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character of the subject upon which it is employed, or of the cause which it advocates ; that it should be considered, in fact, as a mere instrument, a weapon, a sword, I which may be used in a good cause, or in a bad one; may be wielded by a patriot, or a highwayman; may give protection to the dearest interests of society, or may threaten those interests with the irruption of pride, and profligacy, and folly, -of all the vices which compose the curse and degradation of our species.

2. I am the more disposed to dwell a little upon this subject, because I am persuaded that it is not sufficiently attended to, 132

— nay, that in ninety-nine instances out of a hundred it is not attended to at all ,14 — that works of imagination are perused for the sake of the wit which they display; which wit not only reconciles us to, but endears to us, opinions, and feelings, and habits, at war with wisdom and morality, to say nothing of religion ;- in short, that we admire the polish, the temper, and shape of the sword, and the dexterity with which it is wielded, though it is the property of a lūnătic, or of a brāvo; though it is brandished in the face of wisdom and virtue; and, at every wheel,103 threatens to inflict a wound"9 that will disfigure some feature, or lop some member; or, with masterly adroitness, aims a death-thrust at the heart!

3. I would deprive genius of the worship that is paid to it for its own sake. Instead of allowing it to dictate to the world, I would have the world dictate to it, - aictate to it so far as the vital interests of society are affected. I know it is the opinion of many that the moral of mere poetry is of little avail; that we are charmed by its melody and wit, and uninjured by its levity and profaneness; and hence many a thing has been allowed in poetry, which would have been scouted, deprecated, rejected, had it appeared in prose; as if vice and folly were less pernicious for being introduced to us with an elegant and insinuating address ; or as if the graceful folds and polished scales of a serpent were an antidote against the venom of its sting.

4. There is not a more prolific source of human error than that railing at the world which obtrudes itself so frequently upon our attention in the perusing of Lord Byron's poems, – that sickness of disgust which begins its indecent heavings whensoever the idea of the species forces itself upon hiin. The species is not perfect; but it retains too much of the image of its Maker, preserves too many evidences of the modelling of the Hand that fashicned it, is too near to the hovering providence of its disregarded but still cherishing Author, to excuse, far less to call for,

or justify, desertion, or disclaiming, or revilings upon the part of any one of its members.

5. I know no more pitiable object than the man who standing upon the pigmy eminence of his own self-importance, looks around upon the species with an eye that never throws a beam of satisfaction on the prospect, but visits with a scowl whatsoever it lights upon. The world is not that reprobāte world, that it should be cut off from the visitation of charity; that it shou'd be represented as having no alter'native but to inflict or bear. Life is not one continued scene of wrestling with our fellows. Mankinder are not forever grappling one another by the throat. There is such a thing as the grăsp of friendship, as the outstretched hand of benevolence, as an interchange of good offices, as a mi igling, a crowding, a straining together for the relief or the benefit of our species.

6. The moral he thus inculcates is one of the most baneful tendency. The principle of self-love,- implanted in us for the best, but capable of being perverted to the worst of purposes, by a fatal abuse, too ofien disposes us to indulge in this sweeping depreciation of the species; a depreciation founded upon some fallacious idea of superior value in ourselves, with which imaginary excellence we conceive the world to be at war. A greater source of error cannot exist.



1. The spacious firmamentol on high,

With all the blue ethereäll46 sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
The unwearied sun from day to day
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty IIand.
2. Soon as the evening shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening carth
Repeats the story of her birth ;
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

3. What, though in solemn59 silence all

Move round this dark terrestrial ball?

What, though no reäl voice por sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found ?
In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing, as they shine,
“ The Hand that made us is Divine.”



ParT FIRST. 1. The planet on which we live is twenty-five thousand miles in circum'ferénce, and its surface is diversified and adorned wita oceans, continents, and islands, — with mountains, valleys, forests, and rivers; and over all is stretched the glorious cănopy of the heavens, forever lovely with the golden light of the stars. The distance of the earth from the sun is, in round numbers, one hundred millions of miles; which is, of course, the rādius" or semi-diam'ěterei of its orbit. Er

2. This orbit, therefore, reaches through a circuit4of six hundred millions of miles, along which the earth passes at the rate of seventy thousand miles an hour. And it should be remembered that this earth of ours, instead of being something con'trary to the visible heavens, is a portion of them; so that we are as truly in the heavens where we are, as we could be in any other point of space.

3. We are at this moment more than thirty-five thousand miles distant from the point in space where we were thirty minutes ago. We have actually travelled thirty-five thousand miles, beside being carried by the diurnal motion of the earth five hundred miles further east than we were half an hour ago ! It is difficult to feel the reälity of this, and yet it is as certain as figures.

4. Nep'tūne, the outermost body of our solar family, is thirty times as far from the sun as we are, or three thousand millions of miles. From this we mount to the nearest fixed star, or the sun in our cluster next to us; and that is twenty millions of mil. lions of miles distant from the earth.

5. And over this space it takes the light more than three years to come to us, travelling at the rate of two hundred thou. sand miles in a second. How overwhelming the thought! And yět this star is only the first mile-stone on the great highway that stretches along the measureless abysses of space.

6. This whole firmamentol of ours, including the Milky Way

of which it is a part, is only one among the myriado hosts of heaven! With all its innumerable suns and systems, and the tremendous voids that lie between, it is only one company in the grand army of God; a single cluster among multitūdes of others of equal and greater magnitude and splendor.

7. And, if three thousand millions of miles separate the sun from one of its planets, and twenty millions of millions of miles separate one sun from another, what, — the same stūpendous scale being preserved,140 — what must be the breadth of that Dameless profound which separates one firmament121 from another, - which lies between those magnificent and mighty clusters, that, as the telëscopeel is improved, rise upon the fielder of vision, troop behind troop, emerging forever out of the fathomless depths of space!

8. Verily, we are ready to exclaim, with the Psalmist, EI « O Lord God Almighty, marvellous are thy works, and that 118 my soul knoweth right well, — marvellous are thy works, and in wisdom and in power hast thou made them all.” And, were it not that we have the assurance that they are made in goodness as well as in wisdom and power, we should almost fear lest we should be overlooked and forgotten amid this endless wilderness of worlds; often we should take up that other cry of the Psalmist,60 —“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars which thou hast ordained, what is man, that thou art mindful of him, and the son of man, that thou visitest him!”


Part SECOND. 1. And yět, after all, it is man, it is mind, it is intelligent spirit,e that gives to this grand theatreel of the material universe all its substantial use and worth, all its reäl glory! Without men and angels, without Mind to appreciate and enjoy it, to honor and glorify its Author, it would be like a splendid and costly pănora mal without spectators.

2. It would be as if one should compose and have performed a magnificent õratöʻriões without an audience! And this brings us to the argument for the endless life of the soul, the immortality of Mind, which seems necessarily and logically to grow out of the infinitūde of the material universe.

3. For what is this display of worlds and suns, of galaxiegel and constellations and clusters, without number and without

end, if the soul, so colossalei in its powers, so fitted to explore, appreciate, and enjoy these wonders, and through which, only these and all else can glorify God, — if this is to perish at death ana be no more forever?

4 Why is so glorious a work set out before it, and ability and energy given to perform it, but the time alone denied ? For, surely the present life, compared with the extent of the universe, is as a cipher to infinity. The mind has opportunity only to try its powers, to realize what it can do if time be given, and then it is crushed out, according to the gospel el of unbelief, leaving the glorious work it could do all uninished, — yea, El scarcely begun!

5. Let us look at this : let us consider how much one can do toward a thorough acquaintance with our little planet, the earth, within the space of time allotted to the ordinary life of man How much is it possible for us to accomplish in studying the surface of our globe, its mountains, seas, rivers, plains, deserts, forests, and mines; its countless forms of animal and vegetable life, — beasts and birds,— fishes, reptiles, and insects, – plants flowers, and fruits, — nations, languages, customs, modes of life, - history, science, and art, — and so through the encyclopēdia El of all knowledge possible to man in his present estate,131 — how much of this grand survey,82 in its endless details, is it possible for us to accomplish in a single lifetime ?

6. Extend now this study and survey to the myriad millions of worlds and systems which we have glanced at in passing, and the myriad millions more, invisible, plunging through the fathomless profound of space. What time will be needsul to this great work, what time to behold, examine, El and enjoy the nameless and numberless exhibitions of the Divine power, and wisdom, and goodness, spread out on this broad and magnificent theatre of the universe, what time to become familiar with the order and arrangements, the harmonies and beauties, the life and history, of each one of these glittering orbs ?132

7. What time, but that which shall parallel this endless procession of suns and constellations ? What life, but an unending one, will be long enough to look upon all the glorious wonders of Creative Power; and lift the veil from the beautiful mysteries which burn along the infinite abysses, and invite the gaze of the exulting astronomer, only to show him that they lie beyond the reach of all human efforts !

8. Is there not here, then, a presumptive proof of the endless life of the soul ?128 Has not God himself furnished us here an illustration of the great revelation of the gospel, that we live for ever? Is He not consistent Are not all his works in har

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