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but of spheres of existence immediately contiguous, | cubes and octahedrons formed of dissimilar minerals and therefore closely resembling each other. where difference of constitution is indicated by varied dimensions only.

V. Of these forms the globular is probably the very lowest; and, accordingly, of it we have no perfect instance in the animal body, and no near approach to it, except the eye-ball, where mechanical law compels a rotundity, that muscle, fat, and skin seem employed to hide as well as move and guard, and, in the round heads of bones, where the ball and socketjoint is required for rotatory motion. But in both these cases the offices which the roundness serves are mechanical, and so, not exceptions to our rule. The perfectly spherical must rank as a low order of form, because it results from the simplest kind of force, mere physical attraction being adequate to its production, without any inherent modifying power or tendency in the subject. It is, accordingly, very repugnant to taste in the human structure; as, for instance, rotundity of body, or a bullet-head. Nothing of that regularity of curve which returns into itself, and might be produced upon a turning lathe, and no continuity of straight lines within the capacity of square and jack-plane, are tolerable in a human feature. Lips, slit with the straightness of a buttonhole, or conical precision, or roly-boly globularity, would be equally offensive in the configuration of any feature of the face or general form. Cheek, chin, nose, brow, or bosom, put up into such rotundity and uniformity of line and surface, have that mean and insignificant ugliness that nothing can relieve. In ruggedest irregularity there is place and space for the light and shade of thought and feeling, but there is no trace or hint of this nobler life in the booby cushiony style of face and figure. Nose and brows, with almost any breadth of angle; and chin, with any variety of line and surface, are better, just as crystalization, flat and straight and sharp as it is, nevertheless, seems to have some share in its own make and meaning, which rolls and balls cannot lay any claim to.

VI. But the law under consideration cannot be restrained to shape only. Dimension is also a result of intrinsic qualities, and must in some way and to some extent, indicate the character to which it corresponds. Druggists are so well aware of, and so much concerned with the difference in the size of the drops of different fluids, that they have constructed a table of equivalents, made necessary by the fact. Thus a fluid drachm of distilled water contains forty-five drops, of sulphuric ether one hundred and fifty, of sulphuric acid ninety, and of Teneriffe wine seventy-eight. So that the law is absolutely universal, however varied in expression, and a specific character in fluids and other parts of the inanimate world declares itself as decidedly in bulk or volume, as difference of constitution is shown by variety of figure in the living and sentient crea

tion.

Among the crystals termed isomorphous by chemists, the dominant ingredient which is common to them all, controls the form, but difference of size answers sufficiently to the partial unlikeness of the other less active elements; and so in the instances of

VII. Crystal and crystal, and, drop and drop, are alike within the limits of the species, or their unlikeness, if there be any, is not appreciable to our senses, and scarcely conceivable though not absolutely impossible to thought; but we know certainly that clear individuality of character is everywhere pursued and marked by peculiarity of form and size throughout the entire universe.

While among minerals and fluids dissimilarity occurs obviously only between species, among plants it begins to be conspicuous between individuals, growing more and more so as observation ascends in the vegetable kingdom. Two stalks of grass may resemble each other as much as two crystals of the same salt, but timber trees grow more unlike, and fruit trees differ enough to make their identification comparatively easy. But it is in the animal kingdom, eminently, and with increasing distinctness as the rank rises, that individuals become distinguishable from each other; for it is here that diversity of character gets opportunity, from complexity of nature, freedom of generating laws, and varied influence of circumstances, to impress dissimilarity deepest and clearest. Crystals undergo no modification of state but instant formation and the sudden violence which destroys them. Vegetables pass through the changes of germination and growth, and feel the difference of soil, and winds, and temperature, and to the limits of these influences, confess them in color, size, and shape; but animals, endowed with acuteness of sense, enjoying locomotion, and related to all the world around themliving in all surrounding nature, and susceptible of all its influences—their individual differences know no limits, and they are universally unlike in appearance as in circumstances, training and cha

racter.

Even in the lower orders there is ample proof of this. The mother bird and beast know their own young; the shepherd and the shepherd's dog know every one of their own flock from every other on all the hills and plains; and among the millions of men that people the earth, a quick eye detects a perfectly defined difference as broad as the peculiarity of character which underlies it.

Narrowness of relations and Simplicity of function are as narrowly restrained in range of conformation; Complexity makes proportionate room for difference; and Variety is the result, the sign, and the measure of Liberty.

Detailed illustrations of the law would interest in proportion to the range of the investigation; and gratification and delight would keep pace with the deepening conviction of its universality; but the limits of an essay restrain the discussion to mere hints and suggestions, and general statements of principles which reflection must unfold into formal demonstration for every one in his own department of observation.

Some inaccuracies of statement have been indulged to avoid the complexity which greater precision

would have induced. Broad, frank thinking will easily bring up this looseness of language to the required closeness of thought as the advancing and deepening inquiry demands. Moreover, may be difficult or impossible to meet every fact that presents itself with an instant correspondence in the alleged law; but such things cannot be avoided until people learn how to learn, and cease to meet novel propositions with a piddling criticism, or a wrangling spirit of controversy. Looking largely and deeply into facts in a hundred departments of observation will show the rule clear in the focal light of their concurrent proofs, or, looking out from the central position of a priori reasoning, it will be seen in every direction to be a necessary truth.

animal world beneath us, and with the angel world within us, but it remains as yet instinctual, except so far only as the fine arts have brought it out of the intuitive and oracular into rule and calculation, nor have we any methodic calculus, universally available, by which these revelations of nature may be rendered into demonstrative truth ruled by scientific method.

It is conceivable that the form of every natural being is a full report of its constitution and use, but as yet, tedious and dubious chemical analysis, observation, and experiment are our directory to the hidden truth. In some things it is otherwise. We know perfectly a passion or emotion, and the meaning of the attitudes, colors, and forms of limb, person and feature which denote them; and the interior qualities of texture, also, as they are intimated to the sight and touch, lead us without reasoning, to definitive judgments of human character. Of animals, in their degree, we receive similar impressions and with equal conviction, but we know so little more about these things, than that we know them, that we can make no advantage of such knowledge beyond its most immediate purpose in our commerce with the living beings which surround us.

It would be curious, and more than curious, to trace ascent of form up through ascertained gradation of quality in minerals, plants, fruits, and animal structures; and it would be as curious to apply a criticism derived from this doctrine to the purpose of fixing the rank and relations of all natural beings -in other words, to construct a science of taste and beauty, and, striking still deeper, a science of universal physiognomy, useful at once as a law of classification, and as an instrument of discovery. The scale would range most probably from the globular, as the sign of the lowest character, through the regularly graded movement of departure which in nature fills up all the stages of ascending func-use, and all that we instinctively possess of it may tion from a drop of fluid to the model configuration take a scientific method, and so render the service of, perhaps, that cerebral organ which manifests the of a law thoroughly understood. highest faculty of the soul.

The signs that substance and its states give of intrinsic nature and use, or the connection of configuration and function, are not understood as we understand the symbols of arithmetic, and the words of artificial language; that is, the symbols of our own creation answer to the ideas they are intended for, but the signs of the universal physiognomy of nature are neither comprehended fully, nor translated even to the extent that they are understood, into the formulæ of science and the words of oral language. Many of them are telegraphed in dumb show to our instincts, to the great enlargement of our converse with nature, both sentient and inanimate; but still a vast territory of knowledge lies beyond the rendering of our intuitions, and remains yet unexplored by our understanding; a dark domain that has not been brought under any rule of science, nor yielded its due tribute to the monarch mind. We have no dictionary that shows the inherent signification of a cube, a hexagon, an octagon, circle, ellipse, or cylinder; no tables of multiplication, addition, subtraction, and division, which, dealing in forms and their equivalents, might afford the products, quotients, and remainders of their various differences and interminglings with each other. States, qualities, and attitudes of structure, contribute much of that natural language by which we converse with the

It remains, therefore, for mind to explore the philosophy of form, that all which lies implied in it, waiting but still undiscovered, may come out into

The principle gives us familiar aid every day, yet without revealing its own secret, in physiognomy, painting, statuary, architecture, and elocution. It is obeyed in all the impersonations of metaphor, fable and myth; it is active every instant in the creations of fancy, and supplies, so to speak, the material for all the structures of thought—ruling universally in the earth, and fashioning and peopling the heavens. To the most delicate movements of the imagination it gives a corresponding embodiment of beauty; and it helps, as well, to realize the monstrous mixtures of man and beast occurring in human character by the answering monstrosity of centaur, syren, sphinx, and satyr. The old Greek theology held that the eternal Divinity made all things out of an eternal matter, after the forms of eternal, self-subsisting patterns; a statement, in its utmost depth beyond the discovery of human faculties, certainly, but not too strong to express the universal prevalence of this law in the creation. To the human intellect all things must exist in space, bounded and determined by figure appropriate to the subject; in fact, we can conceive of nothing except under such conditions; and our doctrine but refers this necessity of mind to a primordial necessity of being, ranking it among the harmonies of existence, as an adaptation of sense, thought, and feeling to the correspondent truth in the constitution of the universe.

E.

ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL TAYLOR.

BY R. T. CONRAD.

Quid me mortuum miserum vocas, qui te sum multo felicior? aut quid acerbi mihi putas contigisse ?

WEEP not for him! The Thracians wisely gave
Tears to the birth-couch, triumph to the grave.
"T is misery to be born-te live-to die :
Ev'n he who noblest lives, lives but to sigh.

The right not shields from wrong, nor worth from wo,
Nor glory from reproach; he found it so.
Not strong life's triumphs, not assured its truth;
Ev'n virtue's garland hides an aspic tooth.
His glorious morn was past, and past his noon;-
Life's duty done, death never comes too soon.
Then cast the dull grave's gloomy trappings by!
The dead was wise, was just-nor feared to die.
Weep not for him. Go, mark his high career;
It knew no shame, no folly and no fear.
More blest than is man's lot his blameless life,
Though tost by tempests and though torn by strife.
'Neath the primeval forest's towery pride,
Virtue and Danger watched his couch beside;
This taught him purely, nobly to aspire,
That gave the nerve of steel and soul of fire.
No time his midnight lamps-the stars-could dim;
His matin music was the cataract's hymn;
His Academe the forest's high arcade-
(To Numa thus Egeria blessed the shade ;)
With kindling soul, the solitude he trod-

The temple of high thoughts-and spake with God:
Thus towered the man-amid the wide and wild-
And Nature claimed him as her noblest child.
Nurtured to peril, lo! the peril came,

To lead him on, from field to field, to fame.
'T was met as warriors meet the fray they woo:
To shield young Freedom's wild-wood homes he flew ;
And-fire within his fortress, foes without,
The rattling death-shot and th' infuriate shout-
He, where the fierce flames burst their smoky wreath,
And war's red game raged madliest, toyed with death;
Till spent the storm, and Victory's youngest son
Glory's first fruits, his earliest wreath, had won.
Weep not for him, whose lustrous life has known
No field of fame he has not made his own:
In many a fainting clime, in many a war,
Still bright-browed Victory drew the patriot's car.
Whether he met the dusk and prowling foe
By oceanic Mississippi's flow;

Or where the southern swamps, with steamy breath,
Smite the worn warrior with no warrior's death;
Or where, like surges on the rolling main,
Squadron on squadron sweep the prairie plain;
Dawn-and the field the haughty foe o'erspread,
Sunset and Rio Grande's waves run red;
Or where, from rock-ribbed safety, Monterey
Frowns death, and dares him to the unequal fray;
Till crashing walls and slippery streets bespeak
How frail the fortress where the heart is weak;
How vainly numbers menace, rocks defy,
Men sternly knit and firm to do or die;
Or where, on thousands thousands crowding, rush
(Rome knew not such a day) his ranks to crush,
The long day paused on Buena Vista's height,
Above the cloud with flashing volleys bright;
Till angry Freedom, hovering o'er the fray,

Swooped down, and made a new Thermopylæ ;-
In every scene of peril and of pain,

His were the toils, his country's was the gain.
From field to field, and all were nobly won,
He bore, with eagle flight, her standard on:
New stars rose there-but never star grew dim
While in his patriot grasp. Weep not for him.
The heart is ne'er a castaway; its gift

Falls back, like dew to earth-the soul's own thrift
Of gentlest thoughts by noblest promptings moved:
He loved his country, and by her was loved.
To him she gave herself, a sacred trust,
And bade him leave his sword to rest and rust;
And, awed but calm, nor timid nor elate,
He turned to tread the sandy stairs of state.
Modest, though firm; decided, cautious, clear;
Without a selfish hope, without a fear;
Reverent of right, no warrior now, he still
Cherished the nation's chart, the people's will;
Hated but Faction with her maniac brand,
And loved, with fiery love, his native land.
Rose there a foe dared wrong in her despite,
How eager leaped his soul to do her right!
Her flag his canopy, her tents his home-
The world in arms-why, let the armed world come!
Thus loved he, more than life, and next to Heaven,
The broad, bright land to which that life was given;
And, loving thus and loved, the nation's pride,
Her hope, her strength, her stay-the patriot died!
Weep not for him-though hurried from the scene:
'T will be earth's boast that such a life has been.
Taintless his truth as Heaven; his soul sincere
Sparkled to-day, as mountain brooklets clear.
O'er every thought high honour watchful hung,
As broods the eagle o'er her eyried young.
His courage, in its calmness, silent, deep,
But strong as fate-Niagara in its sleep;
But when, in rage, it burst upon the foe-
Niagara leaping to the gulf below.

His clemency the graceful bow that, thrown
O'er the wild wave, Heaven lights and makes its own.
His was a spirit simple, grand and pure,
Great to conceive, to do and to endure;
Yet the rough warrior was, in heart, a child,
Rich in love's affluence, merciful and mild.
His sterner traits, majestic and antique,
Rivaled the stoic Roman or the Greek;
Excelling both, he adds the Christian name,
And Christian virtues make it more than fame.
To country, youth, age, love, life-all were given;
In death, she lingered between him and Heaven;
Thus spake the patriot in his latest sigh,
"My duty done-I do not fear to die."

Weep not for him; but for his country, tost
On Faction's surges: "think not of the lost,
But what 't is ours to do." The hand that stayed,
The pillar that upheld, in dust are laid;

And Freedom's tree of life, whose roots entwine

Thy fathers' bones-will it e'er cover thine?

*Non quos amisimus, sed quantum lugere par sit cogi

temus.

CICERO.

Root, rind and leaf a traitor tribe o'erspread;
Worms sap its trunk and tempests bow its head.
But the land lives not, dies not, in one man,
Were he the purest lived since life began.
Upon no single anchor rests our fate:
Millions of breasts engird and guard the state.
Yet, o'er each true heart, in the nation's night,
Will Taylor's memory rise, a pillared light;
His lofty soul will prop the patriot's pride,
His virtues animate, his wisdom guide.

Faction, whose felon fury, blind and wild,
Would rend our land, as Circe tore her child,
In sordid cunning or insensate wrath,
Scattering its quivering limbs along her path-
Ev'n Faction, at his name, will cower away,
And, shrieking, shrinking, shield her from the day.
Then up to duty! true, as he was true;
As pure, as calm, as firm to bear and do;
Nerve every patriot power, knit every limb,
And up to duty: but weep not for him!

"PSYCHE LOVES ME."

BY THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH.

I HAVE no gold, no lands, no robes of splendor,
No crowd of sycophants to siege my door;
But fortune in one thing at least is tender-
For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more?

I have no fame, nor to the height of honor

Will my poor name on tireless pinions soar; Yet Fate has never drawn my hate upon her→ For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more?

I have no station, know no high position,
And never yet the robes of office wore;
Yet I can well afford to scorn ambition-
For Psyche loves me ! Could I ask for more?

I have no beauty-beauty has forsworn me,
On others wasting all her charming store;
Yet I lack nothing now which could adorn me—
For Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more?

I have no learning-in nor school nor college
Could I abide o'er quaint old tomes to pore;

But this I know which passeth all your knowledge-
That Psyche loves me! Could I ask for more?
Now come what may, or loss or shame or sorrow,
Sickness, ingratitude or treachery sore,

I laugh to-day and heed not for the morrow-
For Psyche loves me-and I ask no more.

TO THE LOST ONE.

BY DUNCAN MOORE.

Vale et Benedicite.

IN joy we met; in anguish part; Farewell, thou frail, misguided one! Young Hope sings matins in thy heart, While dirges ring in mine alone, Solemn as monumental stone.

Thy life is Spring, but Autumn mine;
Thy hope all flowers; mine bitter fruit,
For hope but blossoms to repine;

It seldom hath a second shoot;—
A shadow that evades pursuit.

Though poets are not prophets here,

Yet Time must pass and you will see, While o'er dead joys you drop the tear, This world is one Gethsemane

Where all weep-die-still dream to be.

Flowers spring, birds sing in the young heart,
But Time spares not the flowers of Spring;
The birds that sang there soon depart,
And leave God's altar withering-
Flowerless and no bird to sing.

God pronounced all things good in Eden; Young Adam sang-not knowing evil, Until the snake plucked fruit forbidden, And made himself to Eve quite civil.Did he tempt her, or she the devil?

True, she made Eden Adam's heaven;-
Also the green earth Adam's hell;
Tore from his grasp all God had given;
Cast him from bliss in sin to dwell;
To make her food by his sweat and blood.

Then what should man from woman hope,
Who hurled from Paradise his sire?

Her frailty drew his horoscope,

And barred the gates of heaven with fire;
Changed God's intent for her desire.

And what should she from man expect
Who slew his God her soul to save?
A dreary life of cold neglect ;-

For Eden lost;-a welcome grave,
Where kings make ashes with the slave!
A welcome grave! man's crowning hope!
All trust from dust we shall revive;
Despite our gloomy horoscope,
Incarnadined God will receive
His children who slew him to live.

A frail partition but divides

Your husband from insanity;

He stares as madness onward strides
To crush each spark of memory-
I gave you all-this you give me!
Vale et benedicite.

COQUET versus COQUETTE.

BY MRS. CAROLINE H. BUTLER.

Benedict. One woman is fair; yet I am well: another is wise; yet I am well: another virtuous; yet I am well: but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Much Ado About Nothing.

Princess. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.
Rosaline. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
That same Biron I'll torture ere I go.

How will I make him fawn, and beg, and seek;
And wait the season, and observe the times,
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes;
And shape his service wholly to my behests;

And make him proud to make me proud that jests!
So portent-like would I o'ersway his state

That he should be my fool, and Í his fate. Love's Labor Lost.

CHAPTER I.

NATURE had been very profuse in bestowing her favors upon Mr. Frank Gadsby. In the first place she had given him a very elegant person, tall and of manly proportions; secondly, a pair of large, dark-hazel eyes, which could beam with tenderness or become fixed in the "fine frenzy" of despair, as best suited the pleasure of their owner. Above them she had placed a broad, white forehead, and adorned it with waving hair, of a dark, glossy brown. Next, a splendid set of teeth attested her skill and favor; and, to complete, the tout ensemble, whiskers and moustache were unsurpassable.

"Well," said Fortune, rather ruffled, "if Nature has been so prodigal, he shall have none of my assistance-not he! Let him make his way through the world by his good looks, if he can. I will seek out some ordinary looking fellow, whom nature has neglected, and with my golden smiles atone for the want of those attractions which soonest win the favor of the fair."

and trifling I think I can prove beyond dispute. The fact is, being a general favorite with the ladies, he was inclined to push his advantage a little too far; or, in other words, Frank Gadsby was a coqueta male coquet, of the first magnitude-insinuating, plausible, soft-voiced, and, in the words of Spencer, "When needed he could weep and pray,

And when he listed he could fawn and flatter,
Now smiling smoothly, like to summer's day,

Now glooming sadly so to cloke the matter." But although, like the fickle zephyr, he wooed with light dalliance every fair flower of beauty which came across his path, he yet managed to retain his heart safe in his own lordly bosom, and Frank Gadsby, the charmer, alone possessed that love sworn to so many.

Yet, as one cannot very well live without money, especially in the atmosphere which surrounded my hero, and as the law put little money in his purse, and the small annuity left him by some deceased relative almost as little, Mr. Gadsby resolved to make

And thus, under the ban of Fortune, Frank Gadsby a rich match one of these days; no hurry-there left college.

He professed to study the law as a means of winning the favor of the goddess, and had a small backroom, up three flights of stairs, furnished with a table and two chairs, on which table several voluminous law-books very quietly reposed, being seldom forced to open their oracular jaws to give forth their sage opinions. This was his study. But the person who should expect to find him there, I am sorry to say, would have a fruitless visit, and drag up those steep stairs for nothing. He would be much more likely to meet him promenading Chestnut street, gallanting some beautiful young girl up and down its thronged pavé—or at the Art Union, with an eye upon the living beauties there congregated, not upon the pictures which adorn its walls.

And yet I would not wish to convey an erroneous opinion, in thus hinting at the usual whereabouts of Mr. Gadsby. If he did not study, it was not for the want of talents or aptness; for he possessed a fine mind, and only needed some impetus to call forth those brilliant traits which were concealed beneath an exterior so vain and trifling-for vain he certainly was,

was time enough-he had but to pick and chooseany lady would be proud to become Mrs. Frank Gadsby-and until stern necessity forced it upon him, he would wear no conjugal yoke! And, with this self-laudatory decision, he continued his flirtations.

A conversation which passed between Mr. Gadsby and his friend Clarence Walton, will serve better than any thing I can vouch to substantiate the charge of trifling which I have preferred against him.

This same charge Walton had been reiterating, but to which, with perfect nonchalence, Gadsby answered:

"A trifler-a coquet! Come, that is too bad, Walton! To be sure, I pay the ladies attentions, such as they all expect to receive from the gentlemen. 1 give flowers to one, I sit at the feet of a second, go off in raptures at the music of a third, press the fair hand of a fourth, waltz with a fifth, and play the gallant to all-but it is only to please them I do it; and then, I say, Walton, if they will fall in love with me, egad, how can I help it!" and, saying this,

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