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leading of great principles. What they do not see 'strange infirmity, it is apt to look upon the old errors with their eyes, they cannot receive. Their faith in and sins of the past, as precedents to be followed, the unseen God, is but traditional, and not vital. He rather than as warnings to be shunned. But it will is an unknown God to them as much as he was to , yet grow wise, and learn the things that pertain the scoffing Athenians. They do not believe in the unto peace. soul, but in the body. Motion is to them volition This has ever been the process of reform, as far - action is thought-meeting-houses are religion, as it has yet effected the interests of mankind. A state-houses are government. They do not look single mind perceives a truth, which had been before behind the shows and forms with which the world is hidden from men's eyes-because they would not filled, and discern the secret principles which they see it. He that has perceived the truth, states it. outshadow. This it is that makes the path of the The mass of men reject it and him. Perhaps they reformer hard. He is misunderstood. His method persecute him to strange cities, or even unto death is not comprehended. The connection between his itself. Whatever be the form in which men revenge means and his ends is not perceived—and men say, themselves upon those who disturb them in their he hath a devil and is mad. But, still, he hath his hereditary slumbers, in the particular age in which reward. The veil is lifted from his eyes, in degree he lives, he is sure to eudure it. But almost from as he is true and worthy, and he sees the secrets of the very first, there are some minds to which the the machinery in the midst of whose operations he new truth commends itself, as a newly-discovered lives. He discerns the causes of its disarrange- part of their own being, and these cluster around the ments, and how it is that a Divine contrivance for the original truth-founder. Perhaps they but imperfectly happiness of mankind, has become perverted to their understand its meaning and the extent of its bearmisery and wo. He sees that no half measures are ing; but according to their capacity, they are filled of any virtue. False and disturbing principles have with its power. From them the circle widens and been introduced which destroy the harmony of the widens till it embraces within its ring a sea, or permachine, and make it produce results the opposite of haps, an ocean. This was the truth which Christ the Inventor's design. Nothing can repair the ruin shadowed forth in the parables of the grain of mus. but the removal of the disturbing forces, and the tard seed, and of the leaven which a woman took restoration of the true motive power. To this and hid in three measures of meal. And how strong work he applies himself, and proclaims aloud the an illustration does his own mission furnish of this error which has obtained, and the remedy for it. He growth of reform! Even his disciples, during his heeds not the sneers of the faithless, nor the donbts life, and even after his death, but imperfectly comof the timid good. He knows that he has an prehended his doctrine. And what lies have been omnipotent engine in his hands, which, though he extorted from it, from that day to this ! What may not live to see the day, will rectify the disor- streams of human blood has the Prince of Peace dered frame of things, and reduce the chaotic scene been made to shed! Of what abominations has he to order and beauty.

not been made the patron and the founder. The How few there are who truly perceive the omnipo- world is but little in advance of his contemporaries tence of a principle! How is the true life concealed in the reception of the great truths which he perby its visible manifestations! And yet can there ceived and stated. But still there are some minds be anything more apparent than that principles of which do begin to discern with a perfect vision the Truth are all that is conservative and recuperative laws of the soul, and to recognize their Divine beauin the world ? And that the dissemination and true ty and almighty power. The circumstances of the reception of these principles, are the only means by times are in many respects favorable to their more which abuses can be reformed? And yet men will general reception. The great doctrine of the equal. look at Presidents, and Congresses, and Courts, for ity and brotherhood of mankind is now, in this counthe help which they themselves alone can give try at least, universally acknowledged, though in but themselves. Outward victory—the ascendancy of too many instances with lying lips. This great idea this or that party—the predomination of this or that is becoming more and more practically familiar to sect—is regarded as the sign of reform and of pro- men's minds. Gross physical persecution is almost gress. And yet, how continually has disappointment obsolete. The right of free inquiry and discussion been written on every page of history that has is admitted by almost all lips, though denied by recorded such triumphs! As wise were the fanatic many hearts, and still obstructed by inveterate prereformers who destroyed miracles of art and of ar- judice, spiritual tyranny, and sometimes by popular chitecture, thinking that thereby they exterminated violence. The old ideas are losing their hold npon Popery-or the republican zealots who rifled the men's minds, and the institutions that stand for them sepulchres of St. Denys, and scattered to the winds are tottering to their foundations. Men are looking the ashes of a hundred kings, as an additional bulwark about them for some surer foundation on which to of freedom. It is by slow degrees, and difficult ex- build their hopes, and some will be found ready to perience, that the world grows wise-for, by al embrace the only ground of truth. A state of moral

What though the summer day
Passes at eve away,
Doth not the moon's soft ray

Silence the night ? -
" Bright things can never die,”
Saith my philosophy,
Phebus, though he pass by:

Leaves us his light.

Kind words can never die

Spoken in jest,
God knows how deep they lie

Stored in the breast;
Like childhood's simple rhymes,
Said o'er a thousand times,
Aye-in all years and climes,

Distant and near.
« Kind words can never die,”
Saith my philosophy-
Deep in the soul they lie,

God knows how dear.

movement prevails, which is the atmosphere in which reform takes deepest root, and sheds forth its most vigorous branches. These are hopesul days for the reformer. Let him not allow the appointed time to pass by unimproved.

And let not his soul be troubled because his progress seems to be slow.

The generation in whose ears he first utters the unwelcome message may refuse to receive it—but how soon it melts away, and another reigns in its stead! At first, it seems almost impossible to produce any impression upon the unbelieving multitudes in the high places and in the Icw places. But by the gradual, but mighty, process of nature, the world is by degrees filled with new life, and the old passes silently into the sepulchre of the past. The mighty men who seemed to fill up the whole field of vision now, whither will twenty years bear them away? Whence have come the new multitudes which throng this breathing world, that were but just born into time a score of years since? What a change has come over men's minds in the quarter century that has passed over the world since Napoleon shook the scene! With new minds come new ideas—and with new ideas, will, in due time, come a new world. What a change will twenty years make in the aspect of the anti-slavery movement, for example, should chattle slavery endure so long! Where will be Webster, and Tyler, and Clay, and Calhoun ?

Where will be the troops of honorable and reverend asserters of the divinity and inviolability of the peculiar institution ? They will be all gone, and their places will be filled by a race taught in other schools. So with respect to the systems of violence with which the earth is filled. The pillars of these systems will have fallen. Younger minds, pervaded with new views, will suc. ceed them, and by degrees the institutions of society will conform to the changed current of men's minds. Mighty revolutions will be achieved without a blow, and freedom and happiness purchased without the price of bloodshed and misery. The leaven will change the mass of society just as fast and as far as its virtue pervades it. Nothing can retard the progress of this peaceful revolution—for its theatre is the unseen soul. Its battles are there fought and won. It is from thence that its trium, phal movements, which are to be seen in the out, ward world, are projected. In this revolution of thoughts and opinions, we must all needs take a part, whether we will or no. It rests with ourselves to decide whether our part shall be magnanimous or pitiful-whether our efforts shall be directed to spread or retard the coming triumph.

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MY PHILOSOPHY. Bright things can never die,

E'en though they fadeBeauty and minstrelsy

Deathless were made.

The highest gifts my soul has received, during its world-pilgrimage, have often been bestowed by those who were poor, both in money and intellectual cultivation. Among these donors, I particularly remember a hard-working, uneducated mechanic, from Indiana or Illinois. He told me that he was one of thirty or forty New Englanders, who, twelve years

before, had gone out to settle in the western wilder. | overcome with good, till not one was found to do ness. They were mostly neighbors; and had been them wilful injury. drawn to unite together in emigration from a gene Years passed on, and saw them thriving in worldral unity of opinion on various subjects. For some !y substance, beyond their neighbours, yet beloved years previous, they had been in the habit of meet- by all. From them the lawyer and the constable ing occasionally at each other's houses, to talk over obtained no fees. The sheriff stammered and apolotheir duties to God and man, in all simplicity of gized, when he took their hard earned goods in pay. heart. Their library was the gospel, their priestment for the war-tax. They mildly replied, "'Tis hood the inward light. There were then no anti- a bad trade friend. Examine it in the light of conslavery societies; but thus taught, and reverently science and see if it be not so.' But while they rewilling to learn, they had no need of such agency, fused to pay such fees and taxes, they were liberal to discover that it was wicked to enslave. The ef. to a proverb in their contributions for all useful and forts of peace societies had reached this secluded benevolent purposes. band only in broken echoes, and non-resistance so At the end of ten years, the public lands, which cieties had no existence. But with the volume of they had chosen for their farms, were advertised for the Prince of Peace, and hearts open to His influence, sale by auction. According to custom, those who what need had they of preambles and resolutions ? had settled and cultivated the soil, were considered

Rich in spiritual culture, this little band started to have a right to bid it in at the government price; for the far West. Their inward homes were bloom- which at that time was $1.25 per acre. But the feing gardens ; they made their outward in a wilder- ver of land-speculation then chanced to run unusualness. They were industrious and frugal, and all ly high. Adventurers from all parts of the country things prospered under their hands. But soon wolves were flocking to the auction; capitalists in Balticame near the fold, in the shape of reckless, unprin- more, Philadelphia, New York and Boston, were .cipled adventurers; believers in force and cunning, sending agents to buy up western lands. No one who acted according to their creed. The colony of supposed that custom, or eqnity, would be regarded. practical Christians spoke of their depredations in The first day's sale showed that speculation ran to terms of gentlest remonstrance, and repaid them the verge of insanity. Land was eagerly bought in with unvarying kindness. They went farther—they at seventeen, twenty-five and thirty dollars an acre. openly announced, “You may do us what evil you The Christian colony had small hope of retaining choose, we will return nothing but good. Lawyers their farms. As first settlers, they had chosen the came into the neighborhood and offered their ser- best land; and persevering industry had brought it vices to settle disputes. They answered, “ We have into the highest cultivation. Its market value was no need of you. As neighbors, we receive you in much greater than the acres already sold at exorbithe most friendly spirit; but for us, your occupation tant prices. In view of those facts, they had preparhas ceased to exist.' What will you do, if rascals ed their minds for another remove into the wilderburn your barns, and steal your harvests?' "We nees, perhaps to be again ejected by a similar prowill return good for evil. We believe this is the cess. But the morning their lot was offered for sale, highest truth, and therefore the best expediency.' they observed, with grateful surprise, that their

When the rascals heard this, they considered it a neighbours were everywhere basy among the crowd, marvellous good joke, and said and did many pro- begging and expostulating :

-Don't bid on these voking things, which to them seemed witty. Bars | lands! These men have been working hard on them were taken down in the night and cows let into the for ten years. During all that time they never did cornfields. The Christians repaired the damages as harm to man or brute. They are always ready to well as they could, put the cows in the barn, and at do good for evil. They are a blessing to any neightwilight drove them gently home, saying, Neighbourhood. It would be a sin and a shame to bid on bour, your cows have been in my field. I have fed their lands. Let them go at the government price. them well during the day, but I would not keep The sale come on; the cultivators of the soil ofthem all night, lest the children should suffer for fered $1.25, intending to bid higher if necessary. But their milk.'

among all that crowd of selfish, reckless speculators, If this was fun, they who planned the joke found not one bid over them! Without an opposing voice, no heart to laugh at it. By degrees a visible change the fair acres returned to them! I do not know a came over these troublesome neighbors. They more remarkable instance of evil overcome with ceased to cut off horses' tails, and break the legs of good. The wisest political economy lies folded up poultry. Rude boys would say to a younger bro- in the maxims of Christ. ther, · Don't throw that stone Bill! When I killed With delighted reverence, I listened to this unletthe hicken last week, didn't they send it to mother, tered backwoodsman, as he explained his philosophy because they thought chicken-broth would be good of universal love. What would you do,' said I, “if for poor Mary? I should think you would be asham- an idle, thieving vagabond came among you, resolved to throw stones at their chickens.' Thus was evil, ed to stay, but determined not to work?' We

would give him food when hungry, shelter him | erful and thrilling appeal to his countrymen, when when cold, and always treat him as a brother.'| they were on the eve of welcoming back the ty

Would not this process attract such characters ? ranny and misrule which at the expense of so much How would you avoid being overrun by them ?' | blond and treasure had been thrown off, can ever • Such characters would either reform or not remain forget it? How nobly does liberty speak through with us. We should never speak an angry word, or him. “ If,” said he, “ye welcome back a monar. refuse to minister to their necessities; but we should chy, it will be the triumph of all tyrants hereafter, invariably regard them with the deepest sadness, as over any people who shall resist oppression, and their we would a guilty, but beloved son. This is harder song shall then be to others, How sped the rebelfor the human soul to bear, than whips or prisons. lious English,' but to our posterity, · How sped the They could not stand it; I am sure they could not. rebels, your fathers.' How solemnly awful is his It would either melt them, or drive them away. In closing paragraph : " What I have spoken, is the nine cases out of ten, I believe it would melt language of that which is not called amiss, « The them.'

good old cause.' If it seem strange to any, it will I felt rebuked for my want of faith, and conse. not seem more strange I hope, than convincing, to quent shallowness of insight. That hard-handed la- backsliders. This much I should have said, though bourer brought greater riches to my soul than an I were sure I should have spoken only to trees and Eastern merchant laden with pearls. Again I re- stones; and had none to cry to but with the prophet, peat, money is not wealth.— Letters from New O earth, earth, earth! to tell the very soil itself York.

what 'its perverse inhabitants are deaf to; nay,

though what I have spoken should prove (which The following beautiful poem is from the December Thou suffer not, who didst create mankind free! nor number of Blackwood's Magazine It is a noble pic- Thou next, who didst redeem us from being servants ture of that sublime old man, who, sick, poor, blind, of men!) to be the last words of our expiring liberand abandoned of friends, still held fast his heroic ty.” It was the consciousness of having done all in his integrity, rebuking with his unbending republican power to save his countrymen from the guilt and ism the treachery, and cowardice, and servility of his folly into which they had madly plunged, the answer old associates. He had outlived the hopes and bea. of a good conscience, which sustained him in his old tific visions of his youth ; he had seen the loud-age and destitution. — Joshua Leavitt. mouthed advocates of liberty throwing down a

BLIND OLD MILTON. nation's freedom at the feet of the shameless, debauched, and unprincipled Charles the Second, crouching to the harlot-thronged court of the tyrant, Place me, once more, my daughter, where the sun and forswearing at once their religion and their republicanism. The executioner's axe had been

May shine upon my old and time-worn head, busy among his friends. Cromwell's ashes had been For the last time, perchance. My race is run;

And soon amidst the ever-silent dead dragged from their resting place, for even in death the effeminate tyrant hated and feared the conqueror

I must repose, it may be, half forgot.

Yes! I have broke the hard and bitter bread of Naseby and Marston Moor,

Vane and Hamp. den slept in their bloody graves.

He was left alone

For many a year, with those who trembled not

To buckle on their armor for the fight, in age, and penury, and blindness; oppressed with the knowledge that all his pure heart and free soul And set themselves against the tyrant's lot; abhorred, had returned upon his beloved country: Nor knelt before him—for I bear within

And I have never bowed me to his might, Yet the spirit of the stern, old republican remained

My heart the sternest consciousness of right, to the last unbroken, realizing the truth of the lan

And that perpetual hate of gilded sin guage of his own Samson Agonistes.

Which made me what I am ; and though the stain of saints, the trial of their fortitude,

Of poverty be on me, yet I win
Making them each their own deliverer

More honor by it than the blinded train
That tyranny or fortune can inflict.”

Who hug their willing servitude, and bow
True, the overwhelming curse had gone over his Unto the weakest and the most profane.
country. Harlotry and atheism sat in the high Therefore, with unencumbered soul I go
places, and the caresses of wantons and the jest of Before the footstool of my Maker, where
buffoons regulated the measures of the government, I hope to stand as undebased as now !
which had just ability enough to deceive, just reli Child! is the sun abroad? I feel my hair
gion enough to persecute.” But while Milton mourn-Borne up and wasted the gentle wind ;
ed over this disastrous change, no self-reproach I feel the odors that perfume the air,
mingled with his sorrow. To the last he had striven And hear the rustling of the leaves behind.
against the oppressor. Who, that has read his pow. Within my heart I picture them, and then


Patience is the exercise

And victor over all

Love's burning secret faltered on my tongue, And tremulous looks and broken words betrayed

i he secret of the heart from whence they sprung. Ah me! the earth that rendered thee to heaven Gave up an angel beautiful and

young; Spotless and pure as snow when freshly driven;

A bright Aurora for the starry sphere Where all is love, and even life forgiven.

Bride of immortal beauty-ever dear! Dost thou await me in thy blest abode !

While I, Tithonus-like, must linger here, And count each step along the rugged road,

A phantom, loitering to a long made grave, And eager to lay down my weary load!

I, that was fancy's lord, am fancy's slaveLike the low murmurs of the Indian shell

Ta'en from its coral bed beneath the wave, Which, unforgetful of the ocean's swell,

Retains within its mystic urn the hum Heard in the sea-grots, where the Nereids dwell

Old thoughts that haunt me, unawares they come Between me and my rest, nor can I make

Those aged visitors of sorrow dumb.

I almost can forget that I am blind,

And old, and hated by my fellow men.
Yet would I fain once more behold the grace

Of nature ere I die, and gaze again
Upon her living and rejoicing face ;

Fain would I see thy countenance, my child, My comforter ! I feel thy dear embrace,

I hear thy voice so musical and mild, The patient, sole interpreter, by whom

So many years of sadness are beguiled ; For it hath made my small and scanty room

Peopled with glowing visions of the past. But I will calmly bend me to my doom,

And wait the hour which is approaching fast, When triple light shall stream upon mine eyes,

And Heaven itself be opened up at last,
To him who dared foretell its mysteries.

I have had visions in this drear eclipse
Of outward consciousness, and clomb the skies,

Striving to utter with my earthly lips
What the diviner soul had half divined,

Even as the saint in his Apocalypse
Who saw the inmost glory, where enshrined,

Sat He who fashioned glory. This hath driven All outward strife and tumult from my mind,

And humbled me until I have forgiven My bitter enemies, and only seek

To find the straight and narrow path to heaven. Yet I am weak-0, how entirely weak,

For one who may not love or suffer more! Sometimes unbidden tears will wet my cheek,

And my heart bound as keenly as of yore,
Reponsive to a voice, now hushed to rest,

Which made the beautiful Italian shore
With all its pomp of summer vineyards dressed,

An Eden and a Paradise to me.
Do the sweet breezes from the balmy West

Still murmur through thy groves, Parthenope,
In search of odors from the orange bowers ?

Still on thy slopes of verdure does the bee Cull her rare honey from the virgin flowers ?

And Philomel her plaintiff chant prolong, 'Neath skies more calm and more serene than ours,

Making the summer one perpetual song?
Art thou the same as when in manhood's pride

I walked in joy thy grassy meads among,
With that fair, youthful vision by niy side,

In whose bright eyes I looked--and not in vain ? 0, my adored angel! O, my bride!

Despite of years, and wo, and want, and pain, My soul yearns back toward thee, and I seem

To wander with thee, hand in hand, again, By the bright margin of that flowing stream.

I hear again thy voice, more silver sweet Than fancied music floating in a dream,

Possess my being; from afar I greet The waving of thy garments in the glade,

And the light rustling of thy fairy feetWhat time as one half eager, half afraid,

O, yet awhile, my feeble soul awake!

Nor wander back with sullen steps again !For neither pleasant pastime eanst thou take

In such a journey, nor endure the pain.
The phantoms of the past are dead for thee;

So let them ever uninvoked remain,
And be thou calm till Jeath shall set thee free.

Thy flowers of hope expanded long ago,
Long since their blossoms withered on the tree;

No second spring can come to make them blow, But in the silent winter of the grave

They lie with blighted love and buried wo. I did not waste the gifts which nature gave,

Nor slothful lay in the Circean bower; Nor did I yield myself the willing slave

Of lust for pride, for riches, or for power. No! in my heart a nobler spirit dwelt;

For constant was my faith in manhood's dower; Man-made in God's own image-and I felt

How of our own accord we courted shame, Until to idols like ourselves we knelt,

And so renounced the great and glorious claim Of freedom, our immortal heritage.

I saw how bigotry, with spiteful aim, Smote at the searching eyesight of the sage,

How Error stole behind the steps of Truth, And cast delusion on the sacred page.

So, as a champion, even in early youth I waged my battle with a purpose keen ;

Nor feared the hand of Terror, nor the tooth
Of serpent Jealousy. And I have been

With starry Galileo in his cell,
That wise magician with the brow serene,

Who fathomed space; and I have seen him tell The wonders of the planetary sphere,

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