Sublimest danger, over which none weeps
When any young wayfaring soul goes

forth
Alone, unconscious of the perilous road,
The day-sun dazzling in his limpid eyes,
To thrust his own way, he an alien, through
The world of books! Ah, you ! — you think it fine,
You clap hands, “A fair day!' you cheer him on,
As if the worst could happen were to rest
Too long beside a fountain. Yet, behold,
Behold I the world of books is still the world ;
And worldlings in it are less merciful
And more puissant. For the wicked there
Are winged like angels. Every knife that strikes
Is edged from elemental fire to assail
A spiritual life. The beautiful seems right
By force of beauty, and the feeble wrong
Because of weakness. Power is justified,
Though armed against St. Michael. Many a crown
Covers bald foreheads. In the book-world, true,
There's no lack, neither, of God's saints and kings,
That shake the ashes of the grave aside
From their calm locks, and, undiscomfited,
Look steadfast truths against Time's changing mask.
True, many a prophet teaches in the roads;
True, many a seer pulls down the flaming heavens
Upon his own head in strong martyrdom,
In order to light men a moment's space.
But stay ! -- who judges, who distinguishes,
"Twixt Saul and Nahash justly, at first sight,
And leaves King Saul precisely at the sin,
To serve King David ? Who discerns at once
The sound of the trumpets when the trumpets blow
For Alaric as well as Charlemagne ?
Who judges wizards, and can tell true seers
From conjurors? The child there? Would you leave
That child to wander in a battle-field,
And push his innocent smile against the guns?
Or even in a catacomb, his torch
Grown ragged in the fluttering air, and all
The dark a-mutter round him? Not a child.

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I read books bad and good, some bad and some good
At once (good aims not always make good books ;
Well-tempered spades turn up ill-smelling soils
In digging vineyards even); books that

prove
God's being so definitely, that man's doubt
Grows self-defined the other side the line,
Made atheist by suggestion ; moral books,
Exasperating to license; genial books,
Discounting from the human dignity;
And merry books, which set you weeping when
The sun shines ; ay, and melancholy books,

Which make you laugh that any one should weep
In this disjointed life for one wrong more.

The world of books is still the world I write; And both worlds have God's providence, thank God ! To keep and hearten. With some struggle, indeed, Among the breakers, some hard swimming through The deeps, I lost breath in my soul sometimes, And cried, “ God save me, if there's any God !” But, even so, God saved me; and, being dashed From error on to error, every turn Still brought me nearer to the central truth. I thought so. All this anguish in the thick Of men's opinions, press and counterpress, Now up, now down, now underfoot, and now Emergent, — all the best of it, perhaps, But throws you back upon a noble trust And use of your own instinct; merely proves Pure reason stronger than bare inference At strongest. Try it ; fix against heaven's wall Your scaling ladders of school logic; mount Step by step. Sight goes faster: that still ray Which strikes out from you, how you can not tell, And why you know not, (did you eliminate, That such as you, indeed, should analyze ?) Goes straight and fast as light, and high as God.

The cygnet finds the water; but the man
Is born in ignorance of his element,
And feels out blind at first, disorganized
By sin i' the blood, his spirit-insight dulled
And crossed by his sensations. Presently
He feels it quicken in the dark sometimes ;
When mark, be reverent, be obedient;
For such dumb motions of imperfect life
Are oracles of vital Deity,
Attesting the hereafter. Let who

says,
“ The soul's a clean white paper,” rather say,
A palimpsest, a prophet's holograph
Defiled, erased, and covered by a monk's, —
The apocalypse, by a Longus! poring on
Which obscene text, we may discern perhaps
Some fair, fine trace of what was written once;
Some upstroke of an alpha and omega
Expressing the old Scripture.

Books, books, books!
I had found the secret of a garret-room
Piled high with cases in my father's name;
Piled high, packed large, where, creeping in and out
Among the giant fossils of my past,

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Like some small, nimble mouse between the ribs
Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there
At this or that box, pulling through the gar,
In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy,
The first book first. And how I felt it beat
Under my pillow in the morning's dark,
An hour before the sun would let me read!
My books!

At last, because the time was ripe,
I chanced upon the poets.

As the earth
Plunges in fury when the internal fires
Have reached and pricked her heart, and throwing flat
The marts and temples, the triumphal gates,
And towers of observation, clears herself
To elemental freedom ; thus my soul,
At Poetry's divine first finger-touch,
Let go conventions, and sprang up surprised,
Convicted of the great eternities
Before two worlds.

OTHER MODERN ENGLISH POETS AND

DRAMATISTS.

ROBERT SOUTHEY. – 1774-1843. Poet-laureate from 1813 to 1843. A writer of great industry: His prose is superior to bis poetry, which is of the lake school mainly, and not of the highest order.

PRINCIPAL PRODUCTIONS. “Madoc;” “ The Curse of Kehama;" “ Thalaba, the Destroyer;” “Joan of Arc;” “All for Love;" “ The Pilgrim of Compostella;” “Life of Nelson;" "A History of Brazil; " " Lives of Wesley, Chatterton, White, and Cowper;" “Lives of the British Admirals;” “Colloquies on Society." SHERIDAN KNOWLES.

. - 1784-1862. One of the most successful of modern dramatists. His best known plays are “ Caius Gracchus,".

Virginius," William Tell,” “ The Beggar of Bethnal Green, “ The Hunchback," Wife, a Tale of Mantua," and “ Love." Besides these, he wrote several other popular plays and other works.

William E. AYTOUN. — 1813, Edinburgh. “Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers;" Both well;"

"“Firmilian;" and, with Theodore Martin, “ Ballads by Bon Gaultier." Philip JAMES BAILEY. - 1816. Author of “ Festus,” a work of remarkable power, “ The Angel World," " The Mystic,” “The Age, a Colloquial Satire."

CAROLINE ANNE SOUTHEY. -1787-1854. Authoress of the beautiful tales, “ The Young Gray Head," " The Murder Glen,” “Walter and William,” and “ The Evening Walk ;” also " Ellen Fitzarthur,"'" Birthday and other Poems," “ Solitary Hours," and other pieces of prose and poetry of much merit. Martin FARQUHAR TUPPER. — 1810. “Proverbial Philosophy;'

" "An Author's Mind;" ** The Crock of Gold.”

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ELIZA COOK. - 1817. “ The Old Arm - Chair," and many other popular pieces.

Miss JEAN INGELOW.- “ The High Tide.”
WILLIAM Thom. - 1789-1848. “Rhymes and Recollections."

BRYAN WALTER PROCTER (better known as “BARRY CORNWALL"). — 1790. “ Marcian Colonna;" " Flood of Thessaly; “ Dramatic Scenes; " " Mirandola; “The Sea;" “ The Sequestration of a Bereaved Lover;' " " A Pauper's Funeral;" “A Petition to Time;" " A Prayer in Sickness; " " The Stormy Petrel.” HENRY HART MILMAN. — - 1791-1868. “ Fazio;

" " Samor;":

" " The Fall of Jerusalem;" " The Martyr of Antioch;' History of Latin Christianity.'

John CLARE. - 1793. “ Poems of Rural Life; " " The Village Minstrel.”

HARTLEY COLERIDGE. - 1796-1849. “ Lives of Northern Worthies;” “ The First Sound to the Human Ear;” “Night;” “A Vision;" “Sunday;” “ Prayer.”

DERWENT COLERIDGE. — 1800. "Memoir of Hartley Coleridge."
SARA COLERIDGE. — 1803-1852. “ Phantasmion."

THOMAS HAYNES BAYLEY. - 1797-1839. “ The Soldier's Tear;" “I'd be a Butterfly;"

" " The First Gray Hair;" "I Never was a Favorite;" "Why don't the Men propose ?"

WILLIAM MOTHERWELL. — 1797–1835. “Scottish Minstrelsy;” “Jeanie Morrison."

ALARIC ALEXANDER WATTS. 1799. “ Poetical Sketches; " "Lyrics of the Heart;" " Death of the Firstborn;" “ To a Child blowing Bubbles ; " "

My Own Fireside;" “ The Gray Hair." Johx EDMUND READE.

Italy; " "

Revelations of Life ;" “ Cain and Catiline."

WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED. — 1802-1839. “ The Red Fisherman ;' “Quince.”

RICHARD HENRY HORNE. — 1803. “ Orion;"" Cosmo de Medici;” “Death of Marlowe."

CHARLES Swain. - 1803. “ The Mind;” “English Melodies;” “ Letters of Laura D'Auverne."

THOMAS KIBBLE HERVEY. - 1804-1859. Editor of “The Athenæum;" “ Australia; " "Modern Sculpture; “England's Helicon.” Thomas Ragg. — 1808. “The Deity:” “ Martyr of Verulum;

"" Heber.” RICHARD MoxcKTON MILNES. 1809. “Poems of Many Years;" “PalmLeaves;'

“Life of Keats; “ Youth and Manhood; “Labor; ** Rich and Poor."

CHARLES MACKAY. - 1812. “ Voices from the Crowd;" “ Town Lyrics;' " Ægeria ; " “ The Salamandrine;" “ The Watcher on the Tower; " The Good Time Coming; " " The Three Preachers;” “What might be Done." ROBERT NICOLL. 1814-1837. “ Thoughts of Heaven;"

" ** Death." FRANCES BROWN.- 1816. “ The Star of Atteghei; ” “ Vision of Schwartz;” “Lyrics."

MATTHEW ARNOLD. - 1822. “ The Strayed Reveler ;' “Empedocles on Ætna.”

COVENTRY PATMORE. — 1823. " Tamerton Church-Tower;" “ The Angel in the House."

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DRAMATISTS.

Sir THOMAS NOON TALFOURD. 1795-1854. “Ion;” “The Athenian Captive; " " Glencoe, or the Fate of the Macdonalds;" " The Castilian;" "Life of Charles Lamb."

HENRY TAYLOR. — “Philip Van Artevelde; " " Edwin the Fair; " " The Eve of the Conquest;' Notes from Life, and Notes from Books."

THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES. 1803-1849. “ The Bride's Tragedy."
RICHARD LALOR SHEIL. — Died 1851. “Evadne; " " The Apostate."

GILBERT ABBOTT À BECKETT. 1810-1856. Many plays; also “Comic Blackstone; Comic Histories of England and Rome.”

Tom Taylor. – 1817. Many comedies and farces; “ Contributions to Punch;" “Memorials of Haydon.”

WESTLAND MARSTOX. 1825. “ Heart of the World ;” “Patrician's Daughter."
ROBERT B. BROUGI. - 1828. “What to Eat, Drink, and Avoid;” “Medea."
SHIRLEY BROOKS. “Our Governess;” “ The Creole."
WILKIE COLLINS. “ The Frozen Deep."
Mark LEMON. – Late editor of “Punch." Author of innumerable farces, &c.
HENRY MAYHEW. — “The Wandering Minstrel.”

JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY.

BORN 1814, DORCHESTER, Mass.

This distinguished histor author of "The Rise of the Dutch Republic," and “ The United Netherlands," is now (1870) minister at the court of St. James.

WILLIAM OF ORANGE.

The life and labors of Orange had established the emancipated commonwealth upon a secure foundation; but his death rendered the union of all the Netherlands into one republic hopeless.

The efforts of the malcontent nobles, the religious discord, the consummate ability (both political and military) of Parma, — all

combined with the lamentable loss of William the Silent to separate for ever the southern and Catholic provinces from the northern confederacy. So long as the prince remained alive, he was the father of the whole country; the Netherlands, saving only the two Walloon provinces, constituting a whole.

Notwithstanding the spirit of faction and the blight of the long civil war, there was at least one country, or the hope of a country, one strong heart, one guiding head, — for the patriotic party throughout the land. Philip and Granvelle were right in their estimate of the advantage to be derived from the prince's death; in