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themselves to their specific duty, what science and art will yet acit is well; but when the ballast complish in the world.' clamorously demands that not an

"Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever anchor shall be lifted nor a sail

reaping something new; spread, however fair the wind may That which they have done but earnest of

the things that they shall do ; blow, it is not well. To a large

For I dipt into the future, far as human eye number of persons among us, the

could see, word“ progress," as it is sometimes

Saw the vision of the world, and all the

wonders that should be ; used in this latter day, has a hor- Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argorific sound. It is a comprehensive sies of magic sails, word indeed. Between the “ Har

Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down

with costly bales ; lot's Progress" of Hogarth, and the Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and “Pilgrim's Progress" of Bunyan,

there rained a ghastly dew,

From the nations' airy navies, grappling in there is a vast difference, and if the central blue : the men we speak of would distin. Far along the world-wide whisper of the

south-wind rushing warm, guish between the two-but they With the standards of the peoples plunging will not. Every evidence of an through the thunder-storm; onward movement, in whatever di

Till the war-drum throbbed no longer, and

the battle-flags were furled, rection, Autters their souls with fear, In the parliament of man, the federation of and in their quivering apprehen

the world." sions, the plunge of Niagara is al- And here is another view of the ways before them. The past-the same great prophetic picture. holy, sacred, perfect past-such is the everlasting burden of their quer

“To pass with all our social ties

To silence from the paths of men; ulous song. They realize the crazy And every hundred years to rise conception of the "Turned Head, And leave the world and sleep again;

To sleep through terms of mighty wars, (vide“ Diary of a Physician,") and And wake on science grown to more, dress themselves with all their but. On secrets of the brain, the stars, tons on their backs. But we are

As wild as aught of fairy lore ;

And all that else the years will show, erring from our path.

Let us re

The poet-forms of stronger hours, turn once more to Tennyson.

The vast republics that may grow,

The federations and the powers; As the world grows old, his faith Titanic forces taking birth, is that science, peace, truth, virtue; In divers seasons, divers climes, all that can elevate humanity and

For we are ancients of the earth,

And in the morning of the times." brighten it into a heavenly likeness, will go on to increase until they It would be easy to find additional cover the whole surface of the earth. evidence that the genius of Tenny. Dark as the picture now seems to son looks forward and not backward, one who looks upon it with the eye but the foregoing must suffice. It of naked fact alone, there is never. is certainly a happy sign for the theless no place for despair. world when its literature begins to

turn toward the future, and away “Yet I doubt not through the ages, one increasing purpose runs,

from the past except as it carries And the thoughts of men are widened, with forward into the future all that the the process of the suns."

past has realized of truth and good. There is a constant advance, not

This indeed is a duty that always uniform, not always visible, must not be forgotten, but to be satbut real notwithstanding. To doubt isfied with this alone, to take the it, is to doubt that God sits upon the talent which time has hidden in the throne of the universe, with an eye earth, and offer that without increase that watches all things, and a hand to the Master at his coming, is not that turns them according to his all which he has a right to demand. pleasure. But we must let Tenny- We inquire next concerning the son prophesy. Here is a picture of religious aspect of the poems of


Tennyson. Poets have never been should expect to find, if any where, remarkable for piety. Cowper, re- some exposition of his religious turning to some friend a borrowed sentiments. It is called the “MAY volume of the “ Lives of the Poets," QUEEN," and it may be worth our writes that with a solitary exception, while to dwell upon it with some he has not been able to discover in particularity. The scene opens upany of them the slightest evidence on the evening before “ May day," of genuine religious principle. And and it is "little Alice" who sings in since the day of Cowper, we have the merriness of her heart, had a whole “Satanic school," spout. “You must wake and call me early, call me ing its blasphemies, till even the early, mother dear, wicked world could scarcely bear

Tomorrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the

glad new year; them any longer. The explanation Of all the glad new year, mother, the mad. of this singular fact, we shall make dest, merriest day, no attempt to give. It is enough

For I'm to be queen o' the May, mother, I'm

to be queen o' the May." for our present purpose simply to

In the first dawn of youth and state the fact itself. We are far enough from desiring all around her; with health beating

beauty; flattered and caressed by that every song should be a sermon.

its measured music in every vein ; It is somewhat exorbitant to demand of the poet, that he shall turn the her picture of human life makes it Westminster Catechism into

nothing but a May day infinitely

verse, and set the Saybrook Platform to mu: lengthened, through which she shail


and sic, but we have a right to ask that he pass as queen, sporting in shall offer us nothing at least which dance with her companions, and is contrary to sound doctrine." wearing upon her head the regal Perhaps we ought to be satisfied if crown of flowers. No cloud as yet there is no positive offense against casts its shadow upon her future. truth and purity, but less than this “The night-winds come and go, mother, upon

We we surely ought not to endure.

the meadow.grass,

And tho happy stars above them seem to have hitherto been much too toler.

brighten as they pass ; ant in this respect, and have suffer. There will not be a drop of rain the whole ed genius to sanctify the crime of

of the livelong day,

And I'm to be queen o' the May, mother, I'm uttering foul and impious thoughts to be queen o' the May." without restraint. No Christian peo- And

SO, with the fluency of a ple ought to endure, for an hour, happy heart, she pours her delight such blasphemies as those of Shel. into the maternal ear, until from ley, such impieties as those of By. very weariness, she falls asleep to ron, and such obscenities as those dream of the triumphs of the morof Moore. We are happy to believe

row. that the literature now coming into Part II, “New Year's Eve," predominance, will be mainly free

in a far different strain. from these dark stains. So far at Spring, summer, autumn have come least as Tennyson may be taken as and gone, and now it is the night of its representative, it is blameless. the last day of the year. The May We have looked through his vol.


queen is stretched upon her bed, a umes with particular reference to wasted invalid, with no hope of life this very point, and have found in remaining. Mournfully she speaks, them nothing whatever to condemn. One of the poems of the first vol. “If you're waking, call me early, call me

early, mother dear, ume (which ranks among the long- For I would see the sun rise upon the glad est and is perhaps the most beauti- new year; ful of them all,) carries our author

It is the last new year that ever I shall see,

Then you may lay me low i'the mould and upon solemn ground, where we think no more of me.”

What has become of that brilliant instructions and prayers of “that world which lay, like a landscape, good man, the clergyman,” upon spread out before her eyes only a few whose“ whole life long” she invokes months ago? It is gone forever, the fervent blessings of one who, and as yet no light from heaven has even in dying, has found a new and broken on her soul. The past is a everlasting life. morning cloud which has vanished

" He showed me all the mercy, for he taught away, and the future is nothing but me all the sin, darkness. All that she now hopes

Now, though my lamp was lighted late,

there's One will let me in; for is “to live till the snowdrops Nor would I now be well, mother, again, if come again.” But although her that could be, soul has found no rest, the cords of

For my desire is but to pass to Him that

died for me." earthly affection still tighten round her heart. She tries to believe that

It seems to us that we have in between this world and the grave to

this one stanza, a distinct recogniwhich she is going, there is no gulf tion of the two principal facts in the fixed, across which she can never

great system of evangelical Christian come back to visit those she loves. truth; viz. human sinfulness and

divine forgiveness through the death “If I can, I'll come again, mother, from out

of Christ. my resting-place;

And hear again how Though you'll not see me, mother, I shall the new-born soul discourses of its look upon your face;

heavenly inheritance. Though I can not speak a word, I shall hearken what you say,

“O sweet and strange it seems to me that And be often, often with you, when you ere this day is done, think I'm far away.”

The voice that now is speaking, may be beBut in Part III, the "CONCLUSION,"

yond the sun,

Forever and forever with those just souls we find that which we are now es- and true, pecially seeking. It is here that our

And what is life that we should moan? why

make we such ado? author, for the first time, presents us with some clue to his religious "Forever and forever, all in a blessed home,

And there to wait a little while till you and opinions. Spring has come round

Effie come : once more, and the dying Alice yet To lie within the light of God, as I lie upon lingers on the earth. She says,

your breast,

Where the wicked cease from troubling, “I thought to pass away before, and yet alive and the weary are at rest."

I am ;
And in the fields all round I hear the bleat-

Beautiful poetry is this, and most ing of the lamb.

beautiful, as it makes itself the How sadly, I remember, rose the morning framework of a picture, in which

of the year, To die before the snowdrop came and now the brightness and purity of heaven the violet's here."

itself are vividly presented. But a light from above has risen Our conclusion then is, that if we on her darkness. She has found ask after moral and religious effect, forgiveness of sin, and looks for the poems of Tennyson are without ward with cheerful and undoubting stain. There is nothing whatever faith, to life everlasting. The first of positive evil, and when he touchrays of heaven have already enter- es eternity, it is to trace, however ed her soul, and she longs to spring dimly, the truths of pure religion. upward, and bathe herself forever Let the poet have this praise at least, in its central light.

that he has not, like so many others,

with blasphemous ingratitude, turn" It seemed so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun,

ed the talent he possesses against the And now it seems as hard to stay, and yet Being from whom it came. His will be done!"

Thus far in our remarks upon She has been brought to this hap- Tennyson, it has been our aim rathpy state of feeling by the faithful er to develope the sentiments of the man, than to speak of his merely culiar style of Tennyson, we offer poetic merit. In drawing our hasty the following stanzas, complete in criticisms to a close, it is proper to themselves. We take them, not for glance more directly at the individ- any especial beauty of their own, ual characteristics of the various po- but because their brevity allows of ems. Of these, “ Locksley Hall," quotation. ranks highest in our estimation.

“ EDWARD GRAY. There is a reach of thought in it, an

“Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder town, energy of expression, and a vivid.

Met me walking on yonder way, ness of poetic imagery, which no • And have you lost your heart ?' she said, other poem in the two volumes pos- * And are you married yet, Edward Gray ?" sesses, in equal measure. Indeed

“ Sweet Emma Moreland spoke to me; in our judgment, there is scarcely a Bitterly weeping I turned away;

Sweet Emma Moreland, love no more poem in the language, of no greater Can touch the heart of Edward Gray. length than this, which contains so

“Ellen Adair she loved me well, much of genuine poetry. We have

Against her father's and mother's will; read it time after time, and always To-day I sat for an hour and wept,, with new interest and admiration. By Ellen's grave, on the windy hill. There are single lines in it which, “Shy she was, and I thought her cold; like a flash of lightning at midnight, Thought her proud, and fled over the sea,

Fill'd I was with folly and spite, lay open whole worlds of thought. When Ellen Adair was dying for me. "The May Queen,” as we have already said, is a model of manful “Cruel, cruel the words I said,

Cruelly came they back to-day, beauty, and moreover a faithful pic. You're too slight and fickle," I said, ture of human life." The Talking

“To trouble the heart of Edward Gray.' Oak,” ." The Day Dream,” and " There I put my face in the grass, “ The Miller's Daughter,” are ex.

Whispered, "Listen to my despair ;

I repeni me of all I did : quisite specimens of affectionate

Speak a little, Ellen Adair !' feeling, gracefully expressed, half

" Then I took a pencil, and wrote in mirth and half in tenderness.

On the mossy stone as I lay, “Morte d'Arthur,” “Godiva,

• Here lies the body of Ellen Adair, Lord of Burleigh,” and “ The Beg.

And here the heart of Edward Gray.' gar Maid,” bear witness to the art "Love may come, and love may go,

And fly like a bird, from tree to tree, of the poet in dressing up anew the

But I will love, no more, no more, legends which have come down to Till Ellen Adair come back to me. us from former generations, while

“ Bitterly wept I over the stone, “St. Agnes" and “Sir Galahad," Bitterly weeping I turned away; seem to breathe all the purity (ide- There lies the body of Ellen Adair,

And there the heart of Edward Gray." al, in most cases, we grieve to say,) of conventual and knightly life. Whatever may be thought of the

The temptation is strong upon us poetical merit of the foregoing lines, to present a few “elegant extracts,' they will testify at least to one fact; from some of the poems' named which is, that our author in his later above, but we are not emulous of and better poems, is not guilty of imitating the example of the classic the sin of grandiloquent and supersimpleton who carried about a brick fluous words. Indeed, one princias a specimen of the house he wish- pal charm of his poetry is the natued to sell. If a poem is built as ralness, and almost homeliness of every poem should be, it is impossi- expression, in which he often inble to give any just idea of the whole, vests the most tender and touching by taking out a few thoughts here thoughts. and there, and holding them forth to We have not been careful to ask the public gaze. For the sake how. after the world's opinion of Tenever of exhibiting the somewhat pe- nyson.

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signed to him by the lords of criti- his sentiments; for the absence of cism in the “old country,” we do every mark of a servile spirit, and not know, but we must frankly ac- the hopefulness with which he looks knowledge nevertheless, nostro pe. upon the world. But most of all riculo, that he is a poet after our do we praise him, because, in reown heart. We admire the fresh. spect to moral influence, he has ness and vigor of his verses. We left no line which, living or dying, commend him for the manliness of he could wish to blot.


On the question, whether strict it will behoove him to act on fixed veracity should be adhered to, in principles of rectitude, derived from every case and under all circumstan- previous information and serious reces, in our intercourse with the sick, fection. Perhaps the following brief there is very great difference of opin. considerations, by which I have conion, as well among medical men, as scientiously endeavored to govern in the community at large. Some my own conduct, may afford some are most scrupulously strict in their aid to his decision. Moral truth, in regard to truth; others, while they a professional view, has two referen. are generally so, make some few oc- ces; one to the party to whom it is casional exceptions in cases of great delivered, and another to the indiviemergency and necessity; while oth dual by whom it is uttered. In the ers still (and we regret to say that first it is a relative duly, constituting they are very numerous) give them- a branch of justice, and may propselves great latitude in their prac. erly be regulated by the divine rule tice, if they do not in their avowed of equity prescribed by our Savior, opinions.

to do unto others as we would, all In examining this subject, it is not circumstances duly weighed, they so much our intention to discuss the should do unto us. In the second abstract question, as to present the it is a relative duty, regarding solely many practical considerations that the sincerity, the purity, and the present themselves, illustrating them, probity of the physician himself. so far as is necessary, by facts and To a patient, therefore, perhaps the cases.

father of a numerous family, or one In order to introduce the subject, whose life is of the highest imporwe will here quote a passage from tance to the community, who makes Percival's Medical Ethics, which inquiries, which, if faithfully anpresents the views of those who are swered, might prove fatal to him, it in favor of an occasional departure would be a gross and unfeeling from truth, where the necessity of wrong to reveal the truth. His the case seems to demand it. right to it is suspended, and even

“Every practitioner must find annihilated; because its beneficial himself occasionally in circumstan- nature being reversed, it would be ces of very delicate embarrassment, deeply injurious to himself, to his with respect to the contending oblifamily, and to the public. And he gations of veracity and professional has the strongest claim, from the duty: and when such trials occur, trust reposed in his physician, as

well as from the common principle

of humanity, to be guarded against Our readers will perceive that the au. thor of this article is a Physician. whatever would be detrimental to

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