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OF AMERICA : A VOICE FROM THE CROWD. God wills, and darkly works his will,

His wisdom's hidden from our eyes ; CHARLES MACKAY,


Yet my faith rests upon him still,

To judge and scourge he will arise.
I PRAISE your Jackson and your South ! Wrong seems to conquer often ; - Kight
No, I've no taste at all that way ;

Seems to be conquered ; - watch and wait ;
Those words are not sweet in my mouth, The years bring seeing to our sight,

Though dear they are to some, you say ; Truth's triumph cometh soon or late. A trick of speech I've somehow caught

Therefore success I seem to see From Wilberforce's - Clarkson's graves ; Makes me not in the evil trust, I can't hate freedom as I ought ;

Nor seems its triumphs sure to me, Or love your barterers of slaves :

Rather its failure. God is just. In fact, if I the truth must tell,

W. C. BENNETT. I think your Jackson and his crew


London Star. Accurst of God, are fit for hell,

Though they may fight, and conquer too. Time was when nobly England rose,

And grandly told earth of man's rights ;

For the Fiftieth Anniversary of the Class of
Slavery and wrong her ancient foes,
In these, you say, she now delights.

Williams College which was graduated in 1813.
Her voice that once so sternly spoke,

And, speaking, smote slaves' fetters off,
That antique utterance is your joke,

Long since a gallant, youthful company
A grand-dame's tale at which you scoff.

Went from these learned shades. The hand of
Your Times has taught us what to say,

That years must change, and so must thought; The years of half a century since

that day,

Hath scored upon the perishing works of man
Jackson's your Cromwell of to-day :
Ah, ours for rights, not fetters, fought,

Forth to the world they went in hope, but some

Fell at the threshold, some in mid-career
Clasp you the hands that wield the whip! Sank down, and some who bring their frosty
Press you the palms that rivet chains !

brows, My curse will through my clenched teeth slip,

A living register of change, are here, I'd brand your heroes all as Cains,

And from the spot where once they conned the For cotton, and through envy, sell

words Your nobler notions if you can ;

Written by sages of the elder time I will not, and I hold it well,

Look back on fifty years. Large space are they I loathe these men who deal in man,

Of man's brief life, those fifty years ; they join Scoff, sneer, or jest ; let him who likes,

Its ruddy morning to the paler light Prate of their courage and their worth,

Of its declining hours. In fifty years
Right and not Might my fancy strikes,

As many generations of earth's flowers
Though Might, not Right, may rule the earth. Have sweetened the soft air of spring, and died.

As many harvests have, in turn, made green
At times, God, for his own good will,

The hills, and ripened into gold, and fallen
Gives hell, o'er men and nations rule; Before the sickle's edge. The sapling tree
But Right, though crushed, I hold right still, Which then was planted stands a shaggy trunk,

Though worldly-wise ones call me fool. Moss-grown, the centre of a mighty shade.
Brute force has Cossacked nations down, In fifty years the pasture grounds have oft
Yet Cossacks I do not adore,

Renewed their herds and flocks, and from the Than Poland's Bashkirs — nay, don't frown,

stalls I do not love your Jacksons more.

New races of the generous steed have neighed No, cavaliers that women sell,

Or pranced in the smooth roads. In fifty years To their great nobleness I'm blind :

Ancestral crowns have fallen from kingly brows Heroes who cash their children-well,

For clownish heels to crush ; new dynasties They're not exactly to my mind.

Have climbed to empire, and new commonwealths

Have formed and fallen again to wreck, liks clouds One’s flesh and blood, you know, are bere, Which the wind tears and scatters. Mighty names Dear to one, not as current gold ;

Have blazed upon the world and passed away,
I would not be a cavalier,

Their lustre lessening, like the faded train
By whom his son or daughter's sold ; Of a receding comet. Fifty years
Curse those who sell their blood to lust,

Have given the mariner to outstrip the wind
Their very flesh to stripes and toil ;

With engines churning the black deep to foam,
I spit at such — the thought I trust,

And tamed the nimble lightnings, sending them
Of such should make my blood to boil. On messages for man, and forced the sun
The very meanest thing I see,

To limn for man upon the snowy sheet
A cringing beggar whining here,

Whate’er he shines upon, and taught the art Rather a thousand times I'd be,

To vex the pale dull clay beneath our feet Than a girl-selling cavalier.

With chemic tortures, till the sullen mass

Flows in bright torrents from the furnace-mouth, Hath wrought the quick and changeful light A shining metal, to be clay no more.

That flitted o’er thy waking face : Oh, were our growth in goodness like our growth

It is not smiling, it is Peace. In art, the thousand years of innocence

All lovely things are thine at will; And peace, foretold by ancient prophecy,

Thy soul hath won a sweet release Were here already, and the reign of Sin

From Earth ; yet kept its gladness still? Were ended o’er the earth on which we dwell. In fifty years, the little commonwealth,

For Sleep, a partial nurse, though kind Our league of States, that, in its early day,

To all her children, yet hath pressed Skirted the long Atlantic coast, has grown

Some to her heart more close — we find
To a vast empire, filled with populous towns

She ever loves the youngest best ;
Besido its midland rivers, and beyond
The snowy peaks that bound its midland plains Because they vex her not with aches
To where its rivulets, over sands of gold,

And fever pangs to hush to rest ;
Seek the Pacific—till at length it stood

They need no soothing! She but takes Great ’mid the greatest of the Powers of Earth, Them in her arms, and they are blessed ! And they who sat upon Earth's ancient thrones Beheld its growth in wonder and in awe.

The double portion there is given ; In fifty years, a deadlier foe than they

She binds two worlds within her chain ; The Wrong that scoffs at human brotherhood

And now, by golden light of heaven,
And holds the lash o'er millions—has become

Thou livest o’er the day again :
So mighty and so insolent in its might
That now it springs to fix on Liberty

My touch must bid those bright links start The death-gripe, and o’erturn the glorious realm

And fly asunder ; yet for thee Her children founded here. Fierce is the strife

I may not mourn — not far apart
As when of old the sinning angels strove

Thy dream and thy reality !
To whelm, beneath the uprooted hills of heaven,
The warriors of the Lord. Yet now, as then, Soon shall I watch within thine eyes
God and the Right shall give the victory.

The sweet light startle into morn,
For us, who fifty years ago went forth

And see upon thy cheek arise
Upon the world's great theatre, may we

The flushing of a rosy dawn:
Yet see the day of triumph, which the hours
On steady wing waft hither from the depths
Of a serener future ; may we yet,

The sunshine vainly round thee streams,

And I must rouse thee with a kiss Beneath the reign of a new peace, behold

Oh! may Life never break thy dreams
The shaken pillars of our commonwealth
Stand readjusted in their ancient poise,

With harsher summoning than this !

Good Words. And the great crime of which our strife was born Perish with its accursed progeny.

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No. 1005.-5 September, 1863.


PAGE 1. Marriages of Consanguinity,

Westminster Review,

435 2. The Doctors of Molière’s Day,

Brit. and For. Med.-Chir. Rev., 448 3. Life and Letters of Washington Irving,

Quarterly Review,

457 4. The Opportunity of the North,


474 5. Thomas Carlyle and the Slaves,

476 6. The Federal Public Debt,


477 7. Apparent Size of the Celestial Bodies,

London Review,

478 8. Habits of the Mole, .


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POETRY.—Lenox, 434. The Little People, 434. Gortschakoff to Great Britain, 473.

SHORT ARTICLES.-La Vie de Cesar, 447. Iliad in Nuce, by T. Carlyle, 447. German Translations of Kingsley's Poems, 456, The Pope and Dr. Liszt, 480. The National Museum at Naples, 480. Programme of the International Statistical Congress, 480.



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For she shall look from heights of grace,

And undiminished glory see. Soft summer sounds salute the air,

C. K. T. Cool country colors greet the eye ;

-New York Evening Post. Around my wide piazza chair

The hay-blown breezes lingering sigh.

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From The Westminster Review. opinion, a moral theory, a social predilection, MARRIAGES OF CONSANGUINITY. a fact in his own family or personal history, 1. On Marriages of Consanguinity. Dr. Be- any or all of these may, consciously or uncon

miss. Journal of Psychological Medi- sciously, so modify his view of what ought to cine for April, 1857.

be a mere question of fact, as to render him a 2. Hygiene de Famille. Dr. Devay. Second totally unsafe guide in any subject-matter Edition.

which he has undertaken to examine and ex3. Comptes Rendus, 1852–3, passim. Papers

by MM. Boudin, Sanson, Beaudouin, plain. The history of the scientific question Gourdon, etc.

forming the subject of this article will be 4. On Marriages of Consanguinity. Dr. Child, found to illustrate these remarks even better

in Medico-Chir. Review, April, 1862; than most others.

and Medical Times, April 25th, 1863. That there has existed, at least in all mod5. On the Fertilization of Orchids. Mr. Dar-ern times, what is called a “ feeling ” against win. London. 1862.

the intermarriage of blood relations, is a fact If we had to point out the tendency or that cannot be denied, but of which the scienhabit of mind which, more than any other, tific value cannot be rated very high. Before has served, in modern times, to hinder the we admit the existence of such a feeling as progress of real knowledge, we should fix even primâ facie evidence, we should rememupon that which impels not a few really able ber how often such have been found to rest and competent persons, when undertaking an either upon no ground at all, or upon an eninvestigation, first of all to adopt a theory, tirely mistaken one. The biting cold of the and then to look at the facts which nature winter months in England used to be called propresents to them by its light exclusively. verbially“ fine, seasonable, healthy weather," Such

persons do not take up a hypothesis for until the Registrar-General's statistics had its legitimate use, as a guide in experimenta- proved to the apprehension almost of the dulltion, as any one pursuing an investigation in est, that mortality in our climate rises pari the science of light would in these days start passu with the fall of the thermometer. In upon the undulatory theory, but adopt it with this case, doubtless the popular delusion took a confidence in its absolute truth which renders its rise from the sense of exhilaration and them utterly blind to all facts which cannot buoyancy felt by healthy, strong, and youthbe reconciled with it, and by consequence ex- ful persons on a bright frosty day, as comaggerates out of all due proportion the impor- pared with the dulness and languor experitance of those which really make in its favor. enced on a damp and warm one; but it entirely Of the many inconveniences attendant upon left out of the account the less obvious but the state of mind of which we speak, one of more really potent influence of cold upon the the gravest and quite the most paradoxacal is old, the feeble, and the ill-provided. In the to be found in the fact that its mischievous case before us, the following has been sugresults always bear a direct ratio to the ability gested by Dr. Child as the not improbable and industry of the person whom it affects. history of the prevailing opinion * A man of real power who sets out upon a

" It should be remembered that all such research into a complicated subject under such conditions as we have indicated, is sure to marriages as those under discussion, were and

are strictly prohibited in the Church of Rome. make out a good case in favor of his own pre- This prohibition was first removed in England conceived view, and by so doing he will mis- by the Marriage Act of 1540, in the reign of lead others and hinder the advance of knowl- Henry VIII: "It is natural, therefore, that edge in a degree exactly proportioned to his many people at the time should have looked own ability and reputation. Instances of the upon this removal of restrictions as a somekind to which we refer will occur to any

what questionable concession to buman weakreader familiar with the history of almost ness, and upon the marriages made in conseany scientific question. But there is one fea- in themselves unobjectionable ; just as, should

quence of it, as merely not illegal, rather than ture in such cases which is especially worthy the Marriage Law Amendment Bill pass into of remark; it is, that a man's preconceived law, their can be no doubt that many would notions upon any subject may take their rise now look upon marriage with a sister-in-law from something quite distinct from, and as a very questionable proceeding in a social external to, the subject itself; a religious *“Med. Chir. Review.” Vol. xxix. p. 469.

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