In introducing religion with the arts, sciences, and conveniences of civilization, Dr. Jackson’s work reminds one of the words of Whittier:
I hear the mattock in the mine,
The ax stroke in the dell,
The clamor of the Indian lodge,
And now the chapel bell.
I hear the tread of pioneers,
Of nations yet to be,
The first low wash of waves where soon
Shall roll a human sea.