_him_, that there's nothing in _them_.

J.O.W.H.

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QUERIES.

CALVIN AND SERVETUS.

The fate of Servetus has always excited the deepest commiseration. His
death was a judicial crime, the rank offence of religious pride,
personal hatred, and religious fanaticism. It borrowed from superstition
its worst features, and offered necessity the tyrant's plea for its
excuse. Every detail of such events is of great interest. For by that
immortality of mind which exists for ever as History, or through the
agency of those successive causes which still link us to it by their
effects, we are never separated from the Past. There is also an
eloquence in immaterial things which appeals to the heart through all
ages. Is there a man who would enter unmoved the room in which
Shakspeare was born, in which Dante dwelt, or see with indifference the
desk at which Luther wrote, the porch beneath which Milton sat, or Sir
Isaac Newton's study? So also the possession of a book once their own,
still more of the MS. of a work by which great men won enduring fame,
written in a great cause, for which they struggled and for which they
suffered, seems to efface the lapse of centuries. We feel present before
them. They are before us as living witnesses. Thus we see Servetus as,
alone and on foot, he arrived at Geneva in 1553; the lake and the little
inn, the "Auberge de la Rose," at which he stopped, reappear pictured by