UNITED STATES OF AMERICA FOUNDED 1836 WASHINGTON, D. C. GPO 16—67244-1 COLLINS' MISCELLANIES. s*> MISCELLANIES. STEPHEN COLLINS, M.l) I haue played my selfe the inquisitor, and find nothing to my vnder- standing in these Essayes contrary, or infectious to the state of Religion or manners; but rather (as I suppose) medicinable. Lord Bacon. PHILADELPHIA: CAREY AND HART 1842. w C~!l3rn Entered, according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1842, by STEPHEN COLLINS, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Maryland. JAMES YOUNG, PRINTER. TO \Y I L L I A M H . COLLINS, WITH WHOM HE HAS PASSED SO MANY YEARS OF UNDIMINISHED FRATERNAL AFFECTION, AND BY WHOM HIS JOYS AND SORROWS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SHARED, THIS VOLUME OF MISCELLANIES IS DEDICATED BY THE AUTHOR. I PREFACE. It has been the desire of the author, in writing this volume, that every line may contribute to advance the cause of virtue, literature, or humanity. He can say, in the words of Bacon, that, to his understanding, he finds nolhing in it contrary, or infectious to the state of religion, or manners; but rather, as he supposes, medicinable. If such be its character, he believes it will be re;id with that lenity of criticism with which (lie public is disposed to receive the first production of ;m author. Baltimore, October 1st, 1S42. CONTENTS. Charles Dickens, Charles Lamd, Henry Martyn—J. S. Neweold, American Literature, Lord Bacon, ... Woman as a Missionary Cheveley, The Dying Hour, ... Philip Syng Physick, The Deaf Elder, ... John Summerfield, William Cowper, ... King James' Bible, England in 1S41, ... David Brainerd, May the Fourteenth, 1841 July the Foorth, 1S42 The Sea Shore, James Barbour, Insanity, ^Speech on Insanity, Remarks, &c. Remarks, &c. Speech, &c. Speech, &c. Speech, &c. John Wilkes, William Lenhaet, ERRATUM. On page 72, line 2 from top of page,/or "Cannae" read Capua. COLLINS' MISCELLANIES. CHARLES DICKENS. The recent visit of Mr. Dickens to this country has attached additional interest to his character as an author, and a man. The annunciation that we might expect to see the writer who had contributed so much to our instruction and amusement; who derived his beautiful creations from those conditions of society which are degenerate, degraded, and forlorn; who held up to the contempt of the world meanness, falsehood, cruelty, and oppression, wherever found to exist; who spread before us, on his pages, the lesson taught in the great Book of Nature, that "Nothing is high, because it is in a high place; and nothing is low, because it is in a low one," was received with universal delight. Every age and condition looked with anxiety for the approach of the promised guest; and, on his arrival, gave him a reception which would have been an appropriate wel- come to a friend and benefactor, long known and highly loved—a reception in accordance with the re- publican sentiments of the people of this country, which induced them to offer to genius the homage 2 10 CHARLES DICKENS. which was denied to rank. We need not go far to find the reason for this enthusiasm. It is the influence which mind exercises over mind. One hundred thou- sand Romans arose when Virgil entered the theatre, and thus paid to the genius of the Mantuan bard the same homage which they offered to Caesar himself. Petrarch received the laurel crown of Poetry in the presence of all the nobles and high-born ladies of Rome. Two hundred and fifty years later, the same honour was decreed to Tasso: but death interposed between the author of Gerusalemme Liberata, and the distinc- tion which Was to "receive from him as much honour as, in past times, it had conferred on others." It is a beautiful sentiment of Schiller, that, Genius, kindling with right affections, can hold the millions in its em- brace, and throw a kiss to the whole world. Although Mr. Dickens has obtained more reputation than any other author of the day, his history is not abundant with incidents. His parentage is respectable, his father having been, for many years, reporter to the London Morning Chronicle. At an early age he was placed in the office of an eminent barrister; and after- wards accepted an appointment as reporter for the same paper which employed his father. It cannot be doubted that this occupation, in a city like London, was the means of developing his remarkable powers for the observation and description of life. The exist- ence of genius is often unknown to its possessor until developed by peculiar circumstances; as the waters of Meribah were concealed in the rock before they were made to flow by the rod of Moses. He is not the only CHARLES DICKENS. 11 i'iistinguished Englishman of the present day who has occupied this position. Mr. Serjeant Talfourd was, in early life, a reporter for the Times; and has become eminent as a dramatic poet, an advocate, and a parlia- mentary speaker. In 1834, Mr. Dickens first appeared as an author, by contributions to the Old Monthly Magazine, and assumed the sobriquet—Boz; a name by which he has long been as well known as by his patronymic. These papers were well received, with- out obtaining for him high reputation as a writer. In ISoG, during the recess of Parliament, when the Morn- ing Chronicle was not pressed with articles for publica- tion, he inserted sketches, by Boz; and the public attention was at once .arrested by his merits as an author. These sketches, with his former contributions to the Monthly, were re-published in the same year, in three volumes, with illustrations by Cruikshank. He then ■■commenced the publication of the Pickwick Papers, with a very limited circulation—the third number not exceeding four thousand. When the series was com- pleted, the circulation amounted to thirty thousand copies. Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby followed in rapid succession; and when they were completed, Dickens—who had been a writer only five years—at (he age of twenty-seven, was, with the exception of Byron and Scott, the most popular author of the century. In consequence of the reputation he had ob- tained by these creations of his genius, Master Hum- phrey's Clock had a circulation much more numerous than any of his previous works. When I say that Dickens is, with two exception^ 12 CHARLES DICKENS the most popular author, I do not design to assert that he is the best writer, of the century. His merits as a writer place his works among the standard productions of genius; but will not allow us to assign them, apart from his subjects, as a reason for his extraordinary fame. This arises as much from the character of his subjects, as from the composition, A writer who de- lights to describe the fashionable life of the nobility of Europe, or the pomp and magnificence of feudal times —subjects which have no connection with the common sympathies of the multitude—must not expect to rival ui popularity the author who presents to the public mind the "simple annals of the poor." Mr. Dickens' style of writing is dramatic; and he was induced, by suggestions from the reviewers, to at- tempt dramatic composition. He produced an Opera at the St. James' Theatre, entitled, The Village Co- quettes; the music of which was the production of an eminent composer: and, subsequently, an interlude, Is She His Wife? was written, and brought forward at the same Theatre. The success of these efforts was not such as to induce him to continue to write for the stage. Some of his writings, as Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby, were dramatized before their pub- lication was completed by the author of these beautiful creations of genius. This probably caused him to in- troduce, a second time, in Nicholas Nickleby, the family of Vincent Crummies, the country manager; when, in the supper scene, he gives utterance to a caustic, and most indignant philippic against those who dramatize the unfinished works of an author. The tJHARLES DICKENS. 13 most popular writers of fiction do not usually succeed in dramatic composition. After the publication of Evelina, Miss Burney was urged by many friends— among them Sheridan and Sir Joshua Reynolds—to write a comedy. Dr. Johnson declined to join in the solicitation; and the result proved the soundness of his judgment. The comedy was written, and suppressed by the advice of those judges in whose opinions she placed most confidence. But the failure in the drama did not proceed from any diminution of the talents of the authoress. She afterwards wrote Cecilia, which was esteemed a more finished work than Eve- lina. It has been said that different talents are requi- site for the two species of writing, though they are by no means incompatible. And the writer from whom I borrow this sentiment, explains the difference by saying that, in fiction, the author ha.s as large a range as he pleases to pick,-cull, and -select whatever he likes: lie takes his own time, and may be as minute as he pleases, provided that taste, with a deep and penetrating knowledge of human nature and the world, accom- panies that minuteness. The writer can develope, md lay open to the view the very soul, and all its most secret recesses. But these advantages and resources are curtailed in comedy. There, everything passes in dialogue—all goes on rapidly: narrative and descrip- tive writing, if not short, become intolerable in the drama. The moment the scene ceases to move on briskly, and business seems to hang, the audience lose all patience. But Goldsmith proved that the talents 2* f4 CHARLES DICKENS requisite for the two kinds of writing are not incom- patible; he excelled as a novelist, and in comedy. In 1831, Mr. Dickens married Miss Hogarth, a pupil of the Royal Academy of Music; whose father was also a reporter for the Morning Chronicle. She is the grand-daughter of Mr. George Thomson of Edinburgh., the friend and correspondent of Burns who published, many years since, a beautiful work entitled, A select collection of Original Scottish Airs for the Aoice; with accompaniments by Pleyel, the most distinguished composer of that day. Pleyel also composed an in- strumental prelude and conclusion to each Air, by which they were adapted to public and private con- certs. At the solicitation of Mr. Thomson, Burns wrote for this work many of those exquisite songs—as Highland Mary, Brace's Address, Wandering Willie— which exercised great influence over his countrymen, and have conferred immortality on his name. A sister of Mr. Dickens is married to Burnet, the singer of the Si. James' Theatre. His other sister died about two years since; an event which produced such distressing effects on his mind that he was compelled to suspend, for some time, his literary pursuits. This circumstance was probably the cause of the report which prevailed at that time, that he was deranged, and the inmate of a Lunatic Asylum. He has shown his filial gratitude by purchasing an estate for his father, from which lie derives an independent support. He has four children; and if we may form an estimate from the crayon sketch which exhibits the group, with flowing locks and sunny faces, no man ever enjoyed, in a higher CHARLES DICKENS. 15 degree, the blessing of the Psalmist, Thy children shall be like olive plants round about thy table. Such are the origin and domestic associations of a man whose genius has introduced him to all the literati of the day, and made him the most popular of living authors. May he long live to be the pride and sup- port of this domestic circle, and to delight and instruct the world with the beautiful creations of a genius which has made him a distinguished ornament of the age. Mr. Dickens receives liberal pecuniary compensa- tion, as well as fame, in return for his professional la- bours. The admirers of an author so distinguished for genius, for purity of private and public character, and for the exemplary discharge of all the duties of the social relations, will desire that his emoluments may equal those of the late Wizard of the North. Such lias not always been the reward of genius. The manuscript of Robinson Crusoe was long refused by die booksellers; and the purchaser made a profit of one thousand guineas. Goldsmith sold the A'icar of Wake- field for a few pounds. Dr. Johnson received two hundred guineas for the Lives of the Poets, and the bookseller made twenty-five thousand pounds sterling by the purchase. Paradise Lost brought Milton five pounds; and, with the profits, Tonson and his family rode in carriages which rivalled those of the nobility. Fielding offered the manuscript of Tom Jones for twenty-five pounds, and the purchase was declined. It was afterwards bought by Millar for a larger sum; and, before his death, he made eighteen thousand 10 CHAHLES DICKENS. pounds by the sale. Englishmen are not now allowed to starve in obscure alleys and garrets, while they are producing works which will ever remain the proudest monuments of their country's glory. The genius of Scott presented Historical Romance in its most attractive form. Every .country has inci- dents and associations which an able writer could de- scribe with effect; but the author who attempts this species of composition must be placed in contrast with him who, with graphic power, presented to the world the men, the deeds, the antiquities, and the scenery of his country. A century may pass before a writer will appear to take the crown of Historical Romance from the head of the author of Waverly. Dickens entered on a field where the scythe of the reaper had not com- menced the harvest; unless we consider him a disciple of Fielding, who, in the History of a Foundling, pro- duced the first English wodc of fiction which was painted from nature, and is therefore called the father of the English Novel. He finds his heroes in the lanes and alleys of a great city; the massive buildings which confine the victims of crime and misfortune, are invested with an interest surpassing that which before had belonged to fabled castles; our sympathies are en^ listed in the fate of misery and guilt clothed in rags, and bowed down by wretchedness. He describes the sufferings and patient virtues of those who appear in the humble walks of life, and eloquently appeals to the finest sympathies of our nature, which, under all circumstances, connect man with man. The characters of Dickens speak in the language CHARLES DICKENS. 17 which is appropriate to their respective classes: yet— like the writings of Lamb, without a coarse thought or word—there is not, in any page of his works, a passage which the most discreet mother would hesitate to place in the hands of a young daughter. In this respect he differs from Bulwer, whose powerful and imaginative mind fascinates his readers, and almost makes them insensible to the immoralities of many of his works. He does not describe an Alice, brought up in ignorance and isolation, possessing every charm of feature and person; yet lost to that sense of the preservation of character which, without education, woman is taught by the instincts of her nature: thus admitting that woman may be so artless, and innocent as to cease to be virtuous. Nor does he describe an Ernest Mal- travers, with every accomplishment of mind and person, as noble in his character, yet insinuating himself into the sanctuary of confiding woman's affections, and, ser- pent-like, robbing her of that jewel without which she is "poor indeed:" thus teaching that men may be re- garded as noble, and worthy of admiration, although they deprive female youth and innocence of that purity of character, on the preservation of which the foundations of society rest. He does not paint a man lis the most noble and generous of his race, and yet the seducer of the wife of his friend; nor give attractive graces to the murderer; nor describe an Eugene Aram as gifted with lofty genius, and noble in thought, feeling, and action, while his hands were stained with the blood of his fellow-man. It is not said that Bul- wer is the avowed apologist of such actions: but the 18 CHARLES DICKENS. effect is, in a measure, the same when he drawrs the portraits of his heroes in such colours as to enlist the sympathy and admiration of the reader, and ascribes the criminal actions to a "strong delusion," or an "overpowering necessity." When the play, The Rob- bers, was first brought out on the German stage, the effect, if the statement can be depended on, was most disastrous on the young nobility, who aimed at imita- tion of the hero; and the piece was suppressed by the government. Schiller, when he wrote the play, did not design to entice young men to the forests of Bohemia: but Bulwer cannot be allowed to plead ig- norance of effect, as an apology for his immoral pro- ductions. Although the class of subjects chosen by Dickens might be supposed to expose him to the danger of vul- garity, there is nothing offensive to the severest deli- cacy in his delineations; and it is said that, in England, his writings are most popular amongst the women of the higher circles. I have somewhere seen it stated, that a celebrated London beauty jocularly proposed a party, to which none were to be admissible who did not consider Sam Weller .essentially a gentleman. The author of Nicholas Nickleby draws admirable portraits, and his characters are well sustained under all circumstances. He excels in pathetic description, and in painting the beauties of nature. I select the following description from the story, The Five Sisters of York, in the sixth chapter of this work: "They were tall stately figures with dark flashing eyes and hair of jet; dignity and grace were in their every move- CHARLES DICKENS. 19 ment, and the fame of their great beauty had spread through all the country round. But if the four elder sisters were lovely, how beautiful was the youngest, a fair creature of sixteen! The blushing tints in the soft bloom on the fruit, or the delicate painting on the flower, are not more exquisite than was the rose and lily in her gentle face, or the deep blue of her eye. The vine, in all its elegant luxuriance, is not more graceful, than were the clusters of rich brown hair that sported around her brow. "If we all had hearts like those which beat so lightly in the bosoms of the young and beautiful, what a heaven this earth would be! If, while our bodies grew old and withered, our hearts could but retain their early youth and freshness, of what avail would be our sor- rows and sufferings! But the faint image of Eden which is stamped upon them in childhood, chafes and rubs in our rough struggles with the world, and soon wears away: too often to leave nothing but a mournful blank remaining. "The heart of this fair girl bounded with joy and gladness. Devoted attachment to her sisters, and a fervent love of all beautiful things in nature, were its pure affections. Her gleesome voice and merry laugh were the sweetest music of their home. She was its very light and life. The brightest flowers in the garden were reared by her; the caged birds sang when they heard her voice, and pined when they missed its sweet- ness. Alice, dear Alice; what living thing within the sphere of her gentle witchery, could fail to love her!" This is a tale of deep pathos and surpassing beauty: 20 CHARLES DICKENS. a tale in which nature is clothed in her loveliest charms; and woman pencilled with colours which make her to rival the lily of the valley; the social and domestic af- fections portrayed in a manner that almost disposes us to believe that heaven may be found on earth; but which closes with the stern realities that belong to the lot of man. Nicholas Nickleby is perhaps the chef-d'oeuvre of Mr. Dickens; and if he had written nothing more, would secure the transmission of his name to posterity. The characters are admirably drawn, and well sus- tained to the end. Squeers is a mean and cruel pedagogue; and a coward, because cruel and mean. Henceforward if you call a man a Squeers, you give him a character. Smike is an admirable illustration of helplessness suffering under oppression; and mani- festing, in all his lowliness, traits of character which, in their developement, exalt human nature. Lord Frederick and Sir Mulberry uniformly act as if they believed the world was made for their special gratifica- tion. Tim Linkinwater, Brother Charles says, was born a hundred and fifty years old, and was gradually coming down to five and twenty. This one sentence contains a description of a fine character: that of a man advanced in life, whose love of all young and beautiful objects increased with every passing year. This cultivation of a child-like spirit is but a prepara- tion for heaven: "Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein." Ralph Nickleby is a consummate villain, willing to sacrifice his lovely niece to titled profligacy, CHARLES DICKENS. 21 for the gratification of that meanest and most debasing of all passions—the love of money for its own sake, and not for the comforts it enables us to enjoy, and the blessings we may scatter around us. The interview between him and Arthur Gride is admirable; Ralph seated on a high office-stool—bold, calculating, cold, cunning: Gride crouched on a low seat—timid, mean, sensual, devilish. Nicholas and Kate are almost per- fect characters; and all their words and actions are prompted by a noble nature—the only true nobility. Nicholas is intelligent, chivalrous, honourable, com- passionate—the very man to produce in woman the feeling which Othello excited in Desdemona, "She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd." What shall 1 say of Kate? No Italian master ever painted a more beautiful portrait on canvass than Dickens has deline- ated in this lovely character. Like Rosamund Gray, she is "gentle as a smiling infant—affectionate as a weaned lamb." But this soft and delicate creature, whose elastic step wrould scarcely crush the lowliest floweret of the field, when ensnared by her uncle, and surrounded at his house by those whose presence was contamination to angelic purity like hers, acted with energy and decision far more deserving of commenda- tion than the conduct of the Roman Lucretia. Who could describe the glorious old twins—Brothers Charles and Ned? They are descended from Sir Roger de Coverly, who flourished more than a century before the time of the Brothers Cheeryble. The reader will be pleased, for the honour of human nature, to learn from the author that they are not the creations of his 3 22 CHARLES DICKENS. own fancy; but that they lived, and by their munifi- cent and generous deeds became the pride of their town. One of the originals of the Brothers Cheeryble —William Grant, of Manchester—died during the visit of Mr. Dickens to the United States. Mr. Munro, of Manchester, delivered an eloquent eulogy on his char acter, as that of a "merchant-prince" whose heart was a fountain of generous compassion, always gushing forth in the cause of humanity: whose affection for his parents while living, and deep reverence for their memory when dead, was crowned by unostentatious piety, and a grateful recognition of Divine Providence in the prosperity which attended him through a long life of successful commercial pursuits, and of benefac- tion to the poor. The hearts of the Brothers—to use a very expressive phrase—are in the right place; full of all kind and tender emotions; manifesting unbounded benevolence and beneficence towards suffering virtue, and equally unbounded abhorrence of vice. What son, whose beloved parent has gone home to heaven, does not feel that some sympathetic chord in his own bosom is touched, when the Brothers Cheeryble drink, "To the memory of our Mother!" We might have supposed that the author had a suffi- cient number of prominent characters on his hands to give ample employment to his powers of delineation: but, after having completed more than half the work, he boldly introduces another, and sustains it with a success which proves it is safe to follow the inspiration of genius. Madeline Bray displays the virtue of the Roman daughter who daily visited her father in prison, CHARLES DICKENS. 23 that the pure fountain of her own bosom might pour out for him its life-preserving stream. With what deli- cacy Brother Charles contributes to the relief of this daughter of his early love! He purchases, at a high price, the work of her delicate fingers; and thus enables her to support a worthless father, who, having broken tlie heart of one loving, gentle, and confiding woman— that greatest blessing which heaven in its kindness can bestow' upon man—did not deserve that this almost angel, before she departed from earth, should leave him a daughter to comfort and sustain him in his lonely, helpless wretchedness. As the reward of virtue how beautifully does Dickens exclaim, "There is one broad sky over all the wrorld; and whether it be blue or cloudy, the same heaven is beyond it." The manner in wmich Madeline is to be supported was evidently suggested by the beautiful scene between Boaz and Ruth, where we observe the refined delicacy of the order privately given by Boaz to his young men, to let fall in her way handfuls of the harvest, that she might gather them, and thus have her gleanings increased without the ap- pearance of receiving charity. Sterne, the founder of sentimental writing, often imitated the delightful sim- plicity of the story of Joseph and his brethren. If Nicholas Nickleby be the best work of Dickens, the little Nell of the Old Curiosity Shop is his best character. She is one of the finest and sweetest crea- tions of modern times. He raises this lovely floweret from its lowly bed and scatters the perfume on the air, as the rose, sparkling with dew, exhales its sweetness beneath the young morning's sun. Mr. Dickens stated, 24 CHARLES DICKENS at a dinner given to him at Edinburgh, and m reply to an allusion to Nell by Professor Wilson, that as the work approached a close, and the fate he intended for her broke on the minds of his readers, he received numerous letters remonstrating against his purpose. He was inflexible; and afterwards they were foremost in approving his determination. It is proper that the tender flower—before it is prematurely blighted by the winds and snows of winter—should be transplanted to :i more genial clime, where it may flourish in immortal freshness. When little angels are lent to the world, it is but for a short period: they are soon recalled to the more peaceful society of heaven. They said Nell would be an angel before the birds sang again. The Spring arrived—that beautiful and happy time—and the birds renewed their songs; but, "She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life; not one that had lived and suffered death. ••She was dead. Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell was dead. Her little bird—a poor slight thing the pressure of a finger would have crushed—was stirring nimbly in its cage; and the strong heart of its child- mistress was mute and motionless forever. "Where were the traces of her early cares, her suffer- ings, and fatigues? All gone. His was the true death before their weeping eyes. Sorrow was dead indeed in her, but peace and perfect happiness were bom; imaged in her tranquil beauty and profound repose. "Oh! It is hard to take to heart the lesson that such CHARLES DICKENS. 25 deaths will teach, but let no man reject it, for it is one that all must learn, and is a mighty universal Truth. When Death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred virtues rise, in shapes of mercy, charity, and love, to walk the world, and bless it with their light. Of every tear that sorrowing mortals shed on such green graves, some good is born, some gentler nature comes. In the Destroyer's steps there spring up bright creations that defy his power, and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven." I have said that Mr. Dickens is the most popular of living authors. Will he retain his popularity? is a question which it would be difficult, to answer. If we attempt to answer it, we must not forget that he owes his popularity as much to his selection of subjects, as to his ability as a writer. He gives us graphic delinea- tions of the impulses, habits, and passions of indi- viduals and classes; and reveals the mysteries, and excites the finest sympathies of human nature, in con- nection with scenes of the deepest interest, and the manifestation of his own true regard for his fellow- man. He has a deep and genuine love of the beauti- ful in man and in nature. Dr. Lever—author of Charles O'Malley—is thought by some readers to be superior to Dickens as a writer. He has a free, manly, dashing mode of sketching life, manners, and humor- ous incidents; but for the attainment of a wide-spread popularity, it is one thing to sketch scenes in the Pen- insular War, and at Lady Richmond's ball; and quite a different thing to describe Dotheboys Hall, and Oliver, 3* 26 CHARLES DICKENS and little Nell. It was said, five years since, by an English writer, that, "Tire Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club is regarded as his great work by which —if ever—the names of Boz and Dickens are to de- scend to posterity." That writer must have felt proud of his prophetic skill as he read, in succession, Oliver Twist, Nicholas Nickleby, and the Old Curiosity Shop. The continuance of the popularity of Dickens, as an author, will depend on the answer to three ques- tions. Has he the ability to continue to write fiction as good as the above mentioned works? Would such works continue to interest the public, in an equal de- gree? If, from want of ability to continue to produce, or from satiety in his readers, he fail in his own pecu- liar species of composition, could he find, or create another road to popularity? At the age of thirty, and carried along by the flowing tide of popular favour, these questions cannot be answered. His last work— Barnaby Rudge—is not equal to its three nearest pre- decessors: but no man of genius, whether conversa- tionist, orator, or wrriter is, on every occasion, equal to himself. The great Homer sometimes nods. We cannot, with Dr. Johnson, define genius aa, A mind of large general powers accidentally determined by some particular direction; as this is, more properly, a defini- tion of universal genius. In another place he de- scribes genius with more accuracy, as, The power of mind that collects, combines, amplifies, and animates; the energy, without which judgment is cold, and know- ledge is inert. But the mind of Dickens is scarcely matured. He has not yet arrived at the age beyond CHARLES DICKENS. 27 which, Dr. Johnson says, the mind never advances, inasmuch as the powers of nature have attained their intended energy. Unless he tax his powers too far, the age of forty, or forty-five will present him to us in full intellectual manhood. If he have only one rich vein in his mine, and works that day and night, the abundance of the precious metal will not continue to reward the toil of the miner. The mind of Shak- speare was inexhaustible: it was, as Ben Jonson finely says, the sphere of humanity. Goethe compares his characters to watches with dial-plates of transparent crystal, which shew the hour, and enable us to see the inward mechanism. It has been said that the fertile genius of Shakspeare as a poet, and that of Bacon as a philosopher, exhausted the whole world of nature. But the mines of intellect, like those of the natural world, must be worked with judgment. Our modem Hogarth wrrites too ofteh and too fast; taking advantage, I suppose, of that tide in the affairs of men which leads to fortune. I have no doubt that one prominent motive which prompted him to visit this country, was a consciousness that his mind had been overworked, and required rest and a new train of associations. Like Scott, he indulges too much in the impromptu style of writing. The facility with which a given amount of extempore composition is produced, in- creases by habit: the quality is a very different matter. Literary men might recollect, with advantage, the re- mark of Bentley, who, when a critic threatened to write him down, replied, No author was ever written down but by himself. The advice of Horace to an 2s CHARLES DICKENS. author is to keep his book nine years in his study, that he may review and correct. Gray's Elegy has per- haps been more read and admired than any composition in the English language. The author commenced the piece seven years before it was completed: it has had many imitators, but has never been equalled. Shakspeare and Milton w-ould never have been the glory of England if they had not thought with inten- sity before they wrote. Such were the labour and en- thusiasm of Milton, that he refused to abandon one of his works, notwithstanding he was assured by his phy- sicians that its completion would produce a loss of his sight. Some are disposed to predict the failure of Dickens: comparing him, perhaps, to a noble three-year-old which accomplishes wonderful feats on the course, and then "lets down." Others think he has "bottom" as well as speed. Scott was more than thirty years old when he commenced his Metrical Romances. The public interest in his poetry was maintained beyond half a score of years; and when it began to manifest satiety, his Prose Romances appeared, and procured for their author the title of The Great Magician. When he wrote Waverly he was forty-two years old; at the present age of Mr. Dickens he was unknown to fame. At that age he was Sheriff of Selkirkshire: twelve years later he commenced the works which made him Sir Walter Scott, Baronet, of Abbotsford. Goldsmith was near his fortieth year when he published his most popular poems. Milton had passed his half century before he began the composition of Paradise Lost; and CHARLES DICKENS. 29 he completed it in seven years—a period exceeding that employed by Dickens in writing all his works. What will be the estimate placed upon these works in the next centuiy? That is a very different question. But the same may be said of Scott. If we may judge from the reception of Zanoni, Buhver, who has so long been eminent as a writer of fiction, has produced satiety, and must find a new road to popularity. Works written for amusement are generally produced with ra- pidity. It is easier to write a work in three volumes than in one—condensation being more difficult than amplification. A celebrated orator of antiquity having detained a public assembly with a long speech, apolo- gized by saying he had not had time to make it shorter. Sheridan says, "Easy writing is sometimes * * * * hard reading." Hence works written for amusement lose, with their novelty, half their charm. Our age receives with favour one style of writing: the close of the cen- tuiy may require a very different style. Many authors —before and since the time of Lope de Vega—have attained unbounded popularity with their own age, whose names now are but little known. Cervantes and John Bunyan were very obscure in their life-time; and wrote Don Q,uixotte and Pilgrim's Progress while confined in prison, with sufficient time for thought. Their names and works are alike immortal. Dante says he is "growing grey" while writing the Divina Commedia; but that work was not written for his own centuiy. Montesquieu wrote an article, for his Esprit des Loix, on the origin and revolutions of the civil laws in France; and says, "You will read it in three 30 CHARLES DICKENS. hours; but I do assure you that it cost me so much labour that it has whitened my hair." It has been computed that of the one thousand books published annually in Great Britain, scarcely ten are thought of after twenty years. Paradise Lost and Shakspeare's Plays are numbered among the ten: but Milton and the Avon bard were not easy and extempore writers. If a laborious writer should be asked why he composed with so much care and thought, he might answer, with the artist who replied to a similar question, I paint for eternity. Three years ago I called Dickens the Hogarth of prose fiction; the comparison between them failing in this, that the painter is often coarse, as will be recol- lected by those who have examined his Progresses: the writer is always delicate. His subsequent productions have not destroyed the points of the parallel. An English author, during the last year, drew a com- parison between them, and says, "The same species of power displays itself in each. Like Hogarth, Dickens takes a keen and practical view of life; is an able satirist; very successful in depicting the ludicrous side of human nature, and rendering its follies more appa- rent by humorous exaggeration; and is peculiarly skib ful in his management of details. He is a very origi- nal author, well entitled to his popularity, and is the truest and most spirited delineator of English life among the middling and lower classes of society since the days of Smollett and Fielding." He makes men act as they appear in real life. He has no mock-heroics -—no overstrained descriptions—no sickening sentimen* CHARLES DICKENS. 31 talities. Artificial manners are false manners. Sim- plicity is essential in our estimate of high polish and refinement. And what is true of personal accomplish- ment, is no less true of writing. The object of the writer of fiction should be to, "Catch the manners, living, as they rise." The unexampled success of Dickens has produced imitators of his style of writing. There is something so easy, so natural, in the wTorks of genius which pro- duces the conviction that it would not be difficult to equal them: but the imitator shares the fate of Icarus who rashly attempted, with his wings of wax, to follow the course of the eagle in his flight towards the region of the sun. A description of vulgar, or profligate life may be made to attract attention for the hour, even when the author possesses moderate powers. But it requires ge- nius of a very high order to describe human nature in its lowest grades, so as to excite those sympathies of our character which connect the outcasts of our race with the great human family: to portray man, corrupted from childhood by profligate association, and debased by sensual indulgence, yet having a spark in his bosom which may be kindled into a burning light; and which, as the feeblest pulsation shews the presence of life, proves that the soul within him came down from heaven. It is then we feel that God is our common Father; and that man—even when debased—is still our brother. Human nature is never so far degraded as to lose all the sympathies which connect us with our species; and even a reprobate son, when standing 32 CHARLES DICKENS. in the presence of a mother whose life he had embit- tered, may feel the inextinguishable impulses of his nature swell within his bosom. A fountain may be concealed from the view, and its existence unknown; but, if you remove the obstruction, it gushes forth, and imparts its living waters to the weary traveller. Ainsworth is one of the imitators of Dickens, without an approach to rivalship. One of his female charac- ters is well drawn. Her nature is truly feminine; and there is that quiet, meek submission to accumulated miseiy which belongs to the character of woman. Stern man, like the mountain oak, is uprooted and prostrated by the violence of the storm; while woman —delicate woman—bends before it like the osier bough, and rises again. Her husband had died ignominiously; she was steeped in poverty; temptation, in that form more repulsive than death to virtuous woman, had assailed her: and—as if to make the cup of misery overflow, and then present its very dregs to her lips—her son was outcast and outlawed. The cords of that delicate instrument—the human mind—snapped asunder, and she became a raving maniac. But there is a striking contrast between the moral tendency of the writings of Dickens, and of those of Ainsworth and others of the same school, which tend to convince active and uned- ucated youth that, by following the examples of Dick Turpin, Guy Fawkes, and Jack Sheppard, they may acquire a romantic immortality. If the love of his species be a part of the character of Ainsworth, he will, after having read the Sixth Report of the Inspector of Prisons in England, regret having written Jack Shep- CHARLES DICKENS. 33 pard, and other contributions to Felon Literature— a species of writing so common in the present day. The remark has often been made, that we cannot judge of the personal character of an author from his writings. The remark may be true if confined to portions of his works; but the view of the whole will give us some defined idea of his moral creed. A licentious man could not easily be a voluminous, and a chaste writer. The volcanic fire within the mountain would sometimes burst out, and melt the snow on its summit. Sterne should not be judged by his chapters on Le Fevre, Maria of Moulines, and the Dead Ass. They give us no reason to suppose the writer would refuse to make provision for his suffering mother. His true character is better inferred from Tristram Shandy. The Tale of a Tub, and Gulliver's Travels furnish the correct view of the man who could break the heart of poor Stella. But all the writings of Dickens allow us to infer that he would provide an independent support for his father; that he would be most exemplary in the discharge of all the duties of the domestic and social relations; that he would suffer intense agony from the loss of a sister. He confers honour on his country and his species; and every admirer of genius in union with virtue, will wish that he may live to erect—if he have not already accom- plished the work—an imperishable literary monument for England, "That land of scholars, and that nurse of arms." 4 CHARLES LAMB. If the reader have ever seen the sketch—Yours ratherish unwell—in which Lamb is represented as resting his arms on a table, and poring over some of his old favourite books, the impression made on him will not be easily effaced. The slender limbs, and diminutive and ungraceful body, are in striking con- trast with a head of the finest and most intellectual cast; such a head as is said to be occasionally seen in the best of the portraits of Titian. The view of this sketch enables us to judge of the correctness of the description of Lamb by Leigh Hunt: "As is his frame, so is his genius. It is as fit for thought as can be, and equally unfit for action." Wordsworth describes him as, The rapt one of the god-like forehead. Barry Corn- wall—Mr. Procter—gives his portrait as, "A little spare man in black, with a countenance pregnant with expression, deep lines in his forehead, quick, luminous, and restless eyes, and a smile as sweet as ever threw sunshine upon a human face." When we recollect that, with bodily structure so unfit for active life, he passed thirty-five years in the India House, we will be prepared to believe that the incidents which attracted the public view to the monotony of his existence,werethfe :m CHARLES LAMB appearance of those productions of his genius which have conferred immortality on his name. The lives of literary men are generally passed in retirement. What is true of piety is also true of literature: emi- nence is attained by deep self-communion. Charles Lamb was born in London, February, 1775, of humble, but highly worthy parents. We may apply to him, with peculiar propriety, the remark which has been made of men of genius: "These men have neither ancestors nor posterity; they alone com- pose their wiiole race." At the age of seventeen he entered as a clerk in the India House, and continued in that employment until 1825, when he retired on a pension equal to two-thirds of his salary. This pen- sion was settled on him by the Company with great liberality, and supported him during the ten remaining years of his life. He received a slight injury on the face by an accidental fall: this caused erysipelatous inflammation of the head, which terminated his life, after a few days of illness, in December, 1834, at the age of sixty. Lamb was not an author by profession. The early age at wiiich he entered the India House, and his con- tinuance in that employment until he was fifty years old, did not allow the ardent pursuit of literature dur- ing that important period of his life. This will account for the fact, that one of the finest minds of this, or any other age, did not produce more for pos- terity. But, as he was not dependent on his pen for support, he did not write until his mind was full of his subject; and then he had leisure to bestow a proper CHARLES LAMB. 37 degree of attention to the composition. He confined his reading, chiefly, to the old authors of the Elizabe- than Era; and perhaps this circumstance contributed to make him so great a master of the English lan- guage, and one of the most correct writers of the age. He was delighted with old authors, like Thomas Ful- ler, wiio said, Though reasons are the pillars of the fabric, similitudes are the window's which give the best lights. By an intimate acquaintance with such authors, he cultivated the wit which, Barrow says, Lieth in pat allusions to a known story, in play with words and phrases, in seasonable application of a tri- vial saying, in tart irony, affected simplicity, odd simi- litude, quirkish reason, acute nonsense, humorous expression, and startling metaphor. His writings may not be appreciated by those who delight in the perish- ing literature of the day: the reader of his Essays must consent to think, as they abound in thought. The delicate texture of the most beautiful marble is not seen, except by the curious eye. He derived his mate- rials from the portions of society which are too humble to attract public attention; but every subject which he touched, received importance and grace from his genius and delicate taste. The old houses, and streets, and book-stalls of London furnished subjects for his pen; and, in whatever he wrote, he shewed the connection of his sympathies with all that is human. Sweet Elia, who that has read thy charming pages can ever forget thee! Lamb commenced authorship at an early age, by writing and publishing poetry. . These pieces did not 4* ;fa CHARLES LAMB meet with a favourable reception from readers, or reviewers; and when one of his sonnets was rejected, he exclaimed, " * * * the age, I will write for Anti- quity." He was conscious of the spirit that stirred within him; but he had not yet discovered, as Samson did, in what his strength consisted. When he wrote poetry—like him of Gaza, when his hair was shorn— he was "weak, and like any other man." It is not to be denied that there is some merit in his poetry: but, had he written nothing else, his memory would have perished from among men. His reading and amuse- ments were intimately connected with the drama; and he contributed largely in directing attention to the old dramatic authors. He wrote a Tragedy and a Farce without success, as he did not possess the invention to enable him to form the plot necessary for a play, or a novel; and he derived no high pleasure from the ro- mances of Scott. He has given a fine view of this part of his own intellectual character in the Essay, Mackery End. It was his fate to be long treated with neglect, and even derision, as an author; and his Essays, which have become English classics, did not at once establish his fame. The little tale, Rosamund Gray, attracted far more notice and commendation than his poetry; and its comparative popularity was sufficient to have convinced him that he should cease to invoke the muses. Nature makes all the poets and orators. This opinion is contained in that beautiful fiction of the Greeks, which represents the bees as visiting the cradle of the infant Plato, and distilling their honey on his lips—thus presaging the future greatness of him CHARLES LAMB. 39 who, on account of the elegance, sweetness, and eloquence of his speech and writings, was styled the Athenian bee: and also in that other fiction in which the night before Plato, at the age of twenty, became the pupil of Socrates, the philosopher dreamed he had a young swan in his bosom, which, when its feathers had grown, spread its wings, and, singing with inexpressible sweetness, soared away into the highest regions of the air. A man may be able to dress thoughts in lines which have a succession of harmonical sounds, without being a poet. In poetry, mediocrity is failure: there must be the, Est Deus in nobis. But in this pathetic little story, Lamb is evi- dently at home. Read the following description of his heroine: "Rosamund Gray was the most beautiful young creature that eyes ever beheld. Her face had the sweetest expression—a gentleness—a modesty—a timidity—a certain charm—a grace without a name. There was a melancholy mingled in her smile. It was not the thoughtless levity of a girl—it was not the restrained simper of premature womanhood—it was something which the poet Young might have remem- bered when he composed that perfect line, 'Soft, modest, melancholy, female, fair.' She was a mild-eyed maid: her yellow hair fell in bright curling clusters, like 'Those hanging locks Of young Apollo.' Her voice was trembling and musical. A gracefut diffidence pleaded for her whenever she spake—and if she said but little, that little found its way to the heart. 40 CHARLES LAMB. Young, and artless, and innocent, meaning no harm and thinking none; affectionate as a smiling infant- playful, yet unobtrusive as a weaned lamb—every body loved her." With what delicacy he draws the veil over the fate of this lonely, unprotected virgin: "Rosa- mund Gray, my soul is exceedingly sorrowful for thee—I loathe to tell the hateful circumstances of thy wrongs. Night and silence were the only witnesses of this young maid's disgrace." The following apos- trophe to the moon is very beautiful: "See how she glideth, in maiden honour, through the clouds, winch divide on either side to do her homage. Beautiful vision! as I contemplate thee, an internal harmony is communicated to my mind, a moral brightness, a tacit analogy of mental purity; a calm like that we ascribe in fancy to the favoured inhabitants of thy fairy re- gions. I marvel not, O Moon, that heathen people, in the olden times, did worship thy deity—Cynthia, Diana, Hecate. Christian Europe invokes thee not by these names now—her idolatry is of a blacker stain: Belial is her God—she worships Mammon. "Lady of Heaven, thou lendest thy pure lamp to light the way for the virgin mourner, wiien she goes to seek the tomb where her warrior-lover lies. Friend of the distressed, thou speakest only peace to the lonely sufferer, who walks forth in the placid evening beneath thy gentle light, to chide at fortune, or to complain of changed friends or unhappy lovers." He was only twenty-three years old when he wrote this pathetic and interesting story, abounding with rational and moral sentiment. CHARLES LAMB. 4| Lamb particularly excelled in that veiy difficult de- partment of literature—letter-writing. A letter is a conversation with a friend; the pen being substituted for the tongue, as the mode of communication. The same rules apply to both; a combination of good sense and wit being equally essential. "Nonsense," says one wrho excelled in conversation, "talked by men of wit and understanding, in the hour of relaxation, is of the very finest essence of conviviality, and a treat deli- cious to those who have the sense to comprehend it; but it implies a trust in the company not always to be risked." Gibbon says, in his memoirs, that he sought society for simple relaxation; if he wished more seri- ous occupation, he returned to his books. With this object in view, he selected his company, and the topics of conversation. I have been told by a gentle- man who wras personally acquainted with Dr. Thomas Brown, the celebrated Professor of Moral Philosophy in the University of Edinburgh, that he delighted in frequenting brilliant evening-company, when he would lay aside the metaphysician, and invest nonsense with the most captivating graces of eloquence and wit. The object of letter-writing is the same as that of con- versation. An essay is not a letter; the form in which it is written does not alter its character. You do not change the "thing" when you change its name. A dissertation is not conversation; and hence Coleridge was not, as he has been styled, a great master of this delightful accomplishment. The speaking was all done by himself, and his friends listened with great delight. It was in allusion to this, when Coleridge 42 CHARLES LAMB. asked Lamb, "Charles, did you ever hear me preach?" that he replied, "I never heard you do any thing else." The conversation of Bacon was remarkably skilful and graceful. When he spoke, his hearers were so enchanted that they did not wish him to cease. But he desired rather to listen than to speak—"glad to light his torch at any man's candle." This great philoso- pher was eminently free from the infirmity which Shelley ascribed to Byron, "It is his weakness to be proud." Sir James Mackintosh, who was a great master of conversation, says, "Letters must not be on a subject. Lady Mary Wortley's letters on her jour- neys to Constantinople, are an admirable book of tra- vels, but they are not letters. A meeting to discuss questions of science is not conversation; nor are papers written to another, to inform or discuss, letters. Con- versation is relaxation, not business, and must never appear to be occupation; nor must letters. A moment of enthusiasm, a burst of feeling, a flash of eloquence, may be allowed; but the intercourse of society, either in conversation or in letters, allows no more." Men of genius do not always excel in conversation. Their retired and contemplative habits often disqualify them for social intercourse. It has been finely said of them that, It is in the world they borrow the sparks of thought that fly upwards and perish; but the flame of genius can only be lighted in their own solitary breast. In his letters, Lamb holds up a mirror in which we see himself. We discover the workings of his mind and heart: his quaint conceits expressed in clear and nervous English—genuine English: his wit, his plea* CHARLES LAMB. 43 santry, and all his warm affections. The letters of Cowley—the melancholy poet, as he styles himself— were suppressed by Sprat and Clifford, because, as Bishop Sprat remarks, "In this kind of prose Mr. Cowley was excellent. They had a domestical plain- ness, and a peculiar kind of familiarity. In letters, the souls of men should appear undressed; and in that negligent habit, they may be fit to be seen by one or two in a chamber, but not to go abroad into the streets." That "domestical plainness," and "peculiar kind of familiarity" which give letters all their value, are assigned as the cause for their suppression! Wo- men excel in letter-writing because, as has been finely remarked, "The extent to which their intellectual powers dwell in, and are developed by the affections, constitutes their characteristic weakness and character- istic strength." Cowper and Lamb were remarkable for affectionate regard for their friends, and their inte- rest in all that belongs to humanity; and hence they are among the best letter-writers in the English lan- guage. Pope wrote better poetry than letters. It has been asserted that they were written for publica- tion: and letters thus prepared, must always be defi- cient in that natural grace, and careless ease which constitute their chief excellence. They may be fine compositions; but will lose the character of letters. Could any man converse with ease and grace, if a reporter were present, taking down his remarks? The published report would be a lecture, or dissertation— not conversation. Perhaps Dr. Johnson knew that Boswell kept a record of. his observations. Horace 44 CHARLES LAMB. Walpole was, from his position and amusing talents, eminently qualified to write charming letters; but they are the letters of a courtier. His education, habits, and associations, enabled him to describe the court, fashion, politics, belles-lettres, and nonsense of the times of the second and third George: but if he give a living picture of character and manners, it is in con- nection with the vices and follies of the period. They are such letters as we would expect from one who has been described as an "agreeable letter-writer, dandy- historian, and heartless man." He was not a man of genius, but is unrivalled as a writer of letters. The letters of Cowper and Lamb surround us with an atmosphere of affection, while they present to us the loving intercourse of friends. The letters of Walpole shew us he was not free from many of the weaknesses and follies of the time and society in which he lived. The letters of Lamb and Cowper make us better, more wise, and more happy. We cannot expect such effects from the letters of Walpole, whose predominant traits of character were avarice and vanity: who, after being convinced he could never acquire reputation, beyond mediocrity, as an author, affected a contempt for authorship. He was a "heartless and volatile man of literature and rank:" and has been styled, "That thing of silk." The Essays of Elia, and his Criticisms, are the most popular of the writings of Lamb; and although, in a moment of irritation, he said he would write for An- tiquity, these Essays will convey his name to posterity. The first—The South Sea House—was published in CHARLES LAMB. /^, the London Magazine, and he adopted the signature. Elia; the sobriquet of a gay, light-hearted Jewish foreigner who had been a clerk in that House; but whose real name was Lomb. He continued to use this signature to various essays during the remaining fourteen years of his life, and the sobriquet of the old clerk of the South-Sea House has become that of Charles Lamb. These Essays "are not merely, ex- clusively English, but townish—belonging to London —Hogarth's, and Handel's, and Pope's London—the London of coffee-houses and theatres, of the South- Sea House, and the book-stalls of Holborn—the same city as that which held Johnson in such powerful thrall. They are, in short, whimsically, breathingly, kindly individual." The knowledge, wit, and tender pathos of Elia place him in the same rank, as an es- sayist, with Montaigne, Addison, and Steele. Reader, the next time you leave home to enjoy a Summer ex- cursion, take with you the Essays of Montaigne and Lamb, and they will enable you to pass many pleasant hours. His descriptive powers are displayed in the following view of the home of the very poor man: "That face, ground by want, in which every cheerful, every conversable lineament has been long effaced by misery—is that a face to stay at home with? Is it more a woman, or a wild cat? Alas! it is the face of the wife of his youth that once smiled upon him. It can smile no longer. What comforts can it share, what burdens can it lighten? Oh, 'tis a fine thing to talk of the humble meal shared together! But what if there be no bread in the cupboard? The innocent prattle of 5 46 CHARLES LAMB. his children takes out the sting of a man's poverty. But the children of the very poor do not prattle. It is none of the least frightful features in that condition, that there is no childishness in its dwellings. Poor people, said a sensible old nurse to us once, do not bring up their children; they drag them up. The little careless darling of the wealthier nursery, in their hovel is transformed betimes into a premature—reflecting per- son. No one has time to dandle it; no one thinks it worth while to coax it, to soothe it, to toss it up and down, to humour it. There is none to kiss away its tears. If it cries, it can only be beaten. It has been prettily said that a babe is fed with milk and praise. But the aliment of this poor babe was thin, unnourish- ing; the return to its little baby tricks and efforts to en- gage attention, bitter, ceaseless objurgation. It never had a toy, or knew what a coral meant. It grew up without the lullaby of nurses; it w7as a stranger to the patient fondle, the hushing caress, the attracting novelty, the costlier play-thing, or the cheaper off-hand contrivance to divert the child; the prattled nonsense— best sense to it—the wise impertinences, the apt story interposed that puts a stop to present sufferings, and awakens the passions of young wonder. It was never sung to—no one ever told it a tale of the nursery. It was dragged up, to live or to die, as it happened. It had no young dreams. It broke at once into the iron realities of life. It is never its parent's mirth; his di- version, his solace; it never makes him young again with recalling his young times. The child of the very poor has no young times. It has come to be a CHARLES LAMB. 47 man, or a woman, before it was a child. It has learned to go to market; it chaffers, it haggles, it envies, it mur- murs: it is knowing, acute, sharpened; it never prattles. Had we not reason to say, that the home of the veiy poor is no home?" This is intellectual portrait-paint- ing. Why, Hogarth's Progresses are not presented to the eye in characters more impressive, than Lamb here presents to the mind the child of the very poor man. As a critic, Lamb is almost without a rival in English literature. It has been said of him that, in criticism, he was "a discoverer like Yasco Nunez or Magellan." Read his criticism, On the Tragedies of Shakspeare; in which he explains the causes of the different effects produced by a play when read, and by the same play when acted; and sketches the character of Hamlet—of Richard—of Lear—of Othello. Can you find, in any author, a nobler criticism—one that more irresistably proves the mind of a master? Let us select an extract: "The truth is, the characters of Shakspeare are so much the objects of meditation, rather than of interest, or curiosity as to their actions, that while we are read- ing any of his great criminal characters—Macbeth, Richard, even Iago—we think not so much of the crimes which they commit, as of the ambition, the aspiring spirit, the intellectual activity, which prompts them to overleap these moral fences. So little, com- paratively, do the actions of such characters in Shak- speare affect us, that while the impulses, the inner mind in all its perverted greatness, solely seems real, and is exclusively attended to, the crime is, in com- parison, nothing. But when we see those things repre- 48 CHARLES LAMB. sented, the acts which they do are, comparatively, everything; their impulses nothing. The state of sublime emotion into which we are elevated by those images of night and horror wiiich Macbeth is made to utter, that solemn prelude with which he entertains the time till the bell shall strike which is to call him to murder Duncan—when we no longer read it in a book, when we have given up that vantage ground of ab- straction which reading possesses over seeing, and come to see a man in his bodily shape before our eyes, actually preparing to commit a murder, if the acting be true and impressive—as I have witnessed in Mr. K's performance of that part—the painful anxiety about the act, the natural longing to prevent it while it seems yet unperpetrated, the too close-pressing sem- blance of reality, give a pain and an uneasiness which totally destroy all the delight which the words in the book convey, wiiere the deed doing never presses upon us with the painful sense of presence. It rather seems to belong to history—to something past and inevitable, if it has anything at all to do with time. The sublime images, the poetry alone, is that wiiich is present to our minds in the reading. "So to see Lear acted—to see an old man tottering about the stage with a walking stick, turned out of doors by his daughters in a rainy night, has nothing in it but what is painful and disgusting. We want to take him into shelter and relieve him. That is all the feeling which the acting of Lear ever produced in me. But the Lear of Shakspeare cannot be acted. The contemptible machinery by which they mimic CHARLES LAMB. 49 the storm which he goes out in, is not more inadequate to represent the horrors of the real elements, than any actor can be to represent Lear: they might more easily propose to personate the Satan of Milton upon the stage, or one of Michael Angelo's terrible figures. The greatness of Lear is not in corporeal dimension, but in intellectual: the explosions of his passion are terrible as a volcano: they are storms turning up, and disclosing to the bottom that sea, his mind, with all its vast riches. It is his mind which is laid bare. This case of flesh and blood seems too insignificant to be thought on, even as he himself neglects it. On the stage wre see nothing but corporeal infirmities and weakness, the impotence of rage. While we read it, we see not Lear, but we are Lear: we are in his mind; we are sustained by a grandeur which baffles the ma- lice of daughters and storms. In the aberrations of his reason we discover a mighty, irregular power of reasoning, immethodized from the ordinary purposes of life, but exerting its powers, as the wind blows where it listeth, at will upon the corruptions and abuses of mankind. What have looks or tones to do with that sublime identification of his age with that of the heavens themselves, when, in his reproaches to them for conniving at the injustice of his children, he reminds them that 'they themselves are old.' What gesture shall we appropriate to this? What has the voice, or the eye to do with such things? But the play is beyond all art: Lear is essentially impossible to be represented upon the stage." The private character of Lamb, with one mean- s' 50 CHARLES LAMB. choly exception, was without reproach. His purity of character may be inferred from his writings. It has been said that, "Licentious writers may be very chaste persons: the imagination may be a volcano, while the heart is an Alp of ice." This may be true; but the converse would not necessarily follow, that licentious persons may be very chaste waiters. If the imagina- tion do not affect the passions, the criminal indul- gence of the passions will affect the imagination: but the history of literature may furnish exceptions to the general rule. Lamb was not more remarkable for his genius, than for a kind, amiable, and gentle nature. Southey said, "Others might possess the milk of human kindness, but Charles Lamb had monopolized the cream." In his early life he thus wrote to a friend: "I am wedded, Coleridge, to the fortunes of my sister, and my poor old father. Oh! my friend, I think, some- times, could I recall the days that are past, which among them should I choose? Not those 'merrier days,' not the 'pleasant days of hope,' not 'those wanderings with a fair-hair'd maid,' which I have so often, and so feelingly regretted; but the days, Coleridge, of a mother's fondness for her schoolboy. What would I not give to call her back to earth for one day, that, on my knees, I might ask her pardon for all those little asperities of temper, which, from time to time, have given her gentle spirit pain?" His father died when he was twenty-one; and from that time he devoted his whole life to his sister,* who was ten years older than 'Lamb did not marry; and the following great authors also de- cided for celibacy: Michael Angelo, Boyle, Peiresc, Newton, Locke, CHARLES LAMB. 51 himself. She had been a mother to him when he was a delicate and helpless child; when he arrived at man's estate, he became the protector of her who had been to him in the place of a mother. She is the Bridget Elia of his Essays—a kind-hearted and gentle creature—admirably suited to beguile the loneliness, and soothe the sorrows of such a brother; and their Bayle, Shenstone, Leibnitz, Hobbes, Voltaire, Adam Smith, Pope, Swift, Thomson, Akenside, Arbuthnot, Hume, Gibbon, Cowper, Goldsmith, Gray. It would not be difficult to extend the list. Michael Angelo replied to one who asked him why he preferred celibacy: "I have espoused my art, and it occasions me sufficient domestic cares, for my works shall be my children." To this deci- sion of the great artist, we may oppose the following beautiful senti- ment: "A wife who re-animates the drooping genius of her husband, and a mother who is inspired by the ambition of beholding her sons eminent, is she not the real being whom the ancients personified in their Muse?" The following remarkable array of facts, in relation to the family history of men eminently distinguished for genius, is taken from a late number of the London Quarterly: "We are not going to speculate about the causes of the fact—but a fact it is—that men distinguished for extraordinary intellectual power, of any sort, very rarely leave more than a very brief line of progeny behind them. Men of genius have scarcely ever done so- men of imaginative genius, we might say, almost never. With the one exception of the noble Surrey, we cannot, at this moment, point out a representative in the male line, even so far down as in the third generation, of any English Poet; and we believe the case is the same in France. The blood of beings of that order can seldom be traced far down, even in the female line. With the exception of Surrey and Spenser, we are not aware of any great English author, of at all remote date, from whose body any living person claims to be descended. There is no other real English poet, prior to the middle of the eighteenth century, and we believe no great author of any sort, except Clarendon and Shaftsbury, of whose blood we have any inheritance amongst us. Chaucer's only son died childless. rv> CHARLES LAMB. life-long association of undiminished, ever-increasing affection, from his infancy to three-score years, was most beautiful. In one of his essays he says of her, 'We house together, old bachelor and maid, in a sort of double singleness; with such tolerable comfort, upon the whole, that I, for one, find in myself no sort of disposition to go out upon the mountains, with the rash king's offspring, to bewail my celibacy." He once expressed the desire that he could throw into a heap the remainder of their joint existences, that they might share them in equal division. The most iffectionate and earnest watchings on her part, were repaid by deference and gratitude. If she were un- usually silent, or languid in company, he wTould ask: Shakspeare's line expired in his daughter's only daughter. None of the other dramatists of that age left any progeny: nor Raleigh, nor Bacon, nor Cowley, nor Butler. The grand-daughter of Milton was the last of his blood. Neither Bolingbroke, nor Addison,* nor Warburton, nor Johnson, nor Burke, transmitted their blood. M. Renourd's last argument against a perpetuity in literary property is, that it would be founding another noblense. Neither jealous aristo- cracy, nor envious jacobinism need be under much alarm. When a human race has produced its 'bright consummate flower' in this kind, it 'seems commonly to be near its end.' The theory is illus- trated in our own day. The two greatest names in science and literature of our time were Davy and Sir Walter Scott. The first died childless. Sir Walter left four children, of whom three are dead, only one of them (Mrs. Lockhart) leaving issue, and the fourth, (his eldest son,) though living, and long married, has no issue. These are curious facts." *This is an error. Addison had a daughter, whose mother was Countess of Warwick; who was taught contempt for authors, and was proud of her alliance, through her mother, with nobility—blushing to acknowledge the name of her father, more illustrious than that of all the Warwicks that ever lived. CHARLES LAMB. 53 Mary, does your head ache? Don't you feel unwell? and it was not easy to quiet his apprehensions. The world has never produced an union—unselfish, deep, and long-continued—between a brother and sister, more attractive from its moral beauty. I know a man to whom these scenes of fraternal affection recall former days, when he indulged ardent wishes that he had had a sister: one whom he might have cherished, and guided, and loved. He once had a sister, a few years his junior—himself too young to recollect her. He has heard her little prattle and ways described, giving early promise of ardent feeling, and woman's nature. When two years old, she was said to be most interesting and lovely. And then, this sweet little flower, which had just begun to expand her leaves, fragrant with the drops of morning dew, to the first rays of the morning sun, calmly and gently laid her head on its natural resting-place—a mother's bosom—and looked, and smiled, and died. Died? Life and immortality are brought to light by the Cospel. She was only transplanted from this scene of tumult, and sorrows, and storms, to a more genial clime where she will flourish in immortal bloom: and he may adopt the language employed by David, when told his child was dead, I shall go to her, but she shall not return to me. So kind was the nature of Lamb—so constant his friendships—that but one instance is recorded in which he assumed a hostile position. Several articles in the Quarterly Review, which was conducted by Southey, had commented, unjustly, on his theological creed and 54 CHARLES LAMB. his single frailty. I have read the "Letter of Elia to Robert Southey, Esq." with admiration that a man, who was able to defend himself with such manliness of spirit and keenness of sarcasm, should not, by the consciousness of his powers, have been oftener tempted into controversy. But his gentle nature enabled him to overcome the temptation. Mutual explanations soon restored the confidence of these long-attached friends. His acquaintance with Coleridge commenced in his youth, and he remained his "fifty-years-old friend without a division." In one of his essays, he thus apos- trophizes him: "Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the day-spring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee—the dark pillar not yet turned—Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Logician, Meta- physician, Bard!" He thus apostrophizes another friend: "Magnificent were thy capricios on this globe of earth, Robert William Elliston! for as yet we know not thy new name in heaven."* Lamb was a fine exemplification of the beautiful sentiment of Sterne, All hail, you small swTeet courtesies of life, for pleasant do you make the way of it. Like grace and beauty, that attract us at first sight, 'tis you that open the door and let the stranger in. When speaking of the personal character of Lamb, I remarked that, with one exception, it was without reproach. He had a delicate frame, a nervous tempe- rament, wras fond of study and society, with "Affections warm as sunshine, free as air;" * I find the same beautiful thought used by Dr. Young iii the first line of Night Sixth: "She—for I know not yet her name in heaven." CHARLES LAMB. o/i and, when exhausted by labour, or partaking of the enjoyment of convivial circles, he too often indulged in artificial excitement. But his memory should be vindicated from the charge that his Essay, The Con- fessions of a Drunkard, was designed as a picture of his own sad condition at the time it wTas written. It is a representation of the tendency of convivial habits, drawn with graphic power; and may be read with advantage by those who find themselves approaching the verge of that dreadful precipice. The Essay was written fourteen years before his death; and if he had then been so far prostrated by intemperance, how could he, during this period, have produced the works that have made Elia immortal in English literature? Yet it cannot be denied that his otherwise fair fame wras, in a measure, obscured—especially during the last years of his life—by this deplorable frailty. His letter of self-condemning apology to Mr. Carey, at whose table he had indulged imprudently; and his poignant reflections on the pain he gave his sister by such devi- ations, combine, with other circumstances, to attest the melancholy fact. He had nobly struggled against another bad habit, and immortalized his victory by, A Farewell to Tobacco; but this tyrant, beneath whose power many strong men have fallen, held him in a grasp so firm, that he has become another proof of the infirmities of genius. A man, who is insensibly form- ing destructive habits, should read the letters of Lamb on the progress and effects of intemperance; and those of Coleridge on his subjugation by opium. Gin did not improve the verses of Byron; nor wine the essay? 56 CHARLES LAMB. of Elia; nor opium the poetry of Coleridge. Such are not intellectual pleasures; and all they can ever effept is thus finely stated by Lamb: "It is a fearful truth, that the intellectual faculties, by repeated acts of intemperance, may be driven from their orderly sphere of action, their clear day-light ministries, until they shall be brought at last to depend, for the faint mani- festation of their departing energies, upon the return- ing periods of the fatal madness to which they owe their devastation." It was unfortunate for Lamb that, ten years before his death, he was released from his duties at the India House, where he had been employed in arduous labour for thirty-five years. He once sportively re- marked that the most delightful of all employments was doing nothing. After his emancipation from the service of the Company, he said, "No work is worse than overwork," and complained that, "When all is holiday, I have no holidays." During his confinement to the desk, he sighed for freedom to wander over fields and woods, and luxuriate in the beauties of nature: after his discharge, and retirement to the country, he longed for crowded streets and the busy haunts of men. Why should man wish to be discharged from labour? It is the law of his nature, "In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread;" equally essential to his happiness and usefulness—like the mass of the great waters, whose purity is preserved by their constant motion. If Lamb had not been a devotee to litera- ture while employed in the India House, he might have found occupation in that, when his labours CHARLES LAMB. 57 ceased. But his labours, and the pursuit of literature had co-existed for thirty years, and the one had palled when the other had closed. He had none of the tender charities of husband and father.on wiiich to repose: charities which, down to the close of life's long pilgrimage, are a never failing fountain of emo- tions—ever fresh, and ever young. A centuiy before the time of Lamb, the Earl of Peterborough said: "If I were a man of many plums, and a good heathen, I would dedicate a temple to laziness." This is a false view of human happiness. A life of idleness never can be, under the most favourable circumstances, a life of true enjoyment. The pleasure of the sportsman consists in the pursuit, not in the possession, of the game. "No human being, however exalted his rank and fortune, however enlarged and cultivated his un- derstanding, can be long happy without a pursuit. Life is a ladder on which we climb from hope to hope, and by expectation strive to ascend to enjoyments; but he who fancies he has reached his highest hope is miserable indeed; or who enjoys the utmost of his wishes; for many, who have been most successful in their respective undertakings, have given the gloomiest description of the emptiness of human pleasures. The pursuit alone can yield true happiness: and the most trifling object that has power to fascinate the hopes of man, is worthy of his attention." The life of eveiy man contains its moral; and, in that view, belongs to posterity. The lessons of virtue which are thus taught, make it proper to lift the cur- tain on acts which, otherwise, had better lie buried in 6 58 CHARLES LAMB. our graves. The genius and the gentle nature of Charles Lamb excite our admiration and our love; but, even weeping virtue is not allowed to interpose the veil which would conceal his frailty from our view. HENRY MARTYN—JOHN S. NEWBOLD. The character of Henry Martyn is one of the most beautiful presented to us in Christian biography. Refined in taste, gentle and affectionate in disposition, accomplished in attainments, brilliant in genius, pure in life, ardent and devoted in piety, he was justly styled by his friends, a bright and lovely jewel. His conversion took place when he was a student at Cambridge; and the reader of his memoirs is forcibly impressed by the contrast between the degree of his religious experience at that time, and the unreserved devotedness of his subsequent life. The fruit was be- yond the promise of the early blossomings. The child, at birth, scarcely gave evidence of life: but, when he attained his manhood, he filled England, and Persia, and India with his fame; and, having relinquished all the bright and alluring prospects of worldly advance- ment, he lived daily on the bread that was sent down from heaven. What was the cause of this disparity between his early, and subsequent religious experience? He was a candidate for the highest honours of his College; and he ascribed the low state of his piety, at that period, to the eagerness and intenseness with which he pursued that object. The view he took of 60 HENRY MARTYN. the subject was, I have no doubt, correct. Knowledge is useful; and its attainment is an object of legitimate pursuit for the Christian, because its possession enlarges his sphere of action. But, I contend that the ardent pursuit of academical honours has a direct and invaria- ble tendency to repress and extinguish religious emo- tions; and I do not believe any man ever advanced in true Christian character while engaged in the contest; or even retained the piety with wiiich it was commenced. And I make this broad assertion, because 1 believe no man ever pursued that particular course of study, in- dispensably necessary to obtain the highest collegiate honours, without having had his mind more occupied with his own advancement, than with a desire to promote the glory of his Maker. In other words, he makes the honours his idol, which occupies, in his affections, the supremacy that belongs to the giver of all good. He might, under other circumstances, pursue his studies as intensely, and without injurious consequences, be- cause pride and self-exaltation would not be cherished. But, within the walls of a College—that world in miniature—contests for pre-eminence manifest the same love of glory that is displayed by the statesman in the halls of legislation, or by the soldier on bloody fields. Ambition has been called the last infirmity of noble minds. Christianity finds it in the heart of its votary, and does not extinguish, but sanctifies, this natural emotion. She teaches, Blessed are the poor in spirit; and that no man, who entertains an exalted opinion of himself, can hold high communion with heaven. If there be any truth in Christianity, her tendency is to HENRY MARTYN. 61 teach man humility, that God may be all in all. I wish to be understood. I am not opposing the acquisi- tion of knowledge, but inculcating purity of motive. Circumstances, to which I shall not make further reference, have called my attention to the consideration of this subject. Brainerd, when at Yale College, made this note in his diary: "I grew more cold and dull in religion by means of my old temptation, viz. ambition in my studies." Martyn obtained the honours for which he had so intensely toiled, and made this record: "I obtained my highest wishes, but was surprised to find that I had grasped a shadow." Such is the brief and true history of earthly glory. Expectations of happiness, based on any object beneath the sun, are built too low. "If any man thirst, let him come unto me and drink." Brilliancy of genius, and extensive acquirements, would have secured to Henry Martyn position and competence in secular pursuits. His original design was to study lawr; chiefly, as he confesses, "Because I could not consent to be poor for Christ's sake." But his piety increased after he had completed his collegiate studies; and he determined to devote himself to the cause of his Master. Had he chosen to remain in England, his qualifications and high reputation would have placed him in a distinguished position in the Established Church: but, having determined to give up much for the holiest of causes, it was comparatively easy, for a noble mind like his, to resolve to give up all. He selected Asia as the field for his missionary labours; and effected more for the great cause of human happi - 6* 62 HENRY MARTYN. ness, by giving this direction to his efforts, than could have been accomplished if he had remained in En- gland. He did not want the eagle's eye to endure the blazing sun, nor the eagle's wing to bear him to it; but the beauty and splendour of the1 flight would not have been so conspicuous in a land of abundant light and great men, as when he hovered over heathen lands, and scattered in his path the Word of Life. If he had remained in England, he would have gone down to posterity as an accomplished scholar, and de- voted Christian. Now, his name stands in high con- nection with the greatest cause that ever engaged the attention of man; and will remain, through all coming time, as a beacon-light to guide the steps of other noble spirits, in making the same self-sacrifice on the same holy altar. The splendid tomb of Francis Xavier will never cease to arrest the attention of the Christian pilgrim, when he sojourns at Goa. When he rests at Tocat, he will visit the humble monument of Henry Martyn: and, as memory calls up the lovely spirit which once animated the ashes that repose beneath its base, he will dwell, wjth admiration and delight, on the heroic greatness of him, who consumed a feeble frame by the action of the mighty principle which caused him to dwell, and die, far from friends and home. uPaucioribus lacrymis compositus es," is the lamen- tation that might have been addressed over his de- parting hour. The last words he entered in his diary, written ten days before his death, were: "I sat in the orchard and thought with sweet comfort and peace of my God; in solitude my company, my friend, and HENRY MARTYN. 63 comforter. Oh, when shall time give place to eternity! When shall appear that new heaven, and new earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness! There, there shall in no wise enter any thing that defileth: none of that wickedness which hath made men wrorse than wild beasts; none of those corruptions which add to the miseries of mortality, shall be seen, or heard of any more." He died, October 16th, 1812, at Tocat, in Persia, at the early age of thirty-one. I cannot abstain from a brief mention of one part of his private history. A noble nature is ever suscep- tible of all tender emotions; and his affections were irrevocably placed on one worthy of his devoted at- tachment. She did not consent to accompany him to India; and, when he left England, he felt that he "parted with L----forever in this life." During the voyage he landed at the Cape of Good Hope, and wrote: "In my walk home by the sea-side, I sighed on thinking of L----, with whom I had stood on the shore before coming away, a*id of the long seas that were rolling between us." And again, five years after he had left England, he made this record: "I was walk- ing with L----, both much affected, and speaking on the things dearest to us both. I awoke, and behold it was a dream! I shed tears. The clock struck three, and the moon wras riding near her highest noon: all was silence and solemnity, and I thought, with pain, of the sixteen thousand miles between us. Good is the will of the Lord, even if I see her no more." These emotions were experienced at Cawnpore, far from the abode of civilized man, and amidst surround- #■ 64 JOHN S. NEWS OLD. ing paganism. His pure and gentle spirit, with thai of her he loved, has bathed in the river which flows by the everlasting throne; and the union, not permitted on earth, has taken place in heaven. John S. Neweold was also a member of the Epis- copal Church, and resembled Martyn in genius and piety. When he commenced his collegiate studies, he was not serious; but, during his terms, he became the subject of a very extensive revival. Before this pe- riod, he was incomparably the most distinguished member of his class; and it was conceded that he would take the highest academical honours. He par- ticularly excelled in mathematics and philosophy; a knowledge of which he acquired with great facility. After his conversion, his views received a different direction; and the attainment of honours ceased to be an object of pursuit, or desire. Yet he always main- tained a high position in his class, and diligently pur- sued his studies, as far as was necessary to obtain accurate knowledge of the subjects, without effort to recite so as to receive the highest commendation. Newbold was not my contemporary at Princeton Col- lege; but his collegiate history was as familiar to the students as household words. Years have rolled by, and thousands of other forms and scenes have arisen before me since that lovely spirit passed away; yet, memory calls him back to life, and he now stands before me, invested with almost living reality. That manly form, that cordial grasp, that child-like sim- plicity of character—the invariable attendant on a truly noble mind—those soft and touching tones of suppli- JOHN S. NEWBOLD. 65 cation with which he led the devotions of others; that calm, almost heavenly smile which indicated the pure, benevolent, devotional spirit that dwrelt within! Other forms may fade beyond the power of recall, but this is ineffaceable. It is with great pleasure my unpretending pen offers this humble tribute to the memory of one, who always, as he grasped my hand, called me brother. He was comparatively unknown to fame—having died in the early morning of life, and before he commenced to discharge the duties of the profession to which he had devoted his powers. Possessing a strong mind, correct taste, and laborious habits, had his life been prolonged, he would have been one of the most useful men of the age. Time did not wait to touch his person with the decay of years; but used his scythe before he had attained the vigour of his intellect, or the maturity of his manhood. His friends, and the Church, expected fruit from his prolonged life, and useful labours. In one sense he did not die young; because, that life is long which accomplishes its great end. Men of piety, and men of genius! "Tread lightly on his ashes—he was your kinsman." Newbold was remarkable for the union of genius, great simplicity of character, and ardent piety which seemed daily to increase: thus indicating—as was also the case with Summerfield and Spenser—that the body in wiiich the burning spirit dwelt, was rapidly tending to dissolution, and that another bright star would soon shine in heaven. He was a contemporary of Sylvester Lamed, at the Princeton Theological Semi- nary; who, like him, met the fate so common to those 66 JOHN S. NEWBOLD. who possess goodness and genius—an early grave. But the contrast between these highly gifted men was very striking. Newbold was all meekness and gentle- ness; and would have offered to men the winning invitations of divine mercy. The character of Lamed was bold and daring; and he presented to his hearers the denunciations of coming judgment. Newbold had more of the true character of genius—the power of conducting intricate analysis, and investigating ab- stract science. Larned arrested attention by the manly eloquence with which he was able to invest any sub- ject with importance. Newbold was tall and well proportioned, and exceedingly modest in his carriage. Larned wTas the finest specimen of man I ever knew —his form cast in the most perfect mould; his face chiseled without a fault; his eye of a piercing bright- ness; his spirit without fear. Had a maniac approach- ed Newbold with a drawn dagger, he would have been disarmed by the almost heavenly mildness of his countenance, and his gentle bearing. When a luna- tic once met Larned alone in the fields, and stood before him with uplifted weapon, he bared his bosom, and, fixing his eye upon him, told him to strike. The maniac looked in his face, and his aim fell, by his side. Newbold had determined on going to Persia, as a missionary; and would have been a worthy successor to Martyn, who left the Persian and Hisdoostanee Scriptures as an enduring monument to his energy, and his genius. The character of Newbold emi- nently qualified him to occupy that field of labour. JOHN S. NEWBOLD. 67 Like David, he had it in his heart to execute a work: it did not please his Master to allow the servant to accomplish his desires. He offered himself a living sacrifice upon the altar: the fire was sent down to con- sume the victim, and then conveyed the spirit back to heaven. Jonah thought he did well to be angry when his gourd prematurely withered. But friends should not repine, when Christians are early taken away from the "evil to come." It was beautifully said by an ancient sage, They whom the gods love, die young. The reason of this was obscure to the heathen philo- sopher: it is made plain by the light of Revelation. Why should the gentle, the pure, the lovely, be long detained in a world where every passing storm rocks the tenement; every inbred corruption pains the heart; every view of human misery sickens the sensibilities? The rude blast withers the tender flower: let it then be transplanted to its native clime. The most beauti- ful tree of the woods has often a concealed worm preying upon its heart. Birds that sing sweetest, do not live longest. The swan, as he gently swims over the bosom of the lake, pours forth his softest notes -when near his dying hour. So, the Christian, whose soul has been tuned to the music of heaven, departs early, that he may join the choir composed of the "general assembly and Church of the first born." AMERICAN LITERATURE. Human nature does not change with passing ages; and the question, Can any good thing come out of Nazareth? is asked now, as it was eighteen hundred years ago. A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, is a truth, the confirmation of which we daily witness. Who has not observed the magic of a name? The mass of mankind admire a beautiful painting, if it be the acknowledged work of a master whose pencil confers immortality. The same painting, if ascribed to an inferior artist, would be divested of half its beauties, except to those who are skilled in the art. Who reads an American book? tauntingly asked a proud Briton. Englishmen think more favorably of us now, than they did when this question was asked. At the meeting of the British Association for the pro- motion of Science, held at Manchester, in June, 1842, Sir John Herschel—referring to Mr. Schoolcraft, an American geographer, who had communicated to the Geographical Society of London a series of observa- tions on the Lakes of America—said, "It is impossible for me here to allude to any member of the United States, with reference to matters by which the least national feeling is awakened, without paying a tribute 7 70 AMERICAN LITERATURE. to the high estimation in wiiich science is certainly held by that great and rising country. In every de- partment of science, especially those wiiich receive their impulse from Europe, they appear to take so warm an interest and part, that they may be regarded, in that sense at least, as more completely our brethren than formerly. I pay this humble tribute to the scien- tific ardour of our American brethren; and I hope that they will perceive there is a feeling prevalent amongst the scientific men, and amongst all classes, of Great Britain, which, we trust, will draw closer the ties of brotherhood between the tw^o countries." But we cannot expect entire liberality, towards our literary men, on that side of the "big pond." Na- tional jealousy will cause Englishmen to depreciate our literature, as they did our seamanship until they were taught that, gun for gun, and man for man, the proud lion-flag of old England was humbled beneath the stripes and stars. No American would admit that he failed to appreciate a wTork because it wTas of American origin; but, although his pride of country reject the admission, it does not follow that he has disproved the secret existence of what he so indignantly disclaims. Encouragement and protection are terms unknoAvn, as applied to American literature. I confess anxiety to see the elevation of our national literature: and I believe the time will come when our country, in this, as in other departments of a nation's glory, will occupy a proud position. Why should the authors of England be superior to those of our coun- try? We have the same blood in our veins; we derive AMERICAN LITERATURE. 71 our mental cultivation from the same immortal works. Is there any thing Boeotian in the nature of our climate to make "genius sicken and fancy die?" Authorship is a business in England; and writers pass their lives in the production of works which procure bread and im- mortality. Macaulay receives five hundred dollars for one of his articles in the Edinburgh Review. In this country, men who feel the immortal energies of genius kindling within them, might starve on the product of literary labour. Hence, they do not aim to attain high literary excellence; but employ their time in felling the oaks of our mighty forests, and cultivating the bountiful soil; or, in the pursuits of commerce, they spread our canvass on the bosom of every sea, and furl it in the ports of every land. We have statesmen and orators, of the present day, equal to any others that now live; and, with the same cultivation, perhaps Patrick Henry would have surpassed his great contem- poraries, Chatham and Burke. Our men of genius become statesmen and orators, because the nature of our institutions developes talents of that order. When our people will consent to wear American cloths and silks, our manufactures may rival those of England and France. American artisans, with sufficient en- couragement, would soon equal those of Birmingham and Sheffield. I deny that Englishmen are superior to Americans in genius; and I have no objection to compare our soldiers, our sailors, our manufacturers, our machinists, our agriculturists, our statesmen, our orators, with those of England. The name of an American occupies the proudest position on the page of 72 AMERICAN LITERATURE. history. Hannibal was the greatest soldier that ever lived; but Washington was never conquered at Cannsc. A Chief Justice of the United States has left a repu- tation, unsurpassed by that of any man who ever wore the ermine. It is thought, by competent judges, that America has produced a metaphysician equal to any other of any age of the world. Who taught the Englishman to draw down the forked lightning from heaven, and cause it to play harmlessly by his side? Who gave to the world the application of that mighty agent which now regulates the intercourse and com- merce of nations? Who invented the machinery which has proved such an incalculable blessing to the poor, by reducing, ten-fold, the price of cotton fabrics? In the two wars with Great Britain, as well as under other circumstances, Americans have proved themselves equal to all emergencies with any competitors; and, when hardly pressed, have shewn, even in the infancy of political existence, the strength of a giant. It would never have been supposed that the infant Hercules had the power to strangle the two serpents, had not the trial been offered by the jealousy of Juno. In like man- ner, the sleeping, yet giant-like energies of our manu- facturers and mechanics, can only be called into action by the encouragement of competition with the older nations of Europe. Englishmen write better books than Americans, for the same reason that they make better cutlery and cloths: they receive compensation for labour. No man, who is dependent on his labour for bread, will devote his talents to literature, unless he can look for- AMERICAN LITERATURE. 73 ward to the prospect of honourable support, in connec- tion with a life of literary toil. The literary man, the man wiio acquires, but docs not produce—so beauti- fully compared, by the elder D'Israeli, to the streams that flow under ground, and contribute to supply and swell the lake, themselves unseen and unknown— may exist in any country, if he have leisure, and the means to indulge his tastes. But the author is made of different materials; and something more exciting, more propelling, is required for authorship. Genius alone will not make authors, for the same reason that a rich virgin-soil will not, without cultivation, produce a harvest. And, as every product of the soil requires its appropriate culture to ensure a reward for the labour of the cultivator, so with the human mind. The Poet forms no exception to the general rule, although the remark of Horace be true, Poeta nasci- tur, non fit. Burns cultivated his poetic genius as he followed the plough; or when he lay on a mass of straw in his barn-yard, and, looking on a planet in the clear, starry sky, composed that noblest of all his lyrics, "To Mary in Heaven." Hogg cultivated his genius as he watched his flocks on the banks of the Ettrick; or became familiar with the scenes and le- gends of the hills and valleys of Scotland. The Oneida Chief displayed a genius for oratory when he said, "When Jesus Christ came into the world, he threw his blanket around him, but the God was within." So, the Moslem General who exclaimed to the army, dismayed and confused by the fall of their Commander in the midst of battle, "What if 7# 74 AMERICAN LITERATURE. Derar be dead? God still lives and beholds you: March." Here was natural eloquence, cultivated by the scenes amidst which they had lived. We cannot ex- pect to find the same cultivation and produce in the immense valley of the Mississippi, acre for acre, as we find in England, which has been made a fruitful gar- den by the labour of a thousand years. We must wait for our population to increase, until every "rood of ground maintains its man." It is by a similar argu- ment I wish to defend American genius from the charge of inferiority. I will take another view of this subject. The su- premacy of English genius existed in the Elizabethan Era; and England has not produced an equal to Shakspeare, since the death of the immortal bard of Avon. Englishmen live on the reputation of a few names, as some men wish to preserve a character for virtue by reference to former actions. They refer to Milton, Newton, Shakspeare, Bacon, as evidences of their intellectual superiority as a nation. And are they not also our countrymen; descended from the same Anglo-Saxon race? Did the fact, that religious persecution drove Englishmen to America, change their nature? It is a weakness in Englishmen to attempt to depreciate the genius of America. Intel- lect is not confined to any country. Africa has pro- duced a Hannibal and a Terence, and Portugal a Camoens. The civil, political, and religious institu- tions under which a people live, control their genius. The germ does not swell, and bud, and blossom, un- less it receive the refreshing rain and the warming AMERICAN LITERATURE. 75 sun. "'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more." And why? Let history answer. The modern Greek lives in the country of Homer and Plato; but the burning lava, from the volcanoes of despotism, has overflowed the land, and withered all that is noble in his nature. Where are the countrymen of Virgil, of Dante, of Ariosto, of Tasso? They dwell on the same sunny plains of Italy; but the heavy yoke of the tyrant has crushed their noble aspirations, and bowed them down to the dust. In the writings of the present day, we want the unfolding of deep and absorbing passion: the concen- tration of power, which, although it belongs to excited virtue, is not denied to despairing guilt: that highest effort of the mind of man, when he puts forth all hia energies in one grand conception. In this consists the supremacy of Shakspeare. In his writings, the gentle flow of the river fills our imagination with images of beauty; and, before wre are aware of the change, the swollen and impetuous torrent rushes on to the ocean. Lady Macbeth exhibits the dark and terrific passions of human nature; and, as we read the description, we see her standing before us with her extended and blood-stained hand, exclaiming, "Out, damned spot!" There is nature in the poetry of Sappho, and in the burning words of the Abelard and Heloise; and, with- out following her guidance, no writer could adequately describe the first consciousness of love—the turning of the wrarm affections into a channel where they had never before flowed—the first-born offspring of the heart of man. If a writer wish to portray scenes 76 AMERICAN LITERATURE. wiiich prove that, while virtue is its own reward, vice is its own punishment, he must learn, from the obser- vation of life, that the hours of revelry, the place of business, the closet, or the crowded hall, do not banish the one thought from the mind of the guilty; that the dying groan of the murdered, the despairing cry of the violated, are ever present with the perpetrator of dark and damning crimes, denying all rest to his troubled spirit. Genius and talent are not the exclusive birth- right of any nation. Wherever found, their tendency is to exalt our common nature, since they belong to no clime and no country, but are the treasure of the hu- man race. The Great Father of us all is bountiful to his children; and we are taught by a common origin, common desires, and common destiny, that man is the brother of man. We all depend on the same sun for light, the same air for breath: hopes and fears, joys and sorrows, health and decay, are attendants on our journey; and we alike bow in submission to the same irreversible destiny, "Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust." LORD BACON. The genius of Bacon has been compared to the tent which "Paribanou, the faiiy, presented to Prince Ahmed. Fold it, and it seemed a toy for the hand of a lady. Spread it, and the armies of powerful Sultans might repose beneath its shade." While he stood on an eminence, and extended his view over the great ocean of knowledge, his attention was attracted by the pebbles that were scattered along the shore. He was the most profound thinker and accomplished orator of his age—unequalled for closeness and vigour of style, and richness of fancy. It has been well said of him, that, with great minuteness of observation, he had an amplitude of comprehension, such as has never yet been bestowed on any other human being. Bacon is the father of Experimental Philosophy. Aristotle lived almost two thousand years before this Prince of Philosophers appeared. The Stagirite wished to establish the same dominion over the minds of men, which his illustrious pupil Alexander desired to estab- lish over nations. The master was more successful than the pupil. The philosophy of Aristotle continued to direct the intellect of the world, long after the em- pire of the son of Philip had gone down in darkness. 78 LORD BACON. Plato taught his philosophy in the groves of Academus. Their systems triumphed at Rome, and at Athens, in the age of their founders. Four hundred years later, they were the systems of the illustrious men of the Augustan period; and they prevailed during the dark- ness of the Middle Ages. The essence of this philo- sophy was the inculcation of the abstract beauty of virtue; but, it did not devise the plans by which men might become virtuous and happy. Its principles could not sustain Cicero, with dignity, during his banishment from Rome; and Cato—after having read the treatise of Plato on the immortality of the soul— fell upon his sword, that he might not be compelled to wear the chains which Caesar had forged for him, and for his country. In all their arguments, its teachers aimed at victory over disputants; and they thought philosophy would be disgraced by attempting any practical improvement, wiiich had reference to the hap- piness of their species. They invented syllogisms, by the use of which confusion became worse confounded; and the schoolmen supposed they wrere well employed, when they disputed how many angels could dance on the point of a needle. They endeavoured to prove that pain, and exile, and poverty were not evils; but they could not destroy their own senses, nor the senses of their disciples; and mankind were left to mourn under accumulated miseries, without the attention of philosophy being directed to the discovery of the means by wiiich they might be avoided, or relieved. The Church did not escape the influence of the prevailing systems. Scholastic theology went, hand in hand, with LORD BACON. 7g scholastic philosophy—a knowledge of which the records of the period have transmitted to our age. Bacon de- scribes this celebrated philosophy by saying, "It ended in nothing but disputation; it was neither a vineyard, nor an olive ground; but an intricate wood of briers and thistles, from which those who lost themselves in it brought back many scratches and no food." Such was, essentially, the condition of philosophy, until the memorable events of the sixteenth centuiy produced a revolution in the intellectual world. The effects of that revolution are felt at the present day, and will extend to the end of time. The giant, Mixd, then burst the chains with which he had been bound for ages; and, having tasted the blessing of liberty, will forever continue to "walk abroad in his own ma- jesty." It wrould be as easy to place the shoulders to the orb of the rolling sun, and push him back into night, as now to arrest the progress of philosophy. The Refonnation was the most remarkable of the events of that period: and, by the action of untram- melled genius, the mists of scholastic philosophy and scholastic theology were dispersed, like the thick vapours of night before the risen sun. The highest use of the revival of philosophy—said Erasmus, the most accomplished scholar of the age—will be to dis- cover, in the Bible, the simple and pure Christianity. Bacon said that a little, or superficial knowledge of philosophy may incline the mind of man to atheism; but, when properly understood, as a man passes on, and sees the dependence of causes and the works of Providence, philosophy produces veneration for God, 80 LORD BACON. and renders faith in him the ruling passion of life. Thus the ancient order was unsettled; the dogmas of the schoolmen were overthrown; and the anarchy of the intellectual world invited the action of some master spirit, to reduce chaos into order. Such were the circumstances under which Bacon, the High Priest of Philosophy, appeared. When a boy, he was not delighted with the sports of children; but separated himself from his youthful companions, that he might discover the cause of an echo, and meditate upon the laws of the imagination. At the early age of sixteen, when he departed from Cambridge, he had an unconcealed contempt for Aristotle and his fol- lowers;* and, it has been said, that he then had a glimpse of the mighty intellectual revolution he was destined to accomplish. Such remarks on the life of mind must be received with due allowance, as they have been made of many great men. Thus—accord- ing to an anecdote, told by himself at the age of four- score—Warren Hastings also afforded an instance of the early formation of a scheme, which was never abandoned during his subsequent life of glory and disgrace. When seven years old, as he reclined on * The Aristotelian philosophy substituted words for things. Aris- totle taught that there were four modes by which all things in nature must exist: the materialiter, or material cause, ex qua, out of which things are made; the formaliter, or formal cause, per quam, by which a thing is that which it is, and nothing else; the fundamtaliter, or the efficient cause, a qua, by the agency of which any thing is pro- duced; and the eminenter, or final cause, propter quam, the end for which it is produced. Such was the philosophy which long reigned in the schools, and was regarded as the perfect model of all imita- tion. LORD BACON. 81 the bank of a rivulet that flowed through the old domain which had once belonged to his ancestors, he resolved that he would restore Daylesford to his family. Stimulated by this never-dying ambition, he passed in India forty years of a life stained by the murder of Nuncomar, the capture of Benares, and the oppression of the Princesses of Oude; and returned to die at Daylesford, the possessor of the estate his fathers had lost. From this early period of the life of Bacon, common sense, and the desire to accomplish what was useful, were predominant in his character: and he united—a combination so rare—minute observation with great comprehension. Without these qualities, even his great genius would not have enabled him, at the close of three centuries, to exercise predominant influence over the minds of his race. He says of himself that his desire was to be engaged "in indus- trious observations, grounded conclusions, and profit- able inventions, and discoveries." He did not seek to excite surprise by his efforts, but to produce "fruit." He did not aim to display what was brilliant, but to discover what was useful and true; and possessed, perhaps, the most common-sense mind the world has ever produced. He says, "I have taken all knowledge to be my province." Instead of indulging visions of what men might obtain by the sublimations of a false philosophy, he considered them in their true nature, and endeavoured to promote their usefulness, and con- sequent happiness. Hume says he was, A man uni- versally admired for the greatness of his genius, and 8 82 LORD BACON. beloved for the courteousness and humanity of his behaviour—the great ornament of his age and nation. The Essays of Bacon are the portion of his writings best known to the popular mind. They discuss sub- jects relating to the interests, and adapted to the com- prehension of the multitude; and, if he had written nothing else, they would have made his name immortal. Dugald Stewart calls them, "The best known and the most popular of all his works, where the superiority of his genius appears to the greatest advantage; the novelty and depth of his reflections often receiving a strong relief from the triteness of the subject. The volume may be read in a few hours; and yet, after the twen- tieth perusal, one seldom fails to remark in it something overlooked before. This, indeed, is a characteristic of all Bacon's writings; and is only to be accounted for by the inexhaustible aliment they furnish to our own thoughts, and the sympathetic activity they impart to our torpid faculties." But, it is by his more strictly philosophical writings that he has erected an imperish- able monument to his name. He is not the inventor of the Inductive Method, by which we are taught that observation and experiment are the only true guides to the formation of just theories. Reasoning by induc- tion has been performed by men ever since their crea- tion; and the method had been analyzed, and its history written, long before his time. But, in his great work, he explained the uses of the inductive process; and thus called attention to its employment, by which a direction was given to the human mind which has re- mained for ages. LORD BACON. 83 Shakspeare and Galileo were contemporaries of Bacon; and their names will alike descend, with reverence, to the most distant ages of civilized man. Bacon has claims, beyond the other two, to the beauti- ful eulogy bestowed on the "High Priest of the Stars." "The noblest eye," says father Castelli, speaking of the blindness of Galileo, "The noblest eye which nature ever made, is darkened; an eye so privileged, and gifted with such rare powers, that it may be truly said to have seen more than the eyes of all that are gone; and to have opened the eyes of all that are to come." Bacon said of himself, "For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and to the next age." Thus, with a proud consciousness of his genius, he, who called himself "the servant of posterity," appealed to future ages for the just appreciation of his works; and posterity has nobly repaid the confidence, by placing him in the constellation composed of two ancient, and seven modern names. An English poet has placed Bacon on an emi nence, like that which the Jewish Lawgiver occu- pied on the mountain of Nebo. From that position, the Prophet looked back to the wilderness in which, during forty years, be had wandered with his people; and surveyed before him the land of pro- mise, flowing with milk and honey. So, from the proud elevation which he had attained, we may suppose the Philosopher to have looked back on the intellectual wilderness of two thousand years. It might be deemed an extravagant supposition, that he 84 LORD BACON. comprehended the true nature of the glorious land of promise which lay before him—to which men would be guided by the light of his genius. But we find, in his writings, these remarkable sentences: "I have held up a light in the obscurity of philosophy, which will be seen centuries after I am dead. It will be seen amidst the erection of temples, tombs, palaces, theatres, bridges; making noble roads, cutting canals, granting multitudes of charters, the foundation of colleges and lectures for learning, and the education of youth; the foundations and institutions of orders and fraternities for enterprise and obedience; but, above all, the estab- lishing good laws for the regulation of the kingdom, and as an example to the world." If he could now re-appear upon earth, he would witness the fulfilment of these predictions. The influence of the Inductive Philosophy has led to the discovery of machinery in the various mechanic arts. Two hundred and fifty years ago, he held up a light in the obscurity of philosophy; and we may almost believe that, when he predicted it would be seen amidst the "making noble roads, and cutting canals," he foresaw that continents would be intersected by Rail Roads; and that steam would propel mighty ships over every sea, independent of the tides and winds, by the action of which the commerce and intercourse of nations was then main- tained. Did not Cowley justly compare Bacon to Moses standing on Mount Pisgah? He has claims to the character bestowed on him by the bard of Twick- enham, The wisest, brightest of mankind. WOMAN AS A MISSIONARY The American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions having sent out, from Boston, missionaries to Siani—a part of the mission consisting of the wives of the clergymen—a New York paper published a list of the missionaries, and commented on the cruelty of taking delicate women to die with pestilential diseases in barbarous lands, and find a grave in the sands of the desert. The writer assumes that the sole use of the wife is as a "special comfort" to the missionary; and then indulges in severe remarks against the selfishness ©f those who feel it a duty to preach the mild and be- nevolent principles of Christianity to heathen nations. The assumption of the writer—that woman, as a missionary, acts only a negative part—is not true. If true, it would not prove that her self-sacrifice was use- less. Suppose a missionary lives longer, and labours more energetically and efficiently, by having kind woman to commune with him when fatigued with arduous toil, or discouraged by opposition; to solace and relieve him when burning with fever, or tortured with pain? Is not the increased amount of good ef- fected, instrumentally, her work? Had Henry Martyn heen thus attended, he might not have closed his career 8* % WOMAN AS A MISSIONARY so soon as he did, wiien he sat under a tree in an orchard at Tocat, and "thought of God" and died. And, surely, no one will say that a Christian woman had lived in vain, had she been the instrument of pro- longing the continuance, above the horizon, of that glorious missionary star, whose reflected light still shines on the idolatrous plains of Asia. When the Author of missions sent out his Apostles, he did not require them to go alone. He well knew what human nature demanded—the advantages of companionship— and sent them by two and two. What wras essential to an Apostle then, is no less essential to a missionary now. But the position of woman at missionary stations is far from being negative. Education is the handmaid to religion. The adult heathen is too strongly wedded to the customs and institutions of his fathers, to be easily won to the faith and practice of the Christian. His caste must be abandoned; his licentious indul- gences restrained; all the associations of his former life severed. In a word, he must be changed from that inveterate corruption of the Gentile world, so forcibly described by Paul in the first chapter of Romans. If the children can be collected into schools, they may receive the light of civilization, and be taught the doc- trines of the Bible. Is not the mother, in civilized lands, more successful in teaching the child, than the father? And the mild, and forbearing, and gentle, and loving nature of woman, gives her the best qualifica- tions for instilling into the minds of heathen children, the principles of that religion whose essence is love. WOMAN AS A MISSIONARY. 87 The practice of the Apostles cannot be adduced as an example for the modern missionaiy. The circum- stances of the world are essentially different. Then, all was pagan, except the Jewish community—at that time more hostile than the heathen nations to the newr system: and the Apostles were driven from city to city, reviled, persecuted, stoned: evincing the sincerity of their belief in the doctrines they taught, amidst the fagot and the flame. But now, Christian nations send missionaries to stations among the heathen, with the expectation that they will pass their lives amidst the terror of the climate they have braved, and lay their bones beneath the sands of the sultry deserts. Under such circumstances—having a settled home—why should they be forbidden to indulge the tender charities of husband and father? The writer of the article says he is tired of reading accounts of the death of our country-women in Asia and Africa. But is he tired of reading accounts of pagan rites and superstitions—of infanticide—of the immolation of widows on the funeral pyre of husbands —of the deplorable degradation into which heathen lands are irredeemably plunged, unless they are raised by the arm of Christian benevolence? If woman's nature be so gentle, and her frame so delicate, that she must not be allowed to endure privation and suffering in attempts to enlighten the benighted, she was not the proper subject, in the early days of Christianity, to die a martyr's death, in order to witness a martyr's faith: and this writer would have had her to deny her risen Lord, that she might escape the torturing rack and the 88 WOMAN AS A MISSIONARY. consuming flame. Read the history of the ten perse- cutions, and you will find woman "mighty to suffer"— the gentleness and delicacy of her nature being sup- ported by the principle within her: thus giving a glori- ous illustration of the sincerity of the faith by which she lived, and for which she died. I shall never forget a remark made by the venerable Dr. Green to his class at Princeton: "You may never be called to die at the stake: but, unless you have the spirit of a martyr, you are no Christian." Had not woman been enabled to die, sooner than renounce her faith, much of the glori- ous light of martyrdom had never shined: much of the blood that has watered trie tree, the leaves of wiiich are for the healing of the nations, had never flowed. Who is so much indebted to Christianity as woman? It found her, not the companion of man, but his slave. The so much boasted philosophy of the ancient world did not essentially improve her condition. And, up to this hour, whether you trace her history amidst the darkness and superstitions of India—in the islands of the sea—with the Osmanlee—among the red men of the forest, or the African tribes, you find her debased below the men of her country. But the light of Chris- tianity arose upon the nations, and her condition was changed. And, as if to show the connexion between the position of woman, and the existing state of Chris- tianity, the same enthusiastic age which sent the Cru- sader to prove the sincerity of his faith by attempts to rescue the Holy Sepulchre from the possession of the Infidel, saw the knight throw down his glove, and assert the superiority of his "Ladye-faire" amidst the WOMAN AS A MISSIONARY. 89 splendid pageantries of the tournament. With Chris- tian man, woman is not the slave of his passions, but the mother of his children—the sharer of his sorrows and his joys—his fellow-traveller to the same happy and eternal home. And shall she be prevented from labouring for the extension of that system which has done so much for her? On the introduction of evil into the world, "woman being deceived, was in the transgression." Let her then be allowed to aid in spreading that light which alone can scatter the dark- ness herself has caused. When the Saviour hung upon the cross, woman did not forsake him in that hour of agony and death. On the morning of the third day, when it was yet dark, she hastened to the sepulchre, and complained they had taken away her Lord, and she did not know where they had laid him. The disciples came, and departed; but woman remained, and stood without the sepulchre, weeping. When asked by the two angels why she wept, she reiterated the complaint, "They have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid him." When interrogated again, "Why weepest thou?" she replied, "If thou hast borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away." The sincerity, and the urgency of her sorrow were re- warded by receiving, from the Master himself, the an- nunciation that he had arisen. And such will always be the character of woman, "Last at his cross, and earliest at his grave." CHEVELEY; OR, THE MAN OF HONOUR. Lady Bulwer has succeeded in producing a work of some literary pretension, and of most abominable. morality. I am not aware that she has ever before ap- peared as an authoress. If she have not written, she has thought; and that is the best preparation for writing. Many of the characters are Well drawn: and, as she has evidently designed to give a picture of the self- styled lords of creation as little favourable as possible, she has succeeded in that of Lord de Clifford. Many passages might be quoted which would do credit to Bulwer himself: indeed, they sometimes remind the reader of the author of Eugene Aram. I will select one or two: "There are feelings on the mysterious altars of the human heart, so subtle, so holy, so impalpably delicate, that the realities which rivet, destroy them, like the fairy hues on some rare flowers; too beautiful to last, they perish at the touch." "Beautiful Naples! whose sapphire waves flow on in music, and whose flower-heathed air laughs out in sunshine, as if primeval Eden's youth still lingered on thy shores, mocking at sin and time! Beautiful Naples! Venus of cities rising from the sea—begirt with beauty 92 CHEVELEY. like a zone, and diademed with palaces! Shall I ever again behold you? No—never at least as I beheld you once; for, to the winter of the heart, no second spring succeeds." "Memory is the conscience of love; and from the moment we leave what we love, its murmurs allow us no peace." It would not be difficult to select other passages. Criticism does not consist, alone, in finding faults to condemn. Its more delightful and legitimate task is to unfold beauties to admire: and a true critic will rather desire to dwell on excellencies, than imperfec- tions. I regret that this last part has been performed ;n wiiat has been already said. Any further remarks must be those of unqualified condemnation. It is lamentable that genius is so often prostituted to corrupt the taste and morals of society. This is too frequently the fact with the writers of novels: perhaps more so in the days of Fielding and Smollett, than in our own. Public opinion must correct the evil. Whether there will be more, or fewer novels written when that correction takes place, might admit of dis- cussion. The friends of theatres have sometimes said that plays, as moral as sermons, might be written. True: but when only such plays are acted, theatres will be deserted. Sermons can be heard elsewhere, and in more appropriate places. I shall not enter upon an extended examination of Cheveley: nor instance the examples of bad taste which its pages would furnish. On the work, as a whole, I will remark, that it affords conclusive proof, CHEVELEY. 93 that Bulwer must have had strong inducements to separate from a woman who could entertain, and pub- lish to the world, such sentiments. It is probable the keenness of invective, the distortion of portraiture in this work, arose from wrongs she supposed she had suffered. But I presume Bulwer is not so wretched a character as Lord de Clifford; nor Lady Bulwer quite so good as she paints Lady Julia. Julia was young and possessed of great personal attractions, but poor. Lord de Clifford meets with her, and, attracted by her charms, proposes; and she is per- suaded to marry him. As is always the case with marriages, without any congeniality of character, or true love on either side, she soon loses all attraction for him. She endeavours, by kindness and gentleness, to win him back, and retain him. Having failed in this, she meets with Mowbray—afterwards Cheveley—the very man to excite every dormant passion of her ardent nature. After various struggles with a sense of pro- priety, and every better feeling, a mutual disclosure takes place. The opportune occurrence of Lord de Clifford's death makes her Lady Cheveley. The doctrine of Cheveley is, if a woman marry a man who is unkind to her, and who does not recipro- cate those blandishments which she knows so well how to lavish, she is free to bestow her heart upon another. And the man is styled, emphatically, "The Man of Honour," who wins, and retains the affections of a married woman. I should not be so much sur- prised to find this view inculcated by one of our sex: but, that a woman should teach such enonnity " 'tis 9 94 CHEVELEY. passing strange, 'tis wondrous pitiful." Lady Bulwer may argue, as she appears to do in the second volume, that no more restraint should be placed, by public opinion, upon the morality of women, than upon that of men. The prevalence of that doctrine would be damning to her sex. Contrariety of temper, and un- kindness, have been urged as good and sufficient reasons for divorce; but never can, without the interposition of law, release woman from the vows of her virgin heart. What is the value of the casket after the jewel has been stolen? A woman cannot be required to love a husband whose conduct towards her is brutal. "Nothing on com- pulsion"—especially love. Yet she can banish from her presence the man who is stealing from her those affections which, if she cannot bestow them upon her husband, she ought to bury, while he lives, deep in her own bosom. When she married, she "staked her life upon a cast:" having consented to that, she must "stand the hazard of the die." Who has not admired the beautiful stanzas of Goldsmith, commencing with, When lovely woman stoops to folly, in the Vicar of Wakefield? If the marriage of a woman prove unfor- tunate, and the laws do not afford her relief, all that is left for her "is to die." The lines in Addison's Cato may, with peculiar force, be applied to a mar- ried woman: "When love once pleads admission to her heart, The woman that deliberates, is lost." When Cleopatra wished to die, she applied an asp to her arm, that the infusion of its poison might ac- complish the object. But a serpent far more deadly CHEVELEY. 95 than that—as deadly as the one which whispered in the ear of Eve amidst the bowers of Eden—instils its poison into the very heart of a married woman, who does not, cannot "love her lord," when she listens to the impassioned tale of unhallowed love. That lost Eve the happiness of Paradise. This wrests from woman—like the glorious works of art, lovely even when in ruins—not only the joys of earth, but the hopes of heaven. THE DYING HOUR. A Philadelphia paper gives a sketch of an Address delivered by a distinguished Citizen on, "The Ruling Passion," in which he uses the following language: "The happiest thought in the last hours of the dying mother, is the hope that she will meet her offspring hereafter: heaven would hardly be heaven to her with- out that meeting." No man can be more deeply im- pressed, than I am, with profound admiration of the deep devotedness of a mother's love. The same Great Creator wiio teaches a hen to gather her chickens under her wings, lias implanted the love of offspring as the pure, irresistible, unselfish passion of a mother's nature. Matilda, Queen of William the Conqueror, used the following remarkable words: "If my son Robert were dead, and hidden far from the sight of the living, seven feet deep in the earth, and the price of my blood could restore him to life, I would cheer- full v bid it flow." The distinguished lecturer and myself cannot differ in opinion, as to the all-absorbing- character of a mother's love. But I object to his esti- mate of the happiest thought in the last hours of a dying mother: and to the opinion, that heaven would hardly be heaven, without meeting the child there. 9* 98 THE DYING HOUR. A dying Christian mother has thoughts far more important to occupy her mind, than the future meeting with her children. Anticipations of such a meeting are appropriate, and would, no doubt, be indulged in that solemn hour. But thoughts, far more important than these, would now engage her attention. She would look back to her condition by nature, and be lost in contemplation of the richness of the grace which saved her from the condemnation to which she was exposed. Her mind would be employed in the review of her life—the turpitude of which was only surpassed by the mercy which condescended to visit her wiio was so undeserving. And now, in her departing hour, she would experience a joy which no earthly relations or possessions could bestow; while, filled with the present Deity, she anticipated the bless- edness of that heaven on which she was about to enter. When Dr. Payson was asked if, in his antici- pations of heaven, he thought of meeting friends, he replied; "If I meet Christ, it is no matter whether I see others or not." I cannot better express my views of the thoughts that would occupy the mind of a dying Christian, than by quoting some of the last re- marks of Brainerd. A few days before he died, and with an entire certainty of the nearness of his depar- ture, he exclaimed: "My heaven is to please God, and glorify him, and to give all to him, and to be wholly devoted to his glory: that is the heaven I long for; that is my religion, and that is my happiness, and always was ever since I suppose I had any true religion; and all those who are of that religion shall meet me in THE DYING HOUR. 99 heaven. It is impossible for any rational creature to be happy without acting all for God: God himself could not make him happy in any other wray. I long to be in heaven praising and glorifying God with the holy angels; all my desire is to glorify God. My soul breathes after God. When shall I come to God, even to God my exceeding joy? Oh! for his blessed like- ness! I am almost in eternity; I long to be there. My work is done; I have done with all my friends; all the world is nothing to me: I long to be in heaven, praising and glorifying God, with all the holy angels. All my desire is to glorify God." If such be a correct view of the thoughts that fill the mind of the dying Christian, is it true to say, in the language of the lecturer, that the happiest thought in the last hours of the dying mother, is the hope that she will meet her offspring hereafter? I am aware that the Prophet asks, "Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb?" But in that dread hour, the duties of the mother have expired, and the subject is about to stand in the presence of her Judge. The other part of the sentence of the distinguished lecturer, is still more objectionable; "Heaven would hardly be heaven to her without that meeting." Is it not strange that, with the Bible in our hands, our no- tions of what constitutes the happiness of heaven, should be so vague and unscriptural? I shall not here discuss the question, Shall we recognise our friends in another world? The solution of that question has no important bearing on the point, in the discus- 100 THE DYING HOUR. sion of which we are now engaged. I believe the re- lations of father, mother, child, with all their attend- ant affections, were designed for man in his social state. I will not say they all expire when the social state is dissolved by death; but I deny that they constitute a ma- terial part—I had almost said any part—of the happi- ness of heaven. Is not the love of offspring strongly implanted in the brute creation? But, as soon as the necessity for support and protection has passed, the pa- rent and the offspring mix together in the same herds and flocks, without the slightest recognition. But, I repeat, I do not deny that we shall know our friends in the other world. The belief in that opinion is com- forting to our nature. Even if the opinion be not true, to disprove it could answer no good purpose. But will any man, with the Bible in his hand, and the experience of a Christian in his heart, deliberately say, "Heaven would hardly be heaven to a mother, unless she meet her offspring there?" What makes heaven, even on earth, to a Christian? Is it com- munion with friends? It is communion with God. He retires from the observation and presence of man; he calls off his thoughts from all earthly objects, even his dearest friends; he looks up to the great I Am, and asks that the Holy Spirit may come and touch his heart; he looks upon the Saviour on the cross, and with bowed head, and broken heart, and flowing tears, he prays, "God be merciful to me a sinner." And then the Spirit comes, and he is filled with a joy which no language can describe—no mind, without experience, can conceive. "Or ever I was aware, my THE DYING HOUR. 101 soul made me like the chariots of Amminadab." What makes the joy of the Christian "in the day of his espousals, and in the day of the gladness of his heart"? It has no connexion with the presence or existence of friends; but it is the first-born emotion of the soul which gives a foretaste of heaven. If the happiness of heaven consist in meeting with children there, in what does it consist with a Christian woman wrho is not a mother? Are there two heavens? Are there two distinct sources of happiness in the same heaven? God is the Sun of that system, and the shining of his countenance constitutes, alike, the happiness of all. Even in this world, a high degree of religious enjoyment produces almost an in- sensibility to impressions from surrounding objects. It may be objected that when the Saviour hung upon the cross in the agonies of death, he exclaimed, "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me!" But this desertion, in that hour of agony and blood, was a part of the accomplishment of his mission. I believe that many a holy martyr has been measurably unconscious of the torture of the rack, the tearing of the pincers, or the burning of the fagot, when his soul has been filled by the presence of Him who walked in the midst of the burning, fiery furnace, and whose "form was like the Son of God." How then can the happiness of a glorified spirit depend on the presence of any of the relations of this world? Father, mother, child, are classifications here; but, holy and unholy, are the classifications beyond the grave. I admit that the Christian parent, in his hours of deepest devotion, 10-2 THE DYING HOUR. has an ardent desire for the conversion of his child. I would not eradicate all human emotions from human bosoms. I admire the conduct of David, who fasted, and wept, and prayed while his child lived; but, when told he was dead, he submitted to the will of heaven, and arose, and wTashed, and ate; and when asked the reason of his conduct, he replied, "Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me." I would allow free action to all the affections which, in the social state, adorn our character; but let it not be said, that heaven would hardly be a place of happiness to a mother without her child. What is Paul's description of heaven? "But ye are come unto Mount Sion, and unto the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to an innumerable com- pany of angels: To the General Assembly and Church of the first-born which are written in heaven, and to God the Judge of all, and to the spirits of just men made perfect, and to Jesus the Mediator of the New- Covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling that speaketh better things than the blood of Abel." David had the feelings of a father when he ex- claimed in agony, "O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absa- lom, my son, my son!" He had the emotions of a friend when he said, "I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: veiy pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful; passing the love of women!" As a king and father, he wept for Absa- lom in the tents of Israel; as a friend, he mourned for Jonathan on the mountains of Gilboa. But will THE DYING HOUR. 103 any one say, that their presence in heaven was neces- sary to the happiness of the sweet singer of Israel? Let himself answer the question: "As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness." PHILIP SYNG PHYSICK. With the exception of Dr. Rush, no medical man of this country has died, whose departure produced such deep sensation as that of the late Dr. Physick. Occupying, during a long succession of years, a pre- eminent position in the most celebrated medical school of the country; regarded as the father of American Surgery, and scarcely less distinguished as a physician, his character, his talents, and his fame, became the pro- perty of the profession and of the nation. Students from all parts of the countiy sought the University which he adorned; and the victims of the various dis- eases which belong to our race, when other hopes had failed, turned their steps to the abode of this distin- guished man, with a devotion almost approaching that which directs the Osmanlee to the tomb of the Prophet. Dr. Physick passed four years in Europe, engaged in the completion of his medical education, and w^as a favourite pupil of the celebrated Hunter; the ines- timable benefits of the association to the pupil being repaid by the honour he conferred on the master. He returned to this country in 1792, settled in Philadelphia, and took a distinguished part in the treatment of the yellow fever which, in the following year, devastated 10 106 P. S. PHYSICK. that city. Enthusiastic devotion to his profession, with favourable opportunities for the exercise of his talents, gave him the character which, in 1805, elevated him to the chair of Surgery in the University of Pennsyl- vania. It is not necessary for me to say with what ability he discharged the duties of that situation. When the writer of this sketch pursued his medical studies in Philadelphia, Dr. Physick had been trans- ferred from the chair of Surgery to that of Anatomy. It was unfortunate for him that, with the infirmities of advancing life, such a transfer should have been made. He was most passionately devoted to surgery, and all the enthusiasm of his character must have been dis- played when lecturing on that subject. He had not been accustomed to the dry and minute details of anatomy. The contrast in his manner, on the two subjects, was vividly presented to those who attended his courses when Professor of Anatomy. At the close of a lecture he often expressed his views on the sur- gical diseases of the parts in the demonstration of which he had been engaged, and then he was eloquent. The kindling of the eye, and the fixedness of the features shewed he was treating a subject which called forth his powers. No part of his lectures made half the im- pression on his class as these incidental remarks on surgery. Several years before his death he was made Emeri- tus Professor of Anatomy and Surgery, having retired from the active duties of his chair and profession, and not attending to patients, except at his office. He closed his brilliant surgical operations by the removal P. S. PHYSICK. 107 of a cataract: an appropriate termination of the pro- fessional career of one who had contributed so much to enlighten the world, when he relieved him who was suffering the privation so feelingly described, because personally felt, by the great master of English Epic, as, "Wisdom at one entrance quite shut out." Had he died at the zenith of his fame and usefulness, the impression produced by his exit would have been in- creased. The associations connected with the fall of die vigorous and wide-spreading oak—the pride of the forest—differ from those which arise, when the fury of the tempest prostrates the sapless trunk with its with- ered branches. Dr. Physick had a mind peculiarly adapted to the successful prosecution of his profession. Other medi- cal men have attained great eminence and popularity by having vivid imagination, forcible elocution, and other captivating powers, combined with solid profes- sional attainments. But, when they stand by the bed- side, and engage in the investigation of the hidden causes of dfsease, these qualities of the mind often be- come the "ignes fatui" by which they are led astray. He had no imagination—no various learning. I do not recollect, during the three winters I attended his lectures, ever to have heard him illustrate the subject he was teaching by drawing on other branches of science. He did not attempt oratorical display. A perfect master of the point he wished to impress, he used the fewest words; and his style, in an eminent degree, was simple, chaste, and clear. His mind was patient of labour; accurate in investigation. He made 108 P. S. PHYSICK. his profession the object of his intellectual love. Like the traveller having a long journey before him which he is resolved to accomplish, he did not turn aside to wander over beautiful parterres, and pluck sweet flowers. His mode of reasoning, in his inquiries after truth, was that of the Inductive Philosophy of Bacon: a philosophy wiiich teaches, as a great principle, that, in all the investigations of nature, the only true guides to j ust theory are experiment and observation. That is the only true mode: the one to which we owe the gigantic strides science and the arts have made since 1560—a year illustrated by the birth of that Prince of Philosophers. They who have had the privilege of standing by Dr. Physick, when investigating the disease of his patient, must have been forcibly impressed by his method. He did not permit him to give a long and unsatisfactory description of his case, but asked him questions. He pressed him on points where he supposed the truth was to be found. His mind was eminently practical. He did not aim at the support of pre-conceived theories: he sought after facts. I have said he had no imagination; but I have not said he had no enthusiasm. He had genius, and, of necessity, enthusiasm. What is genius* but susceptibility of emotion? *The following is a fine description of the difference between genius and talent: "A man may possess talent without possessing a spark of genius. Talent is the power of exertion and acquisi- tion; and of applying acquisition in a judicious and effective man- ner. Talent is cool-headed; genius is hot-headed: talent may be cold-hearted; genius can never be other than warm-hearted: talent is generally prudent; genius is often imprudent: talent moves steadily P. S. PHYSICK. 109 I have observed that the mind of Dr. Physick was practical: and this was the true source of his great eminence; the reason why the value of the contribu- tions he has made to medical science has not been de- stroyed by time. In this intellectual endowment he formed a striking contrast with the most popular medi- cal teacher this country has ever produced. Dr. Rush had a bold, energetic mind; was full of enthusiasm; confident of his great powers; and possessed, in a re- markable degree, the ability to inspire his pupils with a conviction of the truth of his doctrines; with a propa- gandist spirit which disseminated them through all parts of the country. But he was a man of theories, and exerted all his powers for their support. A quarter of a centuiy has elapsed since his death; yet, long before the close of that brief period, his doctrines had ceased to have any influence with the profession. His fame remains, and will long remain, as a brilliant example of the control a man of genius exercises over all minds that come within his influence. He displayed the same order of genius that enables the warrior to inspire his soldiers with the assurance of victory; or the states- man to impart his own convictions to admiring senates. Dr. Physick was remarkable for simplicity of char- acter. He displayed no arrogance—no self-conceit on and regularly forward; genius springs on impetuously, and lags in- dolently, by turns. The feeling of talent is judgment; the judgment of genius is feeling. Genius is proud and confident; talent is humble and unpretending. The mind in which both are united, makes the nearest approach to perfection; since the coolness of talent corrects the impetuosity of genius, and the conceptions of genius dignify the operations of talent." 10* no P. S. PHYSICK. account of his acknowledged pre-eminence—no con- tempt for those beneath him. True greatness is ahvays united with simplicity.* Wealth, honour, station, at- tainment, genius, do not affect the bearing of that man who is truly great and noble. He has feelings of warm affection for all his race; and is humbled, rather than exalted, when he considers how many blessings heaven has bestowed on one who is so unworthy. The posses- sion of knowledge does not inflate the truly great man with high opinions of himself. It serves to shew him he is standing on the shore of a boundless ocean, on whose bosom he may sail, but the extent of which he can never explore. A very natural transition from the contemplation of this simple nobility of his character, is to consider him as a believer in divine Revelation. His integrity and morality were always remarkable; but, it was towards the close of his life, that his inquiries on the subject of the future condition of man became more apparent and . urgent. The fervor of youth and the ardent pursuit of ambitious prospects may long divert man from the consideration of his other home; but, when the passions *A distinguished writer, speaking of Lord Chatham, says, "He was an almost solitary instance of a man of real genius, and of a brave, lofty, and commanding spirit, without simplicity of char- acter." But, the testimony of the same writer—who, in another place, describes him as, "A man whose errors arose, not from a sordid desire of gain, but from a fierce thirst for power, for glory, and for vengeance"—proves that he was deficient in true nobility of character. With a slight variation, we may employ Lord Chatham's words, and say, Vengeance is a plant of slow growth in a truly noble heart. P. S. PHYSICK. Ill of his nature begin to expire; when the possession of wealth and honour has failed to confer happiness; when incipient decay admonishes man that the beau- ful temple in which his spirit dwells is tending to dis- solution, it is then "the divinity that stirs within him," prompts him to inquire into his capabilities and his destiny. What consolation can man enjoy amidst changes and sorrows and decays, unless he believe "there is one broad sky over all the world; and, wiiether it be blue or cloudy, the same heaven is beyond it." It has been said that the pursuit of medical science has an irreligious tendency: the habit of tracing the connexion of parts in producing results, leading to a forgetfulness of the Great First Cause. The charge cannot be true. It is contrary to all the established laws which control the human mind, in deriving con- clusions from testimony. In all ages of the world, nations have been taught the existence of a God by the contemplation of his works. I do not say they have been taught the existence of the God; possessed of the attributes of the God of the Bible. Such is not the fact. But, although the divinity they worship be made of wood or stone, it confirms the argument. The profession furnishes many illustrious names, be- sides Boerhaave and Physick, in refutation of the charge. The personal appearance of Dr. Physick was very imposing. I have known men more majestic in bear- ing, more commanding in figure: who trod upon the earth with a step more firm and proud, as if they felt they were born to control its destinies. But that clas- 112 P. S. PHYSICK. sically formed head and face; that eye which reposed in calm, almost melancholy expression, unless when lighted up with intellectual fire; those lips which seldom smiled; but, when they did, were surpassed in expres- sion only by the smile of woman! Who does not wish some Praxiteles had lived in his day, that he might have chiselled those features in Parian marble, and thus convey them down to all coming time? Often, when I have called to recollection the noble features of this great man, I have thought of the eulogy pro- nounced on the Baron Cuvier by his wife—the noblest eulogy ever pronounced by a wife on the character of her husband. When, after his death, his portrait was presented to her, and she was asked if it resembled him, "It is he," she exclaimed, "It is he; it is his noble, pure, and elevated mind; often melancholy; always benevolent and calm, like real goodness. It is the great man passing over this earth, and knowing that there is something beyond." THE DEAF ELDER, The "Christain World" contains an article, by the Rev. T. B. Balch, on the Presbyterian Churches in the lowrer part of the Eastern Shore of Maryland, viz: Rehoboth, Pitt's Creek, and Snow Hill—the oldest Churches, of the Presbyterian connexion, in the United States. They were founded by McKemie at the beginning of the eighteenth centuiy. Sketches of several eminent Christian characters, who adorned these Churches during the period the waiter ministered to them, are drawn in these Reminiscenses: among them, that of the Deaf Elder of the Rehoboth Church, in Somerset county. The following is part of that sketch: "My memory has been occupied more than once about the Deaf Elder, who came to Westover, and gave me there the right hand of welcome. My first impres- sions of him were not prepossessing. No person was ever pleased, at a first interview, with Dr. Johnson; and yet his house was always filled with the children of misfortune. What a tender heart the great moralist must have had, to have taken to his house the blind, the crippled, and forlorn.* So with our Elder. His The part of the character of Dr. Johnson, to which Mi. B. here 114 THE DEAF ELDER. difficulty of hearing was a sad trial. To him the loud thunder of the Alps would have been little more than the murmur of the Hybleean bee. But this affliction he bore with exemplary patience. "He magnified his office as an Elder. He remind- ed me of a Scottish nobleman, to whom some person had enumerated all the honours he had ever received. 'But,' replied the nobleman, 'you have forgotten the best of all, and that is my being a Parish Elder.' Our Elder had all the qualities for a valuable officer of the Church. He was popular, influential, and generous. His purse, his house, his conveyances, were all at the service of ministers. He was a man of moral courage, united with acute sensibility. Had he been living at the time of the crucifixion, instead of the period when his existence w7as conferred, he would have urged his way to the summit of Calvary, and have bathed the feet of his Saviour in tears. He would have been awed, but not stricken into servile consternation, at the meridian twilight that shaded the mountain: would have bent his ear, and lifted his trumpet to catch the dying words of the Son of God. He wrould have stood, unmoved, at the rending of the rocks. He wTould have begged the body—prepared the spices— and watched the sepulchre. ***** refers, is described in the following extract: "For severe distress he had sympathy; and not only sympathy, but munificent relief. He would carry home, on his shoulders, a sick and starving girl from the streets. He turned his house into a place of refuge for a crowd of wretched old creatures who could find no other asylum: nor could all their peevishness and ingratitude weary out his benevolence." This is a fine view of the character of the great English moralist. THE DEAF ELDER. 115 "His dwelling was a kind of moral nucleus to the neighbourhood. Thither the poor sent for bread, the sick for medicine, the dying for consolation, and the perplexed for counsel. It was a caravansery where the weary and benighted were wont to call; it was kept by a good Samaritan, and there was nothing to pay. It was more. It was a spiritual light-house to which they looked who were about to be wrecked by misfor- tune, or were already plunged into a sea of affliction: where penitents heard of an Ark; where prodigals were pointed to rings for their fingers, to sandals for their feet, and to choirs of angels who rejoice over returning sinners. "He had lowiy views of himself, but exalted appre- hensions of the Saviour. This last was the theme on which he loved to expatiate. In seed time and har- vest, Summer and Winter, when he moved by day or watched by night, he was equally alive to the glory of Redemption. "The writer could not help admiring the punctuality with which the Deaf Elder attended Church. No weather prevented. He w^ould enter the sanctuary, dripping with rain, and would ride over snow-drifts with his ear-trumpet dangling at his side. When the weather was mild, and the air was balmy, and all Na- ture was breathing forth through the channel of a thou- sand voices, he would ride leisurely along, and study the picture with the love of a Christian. As a hearer of the Word he is worthy of special mention. He generally sat in the pulpit. This was a privilege con- ceded to him, on account of his deafness, in all the 116 THE DEAF ELDER. neighbouring Churches, and by ministers of the various denominations. In the pulpit he would thrust his ear-trumpet as far forward as modesty would allow. Sometimes the preacher would purposely incline to him; and his countenance was an unening index of the extent to which he heard. On communion occa- sions he would pass down the table to distribute the elements, and then promptly return to the side of the preacher. With this good man the writer maintained years of familiar intercourse. Many were the rides we took in company; and the woods through which we passed were gilded by his words. ***** "One day I reached his dwelling, and my surprise was considerable that he did not come out and bid me welcome. I went into the house, and found the Elder lying in his bed. Not a feature was ruffled. A sign was made to him to take his ear-trumpet. When he had done so, I said, 'Are you much indisposed?' He replied, 'All the days of the years of my pilgrimage are threescore years, and my hour has come.' 'But,' answered I, 'do not forget the words of the Idumean Patriarch, All the days of my appointed time will I wait, until my change come.' 'For that change,' said he, 'I now wait.' 'On what,' I asked, 'do you depend for acceptance?' 'Not,' he replied, 'on the dust and ashes of my own obedience, but on One who is a Rock that will hold every insect that lights upon Him.' "Our conversation was protracted. Its detail would be needless, as it was but a repetition of truths that have stood the test of time, and in which all Christians THE DEAF ELDER. 117 agree. He lingered but a short time longer on this side the Jordan: and here we pause; for 'In vain my fancy strives to paint The moment after death.'----" The Editor of the Presbyterian, in the early part of his professional labours, passed some months in that section of the State; and, I have no doubt, he can say, with the writer of the preceding sketch: "One of my best pleasures has been to cherish a remembrance of that part of the country; and more than once its scenery, its morning mists, its rites of redundant hospitality, its seats of opulence, and, especially, its stars of devotion, have passed before me in the panorama of the ima- gination." The Editor, I believe, was also well ac- quainted with the Deaf Elder—his noble and intel- lectual character—his generous hospitality—his kind and sympathising nature—his pure and deep devotion.* "These recollections are fresh in our memory. It was at the kind and earnest solicitation of the late Dr. James P. Wilson, that we visited the Eastern Shore of Maryland, and Virginia, soon after licensure to preach the Gospel. Inexperienced in the world, and the high calling of the ministry, we appeared amidst these stran- gers with fear and trembling; but we were soon reassured. The kindness of many friends encouraged us in our work; and among these we must ever prominently remember Captain DufHeld, of Snow Hill, and the Deaf Elder, at Rehoboth. The former was once a thoughtless sea captain, but was made a trophy of grace, and, as a private Christian and Ruling Elder, was an amiable example of humility and devotion. The Deaf Elder was a remarkable man: characterized by strong intellect, deep acquaintance with the Scrip- tures, and the most cheerful piety. It seemed to us that his pleasant and confident hopes of heavenly felicity were always betraying themselves in his smiling countenance. We remember our own fears in first preaching before one who was so well qualified to judge; 11 118 THE DEAF ELDER. He lived a life of comparative retirement, employed in the cultivation of his estate: but I never knew a man who was more universally respected and beloved. He had native genius that would have enabled him to fill high stations with honour and usefulness: but he was more a student of the Bible than of any other book. From a very intimate acquaintance with him, I can affirm that I never knew a finer specimen of what I conceive to be the true character of a Presbyterian Elder. When the Church was supplied with a Pastor, he was ever ready to aid—to advise—to execute. When the Church was vacant, he would cause as- semblies for social worship to be held within the parish. He would visit, converse, and pray with the sick; counsel the perplexed inquirer, and comfort the be- reaved. He was well read on theological subjects, practical and doctrinal: and, on such points, could maintain an argument with any of the clergymen of his day. He was a man of strong and impetuous pas- sions, beautifully subdued and chastened by the influ- ences of religion; and, in his intercourse with the world, he Was meek and gentle. Who that ever heard him lead in social or family prayer, can forget his subdued and earnest tones of supplication? And his soul ap- peared almost to depart in the chariot of Elijah, when, and we recall the kind and paternal encouragement which he gave us to go onward in our work. The memory of the just is blessed Editor of the Presbyterian.* ♦This Sketch was originally published in the Presbyterian. The memory of an eminently virtuous and pious man belongs to posterity: and the author, in preparing this article, was not restrained by the con- sideration that his subject was his Father's Brother. THE DEAF ELDER H9 with choked utterance and flowing tears, he asked for mercy, and longed for Heaven. It caused no sur- prise when, in 1825, Stephen Collins, the Deaf Elder of Rehoboth, died—full of years and full of honour— that he was followed to his grave by all classes, who mourned for him as for a Friend and a Father. JOHN SUMMERFIELD. Some men of genius are not appreciated in their own day and age. They pass their lives in the pro- duction of works which they leave behind them; and by which their names will be transmitted to the most distant generations. The intellectual, like the natural sun, appears the more brilliant after a temporary ob- scuration. Other men of genius appear with the greatest brilliancy to their contemporaries; and are in- debted to them for their reputation with posterity. Eloquence of a very high order, in connexion with youth and interesting personal appearance, takes cap- tive the judgment of the audience, and excites un- bounded admiration. But, when the discourses are published, they who never heard the orator, are at a loss to understand how the brilliant reputation was gained. It is one thing to behold the living being, with all the captivating graces of speech, and person, and feature, and motion; and a very different thing to see the same being, after inexorable death has removed the spirit which gave beauty and animation to the living body: "So mildly sweet, so deadly fair! We start, for soul is wanting there." 11* 122 JOHN SUMMERFIELD. Memorable examples of this truth exist in our ovui day. They have existed in all past, and will be found in all coming ages. When the curtain falls and closes the drama with men of this description, their friends would act wisely if they left their reputations to be preserved by tradition. Bacon was the most profound thinker, as well as the most accomplished orator of his age. But this union is rare; and, when the reputa- tion of a man is acquired by the captivating graces of eloquence, more than by vigour of thought, the publi- cation of his works will always diminish his fame. It has been beautifully said that, Every attempt to pre- sent on paper the splendid efforts of impassioned elo- quence, is like gathering up dew-drops, which appear jewels and pearls on the grass, but run to water in the hand; the essence and the elements remain; but the grace, the sparkle, and the form are gone. John Summerfield was born in 1798, in Lancashire, England. He received a very liberal education, and, at the age of twenty, became a preacher of the Me- thodist Episcopal Church. He commenced his minis- terial labours in Ireland, to which country his father had removed with his family. He acquired distin- guished popularity in Ireland: and, in 1820, he visited England, and preached with great acceptance. In 1821, he came to America; and, shortly after his ar- rival, he made a memorable speech at the fifth Anni- versary of the American Bible Society, in New York. This speech produced a great sensation, and added to the popular estimation in which he had been advancing during the few weeks he had preached in that city. It JOHN SUMMERFIELD. J23 also prepared the way for the enthusiastic reception which awaited him when he appeared in other sections of the country. A contemporary writer, speaking of one of his sermons, says, "The man realized the ethe- reality of his nature: then he felt, at least while the lucid rays of eloquence divine were emitted from the almost irradiated speaker, his high and holy calling. Powerful, indeed, was the effect produced by this memorable sermon. Long and deep was the respira- tion which the audience drew, when the speaker sat down amid the commingling scintillations of light which himself had kindled. From this time he was followed by applauding, delighted multitudes: neither did that voice cease to charm, nor that divinely illu- mined intellect fail to pour light into the understanding, and to carry conviction to the heart, until death closed those lips, and the soul, as in a chariot of fire, ascended to our God and his God." His popularity was great— beyond all precedent. All denominations crowded to hear him; when he was expected to preach, multitudes of all classes of citizens surrounded the Churches be- fore the doors were opened; and hundreds were ex- cluded, as the buildings could not contain them. He walked up the aisle, looking to neither side: his motion being neither slow nor rapid; but graceful, calm, meek, and saint-like. So great were the crowds, that Mr. Summerfield was repeatedly obliged to enter hy the windows. The celebrated Dr. Mason, of New York, when in the ripeness of intellectual vigour, visited London; and such was his popularity, that the crowTds compelled him to adopt the same mode to enable him to ascend the pulpit. 124 JOHN SUMMERFIELD. In 1822, Mr. Summerfield was brought to the lowest stage of bodily health by a violent liBemorrhage of the lungs; and, by the advice of his medical attendants, sailed for France at the close of that year, and passed several months in Marseilles and Paris. During this period, the Anniversary of the Protestant Bible Society of France was held in Paris; and he attended as the bearer of the official congratulations of the American Bible Society, of which he was a director. He pre- pared an address for this occasion, which was translated into French by the Duchess de Broglie—daughter of Madame de Stael—and was read to the Society by a friend, as the author stood by his side. This address, which is the best published production of Mr. Sum- merfield that I have read, was received with enthusi- astic applause; and, like the one delivered before the Bible. Society, in New York, caused him to be che- rished with distinguished honours. His health improved slightly during his residence in France; and he sailed for England, where he remained until March, 1824. During this period, he preached very seldom—causing his friends great anxiety as they witnessed his pale and emaciated appearance. After an absence of fifteen months he returned to America, with some improvement of health; and immediately commenced his ministerial labours; which were con- tinued in feebleness of body, but with great acceptance, until disease laid him low. He died, in New York, in June, 1825, in the twenty-eighth year of his age. A long procession, composed of various denominations, followed the corpse through densely crowded streets: JOHN SUMMERFIELD. 125 and wreeping friends deposited it in that mouldering sanctuary where, "Death, the mighty huntsman, earths us all." His last words were, Good night, as he kissed his sister when she retired to rest for a few hours. He reposed with the calmness of a good man who enjoys sweet sleep—at peace with the world, his conscience, and his God; and he realized the wish he expressed to a friend, three years before his death: "Perhaps it may be thought strange, but 1 have never desired that mine should be the triumphant end; singular to say, I have ever coveted the end of peace—peace—peace." How wronderful is it, says a fine writer, that the young and the innocent are also the early-called! Thousands there are of the old, the grey-haired, the withered, all bend- ing to the earth as if seeking for their graves to rest in; and upon none of these will the spoiler set his seal; none will he have, of what would seem his lawful prey. But the young, and the bright, and the beau- tiful are all his; and the warm heart that has not throbbed half its season, is the one that disease selects to train for the tomb. I never saw Mr. Summerfield, except in the pulpit; and his appearance there was interesting in the highest degree. No man ever more strongly impressed me with the thought, that he was a being who did not be- long to this world; but was sojourning for a short period, that he might direct the minds of men to a preparation for that untried state on which he was so soon to enter. His person was slightly*built: and the paleness of his face, with the general evidence of want of bodily vigour; his youthful features, and a countenance re- 126 JOHN SUMMERFIELD. markable for loveliness, calmness, and solemnity, gave to his appearance in the pulpit a high degree of fas- cination. I never heard a man who read poetry so well—with such entire freedom from all affectation. His addresses to the Almighty were, perhaps, the most remarkable of his pulpit performances. When clergy- men engage in such addresses, at public celebrations, it is common with the press to style them, "eloquent prayers;" using the same modes of expression that are applied to the orations which succeed them. If by eloquence, in that application, were meant that mys- terious power which comes from the heart of the speaker, and touches the hearts of the audience, the term would be without exception. But, when thus used, it means forcible thoughts, expressed in beautiful language, and well turned periods, without any refer- ence to the spirit of devotion. The prayers of Sum- merfield were eloquent because they were devout. They shewed he did not think of recommending him- self; but that he felt he was addressing a pure and holy Being, in whose presence he was unworthy to appear, but to whose mercy he must be indebted for pardon, and the hopes of heaven. They opened every heart to perceive the beauty of holiness; and caused the audience to exclaim with Jacob, Surely the Lord is in this place, and I knew it not. This is none other but the house of God; and this is the gate of heaven. He made confession of sin as if he felt he deserved con- demnation: he asked for mercy with the importunity of the Patriarch, who said, I will not let thee go, ex- cept thou bless me. I have heard Summerfield pray JOHN SUMMERFIELD. 127 with humility so unaffected, importunity so earnest, intercession so urgent, and adoration so profound, that I have almost expected he would, like Elijah, "go up by a whirlwind into heaven;" and I was prepared to exclaim, with Elisha, "The chariot of Israel, and the horsemen thereof." No written description could convey a proper con- ception of the sermons of Summerfield, when his intellect, and his spiritual emotions were highly ex- cited. Under such circumstances, they were superior to any I ever heard. His interesting personal appear- ance, with his sweetness and simplicity of manners, prepared the mind to receive the arguments, united with entreaties, by which he appealed to his hearers. in the tenderest tones of expostulation, Why will ye die? The language and gestures were exceedingly chaste; the topics stated with distinctness, and strongly enforced; the imagery natural and captivating; the dis- course, in all its parts, under the control of good sense, and good taste. His humility was veiy remarkable. Notwithstanding the homage paid to his eloquence, he constantly reminded the audience of the declaration of the great Apostle of the Gentiles: We preach not our- selves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake. The late Dr. William Nevins, of Baltimore, said: "I have been astonished that, in all my intercourse with Summerfield, I never heard any thing from him, even by accident, that savoured of vanity. He was literally clothed with humility, nor was the garment scanty. What popular preacher but he, ever passed before the world, without 128 JOHN SUMMERFIELD. being, at least, accused of affectation? That he was, I never heard." Such is the character of the inimitable pulpit elo- quence of the "fervent, fearless, self-sacrificing preacher, who was the delight of wondering, weeping, and ad- miring audiences." He had his inspiration; but it was the inspiration of genius and devotion—existing in one who was, in appearance and manner, the per- sonification of meekness. The published works of Summerfield do not contain much posthumous evi- dence of the power of his genius. It would be as easy to transfer to canvass the beautifully-blended colours of the rainbow, as it spans the heavens before it disappears amidst the storm; or the georgeous- ness of the clouds, as I have seen them, suspended over the mountain-top, and reflecting, in a thousand combinations, the rays of the setting sun, as to place on paper the lively and beautiful illustrations—the living, breathing, speaking eloquence of John Sum- merfield. His reputation with posterity must rest on the descriptions of those who heard the touching pathos of his eloquence, proceeding from devotional inspiration, combined with cultivated imagination and intense animal feeling. Dr. Nevins expressed the fol- lowing just conceptions of his character: "I almost compassionate the biographer of Summerfield, how- ever great his graphic talents may be. I anticipate that the best written memoir of him will be to the living, speaking, and acting Summerfield, very much what his best printed discourse was to the unwritten eloquence that he used to pour forth from his heart, in JOHN SUMMERFIELD. 129 his most ordinary sermons; for the eloquence of our friend was, pre-eminently, that of the heart. It was the oratory of nature: and I have often remarked that, in any age, in any country, in any language, and under all circumstances, he would have been the same magic master of the human heart that we felt him to be." In early life, Summerfield was a frequent attendant on the preaching of Thomas Spenser, who, by his youth, his piety, and his eloquence, produced such decided impressions on the inhabitants of Liverpool. When that admirable young man met an early death by drowning, while bathing in a stream, and a well written account of his life was published, Summerfield read it with great interest and delight, and thereby increased the spark of piety already kindling in his own heart; and was filled with anxious desires to adopt the same sacred profession. Premature death has, in every age of the world, often been the fate of genius and of virtue. Virgil has celebrated, in im- mortal song, the early removal of the virtuous and gifted son of Octavia from the idolatry of Rome, before he occupied the throne of Csesar: and the Christian world has often been required to bow, in profound submission, to the mysterious providence which has plucked from their orbit, in the morning of life, many of the brightest suns that have ever arisen to delight and bless mankind. 12 WILLIAM COWPER. I have seen an article containing a quotation from, The Task, the author of which is described by the wri- ter of the article as, "The Misanthropic Poet." Cowper has long continued to be a favourite with the literary and religious public; and they will not consent that mis- anthropy shall be considered as a part of his character. If he had been a misanthrope, literature would never have been enriched by those works upon which his genius has conferred immortality. A misanthrope may possess high intellectual endowments; but his efforts will be simply intellectual, without the moral emotions -which address themselves to the sympathies of the great family of man. Diogenes, in his tub, might have given to the world a great work on abstract science; but he could never have lamented, in the delightful strains of Cowper, over the misery and op- pression under which man is made to mourn; or have led his readers to repose by the pure fountains of which they drink who hold communion with Nature. That such was the character of Cowper, is abun- dantly evident from his poems, his correspondence, and his friendships. I do not know an author to whom I would not as soon ascribe misanthropy as to him 132 WILLIAM COWPER. Take the following well-known lines as an evidence of the kindness of his nature: "0 for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumours of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more! my ear is pained My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; It does not feel foi man; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire." This is the quintessence of benevolence; and almost every page of his works contains evidence of the same kind and loving nature. If we consider his Christian character, do we not find it to be most beautiful? It was too often dimmed by interposing clouds: but, afterwards, it shone with more lustre because of the temporary obscuration. The character of the sun is not altered when, for a day or a week, he is concealed from our view. The devotional poetry of Cowper is admired by Christians of all denominations. Penitence, reverence, humility, and the desire of holiness, breathe in every line. All the objects of animate and inanimate nature are so many conductors to lead his thoughts up to the Good Being who made them all. And is it possible that he, whose heart wras filled with such love for the Great Creator, could have been a misanthrope—a hater of his fellow? Religion and misanthropy are perfect incompatibles. "Shew me a man," said Lac- tantius, "in whose heart the fury of the tiger is found, WILLIAM COWPER. I33 raid, by a few words of the Book of God, I will make him gentle as a lamb." Such is the invariable effect of Christianity, in all ages, on those who feel its power. Misanthropy cannot dwell in the bosom of the Christian man, of whom we may say, "Happy is thy cottage, and happy the sharer of it, and happy are 'he little lambs which sport themselves around thee." Look at his friendships. No man ever had more devoted friends. It was the misfortune of Cowper that he never formed that domestic association which might have prevented, or woidd have mitigated, the developement of his constitutional melancholy. But, he numbered among his friends the Unwins, the Thorntons, the Throckmortons, John Newton, and the sprightly Lady Austen to wiiose animated companion- ship the world is indebted for, The Task, which placed its author at the head of the poets of the day, and proved that excellence might exist in English versifica- tion, although the writer did not imitate the artificial elegance of Pope. These friends cherished him, with great kindness, amidst all his gloom and miseries; and he remained an inmate of the Unwin family more than thirty years. Do these facts prove him to have been a misanthrope? The great defect in the character of Cowper was melancholy, not misanthropy. The cause of this melancholy has been a subject of much discussion with the biographers of this great poet. Medical men un- derstand how intimately the health of the mind is con- nected with that of the body: how a slight defect in physical organization may entail acute and protracted 12* 134 WILLIAM COWPER. mental suffering. Cowper was awrare of the cause of his miseries, and says, "Could I be translated to Para- dise, unless I could leave my body behind me, my melancholy would cleave to me there." Again, he says, "I arise in the morning like an infernal frog out of Acheron, covered with the ooze and mud of melan- choly." But, if the day was bright, its progress diminished his gloom. The intelligent reader will perceive, from this statement, that his disease was hypo- chondria, caused by dyspeptic habit; and thus, the well-known morbid sensibility of such sufferers was imparted to body and mind. A few years since, dys- pepsia was a very common disease; and, perhaps, eveiy one who did not feel, had opportunity to observe its painful effects. The degree of morbid sensibility often approaches insanity; and I have seen patients, whose minds in health were admirably well-balanced, re- strained, by moral and religious considerations alone, from plunging the murderous dagger in their own hearts; thus seeking, in suicide, a refuge from sorrow. It has often been said, that Cowper's religion was the cause of his insanity. The charge shews that those by whom it is advanced are equally ignorant of the nature of religion, and of our physical organization- Religion cures us of insanity, because, in one sense, every man is insane who lives, year after year, without an abiding reference to another state of being. The melancholy, or insanity of a diseased mind may as- sume a religious character; but, that does not prove religion to have been its cause, any more than the well- known fact, that insane persons often deem their best WILLIAM COWPER. 135 friends and nearest relations to be their deadliest foes, proves the severance of the tenderest ties by which society is bound together. Sound reasoning does not confound effect with cause. The tendency of true religion is to make men pure and happy. She teaches that all men are our brethren; that we should minister to the wants of those who occupy the dwellings of poverty and sorrow. She clothes external nature with a thousand beauties, unseen by those who do not trace the character of the Creator by finding, "Tongues in the trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing." She mitigates our misfortunes by teaching that they are inflicted, for wise purposes, by a kind Father who loves his children; she leads to an eternal home of happiness in heaven. Can the tendency of such a system be to produce insanity? I believe in the natural corruption of our nature; that the most innocent being on earth could not endure a full view of the depravity of the heart, the sinfulness of the life—and the con - sequent exposedness to the divine displeasure—unless the convictions of sin were met by the promises of pardon. A conscience thus awakened, attended with hopeless despair, constitutes the very essence of the misery of the damned. But these convictions do not drive man to insanity. When all expedients have failed to procure peace, the Spirit leads the sinner to the cross; he looks, and believes, and lives. Let not religion be charged with the misery and insanity arising from disease, or physical organization. It has been said of Cowper, that, after he became a Christian, he 136 WILLIAM COWPER. never, amidst all his depressions, renewed his attempts to commit suicide. The last six years of Cowper's life were passed in pitiable suffering. That was a long eclipse for genius so exalted, character so pure, affections so strong. The sun may be obscured by clouds as he plunges beneath the Western waters; but, he will arise and shine on other lands in other climes. The light of his genius and of his Christian hope, were concealed in darkness—not extinguished. His writings will be the delight of the Christian scholar as long as the produc- tions of genius shall live. They contain "Not one immoral, one corrupting thought; >,One line which,, dying, he would wish to blot." KING JAMES' BIBLE. One of the most remarkable facts connected with the labours of literary men of any age, is, that the translation of the Holy Scriptures, made two hundred and thirty-one years ago, in the reign of James I., is the version of the Bible now in use. Whether our increased acquaintance with Oriental customs and man- ners, and the changes the English language has under- gone since the time of James I., will be considered as arguments sufficiently strong to require a new transla- tion, or a correction of that now in use, we cannot pre- dict. One thing is certain: suggestions of that nature have not been received with favour, except, perhaps, by some denominations who suppose that particular words, or phrases ought to be translated in accordance with their distinctive opinions. Every person must have a desire to know the care with which the Bible has been translated into various languages, at different periods; and will be interested with tracing the steps which led to the translation wiiich is now—and has been for more than two centuries—daily in the hands of every Protestant reader, in all countries where the English is the vernacular language. I propose to give a very condensed account of King James' Bible: but 138 KING JAMES' BIBLE. will, as preliminary, place in connexion some facts— derived from various authorities—in relation to different translations of the Scriptures. The collection of writings, says a distinguished writer, which contains the standard for the faith and practice of Christians, has been called Scriptures, by way of intimating their importance above all other writings—Holy or Sacred Scriptures, because they were written by authors who were divinely inspired-^ Canonical Scriptures, either because they are a rule of faith and practice; or because they were inserted in ecclesiastical canons or catalogues, in order to distin- guish them from such books as were apocryphal or of uncertain authority, and unquestionably not of divine origin—Bible, a Greek word which means a book, but is applied, by way of pre-eminence, to this collection, as being the Book of Books.* The first translations of the Old Testament—which, with the exceptions of a few words and passages that are in the Chaldsean dialect, is written in the Hebrew language—were made after the Babylonish captivity; and were called Targums, from a Chaldee word which *The Jews divided the books of the Old Testament into three classes—the Law, comprising the Pentateuch—the Prophets, which were divided into former and latter; the former consisting of Joshua, Judges, Samuel, and Kings: the latter embracing Isaiah, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, and the Twelve Minor Prophets which were counted as one book—the Hagiographa—so called from two Greek words which mean Holy Writings—comprehending Psalms, Proverbs, Job, Song of Solomon, Ruth, Lamentations of Jeremiah, Ecclesiastes, Esther, Daniel, Ezra, Nehemiah, and the two books of Chronicles. This division was called Cetubim, or Holy Writings, because they were not, like the law of Moses, orally delivered; but were com- KING JAMES' BIBLE. 139 means version or explanation. They are also known by the name of Chaldee Paraphrases, as they are rather comments and explications, than literal translaations of the text. Some of these Targums are yet extant, and they are often mentioned in the writings of the ancient Fathers of the Church. The most ancient, valuable, and memorable Greek translation of the Old Testament, now extant, is that called the Septuagint, made in the joint reigns of Ptolemy Lagus, and his son Ptolemy Philadelphia, 286 years B. C. It derives its name from its being supposed to be the production of seventy- two Jews, usually called the seventy interpreters— seventy being a round number. If the Pentateuch, and the Book of Joshua were translated into Greek before the time of Alexander the Great—as some have affirmed—all the copies have perished. It is supposed that the Church at Antioch possessed a Syrian transla- tion of the Bible, A. D. 100. In Abyssinia, there is an Ethiopic version of the Bible, ascribed to an author of the fourth century. Chrysostom, who lived at the end of that century, and Theodoret, who was fifty years later, state that they possessed Syrian, Indian, Persian, Armenian, Ethiopic, and Scythian versions of posed by men divinely inspired, yet without any public mission as prophets. The books of the Old Testament are now generally divided into four classes—the Pentateuch, or five books of Moses—the Historical Books, comprising from Joshua to Esther, inclusive—the Doctrinal or Poetical Books, consisting of Job, Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and the Song of Solomon—the Prophetic Books, comprising Isaiah, Jeremiah with Lamentations, Ezekiel, Daniel, and the Twelve Minor Prophets. See Home's Introduction. 140 KING JAMES' BIBLE. the Bible. The ancient Egyptians possessed a trans- lation into their language; also the Georgians. The most ancient German translation is that made by Ul- philas, A. D. 360. In all these versions, except the Syrian, the Old Testament is translated from the Sep- tuagint, and not immediately from the Hebrew, in which language it was originally written. Notwith- standing the great excellence of the Septuagint, competent judges decide that it should not, as has sometimes been done, be considered as equal to the Hebrew text. The Old and New Testaments were translated into Latin by scholars among the primitive Christians. During the continuance of the Roman Empire in Europe, the Scriptures were every where read in Latin, which was the universal language of that Empire: before the Christian sera, the Greek had been the general language. But, after its overthrow, and the erection of various kingdoms upon its ruins, the Latin language gradually fell into disuse; and hence the ne- cessity for having the Bible translated into as many modern languages as there are different nations pro- fessing the Christian religion, not using the same lan- guage. The total number of dialects, in all parts of the world, is supposed to be about five hundred: and of these, more than one hundred constitute languages generically distinct. The Sacred Scriptures have been translated, either wholly or in part, into upwards of one hundred and fifty of these various dialects. The chief translations of the Scriptures, which have been made into the different modern languages of Europe, KING JAMES' BIBLE. j^.j amount to about forty-two. The Vulgate is a very ancient translation of the Bible into Latin; and is the only translation acknowledged by the Church of Rome to be authentic. Latin translations were made for the Latin Church, soon after the first introduction of Christianity: one of which obtained a more extensive circulation than the others, and was called by Jerome the Vulgate, and the Old translation. Jerome made, towards the close of the fourth century, another Latin translation, which surpassed all that preceded it. There are three classes of the Vulgate; the ancient Vulgate, translated from the Septuagint; the modern Vulgate, the greater part of which is translated from the Hebrew- text; and the new Latin translation, by Sanctes Pagninus, made in the sixteenth century—also from the Hebrew text. I will now give a very condensed account—derived from several authorities—of the translations of the Bible, at different periods, into the English language. The assertion that Adelme, Bishop of Sherborne, who lived early in the eighth century and was a man of great learning, translated the Psalms into the Saxon, is supposed, by some authorities, not to be supported by sufficient evidence. Egbert, Bishop of Lindisfern, who died in 721, translated the four Gospels into Saxon; and, about the same period, the venerable Bede made a Saxon version of the entire Bible. Two hundred years later, King Alfred made another translation of the Psalms: and, in 995, Elfred, Arehbishop of Can- terbury, translated into Saxon, the Pentateuch, Joshua Kings, and Esther. The first English translation of 13 142 KING JAMES' BIBLE. the Bible, known to be extant, was made in 1290—the author unknown. Of this there are extant three manuscript copies, in the Bodleian, Christ's Church College, and Queen's College libraries. In 1382, Wickliffe, who has been called the Apostle of England, completed his translation of the Bible, which was made from the Latin Vulgate. This was not printed; but, there are several manuscript copies of his work still extant in some public and private libra- ries. Wickliffe's translation of the New Testament— the price of a manuscript copy of which, in 1429, was ^.'40 of the present currency—was printed in 1731. Several English versions of the Old and New Tes- taments were published in the reign of Henry VlII.— the most remarkable of which was that of William Tyndal, printed at Antwerp or Hamburg, in 1526. The New Testament was translated from the original Greek: it is supposed the Old Testament was trans- lated from the Latin of the Vulgate, or the Greek of the Septuagint. After the death of Tyndal—who, at the time of its occurrence, was engaged on a second edition of his translation—the work was prosecuted by Coverdale, and the Proto-Martyr John Rogers who re- vised the translation of Tyndal by comparing it with the Hebrew, Greek, Latin, and German; and he also added notes taken from the Bible of Luther. This was the first translation of the whole Bible printed in the English language; and was the first English Bible allowed by royal authority. This work was published in 1535; and, as Rogers assumed the name, Thomas Matthew, the edition of 1537, was called Matthew's KING JAMES' BIBLE. 143 Bible. It was first printed at Hamburg, and after- wards in England, in virtue of a license obtained by the influence of Cranmer, Latimer, and Shaxton. In 1539, a large folio Bible was published under the di- rection of Cranmer, styled the Great Bible: and, in the same year, another was published, called Travener's Bible, from the name of its conductor, Richard Tra- vener. Cranmer wrote a preface for the Great Bible— hence called Cranmer's Bible—and every parish Church throughout England was required, by royal proclamation, to have a copy of this Bible in the Church; and the curates and parishioners were com- manded, by like proclamation, to have it, under a penalty of forty shillings for every month they should be without it. By the order of Henry VIII. Tonstal and Heath, Bishops of Durham and Rochester, super- intended a new edition of Cranmer's Bible, which was published in 1541: but, as it did not please Henry —who added the title of Defender of the Faith, to that of King of England—it was suppressed, by authority. It is doubtful whether another translation was made in the reign of Edward VI.; or, as has been said, two editions printed—in 1549, and 1551. In the reign of Mary, seven English exiles residing at Geneva made a new translation, wiiich wTas pub- lished in 1560; and was called the Geneva Bible.* This was the first English Bible in which the chapters •John Knox was one of the translators of the Geneva Bible, among whom, we may readily suppose, he occupied a distinguished position. The Geneva version of the Bible is considered, by some eminent theologians, as more accurate on what are called the Doc- trines of Grace, than that of King James I. 144 KING JAMES' BIBLE. were divided into verses: an invention of Robert Stephens, in 1551. In connexion with this fact, it may be remarked that the Law—called the Pentateuch, or Five Books of Moses—was originally written in one volume: and this is the form of the manuscripts which are now read in the synagogues. It is supposed— from the Greek origin of the names—that the writings of Moses were divided into the Five Books by the authors of the Septuagint Greek version, or, as it is sometimes called, the Alexandrian Greek version. The divisions of the Bible into chapters appears to have been invented by Cardinal Hugo about the middle of the thirteenth century. In the reign of Elizabeth, Abp. Parker resolved to have a new translation for the use of the Church; and the work was executed by the Bishops, and other learned men. It was printed in 1568, in large folio with short annotations, and wras called the Great English Bible; or, more commonly, the Bishops' Bible, as eight of those employed were Bishops. This work was translated from the Hebrew of the Old Testament, and from the Greek of the New Testament: and the chapters are divided into verses as in the Geneva Bible. Each learned man employed took a part for translation; and, when the whole was completed, the different portions were added together to form the volume—the Archbishop oversee- in"', examining, directing, and finishing the whole. In 1572, this Bible was re-printed in large folio, with corrections, amendments, and prolegomena; and was called Matthew Parker's Bible. An octavo edition of this version, in fine black letter, was printed in 1569. KING JAMES' BIBLE. 145 The Bishops'Bible was used in the Churches for forty years: but, during that period, the Geneva Bible was the book most used in private houses; which caused twenty editions to be printed in as many years.* The Roman Catholics, at Rheims, published a translation of the New Testament, from the Latin Vulgate, in 1582, called the Rhemish Translation: and, in 1610, that denomination published, at Doway, a translation of the Old Testament, also from the Vulgate; and hence their English translation of the Bible is called the Doway or Douay Bible. These two translations form the English Bible of the Roman Catholics. The following are the most celebrated of the Polyglott Bibles. 1. The Coraplutensian Polyglott —so called from Complutum, a town of Spain, the iresidence of Cardinal Zimenes, who spent 50,000 (ducats on the work. This work was published in six folio volumes, in 1522—the Old Testament in He- brew, Greek, and Latin; the New Testament in Greek and Latin. 2. The Antwerp Polyglott; published in 1572, in eight folio volumes, in Hebrew, Greek, Latin and Chaldee. 2. The Paris Polyglott; published in 1645, in ten folio volumes, in Hebrew, Samaritan, Chaldee, Greek, Syriac, Latin and Arabic. 4. The London Polyglott, or that of Bishop Walton; pub- lished in 165T, in six folio volumes—nine different *The first French Protestant Bible was published, in 1535, by Olivetan, assisted by his relative John Calvin, the illustrious re- former. This translation was made by Calvin to conform to the Hebrew. But nearly all the French Bibles are translated from the Latin Vulgate. 13* 146 KING JAMES' BIBLE. languages being used in the work. There are several other Polyglotts: also, Diglotts, Triglotts, Octoglotts. During the Conference held at Hampton Court, in 1604, the correctness of the Bishops' Bible—which had been used in the Churches since 1568—became a subject of discussion; and, as the result, King James 1., who attended the Conference and took an active part in the discussions, issued an order for the execu- tion of a new translation. This important work was entrusted to fifty-four learned and pious men. They did not commence their labours before 1607; when forty-seven of the number originally appointed—men eminent for piety, and profoundly versed in the lan- guages in which the Bible wras originally written— entered upon the translation. The other seven had died, or declined the task. The character of the work was defined by their instructions: "Not a translation altogether new; nor yet to make of a bad one a good one; but to make a good one better; or, of many good ones, one best." When they assembled, the first pro- cedure was to arrange themselves into six Classes or Committees, to each of whom a portion of the Bible was given for translation. The Deans of Westmin- ster and Chester were the directors of the two Com- panies or Committees which met at Westminster: and the King's Professors of Hebrew and Greek in the Universities, wrere the directors of the four Commit- tees which assembled at Cambridge and Oxford. The manner in which the distribution of the por- tions was made, and the whole completed, is thus described by the learned Selden, who is styled by Gro- KING JAMES' BIBLE. 147 tins the glory of the English nation: "The English translation of the Bible," says Selden in his Table- Talk, "is the best translation in the world, and renders the sense of the original best; taking in for the English translation the Bishops' Bible, as well as King James'. The translators in King James' time took an excellent way. That part of the Bible was given to him who was most excellent in such a tongue; and then they met together, and one read the translation; the rest holding in their hands some Bible, either of the learn- ed tongues, or French, Spanish, Italian, &c. If they found any fault, they spoke; if not, he read on." Such is the opinion of Selden, of whom Lord Clar- endon says, "He was one whom no character can flat- ter, or transmit in any expressions equal to his merit and virtue." Bishop Lowth says of this version, "The vulgar* translation of the Bible is the best stan- dard of our language." Similar testimony is borne in its favour by other eminent English scholars; as Adam Clarke, Beattie, Taylor, Horsley, Doddridge, Middleton, Geddes, Whittaker. The work was com- menced in 1607, and completed and published, in 1611—some authorities say, in 1613—and is the trans- lation of the Bible now read, by authority, in the Churches of the Establishment in England; and is the same in use in this country by Protestant denomi- nations, and is called King James' Bible. * It is hardly necessary to remind the reader that, by the word vulgar, in this connexion, is not meant, ordinary, mean, low, gross; but, of, or pertaining to, the multitude or many. 148 KING JAMES' BIBLE. After this period, all other versions of the Bible ceased to be used, with the exception of the Psalms, and the Epistles and Gospels, in the Book of Common Prayer, which were still continued—the Psalms accord- ing to the version of Cranmer's Bible; the Epistles and Gospels according to that of the Bishops' Bible— until the revision of the Liturgy, in 1661. The Epistles and Gospels w^ere then taken from King James' Bible; but the Psalms are still retained as translated in Cramner's Bible. Dr. Blayney published, at Oxford, in 1769, an edition of King James' Bible, which, on account of its accu- racy, was considered the standard edition until the publication of Woodfall's edition—or, as it is some- times called, the edition of Eyre and Strahan—at London, in 1806. Several important errata were discovered in Dr. Blayney's edition: but, it is said that only one erratum, has been found in that of Woodfall of 1806. This is a very near approach to an immacu- late text. In 1820 the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America, recommended the Edition of Eyre and Strahan to the members of that Church, as the stan- dard edition of the Bible.* I have known very intelligent persons who supposed the italics in King James' Bible were used as marks of emphatic words. The italics are designed to shew that the words so printed are not found in the originals from which the version is made. This plan appears to have been adopted from the Great Bible, printed in *See Home's Introduction—fourth edition. KING JAMES' BIBLE 149 1539; in the text of which those parts of the Latin version which are not found in the Hebrew or Greek, are inserted in a smaller letter. The Geneva Bible also contains, inserted in the text with another kind of letter, every word that seemed to be necessary for explaining any particular sentence. The same mode is also used in the Bishops' Bible. The following judicious Rules, which prescribed the manner in which the translators were required by the King to accomplish this most important work, will give the reader a view7 of the great care with which the translation was perfected: RULES. 1. The ordinary Bible read in the Church, com- monly called the Bishops' Bible, to be followed, and as little altered as the original will permit. 2. The names of the prophets and the holy writers, with the other names in the text, to be retained, as nigh as may be, accordingly as they are vulgarly used. 3. The old ecclesiastical words to be kept; viz: the word "Church" not to be translated "Congrega- tion," &x. 4. When any word hath divers significations, that to be kept which hath been most commonly used by the most eminent Fathers; being agreeable to the pro- priety of the place, and the analogy of the faith. 5. The division of the chapters to be altered, either not at all, or as little as may be, if necessity so requires. 6. No marginal notes at all to be affixed, but only for the explanation of the Hebrew or Greek words, 150 KING JAMES' BIBLE. which cannot, without some circumlocution, be so briefly and fitly expressed in the text. 7, Such quotations of places to be marginally set down, as shall serve for the fit references of one scripture to another. 8. Every particular man of each Company to take the same chapter, or chapters; and having translated, or amended them severally by himself, where he think - eth good, all to meet together, confer on what they have done, and agree on their parts what shall stand. 9. As any one Company hath despatched any one book in this manner, they shall send it to the rest, to be considered of, seriously and judiciously; for his Majesty is very careful in this point. 10. If any Company, upon the review of the book so sent, shall doubt, or differ upon any places, to send them word thereof, note the places, and—there-withal send their reasons; to which, if they consent not, the difference to be compounded at the general meeting, which is to be of the chief persons of each Company. at the end of the work. 11. When any place of special obscurity is doubted of, letters to be directed, by authority, to send to any learned man in the land for his judgement of such a place. 12. Letters to be sent from every Bishop to the1 rest of his clergy, admonishing them of this translation in hand, and to move and charge as many as, being skilful in the tongues, have taken pains in that kind, to send their particular observations to the Company, either at Westminster, Cambridge, or Oxford, accord- KING JAMES' BIBLE. \r,\ ing as it was directed before in the King's letter to the Archbishop. 13. The directors in each Company to be the Deans of Westminster and Chester, for the two Com- panies at Westminster: and the King's Professors in the Hebrew and Greek, in the two Universities. 14. The following translations to be used, when they agree better with the text than the Bishop's Bible; viz: Tyndal's, Matthew's, Coverdale's, Whitchurch's, Geneva. 15. Besides the said directors before mentioned, three or four of the most grave and ancient divines in either of the Universities, not employed in translating, to be assigned by the Vice-Chancellor, upon conference with the rest of the heads, to be overseers of the trans- lation, as well Hebrew as Greek, for the better obser- vation of the fourth Rule above specified. Such is a condensed account—designed for the use of the general reader, not for that of the biblical scholar—of King James' Bible, which, for two hun- dred and thirty-one years, has, for its fidelity, literary excellence, and perspicuity, been so highly esteemed by Christians in all parts of the wTorld where the English language is read. It has been asserted, as a very remarkable fact, that, notwithstanding the nume- rous versions of the Scriptures which, during so many centuries, have been made by scholars, no translations but those known as the great Germanic or Luther's Bible—which, with the aid of Melancthon and other eminent scholars, Luther translated from the original Hebrew and Greek, and published in 1530—and King 152 KING JAMES' BIBLE. James' Bible, have been regarded as classics of the language in which the versions are made. It will not be contended that this translation is per feet. Perfection does not belong to human works. A distinguished biblical scholar of Baltimore pointed out to me what he thinks is an incorrect translation in II Cor. iii. 18. He says, "as by the Spirit of the Lord," should be "as by the Lord the Spirit"—certainly a stronger mode of expression in confirmation of the doctrine of the Holy Trinity. The words in the Greek are asro Ki^i'ou flrvsufjL« 1 TS"2~ 1 1 Tf 1 ?TJ ■5? l TTTf n 52 62 164 117 194 152 28 10^ 21 25 75 17 4 1 TI 1 30 54 6 2 'TTJ 9 6 12 790. 216 120 If 64 If 155 H 11 1 10 3T' 3 601 124 36 81 272 SPEECH. factor who plans, and executes the means of convey- ing, at a reduced price, to the door of the citizen, the comforts he needs. We cheerfully award that meed to those whose intelligence, and perseverance have pro- jected and executed this important work. We give all due acknowledgments to our neighbouring sister State for her kindness in allowing us to construct this Canal, and believe that the advantages will be reciprocal; that she will be twice blessed—blessed in what she take, as well as in what she gives. It has not been my design to go into an extended and minute detail to shew the importance of this work. That duty has been ably performed by one who has preceded me. Nor will I enter, at large, on a con- sideration of the relation of Internal Improvements to the prosperity of our country. That relation is agri- cultural, commercial, and political. Your own reflec- tions will fill up the outline, without aid from me. Our territory embraces almost every variety of soil and climate: and strength will be imparted to our institu- The United States produces four millions of bushels of barley— a million and a quarter of pounds of hops. The value of the pro- ducts of the dairy is thirty-four millions; of the orchard, seven and a quarter millions; of home-made, or family goods, twenty-nine millions; of the produce of market gardeners, two millions and six hundred thousand dollars. The quantity of wood sold amounts to five millions of cords. The live stock—horses and mules, four millions three hundred and thirty-six thousand—neat cattle, fifteen millions—sheep, nineteen millions, and three hundred thousand—swine, twenty-six millions, and three hundred thousand. The value of all kinds of poultry is estimated at nine millions, three hundred and forty-five thousand dollars. SPEECH. 273 tions, when internal communications shall give us a home market for our various productions; and, thus, make us less dependent on other countries for what we buy or sell. The trade of the New York Canals amounted, last year, to seventy-three millions. Who can calculate the results that will arise from the general extension of such works? The American statesman, viewing our vast extent of territory, has been accus- tomed to anxious consideration on the prospect of the perpetuity of our institutions. No people have ever received the blessings that have been showered upon us: and it is the character of our nature, that the very extent of our happiness makes us look forward with anxiety for its continuance. The despotic govern- ments of Europe look with a jealous eye upon our in- stitutions: because they know if the serf who is bound to their soil, and is trampled in the dust by the iron foot of absolute power, shall ever feel the fires of liberty, kindled by our example, burn within his bosom, "his soul will walk abroad in her own majesty, and his body swell beyond the measure of his chains that burst from around him." The Republics of former times did not endure, be- cause the people had not sufficient intelligence and virtue to resist the encroachments of despotism. But, our ancestors brought the religion and the philosophy of England to our shores; and the settlements they planted—Minerva-like—started forth in all the maturity of manhood. Other empires have fallen by their own weight; and the same event has been predicted as the result of our wide extent of countiy. True, our 24 274 SPEECH. territory reaches from the St. John to the Sabine, and from the Atlantic to the Pacific: and it might be sup- posed that the bonds arising from a community of in- terests, may not be sufficiently strong to hold us to- gether, without the concentrated power of despotism. But the far-seeing statesman has looked forward to Internal Improvements as a strong cord to unite us to- gether in one happy family, for ages yet to come. The genius of man has caused the shores of Europe to approach the shores of America: and the genius of man, by means of internal communications, may yet make the remotest citizen of our country almost our neighbour. Perhaps, another generation may see our Internal Improvements extend beyond the Rocky Mountains to the Pacific Ocean, and thus cover our country with blessings, and with glory. Allow me, in conclusion, to offer as a sentiment, The Valley of the Susquehanna: Nature designed its products, like its waters, to flow into the Chesa- peake. We celebrate the accomplishment of the pur- poses of Nature, by the triumphs of Art. SPEECH,* In behalf of the Manual Labour School for Indigent Boys, November 30th, 1840. Mr. President: Your kind partiality, with that of other benevo- lent gentlemen engaged in this noble charity, has selected me as an advocate of the orphan and the indigent. Conscious of my inability to do justice to the subject, I respectfully ask this audience not to allow the feebleness of my advocacy to prejudice my cause. On the 16th of December, 1839, a number of gentle- men met, and appointed a Committee to report on this subject. The Committee reported to a public meeting on the 17th of March, 1840, "That it is expedient to establish, in the neighbourhood of Baltimore, a Manual Labour School for Indigent Boys." Since then, the public mind has been intensely excited by the political questions which have agitated this countiy from the St. John to the Sabine; and, it was not deemed •This Speech was delivered, by request of the Board of Directors, in the Sharp street Baptist Church, Baltimore. It was preceded by the following Resolution: Resolved, That the effort, now being made, to establish, in the vicinity of Baltimore, a Manual Labour School for Indigent Boys, has, in an eminent degree, claims on the consideration and co-opera- tion of the Christian, the philanthropist, and the patriot. 276 SPEECH. expendient to hazard the success of the plan, by calling for public aid during the existence of those all- absorbing political discussions. But now, Sir, the storm has ceased to agitate the bosom of the political and social ocean, which has subsided into its wonted repose; and this highly respectable assemblage of citizens of Baltimore has convened, this evening, for the purpose of hearing the claims of this Institution enforced; and then, if it receive their approbation, to contribute for its establishment. The design of the Board of Directors is, to purchase a farm in the vicinity of the city, where they will be able to accommodate indigent boys, who are exposed to all the evils arising from want of culture, and from vicious associations; and, by combining mental culti- vation with manual labour, cause them to contribute to their own support; while, at the same time, they will become qualified to obtain future subsistence. The charities of the Institution will first be extended to indi- gent orphans; and then, as far as its means will enable it, to other destitute boys, whose parents cannot, or will not, extend to them the protection and care which belong to the relation. The principal expense to the community will exist in the organization of the Insti- tution, and during the first year. After that period, the proceeds of the labour of the beneficiaries will nearly, if not altogether, support the establishment. This charity, in behalf of which an appeal is now made to this audience, is not an experiment, the suc- cess of which is to be determined by results. The experiment has already been made with distinguished SPEECH. 277 success. In 1835, a school was opened near Boston, on a farm of one hundred and twenty acres. In 1838, there were one hundred and five pupils in the esta- blishment, between the ages of eight and eighteen: a number of whom, at proper ages, were bound out to farmers and mechanics, with highly satisfactory results. The labour necessary for the Institution was performed by the scholars, with the assistance of master-workmen. In one year, the produce of the farm amounted to four thousand and five hundred dollars; fifteen hundred of which were the product of sales; leaving three thou- sand to be consumed by the Institution. Thus, Mr. President, it will be perceived that the question pre- sented to this community is, Shall indigent boys be allowed to acquire habits of vice, and become inmates of houses for juvenile delinquents, of jails, and of penitentiaries—ruined in morals, and lost to society: or, shall the means be afforded to train them up in habits of industry and virtue, and, thus, make them useful and honourable members of the great human family? Sir, the amount of money requisite to secure these blessings, when compared with the results, is not to be estimated as the small dust in the balance. Mr. President, this Institution is designed for preven- tion—not for punishment. And I ask the attention of the audience to this view of the subject. Sir, we all know the power of temptation, even with those of mature years: that it often requires all the strength derived from the associations of early education and subsequent reflection, to enable us to resist the head- long torrent of impetuous passion. Who has not had 24* 278 SPEECH. occasion to use that petition indited by the Great Saviour of men, "Lead us not into temptation"? What, then, are we to expect will be the fate of the poor boy, cut off from the humanizing influence of all the social relations of life, and left to the action of evil associations on the unbridled promptings of his corrupt nature? He is thus prematurely taught to be a violator of the law. We all know the effects of habit; and admit the truth of the saying of the philoso- pher, No one ever became most base in an hour. Small offences blunt the sensibilities, and lead to gross acts; and the experience of the world has confirmed the remark, that the head of an idle boy is the prolific shop of unnumbered evils. Is not society under obli- gations to assume the relation of parent to the helpless orphan? If the poor orphan boy stood before you to- night, he might address you in the beautiful and pathetic lamentation of Job, Have pity upon me; have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of the Lord hath touched me. When man is without moral and intellectual culture, the wild passions of his nature are left to their unre- strained influence on his character. In what respect is he then superior to the savage animals that roam the forest in quest of prey? Guided by impulse and not by reason, the law of self-preservation is the only law to whose influence he bows; and, were it not for the superior civilization by which he is surrounded and restrained he would be as incontrollable as the untamed wanderer of the woods, who has no knowledge of Deity except that he, "Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind." SPEECH. 279 Intellect and morals would be sunk in sense; and the miserable outcast would soon become a victim to the laws he had outraged, but of the existence of which he was not informed. Is that benevolence? Is that justice? The welfare of society may require the sacri- fice to the sternness of her statutes; but, true benevo- lence will endeavour to save the wretch from the com- mission of the crime. An immortal poet, in the most finished and admired composition in the English language, indulges in reflec- tions on the humble occupants of the receptacles of the dead; and supposes that village Hampdens, mute inglorious Miltons, and guiltless Cromwells, may repose there in the last, long sleep; but adds that "chill penury" caused them to die, unhonoured and unknown. Sir, we may apply the same reflections to poor youth wandering in our streets. With proper cultivation, they might illustrate our country by attainments in Science and the Arts, command the admiration of senates by their eloquence, and lead our armies to victory in defence of our liberties. But, instead of affording them the opportunity to become thus honour- able and useful, you, by neglect, allow them to occupy a prominent place in the proceedings of your Criminal Courts, and to fill the records with the details of their crimes. And what, Mr. President, is the effect pro- duced on the poor boy who is confined in our jail or penitentiary, as a punishment for violations of law? Without any to take care of him but that God who "tempers the wind to the shorn lamb," he may have committed an offence against a law, of whose penalty 2S0 SPEECH. or existence he was uninformed; and, he is confined in the abode of those who have grown grey in crime— contact with whom is leprosy to his soul. Better, Sir, let him lie down in the grave by the side of his dead father and mother, than place him amidst associations such as these. Can he escape from that prison-house widiout defilement, deep and damning? And even if he should, where can he go when the chains of his captivity are sundered? Will the virtuous receive him to their bosoms and their homes? Let him go where he will, a mark, as indelible as that of Cain,is upon his person; and he must die with a broken heart, or plunge into deeper crime. The tree that has been scathed by the lightning of heaven, is not a more conspicuous object for the gaze of man. It would be almost a blessing if the old fable were true, and that, in this case, all the footsteps pointed to the cave, but none indicated a return. Sir, is it not charity to endeavour to rescue the destitute orphan from misery such as this? Mr. President, moral education, to be effective, must be continuous: not confined to a day in a week, but must extend through months and years. This is a great recommendation to the Manual Labour School system. I have not time, Sir, to develope this subject; but, if you will contrast the Sabbath in such a school, with the Sabbath of the indigent boy in your streets, you will readily appreciate the full force of the argu- ment. Sir, the man who fails to reform others, or to prevent the commission of crime, when reform or pre- vention are in his power, is responsible for the future acts. If I see a man about to throw himself from a SPEECH. 281 precipice, when consequent destruction would be ine- vitable, and possess, without exercising, the power of prevention, am I not a murderer? If such conduct towards my fellow-being be crime, when its effects are confined to the welfare of his person, by what name should it be called when it extends to the destiny of his spirit? Society is a system of mutual obligations— mutual dependencies. Whether you strike the tenth or the ten-thousandth link of this great chain, its integrity is alike severed. Man has no right to confine himself, like a shell-fish, within the limits of his own interests. Wherever you find a destitute fellow-being in need of your charities, and you are able to relieve him, Sir, he is your brother. That divine system which the Great Friend of man brought down from heaven, makes good Samaritans of all who feel its saving power. Mr. President, the State has many benevolent institu- tions which she sustains: but, sometimes, charitable enterprise, single or associated, can effect more in the cause of beneficence, than State supervision. Such I conceive to be pre-eminently the case with the Manual Labour School system. Baltimore is rathei behind other large cities, in her charitable institutions; and, Sir, they are the noblest monuments they could erect for the perpetuation of their fame. Let us, then, add to our noble monuments—erected to individual gloiy—the far nobler monuments for the melioration of the condition of man. The morbid appetite for ruth- less war has been succeeded by the peaceful pursuits of enterprise and beneficence. Far better, Sir, to be the followers of Him who went about doing good, than of 282 SPEECH. that bloody spirit of darker days which seeks whom it may devour. The limits assigned to me this evening, Mr. Presi- dent, do not allow a further expansion of this interest- ing subject. But, I cannot refrain from asking those who occupy the seats before me, What made you to differ from those unfortunates, whose claims I this evening advocate? Perhaps your mothers were spared to your early infancy, and your fathers to your maturer days. Lessons of virtue were instilled into your young minds while standing by your mother's knee; and early habits of industry acquired from the example of a father. Shew, then, your gratitude for such inestima- ble blessings by making provision for the poor orphan. Look into your own benevolent hearts, and you will there find arguments, more convincing than any I can offer, in behalf of those whose cause I advocate. The Resolution I have the honour to submit for your adoption declares, that the Manual Labour School has claims on the Christian, the philanthropist, and the patriot. I will not invade the distinctive duties of those who minister in this consecrated temple, by dwelling on the relation between early instruction and the future condition of man. The philanthropist may not be called to imitate the examples of Howard and Fry, and explore the dark depths of the damp dungeon in order to meliorate the condition of the captive; but, we fulfil our destiny by labouring, in our sphere, to in- crease the happiness of our race. The patriot who wishes to perpetuate to future ages our example of a free government, and this asylum for the oppressed of SPEECH 283 every land, will endeavour to educate the poor*—a class so powerful for evil, or for good. The intelligence of the early settlers on our shores gave impulse to the best model of civil government the world ever saw— a- model which the ignorant can never imitate, while trodden down by the iron foot of oppression. But ignorance leads to vice; and vice will place her shoul- *Fourteen thousand dollars have been collected for this Manual Labour School; nearly one-half of which was subscribed on this occasion. A valuable farm of one hundred and forty acres, six miles from Baltimore, has been purchased and improved, and suitable buildings erected. The Institution now contains forty boys; and a hundred pressing applications, beyond its ability to accommodate, have been received. The success of the Institution has surpassed the expectations of its benevolent projectors; and the numerous applications for admission which their restricted means compel them reluctantly to reject, give to it claims on further aid from a charitable public. In connexion with this subject, I have prepared—with no incon- siderable labour—the following Scale of Education in the United States, shewing the number of white persons over twenty years of age, in each State and Territory, who cannot read and write. It has been collected from the volume of the Sixth Census—for 1840—recently issued. All fractions lower than one-fourth are omitted. In preparing this Scale, I have deducted from the total population, all the coloured population, whether free or slave. The Scales of this kind which have been published in the daily papers, are very inaccurate. For example; they give Vermont the propor- tion of one to every four hundred and seventy-three: South Carolina one to every seventeen: Maine one to every one hundred and eight: Delaware one to every eighteen: Tennessee one to every eleven: N. Hampshire one to every three hundred and ten, &c. By comparing these statements with the Scale below, the importance of these errors will be manifest. It is obvious that these published Scales were calcu- lated on the same principle on which I have compiled the one here inserted—the exclusion of the coloured population—because other States (free as well as slave-holding;) correspond in the calculations. 284 SPEECH. ders against the pillars of this noble temple of liberty; and, then, the time honoured fabric, built by the toil of patriots, and consecrated by the blood of martyrs, will crumble in ruin Any other mode of comparison would do great injustice to the slave- holding States. SCALE. Mississippi Florida Indiana Wiskonsin Illinois Missouri Tennessee Kentucky Alabama Virginia S. Carolina Delaware Georgia Arkansas N. Carolina Connecticut I to every 574 N. Hampshire L « 3014 Maine I « 185$ Massachusetts 1 I " 164 Vermont ] I « 128| Michigan 97 Rhode Island ] I " 65$ New Jersey ] " 55 New York L " 53£ Pennsylvania 50 Ohio J I " 43 Iowa 38i Louisiana I « 32| Dis. Columbia L " 29 Maryland ] I « 27 every 21£ 21i 18 18 17 17 16 14| 14£ " 12* » 12J 12 12 10* 8* SPEECH, Delivered, by request, in Baltimore, September 21st, 1840. Fellow-Citizens: I appear before you this evening, in compli- ance with an invitation from your Committee. In the discussion of the subject—the wages of labour—which I shall present to you, I shall not enter into elaborate arguments, nor weary you by tabular statements. Such a mode of discussion would not be appropriate to the present occasion. I shall confine myself to such statements and arguments as will be readily appre- ciated by every one present; and which you can easily expand when sitting around your own fire-sides, in the bosom of your own families. And, as the subject on which I design to address you has a most important bearing on your personal and domestic happiness, such will be the most appropriate time and place to give it your most serious consideration. Labour has been defined to be the creative power of man; and, there are few subjects that more vitally affect the interests of the labouring men of every com- munity, than the price they receive for their toil. Their capital consists in the strength of their sinewy arms; and, no portion of the population of a countiy is more entitled to respect, than that which complies 25 286 SPEECH. with the primeval command, In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread. They are the bone and sinew of the land: what Goldsmith appropriately calls, "their country's pride." Such men constitute eight-tenths of the voters of the United States, and have an indisputable claim on the protection and fostering care of the Government. I employ the strong language of Mr. Webster when I say, The labourer of the United States, is the United States. The Abbe De Lamennais has justly remarked that, "Labour is the action of humanity accomplishing the work which the Creator has given it in charge." It is thus that man fulfils his destiny. And, if it be correct to say, "Act well your part; there all the honour lies," the man who labours, day after day, for his support, has higher claims to the respect of the community than he has, who lives on the product of the toil of his fathers; without occupation, without resource, useless to his country, and a burden to himself. In European countries, the ancient forms of society recognize arti- ficial distinctions among men—distinctions arising from birth. But, in our Republican country, every man has the privilege of being the architect of his own fortune and position; and, any condition of life is honourable which enables a man to be independent by the exertion of honest efforts. Whenever a foreign foe threatens a descent upon our soil, the labouring-man shoulders his musket and girds on his sword; and, his glittering bayonet and flashing blade are interposed between the SPEECH. 287 invader, and the desecration of our temples and our * homes. The doctrine of this Administration is, that the Go- vernment has nothing to do with providing a currency for the People. It is justly inferrible from this that the Administration doctrine is, that the Government will take care of itself, and the People must take care of themselves. But, I will not believe that the People will ever sanction this monstrous doctrine. What makes the Government? The People. For whose in- terests was it established? For the interests of the People themselves. In comparison with these in- terests, the men who fill the high places of honour and profit are insignificant—the small dust of the balance. And, whenever they stand in the way of public pros- perity, they deserve to be crushed by the wheels of a car, more ponderous than that which breaks the bones of the miserable devotee amidst Asiatic superstitions. The Administration may be regardless of the wages the poor man receives for his labour—on which wages his wife and children depend for bread. The United States' officers—from the President downwards—re- ceive their pay in hard money; on which, if they choose, they can obtain a premium, and then buy the produce of the farmer, and the labour of the working- man, at reduced prices, and with depreciated money. This works gain to the office-holders, and loss to the People. The French Revolutionists said it was nothing to sacrifice a million of lives in the establishment of a principle. So, the Administration seems to think it no 288 SPEECH. harm to sacrifice the prosperity of the People in the trial of experiments. The dying eagle looks with poignant feelings on the arroAV winged with his own feathers, which has pierced his body; and, such must be the feelings of the People when their interests are sacrificed by those whom they have placed in power. This is not the first time that enormities have been per- petrated in the sacred name of Liberty. As an answer to the appeal which has been made to the gratitude due from the People to this Administration, I reply in the eloquent language of Colonel Barre, when he answered Charles Townshend, who, in the conclusion of a speech delivered in the British Parliament, said, "And now these Americans—children planted by our care, nou- rished by our indulgence, protected by our arms—will they grudge their mite to relieve us?" To this Colonel Barre replied, "They planted by your care? Your op- pressions drove them to America. They nourished by your indulgence? They grew by your neglect of them. They protected by your arms? They have nobly taken up arms in your defence: for the defence of a countiy whose frontier was drenched in blood, while its interior yielded all its little savings for your emolument." The labourers of this country—including, in that designation, all of every age and sex, who, in some form, belong to the industrious and working classes— amount to sixteen millions out of seventeen millions of population; and, hence, it has been said that, "The labourer of the United States is the United States." They are far more respectable than the labourers of Europe: nine-tenths of whom have no interest in the SPEECH. 289 productions of their owrn toil; can never elevate them- selves, but are often bought and sold with the soil they cultivate. Our labouring men take an active part in the politics of the country; and, when they possess ability and virtue, the highest stations may become ob- jects of their ambition. No man in public life more distinctly represents die political views of the party now in power, than one of the Senators from Ohio. I will now quote liis opinion on the subject of the price of produce and labour. It deserves the consideration of the farmer, the labourer, the mechanic, and the manufacturer. He says, "The price of labour is en- tirely too high. The labourer in this countiy can af- ford to work for eleven pence a day; and, the hard- money system will bring down wages to that sum. Wheat will also come down to sixteen cents a bushel, and eveiy thing else in proportion. This is the best tariff you can have; and the only one that can enable our manufacturers to compete with those of England. The Sub-Treasury will effect both objects: it will put clown the banks, and bring wages, and every thing else down." Dean Swift was a better political economist than the Ohio Senator. He says, the luxuries and necessaries of life were cheaper in Ireland than in England; and adds, that this is always the case in the poorest countries, because there is no money to pay for them. It was inadvertently stated, by the opposition papers, that this Senator had given utterance to these sentiments dining the delivery of a speech in the Senate of the United States: which statement he pro- nounced to be "false and a base forgery;" and offered 25* 290 SPEECH. a reward of one thousand dollars to any one who would produce an authenticated copy of the speech. The opinions were expressed in conversation, at Steu- benville, Ohio—as has been incontrovertably proved— and not on the floor of the Senate. A member of the Administration party is reported to have used the following language: "It is true, Sir, that a greater portion of the population of France are deprived of the use of animal food: but, does it fol- low that, as a whole, they are the worse off? No Sir; so far from it, I have the authority of an English states- man, who speaks from observation and a critical ex- amination of the subject, for saying, that the reverse is the case." The member who expressed such opinions —supported by the authority of an English statesman— as to what was requisite for the necessities and comforts of the labouring-man, was enabled, by his per diem, to fare sumptuously eveiy day. We will attach due consideration to such opinions, when advanced by him- self and his political associates, after they shall have tried the experiment of living without meat, and shall have consented to reduce their pay to the specie standard. Would it be unjust to infer, that they had learned their philosophy from the history of "The Parish Boy's Progress;" and that they agree, with the parish beadle, in considering "meat" as the cause of all com- plaints and insubordination? It would appear, from the expression of such opinions by prominent men of the party, that the object of this Administration is to reduce the currency, prices, and wages of this country, to European standards. Let us SPEECH. 291 examine, for a moment, into the prices of labour in a few European countries. In England, the poor la- bourer receives from two dollars and a half to four dol- lars a week. In times of distress he receives but two dollars. In both cases, he supplies his own board and lodging. In France, the price of labour averages sixteen cents a day. In Corsica, the male labourer gets twenty-four cents a day, and the female eleven cents. In Prussia, the male working-man gets from eight to thirteen cents a day: the female about half. In Holland and Belgium, the farm-labourer receives from twenty-two to twenty-eight dollars per annum: the female half. In Austria, the field-labourer is paid twenty-two cents a day, deducting one-half for board and lodging. In Russia, no wages are paid to la- bourers; and the serf is bought and sold with the soil. In India, the people conform to the no-meat theory, and live on rice. Such are the standards to which the Administration wishes to reduce the wages of working- men in this country. Are they prepared for such re- sults? A Senator of the United States remarked, a few months since, as follows: "If a labourer receive one dollar as his day's wages, and has, at the same time, to pay one dollar for a bushel of grain, and for other necessaries in proportion, he will then have no higher wages than when he receives but fifty cents a day, and, at the same time, pays but fifty cents for grain; and for other necessaries in proportion." At the first view, there appears to be nothing objectionable in this position. But let us examine its bearing on the com- 292 SPEECH. forts and interests of the labouring-man. The position is maintainable, in a restricted sense, in its application to home products; but does not apply to the articles of importation. Moreover, it does not even apply, in every view, to home productions; because, while agri- cultural products are low in masses, the markets which furnish, in small quantities, the daily supply for our families, are high. Our importations considerably ex- ceed one hundred millions annually: and, as regards all such articles, low wages affect the comforts of the labouring-man; because, die price of these articles re- mains unchanged, while his wages are to be reduced one-half. Is it not desirable that the working-man shall be able to purchase tea, coffee, and other luxu- ries, for his family? But, let us look at the bearing of such doctrines on the army of office-holders. While the wages of the labouring-man are reduced one-half, the salaries of the public officers are fixed; and they receive full pay in sound currency, on which they can obtain a premium, while those who pay their salaries suffer all the inconvenience. Is that a Democratic doctrine? That country is most prosperous where wages are highest. No other proof of this position is necessary, than to compare the condition of the labouring men of our country, a few years since, with the peasantry of France, who wear wooden shoes, dress in plain cot- tons, and only occasionally have meat. There is no country upon earth where the working-man is as com- fortable as he was in the United States, before the ex- periments of the present Administration. England SPEECH. 293 gives higher wages than other countries in Europe; and, the condition of the labouring-man there, approaches nearest to his condition with us. In China, and other portions of Asia, wages are very low, and the working population live on rice. Low wages present an insurmountable barrier to the accumulation of property by working men. Under such circumstances they cannot do more than provide daily support for themselves and families. What is to become of them when all the decrepitudes of ad- vancing life disqualify them for their former vigorous efforts? Every man wishes to provide a home, where his wife, and children, and friends, may assemble around his own fire-side. Society does not present a picture more beautiful than that in which the neat and industrious inmates are thus assembled; and, generally, more happiness is found there than in splendid man- sions. Our countiy could furnish many such scenes as are presented in the "Cotter's Saturday Night." We want an equal bard to confer on them a like im- mortality. Have such citizens no claim on the pro- tection of the Government? The labouring-man who is in debt, will suffer from the continuance of affairs in their present tendencies. In consequence of the ex- pectation of better days, indulgence is extended from the creditor to the debtor. When that expectation no longer exists, collections of dues will be made in con- formity with legal provisions. We will suppose the labouring-man to have leased ground, and built a house, when wages were high. With the continuance of health, in such times, he could easily have made the 294 SPEECH. property his own, in fee simple. But reduce wages one-half, and he has, essentially, to pay twice the amount of rent, and the value of the property is doubled to the owner. Is this the policy of a truly Democratic Administration? Its effect is to make the rich, richer; and the poor, poorer. The results I have depicted have, as yet, been only partially felt. But they are in progress; and, with the continuance of pre- sent measures, cannot be averted. Let the People, before it is too late, take charge of their own interests, and apply the proper correctives. If the People be not true to themselves, to whom can they look for relief? When the oppressed children of Israel cried to Pharoah on account of their burdens, he taunted them, and refused their petition. They appealed to another tribunal, and the oppressor was overthrown. This Administration repels the com- plaints of the People, by telling them they are not to expect relief from those they have placed in power. If the heavens become brass above our heads, and the earth iron under our feet: if the ground refuse to reward the labour of the husbandman, and our cattle die on a thousand hills, we submit, without a murmur, to the will of Him whose right it is to reign. But, we deny that the People have no claim on civil Governments. Why did our forefathers separate from England? Because, when they were suffering under oppression, England refused to listen, or to relieve. She taxed her subjects, at the same time denying them the right of representation; and quartered her soldiers upon them, in order to compel submission to her oppressive SPEECH. 295 laws. And are we to submit to oppression, after having tasted the blessings of liberty? The proper corrective is in the peaceful remedy supplied by the balJot-box, not in the sword. Why should our adopted citizens support this Ad- ministration? Why did you leave the home of your fathers, to seek a dwelling-place in a New World? Because you were trampled in the dust by despotism. And you came to these shores that you might enjoy the blessings of plenty and of liberty; and that, as the generous reward of labour, you might become owners in the soil What will you have gained by having fled from one despotism, to be oppressed by another? It is your interest to aid in preserving the purity of our institutions, not only on account of yourselves and your children; but, also in behalf of your countrymen, who, in future days, may wish to find a refuge from the iron bondage of the Old World. Two hundred years ago, the Genius of Liberty rested on the rock of Plymouth—a second Ararat amidst the universal deluge of despotism. She has hovered over our soil, and extended her benefactions like the dews of heaven. A rich harvest of blessings has followed; and here man appreciates the dignity of his nature. He walks abroad in his own majesty; and, not fearing the frown of any tyrant, he bows down in humble adoration, and worships the God of Nations. Where else can liberty find a resting-place? Africa has been covered with thick darkness for six thousand years; and never, except for a period on her Northern shores, has civiliza- tion been found among her sable children. Ignorance 296 SPEECH. and superstition destroy the energies of man on the plains of Asia. Europe has been defiled with the blood of Poland; and the spirit of Kosciusko demands re- venge on the oppressors of the free. The Isles of the Sea have not received the light of civilization and of Christianity; and, where that light does not shine, liberty cannot dwell. Here, then, is her last resting-place; and the oppressed of every land, whose souls pant for freedom, may turn their longing eyes to our shores, and exclaim, "Wherever liberty dwells, there is my country." If she be exiled from our land, she must return to that world from which she came. JOHN WILKES.* The contest between Mr. Wilkes and the English Government, is one of the most remarkable cases in the political and judicial histoiy of England. Not- withstanding the striking analogy between that case, and a recent occurrence in this countiy, I have no knowledge that it has, during the late political contest, been made the subject of comment, or allusion by public speakers, or political writers. In 1762, a weekly political paper, called the Briton, was established for the defence of the measures of Lord Bute, and was conducted by Dr. Smollett. Mr. Wilkes, highly incensed at the abuse so bitterly lavished by this paper on his political friends, established another weekly paper for their defence, and styled it the North Briton. The forty-fifth number of this paper, con- taining remarks on a speech of the King in relation to the foreign policy of the Government, came under the notice of the law-officers of the Crown; and was pro- nounced by them to be an infamous and seditious libel, having a tendency to alienate the affections of the people from the King, and to excite insurrection. A general warrant—that vile instrument of oppres- *This article was written during the Autumn of 1840. 26 298 JOHN WILKES. sion, and so destructive of the liberty of the people— was issued, and returns made on it; and, notwith- standing each return made it functum officio, it was issued four times. This general warrant was served on Mr. Wilkes on the street; but, not finding his name in the instrument, he told the officer if he used vio- lence to him there, he would kill him on the spot, as the warrant was illegal, and a violation of the rights of an Englishman. The officer agreed to go to the house of Mr. Wilkes, who, constrained by force, was taken thence to the office of the Secretary of State. In order to evade the writ of habeas corpus which had been issued, his custody was changed four times in twelve hours; and he was finally committed to the Tower. His house was then searched by the officers: closets, bureaus, and drawers were broken open: all his papers—his will and private pocket-book among them—were collected, and taken to the office of the Secretary. Two noblemen offered to become his bail in one hundred thousand pounds each; but, their pro- posal was not noticed. Mr. Wilkes refused his consent to the offer to give bail, unless his health failed; as he was determined to test what protection British law would afford to a freeman. He was brought, by a writ of habeas corpus, before the Court of Common Pleas—Lord Chief-Justice Pratt presiding at this remarkable trial, which was to decide whether English liberty was a reality, or a shadow. He was discharged by the unanimous deci- sion of the Court. Regarded by the people as the champion of English liberty, he was carried in triumph JOHN WILKES. 299 and with acclamation by a vast multitude, and his liberation was celebrated by bonfires and illuminations. Actions at law were commenced against the officers who had been instruments in the proceeding, and heavy fines were imposed by the juries. Lord North confessed, during a debate in Parliament, that this case cost the Government more than one hundred thousand pounds. Lord Halifax, the Secretaiy of State, evaded a decision on his case until Mr. Wilkes was outlawed; and then advanced the plea, that, as an outlaw, he could not hold any action. After the outlawry was reversed, the action was revived; and a verdict of four thousand pounds damages was rendered against Lord Halifax. The results of this case, by the decision of a High Court of England, were, 1st. That there were but three cases which could possibly affect the privilege of a member of Parliament; viz. treason, felony, and a breach of the peace: and that, although a libel, in the sense of the law, was a high misdemeanour, it did not come within any one of these three cases. 2d. That the seizure of papers, except in cases of high treason, was illegal. 3d. That the warrant was illegal. When it is considered how important these decisions were to the private relations, and personal liberty of every man in the kingdom, it is not strange that Mr. Wilkes became the idol of the people; that he was elected Sheriff and Lord Mayor of London; and was repeatedly returned to Parliament, notwithstanding his expulsion from that body. He thus speaks of himself: "Whilst I live, I shall enjoy the satisfaction of thinking that I 300 JOHN WILKES. have not lived in vain: that my name will pass with honour to posterity for the part I have acted, and for my unwearied endeavours to protect and secure the persons, houses, and papers of my fellow-subjects, from arbitrary visits and seizures." When the results of this remarkable case are considered, the propriety of the description of it given by Mr. Burke—as a tragi- comedy acted by the officers of the Crown, at the expense of the Constitution—will be appreciated. These reminiscences of the political and judicial history of England have been caused by a recent case of the seizure of private papers. Such acts were not sanctioned by British law, eighty years ago, in the monarchical government of England. The name of Jeffries remains on the page of British history as a reproach to human nature, because he defiled the pure ermine of justice, that he might gratify the desires of a tyrannical master. While Justice suspends her scales her eyes are blinded, that she may be able to make her decisions without partiality. What says the Bill of Rights of the State in which this seizure was made? "The right of the People to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects against unreasonable searches and seizures, ought not to be violated; and no warrant can issue but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized."—I Rev. Stat. 93. The principles upon which this article of the Revised Statutes is based, have long been established in England; and are recognised by the Constitutions of all the States of the Union. JOHN WILKES. 301 What right had the heads of the civil and municipal law of the city of New York to seize, without judicial process, the private papers of a citizen? Is not a man's house his castle? Did not the individual to whose keeping the papers were entrusted, represent the owner? Were not these officers bound by the Bill of Rights? Are the authorized interpreters of the law, above all law? Justice must die, if her own dispen- sers be permitted to give her the fatal stab. Her tem- ples must perish, if her robes be worn by those whose putrescence generates the flames by which those tem- ples will be consumed. The time has arrived for a dispassionate examina- tion of the acts of the twelve past years. The excite- ment of party strife has ceased: the voice of constitu- tional liberty will again be heard. Now is the time to realize the beautiful sentiment of Milton, Peace has her victories, no less renowned than War. 26* WILLIAM LENHAR.T.* The seed which produces the most luxuriant harvest requires proper cultivation to make it minister to the necessities of man. The marble which is taken from the quarry has no attraction for the eye, until the chisel of the sculptor displays its tortuous veins, and gives the beauty of proportion. So, genius of the highest order—without the fostering care of patrons, and a suit- able field for its display—often lies buried with the unknown possessor; and mankind are little sensible that a brilliant sun has gone down in darkness, which, under more favourable circumstances, would have fer- tilized and adorned society. If Lord Clive had not been employed as a clerk in India, he would, probably, never have displayed that brilliant genius which gave him rank with the nobility of England, and astonished the world. William Lenhart was the son of a respectable silver- smith of York, Pennsylvania, where he was born in Januaiy, 1787. His education received but little attention until, when he was about fourteen years old, Dr. Adrain—then obscure,but since extensively known as a mathematician—opened a school in York, and *I am indebted to the Princeton Review for the facts on which this article is based. 304 WILLIAM LENHART. young Lenhart became one of his pupils. Adrain soon discovered the great mathematical talents of his pupil; and assumed towards him much of the relation of a companion in study. The rock was smitten, and the waters of genius commenced to flow in an abun- dant stream. Before he left the school of Dr. Adrain he became a contributor to the "Mathematical Corres- pondent"—a periodical published in ^sew York. When he was about seventeen, he entered as clerk a store in Baltimore. At that time he was remarkable for the beauty of his person, and the agreeableness of his manners. While he remained in Baltimore, he occupied his leisure hours with reading and mathema- tical studies; and he made contributions to the "Mathe- matical Correspondent;" and also to the "Analyst," published by Dr. Adrain in Philadelphia. At the age of seventeen, he obtained a medal for the solution of a mathematical prize question. After remaining in Baltimore about four years, Lenhart undertook the care of the books in a commer- cial house in Philadelphia. As a clerk and book- keeper he was unrivalled. Such was the estimation in which he was held by the house, that, after three years, they offered him a partnership, by the terms of which they were to supply the capital—his eminent personal services being considered by them as an equivalent. During this period he cultivated mathematicial science. Lenhart was now about twenty-four years old; and, thus far, his career—considering the difficulties with which he had to contend—had been one of great pros- perity and promise. As to the remainder, "shadows, WILLIAM LENHART. 305 clouds, and darkness rest upon it." When the pride of the forest is preyed upon by the worm, we are not pained by its gradual decay. The rude tempest passes by, and it falls in the beauty of its foliage. The majestic oak, as it stands upon the mountain-top, may be splintered by the lightning; but our feelings of regret, as we survey the prostrate trunk, are absorbed by the contemplation of the power of the Almighty. We have different emotions when it has been scathed, and withers, and every wind of heaven blows through its leafless branches. Deep must have been the anguish of Lenhart as he contemplated his situation, and felt that the bright prospects of his life were over- cast, almost as soon as the morning sun had arisen. But, he calmly bowed his head to the stroke; and his noble spirit enabled him to endure, with a martyr's patience, that which, in the amount of suffering, sur- passed the torture and the flame. About this period he sustained a serious injury in consequence of being thrown from a carriage. The result was paralysis of the lower extremities. His suf- ferings, during the subsequent sixteen years, were in- describable. The intervals of pain were employed with light literature and music. In the latter art he made great proficiency, and was supposed to be the best chamber flute-player in this country. He composed variations to some pieces of music, expressive of the anguish produced by the disappointment of his fondly cherished hopes of domestic happiness: hopes based on a matrimonial engagement,—the result of a mutual attachment from early life. These variations he would 306 WILLIAM LENHART. perform with such exquisite feeling as deeply to affect all who heard him. In 1828, having so far recovered as to walk with difficulty, he again fractured his leg by a fall. His sufferings, at this time, were almost too great for human nature to endure. The progress of his disease paralysed his lips, and he could no longer amuse himself by playing on the flute: and, as light literature did not give sufficient employment to his active mind, he relieved the weariness of his confine- ment by the pursuit of mathematical science. It was under such unfavourable circumstances that he made those advances in abstruse science which have conferred distinction on his name. A year before his death, he wrote to a friend the following sentence, which will be duly appreciated by the mathematical reader: "My af- flictions appear to me to be not unlike an infinite series, composed of complicated terms, gradually and regularly increasing—in sadness and suffering—and becoming more and more involved; and, hence, the abstruseness of its summation; but, when it shall be summed in the end, by the Great Arbiter and Master of all, it is to be hoped that the formula resulting, will be found to be not only entirely free from surds, but perfectly pure and rational, even unto an integer." Until 1828, Mr. Lenhart was oppressed to such a degree by complicated afflictions, that he did not de- vote his attention to mathematical science. After this period he resumed these studies for the purpose of mental employment; and contributed various articles to mathematical journals. In 1836, the publication of the Mathematical Miscellany was commenced in New WILLIAM LENHART. 307 York; and his fame wa3 established by his contribu- tions to that journal. I do not design to enter on a detail of his profound researches. He attained an eminence in science of which the noblest intellects might well be proud; and that too as an amusement, when suffering from afflictions which, we might sup- pose, would have disqualified him for intellectual la- bour. It will be sufficient to remark that he has left behind him a reputation—in the estimation of those who knew him—as the most eminent Diophantine Algebraist that has ever lived. The eminence of this reputation will be duly estimated when it is recollected that illustrious men—such as Euler, Lagrange, and Gauss—are his competitors for fame in the cultivation of the Diophantine Analysis. Well might he say, that he felt as if he had been admitted into the sanc- tum sanctorum of the great temple of Numbers, and permitted to revel amongst its curiosities. Notwithstanding his great mathematical genius, Mr. Lenhart did not extend his investigations into the modern analysis, and the differential calculus, as far as he did into the Diophantine Analysis. He thus ac- counts for it: "My taste lies in the old fashioned, pure Geometry, and the Diophantine Analysis, in which every result is perfect; and, beyond the exercise of these two beautiful branches of the mathematics, at my time of life, and under present circumstances, I feel no inclination to go." During the autumn of 1839, intense suffering and great emaciation indicated that his days were almost numbered. His intellectual powers did not decay; but, 308 WILLIAM LENHART. like the Altamont of Young, he was "still strong to reason, still mighty to suffer." He indulged in no murmurs on account of the severity of his fate. True nobility submits with grace to that which is inevitable. Caesar has claims on the admiration of posterity for the dignity with which, when he had received the dagger of Brutus, he wrapped his cloak around his person, and fell at the feet of Pompey's statue. Lenhart was con- scious of the impulses of his high intellect; and his heart must have swelled within him when he contem- plated the victories he might have achieved, and the laurels he might have won. But, he knew "his lot forbade" that he should leave other than "short and simple annals" for posterity. He died with the calm- ness imparted by philosophy and Christianity. Re- ligion conferred upon him her consolations in that hour when it is only by religion that consolation can be be- stowed: and, as he descended into the darkness and si- lence of the grave, he believed there was another and a better world, in which the immortal mind will drink at the fountain-head of knowledge, unencumbered with the decaying tabernacle of clay by which its lofty aspirations are here confined as with chains. \ 1 ■ -■• ■■'•■ '-V'^'::%-#}#^ •. v.r. J v.v.'wV. t~'r.\x..)XfSfir>\y) >-u^£33