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would belong to the one-sixth of Saxons personal patriotism by laws so sapiently that remained. In the eternal struggle for despotic. The face of the leading peoples existence,' it would be the inferior and less of the existing world is not even set in this favoured race that had prevailed, - and direction - but rather the reverse. The prevailed by virtue not of its qualities but tendencies of the age are three especially ; of its faults, by reason not of its stronger and all three run counter to the operation vitality but of its weaker reticence and its of the wholesome law of natural selection.' narrower brain.

We are learning to insist more and more on

the freedom of the individual will, the right Of course it will be urged that the prin- of every one to judge and act for himself. ciple of natural selection fails thus utterly We are growing daily more foolishly and because our civilisation is imperfect and criminally lenient to every natural propenmisdirected; because our laws are insuffi- sity, less and less inclined to resent, or concient; because our social arrangements are trol, or punish its indulgence. We absounwise; because our moral sense is languid lutely refuse to let the poor, the incapable, or unenlightened. No doubt, if our legis- or the diseased die; we enable or allow lators and rulers were quite sagacious and them, if we do not actually encourage them, quite stern, and our people in all ranks quite to propagate their incapacity, poverty, and wise and good, the beneficent tendencies constitutional disorders. And, lastly, deof nature would continue to operate uncoun- mocracy is every year advancing in power, teracted. No constitutions would be im- and claiming the supreme right to govern paired by insufficient nutriment and none and to guide: – and democracy means the by unhealthy excess. No classes would be management and control of social arrangeso undeveloped either in mind or muscle as ments by the least educated classes, — by to be unfitted for procreating sound and those least trained to foresee or measure vigorous offspring. The sick, the tainted, consequences, – least acquainted with the and the maimed, would be too sensible and fearfully rigid laws of bereditary transmistoo unselfish to dream of marrying and sion, - least habituated to repress desires, handing down to their children the curse of or to forego immediate enjoyment for future diseased or feeble frames ; — or if they were and remote good. not self-controlled, the state would exercise Obviously, no artificial prohibitions or a salutary but unrelenting paternal despot- restraints, no laws imposed from above and ism, and supply the deficiency by vigilant from without, can restore the principle of and timely prohibition. A republic is con- natural selection' to its due supremacy ceivable in which paupers should be forbid- among the human race. No people in our den to propagate; in which all candidates days would endure the necessary interferfor the proud and solemn privilege of con- ence and control; and perhaps a result so tinuing an untainted and perfecting race acquired might not be worth the cost of acshould be subjected to a pass or a competi- quisition. We can only trust to the slow tive examination, and those only should be influences of enlightenment and moral sussuffered to transmit their names and fami- ceptibility, percolating downwards and in lies to future generations who had a pure, time permeating all ranks. We can only vigorous and well-developed constitution to watch and be careful that any other influtransmit; - so that paternity should be the ences we do set in motion shall be such as, right and function exclusively of the élite of where they work at all, may work in the the nation, and humanity be thus enabled to right direction. At present the prospect is march on securely and without drawback to not reassuring. We are progressing fast in its ultimate possibilities of progress. Every many points, no doubt, but the progress is damaged or inferior temperament might be not wholly nor always of the right sort, nor eliminated, and every special and superior without a large per contra. Legislation one be selected and enthroned, — till the and philanthropy are improving the condihuman race, both in its manhood and its tion of the masses, but they are more and womanhood, became one glorious congrega- more losing the guidance and governance tion of saints, sages, and athletes: - till we of the masses. Wealth accumulates above, were all Blondins, all Shakespeares, Peri- and wages rise below; but the cost of livcles', Socrates', Columbuses and Fénelons. ing augments with both operations, till those But no nation - in modern times at least classes - - the stamina of the nation which -- has ever yet approached this ideal; no are neither too rich nor too poor to fear a such wisdom or virtue has ever been found fall, find marriage a hazardous adventure, except in isolated individual instances; no and dread the burden of large families. government and no statesman has ever yet Medical science is mitigating suffering, and dared thus to supplement the inadequacy of achieving some success in its warfare against disease; but at the same time it enables the those whom it saves from dying prematurediseased to live. It controls and sometimes ly it preserves to propagate dismal and imhalf cures the maladies that spring from pro- perfect lives. In our complicated modern fligacy and excess, but in so doing it en- communities a race is being run between courages both, by stepping in between the moral and mental enlightenment and the cause and its consequence, and saving them deterioration of the physical constitution from their natural and deterring penalties. through the defeasance of the law of natural It reduces the aggregate mortality by sani- selection;.— and on the issues of that race tary, improvements and precautions; but the destinies of humanity depend.

BY AUBREY DE VERE.

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From Macmillan's Magazine. Glistens yon Elm-grove, to its heart laid bare,
AUTUMNAL ODE.

And all articulate in its symmetry,
With here and there a branch that from on

high

Far flashes washed as in a watery gleam : MINSTREL and Genius, to whose songs or sighs Beyond, the glossy lake lies calm

- a beam The round earth modulates her changeful Upheaved, as if in sleep, from its slow central sphere,

stream. That bend’st in shadow from yon western skies, And lean’st, cloud-hid, along the woodlands sere,

This quiet - is it Truth, or some fair mask? Too deep thy tones — too pure — for mortal

Is pain no more? Shall Sleep be lord, not ear!

Death?
Yet Nature hears them : without aid of thine Shall sickness cease to afflict and overtask
How sad were her decline !

The spent and labouring breath?
From thee she learns with just and soft gradation Is there among yon farms and fields, this day,
Her dying hues in death to harmonize ; No grey old

head that drops ? No darkening Through thee her obsequies A glory wear that conquers desolation.

Spirits of Pity, lift your hands, and prayThrough thee she singeth, “ Faithless were the

Each hour, alas, men die ! sighing “ Breathed o’er a beauty only born to fleet : “A holy thing and precious is the dying “Of that whose life was innocent and sweet.”

The love-songs of the Blackbird now are done : From many a dim retreat

Upon the o’ergrown, loose, red-berried cover Lodged on high-bosomed, echoing, mountain-The latest of late warblers sings as one

That trolls at random when the feast is over ; lawn,

From bush to bush the silver cobwebs hover, Or chiming convent in dark vale withdrawn, From cloudy shrine or rapt oracular seat

Shrouding the dried up rill's exhausted urn; Voices of loftier worlds that saintly strain repeat. Nor falls the thistle-down : in deep-drenched

No breeze is fluting o'er the green morass :

grass,

Now blue, now red, the shifting dėw-gems It is the Autumnal Epode of the year:

burn. The nymphs that urge the seasons on their

round, They to whose green lap flies the startled deer

Mine ear thus torpid held, methinks mine eye When bays the far off hound,

Is armed the more with visionary power : They that drag April by the rain-bright hair, (Though sun-showers daze her and the rude Compels me through the woodland pageantry :

As with a magnet's force each redd’ning bower winds scare) O'er March’s frosty bound,

Slowly I track the forest's skirt: emerging, They by whose warm and furtive hand unwound I see far mists from reedy valleys surging :

Slowly I climb from pastoral steep to steep : The cestus falls from May's new-wedded

I follow the procession of white sheep breast

That fringe with wool old stock and ruined Silent they stand beside dead Summer's bier,

rath With folded palms, and faces to the West, And their loose tresses sweep the dewy ground.

How staid to-day, how eager when the lambs

Went leaping round their dams!
I cross the leaf-choked stream from stone to stone,

Pass the hoar ash-tree, trace the upland path, A sacred stillness hangs upon the air,

The furze-brake that in March all golden shone A sacred clearness. Distant shapes draw nigh: Reflected in the shy kingfisher's bath.

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The day whereon man's heart, itself a priest, No more from full-leaved woods that music Descending to that Empire pale wherein swells

Beauty and Sorrow dwell, but pure from Sin, Which in the summer filled the satiate ear :

Holds with God's Church at once its fast and A fostering sweetness still from bosky dells

feast. Murmurs ; but I can hear

Dim woods, they, they alone your vaults should A harsher sound when down, at intervals,

tread, The dry leaf rattling falls.

The sad and saintly Dead ! Dark as those spots which herald swift disease,

Your pathos those alone ungrieved could meet The death-blot marks for death the leaf yet firm:

Who fit them for the Beatific Vision : Beside the leaf down-trodden trails the worm :

The things that as they pass us seem to cheat, In forest depths the haggard, whitening grass

To them would be a music-winged fruition, Repines at youth departed. Half-stripped trees

A cadence sweetest in the soft subsiding: Reveal, as one who says, “Thou too must pass,"

Transience to them were dear ; - for theirs the Plainlier each day their quaint anatomies.

abiding Yon Poplar grove is troubled ! Bright and bold Dear as that Pain which clears from fleshly film Babbled his cold leaves in the July breeze

The spirit's eye, matures each spirit-germ, As though above our heads a runnel rolled :

Frost-bound on earth, but at the appointed

term His mirth is o’er: subdued by old October, He counts his lessening wealth, and, sadly so- Mirror of Godhead in the immortal realm.

ber, Tinkles his querulous tablets of wan gold.

Lo there the regal exiles ! - under shades

Deeper than ours, yet in a finer air Be still, ye sighs of the expiring year!

Climbing, successive, elders, youths, and maids, A sword there is :- ye play but with the The penitential mountain's ebon stair : sheath !

The earth-shadow clips that halo round their Whispers there are more piercing, yet more dear

hair : Than yours, that come to me those boughs be- And as lone outcasts watch a moon that wanes, neath ;

Receding slowly o'er their native plains, And well-remembered footsteps known of old Thus watch they, wistful, something far but fair. Tread soft the mildewed mould.

Serene they stand, and wait, O magic memory of the things that were - Self-exiled by the ever-open gate : Of those whose hands our childish locks ca- Awhile self-exiled from the All-pitying Eyes, resst,

Lest mortal stain should blot their Paradise. Of one so angel-like in tender care,

Silent they pace, ascending high and higher Of one in majesty so Godlike drest

The hills of God, a hand on every heart O phantom faces painted on the air,

That willing burns, a vase of cleansing fire Of friend or sudden guest ;

Fed by God's love in souls from God apart. I plead in vain :

Each lifted face with thirst of long desire The woods revere, but cannot heal my pain. Is pale; but o'er it grows a mystic sheen, Ye sheddings from the Yew-tree and the Pine, Because on them God's face, by them unseen, If on your rich and aromatic dust

Is turned, through narrowing darkness hourly
I laid my forehead, and my hands put forth nigher.
In the last beam that warms the forest floor,
No answer to my yearnings would be mine,

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To me no answer through those branches hoar
Would reach in noontide trance, or moony

Sad thoughts, why roam ye thus in your unrest

The world unseen? Why scorn our mortal gust! Her secret Heaven would keep, and mother Is it not kindly, Earth’s maternal breast ?

bound? Earth Speak from her deep heart, “ Where thou

Is it not fair, her head with vine-wreaths

crowned ? know'st not, trust!”

Farm-yard and barn are heaped with golden

store ;

High piled the sheaves illume the russet plain; That pang is past. Once more my pulses keep Hedges and hedge-row trees are yellowed o'er

A tenor calm, that knows nor grief nor joy ; With waifs and trophies of the labouring wain: Once more I move as one that died in sleep, Why murmur, “ Change is change, when down

And treads, a Spirit, the haunts he trod, a boy, ward ranging ; And sees them like-unlike, and sees beyond : Spring's upward change but pointed to the unThen earthly life comes back, and I despond.

changing?" Ah, life, not life! Dim woods of crimsoned beech, Yet, oh how just your sorrow, if ye knew That swathe the hills in sacerdotal stoles,

The true grief's sanction true! Burn on, burn on! the year ere long will reach 'Tis not the thought of parting youth that moves That day made holy to Departed Souls,

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'Tis not alone the pang for friends departed:- With gates of pearl and diamond bastions The Autumnal grief that raises while it proves us sheer.

Wells from a holier source and deeper-hearted! The walls are agate and chalcedony : For this a sadness mingles with our mirth; On jacinth street and jasper parapet For this a bitter mingles with the sweetness; The unwaning light is light of Deity, The throne that shakes not is the Spirit's Not beam of lessening moon or suns that set. right;

That undeciduous forestry of spires The heart and hope of Man are infinite; Lets fall no leaf ! those lights can never range : Heaven is his home, and, exiled here on earth, Saintly fruitions and divine desires Completion most betrays the incompleteness ! Are blended there in rapture without change.

- Man was not made for things that leave us,

For that which goeth and returneth, Heaven is his home. But hark! the breeze in- For hopes that lift us yet deceive us,

For love that wears a smile yet mourneth; The sunset forests, catching sudden fire, Not for fresh forests from the dead leaves springFlash, swell, and sing, a millioned-organed ing, choir :

The cyclic re-creation which, at best, Roofing the West, rich clouds in glittering fleeces Yields us —

– betrayal still to promise clinging – O’er-arch ethereal spaces and divine

But tremulous shadows of the realm of rest : Of heaven's clear hyaline.

For things immortal Man was made, No dream is this ! Beyond that raliance golden God's Image, latest from His hand,

God's Sons I see, His armies bright and strong, Co-heir with Him, Who in Man's flesh arrayed The ensanguined Martyrs here with palms high Holds o'er the worlds the Heavenly-Human holden,

wand : The Virgins there, a lily-lifting throng !

His portion this — sublime The Splendours nearer draw. In choral blending To stand where access none hath Space or Time,

The Prophets' and the Apostles' chant I hear; Above the starry host, the Cherub band, I see the City of the Just descending

To stand to advance - and after all to stand !

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From The Cornhill Magazine.
THEOLOGY IN EXTREMIS:

They were my fathers, the men of yore,

Little they recked of a cruel death;
OR, A SOLILOQUY THAT MAY HAVE BEEN DELIV-
ERED IN INDIA, JUNE, 1857.

They would dip their hands in a heretic's gore,

They stood and burnt for a rule of faith. “The Mahometans would have spared life to any What would I burn for, and whom not spare ? of their English prisoners who should consent to profess Mahometanism, by repeating the usual short I, who had faith in an easy-chair. formula; but only one half-caste cared to save him. self in that way." - Extract from a newspaper ac

V. count of one of the Indian massacres.

Now do I see old tales are true,

Here in the clutch of a savage foe;
MORITURUS LOQUITUR.

Now shall I know what my fathers knew;

Bodily anguish and bitter woe, Oft in the pleasant summer years,

Naked and bound in the hot sun's glare,
Reading the tales of days bygone,

Far from my civilized easy-chair.
I have mused on the story of human tears,
All that man unto man has done -

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Massacre, torture, and black despair-

Now have I tasted and understood Reading it all in my easy-chair;

That old-world feeling of mortal hate;

For the Mussulmans round us keen for blood, II.

They will kill us — they do but wait; Passionate prayer for a minute's life;

While I - I would sell ten lives, at least,
Tortured, crying for death as rest;

For one fair stroke at that devilish priest
Husband pleading for child or wife,
Pitiless stroke upon tender breast.

VII.
Was it all real as that I lay there

Just in return for the kick he gave,
Lazily stretched on my easy-chair ?

Bidding me call on the prophet's name;
Even a dog by this may save

Skin from the knife, and soul from the flame; Could I believe in those hard old times

My soul ! if he can let the prophet burn it; Here, in this safe luxurious age?

But life is sweet if a word may earn it.
Were the horrors invented to season rhymes,

Or truly is man so fierce in his rage?
What could I suffer, and what could I dare? A bullock's death, and at thirty years !
I who was bred to that easy-chair.

Just one phrase, and a man gets off it.

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XI.

XVIII. Life is pleasant, and friends may be nigh,

Fain would I speak one word and be spared. Showing me surtmer in western land, Yet I could be silent and cheerfully die

Now as the cool breeze murmureth If I were only sure God cared;

In leaf and flower— And here I stand If I had Faith, and were only certain

In a plain all bare save the shadow of death, That light is behind that terrible curtain. Leaving my life in its full noonday;

And no one to know why I flung it away!
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But what if he listeth nothing at all

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Of words a poor wretch in his terror may say, Why? Am I bidding for glory's roll ?
That mighty God who created all ?

I shall be murdered and clean forgot;
Who meant us to live the appointed day, Is it a bargain to save my soul?
Who needs not either to bless or ban,

God, whom I trust in, bargains not.
Weaving the woof of an endless plan.

Yet for the honour of English race,
May I not live or endure disgrace.

XIII.

He is the Reaper, and binds the sheaf,

Shall not the season its order keep?
Can it be changed by a man's belief?

Millions of harvests still to reap.
Will God reward, if I die for a creed,
Or will He but pity, and sow more seed ?

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I must be gone to the crowd untold
Of'men by the cause which they served un-

known,
Who moulder in myriad graves of old.

Never a story and never a stone
Tells of the martyrs who die like me,
Just for the pride of the old countree.

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Surely He pities who made the brain,

When breaks that mirror of memories sweet,
When the hard blow falletb, and never again

Nerve shall quiver nor pulse shall beat. Bitter the vision of vanishing joysSurely He pities when man destroys.

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Ay, but the word, if I could have said it,
Ay, by no terrors of hell perplext
Hard to be silent and get no credit
From man in this world, or reward in the

next. None to bear witness and reckon cost Of the name that is saved by the life that is lost.

xv. Here stand I on the ocean's brink,

Who hath brought news of the further shore ?

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