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when thou leavest us, shall be, that never, and shall we ever see her more ?) has been never, may such be thy fate!" Were those often pleased to say that we excel.' But let us prayers heard in heaven and granted on earth ? off to the Moor. Piro! Ponto! Basta! to your We ask our heart in awe, but its depths are paws, and O'Bronte, unfurl your tail to heaven. silent, and make no response.
Pointers ! ye are a noble trio. White, 0 PonBut is it our intention to sit scribbling here to! art thou as the foam of the sea. Piro! thou all day? Our fancy lets our feet enjoy their tan of all tans! red art thou as the dun-deer's sinecure, and they stretch themselves out in hide, and fleet as he while thou rangest the indolent longitude beneath the Tent-table, mountain brow, now hid in heather, and now while we are settled in spirit, a silent thought, re-appearing over the rocks. Waur hawk, on the battlements of our cloud-castle on the Basta!--for finest-scented through be thy scar summit of Cruachan. What a prospect! Our let nostrils, one bad trick alone hast thou; and cloud-castle rests upon a foundation of granite whenever that gray wing glances from some precipices; and down along their hundred pillar-stone in the wilderness, headlong goest chasms, from which the eye recoils, we look onthou, O lawless negro! But behave thyself toLoch-Etive bearing on its bosom stationary-day, Basta! and let the kestrel unheeded sail so it seems in the sunshinemone snow-white or sun herself on the cliff. As for thee, sail! What brings the creature there—and on O'Bronte! the sable dog with the star-bright what errand may she be voyaging up the un- breast, keep thou like a serf at our heels, and inhabited sea-arm that stretches away into the when our course lies over the sens and marshes, uninhabited mountains? Some poet, perhaps, thou mayst sweep like a hairy hurricane among steers her-sitting at the helm in a dream, and the flappers, and haply to-day grip the old drake allowing her to dance her own way, at her own himself, and with thy fan-like tail proudly will, up and down the green glens and hills of spread in the wind, deposit at thy master's feet, the foam-crested waves-a swell rolling in the with a smile, the monstrous mallard. beauty of light and music for ever attendant But in what direction shall we go, callantson her, as the Sea-mew—for so we choose to towards what airt shall we turn our faces ? name her-pursues her voyage—now on water, Over yonder cliffs shall we ascend, and deand now, as the breezes drop, in the air-ele- scend into Glen-Creran, where the stony rements at times undistinguishable, as the sha- gions that the ptarmigan love melts away into dows of the clouds and of the mountains mingle miles of the grousey heather, which, ere we their imagery in the sea. Oh! that our head, near the salmon-haunted Loch so beautiful, like that of a spider, were all studded with loses itself in woods that mellow all the heights eyes-that our imagination, sitting in the of Glen Ure and Fasnacloigh with silvan “palace of the, soul," (a noble expression, shades, wherein the cushat coos, and the roe borrowed or stolen by Byron from Waller,) glides through the secret covert? Or shall we might see all at once all the sights from centre away up by Kinloch-Etive, and Melnatorran, to circumference, as if all rallying around her and Mealgayre, into the Solitude of Sireams, for her own delight, and oppressing her with that from all their lofty sources down to the farthe poetry of nature-a lyrical, and elegiac, an distant Loch have never yet brooked, nor will epic, or a tragic strain. Now the bright blue they ever brook, the bondage of bridges, save water-gleams enchain her vision, and are felt of some huge stone Aung across some chasm, to constitute the vital, the essential spirit of or trunk of a tree-none but trunks of trees the whole-Loch Awe land-serpent, large as there, and all dead for centuries--that had serpent of the sea, lying asleep in the sun, sunk down where it grew, and spanned the with his burnished skin all bedropt with scales food that eddies round it with a louder music? of silver and of gold-the lands of Lorn, mot- Wild region! yet not barren; for there are tled and speckled with innumerous lakelets, cattle on a thousand hills, that, wild as the where fancy sees millions of water-lilies riding very red-deer, toss their heads as they snuff at anchor in bays where the breezes have fallen the feet of rarest stranger, and form round him asleep-Oban, splendid among the splendours in a half-alarmed and half-threatening crescent. of that now almost motionless mediterranean, There flocks of goats--outliers from Dalness the mountain-loving Linnhe Loch-Jura, Isla, -may be seen as if following one another on Colonsay, and nameless other islands, floating the very air, along the lichen-stained cliffs that far and wide away on-on to Coll and Tiree, frown down unfathomed abysses and there is drowned beneath the faint horizon. But now frequent heard the whirring of the gorcock's all the eyes in our spider-head are lost in one wing, and his gobble gathering together his blaze of undistinguishable glory; for the brood, scattered by the lightning that in its whole Highlands of Scotland are up in their season volleys through the silence, else far power against us-rivers, lochs, seas, islands, deeper than that of death ;-for the silence of cliffs, clouds, and mountains. The pen drops death-that is of a churchyard filled with tombs from our hand, and here we are-not on the -is nothing to the austerity of the noiselessness battlements of the air-palace on the summit of that prevails under the shadow of Unimore Cruachan-but sitting on a tripod or three- and Attchorachen, with their chiiis on which legged stool at the mouth of our Tent, with our the storms have engraven strange hieroglyphi. MS. before us, and at our right hand a quechcalinscriptions, which, could but we read them of Glenlivet, fresh drawn from yonder ten-gal- wisely, would record the successive ages of the lon cask and here's to the health of " Honest Earth, from the hour when fire or flood first men and bonny lasses” all over the globe. moulded the mountains, down to the very mo
So much for description--an art in which ment that we are speaking, and with small the Public (God bless her, where is she now- steel-hammer roughening the edges of our flints that they may fail not to murder. Or snorting pause, over the miry meadows-tanshall we away down by Armaddy, where the tivy !--tantivy kaway! away! away! Fox-Hunter dwells and through the woods of Oh! son of a Rep! were not those glorious Inverkinglass and Achran, “double, double, days? But Time has laid his finger on us toil and trouble” overcome the braes of Ben- both, Filho; and never more must we two be anea and Mealcopucaich, and drop down like seen by the edge of the cover, two unwearied eagles into Glen-Scrae, with a
" When first the hunter's startling horn is heard peep in the distance of the young tower of Upon the golden hills." Dalmally, and the old turreis of Kilchurn ?
'Tis the last learned and highest lesson of Rich and rare is the shooting-ground, Hamish, Wisdom, Filho, in man's studious obedience which by that route lies between this our Tent to Nature's laws-to know when to stop in his and the many tarns that freshen the wilder- career. Pride, Passion, Pleasure, all urge him nesses of Lochanancrioch. Say the word-tip on; while Prudence, Propriety, Peace, cry the wink-tongue on your cheek-up with halt! halt! halt! That mandate we have your forefinger-and we shall go; for hark, timeously obeyed; and having, unblamed we Hamish, our chronometer chimes eight- hope, and blameless, carried on the pastimes long day is yet before us-and what if we be of youth into manhood, and even through the benighted?' We have a full moon and plenty prime of manhood to the verge of age-on that of stars. All these are splendid schemes_but what and down the debatable land, we had the reso
verge, after some few farewell vagaries up say you, Hamish, to one less ambitious, and lution to drop our bridle-hand, to unloosen the better adapted to Old Kit? Let us beat all the spurs from our heels, and to dismount from best bits down by Armaddy—the Forge-Gleno, the stateliest and swiftest steed, Filho, that and Inveraw. We may do that well in some
ever wafted mortal man over moor and mounsix or seven hours--and then let us try that tain like a storm-driven cloud. famous salmon-cast nearest the mansion
You are sure we are on, Hamish? And that (you have the rods ?)—and is time permit, an he will not run away? Come, come, Surefoot, hour's trolling in Loch Awe, below the Pass
none of your fünking! A better mane for of the Brander, for one of those giants that holding on by we could not imagine. Pure have immortalized the names of a Maule, a Shelty you say, Hamish? From his ears we Goldie, and a Wilson. Mercy on us, Shelty, should have suspected his grandfather of what a beard! You cannot have been shaved having been at least a Zebra. . since Whitsunday-and never saw we such lengthy love-locks as those dangling at your heels. But let us mount, old Surefoot-mulish in naught but an inveterate aversion to all
FLIGHT SECOND-THE COVES OF stumbling. And now for the heather! But
CRUACHAN. are you sure, gents, that we are on? And has it come to this! Where is the
COMMA-semicolon-colon-full-point! All grandson of the desert-born ?
three scent-struck into attitude steady as stones. Thirty years ago, and thou Filho da Puta That is beautiful. Ponto straight as a rodwert a flyer! A fencer beyond compare! Piro in a slight curvemand Basta a perfect Dost thou remember how, for a cool five semicircle. O'Bronte ! down on your marrowhundred, thou clearedst yon canal in a style bones. But there is no need, Hamish, either that rivalled that of the red-deer across the for hurry or haste. On such ground, and on chasms of Cairngorm? All we had to do, was such a day, the birds will lie as if they were to hold hard and not ride over the hounds, asleep. Hamish, the flask!--not the powderwhen, running breast-high on the rear of Rey- filask, you dotterel--but the Glenlivet. 'Tis nard, the savage pack wakened the welkin thus we always love to steady our hand for with the tumultuous hubbub of their death-cry, the first shot. It gives a fine feeling to the and whipper-in and huntsmen were flogging forefinger. on their faltering flight in vain through fields Ha! the heads of the old cock and hen, like and forests flying behind thy heels that glanced snakes, above the heather-motionless, but and glittered in the frosty sunshine. What with glancing eyes and preparing for the steed like thee in all Britain at a steeple chase? spring. Whirr--whirr-whirr-bang-bang Thy hoofs scorned the strong stubble, and tapsillery-- tapsalteery-thu-thud — thud ! skimmed the deep fallows, in which all other old cock and old hen both down, Hamish. horses-heavy there as dragoons-seemed No mean omen, no awkward augury, of the fetlock-bound, or laboured on in staggerings, day's sport. Now for the orphan familysoil-sunk to the knees. Ditches dwindled marked ye them round beneath thy bounds, and rivulets were as rills;
“The swelling instep of the mountain's foot ?" or if in flood they rudely overran their banks, into the spate plunged thy sixteen hands and “Faith and she's the teevil's nainsel--that is a-half height, like a Polar monster leaping she-at the shutin'; for may I tine ma mull, from an iceberg into the sea, and then lifting up and never pree sneeshin' mair, if she hae na thy small head and fine neck and high shoul- richt and left murdered fowre o' the creturs !" der, like a Draco from the weltering waters, "Four !
_why we only covered the old peowith a few priud pawings to which the re- ple; but if younkers will cross, 'tis their own covered greensward rang, thy whole bold, fault that they bite the heather.”_ They're bright-brown bulk reappeared on the bank, a' fowre spewin', sir, except anemand her's crested by old Christopher, and after one short head's aff--and she's jumpin' about waur nor
ony o' them, wi' her bluidy neck. I wuss she physiognomists and phrenologists are we, and mayna tak to her wings again, and owre the what with instinctive, and what with intuitive knowe. But ca’ in that great toozy ootlandish knowledge, we keek in a moment through all dowg, sir, for he's devourin' them--see hoo disguise. He in the centre of the group is he's flingin' them, first ane and then anither, the stickit minister--on his right stands the outowre his shoother, and keppin' them afore drunken dominie-on his left the captain, who they touch the grun in his mooth, like a in that raised look retains token of delirium mountebank wi'a shoor o'oranges !"- —“Ham-tremens--the land-louper behind him is the ish, are they bagged ?”—“Ou aye.” “ Then land-measurer, who would be well to do in away to windward, ye sons of bitches-Hea- the world were he “monarch of all he survens, how they do their work!"
veyed,”—but has been long out at elbows, and Up to the time of our grand climacteric we his society not much courted since he was loved a wide range--and thought nothing of rude to the auld wife at the time the gudeman describing and discussing a circle of ten miles was at the peats. That fine tall youth, the diameter in a day, up to our hips in heather. widow's son in Gleno, 'and his friend the But for these dozen or twenty years bypast, Sketcher, with his portfolio under his arm, we have preferred a narrow beat, snugly seat are in indifferent company, Hamish; but who, ed on a sheltry, and pad the hoof on the hill pray, may be the phenomenon in plush, with
Yonder is the kind of ground we bow and arrow, and tasseled horn, bonnet now love-for why should an old man make a jauntily screwed to the sinister, glass stuck toil of a pleasure? "Tis one of the many in socket, and precisely in the middle of his small coves belonging to Glen-Etive, and looks puckered mouth a cigar. You do not say so down from no very great elevation upon the -a grocer's apprentice from the Gorbals! Loch. Its bottom, and sides nearly halfway No need of confabulating there, gemmen, on up, are green pastures, sheep-nibbled as smooth the knowe-come forward and confront Chrisas a lawn-and a rill, dropping in diamonds topher North. We find we have been too sefrom the cliffs at its upper end, betrays itself, vere in our strictures. After all, they are not where the water is invisible, by a line of still a bad set of fellows, as the world goes-imlivelier verdure. An old dilapidated sheepfold prudence must not be too harshly condemned is the only building, and seems to make the --Shakspeare taught us to see the soul of good scene still more solitary. Above the green in things evil-these two are excellent lads; pastures are the richest beds and bosoms of and, as for impertinence, it often proceeds heather ever bees murmured on-and above from mauvais honte, and with a glance we shall them nothing but bare cliffs. A stiff breeze replace the archer behind his counter. is now blowing into this cove from the sea- How goes it, Cappy ? Rather stiff in the loch; and we shall slaughter the orphan fami- back, minister, with the mouth of the fowling. ly at our leisure. 'Tis probable they have piece peeping out between the tails of your dropped-single bird after single bird-or in long coat, and the butt at the back of your twos and threes-all along the first line of head, by way of bolster? You will find it heather that met their flight; and if so, we more comfortable to have her in hand. That shall pop them like partridges in turnips. bamboo, dominie, is well known to be an airThree points in the game! Each dog, it is gun. Have you your horse-pistol with you manifest, stands to a different lot of feathers ; to-day, surveyor ? Sagittarius, think you, you and we shall slaughter them, without dis- could hit, at twoscore, a haystack flying? Sit mounting, seriatim. No, Hamish-we must down, gentlemen, and let's have a crack. dismount-give us your shoulder--that will So ho! so ho! so ho! We see her black do. The Crutch—now we are on our pins. eyes beneath a primrose tuft on the brae. In Take a lesson. Whirr! Bang! Bag num- spring all one bank of blossoms; but 'tis ber one, Hamish. Ay, that is right, Ponto-barish now and sheep-nibbled, though few back Basta. Ditto, ditto. Now Ponto and eyes but our own could have thus detected Basta both back Piro-right and left this time there the brown back of Mawkin. Dominie, --and not one of the brood will be left to cheep your Bamboo. Shoot her sitting? Fie fie of Christopher. Be ready-attend us with the no, no. Kick her up, Hamish. There she other double-barrel. Whirr! Bang-bang-goes. We are out of practice at single ball bang-bang! What think you of that, you son
but whizz ! she has it between the shoul of the mist? There is a shower of feathers ! ders. Head over heels she has started an They are all at sixes and sevens upon the other—why, that's funny-give us your bow greensward at the edge of the heather. Seven and arrow you green grocer—twang! within birds at four shots! The whole family is now an inch of her fud. Gentlemen, suppose we disposed of-father, mother, and eleven chil- tip you a song. Join all in the chorus. dren. If such fire still be in the dry wood,
THE POWCHER'S SONG. what must it have been in the green ! Let us lie down in'the sheltered shade of the mossy
When I was boon apprentice
In vamous Zoomerzet Shere, walls of the sheepfold—take a drop of Glen- Lauks! I zerved iny meester truly livet-and philosophize.
Vor neerly zeven yeer,
Until I took to Pouching, Hollo! Hamish, who are these strange, sus
Az you zhall quickly heer. picious-looking strangers thitherwards-bound, Cho. Ou! 'twas ma delyght in a shiny night, as hallan-shaker a set as may be seen on an
In the zeason of the year:
Ou! 'twas ma delyght in a shiny night, August day? Ay, ay, we ken the clan. A
In the zeason of the year. week's residence to a man of gumption gives an insight into a neighbourhood. Unerring
Were zetting on a snere,
Az me and ma coomerades
Az woona zell it deere.
Lauks! the Geamkeepoors caem oop to uz; fit residence for new-created man, and habit
Vor them we did na kere,
able no more to flying dragons ? Or shall we, Jump over ony wheere.
rather, taking the globe as we find it, speculate Cho. Ou! 'twas ma delyght in a shiny night, on the changes wrought on its surface by us,
In the zeazon of the year:
whom God gave feet to tread the earth, and In the zeazon of the year.
faces to behold the heavens, and souls to soar Az we went oot wan morning
into the heaven of heavens, on the wings of Atwixt your vive and zeex,
hope, aspiring through temporal shades to We cautcht a heere alive, ma lads,
Brethren - The primary physical wants of
the human being are food, clothing, shelter, We took un to a neeghboor's hoose,
and defence. To supply these he has invented And we zold un vor a crown. We zold un vor a crown, ma lads,
all his arts. Hunger and thirst cultivate the But a wont tell ye wheere.
earth. Fear builds castles and embattles cities. CHO. Ou! 'twas ma delyght in a shiny night,
The animal is clothed by nature against cold
and storm, and shelters himself in his den. In the zeazon of the year.
Man builds his habitation, and weaves his Then here's success to Powching,
clothing. With horns, or teeth, or claws, the Vor A doos think it feere,
strong and deadly weapons with which nature And here's look to ere a gentleman
has furnished them, the animal kinds wage And here's to ere a geamkeepoor,
their war; he forges swords and spears, and Cho. Ou! 'twas ma delyght in a shiny night,
constructs implements of destruction that will In the zeazon of the year :
send death almost as far as his eye can mark Ou! 'twas ma delyght in a shiny night, his foe, and sweep down thousands together. In the zeazon of the year.
The animal that goes in quest of his food, that The Presbytery might have overlooked your pursues or flies from his enemy, has feet, or fault, Mac, for the case was not a flagrant one, wings, or fins; but man bids the horse, the and you were willing, we understand, to make camel, the elephant, bear him, and yokes them her an honest woman. Do you think you to his chariot. If the strong animal would could recollect one of
sermons ? In cross the river, he swims. Man spans it with action and in unction you had not your su- a bridge. But the most powerful of them all perior in the Synod. Do give us a screed stands on the beach and gazes on the ocean. about Nimrod or Nebuchadnezzar. No dese- Man constructs a ship, and encircles the globe. cration in a sermon-better omitted, we grant, Other creatures must traverse the element naprayer and psalm. Should you be unable to ture has assigned, with means she has furnishreproduce an entire discourse, yet by dove- ed. He chooses his element, and makes his tailing--that is, a bit from one and a bit from means. Can the fish traverse the waters ? So another-surely you can be at no loss for half can he. Can the bird fly the air? So can he. an hour's miscellaneous matterheads and can the camel speed over the desert? He shall tails. Or suppose we let you off with a View bear man as his rider. of the Church Question. You look glum and “ That's beautifu’!" "Tuts, haud your shake your hcad. Can you, Mac, how can tongue, and tak a chow. There's some shag." you resist that Pulpit?
“Is he gaun to be lang, Hamish ?” “Wheesht! Behold in that semicircular low-browed cliff, you micht as weel be speaking in the kirk.” backed by a range of bonny green' braes dip- But to see what he owes to inventive art, ping down from the hills that do themselves we should compare man, not with inferior come shelving from the mountains, what ap- creatures, but with himself, looking over the pears at first sight to be a cave, but is merely face of human society, as history or observaa blind window, as it were, a few feet deep, tion shows it. We shall find him almost arched and faced like a beautiful work of ma- sharing the life of brutes, or removed from sonry, though chisel never touched it, nor them by innumerable differences, and incalcuman's hand dropped the line along the living lable degrees. In one place we see him harstone thus wrought by nature's self, who often bouring in caves, naked, living, we might shows us, in her mysterious processes, re- almost say, on prey, seeking from chance his semblances of effects produced by us her wretched sustenance, food which he eats just children on the same materials by our more as he finds it. He lives like a beggar on the most elaborate art. It is a very pulpit, and alms of nature. Turn to another land, and that projecting slab is the sounding-board. you see the face of the earth covered with the That upright stone in front of it, without the works of his hand-his habitation, wide-spreadaid of fancy, may well be thought the desk. ing stately cities—his clothing and the ornaTo us sitting here, this spot of greensward is ments of his person culled and fashioned from the floor; the sky that hangs low, as if it loved the three kingdoms of nature. For his food it, the roof of the sanctuary; nor is there any the face of the earth bears him tribute; and harm in saying, that we, if we choose to think the seasons and changes of heaven concur so, are sitting in a kirk.
with his own art in ministering to his board. Shall we mount the pulpit by that natural This is the difference which man has made in flight of steps, and, like a şedgwick or a Buck- his own condition by the use of his intellectual 'and, with a specimen in one hand, and before powers, awakened and goaded on by the neour eyes mountains whose faces the scars of cessities of his physical constitution. thunder have intrenched, tell you how the The various knowledge, the endlessly multigiobe, after formation on formation, became plied observation, the experience and reason
ings of man added to man, of generation fol- | arise the first great Laws by which society is lowing generation, which were required to held together in order. Thus that whole wonbring to a moderate state of advancement the derful development of the Moral Nature of great primary arts subservient to physical life man, in all those various forms which fill up -the arts of providing food, habitation, cloth- the history of the race, in part arises out of, ing, and defence, we are utterly unable to con- and is always intimately blended with, the laceive. We are born to the knowledge, which bours to which he has been aroused by these was collected by the labours of many ages. first great necessities of his physical nature. How slowly were those arts reared up which But had the tendency to increase his numbers still remain to us! How many which had la- been out of all proportion to the means proboriously been brought to perfection, have vided by nature, and infinitely multipliable by been displaced by superior invention, and fall- art, for the subsistence of human beings, how en into oblivion! Fenced in as we are by the could this magnificent march have moved on? works of our predecessors, we see but a small Hence we may understand on what ground part of the power of man contending with the the ancient nations revered so highly, and difficulties of his lot. But what a wonderful even deified the authors of the primary arts of scene would be opened before our eyes, with life. They considered not the supply of the what intense interest should we look on, if we animal wants merely; but they contemplated could indeed behold him armed only with his that mighty change in the condition of manown implanted powers, and going forth to con- kind to which these arts have given origin. It quer the creation! If we could see him be- is on this ground, that they had raised the chaginning by subduing evils, and supplying racter of human life, that Virgil assigns them painful wants-going on to turn those evils their place in the dwellings of bliss, among deand wants into the means of enjoyment-and voted patriots and holy priests, among those at length, in the wantonness and pride of his whom song or prophecy had inspired, among power, filling his existence with luxuries;-if those benefactors of the race whose names we could see him from his first step, in the un- were to live for ever, giving his own most tamed though fruitful wilderness, advancing to beautiful expression to the common sentiment subdue the soil, to tame and multiply the herds of mankind. —from bending the branches into a bower, to “Hic manus ob patriam pugnando vulnera passi, fell the forest and quarry the rock-seizing
Quique sacerdotes casti, dum vita manebat, into his own hands the element of fire, direct
Quique pii vates, et Phæbo digna locuti,
Inventas aut qui vitam excoluere per artes, ing its action on substances got from the Quique sui memores alios fecere merendo; bowels of the earth-fashioning wood, and
Omnibus his niveå cinguntur tempora vittà.' stone, and metal, to the will of his thought
6 That's Latin for the minister and the domi. searching the nature of plants to spin their nie.” “Wheesht! Heard you ever the like o' fibres, or with their virtues to heal their dis- that? Though I dinna understaun a word o't, eases;-if we could see him raise his first it gars me a' grue.” 6 Wheest! wheesht! cities, launch his first ship, calling the winds we maun pit him intil Paurliment”—“ Rather and waters to be his servants, and to do his intil the General Assembly, to tussle wi' the work-changing the face of the earth-form- wild men. “He's nae Moderate, man; and ing lakes and rivers-joining seas, or stretch-gin I'm no sair mistaen, he's a wild man himing the continent itself into the dominion of sel, and wull uphaud the Veto.” “ Wheesht ! the sea ;-if we could do all this in imagina- wheesht! wheesht!" tion, then should we understand something of True, that in savage life men starve. But what man's intellect has done for his physical is that any proof that nature has cursed the life, and what the necessities of his physical race with a fatal tendency to multiply beyond life have done in forcing into action all the the means of subsistence? None whatever. powers of his intelligence.
Attend for a little to this point. Of the real But there are still higher considerations power of the bodily appetites for food, and the arising from the influence of man's physical sway they may attain over the moral nature necessities on the destiny of the species. It is of the mind, we, who are protected by our this subjugation of natural evil, and this cre- place among the arrangements of civil society ated dominion of art, that prepares the earth to from greatly suffering under it, can indeed be the scene of his social existence. His hard form no adequate conception. Let us not now conquest was not the end of his toil. He has speak of those dreadful enormities which, in conquered the kingdom in which he was to the midst of dismal famine, are recorded to dwell in his state. The full unfolding of his have been perpetrated by civilized men, when moral powers was only possible in those states the whole moral soul, with all its strongest affecof society which are thus brought into being tions and instinctive abhorrences, has sunk by his conflict with all his physical faculties prostrate under the force of that animal sufferagainst all the stubborn powers of the material ing. But the power of which we speak, as universe; for out of the same conquest Wealth attained by this animal feeling, subsists habia is created. In this progress, and by means tually among whole tribes and nations. It is thus brought into action, society is divided that power which it acquires over the mind into classes. Property itself, the allotment of of the savage, who is frequently exposed to the earth, takes place, because it is the bosom suffer its severity, and who hunts for himself of the earth that yields food. That great foun- the food with which he is to appease it. Comdation of the stability of communities is thus pare the mind of the human being as you are connected with the same necessity; and in the accustomed to behold him, knowing the return same progress, and out of the same causes, of this sensation only as a grateful incitement