THE DECAY OF AMERICAN COMMERCE. 209 of genius, Arabia shines through long ages over a great section of the world. Belief is great, life-giving. The history of a nation becomes fruitful, soul-elevating, great, so soon as it believes. These Arabs, the man Mahomet, and that one century, is it not as if a spark had fallen, one spark, on a world of what seemed black unnoticeable sand? But lo! the sand proves explosive powder: blazes heaven-high from Delhi to Grenada! I said the great man was always as lightning out of heaven. The rest of men waited for him like fuel, and then they too would flame. THOMAS CARLYLE. Note 92. THE DECAY OF AMERICAN COMMERCE. To one born inland the sea has a wondrous mystery. I have studied its moods as a lover those of his mistress. Its enchantment has led me over liquid leagues on leagues to remotest realms. Not alone does it enchant because of its majestic expanse, its resistless force, its depth and unity, its monstrous forms, its riches and rocks, its graves, its requiem, its murmur of repose and mirror of placid beauty, but for its wrath, peril, and sublimity. These have led adventurous worthies of every age, by sun, star, and compass, over its trackless wastes, and returned them for their daring untold wealth and the eulogy of history. But it is for its refining, civilizing, elevating influences upon our kind that the ocean lifts its mighty minstrelsy. Unhappy that nation which has no part in the successes of the sea. Happy in history those realms like Tyre, Greece, Italy, Spain, and Norway, whose gathered glories are symboled in the trident. Happy in the present are those nations who, under the favoring gales of commerce, the fostering economies of freedom, and the unwavering faith in the guidance of Providence, bear the blessings of varied industry to distant realms, and bring back to their own the magnificent fruits of ceaseless interchange. Happy that nation whose poet can raise his voice to herald the hope and humanity of its institutions in the grandeur of the familiar symbol of Longfellow : "Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!" Amid this divided marine dominion, in which one power alone has half the rule of the ocean, shall America sit sceptreless and forlorn-dethroned, ignoble, dispirited, and disgraced? The ensign of our nationality takes its stars from the vault of heaven. By them brave men sail. It is now an unknown emblem upon the sea. We welcome every race to our shores in the vessels of other nations. Our enormous surplus, which feeds the world, is for others to bear away. We gaze at the leviathians of commerce entering our harbors and darkening our sky with the pennons of smoke; but the thunder of the engines is under another flag and the shouting of the captains is in an alien tongue. Others distribute the produce, capitalize the moneys, gather the glories, and elevate their institutions by the amenities and benignities of commerce, and we, boasting of our invention, heroism, and freedom, allow the jailers of a hated and selfish policy to place gyves upon our energy, and when we ask for liberty to build and for liberty to buy, imprison our genius in the sight of these splendid achievements. If you would that we should once more fly our ensign upon the sea, assist us to take off the burdens from our navigation, and give to us the first, last, and best-the indispensable condition of civilization by commerce-liberty. S. S. Cox. FRA LUIGI'S MARRIAGE. 211 Note 93. FRA LUIGI'S MARRIAGE. "A SAD strange tale it is, and long to tell : I loved him. That is how I came to know ""Twas on a day When all roads out of Rome were bright and gay Thrilled every little lark and thrush to sing; "The tale is strange, almost I fear I knew what she who bore him did not know. Nay? Then You'd like to hear how they make monks of men. I've not forgotten it. I loved him so Each thing that happened on that day I know "A monk? You said Your tale was how the Fra Luigi wed.” "Did take the church as bride? That is no secret marvellous to hide Behind thy phrase." "Nay, no such empty phrase I knew, for I had served her house when she The columns of red porphyry shone and gleamed In solemn circles which the altar faced. The priests' robes blazed with scarlet and with gold; All down the shadowed aisles went echoing low. Luigi and Andrea came and knelt. The silence like a darkness could be felt In which their voices rang out young and clear, FRA LUIGI'S MARRIAGE. Obedience and poverty till death, And chastity in every act and breath ; 213 Between the vows sweet chanted prayers were said "All was done Now, save that last, most dreadful sight of all, One gold-wrought pall "With a joyous tread 'Twas but a glance :-I said this tale was strange- Did pass upon their faces, his and hers, As comes upon the sea, when sudden stirs A mighty wind. More ghastly now, and white "The rite Went on. The pall upon their forms was dropped. |