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“ EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT." In vain the bells of war shall ring (LUTHER'S IIYMN.)

Of triumphs and revenges,

While still is spared the evil thing
BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

That severs and estranges.
We wait beneath the furnace blast,

But, blest the ear The pangs of transformation :

That yet shall hear Not painlessly doth God recast

The jubilant bell
And mould anew the nation.

That rings the knell
Hot burns the fire
Where wrongs expire;

"Of Slavery forever!
Nor spares the hand

Then let the selfish lip be dumb,
That from the land

And hushed the breath of sighing;
Uproots the ancient evil.

Before the joy of peace must come The hand-breadth cloud the sages feared

The pains of purifying. Its bloody rain is dropping;

God give us grace The poison plant the fathers spared

Each in his place
All clse is overtopping

To bear his lot,
East, West, South, North,

And murmuring not,
It curses the earth :

Enduro and wait and labor !
All justice dies,

- Independent. And fraud and lies Live only in its shadow.

NAPOLEON AT THE ISLE OF ST. HELENA, What gives the wheat-fields blades of steel? What points the rebel cannon?

BONAPARTE's returned from the wars of all What sets the roaring rabble's heel

fighting, On the old star-spangled pennon ? He has gone to a place which he'll never take What breaks the oath

delight in; Of the men o' the South ?,

He may sit there and tell of the scenes that he What whets the knife

has seen, oh, For the Union's life?

With his heart so full of woe, on the Isle of Hark to the answer :-SLAVERY!

Saint Helena. Then waste no blows on lesser foes

Louisa she mourns for her husband who's de In strife unworthy freemen, God lifts today the veil and shows

parted, The features of the demon.

She dreams when she sleeps, and she wakes broO North and South,

ken-hearted; Its victims both,

Not a friend to console her, even though he Can ye not cry,

might be with her, “Let Slavery die!"

But she mourns when she thinks of the Isle of

Saint Helena.
And union find in freedom ?
What though the cast-out spirit tear

No more in Saint Cloud shall he walk in sack The nation in his going,

splendor, We who have shared the guilt must sharo Or go on in crowds like the great Sir Alexander, The pang of his o'erthrowing!

The young King of Rome and the Prince of What c'er the loss,

Guiana, What e'er the cross,

Says he'll bring his father home from the Isle of Shall they complain

Saint Helena.
Of present pain
Who trust in God's hereafter ?
For who that leans on his right arm

All ye who have wealth, pray beware of ambiWas ever yet forsaken ?

tion, What righteous causo can suffer harm

Or some decree of Fate may soon change your If he its part has taken?

condition, Though wild and loud

Be ye steadfast and true, for what's to come se And dark the cloud,

can tell ne'er; Behind its folds His band upholds

Perhaps ye may end your days on the Isle of

Saint Helena.
The calm sky of to-morrow!
Above the maddening cry for blood,

The rude rushing waves all round the shore are Above the wild war-drumming,

washing, Let Freedom's voice be heard, with good The great billows heave against the wild rocks The evil overcoming.

dashing, Give prayer and purse

He may look to the moon, of the great Mount To stay The Curse

Diana, Whose wrong we share,

But his eyes are on the waves that surround Whose shame we bear,

Saint T lena. Whose end shall gladden Heaven !

-Suvj by a Texan to an Englishman.

MORIAL

From Blackwood's Magazine. of such all children, dogs, simpletons, and TIIE BOOK-HUNTER.

other creatures that have the instinct of the Few wiser things have ever been said odious in their nature, feel an innate loaththan that remark of Byron, that “man is ing. And yet it is questionable if your peran unfortunate fellow, and ever will be.” fectionized Sir Charles Grandison is quite Perhaps the originality of the fundamental so dangerous a character as your “miserable idea it expresses may be questioned, on the sinner,” vociferously conscious that he is the ground that the same warning has been frailest of the frail, and that he can do no enounced in far more solemn language, and good thing of himself. And indeed, in pracfrom a far more august authority. But there tice, we have known the external symptoms is originality in the vulgar every-day-world of these two characteristics so to alternate way of putting the idea, and this makes it in one disposition, as to render it evident suit our present purpose, in which, having that each is but the same moral nature under to do with a human frailty, we intend nei- a different external aspect-the mask, cowl, ther to be devout nor philosophical about it, varnish, crust, or whatever you like to call but to treat it in a thoroughly worldly and it, having been adapted to the external conpractical tone, and in this temper to judge ditions of the man--that is, to the society of its place among the defects and ills to he mixes in, the set he belongs to, the habwhich flesh is heir. It were better, perhaps, its of the age, and the way in which he proif we human creatures sometimes did this, poses to get on in life. and discussed our common frailties as each It is when the occasion arises for the mask himself partaking of them, then mount, as being thrown aside, or when the internal paswe are so apt to do, into the clouds of the- sions burst like a volcano through the crust, ology or of ethics, according as our temper- that terrible events take place, and the world ament and training are of the serious or of throbs with the excitement of some wonderthe intellectual order. True, there are many ful criminal trial : and here, as will happen of our brethren violently ready to proclaim both with talkers and writers, we are brought themselves frail mortals, miserable sinners, to the telling of a story we did not intend and no better, in theological phraseology, to tell, rather because it is good and little than the greatest of criminals. But such has known than that it is the most apt parable been our own unfortunate experience in life, that could be selected for the personation of that whenever we find a man coming forward our doctrine. It has often been observed with these self-denunciations on his lips, we that it is among the Society of Friends, who are prepared for an exhibition of intolerance, keep so tight a rein on the passions and prospiritual pride, and envy, hatred, malice, and pensities, that these make the most terrible all uncharitableness, towards some poor fel- work when they break loose. The present low-creature who has floundered a little out instance, however, belongs rather to the of the straight path, and, being all too con- droll than to the terrible. The hero of it scious of his errors, is not prepared to pro- was the first Quaker of that Barclay family claim them in those broad, emphatic terms which produced the apologist and the pugilwhich come so readily to the lips of the cen- ist. He was a colonel in the great civil sors, who at heart believe themselves spot- wars, and had seen wild work in his day; less,-just as complaints about poverty, and but in his old age a change came over him, inability to buy this and that, come from the and, becoming a follower of George Fox, he fat lips of the millionaire, when he shows retired to spend his old age on his ancestral you his gallery of pictures, his stud, and his estate in Kincardineshire. Here it came to forcing-frames.

pass that a brother laird thought the old No; it is hard to choose between the Quaker could be easily done, and began to two. The man who has no defect or crack encroach upon his marches. Barclay, a in his character—no tinge of even the minor strong man, with the iron sinews of his race, immoralities—no fantastic humor carrying and their fierce spirit still burning in his him sometimes off his feet—no preposterous eyes, strode up to the encroacher, and, with hobby—such a man, walking straight along a grim smile, spoke thus: “Friend, thou the surface of this world in the arc of a cir- knowest that I have become a man of peace cle, is a very dangerous character, no doubt; land have relinquished strife, and therefore thou art endeavoring to take what is not after the administration of patronage. But, thine own, but mine, because thou believest at the same time, the area of punishment that, having abjured the arm of the flesh, I or of “treatment,” as it is mildly termedcannot hinder thee. And yet, as thy friend, becomes alarmingly widened, and people I advise thee to desist; for shouldst thou require to look sharply into themselves lest succeed in rousing the old Adam within me, they should be tainted with any little frailty perchance he may prove too strong, not only or.peculiarity which may transfer them from for me, but for thee." There was no use of the class of free self-regulators to that of an attempt to answer such an argument. persons

“ under treatment." In Owen's The object of this rambling preamble is to parallelograms there were to be no prisons : win from the reader a morsel of genial fel- he admitted no power in one man to inflict low feeling towards the human frailty which punishment upon another for merely subwe are going to examine and lay bare before mitting to the dictates of natural propensihim, trusting that he will treat it neither ties which could not be resisted. But, at with the haughty disdain of the immaculate, the same time, there were to be hospitals in nor the grim charity of the “miserable sin- which not only the physically diseased, but ner.” It is a strong instance to cite, per- also the mentally and morally diseased, haps ; and yet there is some soundness in were to be detained until they were cured; the rather extreme tolerance of the old and when we reflect that the laws of the Aberdeen laird's wife, who, when her sister parallelogram were very stringent and milairdesses were enriching the tea-table con- nute, and required to be absolutely enforced versation with broad descriptions of the to the letter, otherwise the whole machinery abominable vices of their several spouses, said of society would come to pieces, like a watch her own“ was just a gueed, weel-tempered, with a broken spring, it is clear that these couthy, queat, innocent, daedlin, drucken hospitals would have contained a very large body-wi' nae ill practices aboot him ava !” portion of the unrationalized population.

What would our Social Progress, Band of There is rather too much of this sort of Hope, and Philanthropic League philoso- Owenism now among us, and it is therefore phers say to a charity like this? And here, with some little misgiving that we betray a by the way, we are reminded how perilous a brother's weakness, and lay bare the diagthing it is, in these days of enlightened nosis of a peculiar and interesting human thought and action, to draw attention to any frailty. Indeed, the bad name that proverkind of human frailty or folly, since the bially hangs the dog has already been given world is full of people who are prepared to to it, for bibliomania is older in the techdeal with ard cure it, provided only that nology of this kind of nosology than dipsothey are to have their own way with the dis-mania, which is, we understand, now an alease and the patient, and that they shall en- most established ground for seclusion, and joy the simple privilege of locking him up, deprivation of the management of one's own dieting him, and taking possession of his affairs. There is one ground of consolation, worldly goods and interests, as one who, by however, that, not being popular among the his irrational habits, or his outrages on the class of enlightened philanthropists, our exlaws of physiology, or the fitness of things, position may pass unnoticed, and the harmor some other neology, has satisfactorily es- less class on whose peculiar frailties we tablished his utter incapacity to take charge propose to devote a gentle and kindly exof his own affairs. No! This is not a cruel position may yet be permitted to go at large. age; the rack, the wheel, the boot, the As our first case, let us summon from the thumbikins, even the pillory and the stocks, shades our venerable friend, Archdeacon have disappeared ; death punishment is Meadow, as he was in the body. We see dwindling away, and if convicts have not him now—tall, straight, and meagre, but their full rations of cooked meat, or get with a grim dignity in his air which warms damaged coffee or sour milk, or are inade- into benignity as he inspects a pretty little quately supplied with flannels and clean clean Elzevir, or a tall portly Stephens, conlinen, there will be an outcry and an inquiry, cluding his inward estimate of the prize with and a Secretary of State will lose a percent- a peculiar grunting chuckle, known by the age of his influence, and learn to look better initiated to be an important announcement. This is no doubt one of the milder and more of this class of unfortunates, that the first inoffensive type, but still a thoroughly con- act of duplicity is immediately followed by firmed and obstinate case. Its parallel to an access of the disorder, and a reckless the classes who are to be taken charge of by abandonment to its propensities. The archtheir wiser neighbors is only too close and deacon had long passed this stage ere he awful; for have we not sometimes found the crossed our path, and had become thoroughly female members of his household, on occa- hardened. He was not remarkable for local sion of some domestic emergency–or, it may attachment; and in moving from place to be, for mere sake of keeping the lost man place, his spoil, packed in innumerable great out of mischief–have we not found them boxes, sometimes followed him, to remain searching for him on from bookstall unto unreleased during the whole period of his bookstall, just as the mothers, tives, and tarrying in his new abode, so that they were daughters of other lost men hunt them removed to the next stage of his journey through their favorite taverns ? Then, again, through life with modified inconvenience. can we forget that occasion of his going to Cruel as it may seem, we must yet notice London to be examined by a committee of another and a peculiar vagary of his malady. the House of Commons, when he suddenly He had resolved, at least once in his life, to disappeared with all his money in his pocket, part with a considerable proportion of his and returned penniless, followed by a wag- collection better to suffer the anguish of on containing three hundred and seventy- such an act than endure the fretting of contwo copies of rare editions of the Bible ? All tinued restraint. There was a wondrous were fish that came to his net. At one time sale by auction accordingly; it was someyou might find him securing a minnow for thing like what may have occurred at the sixpence at a stall—and presently afterwards dissolution of the monasteries at the Reforhe outbids some princely collector, and se- mation, or when the contents of some timecures with frantic impetuosity, “at any honored public library were realized at the price," a great fish he has been patiently time of the French Revolution. Before the watching for year after year. His hunting- affair was over, the archdeacon himself grounds were wide and distant, and there made his appearance in the midst of the were mysterious rumors about the numbers miscellaneous self-invited guests who were of copies, all identically the same in edition making free with his treasures. He preand minor individualities, which he pos- tended, honest man, to be a mere casual sessed of certain books. We have known spectator, who, having seen, in passing, the him, indeed, when beaten at an auction, announcement of a sale by auction, stepped turn round resignedly and say, "Well, so in like the rest of the public. By degrees be it-but I dare say I have ten or twelve he got excited, gasped once or twice as if copies at home, if I could lay hands on mastering some desperate impulse, avd at them.”

length fairly bade. He could not brazon It is a matter of extreme anxiety to his out the effect of this escapade, howerer, and friends, and, if he have a well-constituted disappeared from the scene. It was remind, of sad misgiving to himself, when the marked, however, that an unusual number collector buys his first duplicate. It is like of lots were afterwards knocked down to a the first secret dram swallowed in the fore- military gentleman, who seemed to have left noon—the first pawning of the silver spoons, portentously large orders with the auctioneer. or any other terrible first step downwards Some curious suspicions began to arise, you may please to liken it to. There is no which were settled by that presiding genius hope for the patient after this. It rends at bending over his rostrum, and explaining in once the veil of decorum spun out of the a confidential whisper that the military hero flimsy sophisms by which he has been de- was in reality a pillar of the church so disceiving his friends, and partially deceiving guised. bimself, into the belief that his previous The archdeacon lay under what, among purchases were necessary, or, at all events, the deluded victims of his malady, wus serviceable for professional and literary deemed a heavy scandal. He was suspected purposes. He now becomes shameless and of reading his own books--that is to say, hardened ; and it is observable in the career / when he could get at them; for there are those who may still remember his rather | totally different fashion. He was far from shamefaced apparition of an evening, peti- omnivorous. He had a principle of selectioning, somewhat in the tone with which tion peculiar and separate from all others, as an old schoolfellow down in the world re- was his own individuality from other men's. quests your assistance to help him to go to You could not classify his library according York to get an appointment-petitioning to any of the accepted nomenclatures peculfor the loan of a volume of which he could iar to the initiated. He was not a blacknot deny that he possessed numberless cop- letter man, or a tall-copyist, or an uncut ies lurking in divers parts of his vast col- man, or a rough-edge man, or an early-Englection. This reputation of reading the lish-dramatist, or an Elzevirian, or a broadbooks in his collection, which should be sider, or a pasquinader, or an old-brown-calf sacred to external inspection solely, is with man, or a tawny-moroccoite, or a gilt-topper, the initiated a scandal, such as it would be a marbled-insider, or an editio princeps man; among a hunting set to hint that a man had neither did he come under any of the more killed a fox. In the dialogues, not always vulgar classifications of an antiquarian, or a the most entertaining, of Dibdin's Biblio- belles-lettres, or a classical collector. There mania, there is this short passage: “I was no way of defining his peculiar walk save will frankly confess, rejoined Lysander, by his own name it was the Fitzpatrickthat I am an arrant bibliomaniac—that Smart walk. In fact, it wound itself in infiI love books dearly—that the very sight, nite windings through isolated spots of litertouch, and mere perusal—' 'Hold, my ary scenery, if we may so speak, in which he friend,' again exclaimed Philemon: ‘you took a personal interest. There were hishave renounced your profession-you talk torical events, bits of family history, chiefly of reading books—do bibliomaniacs ever of a tragic or a scandalous kind, -efforts of read books?'"

art or of literary genius on which, through Yes, our venerable friend read books-he some intellectual law, his mind and memory devoured them; and he did so to full prolific loved to dwell; and it was in reference to purpose. His was a mind enriched with va- these that he collected. If the book were ried learning, which he gave forth with full, the one desired by him, no anxiety and toil, strong, easy flow, like an inexhaustible per- no payable price, was to be grudged for its ennial spring coming from inner reservoirs, acquisition. If the book were an inch out never dry, yet too capacious to exhibit the of his own line, it might be trampled in the brawling, bubbling symptoms of repletion. mire for aught he cared, be it as rare or It was from a majestic heedlessness of the costly as it could be. It was difficult, albusy world and its fame that he got the char- most impossible, for others to predicate acter of indolence, and was set down as one what would please this wayward sort of who would leave no lasting memorial of his taste, and he was the torment of the bookgreat learning. But when he died, it was caterers, who were sure of a princely price not altogether without leaving a sign ; for for the right article, but might have the from the casual droppings of his pen has wrong one thrown in their teeth with conbeen preserved enough to signify to many tumely. It was a perilous, but, if successful, generations of students in the walk he chiefly a gratifying, thing to present him with a affected how richly his mind was stored, and book. If it happened to hit his fancy, he how much fresh matter there is in those fields felt the full force of the compliment, and of inquiry where compilers have left their overwhelmed the giver with his courtly dreary tracks for ardent students to culti- thanks. But it required great observation vate into a rich harvest. In him truly the and tact to fit one for such an adventure, bibliomania may be counted among the many for the chances against an ordinary thoughtillustrations of the truth so often moralized less gift-maker were thousands to one ; and on, that the highest natures are not exempt those who were acquainted with his strange from human frailty in some shape or other. nervous temperament, knew that the exist

Let us now summon the shade of another ence within his dwelling-place of any book departed victim-Fitzpatrick Smart, Esq. not of his own special kind, would impart He too, through a long life, had been a vig- to him the sort of feeling of uneasy horror ilant and enthusiastic collector, but after a / which a bee is said to feel when an earwig

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