conceived in the mind of God. Onesies, and to lead the way to a universal of these only can be translated from pos- peace, in which Reason should be harsible into actual existence, and that one monized with Religion. Whatever we must be the best. There is, indeed, in- may say of the truth or falsehood of the cluded in it moral and natural evil,-the doctrines to which he attained, we cannot latter the harmonious consequent of the withhold our homage of admiration when we former, and a reaction against it. But mo- reflect on such an amount of speculative ral evil cannot be separated from the best of genius in busy operation throughout a long possible universes, and the will of God is life, on the amazing sweep of the abstract not the fountain of necessary truths. The conceptions which that genius has employmystery of sin is not to be explained by the ed,-on that strong logical faith in the omresolution of evil into good, for sin is es- nipotence of deduction,-on the richly sugsentially evil. But sin is necessarily in- gestive ideas which this mighty thinker volved in the idea of this best of possible has contributed to philosophy, and on universes, which, notwithstanding its evil, the unity of a system which sublimely deit is better to translate out of the possible signs to harmonize the spiritual with the into the actual, than to have no universe at sensible world. all. Thus, the created universe must be the harmony of one great Theocracy, expressive of the attributes of the one Perfect Being. From His eternal throne, its several streams of elementary existence must have taken their rise. They have flowed, and they must continue to flow, in the courses into which he sent them in the beginning; and, notwithstanding of the dark shades in which so many of them are enveloped, they are recognized by His Omniscience as the only possible and, there

From Blackwood's Magazine.

THE MODERN PILGRIM'S PROGRESS.

THE FRAGMENT OF A DREAM.

CHAPTER I.

fore, most glorious illustration by creation, How SCAPEGRACE first made acquaintance with

of the pure fountain whence they have originated.

a dream.

SCRIP.

breeches pockets, as if in search of something, but drew out nothing. Then he turned his pockets inside out, and cried— "Wo is me! what shall I do?"

If illusory, these are, at least, splendid As I walked through the wilderness of speculations. There are two modes of 'Change Alley, I lighted on a certain cofthus rising beyond the limits of the ima- feehouse, where there was a box in the corgination in a philosophy of the universe. ner, and, falling asleep therein, I dreamed We may follow the course of the modern astronomy; or, we may meditate on the I dreamed, and behold I saw a man bearfacts of metaphysics and speculative theol-ing a burden on his back, walking up and ogy. He who studies the one, gazes on down the Alley in grievous plight; and the starry heavens and ranges in thought ever and anon he put his hands into his over the distant parts of material creation, till, lost in what he observes, his astronomy seems merged in idealism. The votary of speculation, on the other hand, taking in the spiritual as well as the material world, contemplates the Human and the Divine; and with faculties fitted to judge only of successive and contemporaneous nature, meets the mysteries of an objective world, of personality and free will, and of the Divine existence, and seems, also, lost in that world of ideas, where physical and metaphysical science thus appear to con

verge.

By these assumed demonstrations, of which we have given a very vague outline, Leibnitz hoped to deliver metaphysical science from future errors and controver

And, as he turned his back to me, I saw his burden, which was large and heavy; and thereon was writ, in large characters, the word "Debt:" and drawing near, methought the bag was stuffed quite full of mortgages, bonds, bills, post-obits, and such like, wherewith he appeared to be weighed down even to the ground.

And, as he made his moan, and strove to unloose his burden from his back, behold another man came up to him, who also bare his burden upon his back; but, though it seemed larger and heavier than his fellow's, he wore a smiling countenance, and skip

ped along as lightly as if his pack had been filled with feathers; and, drawing near to the first man, he thus accosted him :

"How now, neighbor SCAPEGRACE, wherefore so in the dumps? Thou seèmest to have a sore struggle with thy load, which, sooth to say, seems a heavy one. Can lend thee a helping hand?"

tolls levied from the pilgrims that use the road. If thou couldst but be joined to one of these companies, as I have been, thy burden might soon be lighter. And even now there is a new road about to be begun, which I doubt not would make thee rich in brief space, if thou wert but a sharer therein."

"Whither goeth this road?" asked Scapegrace.

From the town of LITTLE-GO, by HAPHAZARD, towards CENT-PER-CENT, and thence to the great city of ELDORADO," answered Stagman. "Thereafter, if the traffic answer, we contemplate a branch rail to UTOPIA."

"In good faith, neighbor STAGMAN," answered Scapegrace, so long as this burden sticks to my back, I shall have no peace or rest, by night or by day, for I know not how long I may be left at large; and men say that, even now, one Gripeman hath a writ out against me, at the suit of Mr. Legality, and that I shall be hauled away to prison incontinently. Bail, as thou knowest, I "But methought," said Scapegrace, can find none; for Easyman, who stood" that road of which thou speak'st was full surety for me aforetime, is bankrupt, and of rocks, and deep pits, and swamps, and thou Stagman, hast not a penny in thy quagmires, and other frightfuls. I do repurse-if thou wert ever so much inclined member me of a certain SLOUGH OF DESto befriend me." POND, wherein sundry travellers were bemired to purpose, and some hardly escaped with their lives."

"Nay, not so fast friend," replied Stagman; "matters have gone better with me of late than thou wouldst suppose; and perchance, if thou wilt listen to me, I can put thee on a way to get quit of this thy burden! or, if thou wouldst rather do as I do, to fill thy pockets, keep thy burden still, and yet dance under it as lightly as if it were no burden at all."

"Of a truth," said Scapegrace, "I long to hear how these things may be."

"Know then," said Stagman, "that of late all the world have gone crazed after a new fashion of travelling, or rather flying, discovered by Mr. Ironman, by means of which the traveller reacheth his journey's end ere he well knoweth that he hath begun it, smoking his pipe, or reading the newspaper all the way, as he skimmeth along over hills and valleys, sloughs and morasses."

"These be pleasant tidings," cried Scapegrace.

"The Slough of Despond, quotha!" cried Stagman; a certain man, called in the vulgar tongue a Contractor, undertakes to fill it up, and to lay a double line of rails, with sidings, across it in a fortnight.”

"Truly, we live in strange times, neighbor," said Scapegrace. "But then the HILL of DIFFICULTY?"

"Is no difficulty after all," interrupted Stagman; "we pass right through the centre of it by a tunnel in two minutes, so that you need never know there was a hill there. The strata are all clay and sandstone, exceeding well fitted for boring."

"Then the VALLEY OF HUMILIATION, and the road which leads therethrough?" asked Scapegrace.

"We go slap across it in the twinkling of a bedpost by a handsome viaduct of thirty arches on the skew principle," said Stag

man.

Lo, you now!" said Scapegrace, marvelling-"Surely, however, the road is rugged and hilly?"

"Thou wouldst say, the gradients are bad; not so, there is none worse than one in the hundred-quite as good as the Caledonian."

"And profitable likewise," answered Stagman, "for all that are concerned in these new highways; for now-a-days none will take the old roads, which are fast becoming full of ruts and pitfalls, fearful to behold, and all must soon resort per force to those made by Mr. Ironman, who levieth a heavy toll on all passengers at various wicket-gates which he hath set up along the road. Now, as Ironman required some "So much the better for thee," answerfriends to assist him with money in making ed Stagman gravely.

"I know not that road," said Scapegrace.

his roads, he hath formed various goodly But, neighbor, how do you contrive companies, who lend him their money in to carry your road through other men's the mean time, and share thereafter in the grounds?" said Scapegrace.

"We promise to share the profits with them," said Stagman," and so keep them quiet; or put them on the Provisional Committee, with power to audit their own accounts. Sometimes, no doubt, we are put to our shifts for a time, as was the case with Squire Despair of Doubting Castle, who opposed us on the standing orders, and threatened to throw us out in committee; but, as it ended in our buying Doubting Castle at his own price, and paying him handsomely for intersectional damage besides, he soon withdrew his opposition, and is now an active promoter of the line. Indeed, I know not any one who can give us further trouble, except it be old Pope, who says the road will ruin his villa, and be the death of any of his bulls that get upon the line; but as we know that he is as poor as a church rat, and will never show face in the committee, we mind him not, and, in truth, I have no doubt the committee will find the preamble proved."

"Find what?" inquired Scapegrace; "methinks, Stagman, thou dealest in strange words, and usest a jargon hard to be understood of men."

"Find the preamble proved," answered Stagman; "which means we shall be em-. powered to make the road."

"I suppose then, neighbor," said Scapegrace, "there will be great resort of travellers to this same CENT-PER-CENT, and much toll levied thereat?"

that may be; for the way is narrow, and many there be that would go in thereat. But look you, neighbor, I have promised to do you service if I can, and I will tell you how to set about it. There is an ancient friend of mine, who hath stood me in good stead before now, his name is Mr. Scrip; he hath holpen many a one in worse plight than thou art; so that by his aid, from being poor and needy, they have become well to do in the world in a short space. Let us go together to him; he dwelleth in Paper Buildings hard by; it may be that he will stand thy friend, and help thee out of this thy difficulty."

So methought the men went both togeth er, and, knocking at the door of Mr. Scrip, they were shown into his apartment, which was all garnished with slips of paper, whereon were strange figures and characters written, which no man could read or understand. He wore a coat of many colors, the pockets of which appeared to be stuffed with papers bearing the like figures; he was always looking either up or down, and he moved to and fro continually, as if he could not sit still in one place for a moment.

"Mr. Scrip," said Stagman, "you must know here is a friend of mine who is presently sore bestead, and lacketh thine aid. He would fain have of thee some of those wonderful papers of thine, whereby so many have become so suddenly rich; and, for the "The passenger traffic, the prospectus sake of our old acquaintance, I pray you says, will be enormous," answered Stag-pleasure him in this matter." man; “and the minerals along the line are of course inexhaustible."

"But tell me, neighbor, is this same mode of travel as pleasant for the wayfarers as thou sayest?"

"Exceedingly pleasant for the survivors," answered Stagman. "Doubtless it sometimes happens that a carriage or two will run over a precipice, or the down-train from Little-go may run into the up-train from Hap-hazard, whereby some dozen lives may go amissing; but such accidents are unavoidable, and it is satisfactory to know that on these occasions there never yet has been the slightest blame imputable to any one concerned the stoker being invariably a most respectable man, and the utmost attention paid to the signals."

"Nay now, neighbor Stagman," said Scapegrace; "all this is mighty comfortable and encouraging, and I long much to have share with thee in this same business." "I know not," said Stagman, "whether

Then methought Mr. Scrip looked fixedly upon Scapegrace, and shook his head consumedly. "The applications," said he,

are so numerous, that the Provisional Committee have been compelled to decline many from the most respectable quarters, and in all cases greatly to restrict the amount allocated." But observing that Scapegrace appeared much discomfited at these words, he said, after a time

"Howbeit, as the man is a friend of thine, and this is the first time he hath come to me, I will for this once do for him according to his wish." So, putting his hand into his nether raiment, he pulled out certain slips of paper, and put them into Scapegrace's hand, saying, "Take these, and put them into the purse thou bearest with thee; they are called after my name: a fortnight hence thou wilt pay to me a deposit of twenty crowns thereon, but thereafter thou mayst sell them for ten times tha sum."

And about mid-day, as they journeyed, they came in sight of the Fair, which was of goodly extent, with many lanes and al--what will you buy?" exclaimed many leys, through which great crowds were ever voices as they passed. moving, and the din and hubbub of their voices, as they called out the names of their wares, was such, that at first the pilgrims were mightily confused. Littlefaith spake of turning back, but being encouraged of Stagman, he took heart again and went