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stopped! We reckon Johnson's “talent of si- out, and examined with inicroscopes by friend lence" to be among his great and too rare gifts. and foe; yet was there no Lie found in him. Where there is nothing farther to be done, there His Doings and Writings are not shows bul pershall nothing farther be said : like his own poor formances : you may weigh them in the balance, blind Welshwoman, he accomplished some- and they will stand weight. Not a line, not a what, and also "endured fifty years of wretched-sentence is dishonestly done, is other than it ness with unshaken fortitude.” How grim was pretends to be. Alas! and he wrote not out Life to him; a sick Prison-house and Doubt- of inward inspiration, but to earn bis wages : ing-castle! “His great business," he would and with that grand perennial tide of popular profess," was to escape from himself." Yet delusion” flowing by; in whose waters he towards all this he has taken his position and nevertheless refused to fish, to whose rich resolution; can dismiss it all “with frigid in- oyster-beds the dive was too muddy for him. difference, having little to hope or to fear.” Observe, again, with what innate batred of Friends are stupid and pusillanimous and parsi. Cant, he takes for himself, and offers to others monious; “wearied of his stay, yet offended at the lowest possible view of his business, wbich his departure :” it is the manner of the world. he followed with such nobleness. Motive for “ By popular delusion,” remarks he with a writing he had none, as he often said, but gigantic calmness, " illiterate writers will rise money; and yet he wrote so. Into the region into renown:" it is portion of the History of of Poetic Art he indeed never rose; there was English Literature ; a perennial thing, this no ideal without him avowing itself in his same popular delusion; and will alter the work: the nobler was that unavowed ideal character of the Language.

which lay within him, and commanded, saying, Closely connected with this quality of Valour, Work out thy Artisanship in the spirit of an partly as springing from it, partly as protected Artist! They who talk loudest about the digby it, are the more recognisable qualities of nity of Art, and fancy that they too are Artistic Truthfulness in word and thought, and Hones- guild-brethren, and of the Celestials,- let them ty in action. There is a reciprocity of in- consider well what manner of man this was, fuence here: for as the realizing of Truthful- who selt himself to be only a hired day-labourer. ness and Honesty is the Life-light and great A labourer that was worthy of his hire; thai aim of Valour, so withoul Valour they cannot, has laboured not as an eye-servant, but as one in anywise, be realized. Now, in spite of all found faithful! Neither was Johnson in those practical shortcomings, no one that sees into days perhaps wholly a unique. Time was the significance of Johnson, will say that his when, for money, you might have ware: and prime object was not Truth. In conversation, needed not, in all departments, in that of the doubtless, you may observe him, on occasion, Epic Poem, in that of the Blacking Bottle, lo fighting as if for victory ;-and must pardon rest content with the mere persuasion that you these ebulliences of a oareless hour, which had ware. It was a happier time. But as yet were not without temptation and provocation. the seventh Apocalyptic Bladder (of PUFFERY) Remark likewise two things; that such prize. had not been rent open,-lo whirl and grind, as arguings were ever.on merely superficial debat. in a West-Indian Tornado, all earthly trades able questions; and then that they were argued and things into wreck, and dust, and consumgenerally by the fair laws of battle, and mation,--and regeneration. Be it quickly, since logic-sence, by one cunning in that same. If it must be!their purpose was excusable, their effect was That Mercy can dwell only with Valour, is harmless, perhaps beneficial: that of taming an old sentiment or proposition; which, in noisy mediocrity, and showing it another side Johnson, again receives confirmation. Few of a debatable matter; 10 see both sides of men on record have had a more mercisul, tenwhich was, for the first time, to see the Truth derly affectionate nature than old Samuel. He of it. In his Writings themselves, are errors was called the Bear; and did indeed too often enough, crabbed prepossessions enough, yet look, and roar, like one; being forced to it in these also of a quite extraneous and accidental his own defence: yet within that shaggy exnature; nowhere a wilful shutting of the eyes terior of his, there beat a heart warm as a lo the Truth. Nay, is there not everywhere mother's, soft as a little child's. Nay generala heartfelt discernment, singular, almost ad- ly, his very roaring was but the anger of mirable, if we consider through what confused affection: the rage of a Bear, if you will; bul conflicting lights and hallucinations it had to of a Bear bereaved of her whelps. Touch his oe attained, of the highest everlasting Truth, Religion, glance at the Church of England, or and beginning of all Truths: this, namely, that the Divine Right; and he was upon you! man is ever, and even in the age of Wilkes These things were his Symbols of all that was and Whitfield, a Revelation of God to man; good, and precious for men; his very Ark of and lives, moves, and has his being in Truth the Covenant: whoso laid hand on them tore only; is either true, or, in strict speech, is not asunder his heart of hearts Not out of hatred at all?

to the opponent, but of love to the thing opposed, Quite spotless, on the other hand, is John-did Johnson grow cruel, bercely contradictory: son's love of Truth, if we look at it as ex- this is an important distinction; never to be pressed in Practice, as what we have named forgotten in our censure of his conversational Honesty of action. “Clear your mind of Cant;" outrages. But observe also with what hacleur it, throw Cant utterly away: such was manity, what openness of love, he can attach his emphatic, repeated precept; and did not he himself to all things: to a blind old woman, to himself faithfully conform to it? The Life of a Doctor Leveil, 10 a Cat “ Hodge." "His this man has been, as it were, turned inside I thoughts in the latter part of his life were

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irequently employed on his deceased friends; great emotion of tenderness, the same hopes. he often muttered these or such-like sentences: We kissed and parted; I humbly hope, to meet “ Poor man! and then he died.” How he again, and to part no more.” patiently converts his poor home into a Laza- Tears trickling down the granite rock: a relto; endures, for long years, the contradic- soft sweil of Pity springs within ! Still more tion of the miserable and unreasonable; with tragical is this other scene: “Johnson menhim unconnected, save that they had no other tioned that he could not in general accuse to yield them refuge! Generous old man ! himself of having been an undutiful son. Worldly possession he has little; yet of this “ Once indeed,” said he, “I was disobedient: he gives freely; from his own hard-earned I refused to attend my father to Ulloxeter mar. shillir.g, the half-pence for the poor, that ket. Pride was the source of that refusal, and “waited his coming out,” are not withheld: the remembrance of it was painful. A few the poor “waited the coming out” of one not years ago I desired to atone for this fault."quite so poor! A Sterne can write sentiment. But by what method ?- What method was now alities on Dead Asses: Johnson has a rough possible? Hear it; the words are again given voice; but he finds the wretched Daughter of as his own, though here evidently by a less Vice fallen down in the streets; carries her capable reporter: home, on his own shoulders, and like a good Madam, I beg your pardon for the abrupkSamaritan, gives help to the help-needing, ness of my departure in the morning, but I worthy or unworthy. Ought not Charity, even was compelled to do it by conscience. Fifty in that sense, to cover a multitude of Sins ? years ago, Madam, on this day, I committed a No Penny-a-week Committee-Lady, no man- breach of filial piety. My father had been in ager of Soup-Kitchens, dancer at Charity Balls, the habit of attending Uttoxeter market, and was this rugged, stern-visaged man: but where, opening a stall there for the sale of his Books. in all England, could there have been found Confined by indisposition, he desired me, that another soul so full of Pity, a hand so heaven- day, to go and aitend the stall in his place. like bounteous as his? The widow's mite, we My pride prevented me; I gave my father a know, was greater than all the other gifts. refusal. And now to-day I have been at Ut

Perhaps it is this divine feeling of Affection, toxeter; I went into the market, at the time of throughout manifested, that principally attracts business, uncovered my head, and stood with us towards Johnson. A true brother of men it bare, for an hour, on the spot where my is he; and filial lover of the Earth; who, with father's stall used to stand. In contrition I little bright spots of Attachment,“ where lives stood, and I hope the penance was expiatory." and works some loved one," has beautified Who does not figure to himself this specia" this rough solitary Earth into a peopled gar- cle, amid the “rainy weather, and the sneers," den.” Litchfield, with its mostly dull and or wonder, “of the by-standers ?" The melimited inhabitants, is to the last one of the mory of old Michael Johnson, rising from the sunny islets for him: Salve niagna parens! Or far distance; sad-beckoning in the “ moonlight read those Letters on his Mother's death: what of memory:” how he had toiled faithfully a genuine solemn grief and pily lies recorded hither and thither; patiently among the lowese there; a looking back into the Past, unspeak- of the low; been buffetted and beaten down, ably mournful, unspeakably tender. And yet yet ever risen again, ever tried it anew-And calm, sublime; for he must now act, not look : oh! when the wearied old man, as Bookseller, his venerated Mother has been taken from or Hawker, or Tinker, or whatsoever it was him; but he must now write a Rasselas to de- that Fate had reduced him to, begged help of fray her intermeni! Again in this little inci- thee for one day,-how savage, diabolic, was deni, recorded in his Book of Devotion, are not that mean Vanity, which answered, No! He the tones of sacred Sorrow and Greatness sleeps now; after life's fitful fever, he sleeps: deeper than in many a blank-verse Tragedy; but ihou, O Merciless, how now wilt thou still as, indeed," the fifth act of a Tragedy" (though the sting of that remembrance ?-The picture unrhymed) does “ lie in every death-bed, were of Samuel Johnson standing bareheaded in the it a peasant's, and of straw:"

market there, is one of the grandest and saddest “Sunday, October 18, 1767. Yesterday, at we can paint. “Repentance! Repentance !" about ten in the morning, I took my leave for he proclaims, as with passionate sobs :-but ever of my dear old friend, Catherine Cham-only to the ear of Heaven, if Heaven will give bers, who came to live with my mother about him audience: the earthly ear, and heart, that 1724, and has been but little parted from us should have heard it, are now closed, unresince. She buried my father, my brother, and sponsive for ever. my mother. She is now fifty-eight years old. That this so keen-loving, soft-irembling

“I desired all to withdraw; then told her Affectionateness, the inmost essence of his that we were to part for ever; that as Chris- being, must have looked forth, in one form or tians, we should part with prayer; and that another, through Johnson's whole character, I would, if she was willing, say a short prayer practical and intellectual, modifying both, is beside her. She expressed great desire to hear not to be doubted. Yet through what singulas me; and held up her poor hands as she lay in distortions and superstitions, moping melanbed, with great servour, while I prayed kneel- cholies, blind habits, whims about “entering ing by her.

with the right foot," and “ touching every post “I then kissed her. She told me that to part as he walked along;” and all the other mad was the greatest pain she had ever felt

, and chaotic lumber of a brain that, with sun-clear that she hoped we should meet again in a bet- intellect, hovered for ever on the verge of in ter place. lexpressed with swelled eyes, and sanity,-must that same inmost essence have looked forth; unrecognisable to all but the must have clung to a soul of this Affection. most observant! Accordingly it was not re- Those evil-famed Prejudices of his, that cognised; Johnson passed not for a fine nature, Jacubitism, Church-of-Englandism, hatred of but for a dull, almost brutal one. Might not, the Scotch, belief in Witches, and such like, for example, the first-fruit of such a Loving. what were they but the ordinary beliefs of ness, coupled with his quick Insight, have well-doing, well-meaning provincial Englishbeen expected to be a peculiarly courteous men in that day? First gathered by his demeanour as man among men? In John-Father's hearth; round the kind “ country son's " Politeness," which he often, to the fires" of native Staffordshire; they grew with wonder of some, asserted to be grear, there was his growth and strengthened with his strength: indeed somewhat that needed explanation. they were hallowed by fondest sacred recollecNevertheless, if he insisted always on handing lions: to part with them was parting with his lady-visitors to their carriage ; though with the heart's blood. If the man who has no sirength certainty of collecting a mob of gazers in Fleet of Affection, strength of Belief, have no strength Street, -as might well be, the beau having on, of Prejudice, let him thank Heaven for it, but by way of court dress, “ his rusty brown morn- to himself take small thanks. ing suit, a pair of old shoes for slippers, a little Melancholy it was, indeed, that the anbie shrivelled wig sticking on the top of his head, Johnson could not work himself loose from and the sleeves of his shirt and the knees of these adhesions; that he could only purify his breeches hanging loose:"-in all this we them, and wear them with some nobleness. can see the spirit of true Politeness, only Yet let us understand how they grew out from shining through a strange medium. Thus the very centre of his being: nay, mureover, again, in his apartments, at one time, there how they came to cohere in him with what were unfortunately no chairs. “A gentleman formed the business and worth of his Life, the who frequently visited him whilst writing bis sum of his whole Spiritual Endeavour. For it Idlers, constantly found him at his desk, sitting is on the same ground that he became throughon one with three legs; and on rising from it, out an Edifier and Repairer, not, as the others he remarked that Johnson never forgot its of his make were, a Puller-down; that in an age defect; but would either hold it in his hand, or of universal Skepticism, England was still to place it with great composure against some produce its Believer. Mark too his candour supporı; taking no notice of its imperfection even here; while a Dr. Adams, with placid to his visitor,"—who meanwhile, we suppose, surprise, asks, “Have we not evidence enough sat upon folios, or in the sartorial fashion. of the soul's immortality?". Johnson answers, ** It was remarkable in Johnson," continues “I wish for more.” But the truth is, in PreMiss Reynolds, (“ Renny dear,") " that no ex. judice, as in all things, Johnson was the profernal circumstances ever prompted him to duct of England; one of those good yeomen make any apology, or 10 seem even sensible whose limbs were made in England: alas, the of their existence. Whether this was the last of such Invincibles, their day being now effect of philosophic pride, or of some partial done! His culture is wholly English; that not notion of his respecting high breeding, is doubt. of a Thinker but of a “Scholar:" his interests ful.” That it was, for one thing, the effect of | are wholly English; he sees and knows Dogenuine Politeness, is nowise doubtful. Not of thing but England; he is the John Ball of the Pharisaical Brummellian Politeness, which Spiritual Europe : let him live, love him, as he would suffer crucifixion rather than ask twice was and could not but be! Piriable it is, no for soup: but the noble universal Politeness doubt, that a Samuel Johnson must confute of a man, that knows the dignity of men, and Hume's irreligious Philosophy by some story feels his own; such as may be seen in the from a Clergyman of the Bishopric of Darpatriarchial bearing of an Indian Sachem; ham;" should see nothing in the great Fredsuch as Johnson himself exhibited, when aerick but “ Voltaire's lackey;" in Voltaire himsudden chance brought him into dialogue with self but a man acerrimi ingenii, paucarum li'era. his King. To us, with our view of the man, rum : in Rousseau but one worthy to be hanged; it nowise appears “strange” that he should and in the universal, long-prepared, inevitable have boasted himself cunning in the laws of Tendency of Enropean Thought but a green. Politeness; nor “stranger still,” habitually sick milkmaid's crotchet of (for variety's sake) attentive to practise them.

"milking the Bull.” Our good, dear John! More legibly is this influence of the Loving Observe too what it is that he sees in the city heart to be traced in his intellectual character. of Paris : no feeblest glimpse of those D'AlemWhat, indeed, is the beginning of intellect, the berts and Diderots, or of the strange questionfirst inducement to the exercise thereof, but able work they did; solely some Benedictine attraction towards somewhat, affection for it? Priests, to talk kitchen-latin with them about Thus too, who ever saw, or will see, any true Edi'imes Principes. “Morsheer Nongtongpaie!" talent, not to speak of genius, the foundation -Our dear, foolish John; yet is there a lion's of which is not goodness, love? From John- heart within him !--Pitiable all these things son's strength of Affection, we deduce many were, we say, yet nowise inexcusable; nay, as of his intellectual peculiarities; especially that basis or as foil to much else that was in John. threatening array of perversions, known under son, almost venerable. Ought we not, indeed, the name of " Johnson's Prejudices.” Looking to honour England, and English Institutions well into the root from which these sprung, we ; and Way of Life, that they could still equip have long ceased to view them with hostility, such a man; could furnish him in heart and ran pardon and reverently pity them. Con- head to be a Samuel Johnson, and yet to love sider with what force early-imbibed opinions them, and unyieldingly fight for them? Whal

truth and living vigour must such Institutions deed, that they were earnest men, and had sube once have had, when, in the middle of the dued their wild world into a kind of temporary Eighteenth century, there was still enough left home, and safe dwelling. Both were, by prina in them for this!

ciple and habit, Stoics: yet Johnson with the It is worthy of note that, in our little British greater merit, for he alone had very much to Isle, the two grand Antagonisms of Europe triumph over; farther, he alone ennobled his should have stood imbodied, under their very Stoicism into Devotion. To Johnson Life was highest concentration, in two men produced as a Prison, to be endured with heroic faith: simultaneously among ourselves. Samuel 10 Hume it was little more than a foolish BarJohnson and David Hume, as was observed, tholomew-Fair Show-booth, with the foolish were children of the same year: through life crowdings and elbowings of which it was not they were spectators of the same Life-move- worth while to quarrel; the whole would break ment; often inhabitants of the same city. up, and be at liberty, so soon. Both realized Greater contrast, in all things, between two the highest task of Manhood, that of living like great men, could not be. Hume, well-born, men ; each died not unfitly, in his way: Humo competently provided for, whole in body and as one, with factitious, half-false gayety, taking mind, of his own determination forces a way leave of what was itself wholly but a Lie: into Literature: Johnson, poor, moonstruck, Johnson as one, with awe-struck, yet resolute diseased, forlorn, is forced into it " with the and piously expectant heart, taking leave of a bayonet of necessity at his back." And what Reality, to enter a Reality still higher. Jobna part did they severally play there! As John- son had the harder problem of it, from first to son became the father of all succeeding Tories; last: whether, with some hesitation, we can so was Hume the father of all succeeding | admit that he was intrinsically the better-gifted, Whigs, for his own Jacobitism was but an -may remain undecided. accident, as worthy to be named Prejudice as These two men now rest; the one in Westany of Johnson's. “Again, if Johnson's culture minster Abbey here; the other in the Calton was exclusively English; Hume's, in Scotland, Hill Churchyard of Edinburgh. Through Life became European ;-for which reason too we they did not meet: as contrasts, " like in un. find his influence spread deeply over all quar. like," love each other; so might they two have ters of Europe, traceable deeply in all specula- loved, and communed kindly,—had 'not the tion, French, German, as well as domestic; terrestrial dross and darkness, that was in while Johnson's name, out of England, is hardly them, withstood! One day their spirits, what anywhere to be met with. In spiritual stature truth was in each, will be found working, liv. they are almost equal; both great, among the ing in harmony and free union, even here begreatest: yet how unlike in likeness! Hume low. They were the two half-men of their has the widest methodizing, comprehensive time: whoso should combine the intrepid Can. eye; Johnson the keenest for perspicacity and dour, and decisive scientific Clearness of minute detail: so had, perhaps chiefly, their Hume, with the Reverence, the Love, and deeducation ordered it. Neither of the two rose vout Humility of Johnson, were the whole into Poetry; yet both to some approximation man of a new time. Till such whole man arthereof: Hume to something of an Epic clear- rive for us, and the distracted time admit of dess and method, as in his delineation of the such, might the heavens but bless poor Eng. Commonwealth Wars; Johnson to many a land with half-men worthy to tie the shoedeep Lyric tone of plaintiveness, and impetu- latchets of these, resembling these even from ons graceful power, scattered over his fugitive afar! Be both attentively regarded, let tho compositions. Both, rather to the general sur. true Effort of both prosper ;-and for the preprise, had a certain rugged Humour shining sent, both take our affectionate farewell! ihrough their carnestness: the indication, in

DEATH OF GOETHE.

New MONTHLY MAGAZINE, 1832.)

Ix the obituary of these days stands one | A beautiful death; like that of a soldier found article of quite peculiar import; the time, the faithful at his post, and in the cold band his place, and particulars of which will have to arms still grasped! The Poet's last scrols are be often repeated, and re-written, and continue a greeting of the new-awakened earth; his ir remembrance many centuries: this, pamely, last movement is to work at his appointed that Johann Wolfgang von Goethe died at lask. Beautiful: what we might call a ClasWeimar, on the 22d March, 1832. It was sic, sacred death; if it were not rather an about eleven in the morning ; "he expired,” Elijah-translation,-in a chariot, not of firo says the record,“ without any apparent suffer- and terror, but of hope and soft vernal sun. ing, having a few minutes previously, called beams! It was at Frankfort on the Mayo, on for paper for the purpose of writing, and ex- the 28th of August, 1749, that this man entered pressed his delight at the arrival of spring." | the world—and now, gently welcoming tho

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looked forth; unrecognisable to all but the must have clung to a soul of i most observant! Accordingly it was not re- Those evil-famed Prejudices cognised; Johnson passed not for a fine nature, Jacobitism, Church-of-Englar

us, but for a dull, almost brutal one. Might not, the Scotch, belief in Witch

all, for example, the first-fruit of such a Loving. what were they but the

over ness, coupled with his quick Insight, have well-doing, well-meaning

theless been expected to be a peculiarly courteous men in that day? demeanour as man among men? In John. Father's hearth; ro

to com

hout reson's “ Politeness," which he often, to the fires" of native Sta

There wonder of some, asserted to be great, there was his growth and str indeed somewhat that needed explanation. they were hallow

were not, Nevertheless, if he insisted always on handing tions: to part

} of what lady.visitors to their carriage ; though with the heart's blood. certaioty of collecting a mob of gazers in Fleet of Affection,

Jughts on Street, -as might well be, the beau having on, of Prejudic

lated into by way of court dress,“ his rusty brown morn to himsel

al imperfect ing suit, a pair of old shoes for slippers, a little Melar shrivelled wig sticking on the top of his head, Johnso

pher, "is a com and the sleeves of his shirt and the knees of these

Time; in the death his breeches hanging loose:"-in all this we ther

aity is seen looking

ith such a sublimity here can see the spirit of true Politeness, only Y

d heart, it is not uppatural shining through a strange medium. Thus **

ew earnestness before and be again, in his apartments, at one time, there were unfortunately no chairs. “A gentlemar

K, what space in those years and who frequently visited him whilst writing h

computed Time, this man with his Idlers, constanily found him at his desk, sit

may influence; what relation to the on one with three legs;- and on rising fro

.d of change and mortality, which the he remarked that Johnson never for

urthly name Life, he who is even now called

to the Immortals has borne and may bear. defect; but would either hold it in his

Goethe, it is commonly said, made a new place it with great composure agai

w his era in Literature; a Poctic era began with support; taking no notice of its in to his visitor,"—who meanwhile,

oss and him, the end or ulterior tendencies of which sat upon folios, or in the sart

are yet nowise generally visible. This com. It was remarkable in John

al measure mon saying is a true one, and true with a far Miss Reynolds, (“ Renny dea

and a course deeper meaning than, to the most, it conveys ternal circumstances ever

ja the whole Were the Poet but a sweet sound and singer, make any apology, or to else could we solacing the ear of the idle with pleasant songs

, of their existence. W

be should be and the new Poet one who could sing his idle, effect of philosophic pr

depart,“ hav- pleasant song, to a new air, we should account notion of his respectin

given him 10 him a small matter, and his performance ful.” That it was, fi

bay say of him small. But this man, it is not unknown to many, genuine Politeness

ser ther, was like the was a Poet in such a sense as the late genera

dowo. For in-tions have witnessed no other; as it is, in this the Pharisaical Br would suffer cro

so is the eye and re- generation, a kind of distinction to believe in for soup: but

Poetry, so is the the existence of, in the possibility of. The

Goethe's true Poet is ever, as of old, the Seer; whose of a man, tha feels his ow

und it is well represented tye has been gifted to discern the godlike mys. patriarchia such as J

se do solar Day. Beautifully tery of God's universe, and decipher some

* sve. gorgeous in the red new lines of its celestial writing; we can still sudden c

as the spectres and sickly call him a Vutes and Seer; for he sets into this his Kin

*** which there were enough greatest of secrets “the open secrel ;" bidden it now

weg benignant in his noon-day things become clear; how the future (both have ! Polite

sind now, mark also how he sets! the present; thereby are his words in very atter

enbetungsvoll!“So dies a truth prophetic; what he has spoken shall be worshipped.”

done. her shed the inanimate, material sun

now to be everywhere surmised od disappeared, it will happeu that that the real Force, which in this world all *** gure into the still glowing West; things must obey, is Insight, Spiritual Visjon, * ** great, pale, motionless clouds, and Determination. Th: Thought is parent

curtains, to close the flame of the Deedis living soul of it, and last tón; and then, in that death-pause and continual, as well as first mover of it; is Por, an unspeakable feeling will come the foundation, and beginning, and essence, *** X is as if the poor sounds of Time, therefore, of man's whole existence here be

Baguerings of tired Labour on his an- low. In this sense, it has been said, the woRD *** ad supernatural; as if in listening, we sa se roices of simple men, had become of man (the ultered thoughts of man) is still and bear them “mingle with the ever-pealing Do not the winds and waters, and all to mullu.

a , whereby he rules the world. old In such , , obey him? of Life lie opener to us; mysterious A poor, quite mechanieal, Magician speaksne over the soul; Life itself seems ho- and fire-winged ships cross the ocean at his Fuaderful, and fearful. How much more' bidding. Or mark, above all, that“ raging of

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