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BY THOMAS DE QUINCEY. NOBODY in this generation reads The Specta- | very satyriasis of curiosity, no man ever wished tor. There are, however, several people still to see the author of a Ready Reckoner, or of a surviving who have read No. 1. In which No. 1. treatise on the Agistment Tithe, or on the Present a strange mistake is made. It is there asserted deplorable Dry-rot in Potatoes.

“ Bundle off, as a general affection of human nature, that it is sir, as fast as you can,” the most diligent reader impossible to read a book with satisfaction until would say to such an author in case he insisted one has ascertained whether the author of it be on submitting his charms to inspection. “I tall or short, corpulent or thin, and as to com- have had quite enough distress of mind from plexion, whether he be a

“ black

man (which, reading your works, without needing the addiin the Spectator's time, was the absurd expres- tional dry-rot of your bodily presence. Neither sion for a swarthy man), or a fair man, or a sal- does any man, on descending from a railway low man, or perhaps a green man, which Southey train, turn to look whether the carriage in which affirmed to be the proper description of many he has ridden happens to be a good-looking car. stout artificers in Birmingham, too much given riage, or wish for an introduction to the coachto work in metallic fumes; on which account the maker. Satisfied that the one has not broken name of Southey is an abomination to this day his bones, and that the other has no writ against in certain furnaces of Warwickshire. But can his person, he dismisses with the same frigid anything be more untrue than this Spectatorial scowl both the carriage and the author of its doctrine ? Did over the youngest of female existence. novel-readers, on a sultry day, decline to eat a But, with respect to Mr. Landor, as at all bunch of grapes until she knew whether the connected with this reformed doctrine of the fruiterer were a good-looking man ? Which of Spectator, a difficulty arises. He is a man of us ever heard a stranger inquiring for a “Guide great genius, and, as such, he ought to interest to the Trosachs,” but saying, “I scruple, how the public. More than enough appears of his over, to pay for this book, until I know whether strong, eccentric nature, through every page of the author is heather-legged ?” On this principle, his now extensive writings, to win, amongst those if any such principle prevailed, we authors should / who have read him, a corresponding interest in be liable to as strict a revision of our physics be- | all that concerns him personally : in his social fore having any right to be read, as wo all are relations, in his biography, in his manners, in before having our lives insured from tho medical his appearance. Out of two conditions for attractadvisers of insurance offices; fellows that examine ing a personal interest, he has powerfully realised one with stethescopes, that pinch one, that actu- one. His moral nature, shining with coloured ally punch one in the ribs, until a man becomes light through the crystal shrine of his thoughts, savage, and-in case the insurance should miss will not allow of your forgetting it. A sunset of fire in consequence of the medical report-specu- Claude, or a dying dolphin, can be forgotten, and lates on the propriety of prosecuting the medical generally is forgotten; but not the fiery radiaruffian for an assault, for a most unprovoked tions of a human spirit, built by nature to aniassault and battery, and, if possible, including in mate a leader in storms, a martyr, a national the indictment the now odious insurance office reformer, an arch-rebel, as circumstances might as an accomplice before the fact. Meantime the dictate, but whom too much wealth, and the odd thing is, not that Addison should have made accidents of education, have turned aside into a a mistake, but that he and his readers should in contemplative recluse. Had Mr. Landor, therethis mistake have recognised a hidden truth, the fore, been read in any extent answering to his sudden illumination of a propensity latent in merits, he must have become, for the English all people, but now first exposed ; for it hap- public, an object of prodigious personal interest. pens that there really is a propensity in all We should have had novels upon him, lampoons of us very like what Addison describes, very dif- upon him, libels upon him; he would have been ferent, and yet, after one correction, the very shown up dramatically on the stage; he would,

No reader cares about an author's person according to the old joke, have been “traduced ” before reading his book : it is after reading it, in French, and also “ overset " in Dutch. Meanand supposing the book to reveal something of time he has not been read. It would be an affectathe writer's moral nature, as modifying his in- tion to think it. Many a writer is, by the sycotellect, it is for his fun, his fancy, his sadness, phancy of literature, reputed to be read, whom in possibly his craziness, that any reader cares about all Europe not six eyes settle upon through the seeing the author in person. AMicted with the revolving year.

Literature, with its cowardly • The Works of Savage Landor. 2 vols. London: Moxon. 1846.

+ "Southey affirmed:"-viz. in the "Letters of Espriella," an imaginary Spaniard on a visit to England, about the year 1810.

"Too much wealth :"-Mr. Landor, who should know best, speaks of himself (once, at least) as "poor;" but that is all nonsense. I have known several people with annual incomes bordering on $20,000, who spoke of tbemselves, and seemed seriously to think themselves, unhappy" paupers.” Lady Hester Stanhope, with £2700 a-year (of which about twelve arose from her government pension), and without one solitary dependent in her train, thought herself rich enough to become a queen (an Arabic maleky) in the Syrian mountains, but an absolute pauper for London: "for how, you know,” (as she would say, pathetically) "eould the humblest of spinsters live decently upon that pittance ?"


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falsehoods, exhibits the largest field of conscious This, however, is true only of Mr. Landor's Phrygian adulation that human life has ever ex- prose works. His first work was a poem, viz. posed to the derision of the heavens. Demos- Gebir ; and it had the sublime distinction, for thenes, for instance, or Plato, is not read to the some time, of having enjoyed only two readextent of twenty pages annually by ten people in ers; which two wero Southey and myself. It Europe. The sale of their works would not account was on first entering at Oxford that I found for three readers; the other six or seven are gene- “Gebir ” printed and (nominally) published; rously conceded as possibilities furnished by the whereas, in fact, all its advertisements of birth great public libraries. But, then, Walter Sa- and continued existence, were but so many notifivage Landor, though writing a little in Latin, and cations of its intense privacy. Not knowing a very little in Italian, does not write at all in Southey at that time, I vainly conceited myself Greek. So far he has some advantago over to be the one sole purchaser and reader of this Plato; and, if he writes chiefly in dialogue, which pocin. I even fancied myself to have been few people love to read any more than novels in pointed out in the streets of Oxford, where tho the shape of letters, that is a crime common to Landors had been well known in times preceding both. So that he has the d- -l's luck and his my own, as the one inexplicable man authentiown, all Plato's chances, and one of his own be-cally known to possess “Gebir, or even (it side-riz. his English. . Still it is no use count- might be whispered inysteriously) to have read ing chances; facts are the thing. And printing- “Gebir.” It was not clear but this reputation might presses, whether of Europe or of England, bear stand in lieu of any independent fame, and might witness that neither Plato nor Landor is a mar- raise me to literary distinction. The preceding ketalle commodity. In fact, these two men generation had greatly esteemed the man called resemble each other in more particulars than it Single-Speech Hamilton ; not at all for tho is at present necessary to say. Especially they speech (which, though good, very few people had were both inclined to be luxurious : both had a read), but entirely for the supposed fact that he hankering after purple and fine linen; both hated had exhausted himself in that one speech, and “ filthy dowlas with the hatred of Falstaff, had become physically incapable of making a whether in appareling themselves or their dic- second : so that afterwards, when he really did tion; and both bestowed pains as elaborate upon make a second, everybody was incredulous; until, the secret art of a dialogue as a lapidary would the thing being past denial, naturally the world upon the cutting of a sultan's rubies.

was disgusted, and most people dropped his acBit might not a man build a reputation on quaintance. To be a Mono-Gebirist was quite as the basis of not being read? To be read is un- good a title to notoriety; and five years after, doubtedly something : to be read by an odd mil- when I found that I had "a brother near the lion or so, is a sort of feather in a man's cap; but throne,” viz. Southey, mortification would havo it is also a distinction that he has been read abso- led me willingly to resign altogether in his lutely by nobody at all. There have been cases, favour. Shall I make the reader acquainted and one or two in modern times, where an author with the story of Gebir ? could point to a vast array of his own works, con- Gebir is the king of Gibraltar ; which, how.' cerning which no evidence existed that so much as ever, it would be an anachronism to call Gibone had been opened by human hand, or glanced raltar, since it drew that namo from this very at by human eye. That was awful : such a sleep Gebir ; and doubtless, by way of honour to his of pages by thousands in one eternal darkness, memory. Mussulmans tell a different story; but never to be visited by light; such a rare immu- who cares for what is said by infidel dogs? King nity from the villanies of misconstruction; such a then, let us call him of Calpe ; and a very good Sabbath from the impertinencies of critics! You king he is ; young, brave, of upright intentions ; shuddered to reflect that, for anything known to but being also warlike, and inflamed by popular the contrary, there might lurk jewels of truth ex- remembrances of ancient wrongs, he resolves to plored in vain, or treasure for ever intercepted to seek reparation from the children's children of the interests of man. But such a sublimity sup- the wrong-doers; and he weighs anchor in search poses total defect of readers; whereas it can of Mr. Pitt's “ indemnity for the past,” though be proved against Mr. Landor, that he has been not much regarding that right honourable gentlerrad by at least a score of people, all wide awake; man's “ security for the future." Egypt was and if any treason is buried in a page of his, tho land that sheltered the wretches that reprethank Heaven, by this time it must have been sented the ancestors that had done the wrong. · found out and reported to the authorities. So To Egypt, therefore, does king Gebir steer his exthat neither can Landor plead the unlimited pedition, which counted 10,000 picked men : popularity of a novelist, aided by the interest of

" Incenst a tale, and by an artist, nor the total obscuration

By meditating on primeval wrongs, of a German metaphysician. Neither do mobs lle blew his battle-horn; at which uprose read him, as they do M. Sue; nor do all men turn Whole nations : here ten thousand of most might away their eyes from him, as they do from Hegel.*

He called aloud ; and soon Charoba saw

His dark helm hover o'er the land of Nile." * " From Hegel:"--I am not prepared with an affidavit that no man ever read the late Mr. Hegel, that great master of the impenetrable. But sufficient evidence of that the heroine of the poem : as respects Egypt, sho

Who is Charoba ? As respects the reader, she is fact, as I conceive, may be drawn from those who have written commentaries upon him.

is queen by the grace of God, defender of the faith, and so forth: Young and accustomed to l' again amidst festival and flowers those objeets unlimited obedienee, how could she bo otherwise are scenically effective. The conception, of i tho. than alarmed by the descent of a host far more grouping is good; tho-mise en scene is goodia martial than her own effeminate peoplo, and as.. but, from want of pains-taking, i not sufficientlyi suming a religious character-avengers of wrong brought out into stroug relief ; and the dying in some forgotten age? In her trepidation, she words of Gobir, which wind up the whole, arelted turns for said, and counsel to her nurse Dalica. bookish s they seem to be part of some (anticle Dalica, by the way, considered as a word, is a which he had been writing for the Gibraltao dagtyle ;, that is, you must not lay the aecont on Quarterly.lil,,

misiti Bibib tuo tho ,, but on the first syllable. Dalica, considered *3** There are two episodes, composing jointly and a woman, is about as bad a one as 'even Egypt about two-sevenths of the poem, and by no could furnishoi. She is a thorough gipsy; means its weakest parts, One describes the fortune-teller; and something worse, in fact. She descent of Gebir to Hades. His guide is a mari is a sorceressi “ stiff in opinion ;' and it needs who is this man?, Torst) 791 not Pope's authority to infer that atent of course

“Living--they called him Aroar.15, 149 misr sho" is always in the wrong." By her advice, Is he'not living, then? No. Is he dead, then ? but for a purposo known best to herself, an inter. No, nor dead either. · Poor Aroar eannot live, view is arranged between Charoba and the in- and cannot dio-80 that he is in an almighty fix vading monarch. At this 'interview, the two In this disagreeable dilemma, he contrives to youthful :sovereigns, Charoba the queen of hearts amuse hinself with politics--and, rather of a and Gebir the king of clubs, fall irrevocably in love with each other. There's an end of club is introduced not to the shades of the past only,

jacobinical cast; like the Virgilian Æneas, Gebit laws and Gebir is ever afterwards disarmed. but of the future. He sees the pre-existing Bat Dalica, that wicked Dalica, that sad old dac- ghosts of gentiemen who are yet to come, silent tyle, who sees everything clearly that happens

as ghosts ought to be, but destined at some far dig to be twenty years distant, cannot see a pike- tant time to make a considerable noise in our upper! staffifit is close before her nose ; and of course she world. Amongst these is our worthy old George mistakes Charoba's agitations of love for parox- III., who (strange to say !) is not foreseen as gals ysms of anger. Charoba is herself partly to loping from Windsor to Kew, surrounded by an blame for this ; ; but you must excuse her. The escort of dragoons, nor in a scarlet coat riding poor child readily confided her terrors to Dalica ; after a fox, nor taking his morning rounds amoogst but how can she be expected to make a love con- his sheep and his turnips ; but in the likeness of fidante of a tawny old witch like her? Upon

some savage creature, whom really, wore it not this mistako, however, proceeds the whole remaining plot. Dr. Dalica (which means doctor the reader would never recognise :

for his eye-brows and his “ elanting” forehead,

etti.fi D., and by no means dear D.], having totally

" Aroar! what wretch that nearest us? what wretchi: mistaken the symptoms, the diagnosis, the prog

Is that, with eye-brows white and slanting brow? 4111 nosis, and everything thats ends in osis, neces

O king! :111511 sarily mistakes also the treatment of the case, Iberia bore him ; but the breed accurst and, like some other doctors, failing to make a

Inclement winds blew blighting from north-east."***** cure, covers up her blunders by a general slaugh- Iberia is spiritual England ; and north-east is ter. She visits her sister, a sorceress more potent mystical Hanover. But what, then,' were the than herself, living

“wretch’s” crimes ? The white eye-brows I con

fess to; those were certainly crimes of consider. “Deep in the wilderness of woe, Masar."

able magnitude ; but what else ? Gebir has the Between them they concert hellish incantations. same curiosity as myself, and propounds someFrom these issues a venomous robe, like that of thing like the same fishing question : the centaur Nessus. This, at a festal meeting * Ile was a warrior then, nor feared the geds ?** between the two nations and their princes, is To which Aroar answers-given by Charoba to her lover-her lover, but as

“ Gebir ! he feared the demons, not the gods ; yet not recognised as such by her, nor until the mo

Though them, indeed, his daily face ador'd, ment of his death, avowed as such by himself. And was no warrior ; yet the thousand lives Gebir dies--the accursed robe, dipped in the "vis- Squander'd as if to exercise a sling, &c. &c." cous poison’exuding from thegums of the grey ce- Really Aroar is too Tom-Painish, and seems up rastes, and tempered by other venomous juices of to a little treason. He makes the poor king plant and animal, proves too much for his rocky answerable for more than his own share of naconstitution–Gibraltar is found not impregnable tional offences, if such they were. All of us in -the blunders of Dalica, the wicked nurse, and the last generation were rather fond of fighting the arts of her sister Myrthyr, the wicked witch, and assisting at fights in the character of mere are found too potent; and in one moment the union spectators. I am sure I was. But if that is of two nations, with the happiness of two sove- any fault, so was Plato, who (though probably.. reigns, is wrecked for ever. The closing situa- inferior as a philosopher to you and me, reader), tion of the parties—monarch and monarch, na- was much superior to either of us as a cock, tion and nation, youthful king and youthful fighter. So was Socrates in the preceding age in queen, dying or despairing-nation and nation for, as he notoriously haunted the company, of that had been reconciled, starting asunder once Alcibiades at all hours, he must often have found:

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his pupil diverting himself with those fighting thirty" [says the glory-hunting Marshall, "and quails which ho kept in such numbers. Be as thirty only, are alive ; and of these thirty thero sured that the oracle's wisest of men" lent a are four only who are capable of labours tor hand very cheerfully to putting on the spurs when indeed of motion.". How precious to the Mars a maio was to be fought; and, as to botting, pro- shal's heart must be that harvest of misery from bably that was the reason that Xantippe was so which he so reluctantly allows tho discount of often down upon him when he went homo at about one-half per cent. Four only out of seven night, Po como home roeling from a fight, with hundred, he is happy to assure Christendom, out a drachma left in his pocket, would naturally remain capable of hopping about; as to working provoke any woman. Posterity has beon very or getting honest bread, or doing any service in much 'misinformed about these things'; and, no

this world to themselves or others, it is truly doubt, about Xantippe, poor woman, in particu- delightful to amounce, for public information, lateIf she had had a diseiple to write books, as

that all such practices are put a stop to for ever. her cock-fighting husband had, perhaps we should

- Amongst the fortunate four, who retain the have read a very different story. By the way, power of hopping, we must reckon the Arabi the propensity to scandalum magnatum in Aroar Chieftain, who is introduced into the colloquy in was one of the things that fixed my youthful at the character of respondent. He can hop of tertion, and perhaps my admiration, upon Gebir. course, et hypothesi, being one of the ever lucky For myself, as. perhaps the reader may have quaternion; he can hop'a little also as a rhetori heard, I was and am à Tory; and in some re- cian; indeed, as to that he is too much for the mote geological æra, my bones may be dug up by Marshal; but on the other hand he cannot see; the some fatnre Buekland as a specimen of the fossil cave has cured him of any such impertinence as Tery. Yet, for all that, I loved audacity; and I staring into other people's faces; he is also lame, gazed with some indefinite shade of approbation the cave has shown him the absurdity of rámbé upon a poet whom the attorney-general might ling about;--and, finally, he is a beggar; or, if have oceasion to speak witha

he will not allow himself to be called by that This, however, was a mere condiment to the name, upon the argument (which seems plausible) main attraction of the poem, That lay in the that he cannot be a beggar if he never begs, it is pieturesqueness of the images, attitudes, groups, not the less certain that, in case of betting a sixdispersed ererywhere. The eye seemed to rest pence, the chieftain would find it inconvenient to Beerywhere upon festal processions, upon the stake the eash. pannels of Theban gates, or upon sculptured

The Marshal, who apparently does not pique' Fases. The very first lines that by accident met himself upon' politeness, addresses the Arab by my eye Fere those which follow. I cite them in the following assortment of names —"Thief, ag. mere obedience to the fact as it really was; else sassin, traitor! blind greyboard ! lame beggar!" there are more striking illustrations of this sculp- The three first titles being probably mistaken for turesque faculty in Mr. Landor ; and for this compliments, the Arab poekots in silence; but to faculty it was that both Southey and myself se

the double-barrelled discharges of the two last hoi parately and independently had named him the replies thus:-"Cease there. Thou canst 'never English Valerius Flaccus.

make me beg for bread, for water, or for life; my grey béard is from God; my blindness and lameness are from thee.” This is a pleasant way

doing business; rarely does one find little accounts ** But Gebir, when he heard of her approach,

so expeditiously settled and receipted. Beggar? Laid by his orbed shield: his vizor helm, Ilis buckler and his corslet he laid by,

But how if I do not beg? Greybeard? Put that · And bade that none attend him: at his side

down to the account of God. Cripple? Put Two faithful dogs that urge the silent course,

that down to your own. Getting sulky under i Shaggy, deep-chested, croucht; the crocodile, this mode of fencing from the desert-born, the Crying, oft made them raise their flaccid cars,

Marshal invites him to enter one of his new-made! And push their heads within their master's hand. There was a lightning paleness in his face,

law courts, where he will hear of something pro-. Such as Diana rising o'er the rocks

bably not to his advantage. Our Arab friend, Showr'd on the lonely Latmian; en his brow

however, is no connoisseur in courts of law: small Sorrow there was, but there was nought severe." wale* of courts in the desert; he does not so "And the long moonbeam on the hard wet sand Lay like a jasper column half up-rear'd.

* Wale (Germanice wall) the old ballad word for choice.

But the motive for using it in this place is in allusion to "The king, who sate before his tent, descricd

an excellent old Scottish story (not sufficiently known in The dust rise redden'd from the setting sun." the South), of a rustic laird, who profitted by the hospita-,

lity of his neighbours, duly to get drunk once (and no Now let us pass to the imaginary dialogues:— more) every lawful night, returning in the happiest frame

Marshal Bugeaud and Arab Chieftain.—This of mind under the escort of his servant Andrew. In spite dialogue, which is amongst the shortest, would fell off his borse; and on one of these occasions, as he not challenge a separate notice, were it not for himself was dismounted from his saddle, his wig was digthe freshness in the public mind, and the yet un

mounted from his cranium. Both fell into a peat-moss,

and both were fished out by Andrew. But the laird, in his cicattised rawness of that atrocity which it com- confusion, putting on the wig wrong side before, reasonamemorates. Here is an official account from the bly "jaloused” that this could not be his own wig, but commander-in-chief:—“Of seven hundred refrac

some other man's, which suspicion he communicated to

Andrew, who argued contra by the memorable reply to tory and rebellious who took refuge in the caverns, “Hout! laird, there's nae wale of wigs i' a peat-moss.




much do himself the honour to decline” as he tematically. The danger is for the most part turus a deaf car to this proposal, and on his part that the very violence of public feeling should presents a little counter invitation to the Marshal rock it asleep—the tempest exhausts itself by its for a pic-nic party to the caves of Dahra. "En- own excesses and the thunder of one or two ter” (says the unsparing Sheik) “and sing and immediate explosions, by satisfying the first clawhistle in the cavern where the bones of brave mours of human justice and indignation, is too apt men are never to blcach, are never to decay. Go, to intercept that sustained roll of artillery which where the mother and infant are inseparable for is requisite for the effectual assault of long-estabever-one mass of charcoal; the breasts that gave lished abuses. Luckily in the present case of the life, the lips that received it--all, all, save only Dahra massacre there is the less danger of such a where two arms, in colour and hardness like cor- result, as the bloody scene has happened to fall roded iron, cling round a brittle stem, shrunken, in with a very awakened state of the public senwarped, and where two heads are calcined. Even sibility as to the evils of war generally, and with this massacre, no doubt, will find defenders in a state of expectation almost romantically excited your country, for it is the custom of your country as to the possibility of readily or soon extermito cover blood with lies, and lies with blood.' nating these evils. And (says the facetious French Marshal) here Hope meantime, even if unreasonable, becomes and there a sprinkling of ashes over both." wise and holy when it points along a path of purARAB. “Ending in merrimont, as befits ye. But poses that are more than usually beneficent. is it ended?" But is it ended? Ave; the wild | According to a fine illustration of Sir Philip Sidderness beyond Algiers returns an echo to those ney's, drawn from the practice of archery, by ominous words of the blind and mutilated chief- attempting more than we can possibly accomplish, tain. No, bravo Arab, although the Marshal we shall yet reach farther than ever we should scoffingly rejoins that at least it is ended for you, have reached with a less ambitious aim; we shall ended it is not; for the great quarrel by which do much for the purification of war, if nothing at human nature pleads with such a fiendish spirit all for its abolition; and atrocities of this Algerine of warfare, carried on under the countenance of order are amongst the earliest that will give way. him who stands first in authority under the nation They will sink before the growing illumination, that stands second in authority amongst the and (what is equally important) before the growleaders of civilization. A quarrel of that sort, ing combination of minds acting simultaneously once arising, does not go to sleep again until it from various centres, in nations otherwise the is righted for ever. As the English martyr at most at variance. By a rate of motion continuOxford said to his fellow martyr-“ Brother, be ally accelerated, the gathering power of the press, of good cheer, for we shall this day light up a falling in with the growing facilities of personal fire in England that, by the blessing of God, intercourse, is, day by day, bringing Europe more cannot be extinguished for ever”-even so the and more into a state of fusion, in which the subatrocities of these hybrid campaigns between lime name of Christendom will continually become baffled civilization and barbarism, provoked into more significant, and will express a unity of the frenzy, will, like the horrors of the middle passage inost awful order, viz., in the midst of strife, long rising up from the Atlantic deep, suddenly, at the surviving as to inferior interests and subordinate bar of the British Senate; sooner or later repro- opinions, will express an agreement continually duce themselves in strong reactions of the social more close, and an agreement continually more mind throughout Christendom, upon all the hor- operative, upon all capital questions affecting hurors of war that are wilful and supertiuous. In man rights, duties, and the interests of human that case there will be a consolation in reserve for progress. Before that tribunal, which every the compatriots of those, the brave men, the throb of every steam-engine, in printing-houses women, and the innocent children, who died in and on railroads, is hurrying to establish, all that fiery furnace at Dahra.

flagrant abuses of belligerent powers will fall " Their moans

prostrate; and, in particular, no form of pure unThe vales redoubled to the hills, and they disguised murder will be any longer allowed to To heaven.''*

confound itself with the necessities of honourable The caves of Dahra repeated the woe to the hills, warfare. and the hills to God. But such a furnace, Much alroady has been accomplished on this though fierce, may be viewed as brief indeed if patlı ; more than people are aware of ; so gradual it shall terminate in permanently pointing the and silent has been the advance. How noiseless wrath of nations (as in this dialogue it has pointed is the growth of corn! Watch it night and day the wrath of genius) to the particular outrage for a week, and you will never see it growing; and class of outrages which it concerns. The but return after two months, and you will find it wrath of nations is a consuming wrath, and the all whitening for the harvest. Such, and so imscorn of intelleet is a withering scorn, for all perceptible in the stages of their motion, are the abuses upon which either one or the other is lod, victories of the press. Here is ono instance, by strength of circumsta nccs, to settle itself sys- Just forty-seven years ago, on the shores of Syria,

was celebrated by Napoleon Bonaparte, the most Milton, in uttering his grief (but also his hopes grow damnable carnival of murder that romance has ing out of this grief) upon a similar tragedy, viz., the n as

Rather sacre of the Protestant women and childien by the bloc dy fabled, or that history has recorded. Piedmontese."

more than four thousand men--not (like Tyroleso

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