Brooklyn: 28 August 1865



  Having read some remarks in a late CIRCULAR on the subject of "Hero Worship," I take the liberty with your leave, to suggest a few thoughts of my own. Among the few books I could get a hold of when I was a child, was the "Scottish Chiefs," by Miss Porter. To my young imagination the principal personage of that book, Sir William Wallace, was one of the completest heroes that ever filled the page of history, was the perfect embodiment of all that was great, good and beautiful. But in later years my worship of him was superseded by my admiration for the hero of "Uncle Tom's Cabin," although he may never have existed only in the brain of the writer. I learn from this that it is not the hero's person that I worship, but the principle, the life, the heroic actions, that constitute the man and the Christian. Is there any idolatry in this? I feel there is none. Just so far as our heroes have done their duty for the sake of humanity and the principles of Jesus of Nazareth, just so far are they entitled to all honor; and the principles embodied in them we do, we must worship; and while the praises of a grateful people are poured forth for them, let them by thankful for their gifts and give God the glory; for no man has any thing he did not receive. A true hero needs not the adulation of the multitude; he is superior to it, and feels that at the best he has but done his duty, according to his master's will; and therefore any demonstrations of popular applause will not make him vain, for the reward of worth is not a song or crown;

"And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels,
Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels."


  Michigan, Aug. 8, 1865.