At supper I bravely disposed of my bowl of
brown bread and milk, taking it as a matter of course, but secretly
hoping father would notice my improved appetite.
Sunday proved to be a blessed day in my calendar. Dr. Channing held
service in the dining-room and every person on the place was present,
with many more from the neighborhood and from Boston. The subject of his
sermon was the New Commandment:
"A new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another; as I have
loved you, that ye also love one another. By this shall all men know
that ye are my disciples if ye have love to one another."
Father always remembered that sermon, and referred to it many times in
later years. What I remember about it is that it awoke a new sense in my
dull mind of what practical Christianity really is. I realized that I
had been a selfish, stupid cub; trying my worst to make the worst of
everything, while every one else was trying their best to make the best
of everything. That was a good ending of what had been a threatening
phase of my first experience at Brook Farm.
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