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sified a blending of styles and shapes, different corner by a temple of true Egyptian, or if depersons will judge differently. By one plan sirable embraced by it on three sides, as a the Egyptian style is substituted throughout; hollow court? and by another, the lower portion is left off This is one of the points that invite the entirely, leaving the obelisk to tower in its critical judgment of the whole nation. We all naked height, and providing only for the need- have an interest in saying that the magnificent ful offices in a simpler plinth or base. Before and unmatched shaft shall stand “in naked the majestic shaft is finished, there will be time majesty" against the open sky. And we all to decide.

have an interest in carrying out at least this One consideration has been stated by the grand and unexceptionable feature to completion. committee of the Massachusetts Legislature, It is already one of the rallying points of our quite fatal one should think, to any plan that patriotic sentiment. Already state after state 80 hugs and obscures the lower portion of the has expressed its loyalty by inscriptions on the obelisk. It is, that no adequate conception blocks of marble and granite to be built into can be given of the magnitude of the monu- its walls. " Indiana knows no North, no ment as a whole. To one standing near, the South, nothing but the Union.” Delaware, lofty colonnade will almost hide the shaft ; “ The first to accept will be the last to desert and the only close view of it will be one which the Constitution." Massachusetts declares cuts off a hundred feet. These hundred feet, that “ The Country is safe, while the Memory of the most elaborate workmanship of all, will of Washington is. Revered.” Louisiana, Kenbe worse than wasted-only in the way. It is tucky, and Maryland, and I know not how only by standing at the base and following up many more, have caused similar sentiments to the line that almost loses itself in the clouds, be recorded on their enduring gifts. It is an that one can get the full feeling which it is interesting thing to us that it was commenced meant to impress. To do it in imagination and is growing up side by side and step by even now, standing at the bottom of what is step with the Smithsonian Institution. Both only begun, is more impressive, perhaps, than are the property of the Nation, and should be the effect of the whole will be, if thus carried watched with a national and jealous regard. out. Still, one feels a sympathy with that And while one is labouring to supply two of splendid idea of the grand gallery, where our great wants, a generous scheme of scientific sculpture, and banners, and historical paint-operations, and a library commensurate with ings might have a fitting exhibition. Why the expanding culture of our people, the other could there not be a terrace or platform, say will form a triumphal crown to the splendid two hundred feet square and the height of the array of public institutions, that are slowly present beautiful entrance, flanked at each growing up in the capital of the Republic.

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THE PROPHET'S CHASTENING.

BY MARY YOUNG.

The word of the Lord came unto me, saying; Son of man, behold, I take away from thee the desire of thine eyes with a stroke: yet neither shalt thou mourn nor weep, neither shall thy tears run down. Forbear to cry, make no mourning for the dead, bind the tire of thine head upon thee, and put on thy shoes upon thy feet, and cover not thy lips, and eat not the bread of men.

So I spake unto the people in the morning: and at even my wife died; and I did in the morning as I was commanded.- EZEKIEL xxiv. 15–18.

The loneliest river of Chaldea lay
Beneath the hushing twilight. Its low tone
Of rippling waters by the sedgy shore
Reached not the arches of its clustering palins,
Nor stirred the voiceless, brooding mystery where
Knelt captive Judah's prophet. Since high noon
He had bowed lowly thus, but the damp brow,
Half hid in the dark mantle's fold, bore not
On its pale loftiness the radiant calm
That told of high communings-and yet God
Had met and spoken with him.

Grief and care
Had been the stern companions of each step
Through all the prophet's life-path. IIe had turned,
With the sick weariness of a pure heart,
From haunts of foul idolatry, and when,
Soul-thrilled with trembling earnestness and awe,
He told the fearfulness of coming wrath,
Had seen it disregarded. Through long days
And nights, with the bare earth and silent heaven,
He had kept painful vigil, his deep heart
Mysteriously wrung with guilt not his;
And yet those lips which lie not had decreed
A new, deep suffering to him. The sole chord
Unswept of pain's harsh fingers, must awake-
That chord which in the depth of human breasts,
Though hung in loneliness on mourning willow,
Or with relentless hand strained to a task
of other themes, still in rich undertone
Will breathe its burden out of human love.

Came to the prophet's pillow, and the hum
of busy crowds brought no forgetfulness,
For the mysterious power that dwelt within
Ceased not its boding whispers to his heart.
He sought the place of prayer, but as he knelt,
Sudden and swift as comes the lightning's flash,
Over his spirit came a consciousness
That the rich joy which bound him at her side-
His bosom's dove-bore in Heaven's sovereign eye
The dark seal of idolatry.
To earth in dread humiliation bent
Was that majestic brow, from which had shone
So oft inspiring Godhead; but no words
Of lowly, sad confession had found way,
Ere the still voice of all unearthly peace
Told o'er the troubled waters of his grief
That the one error of a chastened heart
Hlad found forgiveness. Once again he raised
Beseeching hands to Heaven, and would have asked
That He who had forgiven, yet would spare;
But then no utterance came.

He knew the cup
Might not pass from his lips; and still he knelt,
Hour after hour, with his full aching heart
Of sorrow bared before the Merciful.
The glassy stream rolled on. Soft, starry light
Stole through the breathless palm-boughs, and white

flowers
Looked up with dewy eyes. With one brief prayer
For strength that might not fail, the prophet rose
And sought his home.

The iron lamp hung low,
And wrought on the stone floor in ebon shade
Its semblance; but a clear, calm radiance fell
Where, on a low, white couch, lay droopingly
A fair and silent form. Beside that couch
Stood one with dark robes, and tight-folded arms,
And stern, still breastJehovah's propbet looked
Upon his dead. Her cold, transparent cheek
Had scarce a fainter tint of the pale rose
Than it had worn before, and the hushed lips
Had their own serious sweetness in each curve:
Yet hovering where the fringed, pure eyelids lay
Too strangely still, was a soft mournfulness
Which seemed to plead for but one tear. And he
Who was so desolate must look on her,
Remembering all her swerveless truth, her calm,
Deep, holy love, and then turn back the tide
Of swelling tenderness on his own heart;
And that heart might not break, but bear its burden.
With a firm footstep and uplifted brow
He must go forth, and, binding on white robe
And priestly mitre, meet the gaze of men
As he was wont. 'Twas done: and as the throng
Gathered around, with eloquence well taught
By the deep spell of inward agony,
He spake what God commanded.

There was a creature with an angel brow And soft, dark, floating tresses, who had dwelt Within the prophet's home. There was a hand, Fair as the gleaming ivory of Tyre, Whose light, caressing touch failed not to smooth The deep lines from his forehead, and could woo His spirit oft from its dread tension back To gentlest joy.-Oh! beautiful she was, And bright, and young, and her rich maiden heart And peerless beauty, all, were freely given To the stern prophet. Nought to her were locks Of shining darkness, and the pomegranate bloom On youthful cheeks, when he stood calmly up, And to the high commission sealed in lightIn Heaven's own kindling glory on his frontStrong rebel hearts that yielded not would stoop; And if at times an awe almost too deep Came o'er her love, she thought of other hours When he, so raised above humanity, So clothed in majesty by God's own hand, In very human weariness would seek An humbler ministry. She was the link, The one pure, priceless link, through which he felt Sweet drawings of a human brotherhood; Yet she, for Israel's sake, must die.

No rest

LIFE IN THE NORTH.

BY FREDERIKA BREMER.

WRITTEN FOR SARTAIN'S MAGAZINE, AND TRANSLATED FROM THE ORIGINAL SWEDISH

BY MARY HOWITT.

(Concluded from page 164.)

CHAPTER V.

of the ideals of life. Thorwaldsen was a giant

in plastic art; an intellectual Titan, who Young and vigorous shoots are richly germi- merely wanted one thing to conquer heavennating at the present moment in the literature the knowledge of the highest ideal, of the subof Denmark, in its poetry, as well as in its limest beautythe strength, the love, the sorrow prose. Love to the fatherland, and to that and the joy of Christendom. In the centre of which is peculiar in its scenery and in the life of Thorwaldsen's Museum is Thorwaldsen's grave, its people, is the chief character of these. This covered with fresh, blooming roses-here emlove is felt in Stein Steinsen Blicher's vivid de- blems without flattery. scription of the grand scenery of Jutland, and the JERICHO and Bissen are the greatest of Denpresent life there. And the Every-day Stories mark's living sculptors, both of them men of published by J. L. Heiberg, in which the hand strong and original powers. The former of of a woman is universally recognised, and these has shown by his “ Christ,” his “ Angel which delineate the life of the middle classes of the Resurrection,” and his groups of “ Adam in Denmark with equal cordiality and humour, and Eve,” his deep feeling for the deepest senhave been favourites through the whole of timent of life. The latter has begun to repreScandinavia. Fresh and vigorous, it is a plant sent in marble the gods and the heroes of the which springs up from the life of the people in northern mythology, and in so doing has opened the North.

to plastic art a new career. In other branches of art this new life has also Denmark has in painting a young and prorevealed itself. Contemporaneously with Oeh- mising school of artists, who, whilst they conlenschlager appeared THORWALDSEN, a poet in fine themselves faithfully to nature, and seek sculpture, and through him a vast wealth of for truth in its beauty, still more seek for these works of plastic art, the admiration of our in their native land, and represent it in their time. Thorwaldsen in form adhered to the an- pictures. Thus, of historical painters, Martique, but in vividness of expression, in fresh- STRAND, SIMONSEN, and Sonne; of painters of ness, in youthful naiveté, he is the child of the genre pictures, SCHLEISNER and Monnier; of “green islands,” he is the son of Dana. This sea-painters, Melby and LORENSEN; of landgreat artist was one of the fortunate of earth. scape, SKOOGAARD, KEIRSKOw, and RumP; of His life was a continued glad creation; he flower painters, JENSEN and OTTENSEN, and of lived acknowledged and honoured in his own portrait painters, Gartner, Schutz, and others. time and by his own country, and died, shortly Amidst this group of Danish artists there has after the day of his public triumph, without lately appeared one-neither Danish nor northsickness or the pains of death-died, or rather ern, but whom Denmark ought henceforth to fell asleep, whilst listening to beautiful music reckon among her own—with all the glowing in the temple of Thalia, surrounded by his energy of colouring, of expression and eye pecufriends and admirers.

liar to the South, and with faults and merits The Danish people, in Thorwaldsen's Mu- which belong to genius. It is a woman rich in seum, have raised to him a monument as ho- genius, a daughter of Poland, and now the wife nourable to the artist as to the people, who thus of a Danish artist. It is ELIZABETH BAUMAN, know how to value their own great men, and now Mrs. JERICHO, who has recalled in Denmark who now, in the monument which is placed the memory of the pencil of Rubens, of his above his grave, possess a living fountain for fire, and his creative life. the perpetual enjoyment of art, and for new In music HARTMAN, Rong, and Gade, have inspiration. We are amazed when we behold caused tones to sound which never before the riches of the works produced by the hand were heard in scientific music, tones and of this master; the wealth of conception, of melodies formerly heard only in the northern expression, of his many-sided comprehension war-ballads and the songs of the people, but

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in which the northern genius reveals that deep trains of thought, and its grand views of the

1 feeling, that earnestness, and that fervency, universe—this work, which casts new light on that peculiar tone of gladness or of sorrow the light of the stars, which draws the whole which belongs to its peculiar life, and which starry firmament nearer to the human heart, every heart in the North recognises as the which clearly demonstrates that there is noinnermost tone and voice of its own being. thing discoverable in the whole visible creation The most tender melancholy and the boldest which is entirely foreign to human reason, and strength here meet in harmonious conjunction. to the laws which are required and ordained There is “a voice that calls aloud” in this for this earth, and which clearly makes out voice, –a voice of sublime longing, and of pro- that the human being is a central thought in phetic consolation.

the universe—this work ought to be unknown Whilst the genius of art has thus spread neither to the true thinker nor to any true forth its wings, that of science is not behind- poetic mind. hand. The mother tongue, the first common Oersted, the lawyer and late minister, has, mark of a people, through the labours of the during the political disturbances of the last years great philologist, Rask, and of Malbeck, the in Denmark, become somewhat in opposition to author of the Danish Dictionary, and an inde- the people, whose universally beloved leader fatigable collector of Danish historic literature, he had so long been. He has experienced conhas freed itself from the fetters of foreign lan- tradiction and hostility ; he has been misunderguage, and the tongue of Norräna, in its primi- stood; he has suffered injustice. Well to him! tive beauty, has drawn nearer to each other He has thus fully consummated a great life; the hitherto separated classes of the people by for no great life is consummated without the means of that mother tongue which has become fiery ordeal of misconception, without some universally popular through the poets. * portion of the martyr's lot. The great thing

Like twin stars in the heaven of science is to pass through all this and still to preserve appeared, as thinkers and writers, the two love, and still to preserve hope. To do this brothers Oersted ;—A. S. Oersted, the lawyer, is the glory of a human life. Nobility and steadpenetrating with all the power of a methodical fastness of character are, however opinions mind into the legislation of Denmark, recasting may differ, the rock against which the stormy it, and establishing the state on a religious billows break, which stands firm in silent basis ; the natural philsopher, H. C. Oersted, grandeur, only becoming the more brilliant discovering hitherto unknown powers of na- when the waters have withdrawn, when the ture, and erecting the physical world on the billows are lulled, when the strife of the day is foundation of the spiritual — “the movable And the day of acknowledgment already upon the immovable.” His great discovery dawns over the noble statesman, in the words in the year 1820, of electro-magnetism, or of which were addressed to him in the name of the law of sympathetic power between elec- the states by one of his noble opponents, at trified bodies and the magnet, which caused his the closing session at Roeskilde,-“ As we name and that of his native land to resound thanked him when he stood forward to oppose through the whole learned world, has, of late our views, and led us either to abandon them years, given birth to the electric telegraph, by or to support them more steadfastly, so will he whose wires the thoughts of the world, and the live continually in our remembrance as one of affairs of commerce fly from country to country, life's most beautiful minds, whose gigantic infrom city to city, from mind to mind. His tellectual powers are still exceeded by his amismall, but from its contents great, work on able character.” " Kundshabs-evnens väsens-enhet i det hele verl- The life of Oersted the naturalist, appears to dens-allt,+ which may, perhaps, be translated pass on in a joyous light. Rich in his “lightin“ The Identity of the Perceptive Faculty in the joy,” in science, in the comprehension of the whole universe,” is one of the seeds of thought laws of nature, of its harmonies and its rewhich genius sows for the nourishment of cen- sponses, he still, youthful and fervent in his turies. This work, with its severe logic, its bold old age, endeavours daily to extend this joy

over larger circles—to the young, to the un* About the same time attention has again turned to learned, to women, to the people who labour in the treasures of Icelandic literature. Former investiga- the sweat of their brow, and is aided to do so tions acquired a higher national importance through the by his extraordinary skill in expressing himself labours of Finn, Magnusen, and Rafn, and those of later times, by means of those zealous collectors, Thomson and clearly and intelligibly—in the best sense of N. M. Peterson, the translator and commentator of the

the word popularly. Icelandic Sagas.

And if many did as he, if all the wealthy + Which was delivered by him at Keil, at the scientific in light and in joy wished and worked in his meeting there in 1844, and published in Germany from this oral delivery under the title, “ Ueber die Wesensein- spirit, how much of that which is dark and heit des Erkentnissvermogens im gansen Welt-all." threatening in the physiognomy of the present

over.

time would vanish! No, we do not deceive Philosophy has only of late opened its eye ourselves, and the experience of our own life in the North, but when it has done so, it is strengthens this belief, that in the essential with a glance peculiar to the North. That movement which agitates the age, there is, be- glance penetrates to the central region of life; yond its dark shadows, a secret longing for light; to the depths, to the heights; it seizes upon there is a thirsting for a finer, a more beautiful the organic centre, and makes it its point of existence in thought, in feeling; for a nobler vision for the survey of the world. TYCHE enjoyment in the proper light-life of humanity. Rothe, who lived in the eighteenth century,

The flowers and the trees press forwards may perhaps be considered as the first philotowards the light; the birds sing to the light, sopher in Denmark. His work on the Effects and all nature longs for the life of light. of Christianity on the nations, shows a pro“Light! more light !” is often the last word of found mind and great historical penetration. the dying human being, and the most fortunate But the philosophical spirit has its new-birth among the living has no higher name for his in Denmark, with Ch. F. SIBBERN. Sibbern in his happiness than “light-joy.” And they who youth was possessed by an excessive sensibility. sit in darkness, should not they follow the He passed through every kind of suffering of inborn impulse of all existence? Yes, they which the human heart is susceptible; through will long, they will struggle; they will through every shade of its most violent pangs to its night and day, through evil and through good, most subtle nervous pains. In “The Posthuseek their way to the light, until the Creator's mous Letters of Gabriel” he has preserved to the " Let there be light!” shall have penetrated world the remembrance of this period. But the the world, and shall have filled every depth new Werter was not overcome by his sorrows. and every soul with the bright joy of existence. He overcame them by a union with the higher

But over those, who in the love of their powers of life, and thus his sorrows became human brethren, in the divine impulse of the wings which bore him to a higher develop

ment of his own being. During his solitary communication, go forth to their less-favoured fellow-beings to labour for them to that pur, the eye of contemplation down into his own

wanderings into wood and meadow, he turned pose, over them rests the blessing of the light!

breast. He now placed before himself the old Whilst H. C. Oersted from his little island pro- rule, “Know thyself,” as the point from which claims the laws which regulate the whole uni- his new intellectual life should begin. His verse, his disciple FORCHHAMMER, penetrating feelings grew into thoughts; his thoughts into the peculiar stratification of this island, became systematized, and these produced his has thrown new light on geology, and has excellent work, “Psychological Pathology,” opened the pathway to a deeper knowledge of the fruit of a large and warm heart as well as the earth's history. And the young WAARSAC, a strong logical brain; a mine of deep, inspired searching into the depths of the graves, has observation conceived in the noblest philosophy compelled long-slumbering races, through the of life. Sibbern's philosophy is a philosophy symbolic language, which he knows how to of life, the ground of which is peculiarly interpret, to bear a clearer testimony than | adapted to the people of the North. It is hitherto, to the early inhabitants of the North, not the abstractions of Fichte, removed from to their culture and their connexion with other the actual by a proud intellectual life which nations.

triumphs over pain, over combat, over weakProfessor Schouw, at the same time the

ness and sorrow, over all the struggling constifavourite interpreter of the language of the tution of humanity. It is not that of Hegel,* a vegetable world, and one of the noblest spirits sublimating of existence into thought and underof the political life of the present day, has, standing, as being the only real, and in conseespecially in his geography of plants, and his quence giving a somewhat depreciating view of researches into the relative climates of the the life of the heart and of feeling. No! It is a world, produced works of great value and in- philosophy of life which embraces with love and terest, For the rest, almost every branch of power the whole of life; life in all its greatness ; natural science has in Denmark its young, pro- its littleness; its sweetness; its bitterness; in mising worshippers.

a word, in all its truth. It is a philosophy of To the group of naturalists belongs that of the life which regards combat as the condition and Danish physicians which has, for a long time, the glory of life; which considers suffering and been regarded as one of the most distinguished sorrow as the purifying flames out of which in Europe.

Mighty foreign monarchs have called in the aid of Danish physicians. BANG, The service rendered to the world by the great GerTrier, and Stein are names which resound man philosophers is not lessened for that they did

not penetrate to the centrum of existence. They have with gratitude and praise, as well abroad, prepared the way. They had their time and their mission. as in Denmark.

The time of the Scandinavian thinkers is come!

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