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nary pile erected in its stead, still we only deepened Peace! Here-though saw down into the old consecrated yet the voice of the great city will foundation ! Had the very street not be hushed and there is heard been swept away—its name and its ever a suppressed murmur—a sounddust-still the air was holy—and more a noise-a growl-dissatisfied with the beautiful overhead the blue gleam of Sabbath-here, the power that de. the sky!

scends from the sky upon men's And in the midst of all that noisy hearts stilling them against their wills world of the present, that noisy and into a sanctity so alien to their usual miserable world—in the midst of it life, is felt to have even a more suband pervading it-might not even our lime consecration! “ The still small youthful eye see the spirit of Reli- voice” speaks, in the midst of all that gion ? And feel, even when most as- unrepressed stir, the more distinctly, tounded with sights and sounds of because so unlike to the other sounds, wickedness, that in life there was with which it mingles not ; that there still a mens divinior

is another life, “not of this noisy “ Mens agitat molem et magno se corpore world, but silent and divine,” is felt miscet.”

from the very disturbances that will Christianity spoke in Sabbath-bells, not lie at rest ; and though hundreds not “ swinging slow with sullen roar,” of thousands heed it not, the tolling like the curfew of old, extinguishing of that great bell from the Cathedral the household fires on all hearths ; but, strikes of death and judgment. high up in the clearer air, the belfry In the high Cathedral, of tower and spire sent a sweet sum “ Where through the long-drawn aisle and mons, each over its own region, to fa

fretted vault, milies to repair again to the house of The pealing anthem swells the note of praise,” God, where the fires of faith, hope, we called to mind the low kirk and its and charity, might be rekindled on the Psalms. The kirk near the modest altar of the religion of peace.

The manse, in which our boyhood few sweet solemn faces of old men-of away-with its decent pews, little loft, husbands and fathers, and sons and and unambitious pulpit—the friendly brothers—the fair faces of matrons faces of the rural congregation—the and virgins—the gladsome faces of grave elders sitting in their place of children

honor—the pious preacher, who to us

had been as a father !-Oh! many“ For piety is sweet to infant minds"

toned are the voices on the Sabbath, were seen passing along the sobered all praising and worshipping God !streets, whose stones, but a few hours List—list, in the hush of thy spirit, ago, clanked to the mad rushing to and all Christian lands are sounding and fro of unhallowed feet, while the

with one various hymn ! air, now so still, or murmuring but

And then London, ere long, bewith happy voices, attuned to the spirit of the day, was lately all astir came to us—in all its vastness-even

as our very home! For all undiswith rage, riot, and blasphemy!

turbed amidst the din, and murmuring “ Such ebb and flow must ever be, internally, each with its own peculiar Then wherefore should we mourn !”

character of domestic joys, with Sweet is the triumph of religion on laughter and with song-how many the Sabbath-day, in some solitary dwellings for us did open their hosglen, to which come trooping from a pitable doors, and welcome us in, hundred braes, all the rural dwellers, with blessings, beneath their social disappearing, one small family party roofs ! Our presence brought a brightafter another, into the hushed kirk- er expression into their partial eyes ; now, as the congregation has collect- our mirth never seemed otherwise ed, exhaling to heaven, as a flower than well-timed to them, not yet did bank exhales its fragrance, the voice our melancholy--nor failed either to of Psalms ! But there Piety has awaken congenial feelings in the

breasts of those to whom we were with its own--nor let us fear to detoo undeservedly dear.

clare it beneath those sunny skiesOh! the great pleasure of friend- with its blameless, at least not sinful, ships formed in youth ! where chance charm. Now carried on a stream of awakens sympathy, accident kindles endless, various, fluctuating converse, affection—and Fortune, blind and with a friend, more earnest, more enrestless on her revolving wheel, fa- thusiastic, more impassioned than ourvors, as if she were some serene-eyed selves—and nature filled not our veins and steadfast divinity, the purest pas- with frozen blood-along streets and sions of the soul ! As Friendship was squares, all dimly seen or unseen, and added to Friendship, as Family after the faces and figures of the crowds Family, Household after Household, that went thronging by, like the faces became each a new part of our en- and figures in some regardless dream! larged being, how delightful, almost Now a-foot along pleasant pathevery successive day, to feel our know- ways, for a time leading through reledge growing wider and warmer of tired and sylvan places, and then sudthe virtues of the character of Eng- denly past a cluster of cottages, or into land ! Perhaps some unconscious na- a pretty village, almost a town, and tionality had been brought with us purposely withholding our eyes from from our native braes-narrowing our the prospect, till we had reached range of feeling, and inclining some- one well remembered eminence-and times to unjust judgments and un- then the glorious vision seen from kindly thoughts. But all that was Richmond Hill ! Where, where, on poor or bad in that prejudice, soon the face of all the earth, can the roammelted away before the light of bold ing eye rest in more delighted repose English eyes, before the music of than on the “ pleasant villages and bold English speech.

farms" that far and wide compose The Friends, too, whom in those that suburban world, so rich in trees sacred hours we had taken to our alone, that were there no other beauhearts, linked, along with other more ty, the poet could even find a paradise human ties, by the love of literature both for week-day and Sabbath hours, and poetry—and with whom we had in the bright neighborhood of London! striven to enter

Endless profusion and prodigality of « The cave obscure of old Philosophy,"

art, coping almost successfully with

nature ! Wealth is a glorious thing and when starry midnight shone se- in such creations. Riches are the renely over Oxford's towers and tem- wands of Magicians.

Poverty bleakples, sighed-vainly sighed—with un

ens the earth-in her region grandeur satisfied longings and aspirations, that is bare—and we sigh for something would not let us rest, to “unsphere that is not among the naked rocks. the spirit of Plato”--they too were But here from the buried gold, groves often with us in the wide metropolis, rise with such loads of verdure, that where, wide as it is, dear friends can

but for their giant boughs and branchnot almost be for a single day, but by es, their heads would be bowed down some happy fortune they meet ! How to the lawns and gardens, gorgeous all grasped-clasped were then our hands with their flushing flowers, naturalized and our hearts! How all college re in the all-bearing soil of England, collections—cheerful and full of glee from all climes, from the occident to -or high and of a solemn shade the orient! came over us from the silence of those

But where cease the suburban still retreats, in the noise of the rest- charms of the Queen of Cities ? Manless London ! Magdalen, Mertoun, sion after mansion-each more beauOriel, Christ-Church, Trinity-how tifully embowered than another-or pleasant were your names !

more beautifully seated on some genHundreds of morning, meridian, tly undulating height, above the farevening, midnight meetings! Each sweeping windings of the silver

Thames, is still seen by the roamer's sails in sunshine, her clouds into the eye, not without some touch of vain sky; and as the Ocean-Queen bears up envy at his heart of those fortunate in the blast, how grand her stern-and ones, for whom life thus lavishes all its what a height above the waves tumelegance and all its ease-Oh, vain envy bling a-foam in her wake! Now seatindeed, for who knows not that all hap- ed on the highest knoll of all the piness is seated alone in the heart !- bright Malvern Hills in breathless till, ere he remembers that far-off Lon- delight, slowly turning round our don has vanished quite away, he looks head in obedience to the beauty and up, and lo! the Towers of Windsor— grandeur of that panorama-matchless the Palace of Old England's Kings !. on earth-we surveyed at one moment

Nor are those “ sylvan scenes” county upon county, of rich, merry, unworthily inhabited. Travel city- sylvan England, mansioned, abbeyed, crowded continents, sail in some cir- towered, spired, castled ; and at ancumnavigating ship to far and fair other, different, and yet not discordisles, that seem dropt from heaven in- ant, say, rather, most harmonious with to the sea, yet shall your eyes behold that other level scene, the innumerous no lovelier living visions than the mountains of Wales, cloud-crested, daughters of England. Lovelier or clearly cutting with outlines free, never visited poet's slumbers nightly flowing or fantastic, here the deep -not even when before him in youth blue, there the dark purple, and yon“ Hope, enchanted, smiled, and waved her der the bright crimson sky! Now golden hair !"

borne as on an angel's wing, and in the Wafted away, we knew not, cared very waist and middle of the night,” not whither, on the wings of wonder we sat down a Solitary on Derwent and admiration,-when, during the Water's shore, long Summer silence, the towers of

“ While the cataract of Lodore Oxford kept chiming to deserted Peal'd to our orisons !" courts and cloisters,—all England, its Now while Luna and her nymphs dedowns, its wolds, its meadows, its lighted to behold their own beauty on plains, its vales, its hills, its mountains, its breathless bosom, we hung in a litminsters, abbeys, cathedrals, castles, tle skiff, like a water-lily moored in palaces, villages, towns, and cities, all moonshine, in the fairest of all fair became tributary to our imagination, scenes in nature, and the brightest of gazing upon her glories with a thou- all the bright--how sweet the music

Now we breathed the of her name, as it falls from our lips fragrance of Devonia's myrtle bowers with a blessing-Windermere-Win

from St. Michael's Mount dermere ! “ looked to Bayona and the Giant's

And thus we robbed all England of Hold,” now wept and worshipped at her beauty and her sublimity, her the grave of Shakspeare, or down

grandeur and her magnificence, and the yellow Avon thought we saw sail- bore it all off and away treasured in ing her own sweet stately swan! Now

our heart of hearts. Thus, the towers gazed in dread astonishment on Ports- and temples of Oxford were haunted mouth's naval arsenal, and all that with new visions—thus in London we machinery-sublime, because of the

were assailed by sounds and sights power that sets it a-going, and far from the far-off solitude of rocks, and more, because of the power that it cliffs, and woods, and mountains, on sends abroad, winged and surcharged whose summits hung setting suns, or with thunder, all over the main-ships rose up in spiritual beauty the young without masts, sheer-hulks, majestic crescent moon, or crowded unnumand magnificent even in that bare bered planets, or shone alone in its black magnitude, looming through the lustre, morning or evening gloaming—and lo!

“ The star of Jove, so beautiful and large,” a First-rater, deck above deck, tier above tier of guns, sending up, as she as if the other eyes of heaven were

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afraid to sustain the serenity of that are the thoughts born that bring clouds one orb divine !

across our souls? The study of phyBut still as the few soul-brighten- sics is sublime, for the student feels ing, soul-strengthening suns of youth as if mounting the lower steps of the rolled on,—those untamed years, of ladder leading up to God in the skies. which every day, it might seem in- But the metaphysics of our own moral, deed every hour, brought the con our own intellectual being, sublimer sciousness of some new knowledge, far! when reason is her own object, some new feeling, that made the pre- and conscience, by her own light, sees sent greater than the past, and was into her own essence ! giving perpetual promise of a still And where shall such studies be greater future,-promise that was the best pursued ? Not alone in the sadivine manna of hope-while the cred silence of the Academic Groveworld of nature continued to our eyes, although there should be their glimour hearts, and our imaginations, dear- mering beginnings, and there their er and more dear, saddened or sub- glorified but still obscurest end. But limed by associations clothing with through the dim, doubting, and often green gladness the growth of the sorely disturbed intermediate time, young, with hoary sadness, the decay when man is commanded by the being of the old trees,

within him to mingle with man, when “ Moulding to beauty many a mouldering smiles, and sighs, and tears, are most tower;"

irresistible, and when the look of an and in storm or sunshine, investing eye can startle the soul into a passion with a more awful or a more peaceful of love or hate, then it is that human character the aspect of the many- nature must be studied-or it will shipped sea,-even then, when the remain unknown and hidden for everworld of the senses was in its prime, must be studied by every human beand light and music did most prodi- ing for himself, in the poetry and phigally abound in the air and the wa- losophy of Life! as that life lies ters, in the heavens and on the earth, spread before us like a sea! At first, we rejoiced with yet a far exceeding like delighted, wondering, and fearful joy, we longed with yet a far exceeding children, who keep gazing on desire, we burned with yet a far exceed- waves that are racing like living creaing passion, for all that was growing tures from some far-off region to momently brighter and more bright, these their own lovely and beloved darker and more dark, vaster and shores,—or still with unabated admimore vast, within the self-discovered ration, at morning, see the level sands region of mind and spirit! There yellowing far away, with bands of swept along each passion, like a great beautiful birds walking in the sun, or, wind—there the sudden thought

having trimmed their snowy plumage, “ Shot from the zenith like a falling star !"

wheeling in their pastime, with many We wished not to “ have lighten

wild-mingled cries, in the glittering ed the burden of the mystery of all

air,—with here—there-yonder some that unintelligible world !

It was

vessel seemingly stranded, and fallen the mystery which, trembling, we

helpless on her side, but waiting only loved-awaking suddenly to the quak

for the tide to waken her from her ing of our own hearts, at solitary rest, and again to waft her, on her remidnight, from the divine communion expanded wings, away into the main ! of dreams, that like spirits for ever

Then, as the growing boy becomes haunted our sleep.

more familiar with the ebb and the

flow-with all the smiles and frowns 'Tis mind alone-bear witness, heaven and earth!

on the aspect--all the low and sweet, 'Tis mind alone that in itself contains all the loud and sullen, tones of the The beauteous or sublime !"

voice of the sea-in his doubled deWhere are the blasts born that bring light he loses half his dread, launchthe clouds across the stars ? Where es his own skiff, paddles with his own 2

ATHENEUM, VOL. 1, 3d series.

oar, hoists his own little sail—and, an hour may bring forth? Decay and ere long, impatient of the passion that destruction have "ample room and devours him, the passion for the won- verge enough,” in such a City; and ders and dangers that dwell on the great in one year they can do the work of deep, on some day disappears from many generations. This century is but his birth-place and his parents' eyes, young-scarcely hath it reached its and, years afterwards, returns a prime. But since its first year rolled thoughtful man from his voyaging round the sun, how many towers and round the globe !

temples have in ever-changeful LonTherefore, to know ourselves, we

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to the earth !” How many sought to penetrate into the souls of risen up whose “ statures reach the other men—to be with them in the sky !” Dead is the old King in his very interior of their conscience, when darkness, whom all England loved they thought no eye was upon them and reverenced. Princes have died, but the eye of God. 'Twas no se- and some of them left not a nameclusion of the spirit within itself to mighty men of war have sunk, with all take cognizance of its own acts and their victories and all their trophies, movements; but we were led over vainly deemed immortal, into oblithe fortunes and works of human be- vion !-Mute is the eloquence of Pitt's ings wherever their minds have acted and of Canning's voice !-And thouor their steps have trod.

sands, unknown and unhonored, as Is it wonderful then that we, like wise, or brave, in themselves as good other youths with a soul within them, and as great as those whose temples mingled ourselves and our very being fame hath crowned with everlasting with the dark, bright, roaring, hush- halo, have dropt the body, and gone ed, vast, beautiful, magnificent, guilty to God. How many thousand fairest and glorious London !

faces, brightest eyes, have been exWhat forbids us even now exultingly tinguished and faded quite away! to say, that nature had not withheld Fairer and brighter far to him whose from us the power of genial delight in youth they charmed and illumined, all the creations of genius ; and that than any eyes that shall ever more she shrouded, as with a gorgeous gaze on the flowers of earth, or the canopy, our youth, with the beauty stars of heaven! and magnificence of a million dreams? Methinks the westering sun shines Lovely to our eyes was all the loveli- cooler in the garden—that the shades ness that emanated from more gifted are somewhat deepened-that the spirits, and in the love with which we birds are not hopping round our head, embraced it, it became our very own! as they did some hour ago—that in We caught the shadows of high their afternoon siesta they are mute. thoughts as they passed along the Another set of insects are in the air. wall, reflected from the great minds The flowers, that erewhile were broad meditating in the hallowed shade! and bright awake, with slumbering And thenceforth they peopled our be- eyne are now hanging down their ing! Nor haply did our own minds heads; and those that erewhile seemnot originate some intellectual forms ed to slumber, have awoke from their and combinations, in their newness day-dreams, and look almost as if fair, or august-recognized as the pro- they were going to speak. Have you duct of our own more elevated moods, a language of your own-dear creaalthough unarrayed, it might be, in tures-for we know that ye have words, or passing away with their sym- loves ? But hark, the Gong-the bols into oblivion, nor leaving a trace Gong ! in the hand of John, smitbehind-only a sense of their transito- ing it like the slave of some Malayry presence, consolatory and sublime! chief. In our Paradise there is “ fear

Often do we vainly dream that that dinner cool," inortal man must Time works changes only by ages—hy eat—and thus endeth “Our Midsumcenturies ! But who can tell what even MER-DAY'S DREAM."

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