Last of all is the Church Beneficent or Constructant.  Their work is positive,—­critical of the old, creative also of the new.  They take hold of the strongest of all human faculties,—­the religious,—­and use this great river of God, always full of water, to moisten hill-side and meadow, to turn lonely saw-mills, and drive the wheels in great factories, which make a metropolis of manufactures,—­to bear alike the lumberman’s logs and the trader’s ships to their appointed place; the stream feeding many a little forget-me-not, as it passes by.  Men of all denominations belong to this Church Catholic; yet all are of one persuasion, the brotherhood of Humanity,—­for the one spirit loves manifoldness of form.  They trouble themselves little about Sin, the universal but invisible enemy whom the Church Termagant attempts to shell and dislodge; but are very busy in attacking Sins.  These ministers of religion would rout Drunkenness and Want, Ignorance, Idleness, Lust, Covetousness, Vanity, Hate, and Pride, vices of instinctive passion or reflective ambition.  Yet the work of these men is to build up; they cut down the forest and scare off the wild beasts only to replace them with civil crops, cattle, corn, and men.  Instead of the howling wilderness, they would have the village or the city, full of comfort and wealth and musical with knowledge and with love.  How often are they misunderstood!  Some savage hears the ring of the axe, the crash of falling timber, or the rifle’s crack and the drop of wolf or bear, and cries out, “A destructive and dangerous man; he has no reverence for the ancient wilderness, but would abolish it and its inhabitants; away with him!” But look again at this destroyer, and in place of the desert woods, lurked in by a few wild beasts and wilder men, behold, a whole New England of civilization has come up!  The minister of this Church of the Good Samaritans delivers the poor that cry, and the fatherless, and him that hath none to help him; he makes the widow’s heart sing for joy, and the blessing of such as are ready to perish comes on him; he is eyes to the blind, feet to the lame; the cause of evil which he knows not he searches out; breaking the jaws of the wicked to pluck one spirit out of their teeth.  In a world of work, he would have no idler in the market-place; in a world of bread, he would not eat his morsel alone while the fatherless has nought; nor would he see any perish for want of clothing.  He knows the wise God made man for a good end, and provided adequate means thereto; so he looks for them where they were placed, in the world of matter and of men, not outside of either.  So while he entertains every old Truth, he looks out also into the crowd of new Opinions, hoping to find others of their kin:  and the new thought does not lodge in the street; he opens his doors to the traveller, not forgetful to entertain strangers,—­knowing that some have also thereby entertained angels unawares.  He does not fear the great multitude, nor does the contempt of a few families make him afraid.