. There were none of these qualities about Dr. Hale. He always gave you the impression of being in dead earnest, and all trivial things were put out of sight. There was not a trace of the ascetic, the ritualistic, the ceremonial, or the priestly type of religion which has so dominated and debased religion about our preacher of righteousness; nothing of dress or voice which made his office prominent. He did not need any of these, he was above them all, but his whole being gave the impression that here was one to whom the things of the spirit were first, familiar, constant. When a man of affairs came to Faraday and pressed him to undertake researches which might result in large financial advantage to him, the devoted student of science replied, " I have no time to make money": he was after the great truths of the universe. So Dr. Hale had no faculty for managing financial matters. Fortunately he had a devoted parish, which

a was always ready, able, and glad to manage these things for him. How glorious are the lives of those who have given themselves to science, art, literature, education, philanthropy, religion, righteousness, to the Kingdom of God, all unmindful whether the comforts of the world came or went!

With the exception of Dr. Bellows he was the most ardent, enthusiastic, ceaseless proclaimer and defender of the views and fellowship of Unitarians they have ever had. He was always insisting that a Unitarian church in a town meant better work, more comforts of civilization, a higher moral tone, more interest in the higher education, a better kind of charity, a finer fellowship, a nobler hope, a truer life here, and a surer faith hereafter, than where there was no such church ; but he was also broad enough to be a conspicuous figure in the Church universal, and wherever he was, would go to a church of any faith rather than not go at all.

A lady in my parish once meeting an enthusiastic admirer of Dr. Hale in Philadelphia, the latter said to her, “ Perhaps you have seen and heard that great orthodox preacher Dr. Hale.” “Oh yes, indeed," was the reply, “ he often preaches in my church, and I sometimes hear him in his own, but he is not an orthodox preacher, for his church is an Unitarian church and so is mine." “ You must be mistaken," said the other. “Why, he is the founder of Lend-a-Hand clubs, In-HisName clubs, and Ten-times-one clubs; and I know he is an orthodox Congregationalist.” “But we who have seen and heard him all our lives know he is one of the most prominent and decided of all Unitarians, and any one in New England would be laughed at to think he was anything else,” was the response. “Alas,” was the reply, “one of my idols is gone." She could no longer see all that was true or inspiring about Dr. Hale if he had not the shibboleth of her creed.

His literary activity was tremendous and unceasing, partly from a ready pen from boyhood, which waited not upon any studied expression or careful revision. His books numbered between sixty and seventy, and these were a very small part of his writings. He read everything, and, like our modern way of living, with electrical rapidity, and, like all such readers, he remembered a great many things which he never read, or which never happened, or which happened at other

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times and places and to other persons, and what he did not remember he easily imagined ; and it was all fascinating, whether it was actually true or not.

Of course many of these books are of little value, they belonged to questions of transient interest and were soon forgotten; but some of them, like “ In His Name,” or “ My Double and how He Undid Me,” or “ The Man without a Country,” are of distinctly literary worth, and will have a place for many years to come in American writings. He once came to one of our banks, and wanted the cashier to open an account with him for a deposit of forty-five cents. The cashier told him it was really impossible and against their rules to keep so small an account; but Dr. Hale said, “ I beg you to make an exception, I must have a book opened for that amount; that is the net income of one of my best books.” The bank has a large portrait of him, and underneath the motto he was constantly repeating when he came in, “ Here's where we get our daily bread”; and he got it, whether there was always a balance in his favor or not.

He was always greatly interested in historical matters, without any very profound idea of the historical method. His indifference to historical accuracy was something sweet, charming, and sublime. There are writers who would be more troubled about making an historical error than about some moral obliquity. The former would keep them awake at nights, the latter not at all. One winter I was giving some sermons on the interesting history of my old church in Roxbury, and Dr. Hale was always present. After a sermon on Anne Hutchinson, Dr. Hale made his way to my high pulpit as rapidly as he could and said, “ De Normandie, where did you get all those things about Anne Hutchinson? Why, I have just been publishing a little book about her, and everything is entirely different from what you have been saying to-night." I replied, “ You probably wrote your sketch of her as you would write a novel, but I got my facts from the old historical records."

Not many weeks after “ The Nation ” got hold of his book about Anne Hutchinson, and treated it in that way of a scathing criticism which “ The Nation" delights in, closing with the declaration that “there was nothing from beginning to end in the book that was historically true.' Meeting Dr. Hale a few days later, I was wicked enough to ask him if he had seen

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the last copy of “ The Nation." “ The Nation, The Nation!”

" he exclaimed. “I regard it as the most immoral publication in the United States. I would n't have it in my home."

Dr. Hale's home was typical of the finest New England culture and life, joined with literary brilliancy, a pervading sense of humor, and an atmosphere of happy devotion. Mrs. Hale was a Beecher, her mother, Mrs. Perkins, being a sister of Henry Ward and of Harriet Beecher Stowe. The Beechers could pardon almost everything in one more easily than dulness. It was told of old Dr. Lyman Beecher that in his last illness, while he had always been noted for being cheerful and hopeful, he was found one day looking very sad and discouraged. ** What is troubling you, brother Beecher?” said a friend. "Ob," said the old man, “I was only wishing that I had been different in one thing all my life.” Why, what have you done or not done that you could wish otherwise?” “Well," said Beecher, “I was wishing I had been more patient with all the fools I have met."

One day Mrs. Perkins greeted me with a hearty welcome. " I am so glad you have come, I want a long talk with you about the devil. The Beechers, you know, have all given up the devil. Ward did not believe in him, though he referred to him sometimes, because it was convenient in conversation. I don't believe in him, but there seems to be so much more of the devil than when I was a girl that I don't know where it all comes from. Ward, you know," she said, “ did not believe a great many things we were all brought up to believe. He did n't believe in the perseverance of the saints ; he said he had to give it up when he found out what all the saints in Plymouth Church used to do as soon as they got out West."

You can imagine what an attractive home it was when you joined the traits of the Beechers with the traits of the Hales. The home was full of all new books, everybody read them; conversation at once turned upon the last novel, or the last researches in science, or the ever-present subject of the changes in theology, or any new phase of social or political life.

Never was there a more fitting tribute paid to an octogenarian than when Dr. Hale, feeling that he ought to give up the active duties of the ministry, through the efforts of his

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