Words repeated by how many myriads1, in how many zones—tropic, temperate3, frigid4, wherever the English tongue is spoken! Words said commonly with more of meaning and sincerity5 than fall to the lot of many almost-of-course salutations. Words in which there is a shade of melancholy6, and a gleam of gladness; a lingering of regret, with the very new birth of anticipation7. “A Happy New Year.”
Ah, but it is not unlike parting with an old friend, the saying good-bye to the Old Year. And it seems unkind to turn from him who has so long dwelt with us, and to take up too jauntily8 with a new friend.
4 He had his faults: but, at any rate, we know them; and those of the new-comer have yet to be discovered. And his virtues9 seem to stand out in bolder relief, now that we feel that we shall never see him again. Such experiences, too, we have had together! we have been sad and merry in company, and the days of our past society come with a warm rush to our heart:—
“Though his eyes are waxing dim, And though his foes10 speak ill of him, He was a friend to me.”
And so we keep hold still of his hand, loth, very loth indeed to part—as we sit in silence by the flickering11 fire, and listen to the sudden bursts and sinking of the bells.
It is our habit—(I speak in the name of myself, and of many of my readers)—it is an immemorial custom with us, to assemble, all that can do so, in the old home, from which we have at different times taken wing—to gather together there again, on the last night of the Old Year. I have heard the plan objected to, but I never heard any objections that to my mind seemed weighty ones. True, the gaps that must come from time to time, are perhaps most of all brought prominently, sadly before us, at such a gathering12 as this. We miss the husband, the brother, the sweet girl-daughter, the little one’s pattering feet—ah, sorely, sorely then! Last year the familiar face was here, and now, now, far away, under the white sheet of snow. This is sad, but it is not a mere13 unstarlit night of gloom. Nay14, I maintain that, to those who look at it rightly, more and brighter stars of comfort shine out then than at other times to compensate15 for the deepening dark. There is5 the comfort of sympathy, and of seeing in all surrounding faces how the lost one was loved. But, especially, it seems as though, when all are met again, he may not be far away from the circle that was so unbroken upon earth:—
“Nor count me all to blame if I Conjecture16 of a stiller guest, Perchance, perchance, among the rest, And, though in silence, wishing joy.”
And most of all, there is the old-fashioned, but ever new comfort—balm, indeed, of Gilead, for every bereaved17 heart.
“I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.
“For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.”
And these home gatherings18, yearly growing more incomplete, and yearly increasing, lead the heart to glad thought of that reunion hereafter, in that House of our Father in which the mansions19 are many, the Home, one.
Well, you are gathered, my friend and reader, you and your dear ones, about your father’s fireside on this last night of the Old Year. The hours have stolen on: at ten o’clock the servants came in, and the last family prayers have been offered up, and the last thanksgiving of the assembled household for this year; and the chamber20 candlesticks have been set out, and the father has drawn21 his chair near the fire, and another log cast upon it crackles and flashes; and each and all announce the intention of seeing the Old Year out and the New Year in.
Cheery talk, reminiscent talk, pensive22 talk, thankful talk; a little silence. The wind flaps against the window, and throws6 against it a handful of the Old Year’s cast-off leaves. The clock on the mantelpiece gives eleven sharp, clear tings. The year has but an hour to live. And now the wind brings up a clear ring of bells; and then sinks, that the Old Year may die in peace, and his requiem23 be well heard over the waking land.
But an hour to live! And the burden of depression that ever comes with the exceeding sweetness of bells, loads, grain after grain, the descending25 scale of your spirits. It is a solemn time, a time for quiet: a time in which it is well to leave even the dear faces, and to get you apart alone with God.
So you steal away from the fireside blaze; and ascend26 the creaking stairs, and enter your own room; and close the door, even as a dear Friend long ago advised; and offer the last worship of the year—confessions, supplications, intercessions, praises. You go over the dear names, sweet beads27 of the heart’s rosary, telling them one by one to God, with their several wants and needs. You mention once more the special blessings28 to them and to yourself of the past year. You put, once more, all the future for them and for you into that kind, wise Father’s hand; and you feel rested then, and at peace. A few words read, for the last time this year, in the Book of books; and now there is yet a little space for quiet thought about the dying year, before his successor enters at the door.
And it is then, as you sit pensively30 before the dancing fire, alone in your silent room—while the bell music now comes in bursts, and now dies in whispers—that a sort of abstract of many thoughts that have hovered32 about you all day is7 summoned up before your mind. It is the hour of soft regret, helped, I say, by those merry, melancholy bells, which
“Swell up and fail, as though a door Were shut between you and the sound.”
You have had your sad times in the year that is so nearly dead; you have shed your bitter tears; you have had your lonely hours, your weariness of this unsatisfying, disappointing world. Unkindness, estrangement33, bereavement34, intense solitariness35 of the spirit, when it is conscious that not another being than the Creator can ever understand, far less supply, its want, or heal its woe—these experiences, these wearing, shaping, refining operations of the kind Father are part of your memories of the dying year. While their bitterness was present with you, you would have said that it was impossible that you could ever regret to part with the year that brought them. “Ring out,” you would have said, “ring out, wild bells, this unkind and bitter year; this year that hath brought a blight36 over my life; this year that hath dispelled37 the dreams of youth, and changed into a wilderness38 that which did blossom as the rose. Ring out, and let this hard year die. Fleet, hours and days and weeks and months, and set a distance between me and what I long to call the past. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky; gladly would I say now, even now, while I listened to you—
“The year is dying—let it die!”
But those hours of bitterness are now, even now, of the past. That sharp pain, or that weary ache, is dulled, perhaps removed. Perhaps you have learned God’s lesson in it, and can thank8 Him, though the ache still dwells in the heart’s heart; at any rate, the Old Year is passing away; the sad Old Year, the glad Old Year; on the whole—yes, on the whole, the dear Old Year. He is with you but for a few minutes more; he has come to say good-bye.
Who does not unbend at such a time? In all the friendships, in all the ties of life, there comes up surely all the warmth, all the kindly39 feeling of the heart, when the time comes which is to end that connection for ever. There may have been some old grudges40, discontents, heart-burnings, jealousies41, disappointments. But they are forgotten now, and the eyes have a kindly light, and the lips a tender word, and the hand a hearty42 shake, when it has indeed come to saying good-bye.
And so with the Old Year, whatever he has been to us, whatever little disagreements we may have had, whatever heart-burnings, they are not much remembered now.
It is a friend that is leaving you, you are not glad to part with him; good-bye, Old Year, good-bye.
Another regretful thought, as the twilight43 flickers44 and dances on the blind, and those bells still dance hand-in-hand, row after row, close up to the window, and still pass away hardly perceived into the distant fields. The dying Year brought some happiness, some love; this is now warm and safe in the nest of the heart; the coming time may fledge it, and it may, some summer day, take sudden wing and fly.
“He brought me a friend, and a true, true love, And the New Year will take ’em away.”
Youth is especially the time, perhaps, for a sort of tender9 prophetic hint of the evanescence and passing away of hopes, loves, dreams. It is indeed but a rose-leaf weight on the heart, but a gossamer45 passing across the sun; yet there it frequently is. The iron hand of real crushing bereavement, of actual anguish46, has never yet had the heart in its gripe, to crush out all that more tender sentiment. Yet some soft, faint shadows of darker hours do, unaccountably, fall early across the daisy fields of youth. And thus in youth a certain foreshadowing, in mature years a stern experience, brings into the heart at this time a thoughtful dread47 of losing what we already have; an undefinable apprehension48 of the future. This time next year, when the New Year has become the Old, and its time has come round to say good-bye, what changes may have come to us, to our circle, to our home! Will all be then as it is now? Will love, perhaps newly-acquired, still nestle in our heart, or will it have even taken wings like a dove, and have left it—
“Like a forsaken49 bird’s nest filled with snow”?
Oh, who shall tell? Answer, quiet heart, that hast learned to trust in God; and rest, rest peacefully, brightly, hopefully, on the answer that God hath taught thee!
But a quarter of an hour left now of the Old Year’s life! and the wind brings the bells in a sudden burst like rain against the window. Before you join the group downstairs there is yet another, the saddest subject for regretful thought. The past hours of the past days of the year nearly past might have been better spent, oh, how much so, than they have been!
“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.” Has that been the rule of the past year? Ah, if it had been,10 how different a year to look back upon! How many opportunities neglected altogether! How many but weakly and slackly employed! Opportunities that can never come again, that, employed or neglected, are past now. The word that might have done infinite good, but that was not spoken—cowardice, weak complaisance50, in a word, worldliness, God’s enemy, fettered51 the tongue: excuses were ready, though the heart did not believe them, and God’s soldier failed, and the devil had the better of that field. Again, actions, that sloth52 or love of worldly ease caused to die out into smoke when they should have been eager leaping fire. An opportunity came, once and again, of doing something for God. The duty was a laborious53 one, a painful one; nevertheless, however painful, it must be done; you had resolved that it should be done; you had even sought help upon your knees for the work. But mark the carnal coward spirit creeping over the spiritual manly55 resolve: a friend came in, a persuasion56 turned you; your heart, alas57! hardly really in earnest, did not set itself as a flint to its purpose; too willing to be turned aside, it basely accepted the tempting58 excuse, and laboured thereupon to believe itself really acquitted59 from the duty. Those opportunities passed away, the noble action was not done, the faithful word was never spoken, the heart’s reproaches became dull, and the duty ceased its ceaseless gnawing60 at the conscience. But amid the fitful sinking and falling of the firelight and the bells as you sit on the rug, hand-shading your eyes—the neglected opportunity comes back, with all its reproach, even newer and keener than at the first; back again to accuse your faint-heartedness, to upbraid61 your lukewarm11 love; to tell you of One who died for you, and yet for whom you shirk the least distasteful labour, the least taking up the cross, and denying yourself to follow Him.
And, besides all this, when you think of the whole past year, even of its hours (how few, and how grudged62!) when you have tried to do the work which the Master put into your power to perform for Him, how conscious you are of the want of heart in even your best endeavours; you cannot but feel how hard the world’s votaries63 have been working for their master, and how slackly you have been labouring for your Master and only Saviour—how they have been running, with eyes fixed64 on the goal; and how you have been hobbling and limping, looking behind, and on this side and on that, not with single purpose, pressing towards the mark—ah, no!
And you think, then, what this life might have been—might be. A life that looked straight forward, that turned not to the right hand nor to the left, that paused for no alluring65 of pleasure, for no constraining66 of business—
“This way and that dividing the swift mind,”
and wasting its energy and powers. A life that set God first, utterly67 first; that shouldered aside the world’s jostling, distracting importunities; that left the little concerns, the little loves, the little jealousies of this brief life, staring after its eager, swift, stedfast advance, whenever they would have interposed to hinder it. A life that really and in good earnest, not half-heartedly and in pretence68, should leave all to follow Christ. Something of the unflinching, unswerving, unpausing persistency69 of those old Jesuits; only in the service of Christ,12 and not in that of the Pope and the Inquisition. You think of a St. Paul, and his onward70, onward still, “in weariness and painfulness, in watchings often, in hunger and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness,” and you think of your lagging, loitering——!
Ah, well, that is best: on your knees once more, for pardon and for grace—grace to love Him more and serve Him better in the year so near at hand! God shall wipe away all those tears that love for Him made to flow, and the blessed Saviour’s perfect righteousness shall hide all our vile71 and miserable72 rags; yet even the saved, we can almost fancy, will wish with a feeling akin24 to regret, to have loved the blessed Lord more; and he who has gained but five pounds will surely wish that it had been ten. For our opportunities, it often seems to me, are such as angels might long to have. Where all are serving God, and we have no longer a sinful nature dragging us back, nor a glittering world around us, nor a subtle tempter at our ear—it will seem little, methinks, to serve God then and there. But now, and here, in a world lying in wickedness, where the more part are not on Christ’s side, but rather leagued with or deserters to the devil, the world, and the flesh—oh, what an Abdiel opportunity to stand up, a speaking, living protest in life’s least and greatest thought, word, and act; a burning and a shining light, reflecting the beams of the Sun of Righteousness in a dark and naughty world!
Ah, may this quiet hour of thought, of regretful meditation73, by God’s grace, be the point on which you have collected your powers and energies for a forward spring, that shall not grow slack through eternity74!
15 Five minutes to twelve now. The hour of Regret is near its close. The hour of Anticipation is close at hand. The Old Year’s bells are running down, and the Old Year’s life is passing with them. Five minutes more. First you bow your head, and adore the Almighty75 and the All-loving—God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost—for the Past, for the Present, and for the Future. Then you go downstairs, according to old custom, to join the rest of the dear circle at the open window, and to listen for the ceasing of the bells.
They are gathered at the window, standing76 quietly and thoughtfully; those that are nearest and dearest linked with loving arms; they are silent, or speak in a subdued77 tone. You might almost think that they were indeed standing by some bedside, watching the last breathing of a friend; for a solemn thing it is, the passing from one to another of these stepping-stones in the brook78 of life, and seeing the other shore seem to gather a more distinct shape through the mist of the future.
You join the group. A cold, moist air, full of films of snow, comes out of the dark night into the warm, bright room. The bells are running away; you might almost fancy them the sands, the last few grains of the Old Year’s life. Suddenly they stop, and in the breathing silence a deep clang falls from the church tower,—another,—ten more yet,—and the Old Year is dead.
“A happy New Year!—a happy New Year!” Warm kisses, and hearty shakes of the hand, and, like the crash of a great breaker that has seemed to pause for a moment in the air, down bursts the glad, the melancholy ring of bells again,16 and floods the bare shore of silence,—still lingering, seething79, receding80, gathering into new bursts again, and yet again.
A happy New Year! The Past is past, the Old Year is dead, the hour of Regret is gone by, the time of Anticipation is here; not good-bye now, but welcome; not lingering retrospect81, but earnest advance. Life is too short for long mourning; not much time can be spared to meditate82 by the fresh grave of the past. Forward, towards the unknown future: grasp its opportunities, its sorrows, its joys, to be woven into some fabric83 for the Master’s use! On, towards the untried future, bravely, trustfully, hopefully, cheerfully; but remember you can never overtake it. It changes into the present even as you come up with it; and it is now, or never, that you must be serving God.
“Trust no future, howe’er pleasant, Let the dead past bury its dead; Act, act in the living present, Heart within, and God o’erhead.”
But good night to all, or good morning—which?—and then upstairs, and tired, to bed. When you wake, things will go on much as usual, though the Old Year be dead, and sentry84 January have relieved sentry December. Only for a time you will find yourself dating still 18—, and, if untidy, you will have to smear85, if tidy, to erase86, the last figure, and substitute the number of your new friend.
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Anticipation. This is especially the dower of the young, if Regret be often the possession of the old. What a strange, glorious thing a New Year is to the child! Little of the feelings that I have been describing find place in the breast17 of the boy and girl, that were fast asleep and warm in their beds, while you and the bells were at conference: little of such musings trouble them, as they bound out of bed in the morning, and scuttle87 off in their night-gowns, patter patter, in a race, to be the first to wish father and mother a happy New Year. They are growing out of childhood: that is the joy for them: another of those vast periods has passed. Happy Spring, that does but long to shed and cast away her myriad2 white blossoms; and to rush on towards the full-grown Summer:—unknowing in the least, of the sober, misty88, tear-strung, if fruitful, Autumn boughs89! A happy New Year, little ones! Far be it from me to strip Spring boughs in order to imitate the Autumn which they cannot know! God keep you, my children; God teach you, and God bless you!
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A little farther on. Anticipation is glowing warmly in the heart of the young man and the young woman. The time of childhood is left behind. The time of independence, the time of manhood, is drawing near: that time which shall transform into realities the great things,—the noble, world-stirring deeds, that have hitherto been only schemes. That time when the loves that are budding in the heart shall burst into exquisite90 blossoms, and never a frost nip them, and never a rude wind carry at unawares a loose petal91 away.
A happy New Year. The heart accepts this wish, fearlessly, without doubt, before the strife92; before the rough work of a field or two in the scarce-tried warfare93 of life has smirched the glittering armour94, and shorn the gay plumes95, and changed the18 song before the battle into hard labouring sobs96, in the stern hand-to-hand tussle97 with sin and with sorrow, with disappointment and dismay. Before many a scheme overturned, many a brave effort fallen dead as bullets against a stone wall, many a seeming hopeful struggle forced back by the sheer dead weight of evil, has made the heart sick and the knees to tremble, and brought an early weariness and hint of despair over the amazed Recruit; a touch of that felt by the Sage98 of old: “It is enough: evil is too strong for me: I can do no more than others have done before: my schemes have come to nothing, my bubbles have burst: now let me die.” But the Recruit becomes the Veteran, and is content to wait, where he was once ready to despair. He does not hope so much, and therefore is not so much dismayed; he relies now not so much on earthquake efforts, as on the still small voice uttered to the world by the life which is given to God. He is content to labour,—and to leave it to the Master to give the increase.
Yes, the young heart, even when lit with heavenly love, and full of great designs for God, must submit to the overthrow99 of the bright visions that anticipation set before it. How much more, when its fire was lit from earth; and earth’s loves, or fame, or pleasure, or power, were the prizes for which life’s battle was to be fought. Vanity and vexation of spirit, disappointment, dismay, despair; these are the ruins that shall be won for Moscows, if that battle be fought to the end!
A happy New Year. That glad wish of youth may come to sound, to the man, nothing but bitter irony100. But much of the19 early hope, and more than the early peace, comes back to the veteran worker for God.
“Who, but the Christian101, through all life That blessing29 may prolong? Who, through the world’s sad day of strife, Still chant his morning song?”
A happy New Year, young man and young woman! God grant it you, in the one true sense of the word. It need not be a freedom from sorrow: this is an ennobling, useful discipline, that I may not wish you to avoid. But, to be happy, it must be free from sloth and wilful102 sin.
Look out from your window again, at the snow sheet which has silently, deeply, fallen upon the earth. Let it be very20 early in the morning, while the world is asleep and the broad moon and the glittering stars watch alone over the smooth, sparkling, white face of the land. Not a footstep, so far as you see, has impressed the smooth, pure snow; not a dark cart-track has yet left a long stain on the spotless road. No thawing103 penitential drippings have made dark wells in it here and there; no rude sweeping104 has piled the snow in stained heaps hither and thither105 by the path. All is yet pure, untouched, undefiled.
This is the New Year upon which we have entered, as we look at it from the casement107 of the Old Year, before yet one step has been placed on its first moment. All as yet unstained, and white, and calm.
For how short a time to remain so! Can we set our first step upon it without somewhat marring its virgin108 beauty? And then the traffic, the hurrying of many feet, the crushing of many wheels; thought, word, and deed, too often unwatched and unsanctified by prayer; oh, what a change soon, and how short a time that purity and calm has lasted!
New Year; clean New Year; how dark, how defiled106, how changed will you be, when you also are now waxing old, and ready to vanish away! The white virgin opportunity all passed by, leaving dark, dreary109, sodden110 fields, and roads churned up into yellow mud. The clinging spotless moments—flakes that, in innumerable combination, made up the great stainless111 carpet of the untrodden New Year; for them there will be many a trickling112 rivulet113 of penitential tears; and the steam and mist of heavy sighs that go up to God because of life’s work too faintly, slackly done. Well then, that is well.21 Better, of course, if this could have been, that the pure year had remained unstained.
“My little children, these things write I unto you, that ye sin not.”
But well, if we are indeed humbly114 striving, and if hearty repentance115, and a true, lively, cleansing116 faith follow upon our many, many sad failings, faults, and shortcomings. For, sweet words!—
“If any man sin, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous: and He is the propitiation for our sins.”
And, glorious thought! if we are indeed loving and seeking after purity and holiness, striving because of the hope within us, to purify ourselves, even as He is pure—then know this, we shall not love, and seek, and strive in vain.
“When He shall appear, we shall be like Him.”
Think of that! So that, when our last hour comes, and the bellringers are ready for us, to ring out the Old Year of this life, and to ring in the New Year of the next; and we are looking (our near and dear ones still by us) out of the casement of the Old Year of TIME, what may we then see? There shall be stretched out before us the immeasurable unstained tract31 of the New Year of ETERNITY, unsullied, spotless, pure and white; and we need not then be afraid to enter upon that. The blood of Jesus, which cleanseth from all sin, will have so cleansed117 us, that even our footprints will not stain nor mar54 it. The spots and the defilements, the tears and the sighs, they will lie all behind us then, in the Old Year which is dead. Ring out,22 oh, ringers, then—toll not, but ring out the year of sadness and of sin, of weak strivings, cold hearts, and dull love! Ring out the year of partings and estrangements, of death and tears! And ring in—oh, that it might be so for every reader of this chapter!—ring with none but joy-notes, ring in that everlastingly118 happy New Year!
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