imparting a consciousness of power, called into action hopes, aims and sentiments, which, unenvoked, might have long slumbered in impotent despair. This was a high service. Let it be duly honored. We believe it to be the only process by which a class of men, among the noblest of their kind, can be effectually roused and comforted; and in view of the sphere of utility thus realized, it is scarcely grateful to criticise the example which these memoirs reveal. Yet, there is a vast difference between character and thought, opinion and life, habit and genius. For the truths to which Channing attached such inestimable value, we refer to his writings; for a portrait of the man, we are indebted to his biographer, and that suggests many inferences which serve to throw new light upon the actual relation between personality and faith. One great principle we everywhere see displayed is that the generation of an inward force is the great end of all that deserves the name of education. Not in scholarship, readiness, tact or discipline—but in the capacity to think wisely, to feel truly, to act justly, lies the absolute greatness of man. It is in vain to evade or conceal this primal fact. In Channing's own words, "to get a disposable strength of intellect," is after all the one thing needful in all genuine mental culture. Doubtless this is to be attained in various ways, according to the tendencies and gifts of the individual; in his case it was by meditative rather than external intentness that the boon was sought and found. And to enforce this law, as the requisite of similarly constituted beings, seems to us the essential truth to be gleaned from these volumes. It is only partially recognized in our systems of education and individual theories. Lamb says a man may lose himself in another's ideas as easily as in a neighbor's grounds. We may be so diverted from all singleness of purpose and individuality of life, as to defeat the very object sought abroad, even among the richest fields of experience. "To thine own self be true" was a maxim of the sagacious and prudent courtier; more nobly interpreted, it is also the doctrine of moral insight, and one which Channing has most admirably illustrated.

HOPE's" fond delights one tuneful bard✩ hath sung, Whose fame Apollo might have wished to share, Bright star-eyed Hope, when his wild numbers rung, Born once again to earth, divinely fair,"Enchanted smiled and waved her golden hair," But still her promised good is far away,

For when at last brought near, most oft despair
Is found to dwell and rule with iron sway
Where she had promised most and cast her brightest ray.
IV.

The pleasing joys that "MEMORY's" voice recalls
Have oft been sung, and late by onet whose strain

Upon the ear in softened cadence falls,

But memory's song awakes, with each refrain,
Those deep-toned chords that bring up tears again,
We linger o'er the past with sad regret,

Where lie our blighted hopes on time's dark plain,
Each happy interval review, and yet
Would all its bliss forego could we its pains forget.
V.

With nobler aim and far sublimer flight,

An elder bard‡ awoke the tuneful shell, And to "IMAGINATION's" realms of light Mounted on viewless wing, and caught the swell Of angel choirs, as gently rose and fell Their votive praise on high. Though strong its sway, Imagination's but a passing spell

An Ignis Fatuus, whose delusive ray

Lights up unreal worlds, and glows but to betray.

Thought spreads for all a deep and boundless sea, Where billows of delight incessant roll,

Each glowing with the light of DEITY, While wrapt in thought's sweet reverie, the soul Enjoys a meed of bliss that earth can ne'er control.

VII.

The power of thought alone gives man the sway And right to rule as lord o'er earth's domain, It makes the forest-king his will obey,

And lightning's vengeful bolt admit his reign.

The noble river, coursing to the main,

Diverted from its bed, his mastery feels,

E'en Ocean's self is made to wear his chain,

And on his surge to bear a thousand keels,

They guide the erring soul through darkest hour, In wisdom's way, where heavenly fountains well; Oft yield to poverty the richest dower, Disperse the gloom which fills the dungeon cell, And earth as Eden glows beneath their magic spell.

XIII.

Now let us range abroad and take our fill

From this rich source of thought, where pleasure gleams

As morning sunlight on the slanting hill,

Or, as upon the wave it laughing seems

To sport and play and watch its wrinkling beams. The joys we gather here will never tire,

Nor flit like empty forms of idle dreams, But fill the soul's enlarged and chaste desire,

To God-the soul's high source and final rest! The highest theme to men or angels known; Who know of Him the most are highest blest,

His mind could never grasp though stretched to utmost power!

XXV.

The blood-stained hero, fresh from conquered fields,

In triumph borne along, to be admired, Amid the dazzling pageantry ne'er feels

A tithe of that rich joy, which once inspired

The sage of olden time, who sought untired

For latent truths, and oft his problem tried.

When thought at last had grasped the prize, it fixed His inmost soul, and swift as bursting tide

He rushed the streets along and loud "EUREKA!" cried.

XXVI.

No tongue can tell the joy COLUMBUS felt,
When first the thought sublime flashed o'er his soul
Of undiscovered worlds; for as he dwelt

Upon the rapturous theme, thought spurned control,
And leaped the rolling surge and reached the goal,

In darkness still are left to sigh and groan.
THOUGHT to the soul must be the loosened dove,
Out o'er the deluged world to go alone,
And back return with the sweet pledge of love,

That when the floods subside our Ark shall rest above,

XXI.

The mouldering heaps which curious eyes explore,
Of fluted shaft or broken architrave,
From Egypt's quarries wrought in days of yore,
When kings in servile chains did all enslave,
And thousands died to build each sovereign's grave;
The rock-hewn cities long from traveller's eye

Concealed, where owlets shriek and satyrs rave;
The Sphinx, and Pyramids which prop the sky,
Are waymarks left by Thought in ages long gone by.

XXII.

And there were those in time's most early day,
Who saw in marble Beauty's glowing trace,
The magic chisel seized and struck away

The rock, and forth she stood instinct with grace;
While others sought by Helicon a place,
And with the choral Nine awoke the strain;
And foremost he, who won immortal bays,
And sung of conquering Greece and Ilion's pain,
Of fierce Achilles' wrath and noble Hector slain.

XXIII.

Each varying mind a theme congenial finds,
In Nature's boundless range of wondrous things.
Some note the laws which sphere in sphere confines,
And number every star, as science flings
Light on their path revealing all their springs;
While others read portrayed upon the rock,

Each phase of earth, e'er Time with new-fledged wings,
Had soared in its first flight: the earthquake's shock
To them, is Nature's door, at which for truth they knock.

XXIV.

The Swedish sage oft sought the dewy mead,
And plucked the opening flowers with wrapt delight;
Their petals told, their leaves and shining seed,
Their blooms of iris ues and spotless white,
Limned by a skill vine to charm the sight.
To him each bird, ach leaf or blooming flower,
Which smiles by day or drinks the dew by night,

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Though unexplored the waves expansive roll Across his way, where bides no lingering trail, His bark is on the deep and drives before the gale.

XXVII.

Kings had refused when he for aid did sue,

And courtly fools would taunt with laugh and jeer;
But still unmoved, he kept the prize in view;
And oft in vision rapt, like holy seer,

He saw Hesperia's land approaching near,
Proud to receive his name. He paused no more,
But ventured on when others shrunk with fear,
And bliss enjoyed as none enjoyed before,
When morning's early light revealed the welcome shore !

XXVIII.

The lightning's flash the admiring FRANKLIN saw,
As through the azure vault with undimmed eye,
He soared on Thought's strong wing, and traced the law
Which rolled its thundering wheels along the sky;
Anon he raised his daring hand on high,

And grasped the quivering bolt and quenched its ire;
Then bade it pause, or harmless onward fly,
And thus gave wings to thought of heavenly fire,
And won a brilliant fame whose rays shall ne'er expire!

XXIX.

The man who thus could brave the lightning's shock,
Was never born to wear a tyrant's chain,

Or stoop with servile bow, but like the rock
Which laughs at wind and storm and raging main,
To stand unmoved, with heaven-exalted mein,
And thus he stood and vowed his country free

From haughty lordling's rule and kingly reign,
And bade her sons no more with suppliant knee,
Bow down to fellow dust and beg for liberty!

XXX.

Hail Liberty! thou boon which all men crave,
More precious far than life or crowns of gold;
Thou ne'er on earth hadst found an early grave,
If Thought's free range had not been first controlled.
But thou art free again! and who can hold
Thee now, or stay thy march? No sceptred foe,
Nor mitred priest, with heart to Satan sold,
For man has caught anew the kindling glow,
And on his march shall be till Earth shall Freedom know!

XXXI.

Let Gallia's traitor kings a warning be

To thrones and powers-ay, let them henceforth know That man has power to act, and dare be free;

That he was born to think, and thought shall flow Free as the air we breathe, the winds that blow. Who dares again oppress with traitorous scheme, Shall by a freeman's arm be stricken low; The age of Kings has passed-a vanished dreamFREEDOM ascends the throne, and THOUGHT shall reign supreme!

XXXII.

The PRESS, which strives Thought's power to extend,
Gives "local habitation and a name"

To what the mind conceives. Its force shall end
Grim Error's reign, and blast to endless shame
The foes of human kind, but spread the fame
The good man seeks to earth's remotest bound.
Against its freedom only those exclaim,
Who dread the dazzling light it sheds around,
Exposing deeds they seek to shroud in gloom profound.

XXXIII.

What! seek the Press omnipotent to stay?

First in thy grasp the viewless winds enchain, And hurl the comet from its chosen way;

Go bind the waves, dark-heaving o'er the main, And bid the sun stand still o'er yonder plain; Make darkness come-turn noon-day into night,

Arrest the shafts of Death, and end his reignThen hope the Press to bind, and quench its light By force of human law and arm of human might!

XXXIV.

A few wise men have lived in every age,

Who ne'er by vice obscured their mental sight, As SOCRATES, or PAUL the Christian sage,

Whose words went forth as beams of heavenly light, And rolled from earth the seven-fold pall of night; AS WASHINGTON, for god-like actions sent,

Or Quincy's sage whose "life was in the right," Who, falling when his powers at last were spent, Exclaimed, "this is the last of earth, I am content."

XXXV.

The mind aroused as ne'er in former years,
Majestic, like the sun, moves on its way
Of light from clime to clime, and earth appears
To glow e'en now with bright immortal ray !
Old things with olden times have passed away,
And man no more with plodding step is found
In search of joys which ne'er his toil repay,

But like the wingéd light, with one rebound,

Leaps to the goal of thought, and circles earth around!

XXXVI.

The forest melts at his advancing stride,

And up, like magic, towns and cities spring;

The subtle elements his will abide,

And serve his wish as subjects serve their king. Each day reveals some new, unheard-of thing, Till Wonder long has ceased to feel surprise-THOUGHT now goes forth upon the lightning's wing, Which, round the circling earth obedient flies At man's command, as swift it speeds along the skies!

XXXVII.

Thus THOUGHT goes forth and holds the world in awe,
Subservient makes each seen and latent power,

(Led to their springs by truth's unerring law,)
Bedecks the desert wild with fruit and flower,
And gleans from barren fields a princely dower;
Amid confusion, perfect order finds,

A radiant sun, where clouds of darkness lower;
Culls rarest gems from long neglected mines,
And purest bliss enjoys where ignorance repines!

XXXVIII.

O'er Earth ere long a fearful change shall pass,
Hurled back to chaos whence at first it came,
Its beauty changed to one unshapen mass,

As round it spreads the fierce devouring flame, Which leaves no lingering trace of place or fame; Then o'er the scene shall THOUGHT arise and shine, With radiant beams the noonday sun shall shame, And from the smouldering wrecks of Earth and Time, In triumph mount to God Immortal and DIVINE! Louisville, Ky.

Shakspeare, the Earl of Southampton and "The Tempest."

Shakspeare after, and probably on account of the deer-stealing affair, went from Stratford to London about the year 1587. Here finding Richard Burbidge, who was from the immediate neighborhood of Stratford, engaged in the calling of a stage-player, he likewise betook himself to the stage, and acted at the Globe theatre, (the Earl of Leicester's or the Queen's,) and afterwards at the Blackfriars. Two years later he appears to have become a stockholder in the latter establishment, and from this source he afterwards derived a very considerable income. After taking up his abode in London, he won the friendship of young Henry Wriothesley, the generous, the romantic Earl of Southampton, who was destined to enjoy the double honor of being the patron of Shakspeare, and of the Colony of Virginia. In 1593 the poet, aged 29, dedicated "Venus and Adonis," his first production, to the Earl, who was then only 19, and in the following year, "The Rape of Lucrece," his second poem. The Earl of Southampton was a great favorite of the Earl of Essex, who appointed him General of the horse in Ireland, contrary to the known wishes of the Queen; by whose repeated orders he was displaced. In 1597 he accompanied Essex as a volunteer in an unfortunate expedition against the Spanish in the West Indies. And during a temporary loss of the Queen's favor, owing to the circumstances of