Jul 06, MuzWot MuzWot rated it it was amazing. One of my top 5 underappreciated, scandalously and immensely neglected - crucial classic works of all time. May 30, Chad rated it really liked it Shelves: Givens has given me a whole bibliography of spiritual writers I have yet to get to! Berdyaev was officially a Russian Orthodox Christian who wrote both before and after the Communist revolution.
He wasn't the church-going type, and his Church sometimes didn't agree with everything he had to say. Givens seems to like him a lot, and points out ma I discovered Nikolai Berdyaev as a regularly cited source in the works of Terryl Givens others I have found include Elie Wiesel and Julian of Norwich. Givens seems to like him a lot, and points out many of the similarities in his thoughts to Mormon doctrine, particularly surrounding freedom, or agency in Mormon lingo.
I, too, found Berdyaev very engaging as he wrestles with spiritual problems. He is not uncritical of Christianity, and points to some areas where we have gone down the rabbit hole. I am grateful for authors like Berdyaev that remain firmly in the camp of the saints, but who also seek to re-direct it when it seems to go astray.
There are two central ideas that Berdyaev develops in The Destiny of Man: The ethics of creativity. Unlike a traditional explanation of commandments and sin in which moral decisions are merely a choice to adhere or disobey a pre-defined checklist of rules, Berdyaev argues that every moral decision should be a creative experience, an act to consciously create good. He describes it so: The ethics of creativeness differ from the ethics of law first of all because every moral task is for it absolutely individual and creative.
The moral problems of life cannot be solved by an automatic application of universally binding rules. It is impossible to say that in the same circumstances one ought always and everywhere to act in the same way. It is impossible if only because circumstances are never quite the same. Indeed, the very opposite rule might be formulated. One ought always to act individually and solve every moral problem for oneself, showing creativeness in one's moral activity, and not for a single moment become a moral automaton.
A man ought to make moral inventions with regard to problems that life sets him. Hence, for the ethics of creativeness freedom means something very different from what it does for the ethics of law. For the latter the so-called freedom of will has no creative character and means only acceptance or rejection of the law of the good and responsibility for doing one over the other. For the ethics of creativeness freedom means not the acceptance of the law but individual creation of values. Freedom is creative energy, the possibility of building up new realities. The ethics of law knows nothing of that freedom.
It does not know that the good is being created, that in every individual and unrepeatable moral act new good that had never existed before is brought into being by the moral agent whose invention it is. There exists no fixed, static moral order subordinated to a single universally binding moral law.
Man is not a passive executor of the laws of the world order. Man is a creator and an inventor. His moral conscience must at every moment of his life be energy. Life is based upon energy and not upon law. It may be saw, indeed, that energy is the source of law. The ethics of creativeness takes a very different view of the struggle against evil than does the ethics of law. According to it, that struggle consists in the creative realization of the good and the transformation of evil into good, rather than in the mere destruction of evil. The ethics of law is concerned with the finite: The ethics of creativeness is concerned with the infinite: IT overcomes the nightmare of the finite from which there is no escape.
This captures well the contrast between the ethics of law and the ethics of creativity. Some again may cringe or accuses Berdyaev of moral relativism, but he is clear that that is not what this is. I think again to Christ's explanation that he comes not to destroy the law, but to fulfill it. The higher law demands more, not less. But Berdyaev argues that the most difficult moral decisions are not between good and evil, but between varying goods that will ultimately require a sacrifice of one good over another.
These will differ for different individuals. Berdyaev doesn't hold much for what he refers to as normative ethics, the application of a single set of ethical standards on the whole population. I should like to work out a system of ethics which is not tyrannical i. All normative theories of ethics are tyrannical Ethics is bound to contain a prophetic element. It must be a revelation of a clear conscience, unclouded by social conventions.
I was thinking of certain Mormon cultural norms that become equated on the same level as eternal principles: We are very good at normative ethics, aren't we? The second idea that also might make some turn their heads is his development of the idea of beyond good and evil. The distinction between "the good" and "the evil" is a direct result of the Fall. God isn't the ultimate "good" person, but is on the other side of good and evil. His opponents range from the crudest to the most sophisticated, and there appears to be no end of them, but his finesse in making friends saves him again and again from extermination.
The story is one of action bestirred by more action and Sean and his friends take on all comers, but not without consequences. The fast paced story is truly a Sci-Fi fantasy for action lovers. The author was an Army First Lt. He was awarded two Bronze Stars for valor. He married an American girl in Berlin, Germany in and they had six children. In civilian life he was a business man and was an Assistant Vice President for a financial institution.
His wife Barbara died at age forty-nine and he remarried twelve years later. His second wife, Lois died twenty-years later. He and his first wife have thirty-eight grandchildren and great grandchildren.
He owned his own Antique Business for twelve-years and retired in He has written four books plus his memoirs and has an unfinished book on Korea and is now working on a sequel to his western story. He works four-hours a day on his computer, and goes to Church on a regular basis. But when Wade stumbles upon the first clue, he finds himself beset by players willing to kill to take this ultimate prize.
The race is on, and if Wade's going to survive, he'll have to win—and confront the real world he's always been so desperate to escape. Castaway on the Planet Therium F. Kerry Sean ODonnell, a thrill seeker, is sailing tranquilly above the Austrian Alps in his soar plane when he is suddenly sucked into a vortex that sails him out over the Planet Therium where an enormous dragon knocks him spinning from the sky. He crash lands and within the hour he is fighting for his life defending a beautiful woman that has been attacked by a grotesque water creature.
Sean is badly wounded and the womans friends operate on him genetically; and save and transform his life. Ukaguzi Sera ya Maoni. Flowing text, Original pages. Web, Tablet, Phone, eReader. Itasawazishwa kiotomatiki kwenye akaunti yako na kukuruhusu usome vitabu mtandaoni au nje ya mtandao popote ulipo. Unaweza kusoma vitabu vilivyonunuliwa kwenye Google Play kwa kutumia kivinjari wavuti cha kompyuta yako. It was treated as a public calamity. Some of the articles which the event thus called forth have seemed to the American publishers worthy of preservation, from the authentic facts which they embody, the judgments which they express, and the literary excellence by which they are marked.
They have therefore determined to print them in connection with this work as permanent Memorials of its distinguished and lamented author.
The first piece appeared in the. Edinburgh Witness of December 27th, ,-the paper of which MiMr. Miller had been the editor from its establishment in It presents an authentic account of the circumstances attending his death, and is understood to be from the pen of the REv. Chalmers, and sometime editor of the North British Review.
In the belief that nothing touching the character and memory of such a man can be regarded with other than the deepest interest, the friends of Mr. Hugh Miller have thought it due at once to his great name and to the cause of truth, to lay fully before the public a statement of the most mournful circumstances under which he has departed from this life. For some months past his overtasked intellect had given evidence of disorder. HIe became the prey of false or exaggerated alarms.
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He fancied —if, indeed, it was a fancy -that occasionally, and for brief intervals, his faculties quite failed him, - that his mind broke down. He was engaged at this time with a treatise on the " Testimony of the Rocks," upon which he was putting out all his strength, -working at his topmost pitch of intensity. That volume will in a few weeks be in the hands of many of our readers; and while they peruse it with the saddened impression that his intellect and genius poured out their latest treasures in its composition, they will search through it in vain for the slightest evidence of feebleness or decaying power.
Rather let us anticipate the general verdict that will be pronounced upon it, and speak of it as one of the ablest of all his writings. But he wrought at it too eagerly. Hours after midnight the light was seen. This over-working of the brain began to tell upon his mental health. He had always been somewhat moodily apprehensive of being attacked by footpads, and had carried loaded firearms about his person. Latterly, having occasion sometimes to return to Portobello from Edinburgh at unseasonable hours, he had furnished himself with a revolver. But now, to all his old fears as to attacks upon his person, there was added an exciting and overmastering impression that his house, and especially that Museum, the fruit of so much care, which was contained in a separate outer building, were exposed to the assault of burglars.
He read all the recent stories of house robberies. He believed that one night, lately, an actual attempt to break in upon his Museum had been made. Visions of ticket-of-leave men, prowling about his premises, haunted him by day and by night. The revolver, which lay nightly near him, was not enough; a broad-bladed dagger was kept beside it; whilst behind him, at his bed head, a claymore stood ready at hand.
A week or so a ro, a new and more aggravated feature of cerebral disorder showed itself in sudden and singular sensations in his head. They came only after lengthened intervals. They did not last long, but were intensely violent. The terrible idea that his brain was deeply and hopelessly diseased, that his mind was on the verge of ruin, —took hold of him, and stood out before his eye in all that appalling magnitude in which such an imagination as his alone could picture it. It was mostly at night that these wild paroxysms of the brain visited him; but up till last Monday he had spoken of them to no one.
A friend who had a long conversation with him on the Thursday of last week, never enjoyed an interview more, or remembers him in a more genial mood. On the Saturday forenoon another friend from Edinburgh found him in the same happy frame. As was his wont when with an old friend with whom he felt particiularly at ease, he read or recited some favorite passages, repeating, on this occasion, with great emphasis, that noble prayer of John Knox, which, he told his friend, it had been his frequent custom to repeat privately during the days of the Disruption.
About ten o'clock on Monday morning he took what with him was an altogether unusual step. Hle called on Dr. Balfour, in Portobello, to consult him as to his state of health. Balfour, in a communication with which we have been favored, "what was the matter with him, he replied,'My brain is giving way. I cannot put two thoughts together to-day. I have had a dreadful night of it; I cannot face another such. I was impressed with the idea that my Museum was attacked by robbers, and that I had got up, put on my clothes, and gone out with a loaded pistol to shoot them.
Immediately after that I became unconscious. How long that continued, I cannot say; but when I awoke in the morning I was trembling all over, and quite confused in my brain. On rising I felt as if a stiletto was suddenly, and as quickly as an electric shock, passed through my brain from front to back, and left a burning sensation on the top of the brain just below the bone. So thoroughly convinced was I that I must have been out through the night, that I examined my trousers to see if they were wet or covered with mud, but could find none. Still the terrible sensations were not nearly so bad as they were last night; and I may further inform you, that towards the end of last week, while passing through the Exchange in Edinburgh, I was seized with such a giddiness that I staggered, and would, I think, have fallen, had I not gone into an entry, where I leaned against the wall, and became quite unconscious for some seconds.
Balfour stated his opinion of the case; told him that he was over-working his- brain, and agreed to call on him on the following day to make a fuller examination. Meanwhile the quick eye of affection had noticed that there was something wrong, and on Monday forenoon Mrs. Miller came up to Edinburgh to express her anxiety to Professor Miller, and request that he would see her husband.
Balfour at Shrub Mount Mr. Hugh Miller's house , on the afternoon of next day. We met accordingly at half-past three on Tuesday. He was a little annoyed at Mrs. Miller's having given me the trouble, as he called it, but received me quite in his ordinary kind, friendly manner. We examined his chest and found that unusually well; but soon we discovered that it was head symptoms that made him uneasy.
He acknowledged having been, night after night, up till very late. The pain was intense, and momentarily followed by confusion and giddiness, and the sense of being'very drunk,'- unable to stand or walk. He thought that a period of unconsciousness must have followed this, — a kind of swoon, -but he had never fallen. Second, what annoyed him most, however, was a kind of nightmare, which for some nights past had rendered sleep most miserable. It was no dream, he said; he saw no distinct vision, and could remember nothing of what had passed accurately.
It was a sense of vague and yet intense horror, with a conviction of being abroad in the night wind, and dragged through places as if by some invisible power. His pulse was quiet, but tongue foul. The head was not hot, but he could not say it was free from pain. But I need not enter into professional details. Suffice it to say that we came to the conclusion that he was suffering from an over-worked mind, disordering his digestive organs, enervating his whole frame, and threatening serious head affection. To all our commands he readily promised obedience, not forgetting the discontinuance of neck rubbing, to which he had unfortunately been prevailed to submit some days before.
For fully an hour we talked together on these and other subjects, and I left him with no apprehension of impending evil, and little doubting but that a short time of rest and regimen would restore him to his wonted vigor. It was now near the dinner hour, and the servant entered the room to spread the table. Miller in the room alone. Another of the paroxysms was on him. His face was such a picture of horror that she shrunk in terror from the sight.
He flung himself on the sofa, and buried his head, as if in agony, upon the cushion. Again, however, the vision flitted by, and left him in perfect health. The evening was spent quietly with his family. During tea he employed himself in reading aloud Cowper's " Castaway," the Sonnet on Mary Unwin, and one of his more playful pieces, for the special pleasure of his children. Having corrected some proofs of the forthcoming volume, he went up stairs to his study. At the appointed hour he had taken the bath, but unfortunately his natural and peculiar repugnance to physic had induced him to leave untaken the medicine that had been prescribed.
He had retired into his sleeping-room, -a small apartment opening out of his study, and which, for some time past, in consideration of the delicate state of his wife's health, and the irregularity of his own hours of study, he occupied at night alone, — and lain sometime upon the bed. The horrible trance, more horrible than ever, must have returned.
All that can now be known of what followed is to be gathered from the facts, that next morning his body, half dressed, was found lying lifeless on the floor, the feet upon the study rug, the chest pierced with the ball of the revolver pistol, which was found lying in the bath that stood close by. The circumstances are thus related in the Edinburgh Witness of December In the beginning of July, last year, Mr.
Hugh Miller bought a six-shot revolving chamber pistol, size of ball ninety-two to the pound, from the late firm of NMessrs. A few days after, he called and said he thought it a little stiff in its workings, and got it made to revolve more readily. The pistol has not been seen by lr. Thomson since then; but in his absence a few minutes at dinner yesterday, Professor 5Miller called about twenty minutes from two, and asked Mr.
Thomson's foreman how many of the six shots had been fired. He added,'liind, it is loaded. It exploded, and the ball lodging in the angle of his right eye, he fell back a lifeless corpse.
The pistol is a bolted one, which permits of being carried loaded with perfect safety. Having been wet internally, rust may have stopped the action of the bolt. It is a singular fact that Hugh Miller dropped the pistol into the bath, where it remained for several hours. This may account for the apparent incaution of MIr.
Death must have been instantaneous. The servant by whom the body was first discovered, acting with singular discretion, gave no alarm, but went instantly in search of the doctor and minister; and on the latter the melancholy duty was devolved of breaking the fearful intelligence to that now broken-hearted widow, over whose bitter sorrow it becomes us to draw the veil.
The body was lifted and laid upon the bed. We saw it there a few hours afterwards. The head lay back sideways on the pillow. There was the massive brow, the firm-set, manly features, we had so often looked upon admiringly, just as we had lately seen them, —no touch nor trace upon them of disease, -nothing but that overspread pallor of death to distinguish them from what they had been. But the expression of that countenance in death will live in our memory forever. Death by gunshot wounds is said to leave no trace of suffering behind; and never was there a face of the dead freer from all shadow of pain, or grief, or conflict, than that of our dear departed friend.
And as we bent over it, and remembered the troubled look it sometimes had in life, and thought what must have been the sublimely terrific expression that it wore at the moment when the fatal deed was done, we could not help thinking that it lay there to tell us, in that expression. On looking round the room in which the body had been discovered, a folio sheet of paper was seen lying on the table.
On the centre of the page the following lines were written,-the last which that pen was ever to trace: I must have walked; and a fearful dream rises upon me. I cannot bear the horrible thought. God and Father of the Lord Jesus Christ have mercy upon me. Dearest Lydia, dear children, farewell. My brain burns as the recollection grows.
My dear, dear wife, farewell. What a legacy of love to a broken-hearted family! These last lines remain as the surest evidence of the mysterious power that laid his spirit prostrate, and of the noble elements of which that spirit was composed,-huible, and reverent, and loving to the last. Yesterday, at the request of friends, and under the authority of the Procurator-Fiscal, a lpost mortem examination of the body took place. We subjoin the result: WVe hereby certify, on soul and conscience, that we have this day examined the body of Mr.
Hugh Miller, at Shrub Mount, Portobello. WVe must ask to be excused from attempting any analysis of Mr. Miller's character and genius, or any estimate of the distinguished services he has rendered to literature, science, and the Christian faith. His loss is too heavy a one, — his removal has come upon us too suddenly and too awfully for mind or hand to be steady enough for such a task. The voice of the public press has already told what a place he had won for himself in the admiration and affection of his countrymen; and for the delicate and tender way in which the manner of his departure has universally been alluded to, were we permitted to speak in the name of Mr.
Miller's friends, we should express our deepest gratitude. It is a beautiful and worthy tribute that his brother journalists have rendered to the memory of one who was a laborer along with them in elevating the talent and tone of our newspaper literature. As Free Churchmen, however, it would be unpardonable were we to omit all reference, at such a time as this, to what he did on behalf of the church of his adoption. Chalmers did not err when, self. Miller, as he so often did, as the greatest Scotchman alive after Sir Walter Scott's death, and as the man who had done more than all others to defend and make popular throughout the country the non-intrusion cause.
We know well what the mutual love and veneration was of those two great men for one another whilst living; and now that both are gone, - and hereafter we believe still more so than even now, —their two names will be intertwined in the grateful and admiring remembrance of the ministers and members of the Free Church. It was the high honor of the writer of these hurried lines to record the part taken by his venerated relative in that great ecclesiastical struggle which terminated in the Disruption. At that time it was matter to him of great regret that, as his office was that of the biographer, and not of the historian, there did not occur those natural opportunities of speaking of the part taken by Mr.
Miller in that struggle, of which he gladly would have availed himself. And he almost wishes now that he had violated what appeared to him to be his duty, in order to create such an opportunity. He feels as if in this he had done some injustice to the dead,- an injustice which it would gratify him beyond measure if he could now in any way repair, by expressing it as his own judgment, and the judgment of the vast body of his Church, that, next to the writings and actings of Dr.
Chalmers, the leading articles of 1Mr. Miller in this journal did more than anything else to give the Free Church the place it holds in the affections of so many of our fellow-countrymen. Miller was far more than a Free Churchman, and did for the Christianity of his country and the world a far higher service than any which in that simple character and office was rendered by him.
There was nothing in him of the spirit and temper of the sectarian. He breathed too broad an atmosphere to live and move within such narrow bounds. In the heat of the conflict there may have been too much occasionally of the partisan; and in the pleasure that the sweep and stroke of his intellectual tomahawk gave to himn who wielded it, he may have forgotten at times the pain inflicted where it fell; but let his writings before and after the Disruption be now consulted, and it will be found that it was mainly because of his firm belief, whether right or wrong, that the interests of vital godliness were wrapped up in it, that he took his stand, and played his conspicuous part, in the ecclesiastical conflict.
It is well known that for some time past, - for reasons to which it would be altogether unseasonable to allude, — he has ceased to take any active part in. He had retired even, in a great measure, from the field of general literature, to devote himself to the study of Geology.
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His past labors in this department, - enough to give him a high and honored place among its most distinguished cultivators, — he looked upon but as his training for the great life-work he had marked out for himself, — the full investigation and illustration of the Geology of Scotland. He had large materials already collected for this work; and it was his intention, after completing that volume which has happily been left in so finished a state, to set himself to their arrangement.
But the friends of Christianity cannot regret, that since it was the mysterious decree of Heaven that he should prematurely fall, - his work as a pure Geologist not half done, —he should have been led aside by the publication of the Vestiges of Creation to that track of semitheological, semi-scientific research to which his later studies and later writings have been devoted. That, as it now seems to us, was the great work which it was given him on earth to do, —to illustrate the perfect harmony of all that science tells us of the physical structure and history of our globe, with all that the Bible tells of the creation and government of this earth by and through Christ Jesus our Lord.
The establishment and exhibition of that harmony was a task to which is it too much to say that there was no man living so competent as he? We leave it to the future to declare how much he has done by his writings to fulfil that task; but mourning, as we now can only do, over his sad and melancholy death,-to that very death, with all the tragic circumstances that surround it, we would point as the closing sacrifice offered on the altar of our faith. His very intellect, his reason, - God's most precious gift, - a gift dearer than life, -perished in the great endeavor to harmonize the works and word of the Eternal.
A most inscrutable event, that such an intellect shoulfd have been suffered to go to wreck through too eager a prosecution of such a work. But amid the mystery, which we cannot penetrate, our love, and our veneration, and our gratitude, toward that so highly gifted and truly Christian man shall only grow the deeper because of the cloud and the whirlwind in which he has been borne off from our side.
Hanna resumed the subject in the following elevated strain: We have still but little heart to dilate on any political or literary topic. Our thoughts can dwell on but one thrice melancholy event. Need we name that event? It had occurred but a few hours when the tidings of it struck our city with stunning, stupefying, and deeply saddening blow.
It has already thrilled our whole land; and is on its way, through a hundred channels, to the west, to the east, and to the south, carrying with it mourning and lamentation throughout the vast area which is covered by the language in which Hugh Miller wrote. Writing, as it were, amid the deep shadows of the funeral chamber, and brought in a manner into the very presence of the dead, we are made strongly to feel, and we daresay our readers to a large extent will feel, too, the nothingness of those discussions which usually occupy and engross men.
The weightiest matter that ever occupied the wisdom of cabinet or the pen of journalist appears verily but fleeting and transitory, when brought thus into prominent contrast with the awful realities of human existence and destiny; and it is only when reflection shows us that these matters are yet parts of a grand Providential scheme, embracing man's happiness now, and entering deeply into the question of his future and eternal well-being, that we can see in them that amount of significance and importance which they really possess.
From the firmament of British literature and science a great light has departed. But yesterday we rejoiced in its beams, and now it has set all suddenly and forever; and to us there remains but the melancholy task of bewailing its departure, and tracing very hastily and imperfectly its track. The intellectual powers of Hugh'l iller had certainly not declined. He was marked to the very last by that wonderful robustness of mind which had characterized him all through life.
His sense was as manly, his judgment as sound and comprehensive, his penetration as discriminating and deep, his imagination as vigorous and bold, and his taste as pure and trusty, as they had ever been. The whole of his great powers were found working together up to the last week of his earthly career, with their usually calm, noiseless strength, and finely balanced and exquisitely toned harmony.
We have evidence of this fact under his own hand in recent numbers of the Witness. His last two articles were, the one on Russia, and the other on our modern poets. The latter, -that on the poets, — is rich and genial as usual, betokening a full and unclouded recollection of all his early reading in that department of our literature, abounding in the finest touches of pathos and beauty, and redolent with a most generous sympathy with kindred genius. It is not inconsistent with what we have now stated, and it is the fact, that latterly the inroads of disease, which had entrenched itself deeply in a constitution originally strong, and which kept steadily advancing upon the vital powers, had come so near the seat of the mind, that for short intervals the noble spirit was sadly beclouded, and its moral and intellectual action momentarily suspended.
But, apart from this, there seemed ground to believe that there was yet before Mr. Miller much honorable and noble labor. The strong man, after all his tasks, appeared to be still strong. His powers were mellowing into richness and calm, matured strength; his conceptions of great principles were growing yet wider; his store of facts, literary as well as scientific, was accumulating with every busy and laborious year that passed over him; and there did seem ground to expect from his pen, unrivalled among his contemporaries in its exquisite purity and calm power, many a deep thoughted article, and many a profoundly reasoned and richly illustrated volume.
We looked to him for the solution of many a dark question in science; and we certainly hoped, from that fine union of science and theology which dwelt in him above all men, for a yet fuller and more complete adjustment of the two great records of Creation, —that of the Rocks, and that of Moses. It seemed right otherwise to the Great Disposer of all. He has said to his faithful servant, " Enough. We by no means aim at giving a calm, well weighed, and deeply pondered estimate of it, but only such a glance as the circumstances permit and require.
His great and special work was his advocacy of the principles of the Free Church. Miller was par excellence the popular expounder and defender of these principles, whether in their embryotic state in the Non-Intrusion party, or as embodied in the fully developed and completely emancipated Free Protesting Church of Scotland. For this service, in connection with which he would have best liked to be. He himself has told us with what eagerness he devoured, at that period of life, the legendary histories of Wallace and Bruce; and the occupation had its use.
It gave him a capacity for admiring what was great though perilous in exploit, and for truly and largely sympathizing with what was patriotic and self-sacrificing in character; and so it created a groundwork for his own future thinking and acting.
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The admiration he then bore to these earliest of our " Scottish Worthies," who vindicated on Bannockburn, and kindred fields, Scotland's right to be an independent and free country, he afterwards transferred to our later " Worthies," whom he revered as greater still. Not that he ever lost his admiration of the former, or ceased to value the incalculable services they rendered to the Scottish nation; but that he regarded Knox and Melville as men occupying a yet higher plat, form, —as gifted with a yet deeper insight into their country's wants, — as, in short, carrying forward and consummating the glorious task which Wallace and Bruce had but begun.
He saw that unless our reformers had come after our heroes, planting schools, founding colleges, and, above all, imparting to their countrymen a scriptural and rational faith, in vain had Bruce unsheathed his sword, — in vain had Wallace laid down his life. Wallace and Bruce had created an independent country; Knox and Melville had created an independent people. They were the creators of the Scottish nation, — the real enfranchisers of our people; and it was this that taught Mr. Miller to venerate these men so profoundly, and that made him in his inmost soul a devoted follower, and to the utmost extent of his great faculties a defender, of their cause.
He was a soldier from love, - pure, heroic, chivalrous devotion soaring infinitely above the partisan. He saw that the Church of Scotland was the creator of the rights and privileges of the people of Scotland, - that she was the grand palladium of the country's liberties,that while she stood an independent and free institution, the people stood an independent and free nation, - and that bonds to her meant slavery to them.
Therefore did he gird on the sword when he saw peril gathering around her. The privileges,- the entire standing of the common people, as given them by the Reformation, - he saw to be in danger: How richly equipped and nobly armed he came into the field, we need not here state. What fulness yet precision of ecclesiastical lore,- what strength and conclusiveness of argument, —what flashes of humor, wit, and sarcasm, —and in what a luminous yet profoundly philosophical light did he set the great principles involved in the controversy, making them patent in the very cottages of our land, and so fixing them in the understandings of the very humblest of our people, that they never afterwards could be either misunderstood or forgotten!
It was thus that the way was prepared for the great result of the 18th of May, Miller, as a man of science and a public journalist, we cannot speak at present at any length. In him the love of science was deeply seated and early developed.
The Destiny of Man by Nikolai A. Berdyaev
The first arena on which he appeared - obscure and humble as it was - afforded him special opportunities of initiating himself into what to him was then, and continued ever afterwards to be, a most fascinating study. The study of geology was eagerly prosecuted amid the multifarious duties, and during the brief pauses, of a busy life.
Several original discoveries rewarded his patient and laborious investigations. He succeeded at length in placing his name in the first rank of British scientific thinkers and writers. His works are characterized by a fine union of strict science, classic diction, and enchanting description, which rises not unfrequently into the loftiest vein of poetry.
The fruits of his researches were ever made to bear upon the defence and elucidation of the Oracles of Truth. Our common Christianity owes much to his pen. Viewing him as a journalist, Mr. Miller not only excelled in article writing, -the most difficult of all kinds of composition,but, as will be generally admitted, he has introduced a new era into newspaper writing. If the moral tone of our newspaper press is higher now than it was twenty-five years ago, we have Mr.
Miller in large degree to thank for it; and to him, too, is to be traced that purer style and more philosophic spirit which begins to be discernible in the columns of our public journals. But the character in which his personal friends will deplore him most, and will most frequently recall his memory, will be that of the man. How meek and gentle he was! No little jealousies, no fretful envyings, had he! Even in opposition, how noble and manly was he: We have seen him in various moods and in all circumstances; but never did we hear him utter an unkind or disparagihg word of man.
He was, too, a sincere and humble Christian; and the lively faith which he cherished in the adorable Redeemer and his ail-efficacious sacrifice, bore abundantly its good fruits in a life including no ordinary variety of condition and trial, and running on to such term as to make abundantly manifest what manner of man he was. The article which follows is from the Edinburgh News.