CHAPTER II.

The first thing which Hiram undertook after getting settled at his

boarding place, was to decide what church to attend. This was a matter

which required a great deal of deliberation, and week after week he

visited different churches of his own faith.

Mr. Bennett, with his family, went to an Episcopal church. He took the

liberty, one day, of flatly advising his cousin to cut Presbyterianism,

and go with him.

'The fact is, Hiram, I can't stand the blue lights; they make a

hypocrite of you, or a sniveller. Now, I don't profess to be a good

person, but I think, after all, my neighbors know about where to find

me. As to the Episcopalians, they give us good music, good prayers, and

short sermons. They don't come snooping about to find out whether you go

sometimes to the theatre, or if any of your family practise the damnable

sin of dancing at parties. They mind their own business, and leave you

to mind yours.'

'What _is_ their business?' asked Hiram.

Mr. Bennett, taken a little aback, hesitated a moment; then he replied,

'Why, to preach and read the service, and perform church duties

generally.'

'Well,' said Hiram, 'I always thought it was a part of a minister's duty

to look after the spiritual welfare of every one of his church, and to

visit the families, and converse with all the members.'

'You forget you're not in the country, where everything is got up on an

entirely different basis,' replied Mr. Bennett. 'You won't find much

'pastoral' work here, even among the blue lights. They confine

themselves to preaching brimstone sermons from the pulpit and at evening

lectures, and giving orders about the management of your family and

mine, taking care that nobody shall enjoy anything if they can help it.

If you go to see a play, it is a plunge into Tophet; if you permit your

child to tread a quickstep to a lively tune, both you and your child are

fit subjects for the wrath to come.'

'I rather think you are mistaken when you say the Episcopalians approve

of the theatre and late parties, and so forth,' retorted Hiram. 'I have

been told by two or three of that persuasion, that the clergy object

decidedly to all these things.'

'Gammon, Hiram--gammon for the country market. I tell you, I know that

we can do just what we please in the way of 'rational amusement,' as our

clergyman calls it, and your people can't, and I advise you to come over

to the liberal side.'

Hiram shook his head.

'Well, if you won't, I recommend Dr. Pratt. He, I understand, permits a

little fun occasionally; then he makes use of our prayers, commits them

to memory, you know; and latterly has put on a gown, and has a little

boy to open the door of his pulpit. I advise you to go there.'

'Thank you,' said Hiram; 'but I don't think I should relish that kind of

a man. I prefer something decided one way or the other.'

'Then take Dr. Chellis, he's your chap. Boanerges! a regular son of

thunder. Egad, I believe he _does_ visit every soul of his flock--keeps

them straight. The other evening he was invited to a little gathering at

the house of a new comer in his congregation--he always accepts

invitations, and they say he is very fond of oysters and chicken salad,

though he drinks nothing but cold water;--well, it happened the young

folks wanted to get up a quadrille, began to arrange it innocently

enough before his face and eyes. Thereupon he jumped up in a huff, and

flung himself out of the house, and the next Sunday delivered an extra

blast on the 'immoral tendencies of the dance.'

'That's the man for me,' said Hiram, firmly.

Mr. Bennett regarded his protege with a keen, inquisitive glance, with a

view to fathom him, if possible. It would seem that the result was

unsatisfactory, for after a moment he exclaimed, 'Well, I confess I

don't exactly see through you. It may be one sort of thing; it may be

another; but I can't say which.'

'It is a very simple matter, Mr. Bennett. I was brought up strictly, and

believe in my bringing up.'

'All right, if you mean it.'

'I do mean it. Besides, now that I have come to New York to reside,

where I shall be subjected to the numerous temptations of a city life, I

shall need more than ever to be under the preaching of just such a man

as you describe Dr. Chellis to be.'

'Oh, don't; that is coming it too strong; now I think I _do_ understand

you. But, Hiram, drop all that sort of thing. If you want to join

Chellis's church, join it; but talk your cant to the marines.'

Hiram was angry, but he said nothing.

'You must not be vexed, Hiram. You know I want to do you all the good I

can. Recollect, if you are smart, you have much to learn yet. Let me

have your confidence, and I will advise you according to my experience.

If you really like severe preaching, you can't do better than go in for

the Doctor. He has the richest congregation in New York. Allwise, Tenant

& Co., Starbuck & Briggs, Daniel Story. Those are names for you;

South-street men, too, in your line. They are the pillars of Chellis's

church; good men and true, if they are blue lights. Besides, there are

lots of pretty girls--tight little Presbyterian saints, with plenty of

cash. Their fathers can buy and sell Dr. Pratt's congregation and mine

together. Yes, you are right; I wonder I did not think of it. Go in for

Chellis.'

Hiram was still silent. His heightened color and severe expression

showed how little he relished Mr. Bennett's conversation.

Nothing is so disagreeable to a person whose nature is not thoroughly

genuine, but who claims to act from proper motives, as to have another

take it for granted he is not doing so.

He did not forget a word that Mr. Bennett had said, though. Indeed, he

recovered his equanimity so far as to thank him for his suggestions,

and, wishing him good-day, he started for his place in South street.

Mr. Bennett watched the young man as he walked up the street (the

conversation occurred in the doorway of H. Bennett & Co.'s

establishment), and until he had turned the corner. 'Deep, very deep,'

he muttered as he stepped inside. 'He'll be 'round one of these days, or

I am mistaken.'

Meanwhile Hiram continued on his way to the store, his cheeks burning

under the influence of Mr. Bennett's plain talk, but sensibly alive to

the description of Dr. Chellis's church.

'Allwise, Tenant & Co., eh? and Starbuck & Briggs (Hiram had been but a

few weeks in New York, and already had learned to pay that almost

idolatrous deference to great commercial names which is a leading

characteristic of the town); that will do. Plenty of rich girls,'--his

heart began to beat quick,--'plenty of rich girls. That's the place for

me.'

Strange, in this soliloquy he said nothing about the spiritual

advantages to be derived under the preaching of so noted a divine as Dr.

Chellis. Yet Hiram really liked strong preaching and severe discipline.

For he never appropriated any of the denunciations. Feeling perfectly

safe himself, it gratified him to hear the awful truths severely

enforced on the outsiders.

We see, however, from this little conversation with himself, what was

uppermost in Hiram's mind. Subsequent inquiries, carefully made of

various persons, fully confirmed the statement of Mr. Bennett as to

these little particulars in relation to Dr. Chellis's church and

congregation.

Dr. Chellis himself was a person of extraordinary ability, great purity

of character, and great zeal. At this period he was about sixty years of

age, but he possessed the earnestness and energy of a young man. His

congregation were very much attached to him, and it is true he exercised

over them a remarkable influence. Many people sneered, accusing them of

'being led by the nose by their minister.' They were led, it is true,

but not in that way: rather by their understanding and their affections.

For, strict and stern and severe as the 'old Doctor' appeared to be, it

was the _sin_ he thundered against, not the individual. And those who

were brought in more intimate contact with him, declared that he was,

after all, a kind, tender-hearted man.

His church were devoted to him. The majority were a severe, toilsome,

self-denying company--too much so, perchance; but of that I dare hazard

no opinion: God knows. Like their minister, sincere, indulging in no

cant; without hypocrisy, practising in the world during the week the

principles they professed on Sunday to be governed by; a church

deserving to be honored for its various charities (it gave twice as much

as any other in the city), for the personal liberality of its members

when called on to join in public or private subscriptions, and for the

exalted influence they exerted in affairs generally.

Into such a church, and among such a people, Hiram Meeker proposes to

introduce himself.

* * * * *

His first move was to call on Dr. Chellis without any introduction, and

present his credentials from the church in Burnsville, as well as an

excellent letter from his minister, certifying particularly as to his

religious character and deportment. He thought by going as an

unsophisticated youth from the country he would make a better impression

and more strongly commend himself to the Doctor's sympathy than in any

other way.

I think, however, that Hiram's call was rather of a failure. He had no

ordinary man to deal with. Dr. Chellis had not only a profound knowledge

of human nature, but a quick insight into its various peculiarities. He

could classify individuals rapidly; and he read Hiram after fifteen

minutes' conversation.

The latter, not accustomed to men of the Doctor's calibre, found himself

wanting in his usual equanimity. His familiar role did not serve, he

could see that, and for once his resources failed him.

For the Doctor did not appear to be specially interested when Hiram,

apropos of nothing, except as a last card, undertook, in a meek,

saint-like manner, to give him an account of his early conviction of sin

and subsequent triumphant conversion. Indeed, if the truth must be told,

the worthy divine gave evident symptoms--to speak plainly--of being

bored before Hiram's story was half finished! The latter was not slow to

see this, and he found it difficult to rally.

At length he gave the Doctor an opportunity to speak, by bringing his

personal narrative to a close.

'You have no acquaintances in the city?'

'I think I may say none, except in business; and my object in selecting

such a church as yours is to keep up the same degree of piety which I

humbly trust I maintained in my village home.'

[Pretty well, Hiram, pretty well--but you have an old head to deal

with, and an honest heart: be careful.]

'To do that,' replied the Doctor, gravely, 'you must not look back to

what you were, or thought you were. Be sure you are in danger when you

feel complacent about yourself.'

These were awful words to Hiram, and from such a severe, grave,

dignified old man.

'In danger!' That was something new. 'Of what?' Why, no thought of a

possibility of danger had crossed young Meeker's mind since the day he

joined the church in Hampton.

He sat quite still, uncertain what reply to make.

He was interrupted by the tones of the Doctor's voice--tones which were

modified from their previous severity.

'I will take your letter,' he said, 'and at the next communion, which

will take place in about six weeks, you will be admitted to membership.'

'I should like to have a class in the Sunday school,' said Hiram,

breathing more freely.

'If you will speak next Sunday to Mr. Harris, the superintendent,'

replied the Doctor, 'he will furnish you with one. There is a demand for

teachers just at present, I heard him say.'

Dr. Chellis rose, as if Hiram had taken up enough of his time. Our hero

could but do the same. He bowed and left the room.

'A pretty sort of minister that,' exclaimed he between his teeth, as he

quitted the house. 'Pious! no more pious than my boot. Never listened to

a word I said. I know he didn't. Is it possible I must sit under this

man's preaching? I see now what cousin Bennett meant by things being got

up on an entirely different basis here from what they are in the

country. I should think they were. But there is Allwise, Tenant & Co.,

Daniel Story. I may trust myself with such names [he did not say with

such _men_]. Ah! h'm--h'm--lots of pretty girls, with plenty of cash.

I'll try it. Anyhow, it stands number one. No mistake about that!

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