would be necessary to lift this huge ship from this spot, and carry it to yonder ocean! By what means can it be removed from its sunken bed? While I was thus meditating, I beheld the first small wave of the returning tide, as it silently stole along, and gently laved the keel of the vessel. And is it possible, I thought, that an agent so feeble as this can ever succeed in moving it from its place? But I continued to watch. I saw the waters increasing and swelling, until in about an hour I beheld the whole of that mighty mass, with its wood and iron and rigging, tossed like a feather on the top of the waves. And in the course of the evening, I saw it, with spreading canvass going forth from the harbor, and borne onward grandly and gallantly towards its destination on the bosom of the ocean.

"Yes, I said to my own faithless and desponding heart, I will accept this as a symbol. The cause of permanent and universal peace lies thus stranded and sunk in the foul mud of prejudices, left behind by centuries of violence and blood. And how is it to be removed? Not by mechanical force of any kind, but by the power of an enlightened public opinion; - feeble at first as the rippling wavelet I saw an hour ago, kissing the keel of that vessel. But the waters are rising. I hear already the deep, murmuring sound of their approach. And they will continue to rise and expand, and swell in bulk and volume, till the whole noble vessel shall be fairly lifted from its place. Yes, I do not despair to live to see the time when it shall go forth with outspread sails on the broad ocean, having flying at its mast-head, not the union-jack of England, nor the American stars and stripes, nor the tri-color of France, not even the symbol of the United Germanic nation, which on every side is waving around and above us here, but something bet

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ter and holier than any or all of these, - the broad banner of Universal Humanity, having inscribed upon it, as a motto, that sublime utterance of divine love, God hath made of one blood all nations of men to dwell on the face of the earth."

THE CAMP HAS HAD ITS DAY OF SONG.

THE camp has had its day of song;

The sword, the bayonet, the plume
Have crowded out of rhyme too long
The plough, the anvil, and the loom!
O, not upon our tented fields

Are Freedom's heroes bred alone;
The training of the work-shop yields
More heroes true than War has known!

Who drives the bolt, who shades the steel,
May, with a heart as valiant, smite,
As he, who sees a foeman reel

In blood before his blow of might!
The skill that conquers space and time,
That graces life, that lightens toil,
May spring from courage more sublime
Than that which makes a realm its spoil.

Let Labor, then, look up and see,

His craft no pith of honor lacks;

The soldier's rifle yet shall be

Less honored than the woodman's axe!
Let Art his own appointment prize,
Nor deem that gold or outward height

Can compensate the worth that lies

In tastes that breed their own delight.

*Ode composed for the Charitable Mechanic Association of Massachusetts by E. Sargent, Esq.

And may the time draw nearer still
When men this sacred truth shall heed,
That from the thought and from the will
Must all that raises man proceed!
Though Pride should hold our calling low,
For us shall duty make it good;
And we from truth to truth shall go,

Till life and death are understood.

CHAPTER VIII.

ON UNION WITH GOD IN THE REDEMPTION OF THE ARTS AND

LITERATURE.

of the necessity of a divine guidance in art and literature. — Of the early opinions among men on this subject. the mechanic and other subordinate arts.

Of union with God in
Of union with God in

the fine arts. Illustrated from the paintings of Raphael. The subject pursued in its relations to history and poetry. — Its application to seminaries of learning.—Reference to a pious teacher.— Concluding Remarks.

Ir God is man's great teacher, as we have seen in a former part of this work, then, in his efforts in acquiring knowledge, he will be likely to go astray and to seek out hurtful "inventions," so far as he does not accept a divine guidance. It is, therefore, not too much to say, that the Holy Ghost, the inward teacher sent down from heaven, both ought to be, and that he is designed to be, the great master in art and literature. And it is worthy of notice, that heathen nations, who everywhere give evidence that they have some glimpses of the truth, agree in ascribing the early inventions in art, and the early works in poetry and music, either to a divine agency or to human agency aided by divine. According to the mythology of the Greeks, it required the skill of Mercury to invent the lyre; and there could neither be poetry nor music without the aid of Apollo and the

Ecclesiastes 7: 29.

nation, existing as a corporate civil association, stands in a great degree by itself; recognizing but very imperfectly that bond of international brotherhood, which should bind together nation with nation. One of its first principles is its relative independence; that is to say, while it recognizes in the general sense the principle of union, it claims the right of judging of its own interests, and of deciding for itself in all cases. Consequently, there are frequent collisions. Massive and giant-like in its strength, but, like the sightless Polyphemus of the Grecian poet, nation, blinded by passion, dashes against its fellow-nation; and both are broken by the concussion, and are covered with blood.

6. It is painful, to the pure and fully christianized mind, to read the history of nations. We need no argument to establish the doctrine of the fallen condition of the human race, in addition to that of its history. Beginning with Herodotus and the other Greek historians of that period, and reading the records of mankind in the pages of eminent writers of different ages and countries, what do we find but a series of sorrows and crimes, arising out of the struggles of national interest, and the antagonisms of national passion? In how many battlefields has human right contested with human power, and strength gained the victory over justice! It is not without reason, therefore, that Cowper, whose beautiful poems have the merit of being infused with a Christian spirit, feelingly exclaimed,

"Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumor of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,

Might never reach me more!"