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THE PLEASURES OF THOUGHT.

BY SIDNEY DYER.

I.

For what was man designed? to live and die?
To mingle back to dust and be forgot?
To feel the ills of life and then to lie

In drear oblivion in the grave and rot?
O, cruel fate! were this his hopeless lot;
Twere better far that life he ne'er should know,
Than thus to be, and wish that he were not;
To long for pleasure's stream, yet mid the flow
Of sorrow's turbid wave to sink in deepest woe.
II.

He wears an upright form of heavenly make,
Which oft, like well-tuned harp-strings, doth awake
With soul and sense mysteriously combined;
A thrill of rapturous pleasure in the mind.
But sense alone ne'er yields the bliss designed,
When into man was breathed the deathless soul;
By heavenly skill for purer joys refined,
And pant to soar beyond where farthest planets roll
And upward taught to look from earth's control,

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. Channing's own words, "to get a disposable « HOPE's" fond delights one tuneful bard* hath sung, strength of intellect," is after all the one thing Whose fame Apollo might have wished to share, needful in all genuine mental culture. Doubtless Bright star-eyed Hope, when his wild numbers rung, this is to be attained in various ways, according Born once again to earth, divinely fair,"Enchanted smiled and waved her golden hair," to the tendencies and gifts of the individual; in But still her promised good is far away, 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.

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The French Directory, in a letter to the Spanish Admiral Massaredo, thus alluded to England:-"From a small corner of the earth, which the sun seems to light with regret, England pretends exclusively to the sovereignty of the

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III.

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 one† 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.

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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,

Till 'neath their ponderous weight old Neptune groans and Its heavenly powers expand and noblest thoughts inspire! reels.

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XIV.

How wide the range where'er the thoughts may turn!
At every point a world before us lies-
From grains of sand to far off orbs which burn,
And roll in blazing splendor through the skies;
From wandering comet, which erratic flies,
And trails a cloudy light along its way,

To smallest insect, which at morning's rise
Is born, but faints when falls the sun's full ray,
And dies, its being's end fulfilled e'er noon of day.

XV.

How vast are Nature's stores! and various too,
And rich as vast, to all who prize their worth;
Though thousands oft have ranged her fields, yet new
They ever seem as at creation's birth.
Oh beautiful and bright is the fair earth!
Its hills and dales, its skies and crystal streams,
Its blooming groves, and birds of sportive mirth,
Its flowery meads, where Beauty smiling seems
Reclined on Nature's breast in most delicious dreams!

XVI.

And when the circling year from winter's chill
The spring awakes again with wonted fire;
With vernal beams makes bare the snow-capped hill,
And earth responsive to the warm desire,
Arrays her leafless form in rich attire;
When sun and shower revive the dormant land,

And fresh the meadow grass shoots up its spire;
When Flora, borne on zephyrs soft and bland,
Strews all her blooming wealth around with lavish hand :

XVII.

Oh! then 'tis sweet to seek the scented grove,
Alone to muse, reclined beneath the shade;
Or through its festooned walks delighted rove,
And pluck the flowers which gem the emerald glade ;
Or 'neath the waving boughs, anew arrayed

In brightest green, inhale the fragrant air,

Delighting soul and sense. Thus oft I've strayed
In meditation deep, till earth and care
Were both alike forgot, for God himself was there!
XVIII.

But oft is seen the groveling son of earth,

Whose sluggish soul no theme can e'er inspire;
The stately oak to him is thus much worth-
"Twill serve to build his fence or light his fire!
That aught was e'er designed for purpose higher,

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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,

Who know Him not, though on the world's high throne, Long e'er the winds had filled his loosened sail.

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 flated 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 hues and spotless white, Limned by a skill divine to charm the sight. To him each bird, each 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 dream-
FREEDOM 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.

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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

his marriage, he spent some time in a sort of it draweth on more and greater demaunds. This exile in France, accompanying Secretary Cecil which now presseth is to request your Lordship at the time of the negotiation of the treaty of in all you can to be good to the poore players of Vervins. In 1601 the Earl of Southampton was the Black Fryers, who call themselves by auimplicated with Essex in a conspiracy to seize thoritie the Servants of his Majestie, and aske the person of Queen Elizabeth. While Essex, for the protection of their most graceous Maister for the treasonable temerity of this hair-brained and Sovereigne in this the tyme of their troble. attempt, lost his life on the scaffold, Southamp-They are threatened by the Lord Maior and Alton suffered the penalties of attainder during the dermen of London, never friendly to their callQueen's life. However, upon the accession of ing, with the destruction of their meanes of liveJames, he was released from confinement, his lyhood, by the putting downe of their plaie-house, attainder was reversed, and his title and estates which is a private theatre, and hath never given restored to him. There appears to have been occasion of anger by anie disorders. These beara very close intimacy and devoted friendship ers are two of the chiefe of the companie; one between this nobleman and Shakspeare. It is of them by name Richard Burbidge, who humsaid that the Earl at one time made the poet blie sueth for your Lordship's kinde helpe, for the munificent present of £1,000. Some, how-that he is a man famous as our English Roscius, ever, have refused to credit that so large a one who fitteth the action to the word and the sum was given, and have supposed that it was word to the action most admirably. By the exprobably no more than a loan. On the other ercise of his qualitye, industry and good behahand, however, it is alleged that the Earl was viour, he hath become possessed of the Black liberal to an extravagant degree, in so much as Fryers playhouse which hath bene imployed for eventually to prove the ruin of his private for- players sithence it was builded by his Father tune, and it is suggested that the sum of £10,000 now nere 50 yeres agone. The other is a man has been given by an English nobleman in mod- no whitt lesse deserving favor and my especiall ern times to a celebrated actor. Whatever may friende, till of late an actor of good account in have been the real character of the pecuniary the Companie, now a sharer in the same and favor shown by Southampton to Shakspeare, writer of some of our best English playes, which, whether a donation or a loan, it probably took place not long after the latter came to reside at London, for it is certain that he was then poor, and yet we find that in two years he became a share-holder in theatrical stock, and it is quite improbable that he could in so short a period have acquired money for this purpose from the profits of his acting.

His

as your Lordship knoweth, were most singularly liked of Queen Elizabeth, when the Companie was called upon to performe before her Ma'tie at Court, at Christmas and Shrovetide. most gracious Ma'tie King James alsoe, since his coming to the Crowne, hath extended his royall favour to the Companie in divers waies and at sundrie tymes. This other hath to name Shakspeare, according to some, retired from William Shakespeare, and they are both of one the stage before 1605; according to others, and countie and indeed almost of one towne; both more probably, it was not till 1607 or 1608. How- are right famous in their qualityes, though it ever, it is certain that he was after 1608, a can- longeth not to your Lo. gravitie and wisedom to didate for the place of "master of the revels"-resort unto the places where they are wont to debut he did not receive the appointment. The light the publique care. Their trust and sute following letter, written by the Earl of South- nowe is, not to be molested in their waye of life ampton, about 1603, to Lord Chancellor Elles- whereby they maintaine themselves and their mere, has been discovered of late years among the MSS. of that nobleman, preserved at Bridgewater House, and is taken from a work entitled "New Facts relating to the life of Shakspeare," prefixed to the Boston edition, 1847, of his dramatic works. The interest of this letter is enhanced to Virginians, by the consideration, that ple of " the writer was not only the patron of Shaks- one "a man famous as our English Roscius," peare, but also afterwards of Virginia. My the other who "hath to name William Shakesverie honored Lord, the manie good offices I peare," the "writer of some of our best English have received at your Lordship's hands, which playes," as they repair to the presence of the ought to make me backward in asking farther Lord Chancellor and present the letter of the favors, only imbouldens me to require more in generous Earl, we cannot doubt but that the two the same kinde. Your Lordship will be warned

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wives and families, (being both married and of good reputations,) as well as the widowes and orphanes of some of their dead fellowes.

Your. Lo. most bounden at com.

H. S. Should we in our fancy accompany this coupoore players of the Black Fryers," the

howe hereafter you graunt me anie sute, seeing * [A mistake. It was not more than 32 years.]

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