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tion, and not an entirely unpractical one. It satellite, and carry us with it into the very is pretty certain that Lexell's comet went so uncomfortable extremes of heat and cold near to Jupiter, in 1779, as either to be ab- which these wandering bodies visit. Newsorbed into his system, or to have been pro- ton calculated our fate if the comet of 1680 jected into a very new and unanticipated path had fetched us away with it towards the sun. by his influence. It is satisfactory to find He held in that case, on the 8th December, that, as far as we can see, the unpleasant 1680, we should be sustaining a heat two consequences, so far as there were any, ap- thousand times greater than that of red-hot pear to have been borne by the comet and not iron ; and that if we could have been accliby the planet, as it gives us a faint hope that matized, like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abecwe might come off with equal success from nego, to this warm temperature, then, by the such an encounter if it should ever take time we had reached the aphelion of the place. There would be a moral satisfaction comet, we should be at the temperature of in either absorbing or putting to flight a empty space, that is, one hundred and twencomet which would afford a new “experi- ty-two degrees below the zero of Fahrenheit, ence” that even Goethe might envy. The as it is computed. M. Arago, however, enterinterest with which we should receive our ing with zeal into the controversy, rebukes astronomers' reports of the approach, the Newton. Doubtless, he says, it would grow emphasis with which the American papers very hot on approaching the sun, but“ would circulate the latest intelligence as to all the liquid masses that cover the earth the details of a crisis which might end in being converted into vapor, will produce a clean sweep of the globe, can be readily thick layers of clouds that will diminish the realized. It might be, indeed, that the as- action of the sun in a proportion impossible tronomers would be altogether unable to re- to assign numerically.” Again, as to the port progress, for the theory has been ad-cold and dark period of aphelion, "experivanced by eminent men that the universal ence proves that man can sustain degrees of fogs of 1783 and 1831, which occasioned so cold from fifty-six to fifty-eight degrees bemuch alarm, were the result of entering the low the zero of Fahrenheit, and a heat of edge of the hazy tail of a comet, which might two hundred and sixty-six degrees if he is have suffocated us had we been completely placed in certain hygrometric conditions. immersed. “The fog of 1783 lasted a month: There is nothing, therefore, to prove that It began almost on the same day in places in the hypothesis that the earth should bevery remote from each other. It extended come the satellite of a comet, the human from the North of Africa to Sweden ; it oc- race must necessarily perish from thermocupied, too, a large part of North America, metric changes.” but it did not extend over the sea. It rose
There is a true grandeur in this steady above the loftiest mountains. It did not ap- facing of such a destiny. To pass, first, pear to be carried by the wind, and the most through the very blaze of the sun's fire, and abundant rains, the strongest winds, were then for a couple of centuries to be losing unable to dissipate it. It gave out a disa- light and heat will not a ray of either could greeable odor; was very dry, did not at all reach us from it, might not, the astronomers affect the hygrometer, and possessed the maintain, be fatal to human civilization. It property of phosphorescence.” Here was a is a magnificent dream; and whatever we clear case for cometary conjecture; and if may think of the disadvantages of so dreary entrance into the tail of a comet could pro- a journey into a world where our coal and duce such results, it is quite possible we gas would certainly not last us very long unmight be annihilated without the horrors of less the supply were replenished during the anticipating our fate, as a blinding fog would fiery section of it, the sense that such an disarm the telescopic explorers.
event is even one of the possibilities, must A still more exciting suggestion, however, continue to lend a good deal of zest to our has been gravely discussed—whether an ap- astronomy, and flavor our comet-gazing with proaching comet may not some day come so something of practical interest that no mere near us as to catch away the earth as its fireworks could give.
." THE GOOD SHIP EUROPE'S ROTTEN “ Yet they call Saint Peter's rope here CABLE.
Europe's stoutest stay ! The good ship Europe rides at anchor,
If it be, Heaven help our hope here
In this rock-girt bay!
For I see its strands a-parting
Slowly one by one;.
Everywhere its hemp is starting,
Rotted, rent, undone,
For our trust in't we are smarting,
As ashore we run !
“ So much for the best-bower tackle, And the shingles grind.
Truth is good to know,
But let idlers skulk and cackle Closer still the shoals environ,
In the hold below. Watch on deck, take heed !
Gallant lads new tackle veer up Pay out cable, hemp and iron,
From the cable-tier, Ne'er was direr need !
Lift sad hearts, - sad faces clear up Revolution's rock to larboard,
With a lusty cheer; Blood-red, waits its prey;
Work, and hope the good ship Europe Despotism's cliffs, to starboard,
Still may stay and steer.” Iron walls display;
-Punch Rides the Britain, good ship, harbored Safe in Freedom's bay!
“OUR BANNER IN THE SKY."
INSCRIBED TO MR. CHURCH. “ Tell us, pilot, what's the cable Doth the ship retain ?
Look up, look up, my brothers ! Stout the stuff must be that's able
Take courage as ye see To abide the strain !
Upon the gates of morning, Strands, if hempen, twisted toughly,
Our Banner floating free ! Links, if iron, strong,
Like him of classic story, Groaning, grinding, chafing roughly,
The cross-led Constantine, As we surge along,
Behold the heavenly omen, While the breakers' roar falls grufily
And “conquer by that sign.” Reef and shoal among ?
O Banner of the morning,
Lead our victorious way! Quoth the Pilot, with a shiver,
O dawn of glorious promise, " Cables ! Heaven forfend
The nation waits thy day! We should trust them to deliver
O Banner, and O Morning! Us from evil end.
Fair, radiant, fresh, and free; On the best-bower, see the rotten
Henceforth as one glad symbol Cable chafe and fray,
Your stars and stripes shall be! From Saint Peter's bark, when gotten,
Poor traitor! Thou who dreamest 'Twas good stuff, they say,
To trample in the dust As well trust a thread of cotton
This starry, morning banner, As that rope to-day !
Our symbol is our trust.
When thou canst quench the day-star, “ Then Saint Peter's bark was tighter
And pale the Orient's bars, Than our ship, I trow;
Then hope that thou canst tarnish By the stern she floated lighter,
These kindred stripes and stars. Lighter by the bow,
-Evangelist The Apostle he might rig her
Square or fore and aft;
A MYTH ABOUT THE NIGHTINGALES. Heavier of draught,
Waat spirit moves the choiring nightingales Tonnage of a different figure,
To utter forth their notes so rich and clear? Quite another craft !
What purport hath their music which prevails
At midnight, thrilling all the silent air? “ Once the saint to sea could venture
'Tis said, some weeks before the hen-birds land With a priestly crew,
Upon our shores, their tuneful mates appear, Now we cancel cach indenture
And in that space, by hope and sorrow spanned, Where a priest 's to do.
Their choicest melodies are ours to hear. No more the cross-keys bedizzen
And is it so ? For solace till they meet As of old, our flag ;
Do these low calls and answers haunt the grove At the fore, and main, and mizzen, Do these wild voices, round me and above, Blows another rag,
Of amorons forethought and condolence treat ? While Blue Peter we imprison
Well may such lay be sweetest of the sweet, In the foul-clothes bag'
That aims to fill the intervals of love!
POETRY. – Mrs. Browning's last Poem, 514. The Crisis, 514. Dependence on God, 614. After the Battle, 528. Not Yet! 528. After Three Days, 546. Alas! 546. Armageddon, 576.
SHORT ARTICLES.—Daniel Safford, 527, Balloons in War, 542. Female Printers, 542. Signs of Poisons, 545. Book Sale, 545. The Comet, 558. Not exactly Rosewater, 571.
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MRS. BROWNING'S LAST POEM.
THE CRISIS. A VIEW ACROSS THE ROMAN CAMPAGNA.
Our country's fate! for good or ill, on us the
burden lies; 1861.
God's balance, watched by angels, is hung across
the skies. OVER the dumb campagna-sca,
Shall Justice, Truth, and Freedom turn the Out in the offing through mist and rain,
poised and trembling scale? St. Peter's Church leaves silently
Or shall Evil triumph, and robber Wrong pre
vail ? Like a mighty ship in pain,
Shall the broad land, o'er which our flag in Facing the tempest with struggle and strain.
starry splendor waves, Forego through us its freedom, and bear the
tread of slaves ? Motionless waifs of ruined towers,
Soundless breakers of desolate land ! The Crisis presses on us; face to face with as it The sullen surf of the mist devours
stands, That mountain-range upon either hand,
With solemn lips of question, like the Sphinx Eaten away from its outline grand.
in Egypt's sands: This day we fashion Destiny! our web of Fate
we spin; And over the dumb campagna-sea
This day, for all hereafter, choose we holiness or Where the ship of the Church heaves on to Even now, from starry Gerizim, or Ebal's cloudy wreck,
crown, Alone and silent as God must be
We call the dews of blessing, or the bolts of The Christ walks !--Ay, but Peter's neck
cursing down! Is stiff to turn on the foundering deck.
By all for which the martyrs bore their agony
and shame; Peter, Peter, if such be thy name,
By all the warning words of truth with which Now leave the ship for another to steer,
the prophets caine; And proving thy faith everinore the same
By the Future which awaits us; by all the hopes
which cast Come forth, tread out through the dark and drear,
Their faint and trembling beams across the blackSince He who walks on the sea is here!
ness of the past; And by the blessed thought of Him who for
Earth's freedom died, Peter, Peter !-he does not speak
O my people! O my brothers ! let us choose the He is not as rash as in old Galilee.
the righteous side!
John G. WHITTIEB. Safer a ship though it toss and leak,
Than a reeling foot on a rolling sea!
DEPENDENCE ON GOD.
In the mid silence of the voiceless night,
Whom in the darkness doth my spirit seek, Peter, Peter!-he does not stir
O God! but thee? His nets are heavy with silver fish: He reckons his gains, and is keen to infer, And if there be a weight upon my breast, ..“ The broil on the shore, if the Lord should Some vague impression of the day foregone, wish,
Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to thee,
And lay it down.
In token of anticipated ill,
My bosom takes no heed of what it is, Fisher of fish wouldst thou live instead,
Since 'ris thy will.
Cheating the market at so much a head, For, oh! in spite of past and present care,
Passes that silent, soliary liour,
My God, with thee! At the triple crow of the Gallic cock
More tranquil than the silence of the night, Thou weep'st not, thou, though thine eyes be More peaceful than the silence of that hour, dazed :
More blest than any thing, my spirit lies
Within thy power.
Of all that it can give or take from me?
O God! but thee?
From The New Englander. grandfather," wholly to relieve the public PRIVATE CHARACTER OF THOMAS JEF- mind of its settled convictions. FERSON.
Jefferson has now been dead about six and The Life of Thomas Jefferson. By Henry S. thirty years, and before the prescribed time,
Randall, LL.D. New York; Derby and before his half century of posthumous fame
Jackson. 1858. 3 vols. 8vo. North American Review, No. 188, July, 1860. the course of human events it becomes neces
has run out, his canonization is called for. "In The North American Review, following the sary,” if not to install him outright in sainta partisan biography of Dr. Randall, has under-ship, to take the steps of initiation, to begin the taken to defend the private character of ceremony by examining bis credentials, exThomas Jefferson. It is one of the few in- tolling his virtues, concealing his faults, exposstances in which that able quarterly has left ing his remains, and by pointing his adorers to the discussion of grave questions in history to the beatified object of their worship. Before, give a like importance to family affairs and however, he is admitted to full celestial honors, trivial details, at the risk of doing some dam- we have something so say in disparagement age to its fame for affording only “ solid arti- of his claims to such exaltation. cles.” Its thrifty laurels in the logical de
“ The characters of her great men,” says the partment seem not to have been cared for any Review, by way of introduction, "are a part more than its usual conservatism when cer- of the nation's wealth. For a time, while tain topics of Christian faith and duty claim party conflict rages, the people may seem inits attention. Over-confident in hasty con- different to this portion of their possessions ; clusions, and disposed to cast “ theological nay, one half of them may appear to take odium” upon the religion of New England pride in destroying it. But the lapse of a fifty years ago, it has stepped forth with the generation or two removes much that is exalacrity of an accepted champion to vindicate traneous and accidental from the history of the private character of a man, who, whatever the conspicuous agents in public events ; may be said of his intellectual eminence or ch res that were based not on facts but on distinguished public services, has certainly inferences pass into oblivion; and acts that never been esteemed for moral purity or prac- were viewed with abhorrence when recent, tical piety.
are seen in retrospect to have been excusaIn some old pamphlets before us relating to ble, innocent, and even praiseworthy. Such Jefferson's personal history, though particular has been the case with regard to Mr. Jefferinstances of disgraceful conduct or impious son.” This paragraph, with the exception of speech are affirmed or denied, his reputation the last sentence, is certainly true, and we for free thinking and loose morality is admit- have to add only, what is equally clear, that ted. The wonder seems to be that the good in estimating the nation's wealth in great people of the country should make such an men much will depend upon the genuineness ado about the private failings of a public man of the article. Spurious greatness
, or greatexposed to peculiar temptations. What con- ness reckoned by figures of speech without temporaneous writers and speakers affirmed, exact calculations, or at its appraisement in posterity has believed. Rumor has been very market, or on a sliding scale to meet the decommunicative on the subject. The offensive mand of “progressive history,” will not, matales afloat now, particularly in the region of terially, add to that species of property of Monticello, concerning the practices of the which the Review speaks. “This portion of
“ great statesman during his repose from official their possessions,” too, to which at times the duties and after his final retirement to private people may seem indifferent, admits of valualife, would fill two or three volumes as bulky tion according to kind as well as quality. as Dr. Randall's. Many of these anecdotes Intellectual power, lasting achievements in are probably false or exaggerated statements state policy, diplomacy, or letters, moral exof facts generally credited. It will require, cellence in public or private life, are worth however, more than one short article, even more than physical force, transient, political, though indorsed by so respectable a review or literary honors, or the most polished deas the North American, and founded on a portment without the charm of virtue. If in granddaughter's recollections of her “ dear our haste to multiply our treasures, we mis