This Church Constructant has a long apostolical succession of great men, and many nations are gathered in its fold.  And what a variety of beliefs it has!  But while each man on his private account says, CREDO, and believes as he must and shall, and writes or speaks his opinions in what speech he likes best,—­they all, with one accordant mouth, say likewise, FACIAMUS, and betake them to the one great work of developing man’s possibility of knowledge and virtue.

Mr. Beecher belongs to this Church Constructant.  He is one of its eminent members, its most popular and effective preacher.  No minister in the United States is so well known, none so widely beloved.  He is as well known in Ottawa as in Broadway.  He has the largest Protestant congregation in America, and an ungathered parish which no man attempts to number.  He has church members in Maine, Wisconsin, Georgia, Texas, California, and all the way between.  Men look on him as a national institution, a part of the public property.  Not a Sunday in the year but representative men from every State in the Union fix their eyes on him, are instructed by his sermons and uplifted by his prayers.  He is the most popular of American lecturers.  In the celestial sphere of theological journals, his papers are the bright particular star in that constellation called the “Independent”:  men look up to and bless the useful light, and learn therefrom the signs of the times.  He is one of the bulwarks of freedom in Kansas,—­a detached fort.  He was a great force in the last Presidential campaign, and several stump-speakers were specially detailed to overtake and offset him.  But the one man surrounded the many.  Scarcely is there a Northern minister so bitterly hated at the South.  The slave-traders, the border-ruffians, the purchased officials know no Higher Law; “nor Hale nor Devil can make them afraid”; yet they fear the terrible whip of Henry Ward Beecher.

The time has not come—­may it long be far distant!—­to analyze his talents and count up his merits and defects.  But there are certain obvious excellences which account for his success and for the honor paid him.

Mr. Beecher has great strength of instinct,—­of spontaneous human feeling.  Many men lose this in “getting an education”; they have tanks of rain-water, barrels of well-water; but on their premises is no spring, and it never rains there.  A mountain-spring supplies Mr. Beecher with fresh, living water.

He has great love for Nature, and sees the symbolical value of material beauty and its effect on man.

He has great fellow-feeling with the joys and sorrows of men.  Hence he is always on the side of the suffering, and especially of the oppressed; all his sermons and lectures indicate this.  It endears him to millions, and also draws upon him the hatred and loathing of a few Pharisees, some of them members of his own sect.

Listen to this:—­