Book ' '. ERSONS, PLACES AND IDEAS : MISCELLANEOUS ESSAYS. BY B. O. FLOWER, AUTHOR OF "CIVILIZATION'S INFERNO," "THE NEW TIME," AND "GERALD MASSEY." WITH OVER THIRTY FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS. THE ARENA PUBLISHING COMPANY, COPLEY SQUARE, BOSTON, MASS., U. S. A. h- ^c^\^ <^ ^ V6^ "3". Lj-^bn. to tRe memory of (5i^cou (I, 1Rce^, Ine o^ tfie ^our^iler<£) o^ Ufie eKrena Pu6fi«a)^ing (^ompan^, ar^i. it<«) ^i(*'\^erL'C. sh. man coBo(^e no6fe aric| uno;^teritatioU(£) aiil to t^O(i)e in aeeil or ili<«)ti*e/l>(t) coa onf^ equafPeil 6lj fil*^) FiSeraPit^ to tR© eau<«)e o^ («)cieace, progt*eit)<£), anil fiSecaP tftougfit. ^ablc of Contents, Chapteu. Page. I. Deuioatiox II. ClIAKLES DAKWIN 7 III.,, An Idealistic DiiEAMER Who Sings IN i^E Minor Key . 19 IV. Mask or Mirror . .27 V. [^ A Poet of the People . . 37 VI. I. After Sixty Years . -jO VII. Ciiester-on-tiip>Dee . ''O VIII. Strolls Beyond the Walls of Chestek . . ^() IX. Winter Days in Florida ....... 106 X. ,' Religious Thought in Colonial Days . . , l-'l XI. - Some Social Ideals Held by Victor Hugo . . . 1-^2 XII. Postering the Savage in the Young .... 1-^8 XIII. Hypnotism AND its Relation TO Psychical Research . l''>9 XIV. Crucial Moments in National Life .... 178 XV. Room for the Soul of Man 181 XVI. The August Present 184 ^ flllufitrationcn CiiARLEf=i Darwix, FuU-Pai^e Portrait With Autograph . Louise Chaxdlek Movlton, Full-Page Portrait With Autograph Small poktkait of Mk. IIearx and thrke scenes fkom Siioke- ACRES James G. Claiik, Full-Page Portrait With Autograph Bishop Lloyd's House, Chester .... A PiOMAx Altar found in Excavation ix Chester The Old Staxley Palace A VIEW of Watergate Tower axd the City Walls Phcenix Tower from the Canal A Street ix Chester .... God's Providence House . Ruixs of the Church of St. John The Cathedral of Chester Old Cloister belonging to toe Cathedrai, of Chester The Grosvenor Biiidge ove^HMMBpee Chester from the Dee . r^ Eaton H^J|, The Country Seat Of The Duke Of Westminster Grand Saloon in Eaton Hall Library in Eaton Hall Portrait of Gladstone and his Granddaughter Hawarden, The Home Of W. E. Gladstone Winter Scenes on an Lsland in the Halifax PavER . The ToMOKA PavER .... ■^:,.\\ ■ A View of the Halifax-Piver from ri|!'LiFAx Peninsula oppo SITE Daytona .... M 2() 3(5 66 ()6 67 ()S 70 72 73 74 75 76 78 88 90 92 94 97 99 107 108 110 *■ miustrations. Page. ToMOKA Cabin ON THE Bank OF THE ToMOKA . . . .Ill Winter Scene on the Halifax Beach . . . . . .112 Winter Bathing on East Coast of Florida 113 Moonlight on the Halifax Beach 114 Clam Dig(;ing and Bathing on the Halifax Beach in Feb- ruary 115 A Storm ON THE Ocean 116 Eivek Eoad from Daytona TO Holly Hill ..... lis Beach Street, Daytona, Florida 120 Volusia Avenue, Daytona, Florida , 121 Another Scene on Beach Street, Day-tona . . . = 122 RiDGEWooD Avenue, Day^tona, Florida . . . . .124 Live Oak and Palmetto on the River Banks at Daytona . 12.i The Palmetto in Blossom 126 The Orange Blossom 3?8 Magnolia Blossoms 129 Victor Hugo, Full-Page Portrait With Autograph .... 143 CL ^. ayruy\^ Xife of Charles H)arwtn, I. The name of Charles Darwin will ever be pre-eminent among the immortal coterie of commanding thinkers who have made the nineteenth century the most notable epoch in the history of scientific thought and attainment. The influence of his careful and patient research and the logical deductions which he gave mankind in his masterly volumes have changed, to a great extent, the current of a world's thought. Not that Darwin alone accomplished this, for never was king surrounded by more loyal knights than Avas this gi-eat man environed by giant think- ers who nobly fought for the thought he sought to establish, against the combined opposition of established religious and scholastic conservatism. But the important fact must not be overlooked that had it not been for the years of patient observa- tion and research, which enabled Mr. Darwin tangibly to demon- strate the truth of many imi)ortant contested questions, the splendid philosophical presentations of Spencer, the important labors of Dr. Alfred Kussel Wallace, and other scarcely less vigorous thinkers would have only been sufficient to arouse a fierce war, which even a century miglit not have settled, in favor of the bold innovators. Hence Mr. Darwin will ever stand as the great apostle of evolutionary thought, vaguely fore- shadoweil by Buffon, St. Ililaire, and Erasmus Darwin, and boldly outlined by Lamarck. Around his head the storm of con- servatism, intolerance, and religious bigotry played. He was sneeringly styled the "monkey man," and his thouglitful observa- tions and deductions, which were the results of more than thirtv years of patient research, were wantonly caricatured and dis"- torted by men who above all others should have demanded for them a frank and candid hearing. It is eminently proper, there- fore, that by common consent Charles Darwin be assigned the loftiest niche in the temi)le of evolutionary thought. And yet we must never forget that he was essentially a demonstrator; "his mind ever dwelt upon the special — the minute. The broad, philosophical vision of Herbert Spencer was absent in Darwin ; and in the nature of the case he could not see, much less develop, the full ethical significance of the truth of which he is the most 7 8 persons, places ant) iFDeas. illustrious prophet. There is another phase of Darwin's life which renders it peculiarly interesting and helpful. In the man we find one of the noisiest types of nineteenth-century life. Darwin the scientist is imposing. Darwin the man is inspiring. The former stimulates the intellect ; the latter enriches, by its luminous example, the soul life of all who patiently follow tlie great savant through the long years of invalidism, in which his sweet spirit ever shone resplendent, and his love for truth Avas an over-mastering passion, II. In the life of Charles Darwin we find a striking illustration of the gradual unfolding or evolution of character. In boyhood he was neither l)right nor over-burdened with virtue ; in his early life we search in vain for any of those luminous scintillations of genius which have characterized the youth of many illustrious persons. Indeed, if we are to rely on the charmingly frank auto- biography written for his children, he Avas a very commonplace boy, generally considered dull, and more or less given to lying, not with a vicious intent, but owing to a youthful desire to create a sensation. Charles Darwin was not a ])erson wlio would have shone in any Avalk of life ; indeed, if his father had not been a man of means, and the son had felt compelled to qualify himself for the profession of a physician, as Avas at first contem]dated, or if he had entered the ministry of the Church of England, for Avhich he Avas afterAvard partially qualified, he would, in all probability, have passed liis life in some obscure nook unknown to fame, for be Avas singularly free from ambition. It Avas his great quenchless love for scientific pursuits, largely inherited from his grandfather, Avhose latent fires Professor Hens- low fanned into flames, and later his great desire to aid in solving the mystery of life, Avhich haunted his every step, urging him ouAvard Avith irresistible sway. Indeed, we may say Charles Dar- win liecame famous in spite of himself. Of his boyhood, he observes, in an abandon of candor: — I believe that I was considered by all my masters and by my father as a very ordinary boy, rather below the common standard in intellect. To my deep mortification, my father once said to me: "You care for notliing but shooting, dogs, and rat-catcliing, and you Avill be a disgrace to yourself and all your family." But my father, who Avas the kindest man I ever knew, and Avhose memory I love with all my heart, must have been angry and somewhat unjust when he used such words. Again he continues : — One little event has fixed itself very firmly in my mind, and I hope that it has done so from my conscience having been afterwards sorely %itc of Cbarles Barwin. 9 troubled by it. I told another little boy [I believe it was Leighton, who afterwards became a well-known licheuolopst and botanist], that I could Ijroduce variously colored polyanthuses and primroses by watering them with certain colored fluids, which was, of course, a monstrous fable, and had never been tried by me. I may here also confess that as a little boy I was much given to inventing deliberate falsehoods, and this always was done for the sake of causing excitement. For instance, I once gathered much valuable fruit from my father's trees and hid it in the shrubbery, and then ran in breathless haste to spread the news that I had discovered a hoard of stolen fruit. I must have been a very simple little fellow when I first went to the school. A boy of the name of Garnett took me into a cake shop one day, and bought some cakes for which he did not pay, as the shopman trusted him. When we came out I asked him why he did not pay for them, and he instantly answered, " Why, do you not know that my uncls left a great sum of money to the town on condi- tion that every tradgsman should give whatever was wanted without payment to any ov-d who wore his old hat and moved [it] in a particular manner?" and ho then showed me how it was moved. He then went into another shop where he was trusted, and asked for some small article, moving his hat m the proper manner, and of course obtained it without payment. When we came out he said, " Now if you like to go by yourself into that cake shop, I wilLlend you my hat, and you can get whatever you like if you move the hat on your head properly." I gladly accepted the generous offer, and went in and asked for some cakes, moved the old hat, and was walking out of the shop when the shopman made a rush at me. So I dropped the cakes and ran for dear life, and was astonished by being greeted with shouts of laughter by my false friend Garnett. These frank ol)servations are valuable as indicating that in the youth we see little upon which we might reasonably predicate a brilliant future. He possessed, ho^vever, strong and diversified taste, " much zeal for whatever interested him, and a keen pleas- ure in understanding any complex subject or thing." * But while painstaking and persevering along lines of research which weie attractive, he was ill-disposed to master any subject for which he had no taste. Thus he declares that his early schooling, Avhich extended over a period of seven years, " was simply a blank," owing to the fact that the curriculum was strictly classical, and for such study Darwin had neither aptitude nor taste. When fifteen years old, his father sent him to Edinburgh, as it had been determined that he should become a physician. Of his experience here he says : — The instruction at Edinburgh was altogether by lectures, and these were intolei-ably dull, with the exception of those on Chemistry by Hope. Dr. Duncan's lectures on Materia Medica at eight o'clock on a. winter's morning are something fenrful to remember. Dr. made his lectures on human anatomy as dull as he was himself, and tlie sub- ject disgusted me. . . . During my second year at Edinburgh I at- tended 's lectures on Geology and Zoology, but they were incred- ibly dull. The sole effect they produced on me was the determination never as long as I lived to read a book on Geology, or in any way to study the science. * " Life and Letters of Charles Darwin," Vol. I., page 30. 10 persons, places an^ H^eas. After spending two sessions in Edinburgh, his father, who had learned that his son did not intend to practice medicine, deter- mined to have him enter the clergy. Accordingly he was sent to Cambridge, where he passed three years ; and owing to lax examinations and some extra studying immediately before exam- ination, he succeeded in passing his examinations, being tenth in the list. Of his school days at Cambridge, he writes : — During the three years which I spent at Cambridge my time was wasted, as far as the academical studies were concerned, as completely as at Edinburgh and at school. I attempted mathematics, and even went during the summer of 182S with a private tutor [a very dull man] to Barmouth, but I got on very slowly. The work was repugnant to me, chiefly from my not being able to see any meaning in the early steps in algebra. With respect to classics, I did nothing except attend a few compulsory college lectures, and the attendance was almost nomi- nal. In my second year 1 had to work for a month or two to pass the Little-Go, which I did easily. Again, in my last year I worked with some earnestness for my final degree of B. A., and brushed up my classics, together with a little Algebra and Euclid. In order to pass the B. A. examination, it was also necessary to get up " Paley's Evidences of Christianity" and his "Moral Philosophy." This was done in a thor- ough manner, and I am convinced that I could have written out the whole of the '■'■ Evidences'''' loith perfect correctness, but not of course in the clear language of Paley. The logic of this book and, as I may add, of his "Natural Theology," gave me much delight. I did not at that time trouble myself about Paley's jJremises, and, taking these on trust, I was charmed and convinced by the long line of argumentation. In the light of the above observations of Mr. Darwin, coupled with his statement that he had previously mastered "Pearson on the Creeds" and other standard theological works, and that he looked forward with keen delight to the prospect of being a clergyman, it is interesting to remember that within a few brief years he was destined to call forth, as did no other individual of his generation, an avalanche of denunciation, misrepresentation, and bitter invective from the Avorld of Christian thought. What would have been his amazement if, while he was revelling in "Paley's Evidences," the curtain of futurity had parted before him, revealing the Charles Darwin of thirty years later, then the storm-centve of a world's thought, with the lightning of clerical wrath playing about him and the thunders of theological and conservative thought crashing above his head. Darwin, the theological student, gave small hint of holding within the woof and web of his brain the thought-germs which were destined to play so important a part in changing the current of a world's thought; and had it not been for a few seemingly trivial happen- ings and events which occurred about this time, the world would probably know even less of Charles Darwin to-day than it does of his obscure brother. But for his meeting with Professor Henslow, who seemed drawn with a strange fascination to the %\tc of Cbarles 2)arvvin. ii young student ; but for Darwin chancing to read Humboldt's " Personal Narrative," which stirred his whole nature and fired him with an intense longing to contribute in a small way to the noble structure of natural science ; and, lastly, had not the cap- tain of the Beagle desired to take with him a competent natural- ist during his voyage around the world, it is more than probable that the great philosopher would have been simi)ly the IJev. Charles Darwin, otticiating at some retired parish. Is it chance or destiny which so often, in the most unexpected and seemingly trivial circumstance, alters the course of a life, which in turn changes the current of a world's thought? The i/s of history and biography are a theme interesting and perplexing. Here is a boy, devoid of all ambition for renown, accounted dull, plodding through college, nearing the day when he is to enter the clergy; but his association with a great student of natural science, who is also an enthusiast, results in firing in the youth the hereditary love of physical science inherited from his grandfather. Humboldt's work adds greatly to the already kindled flame. Next, the unex])ected opening for him to go as naturalist on the Beagle, and finally tlie overcoming of his father's stubborn opposition to this journey by Charles Darwin's uncle, Josiah Wedgwood, These are the principal links in the chain of circumstances which changed the theological student into the foremost naturalist of our century, and through Dar- win's observations and demonstrations changed, in an almost incredibly short time, the scientific thought of the world, requir- ing a readjustment of theology and giving to life and law a vaster and nobler significance than they had hitherto held in the human mind. "Were these links, the absence of any one of which might have been fatal, the result of blind chance or a law-ordered destiny ? in. The five years* cruise of the Beagle, the real university course of Darwin, the physical scientist, was so rich in information that from the garnered truths, in the course of time, a world was to be moved, nay more, the thought of ages was destined, largely through the accretions of knowledge thus gained, to be revolu- tionized. We have seen from his own utterances how unsat- isfactory was his scholastic training. Xoav, however, he stepped into the broad expanse of a new Avorld. Here, for the first time, the hunger of his soul experienced satisfaction. No longer com- pelled to feed upon the husks of classical thought, but untram- melled imder the great blue dome, with zone- wide class room in which to master Nature's profoundest truths, Charles Darwin, the dunce, became an intellectual Titan. True, his illustrious prede- 12 persons, places ant) H^eas. cessors had blazed the way with speculative tliought before hira, and this, to a mind like the young naturalist's, was of inestimable value ; indeed, had not the luminous, speculative thought of St. Hilaire, Erasmus Darwin, and Lamarck shone as a pillar of fire before liim, it is doubtful whether Darwin would have made any distinctively epoch-marking contributions to science, because the younger naturalist was a demonstrator rather than a discoverer. He lielonged to that class whose intellect always require a clue ; with that, through profound research and unflagging perseverance, they demonstrate great truths. Besides this mental peculiarity, his extreme lack of confidence in himself or the proper value of his own works would have prevented his advancing his discoveries in any other than a tentative or hesitating manner, had he felt that he was announcing a theory not only contrary to the world- accepted thought, but one undreamed of liy human minds before him. In Brazil, Darwin for the first time beheld the teeming, strug- gling, self-strangling life of the tropics. Here he beheld sugges- tions of that life which through unknown ages marked our globe from pole to pole. Next passed before him in slowly moving panorama the treeless pampas of South America; Patagonia, with its well-nigh Arctic zone, its almost naked savages, and its interesting natural features, standing in bold contrast to the lately visited luxuriance of Brazil. The Andes of the Western coast were next explored, and from their rock-Avrit records im- portant truths hitherto unobserved were gleaned. From South America the Beagle traversed the Pacific in a serpentine course, weighing anchor at the Galapagos Archipelago, the Polynesian Islands, New Zealand, and Austraha. At each point Darwin made discoveries of moment, either in geology, zoology, or bot- any; while as straws carried by a strong current, numerous bio- logical facts drifted before his mental vision, tending to confirm the great theory which was already taking possession of his mind. In Australia, Darwin personally examined a fragment of an ancient world; here is found antiquated fauna strangely like the life of Europe ages ago. At the Keeling Island, our scientific Columbus made further discoveries and observations of the coral reefs, destined to produce an important impression on the thought of his age. From Australia, the Beagle slowly moved homeward, making many stops of more or less importance to Darwin, among which were Mauritius, St. Helena, and the Azores. On Oct. 2, 1836, the weather-beaten vessel reached England, having circumnavi- gated the globe, although she had consumed five instead of two years of time, as was expected when she sailed. Darwin was particularly fitted by nature for the work he was Xife ot Cbarles Barwin. is called upon to perform. His was the mind of a specialist. The most minute objects attracted his attention no less than the remains of the mammoth forms which inhabited the globe ages before the advent of man. Thus we find him ])atientjfv examin- ing through his microscope the dust which the wind blows upon the shijj. Though a specialist, his mind ran not in a narrow groove. Everything relating to biology of course held for him a special charm; geology, zoology, botany, and, indeed, all the phases of physical science exerted an irresistiljle fascination over his mind. Again, he was probably the most painstaking and per- severing working naturalist of our age. While on board the Beagle, during the entire voyage, he suffered most distressingly from sea-sickness ; yet he daily persevered in his microscopical investigation and scientific observations with unremitting perse- verance, although he frecpiently found it necessary to leave his work for a time and seek a horizontal attitude. IV. Judging from the large number of voluminous books written by the invalid worker of Down,* one would suppose his was a wonderfully facile pen ; but such was by no means the case. He had poor command of language and was unusually slow and clumsy as a writer, frequently having to recast a sentence many times before he succeeded in conveying the idea he desired to present on paper. In writing of this great hindrance to work he observed : " There seems to be a sort of fatality in my mind, leading me to j^ut my statements or jDropositions at first in a wrong or awkward form." And again, toward the close of life, he says : " I have as much difficulty as ever in expressing myself clearly and concisely, and this difficulty has caused me a great loss of time." What, however, Darwin lacked in ease and fa- cility of expression, he made up in perseverance. His work haunted him night and day. He realized that more than one lifetime would be necessary properly to marshal the multitude of vital facts which crowded upon his mental vision. Thus for over forty years he toiled with brain and pen, dying in the armor, before his magnificent intellect, which had revolutionized a world, had become dimmed, and in this particular the oft-repeated desire of his life was granted. In 1839 Darwin published his "Journal of Researches in Nat- ural History and Geology of the Countries Visited during the Voyage of H. M. S. Beagle." It scored an immediate success, much to the surprise and gratification of its author. He shortly after edited the publication of the " Zoology of the Voyage of * Darwin, after circnmnavifcatinp; the globe, settled for a time in Loiulon, but after- ward removed to a comfortable, room.y home in Down, where he passed the loiitr laborious 3'ears of his useful life in tireless work. 14 persons, places ant) H^eas. II. M. S. Beagle," a work which comprised live large volumes. In 184:2 he published 'The Structiire and Distribution of Coral Keefs," a discussion which greatly enhanced his reputation. In rapid succession appeared other valuable scientific trea- tises ; indeed, the amount of literary work accomjjlished by Mr. Darwin is amazing when it is remembered that his entire literary career was one long night of painful invalidism, apart from whith wi'iting was always slow and laborious work. In 1859 he electri- fied the scientific world by bringing out his great masterwork, "The Origin of Species." It was a bugle call. Instantaneously the old and new thought among scientists were marshalled under opposing banners, and one of the most fierce and decisive battles known in the histoiy of literature was fought. Fortunately for Darwin, however, the age had produced a race of giants, many of whom, like the author of "The Origin of Species," had caught inspiration from Lamarck. These at once arranged themselves around Mr. Darwin. The magnificent brain of Herbert Spencer had before this given the world the luminous truths from the realm of the speculative philosophy, while so great a working naturalist as Wallace reinforced Darwin with the rich treasures he had gathered during years of jiatient study under the torrid sun of the Malay Arclii2)elago. The Church, as was perfectly natural, ranged herself upon the side of conservatism, and as- sailed this new tliought with a bitterness of spirit which indi- cated that she had not left the Dark Ages so far behind her that the spirit which made them one long night of horrors had entirely disappeared. As a rule, the scientific criticism was dignified, and though often bitter, the writers Avere usually as fair as could be expected. The reviewers, hoAvever, who possessed little or no knowledge of jihysical science, often assailed they knew not what, being inspii-ed by fanatical zeal resulting from a wide- spread fear that the new thought would destroy religion. These critics frequently grossly misrepresented, mercilessly ridiculed, and childishly caricatured the great patient disciple of nature, whose sole purpose in life was to add to man's heritage of truth. It would be amusing, if it were not pathetic, to note how society is ever overtaken with the ague of fear when a new truth dawns on the world. To conservatism all innovations are unwelcome intrusions; and usually, conventional thought seeks, in whatever way the spirit of the age approves, to destroy the influence of the promoters of progress. It may be the stake, as in the case of Bruno ; it may be the prison, as was the case in Galileo's time. It may be social ostracism, as has characterized the treatment of hundreds of the chosen spirits of a later day. In Darwin's case, the Church sought to destroy his influence by fierce in- vectives, biting sarcasm and wholesale ridicule. Yet it must be Xite of Cbarles H>arwin. i5 remembered that the thought was so bold and to the masses so new, that it seemed to strike a deadly blow at the root of the tree of revelation. The Chm-ch felt that if Darwin succeeded, religion must fall. Thus, instead of inquiring whether or not the theory advanced was true, the clergy felt called upon to proceed after the manner of the Irish community, which inquired into the facts relating to the prisoner's guilt after they had hanged the accused. To all this calumny and misrepresentation, Charles Darwin, be it said to his honor, never wasted a ])recious moment in useless controversy. Grandly he stood,a colossus, enveloped by the abuse of ignorance and l)igotry, serene in the conviction that he held the thread of a great truth which mankind must in tlie fulness of time accept. The more men misrepresented and abused, the harder he worked to prove his position by incon- trovertible facts and practical demonstrations. "The Origin of Species "was an epoch-marking book. During the intervening years between its publication in 1859 and the publication of his other masterpiece, "The Descent of Man," in 1871, Mr, Darwin made a number of important contributions to scientific literature. "The Descent of Man," however, to a certain extent, aronsed anew the battle of 1859. During these years the theory of evolution had rapidly grown in favor among tlioughtful people; in 1871 it was clearly evident that the trend of the best thought had set in Darwin ward ; and though from the date of this last great work until his death, eleven years later, lie added matei'ially to the rich store of facts he had given the world, it is by the "Origin" and "Descent" that Darwin Avill live throughout*^ suc- ceeding ages. These noble works were the breastworks around which the liercest intellectual battle of modern times was fought; but the noble, patient and persevering laborer had the splendid satisfaction of living to see the breastworks not only remain impregnable, but the surrender of a vast majority of competent scientists of the day. Two years before Darwin's death. Pro- fessor Huxley delivered his "famous address on "The Coming Age of the Origin of Species." Of this notable utterance Mr. Grant Allen fittingly observes : — The time was a favorable one for reviewing the silent and almost unobserved progTess of a great revolution. Twenty-one years had come and gone since the father of modern scientific evolutionism had launched upon the world liis tentative work. In tliose twenty-one years the thought of liumanity had been twisted around as upon some* invisible pivot, and a new heaven and a new eartli had been presented to tlie eyes of seers and thinkers. Y. Unfortunately, the private life of many of the world's greatest thinkers Avill not bear close scrutiny; indeed, the possession of a brain capable of marvellous penetration and dazzling intellectual 16 persons, places auD H^eas. iiights has so frequently been marred by the presence of an unbalanced condition in other directions, that the very word "genius" has come to suggest to some close thinkers the presence of insanity. Often men of the largest brains have disphiyed the smallest natures. An almost godlike power of intuition, and the eagle wings of genius have so frequently been chained to jealousy, personal ambition, indifference to others, immorality, and an offensive self-worship, that the biographer has touched upon the character and home life of his subject with feelings of keenest sadness. Not so with the writer who deals with tlie life of Charles Darwin, as the power of his wonderful mind was only second to tlie charm of his noble personality. He was the most unselfish and sincere of men ; a stranger to that personal ambi- tion which ruthlessly treads upon the happiness and tlie merit of other.;; devoid of all traces of jealousy; diffident, indeed, as I have before obseiwed, his diffidence was so marked that it is not improbable that the world would never have received his best thought had not Lamarck and other great thinkers blazed the Avay befoie him. I know of no life where the supreme mastery of self was more strikhighj illustrated than in the career of Dar- toin after he entered the portals of manhood. In writing of him in after years, Sir James Sullivan, who sailed on the Beagle, observed: "I can confidently express my belief that during live years on the Beagle he was never known to be out of temper, or to say one unkind or harsh word of or to any one." The mar- vellous command which Darwin at this early date had over his temper will be better appreciated if Ave remember that during this voyage the young philosopher Avas constantly seasick. In after years this wonderful control of his lower self grcAv more and more complete. He had an iron Avill, but it Avas used in sub- jusi'ating all that Avas unAvorthy of the noblest manhood in his nature. Darwin loved his home i)assionately, and naught but thirst for knoAvledge could have driven him forth on his long, perilous voyage. In his letters Ave catch many delightful glimpses of this strong, abiding home love, as, for example, the folloAving : — It is too delightful to think that I shall see the leaves fall and hear the robins sing next autumn at Shrewsbury. My feelings are those of a schoolboy to the smallest point; I doubt whether ever boy longed for his holidays as much as I do to see you all again. I am at present, although nearly half the Avorld is betAveen me and home, beginning to arrange what 1 shall do, Avhere I shall go during the first Aveek. His marriage to his cousin Emma WedgAvood, which occurred in January, 1839, proved to be an exceptionally happy union; each cherished pure, deep affection for the other, and in each other's society they experienced their rarest happiness. Of their married life Francis DarAvin savs : — %itc ot Cbarles Darwfn. 17 Of liis married life I caunot speak, save in the briefest manner. In his rehitionship towards my mother, his tender and sympathetic nature was shown in its most beautiful aspect. In her presence he found his happiness, and through her, his life — which mioht have been overshad- owed by gloom — became one of content and quiet gladness. His deep love for his wife and children was very marked. This tireless delver into the mysteries of life had a heart as ten- der as the most sensitive maiden. Seldom have I read any lines more touchingly beautiful than the following, written when he lost his little ten-year-old daughter : — From whatever point I look back at her, the main feature in her dis- position, which at once rises before me, is her buoyant joyousness, tem- pered by two other characteristics, namely, her sensitiveness, which might easily have been overlooked by a stranger, and her strong affec- tion. It was delightful and cheerful to behold her. Her dear face now rises before me, as she used to come running downstairs with a stolen pinch of snuff for me, her whole form radiant with the pleasure of giv- ing pleasure. Even when playing with her cousins, when her joyousness almost passed into boisterousness, a single glance of my eye, not of displeasure (for I thank God I hardly ever cast one on her), but of want of sym- pathy, would for some minutes alter her whole countenance. Her whole mind was pure and transparent. One felt one knew her thor- oughly and could trust her. . . . She often used exaggerated lan- guage, and when I quizzed her by exaggerating what she had said, how clearly can I now see the little toss of the head, and exclamation of " Oh, papa, what a shame of you ! " In the last short illness her conduct in simple truth was angelic. She never once complained; never became fretful; was ever considerate of others, and was thankful in the most gentle, pathetic manner for everything done for her. When so exhausted that she could hardly speak, she praised everything that was given her, and said some tea was " beautifully good." Wlien I gave her some water she said, " I quite thank you," and these, I believe, w'ere the last precious words ever addressed by her dear lips to me. We have lost the joy of the household and the solace of our old age. She must have known how we loved her. Oh, that she could now know how deeply, how tenderly, we do still and shall ever love her dear, joyous face! Blessings on her! The great secret of Darwin's accomplishing such a vast amount of work lay in the two words 2)erseverance and order. He was one of the most persistent of investigators. The suffering and exhaustion incident to his painful and unremitting illness were not considered by this tireless worker sufficient cause for rest. Each day his apportioned work was prepared with clocklike regu- larity. Languages were exceedingly difficult for him to master ; but in order to acquaint himself with the views of some great German scientilic thinkers, he mastered the language sufficiently to read the works, although he always pronounced the words in English. Another illustration of this same spirit of perseverance is related in the following Avords by Admiral Stokes, who ac- companied Darwin on the Beagle: — 18 persons, places an^ H^eas. We worked together for several years at the same table in the poop cabin of the Beagle during her celebrated voyage, he with liis micro- scope and myself at the charts. It was often a very lively end of the little craft, and distressingly so to my old friend, who suffered greatly from sea-sickness. After, perhaps, an hour's work he would say to me: " Old fellow, I must take the horizontal for it," that being the best relief position from ship motion; a stretch out on one side of the table for sometime would enable him to resume his labors for a while, when he had again to lie down. Such are a few interesting facts concerning this noble life. In a brief pen picture of this character it is impossible to touch even briefly uj^on the points of excellence in a life so rich iu the glory of developed manhood. The death of Charles Darwin, which occurred on the 19th of April, 1882, cast a gloom over the whole scientific world. The boy who in 1831 seemed to possess so little, and of whom his father entertained serious apprehension lest he should turn out a worthless sporting character, had reached the foremost place in the ranks of great scientists, even in the golden age of scientific research. He was buried in AVestminster near the tomb of New- ton. Among his pall-bearers were his loved co-laborers, Wallace, Huxley, Lubbock and Hooker, In closing this sketch I will quote a paragraph from Mr. Allen's graphic summary of the personal characteristics of the great man who in life was as careless of his personal fame as he was devoted to the cause of science : — Of Darwin's pure and exalted moral nature no Englishman of the present generation can trust himself to speak with becoming modera- tion. His love of truth, his singleness of heart, his sincerity, his ear- nestness, his modesty, his candor, his absolute sinking of self and self- ishness — these, indeed, are all conspicuous to every reader on the very face of every word he ever printed. Like his works themselves, they must long outlive him. But liis sympathetic kindliness, his ready gen- erosity, the staunchness of his friendsliip, the width and depth and breadth of his affections, the manner in which " he bore with those who blamed him unjustly without blaming them in return," these things can never so well be known to any otlier generation of men as to the three generations who walked the world witli liim. Many even of those who did not know him loved him like a father; to many who never saw his face tlie hope of winning Charles Darwin's approbation and regard was the highest incentive to thought and action. Towards younger men, especially, his unremitting kindness was always most notewoi'thy; he spoke and wrote to them, not like one of the masters in Israel, but like a fellow-worker and seeker after truth, interested in their interests, pleased at their successes, sympathetic with their failures, gentle to their mistakes. . . . He had the sympathetic receptivity of all truly great minds, and when he died thousands upon thousands who had never beheld his serene features and his fatherly eyes felt they had lost, indeed, a personal friend. Greatness is not always joined with gentle- ness; in Charles Darwin's case, by universal consent of all who knew him, " an intellect which had no superior " was wedded to " a character even nobler than the intellect." ^ .i/^^>t>^^^^^-^ /^ an •fI^cali£1tic Dreamer Mbo Stnoe In a fIDinor 1ke\>. Beyond and above the severely utilitarian spirit which enters so largely into life to-day, firing millions of brains with an all-consuming passion for wealth, rises a far-reaching and overmastering thought which is at once speculative and progressive. A great unrest has taken possession of the thinking world. A profound conviction that the advance guard of civilization is fronting epoch-marking struggles is daily gaining currency. Especially is this true in America, where religious, ethical, educational, economic and political problems are being subjected to the most unsparing critical investigation. Thus it is by no means strange that idealistic writers who flourish in the quiet breathing-spells of nations find small favor in a period of unrest and conflict such as the present. They are regarded as the allies of convention- alism ; and this, to a certain extent, is doubtless true. The wonderful growth of sentiment in favor of the robust realism of Ibsen, Tolstoi, Howells and Garland is readily accounted for when we remember that this new thought has allied itself to the moral impulses of the day. It is a part of the great protest of the hour. Its waves bear forward great vital reforms which are thrilling every nerve and fibre of the best progressive tliought of the age. It speaks with the authority of truth, albeit its visage is sombre, stern and not infrequently repulsive. The " New Learning," which in England rose to com- manding proportions during the latter part of the fifteenth century, and flourished so luxuriantly in the early decades of the sixteenth century, quickened the thought of the people, and allied itself to reformative impulses, which prepared the way for transforming Catholic England into a foremost Prot- estant nation. ' So to-day the growing discontent of millions of more or less thoughtful persons has found expression in the austere utterances of such writers as Tolstoi and Ibsen, 20 iPersons, places an^ IF^cas. — great, prophetic souls, who dare to speak the truth in the teeth of conventional intellectual effeminacy, whose very weakness and vice are emphasized by its affected morality. The new thought has done more than sounded the note of reform ; it has unmasked unjust conditions, and revealed the parasites preying on the vitals of civilization. It has boldly exhibited that moral energy and aggressiveness of spirit which the coming conflict demands. It is iconoclastic, a voice in the wilderness ; but its brow, if stern, bears the majesty of reality. It does not palter with truth. Thus, in the very nature of the case, the reformative thought of the age is found massing under the banner of realism. In the immediate future, therefore, realism will grow in popular favor at least until great radical reforms have been ushered in. Nevertheless, the human soul is ever haunted by the ideal, even in moments of supreme tension, and when every fibre is strained for action as stern and uncompromising as v/arfare waged in olden times by austere puritanism. Dreams of the past and visions of tlie morrow; love, aspira- tion, hope, the glory of the vanished past, the ideal of the golden future; — these pictures are ever present in the mind ; and for them the soul hungers, even after the marchiug orders have been given, and the world's advance guard is already in the thick of the combat for epoch-marking vic- tories such as from time to time show civilization's evolu- tionary steps. Thus the idealistic poet, even though regarded by the new thought as somewhat of a Philistine, will ever hold a seat in the holiest of holies of many human hearts ; will ever be loved more or less alike by critic and artisan, because the songs sung reflect the longing of man's inner nature. The writings of our idealists may, as the aggressive realist asserts, act as moral anaesthetics at great crises in human history, but they also afford a certain rest and food for even those whose sympathies and work carry them, with irresistible sway, into the ranks of the iconoclastic reformers. To me nothing is more restful or satisfying, after a day of stern battle, than an hour with the poet or dreamer who sees and understands how to picture that which must ever be sacred to the human heart. We all more or less resemble caged birds who struggle for larger freedom and broader vision, and at the present day the beating of wings is particularly active. Hu fl^ealistic H)rcamcv. 21 Recently, after a week of somewhat exhausting work, not unmixed with canker-eating, petty aggravations, which in themselves aie so insignificant, and yet in the aggregate are so fatal to mental equipoise and spiritual harmony ; a week in which almost every mail brought letters burdened with the stories of struggles, disappointments, and trials, with hopes deferred and aspirations unrealized (for an editor is much like a clergyman : to him are confided the heartaches and the puzzling problems of thousands of his constituency) ; a week in which tlie cruel injustice of prevailing economical conditions and the heartlessness of grasping wealth had been peculiarly strongly impressed by visits to the wretched dens of our slums, I sought rest in mj library. Here I chanced to take up Mrs. ]\Ioulton's charming volumes of idealistic verses,* and from them I derived much of that subtle, indefinable pleasure one feels who finds a shady retreat in a garden of roses. It is not alone the beauty of the flowers, the rich perfume floating on every breeze, or the melody of the birds, but rather the sum of nature's prod- igality which satisfies the wearied soul. So in these charming and unpretentious little fragments of verse, one feels the mingled pleasure gained from pure, deep, poetic powers, married to finished art, and voicing emotions common to all. and held sacred wherever love refines aspiring souls. Few writers in this sternly utilitarian age possess in so marked a degree the rare power of penetrating the depths of the soul, and calling forth half-forgotten dreams as ]\Irs. Moulton. Her poems are simple, chaste, and for the most part pitched in the minor key. A noble femininity pervades them, giving rare delicacy of thouglit and expression. For example, note the following exquisite conceit : — IF I COULD KEEP HER SO. Just a little baby, lying in my arms, — Would that I could keep you with your baby charms; Helpless, clingiuo: tiugors, downy, golden hair, Where the sunshine lingers, caught from otherwhere; Blue eyes asking questions, lips that cannot speak, Eoly-poly shoulders, dimple in your cheek. Dainty little blossom in a world of woe. Thus I fain would keep you, for I love you so. *" Swallow riifrhts " and" In the Garden of Dreams." Two volumes of poetry by Louise Chandler Moulton. Published by Roberts Brothers, Boston. 22 persons, places an& H^eas. Roguish little damsel, scarcely six years old, — Feet that never weary, hair of deeper gold; Kestless, busy fingers, all the time at play. Tongue that never ceases talking all the day ; Blue eyes learning wonders of the world about, Here you come to tell them, — what an eager shout! Winsome little damsel, all the neighbors know; Thus I long to keep you, for I love you so. Sober little schoolgirl, with your strap of books, And such grave imixn-tance in your puzzled looks; Solving weary prol)lcms, ])()ring over sums, Yet with tooth for sponge cake and for sugar ijlums; Heading books of romance in your bed at night, Waking up to study with the morning light; Anxious as to ribbons, deft to tie a bow, Full of contradictions, — I would keep you so. Sweet and thoughtful maiden, sitting by my side, All the world's before you, and tne world is wide. Hearts are there for winning, hearts are there to break. Has your own, shy maiden, just begun to wake ? Is that rose of dawnmg glowing on your cheek Telling us in blushes what you will not speak ? Shy and tender maicien, I would fain forego All the golden future, just to keep you so. Ah! the listening angels saw that she was fair, Eipe for rare unfolding in the upper air; Xow the rose of dawning turns to lily white. And the close-shut eyelids veil the eyes from sight; All the past I summon as I kiss her brow, — Babe, and child, and maiden, all are with me now. Though my heart is breaking, yet God's love I know, — Safe among the angels, I would keep her so. The intensity of emotion and power of antithesis in thought rather tlian words, are strikingly illustrated in THE HOUSE or DEATH. Not a hand has lifted the latchet Since she went out of the door. Ko footstep shall cross the threshold, Since she can come in no more. There is rust upon locks and hinges, And mould and blight on the walls, And silence faints in the chambers. And darkness waits in the halls, — Hn 1[&eali5tic Breamer. 23 Waits, as all things have waited, Since she went, that day of spring, Borne in her jiallid splendor. To dwell in the Conrt of the King, With lilies on brow and bosom, AVith robes of silken sheen, And her wonderful frozen beauty The lilies and silk between. Red roses she left behind her. But they died long, long ago, — 'Twas the odoi'ous ghost of a blossom That seemed through the dusk to glow. The garments she left, mock the shadows With hints of womanly grace, And luT image swims in the mirror That was so used to her face. The birds make insolent music Where the sunshine riots outside; And the winds are merry and wanton With the summer's pomp and pride. But into this desolate mansion, Where Love has closed the door, Nor sunshine nor summer shall enter Since she can come in no more. This, to my mind, is one of the strongest poems written by Mrs. Moulton. The power of imagination and the depth of grief expressed suggest some of the weird verses of Edgar Allan Poe. Mrs. Moulton is not a reformer ; the clashing of battle, the marshalling of forces, the bugle's call to action, appeal not to her. There is in her work little of that fervid thought of the moral reformer which leaps forth at white heat from so many of Whittier's verses. Her tastes lie in the idealistic world, where her earnestness and sincerity are almost as marked as her poetical power and artistic skill. Possessing a j^rofoundly religious nature, yet imbued with the scientific spirit of the age, we find in her a Avonian in per- fect touch with the most spiritual element of the new thought. The old-time fear does not terrify her, nor can she boast of the blind, implicit faith which, strange tc say, lested serenely on so many brows during the ages when it was the popular belief that millions of God's children were doomed to everlasting flames. She loves and questions, and is not this the spirit- •24 persons, places an& H^eas. ual state of thousands of our best thinkers to-day ? Here is a characteristic poem, which illustrates the attitude of our author's mind : — LOJfG IS THE WAY. Long is the way, O Lord ! My steps are weak; I listen for Thy word, — ■ When wilt Thou speak ? Must I still wander on 'Mid noise and strife; Or go as Thou hast gone, From life to life ? Below I give two sonnets taken from a cluster of real gems in " Swallow Flights " : — FIRST LOVE. Time was you heard the music of a sigh, And love awoke; and willa it song was born, — Song, glad as young bird's carol in the morn, And tender as the l)hie and l)rooding sky When all the earth feels Spring's warm witchery, And with fresh flowers her bosom doth adorn; And lovers love, and cannot love forlorn, Since love is of the gods, and may not die. In after years may come some wildering light, — Some sweet delusion, followed for a space, — Such titful fireflies flash athwart the night. But fade before the shining of that face Whieli shines upon you still in death's despite. Whose steadfast IJeauty lights till death your days. ONE DEE AD. jSTo depth, dear love, for thee is too profound; There is no farthest height thounnayst not dare^ Xor shall thy wings fail in the upper air. In funeral robe and wreath my past lies bound; ]^o old-time voice assails me with its sound When thine I hear; no former joy seems fair; And now one only thing could bring despair. One grief like compassing seas my life surround, One only terror in my way be met, One great eclipse change my glad day to night. One phantom only, turn from red to white The lips whereon thy lips have once been set : Thou knowest well, dear Love, what that must be. The dread of some dark day unshared by thee. Bu 1fC)ealistic Breamer. 25 All of Mrs. Moul ton's poems are pure and healthy m tone, although she is more often sad than merry, and a spirit of earnest inquiry as to the to-morrow of life pervades many ot her best creations, reflecting, I imagine, the heart-hunger of her nature, and, indeed, in this respect also the hunger of the age. As a specimen of this tendency I quote the following from her volume " In a Garden of Dreams." It is a beautiful conceit, and represents a thought met with frequently in this author's prose as well as poetry. IN A GAEDEX. Pale in the ijallid moonlight, White as the rose on lier breast, She stood in the fair rose-garden, With her shy young love contest. The roses climbed to kiss her, The violets, pmple and sweet, Breathed their despair in the fragrance That bathed her beautiful feet. She stood there, statelj' a;id slender, (rold hair on her shoulders shed, Clothed all in white, like the visions When the living l)eli()ld the dead. There with her lover beside her. With life and with love she thrilled. What mattered the world's wide sonow To her, with her joy ful tilled? Next year, in the fair rose-garden He Availed alone and dunil), If, perchance, from the silent country. The soul of the dead would come To comfort the living and loving With the ghost of a lost deliglil, And thrill into quivering welcome The desolate, brooding night. Till softly a wind in the distance Began to blow and blow; The moon bent nearer and nearer, And solemn, and sweet, and slow Came a wonderful rapture of music That turned to her voice at last; Then a cold, soft touch on his forehead Like the breath of the v/ind that passed; 26 persons, places an^ H^eas. Like the breath of the wind slie touchLHl liiin. Thin was tlie voice, and cold, And something;, that seemed hke a sha(k)\v, Slipped through his feverish hold. But the voice had said, " I love you With my first love and my last ; " Then again that Avonderful music. And he knew that her soul had passed. It is this anxious thought, this overmastering desire to lanoiv what lies beyond the vale, springing from the union of a strongly religious nature with a mind trained in the school of modern scientific inquiry, which gives a certain sombre cast to many of her poems. The interrogation point is often felt if not i^cen. This spirit, however, is symptomatic of our age, for we are in a period of religious transition. The mists which were a pillar of lire to our fathers are dissolving before the purpling dawn of a juster and nobler day than humanity ha^ ever knoAvn. But as yet the morning has not advanced far enough to give the people a clear vision of the path- way along which, with glad, exultant song, will journey the children of to-morrow. At each new step in the world's progress, humanitv is depressed with the same all-pervading doubt, the same uncertainty and fear. This is no less true to-day than it has been in the past. History is replete with striking illustrations of society convulsed with the ague of fear, as from time to time great truths have been discovered which ran counter to conservative thought ; and it is fair to suppose that succeeding generations, viewing our present conflict, will marvel that the lifeless shell of the old held in thrall a single aspiring soul, or that we walked so lamely in the glorious light of the new day, even as we wonder how a world could be so blind as to refuse so long the splendid visions of creation given by Copernicus anci other torch bearers of truth. 1) Jrts. A. Ilcnie, author of " Shoro Aorc* ' and creator of character ot Uncle Xat. (3) The quarrel iu the li^htliouse. Act III. (•2) TTnele Xat and Helen. "Xow, now, that ain't right." Act 1 (4) Uncle Xat in la>it act. nDa6F^ or riDirror, or tbc IDiflcrcncc Between Brtificialit^ anb Deritisin on tbe Stage* I. The theatre of recent yeai's has l)een a mask rather tlian a mirror; that is to say, it has been afflicted with the gangrene of artificiality. At intervals some individnal of transcen- dent genius has aroused the deeper feelings of the auditors by the magic of his power; but for the most part tlie grave or gay emotions liave vanished from the brain of the listener before the theatre door has been reached. In other words, only the surface has been ruffled; the almost unfathomal)le depths of the soul have not been stirred. The pictures and voicings have lacked the true ring of life's verities in any- thing like a full or vital way. They have borne to the real much the relationship of the speaking doll to the aspiration- illumined soul; and this is one of the chief reasons why the theatre has failed to wield a more decisive influence upon public opinion. Only that which is true, only that which is real, or, if ideal, is in perfect alignment with the eternal verities as found in life, can produce a lasting impression on the deeper emotions of humanity. It is only fair to observe, however, that the drama has not been the only sufferer from artificiality. Literature, religion and art have come under the same baleful influence. The in- tellectual era which dawned during that period of marvellous mental activity and growth we call the Renaissance, owed as much to the shattering of ecclesiasticism and tradition- alism which had long enslaved the brain of western Europe, as it did to the broader thoughts derived from Grecian art and literature unfolded after the siege of Constantinople. The new life and wealth of thought, imagination and expression, which characterized the rise of Romanticism, led by Victor Hugo in the present century, and which enriched 28 persons, places an^ Hbeas. in such a marked degree the literature of France, was valuable and vital in so far as it was a protest against the bondage of ancient thought and hoary traditionalism which produced successive generations of imitators, and which prescribed arbitary rules as ultimates in art. The power of the work of our modern school of veritists or realists lies in its fidelity to life as it is ; and though I do not think that Ibsen, Tolstoi, Howells, or (larland have ascended the mountain quite far enough to sweep the whole horizon, they are doing magnificent work, and work which is vital because it is true.* That wliich fails to comprehend the eternal verities which make for civilization will fail to elevate or in any large way ennoble humanity — it matters not whether it be in the drama, in popular education, in art, in literature or in religion. That which is artificial, or if true is still encased in the mummy clothes of traditionalism, will fail to touch the well- springs of life. Perhaps nowhere has the artihciality bred of imitation been more pronounced than in the drama. The free lance iii theolog}-, in literature, and art has ever had a far easier path to tread than the dramatists who disregarded the hard and fast traditionalism of the stage. The great expense incident to staging a play properly; the timidity of managers, who are, as a rule, wedded to conservatism; the critics, whose education has been entirely along the lines of the past, and who, as a ride, are very jealous for the old traditions; and lastly a public sentiment, which, when discriminating, is usually prejudiced in the direction of conventionalism, render * A friend of mine who heard a gifted lady read Ibsen's " Brand " some time since, when the reading was ttnished, said: "1 felt like crying out, Stop! The iiiece pierced my very soul. It was so ])ainfully terrible. Why? "Because Il)sen's characters are not puppets, and the music of real human woe rang"throuL;h this master imciu." I saw, some time ago, a letter calleil forth from a thniii:htlul iitisdii who had read Mr. Garland's " Prairie Heroine " in Thk Arena. This iicutlcmaii said : " I read this sketch more than a week a 1:0, and ha\ >■ lice 11 iiiix'ialilr f\cr >iiii<'. ] knew such things existed, but I never /< // /'/,,(/ it uir.nil h,i,,r, r Ihal is cxaiih what true work does. It compels the readn to tr.l a- well a- to a.-.cpt in an intrlliMtiia 1 \\a\ . Now when our veritists appreciate that tlnMv i- sometliin- iiecHul lic\ oud a statem'ent ot bald facts, we sliall liave the real witli allits \i\i.l |h ,w cr, icinloiced and Mtalizeil bv realistic or truthlnl idealism. The time has |.assed when the bniMer is satistied to lav the brick anil mortar without holding the imaue ..t the splendid structure m his brain, as is seen by the hungry way in which the artisans gaze un the architect's jilate of the tinished edifice. So the hiunan soul to-day is not content with the truth as it is ; the vivid por- trayal of the truth as it shall be must be given. This contains an inspiration no less marked than the power of mere portrayal of facts in a vivid way. The man is more than matter; beyond the flesh am. blood whieli remniii when ilcatli suiierveiips, we have that something illusive Imt \eiv leal. which thinks. a-|iiiv^. hoi.e^ and loves; true ideality bears much the -amc rciruion to realism that the inain oi- ~.,,\\\ iioo to the l)ody. The trouble with the iiast has been that either the idealism -iven was false, or was so divorced from its proper relation to the real as to act as an anaesthetic on the people, and from this pseudo-idealism, religion, literature and the drama suffered. f\Ms\\ or /iDirror. 29 it well-nigh impossible to present a dramatic work which is strongly unconventional. It is therefore far more than a personal triumph when a dramatist succeeds in spite of these obstacles. Especially is this the case when the produc- tion is artistic throughout; Avhen it is free from all taint of sensualism, or of all suggestions of an unhealth}^ character; when the coarseness of the variety stage and the high sound- ing mock heroics for which the galleries are supposed to yearn, are alike absent; and finally, when the subtle atmos- phere of the play is so charged with truth that, consciously or unconsciously, every auditor receives a moral uplift when witnessing the drama. We are only beginning to study psychology in a scientific way, while for most investigators the psychic realm is as yet an undiscovered countr3^ Still we are learning day by day to appreciate more and more the subtle power of thought, and to understand that the sub-con- scious mind often takes cognizance of the soul of that with which we come in contact when this vital essence entirely escapes our more blunted conscious perceptions. We are beginning to learn that every book, every sermon, every drama, indeed every thought, which comes before our brain in any real or vital way, elevates or lowers our moral being. ^Nlany conventional dramas, in Avhich virtue is rewarded and vice punished, and which abound in high-sounding moral platitudes, are distinctly immoral in their atmosphere; for Avhen not artificial and untrue, they are vicious in situation or suggestion. II. A play reflecting nature in a real and wholesome manner was enacted during the most of the past winter. I refer to Mr. James A. Heme's New England comedy-drama, " Shore Acres," which recently won such a signal success in Boston. The cordial reception given this play calls for more than a passing notice, because its successful presentation was a victory of far-reaehing significance for the drama. It demonstrated the falsity of certain claims which have long fettered dramatic progress and prevented the stage from wielding a decisively educational influence which might liave been exerted, liad the drama been loyal to truth rather than the slave of traditionalism. ^ Shore Acres " was placed upon the stage of the Boston 30 persons, places au^ UDeas. Museum the middle of last February, and scored an instan- taneous and unqualitied success. Its popularity, however, steadily grew as tlie season advanced. From the iniddle of February to the end of the dramatic season it was enacted before full houses. For months, immense audiences laughed and wept over this truthful reflection of humble New England life, with its hopes and fears, its aspirations and prejudices, its love and jealousies, its sunny surface joy and its deep, flowing content. For one hundred and thirteen performances the old historic theatre was thronged by the most thouglitful and sincere people of Boston ; and what was peculiarly significant, the closing performances, enacted the last week in May, when actoi's usually play to empty benches, were given before crowded houses. Had the play been simply a clever conventional drama, the success would merely have been a marked tribute to the genius and ability of Mr. Heme, in his double role of dram- atist and actor ; but tlie far wider signiflcance of the triumph will be readily appreciated when we remember that " Shore Acres " is a radically unconventional drama, which boldly ignores many of the most cherished traditions of the con- ventional stage, and radiates an atmosphere charged with truth and rendered luminous, not by the fire-fly glow of empty words, but by the divine radiance of noble deeds shin- ing through simple, humble lives ; and, moreover, it is a }»lay without a plot or a villain, dealing entirely with the lowly ones of earth — merely a section, as it were, taken from the every-day life of some poor farmers and fisheimen living on the coast of Maine. It has been claimed that no play wliich dealt with humble life, which ignored plot and excluded the vulgarities of the variety stage and the cheap jokes and claptrap of the minstrel and melodrama could succeed. The success of " Shore Acres " completely refutes this calumny against a theatre-going public; while those who have persistently asserted that in order to satisfy public taste, plotless and villainless dramas which make no illegitimate bids for the applause of the gallery, must be relieved by gorgeous stage setting and fashionable dressing in which rich gowns cut perilously low in front, and ridiculously long behind, make up for what is wanting in other artificial features, have been shoAvn that bevond tlie tricks of conventionalism, beyond the /IDasU or /IDirrov. 3i devices of artificiality, rises aut, wliicli, when true, appeals to something deeper and finer than the surface whims of human- ity, and which, even when she concerns herself Avith the humblest life, provided she is true in her delineations, proves ab.sorl)ingiy fascinating to all tliose in whom the curreut of human emotions Hows in the dee^) uature-ordained channels, instead of over the shallow crust of conventionality. It was not to be expected that " Shore Acres " would please the froth or the dregs of society, for the denizens of these strata, through education, environment and the atmosphere of life, become unnatural; tliey live behind a mask, and to them the mask is more engaging thau the mirror. The erotic atmosphere of a fashionable society drama, lieavy Avith arti- ficial perfumes and shadowing forth luxurious ease, intrigue, and the fever of a superficial existence; representing puppets of passion, connoisseurs of wines; and ornamented by inane scions of foreigu aristocracies, best satisfies the butterflies of fashion ; while plays dealing with plot and passion, in which villains are invincible uutil the final act is i-eached, and where the young are nightly shown how safes are blown open by professional burglars, and various other crimes are comnntted with ease and dexterity, appeal to another class whose point of view renders life's true visage as unreal as it is to the flippant children of fashion's careless world. To tlie dwellers in l)oth of these social strata '•' Shore Acres " failed to ap})eal ; while from the earnest,f eeling multitude who ever recognize the voice of truth whenever spoken, and who appreciate true art because their souls are sufficiently near the pulsating breast of nature to recognize tlie face of trutii, it found a ready welcome. I have known numbers of persons, artists, physicians and scholars, Avlio attended this play from six to eight times, experiencing the keenest pleasure at each performance; such is the virility of truth that one does not tire when looking into her face. "Shore Acres" opens in an idyllic manner.* It is liaying time in JNIaine ; the flowers are blooming around tlie old * The realistic atmosphere of the play is indicated liy an incident wliich occurred one niii'ht when I was witncssiu).'' the iierfdrnuince. Uchind nii' s;it a lady and ticntle- man wlio appeared to lie liicatly inriTcstccl in tlic ]irodnc-ticin ; ilic -i-iii Iciiian, however, lect any ■• I'.erry lit;hth(>use"' almiy: that shore. 'I'o rach of them, as apjiarentlv to the vast audience, it was hisrory rather thau tiction whicli was being unfolded'. ^Many illustrations of a similar character might be cited to emphasize the" peculiar influence which this play exerted iu taking hold of the real self of the auditor. 32 persons, places auD 1[^ea5. homestead of the ]>eny brothers, and in the distance we see the ocean, and the deep blue sky flecked with clouds. At some distance, on a reef which juts into the ocean, stands the lighthouse, which is later the scene of a terrible struggle between the brothers. In this first act the children making their mud pies are deliciously natural, as is also Uncle Nat when he gives them a wheelbarrow ride. Here we also see the land boomer enter this idyllic garden, and poison the mind of the owner of the farm by filling it with wild dreams of wealth to be acquired Avithout the earning. We note the curse of American life^ — speculation — with its seductive allurements, fastening itself upon Martin Berry, and hence- forth his peace of mind is gone. The scene between the lovers in this act is also very charming, and seldom lias any- thing appeared before the footlights so true to life as the little pleasantry indulged in by old Joel Gates and the hired men from the hayfield. It is a glint of sunshine before a shadow which is to follow. This banter and sport, though grim and savage, is one of those natural outgushings of farm life which relieve the monotony of existence. The great scene of this act is reached after the hands enter the house for dinner, and Martin, the younger brother, informs Uncle Nat of his wish to cut up the farm for town lots, because he is sure a boom is coming. Here it is that we begin to see the tremendous strength of Mr. Heme as an actor. There is nothing loud, nothing boisterous, about the words and actions of Uncle Nat. On the contrary, everything is exactly the reverse ; but his wonderful recital of their father's drown- ing, of their mother's year of waiting, of her death, and the grave "out yander on the knoll," reveals consummate art, and the reserve power wliich fascinates the auditor and wins every true heart. But even here Mr. Heme does not reach the climax of his portrayal ; it is not until Martin Berry dis- appears within the house, and Uncle Nat stands silently twisting a cord, that one realizes how much, to use a paradox, a real artist may say when he is silent. During these mo- ments Uncle Nat's face is a study for a psychologist; while the emotions depicted call for no words, but tug at the heart- strings of strong-framed men no less than sympathetic women. The second scene represents the interior of the house, and the moving panorama is deliglitfully natural; but it is not /niasl? or /IDirror. 33 until we reach the closing passages of this act that comedy gives place to the full play of the strongest emotions known to the human heart. As in life the gay and grave tread continually upon each other's heels, so in tliis drama we laugh and cry in almost the same breath. There is a wonder- ful mental study in the final scene of the second act, when Uncle Nat, with unconscious skill, impresses his thoughts and wishes on the tense brain of his niece, urging in a manner so natural that the art conceals the art, for all save psycholo- gists who have made unconscious hypnotic suggestion a study, and thus are enabled; to appreciate the scientific accu- racy of Mr. Heme's work in this remarkable portrayal. The third scene takes place in the lighthouse, and at the close, through realistic stage effect, gives a vivid picture of an ocean in a storm. This scene has been criticised by some who imagine tliat simplicity excludes intensity, and who, because the ocean is usually calm, would deny the legitimacy of introducing the savage awfulness of the tempest without and within. The scene in the lighthouse is as true as any which precede or follow it. It pictures a supreme and terri- ble moment in life, and we catch a vivid glimpse of the incar- nate god grap[)ling with the aroused savagery of the animal — unselfish love battling with a nature rendered insanely blind through passion — a scene which tyjjifies the striujijle of the ar/es. The student of present-day events sees in it a miniature representation of the conflict now raging, upon whose issue Jiangs the civilization of the morrow. That no such idea as this entered the brain of the dramatist, is highly probable; for a genius continually reflects colossal thought upon his canvas, and deals with types without knowing the deeper significance of his own creation. There is nothing in this great act which is untrue or overdrawn. It is the embodiment of high art; and representing, as it does, the emotional climax in the drama, it is not only perfectly legiti- mate, but without some such strong exhibition of human emotion the play would have been artistically incomplete. Great, however, as are the preceding scenes, for me, the charm of the closing act eclipses all which has preceded it ; for here the saint always visible in Uncle Nat shines out so impressively that each auditor catches a glimpse of that love which some day Avill redeem the world. Then, too, in this last scene the artist's touch is everywhere visil)le. 34 persons, places an^ 1I^cas. It is Christmas Eve, the children are undressed, and the stockings are hung up. Bob is not the only boy who has wished to hang up his trousers instead of his stocking, under tlie vain delusion that quantity measures the pleasure of life ; and Millie is not the first girl who has wished she wore pants. The radiant eyes, the innocent prattle of the expectant children; Millie's indignation at her older brother's scepticism in regard to the existence of Santa Claus ; tlie sombre shadow cast by the sober, silent, and almost broken- liearted ]\Iartin; the absorption of little Nat and his mother in the exciting novel ; then the home-coming of the loved ones, the reconciliation and the saving of the farm, the entrance of Joel Gates, and pathetic picture of little Mandy — all these and other scenes in this quickl}^ moving pano- rama reveal behind the i^lay a great artist and a true man. It is not, however, until one by one the actors retire, leaving Uncle Nat alone in the great farm kitchen, that one fully appreciates the courage of Mr. Heme, in throwing to the winds the traditions of the stage. Here, for ten minutes before the curtain drops, not a word is spoken. Uncle Nat is alone. He seats himself, and the auditors, in rapt atten- tion, follow the train of thouglit, as his face reflects emotions which swell in his soul. The smile of the dear old face is something never to be forgotten. During these moments the audience becomes thorouglily fascinated by the wonder- ful play of human emotions ; and when at length he rises, the spectators, as one person, regard him with breathless interest, as he locks the doors, removes the teapot, places the kettle on the back of the stove, raises the lid, and with candle in hand ascends the old stairway as the clock strikes the midnight liour. This was the first dramatic performance I remember witnessing, in which the closing minutes of the play were not marred by vexatious noises incident to the departure of auditors; but during the four times I saw "Shore Acres" performed, the audience seemed rapt until Uncle Nat dis- appeared. It w^as one of the most remarkable illustrations of the unconscious tribute paid by the people to the genius of the artist and his hdelity to truth that I have ever seen, and to students of psychology it was an interesting and valu- al)le study. ^nftask or /JDirror. 35 III. And now a woixl in regard to the great creation of Uncle Nathaniel. It has been urged by some zealous defenders of realism, that in this masterpiece Mr. Heme has gone beyond the limits of realism — and if by this the critics mean that he has idealized to a certain degree the grand old man Avhose every smile reflects the divine ego which crouches, cowers or rules in the brain of every human being, the observation is just; but if, on the other hand, Ave are to infer that the dramatist and artist has exceeded the bounds of the legit- imate by creating an impossible man, or a life impossible in that station and with that environment, or that the character is not in perfect alignment with the real, the stricture is untrue. There is no character in " Shore Acres " truer to life than this noble-hearted old New England light- keeper, hut he is colossal. I remember admiring the physical perfection of the late Phillips Brooks some ten years ago. He then seemed an almost perfect type of well-developed manhood, so far as his bodily form was concerned; but stand- ing by an ordinary man his great proportions were at once noticeable. Now this is precisely what we find in the ethical portrayal in Uncle Nat. He is veiy real, perfectly natural, profoundly true; but he is colossal, revealing most vividly the possible saint in every ma)i. The popular or conventional pseudo-idealism of the past has been essentially immoral because it has been untrue, strained and unnatural; or when possible it has been so divorced from the real as to carry little vital truth to tlie brain of those to whom it has appealed. Realistic idealism, when hand in hand with veritism, gives to life a moral up- lift, subtle and illusive in character, but most potential for lasting good. It is the soul of progress — the inspiration of noble endeavor — the touch which floods the })resent Avitli light, and reveals the next upward step. Realism is vitally important ; she depicts life as it is to- day; she is true, impartial, and mercilessly candid. But vital idealism complements realism; standing by her side, she radi- ates a light which is charged with vitality because it is divine ; she is profoundl}' real and true ; her every act and deed reflects more of the real soul than we have been accus- tomed to see ; if her face is luminous it is because the saint. 3P. persons, places anD 1I&eas. possible in eveiy one, is here triumpliant. The relation between realism and vital idealism in the utilitarian economy may be compared to two influences acting upon the inmates of a building which is on fire. Realism sounds the alarm, she describes the true condition; while idealism leads the awakened victims from a death-trap to a place of safety. I repeat, that in Uncle Nat we see exemplified the possible saint in every life; he is the e7nbodiment of Imman love. The affection for the old home, owing to its associations ; the tenderness shown for the memory of father and mother ; the love for his younger brother, which led him to make the supreme sacrifice of life, that his brother might be happy ; the wealth of affection for the children, which is in essence parental love, and the broad, tolerant spirit evinced toward the socially ostracized young doctor — these are all phases of the one supreme passion which illumines without dazzling, which warms but never scorches. In the degree in which this full-orbed love is revealed, we gauge man's progress from the animal to the divine. In Uncle Nathaniel, from his first entrance to the drop of the curtain, there is nothing strained or unnatural. Every act, ever}" utterance, is true to the finer impulses of life; and every manifestation of the trium})h of love over selfishness has found its counterpart in millions of lives. Not that all these manifestations are usually seen in a single individual, for, as I have observed, this creation is colossal ; but it is also true, and being true, it carries with it a vital and uplifting inspiration. *•% '-K *^- i. ^ 1 V* ->< ^i*l '^k^ / ^^^ v^^^^^^^H^^ > ■Mb^ ''^^^^Mj^^B H L fl ^1 I ■'■J HhH^H ^^HIHHil ^x^^ a'- rfc^^^.-^ 9, GZ^^A^ a poet of tbe people. Ix this chapter I wish to give a brief outline of the life and work of tlie poet, composer, and singer, James G. Clark, whose line lyrical and reformative verses have been an inspii-a- tion to thousands of lives. Mr. Clark was born in Constantia, X. Y., in 1S30. His father was a man of intiuenee in his community, being recognized as intelligent and honorable, and possessing that cool, dispassion- ate juilgment Avhich always commands resi)ect. The mother gave to her son his poetical gift and his intense love for humanity, his all-absorbing devotion to justice and liberty, and a nature at once refined yet brave. When but three years old, the little poet. had learned from his mother "The Star of Bethlehem," sung to the air of " Bonny Doon," and could sing~the entire piece without mis!*ing a word or note. When twenty-one years of ?ge he was well known in his community as a concert singer of rare ability. At this time Mr. Clark attracted the attention of Mr. Ossian E. Dodge, who, in addition to publishing a literary jour- nal in Boston, had under his management the most popular con- cert quartette in New England. Mr. Dodge was a man of cpiick perception ; he readily saw that the young poet and singer would prove a valuable acquisition to his already famous troupe, and promptly appointed him musical composer for his company. Into this work ^Ii-. Clark threw all the enthusiasm of youth, com- posing such universally popular songs as " The Old Mountain Tree," " The Rover's Grave," " Meet Me l)y the Running Brook," and " The Rock of Liberty." " The Old Mountain Tree " was for some time a reigning favorite through the land, it being sung for months in theatres and concerts. At the Boston Museum, then the leading theatre of Boston, it was no unusual thing for it to be called for as many as three times in a single evening. One day during this period of popularity, his mother, who was a very religious woman, said to him, "James, why cannot you write a hymn ? " He loved his mother devotedly. There Avas between them more than the strong ties of mother and son. She had fostered and encouraged his every poetical and musical aspi- ration, and it Avas his most earnest desii-e to gratify her vrhh but 37 38 persons, places au& iF^eas. tliouo'lit aloDg this line came slowly, and almost a year elapsed before the yoinig man placed a pencilled copy of his hymn, " The Evergreen Mountains of Life," in his mother's hand. tShe read it through silentl}', too much overcome to speak, while great tears coursed down her wrinkled cheeks. At this period he composed several songs and hymns which have been univer- sally popular, such as " Where the Roses Never Wither," " The Beautiful Hills," and " The Isles of the By and By." Of these poems Dr. A. P. Miller of San Fi-ancisco, himself a poet of more than ordinary power and an admiralJe critic, writes : " These songs have for thirty years been received by all classes as forming a group of original and perfect lyrics adapted to every platform and hall, whether sacred or secular. To say this," continues Dr. Miller, "detracts nothing from his songs of love and freedom. It is only saying that they are the St. Elias, the Tacoma, the Hood, and the Shasta, which out-tower all other song peaks and reach those heights where the sunshine is eternal and the view universal." It may be well to note at this time the singular fact that in his poetical life ]Mr. Clark has apjieared in three distinct roles, although he has always liecn the i)oet of the peoj)le. During his youth and early manhood the popular lyric and ballad claimed his power. It was the work of this period which won for him the name of the Tom Moore of America ; and had he not taken the other upward steps, the appellation would not have been so pal- pably inadequate to descril)e the man who for thirty years has been the poet of reform and the prophet of the new day. When the sixties dawned, the first song epoch of his life was drawing to a close, and the mutterings of tiie I{el)ellion were op]»ressing age and stimulating j-outli throughout the North. Mr. Clark had given his country a collection of songs and ballads destined to live long after his body had returned to dust, and he had sung his melody into the hearts of thousands who had listened to the poet composer and singer with that rapt attention which is the tribute of manhood and womanhood to genuine merit. The clouds of rel:)ellion Avere gathering around the horizon ; but eie the shock of arms thrilled the nation, Mr. Clark was summoned to the death bed of his mother. Sitting at her side as the spirit was poising for flight, and catching inspiration from her words, there came to him that exceedingly popular and touching poem, " Leona," which was first published in the Home Journal of New York, then edited by George JVtorris and N. P. Willis. This poem, Mr. Morris afterwards declared, had been more widely copied, admired, and committed to memory than any other composition of its class ever published in America. As " Leona " affords an admirable illustration of Mr. Clark's work at this time, B poet of tbe people. 39 and because it belongs to a class of ]ioems always treasured by the people, I will give several stanzas.* Leona, the hour draws nigh — The hour we've awaited so hmg, For the augel to open a door through the sky, That my spirit may break through its prison and trj Its voice in an infinite song. Just now, as the slumbers of night Came o'er me witli peace-giving breath, Tlie curtain, half lifted, revealed to my sight Those windows which look on the kingdom of light That borders the River of Death. And a vision fell solemn and sweet. Bringing gleams of a morning-lit land; I saw the white shore which tlie pale waters beat, And 1 heard the low lull as they broke at their feet Who walk on the beautiful strand. And I wondered why spirits should cling To their clay with a struggle and sigh. When life's purple autumn is better than sjiring, And the soul tlies away like a sparrow, to sing In a climate where leaves never die. Leona, come close to my bed. And lay your dear hand on my brow ; The same touch thrilled me in days that are tied, And raised the lost roses of youth from the dead, Can brighten tlie brief moments now. We have loved from the cold world apart ; And your trust was too generous and true For their hate to o'erthrow; when the slanderer's dart Was rankling deep in my desolate heart, I was dearer than ever to you. I thank the Great Father for this. That our love is not lavished in vain; Each germ, in the future, will blossom to bliss. And the forms that we love, and' the lips that we kiss, Never shrink at the shadow of pain. By the light of this faith am I taught That death is but action begun; In the strength of this hope I have struggled and fought With the legions of wrong, till my armor has caught The gleam of Eternity's sun. Leona, look forth and behold : From headland, from hillside, and deep. The day king surrenders his banners of gold; The twilight advances thnnigh woodland and wold, And the dews are beginning to weep. « The selection from "Leona," " Fremont's IJattle Hynm," and " The Voice of the People," as well as the poems " Minnie .Mintnrn • and '■ The Intinite :Mather, are from Mr. Clark's volume " Poetry and Song." Published by D. Lothrop & Co., Boston, Mass. 40 persons, places anC> lIDeas. The moon's silver hair lies uncurled, Down the broad-bi'easted mountains away; Ere sunset's red glories again shall be furled On the walls of the west, o'er the plains of the world, I shall rise in a limitless day. Oh, come not in tears to my tomb, Xor plant with frail flowers the sod; There is rest among roses too sweet for its gloom, And life where the lilies eternally bloom, In the balm-breathing gardens of God. II. The divine afflatus whieli fills the poet brain, and weaves itself into Avords which thrill and move the [irofound depths of human emotions, was next manifested in Mr. Clark's soul-awakening songs of freedom. The sweet ballads and lyrics of love and home disappeared before stern Duty's voice. While "W'hittiei-, Longfellow and Lowell were firing the heart of New England, ]Mr. Clark sent forth " Fremont's Battle Hymn," one of the most noteworthy poems of war-times, and a song which produced great enthusiasm Avherever sung. Some idea of the influence wdiich these stirring lines produced on an already awakened conscience may be imagined by perusal of the following lines: — Oh, spirits of Washington, Warren, and Wayne! Oh, shades of the heroes and patriots slain! Come down from your mountains of emerald and gold, And smile on the banner ye cherished of old; Descend in your glorified ranks to the strife, Like legions sent forth from the armies of life; Let us feel your deep presence as waves feel the breeze When white fleets like snowfiakes are di-owned in the seas. As the red lightnings run on the black, jagged cloud, Ere the thunder-king speaks from his wind-woven shroud, So gleams the bright steel along valley and shore. Ere the conflict shall startle the land with its roar; As the veil which conceals the clear starlight is riven Wlien clouds strike together, by warring winds driven, So the blood of the race must be oltVrcd like rain, Ere the stars of our country are ransomed again. The hounds of Oppression were howling the knell Of martyrs and prophets at gibbet and cell. While Mercy despaired of the blossoming years When her harpstrings no more shall be rusted with tears; But God never ceases to strike for the right. And the ring of his anvil came down through the night. Though the world was asleep and the Nation seemed dead. And Truth into bondage by Error was led. H po^t ot tbe people. 41 Will the bannei'S of morn at your bidding be furled, When the day-king arises to quicken the world ? Can ye cool tlie fierce fires of his heat-throbbing breast, Or turn him aside from his goal in the west? Ah! sons of the plains where the orange tree blooms, Ye may come to our pine-covered mountains for tombs, But the light ye would smother was kindled by One Who gave to the universe planet and sun. There is present in this poem much of the fire of the old prophets of Israel, hlended with that lofty faith in the power and favor of God which gave peculiar force to iiiaiiy of the most striking of Whittier's anti-slavery verses. During the early days of the war the poet travelled from towai to town, singing the spirit of freedom into the hearts of the people, and arousing to action scores and hundreds of persons in every community visited, who had heretofore taken little interest in the pending struggle. In this way he raised many thousands of dollars for the Sanitary Commission and Soldiers' Aid societies. In addition to " P^remont's Battle Hymn," this period called from his pen a number of war songs and poems, such as " Let Me Die wnth My Face to the Foe," "When You and I Were Soldier Boys," "The Children of the Battle-field," and "Minnie Minturn." The history of this last-mentioned jioem is peculiarly interesting, aiid i-eveals the fact that at times coming events have been flashed with singular vividness on the sensitive mind of our poet. The pathetic facts connected with the poem are as follows : Mr. Clark w^as visiting a family by the name of Minturn. In the home circle w^as a young lady named ]\[aria, who had a lover in the army. One day Mr. Clark said, "If your name were Minnie, it Avoulil make a musical combination for a poem." Tlie young lady blushed and replied that her friends often called her Minnie, and doubtless at this moment her thoughts went out to the soldier boy for whom she daily prayed. Some months passed, wdien one night, while the poet was riding in a sleeping-car, the words of the ballad "Minnie Minturn" forced themselves upon his brain, so haunting his mind that he could get no sleep until he had trans- ferred them to paper. This w^as done by drawing aside the curtain of his berth, and w^riting in the faint glimmer of the lamps, wdiich had been turned low for the night. It is probable that the poet did not dream, as he pencilled the following lines, that he was writing a prophecy wdiich a year later was to become his- tory. Yet such was in fact the case. Minnie Minturn, in the shadow I have waited here alone, — On the battle's gory meadow. Which the scythe of death has mown, I have listened for your coming, Till the dreary dawn of day, 42 persons, places auD H^eas. But I only liear the drumming, As the armies march away. Minnie, dear Minnie, 1 have heard tlie angel's warning, I have seen the golden shore; I will meet you in the morning AVhere the'shadows come no more III. We come now to the third epoch in the history of Mr. Chirk's poetry. The war wan over. His thoughts turned to the toiling millions of our land, for from early manhood his heart had ever kept rhythmic |)ace with the hopes, aspirations, and sorrows of the masses. Now, however, t!ie ballad singer who in the nation's crisis became the poet reformer, becomes the prophet poet of the dawning day. And with advancing years came added power; for it is a notable fact that with the silver of age has come a depth of thought, coupled with strength and finish in style not found in his earlier Avork. Take, for example, the following stanzas from " A Vision of the Old and New." 'Twas in the slumber of the night — That solemn time, that mystic state — When, fi-om its loftiest signal height, My soul o'erlooked the realm of Fate, And read the writing on the wall. That proplicsies of tilings to be, And heard strange voi.-es rise and fall Like murmurs from a distant sea. The world below me throlibed and rolled In all its glory, pride, and shame. Its lust for power, its greed for gold. Its flitting lights that man calls fame, — And from their long and deep repose, In memory and page sublime, The ancient races round me rose Like phantoms from the tombs of Time. I saw the Alpine torrents press To Tiber with their snow-white foam. And prowling in the wilderness The wolf that suckled infant Rome. But wilder than the mountain flood That plunged upon its downward way, And fiercer than the she-wolf's brood, The soul of man went forth to slav. Kingdoms to quick existence sprang. Each thirsting for another's gore, The din of wars incessant rang. And signs of hate each forehead wore. H poet ot tbe people. 43 All nations bore the mark of Cain, And only knew tlie law oi might: They lived and strove for selhsh gain And perished like the dreams or night. I woke; and slept, and dreamed once more, — And from a continent's v^^hite crest, I heard two oceans seethe and roar. Along vast lands by natnre blest: All races mingled at my feet. With noise and strange confusion life, And Old World projects — incomplete — Seemed maddened with a new-found life. The thirst for human blood had waned; But boldly seated on the throne. The grasping god of Mammon reigned. And claimed Earth's product for his own. He gathered all that toilers made, To till his vaults with wealth untold. The sunlight, water, air, and shade Paid tribute to his greed for gold. He humbly paid his vows to God, While agents gatliered rents and dues. He ruled tlie nation witli a nod, And bribed the pulpit with the pews; Yet, over all the regal form Of Freedom towered, unseen by him. And eagles poised above the storm That draped the far horizon's rim. At length, the distant thunder spoke In deep and threatening accents; then The long roll of the earthquake woke From sleep a hundred million men. I woke: and slept and dreamed again: A softened glory tilled the air. The morning flooded land and main, And Pearc w;is lnoodliig everywhere; From sea to sea the song was known That only God's own children know, Whose note^ by angel voices sown. Took root two thousand years ago. No more the wandering feet had need Of priestly guides to Paradise, And banished was the iron creed That measured God by man's devise; Xo more the high cathedral dome Was reared to iell His honors by, For Christ was throned in every home, And shone from every human eye. No longer did the beast control And make the spirit desolate; No more the poor man's struggling soul Sank down before the wheel of Fate: 44 persons, places an& UDeas. And pestilence coukl not draw near, Nor war and crime be felt or seen — As flames, that lap the withered spear, Expire before tlie living green. And all of tliis shall come to pass — For God is Love, and Love shall reign. Though nations first dissolve like grass Before tlie lire that sweeps the plain; And men shall cease to lift their gaze To seek Him in the far-oft" blue, But live the Truth their lips now jiraise And in their lives His life renew. Tiiis poem Avas fminded on a vivid dream wdiieli came to tlie poet and so impressed him that he found no peace until he com- mitted the verses to i)aper. In the following- stanzas from the " Voice of the People " we also find the clear note of the prophet. ISwiug inward, O gates of the future ! Swing outward, ye doors of the past! For the soul of the people is moving And rising from slumber at last; The black forms of night are retreating, The white peaks have signalled the day. And Freedom her long roll is beating, And calling her sons to the fray. And woe to the rule that has plundered And trod down the wounded and slain, While the wars of the Old Time have thundered. And men poured their life-tide in vain; The day of its triumph is ending. The evening draws near with its doom. And the star of its strength is descending, To sleep in dishonor and gloom. The soil tells the same fruitful story. The seasons their bounties display. And the ticnvers lift their faces in glory To catch the warm kisses of day; Wliile our fellows are treated as cattle That are muzzled when treading the corn. And millions sink down in life's battle With a sigh for the day they were born. Ah, woe to the robbers who gather In fields wliere they never have sown, Who have stolen the jewels from labor And builded to Mammon a throne ; For the snow-king, asleep by the fountains. Shall wake in the summer's hot breath, ■ And descend in his rage from the mountains, Bearing terror, destruction, and death. For the Lord of the harvest hath said it. Whose lips never uttered a lie. And his prophets and poets have read it In svmbols of earth and of skv : H poet of tbe people. 45 That to him who has revelled iu plunder Till the angel of conscience is dumb, The shock of the earthquake and thunder And tempest and torrent shall come. Swinu' inward, O gates of the future! ywing outward, ye doors of the past! A giant is waking from slumber And rending his fetters at last; From the dust where his proud tyrants found him Unhonored and scorned and l)etrayed, He shall rise with the sunliglit around him, And rule iu the realm he has made. The poet's 103'alty to the toilers is voiced in most of his latest poems and songs. "The People's Battle Hymn,"* ])ublishe(l last autumn, Avas suno; with great effect at the industrial gatheiinu's throughout the West. Of this song General J. B. Weaver, the candidate of the People's Party for president in 1S9'2, sai.<: Co., Boston, INIass. 46 persons, places mib 1[C>ea3» How we watched among the shadows of the long and weary night For his feet upon the mountains appearing. Let tlie lightning tell the story to the sea's remotest bands, Let thecamptires of Freedom be flaming; While the voices of the heavens join the chorus of the land, Which the children of men are proclaiming. In another recent poem, entitled " A Song for tlie Period," we catch a gUmpse of the deep sympathy ever felt bj' tliis poet for the people. I have only space for two stanzas. I cannot join with the old-time friends In tlieir merry games and sports While the pleading wail of the poor ascends To the Judge of the Upper Courts; And I cannot sing the glad, free songs That the world around me sings, While my fellows move in cringing throngs At the beck of the gilded kings. The scales hang low from the open skies, — That have weighed them, one and all, — And the fiery letters gleam and rise O'er the feast in the palace liall; But my lighter lays shall slumber on The bouglis of the willow tree Till the king is slain in Babylon, And the captive hosts go free. Mr. Clark was married early in life to a lady of his native home. Three childi-cn came to bless this union. One, however, was recalled by the infinite Father. In memory of this child the stricken father composed a touching little gem entitled " Beauti- ful Annie." Mr. Clark is not only a poet, musical composer, and singer of rare ability, he is a scholarly essayist, and, during recent years, has contributed many papers of power and literary value to the lead- ing dailies of the Pacific coast. A fair specimen of his Avork in this line will be found in the following criticism on Robert Burns, which I take from a recent contribution to one of the most influ- ential dailies in Southern California. In speaking of Ilobert Burns, Mr. Clark saj^s : — True, he was not compelled to affect the peculiar di:dect in which was written his most characteristic and enduring verse, because it was the dialect in which he was born and reared ; but, nevertheless, in and through it he has made not only all Scotland love him as no other poet is loved to-day, but he won the homage of lovers of humanity, democ- racy and religious freedom wherever the English language is spoken. It was through his songs and poems, written in the homely Scotch dialect of his times, that the common Scotch people became a nation of poets. It was through Burns, who found poetry in the most common and lowly objects, — even the little "mouse," whose nest had been B poet of tbe people, 47 wrecked by the poet's plow, — that the most unk'ttcrcd Scotchnian dis- covered the poetry lying hiteut in his own heart and niiml; uml ata j)eriod when "poetic art," so called, was claimed as the exclusive inheritance of the self-elected and cultured few, he restored to the uneducated peasant and cotter his lawful birthright. There is no such thing as estimating the extent to which the better and higher qualities of Scotch character have been quickened, developed, and refined through the lyrics of Robert Burns, more esijecially those lyrics that appeal directly to the hearts and every-day life of his country- men. This is why the true Scotchman, while admiring Scott, loves aiid worships Burns. The wealth of poetic imagery, strength and deep penetration Avhich characterizes the recent work of jVIr. Clark is very notice- able in some of his later poems, and reaches altitudes of sublimity in thought rare among modern poets. This characteristic is well illustrated in " The Infinite Mother," which I give below. It is considered bj- many critics as Mr. Clark's masterpiece. THE INFINITE MOTHER. I am mother of Life and companion of God! I move in each mote from the suns to the sod, I brood in all darkness, I gleam in all light, I fathom all depth, and I crown every hight; Within me the globes of the universe roll, And through me all matter takes impress and soul. Without me all forms into fchaos would fall; I was under, within, and around, over all. Ere the stars of the morning in harmony sung. Or the systems and suns from their grand arches swung. I loved you, O earth! in those cycles profound, When darkness unbroken encircled you round, And the fruit of creation, the race of mankinersecution of conventionalism. They are usually very finely strung natures; indeed, I think the reformer who bat- tles for the Aveak and oppressed, is always almost super- sensitive; hence, the abuse, the sneei-s and social ostracism he is compelled to endure for the weak, ignorant, and oppressed, whose cause he makes his own, cut into his very soul in a manner little dreamed of by the careless masses. At length, however, \\v^ reform is accomplished; the minority becomes the majority, and he wiio was yesterday denounced as a shallow agitatcu-, an insufferable crank and a hysterical emotionalist is hailed as a prophet, hero and sage by that same soulless and shallow conven- tionalism which scorned him so long as the cause for which he battled was unpoi)ular. When this hour arrives it carries perils with it for the reformer; it is now so easy to rest on well-earned laurels and enjoy the sweeter melodies of life. The cause is won— nay, not the cause, but one battle in the ceaseless warfaie by which man rises to nobler heights; but conventionalism will have it that the raii.'^c is won. and often the reformer at this point falls by the wayside, ceasing to be a reformer, {ilthough he nuiy continue to utter high, sweet, and noble thoughts. The poet Whittier is an example of this class. After the war the despised agitator who for so long had suffered social ostracism, was welcomed into the arms of the conventionalism which had endeavored to slay him. All that was asked of him was that he would rest on his laurels, in so far as aggressive reform work was concerned, and turn his muse to greener and more restful j)astures. He naturally hated conflict and loved peace. He chose the velvet, grass-lined banks and rested by the wayside, while Wendell Phillips from the cause of the oppressed black 50 Htter Si.rt\? l^ears, 5i man turned to that of the enskived white man and dealt giant blows tor freedom, justice and progress so long as his silver-toned voice could utter a protest against inhuman- ity, injustice and oppression. Another class of reformers becomes discouraged by the ingratitude and ignorance of those they seek to aid. They find themselves misjudged, misrepresented and maligned b}" the demagogues who, influenced by the capital of the ojjpressors or consumed by love of self and petty jealousy, discredit the high, i)ure unselfishness of single-hearted men and women; and the latter too often, after being made the target for those they would help, become discouraged and lapse into silence; their voices like the powerful guns of a battle ship are stilled, but the spiking is due to traitors on board, rather than to the fire from the enemy. kStill another class who enter life strong, aggressive, brave, and determined to consecrate their best energies to the cause of human brotherhood, gradually fall under the spell of conventionalism; the multitudinous disappoint- ments which beset their pathway slowly dami)en the ardor which impelled them onward. Hope, courage and deter- mination give way to a painful and oppressive pessimism. The " Locksley Hall " of youth, which is the story of strength, hope and determination, is changed into the "Locksley Hall Sixty Years After," which is a tale of despair. ' This is the saddest of all sights, save that of open betrayal or treachery. In broad contrast with those who aggressively enter the warfare for eternal justice and human brotherhood, but who becoming tired, disheartened or asi)hyxiated, fall l)y the wayside, we find a few — a chosen band of lofty s])irits — who persevere in the cause until the night comes upon them, and they fall with their armor on, like Victor Hugo, who was a conspicuous representative of this order of nature's royalty. They can exclaim, "The winter is on our heads, but eternal sj)ring is in our hearts." They are pro])hets — Ihey are more than propliets, for the ])rophet may only discern the signs of the times and point out the luminous truth he beholds. They are warriors — they are more than warriors, for a warrior may fight for self or in an evil cause. They are heroes — they are more than heroes, for the hero may win glorious victories but afterward rest on his laurels amid the plaudits of an admiring world. They are the ser- vants of progress, the apostles of light, who think only of serving the race, shedding forth the light of justice, dis- pelling the darkness, and enabling the race to move forward. 62 persons, places anC) UDeas* Amon^ those who ])elong to this select band of truly royal souls, who are Poets of the people, \Mlliam Morris, Gerald Massey and our own James G. Clark are inspiring figures which are still among us. Mr. Clark, like ^^'h it- tier, battled for the emaucii)ation of the black man. With pen and voice he performed valiant service for the slaves, and when the clash of arms came, as j^oet, composer and singer he became a threefold inspira- tion in the struggle for liberty and a broader justice. But unlike AVhittier, after the war was over this poet refused to lay down his armor; he knew the victory was an incident in the history of progress. The enfranchisement of tlie negroes was not the only enfranchisement to be accom- plished; indeed, the black man had only been freed from one form of slavery; he still remained ignorant, and his soul had never been warmed into life by justice and kindliness. Moreover, the war, while it had broken the chains of chattel slavery, had promoted special privileges, and led to the enactment of class laws as gigantic in character as they were multitudinous in number; these evils, tolerated at first owing to the exigencies of the time, and because the attention of statesmen and patriots was occupied with the immediate life of the Union, carried with them a potential serfdom more far-reaching and essentially tragic than the slavery which had hitherto been recognized in the New World. Far-seeing minds, when the stress of the war was past, beheld in this growing conventionalism, fostered by special ])rivilege, a menace to the rights of individuals, which threatened to make the re])ublic what the patriciaTis through the power of wealth made of the ancient common- wealtli of Home — the republican shell, undtn- cover of which the most hopeless oppression flourished. Against the aggressiveness of wealth in the hands of shrewd, cunning and soulless men and corporations Mr. Clark I'aised his clarion voice, even more eloquent than in the old days when he wrote, composed and sung for freedom and the Union before the black man had been freed. It is difficult to con- ceive a picture more inspiring than this i)atriarch of Free- dom, whose brow is already lighted with the dawn of another lif(\ fronting the morning with eyes of fire and voice rich, full and clear, now persuasive, now imperious, but never faltering, as he delivers the messages of eternal truth, progress, and justice. I know of no singer of our time to whom the following words, penned by James Russell Lowell in 1844 when writ- ing of Whittier, are so applicable as to the poet v:e are now Btter Siit^ l^ears* 53 considering. By clianoino; the word Whitticr to //am poet iu the following we have a more graphic and concise char- acterization of James G. Clark than it wonld be possible for me to give: ''He has not ])ut his talent out at profitable interest by cater- ing totheinsolentandpliarisaical self-esteem of the times,nor has he hidden it in the damask of historical commonplaces, or a philanthropy too universal to concern itself with par- ticular wrongs, the practical redressing of which is all that renders philanthropy of value. Most poets are content to follow the s])irit of their age as pigeons follow a leaking grain cart, picking a kcn-nel here and there out of the dry dust of the past. Not so with [this poet]. From the heart of the onset ui)on the serried mercenaries of every tyranny, the chord of his iron-strung lyre clangs with a martial and triumphant cheer." Mr. Clark, like William ^Morris, Mv. Howells, and many others of our finest contem])orary thinkers, has become an ardent social democrat. Perhaps he is not quite so extrenu^ in his views as the English i)oet, but I imagine he holds oi)inions much the same as those entertained by ^\v. Howells, and he is even more aggressive than the Ameri- can novelist, which is saying much, when one considers Mr. Howells' fine and brave work of recent years, and especially his bold satire on present-day injustice, in "A Traveller from Altruria." In the present paper I wish to group together a few ])oems of humanity, written by Mr. Clark since he ])assed his sixtieth mile-post. They are timely utterances, ini}>ressing the great truth so nobly presented by ^lazzini that '"Life is a mission," "Life is duty," and similarly expressed by Victor Hugo when he declares that "Life is conscience." Mr. Clark is one of the poets of the people, and he clothes the eternal veiities of which he speaks in simple and effective imagery, sometimes turning to nature, sometimes to the Bible, for his figures. Here is a really noble creation, a poem well worthy of living in the patriotic heart: Freedom's ReiriUr. Thp timp has passed for idle rest: Columbia, from your shunber rise! Replace the shield lu^ion your breast. And east the veil from off your eyes. And view your torn and stricken fold- By proAvliny- wolves made desolate — Your honor sold for alien sold Bv traitors in your Halls of State. 54 persons, places auD flOeas. Our uiothei's wriug their fettered hands; Our sires fall fainting by the way; The Lion robs them of their lands, The Eagle guards them to betray: Shall they who kiU through craft and greed Receive a brand less blacli than Cain's? Shall paid "procurers" of the deed Still revel in their Judas gains V O daughter of that matchless Sire, Wlio-Jc valor made your name sublime, Whose spirit, like a living tire, Lights up the battlements of Time,— The World's sad Heart, with pleading moan, Breaks at yoiu- feet— as breaks the main In ceaseless prayer from zone to zone — And shall it plead and break in vain ? Fling off that golden garb of lace That knaves have spun to mask your form, And let the lightning from yoxTr face Gleam out upon the gathering storm — That awful face whose silent look Swept o'er the ancient tin-ones of kings, And like the bolts of Sinai shook The base of old established things. The promise of an age to be Has touched with gold the mountain mist, Its white fleets plow the morning sea. Its flags the Morning Star has kissed. But still the martyred ones of yore — By tyrants to the scaffold led — Transfigured now, forevermore, Gaze backward from the ages dead. And ask: "How long, O Lord! how long Shall creeds conceal God's human side, And Christ the God be crowned in song While Christ the man is crucified? How long shall ^lammon's tongue of fraud At Freedom's Tropliets wag in sport. While chartered nuirder stalks aliroad. Approved by Senate, Church and Court?" The strife shall not forever last 'Twixt cunning Wrong and passive Truth— The blighting demon of the Fast, Chained to the beauteous form of Youth; The Truth shall rise, its bonds shall break. Its day witli cloudless glory burn. The Right with Might from shnnber wake, And the dead wrong to dust return. The long night wanes; the stars wax dim; The Young Day looks through bars of blood; The air throbs with the breath of Him Whose Pulse was in the Red-Sea flood; Hfter Stit^ 13ears» 55 And tianked by moimtains, right and left, Tlie People stand— a donl)tinj4- horde — Before them heave the tides uneleft, Behind them Hashes Pharaoli's sword. But lo! the living God controls, And marks the bounds of slavery's night, And speaks through all the dauntless souls That live, or perish, for the right. His face shaU light the People still. His Hand shall cut the Sea in twain, And sky and wave and mountain thrill To Miriam's triumphant strain. Mr. Clark is a profoundly religious man, but lie is singu- larly free from that dogmatism and ereedal idolatry, that narrow and fanatical bigotry and pharisaism which have made the church odious to thousands of the finest, truest and most religious natures of the century, and which have led man}' of the noblest natures to turn from Christianity as something hateful and repugnant to that which is truest and most profoundly divine in man's nature. He is reli- gious, as Jesus was religious, which is not saying that he would be welcomed into fashionable conventional churches to-day any more than Jesus in His time was welcomed among the orthodox religionists of Judaism. Here is a fine piece of work which might be termed A Voice in the Xiglit. I have come, and the world shall be shaken Like a reed at the touch of my rod. And the kingdoms of Time shall awaken To the voice and the summons of God; No more through the din of the ages Shall warnings and chidings divine. From the lips of my prophets and sages. Be trampled like pearls before swine. Ye have stolen my lands and my cattle; Ye have kept back from labor its meed; Ye have challenged the outcasts to battle. When they plead at your feet in their need; And when clamors of hunger grew louder, And the multitudes prayed to be fed. Ye have answered with prisons or powder The cries of your brothers for bread. I turn from your altars and arches, And the mocking of steeples and domes, To join in the long, weary mai'ches Of the ones ye have robbed of their homes; 56 persons, places an& 11&eas» I shai-o in tho sorrows and crosses Of the naked, the hunt^ry and cold. And dearer to me are their losses Than your gains and your idols of gold. I will wither the might of the spoiler; I will laugh at your dungeons and locks; The tyrant shall yielil to the toiler. And your judges eat grass like the ox; For the pr.iyers of tlie poor have ascended To be written in lightnings on high. And the wails of your captives have l)lended With the bolts that must leap from the sky. The thrones of your kings shall be shattered And the prisoner and serf sliall go free; I will harvest from seed that 1 scattered On the borders of blue (Talilce; For I come not alone, and a stranger — Lo! my reapers will sing through the night Till the star that stood owr the manger Shall cover the world with its light. Ill tlie following we have a prophetic picture, and wilb the insight of a true prophet Mr. Clark shows that the dan- ger of bloodshed and ruin does not lie where the paid hire- lings of plutocrac}^ are ever seeking through the capitalistic press to make the masses think danger lies; the sui»renie menace of liberty no less than of justice lies primarily where ^Ir. Clark points it out — in the citadel of laidcss and eon- scivnee1esi>! icealtti. The Fall of New Bahi/lon. "Be still, and know that T am OodI" This message fell distinct and low While wealth, with steel and iron shod. Crushed out the cries of want and woe; And from the scourged and bleeding throng, As if to the end the age-long tryst, With eyes rebuking gilded Wrong. Shone forth the wondrous face of Christ. INIan heeded neither voice nor look— For Mammon's vampires asked for blood— And what were signs and omens took The forms of conflict, flame and flood: Tlie tempest down the mountains whi'-ied; The lightnings danced among the crags; And far below th(> bi-ea leers curled And raised on high their battle-flags. Htter Sixtp m^VB, 5: The ocean's heart wih ansry beats — Swayed by the earthquake's tii-ry breath- Uplifted cities, troops and tleets " And hurled them down to wreck and death; Then rose the deatli-vell of the Ohl— The old, dark A,i;-e of ruthless .^ain. Of crouching thieves and wai-riors bold Who slew the just and roltbed the slain. For he who led the hordes of Niyht— The Monarchs of niaraudinj;- bands- Went down before the Sword of Li.ylit That Hashed upon the plnmlered lands; And stretched upon his niiji'hty bier. With broken helmet on his head. And hands still clutchiui;- Itrand and spear, The King at last lay prone and dead. The birds of conquest o'er him swooped In battled rage and terror wild; The silent Fates around him stooped To deck with tlowers their fallen child; And where the powers of shore and wave Together clashed in border wars, AVith systems piled upon his grave. They left the meteor-sou of Mars. The cruel rule of craft and pelf Had vanished like a midnight pall; The cold, hard motto. "Each for Self," Had melted into "Each for All." For every human ear and heart Had heard the message, "Peace, be still!" And soiight thi'ough Freedom's highest art For oneness with the Perfect Will. The star of strife had ceased to reign, And Venus woke with tender grace Between the lids of sky and main And smiled upon a nobler race; And as a brute foregoes its prize And cowers before the gaze of day, With backward look from baleful eyes The Avolf of Usury slunk away. From ocean rim to mountain height All Nature sang of glad release; The waters danced in wild delight And waved a million flags of peace; For he wiio hehl the world in th'-all Throiigh greed and fraud and power of gold, Had seen tlie "writing on the wall." And died like Bal)ylon"s King of old. When the wealth-prodnoers of the nation learn that the welfare of all is more important than the selfish interests 58 persons, places anD l[&eas. of a few petty men who divide industry into warring camps, and by the aid of demagogues who secretly serve the gold power, prevent the concerted action of (/// wealth-pro- ducers; when the toilers come to understand that if they unite hut once and speak at the ballot-box, the power of plutocracy will be broken and the dawn of a truer democ- racy than the world has ever known will become an accom- plished fact; when the breadwinners of earth realize that the man who urges them not to actively enter poli- tics is in reality the most valiant voice that the despot- ism of avarice and greed can invoke, then we shall have reached a point where the rule of the few will vanish and the laws of equal justice will be felt throughout all the rami- lications of government. This is the supreme lesson for labor to learn. Karl Marx appreciated it, and the most far- seeing, single-hearted apostles of humanity since his day have insisted upon it. Toilers everywhere, unite — your hope lies in union; know^ no creed, party, nation, or race. Let humanity be your family, and justice your guiding star. The motto of the American Railway Union breathes the spirit of this new slogan, and Mr. Clark, quick to appreciate its significance, penned these lines suggested by the motto ''All far One (Did One for Alir All for one and one for all. With an endless song and sweep, So the billows rise and fall On the bosom of the deep; I.oiider in their single speech, More resistless as they roll. Broadei'. higher in their reach Ftir their union with the whole. Wheeling systems sink and rise, In one shoreless universe. And forever down the skies Myriad stars one liymn rehearse; Countless worlds salute the sun, Planets to each other call, Ages into cycles run. All for one and one for all. Kissed by sunshine, dew and shower, Leaping rill and living sod. Sea and mountain, tree and flower Turn their faces up to God; And one human Brotherhood. Pulsing through a thousand lands, Reaches for one common good With its million, million hands. Hftcr Sixtp l^ears, 59 Through all warrlug seas of life Cue vast current sunward rolls, And within all outward strife, Oue eternal Kiglit controls, — Right, at whose divine command Slaves go free and tyrants fall, lu the might of those who stand All for oue aud oue for all. Legislation is yery largely responsible for the multi-mill- ionaires of this republic, while special privileges of some kind or another have in almost all instances with w^hich I am acquainted been the creators or the chief feeders of the colossal fortunes in our midst. It would therefore seem very clear that to minify the dangers w^hicli all thoughtful people admit to-day threaten the republic through the influ- ence of plutocracy, it will be necessary to abolish special privilege aud class legislation. This, moreover, is demanded by the quickened conscience of the times, because it meets the requirements of justice. If government has any legislative function it is to foster justice and extend as far as possible the prosperity, happiness and advancement of all the people, instead of lending its influence to a few in such a manner as to enable them to enslave the many. Furthermore, if, as can be clearly demonstrated, the gov- ernment has by grants and i)rivileges rendered possible the acquiring of untold millions by a few of the people who have been the beneficiaries of these privileges, it is not so absurd or idiotic as the mouthpieces of the government-fostered plutocracy would have us believe, to insist that the power w^hich has heretofore been exerted by the government for the aggrandizement and benefit of the few, be henceforth exerted impartially toward all the citizens of the republic, and that the enoriiious disparity of fortunes resulting from ini(iuitous class legislation and i)artial and therefore vicious governmental paternalism be in a measure righted by a graduated income tax and a rigid inheritance tax; these claims of industry are eminently just, and were it not for the tremendous power already exerted by the usurer class, they would scarcely be called in question; but the gold of wealth is liberally expended to uphold the tyranny of capitalism, and there always have been and floubtless for many generations to come will be men who will act as sophists in upholding injustice and befogging the minds of people w^ho have never learned to think independently; hence the urgent need of the sincere and conscientious prophets, poets and reformers. 60 persons, places an^ ir^eas. The following- poem of Mr. Clark will awaken an echo in thousands of the most earnest hearts of our laud who lonj,^ to join in the songs of the happy, but who hear so clearly the cries of the victims under the wheels that their hearts grow heavy and their voices fail to utter a sound in the chorus of joy, A Sony of the Period. "Ob! weave us a bright and ehoerfiil rhyme, Of our hand where the tts tree grows," Aud the air is sweet iu the New- Year time With the breath of the uew-borii rose." This message fell while the engine roared By the wharf at the city's feet Where the white-Avinged birds of trade lay moored In a vast, unnumbered Heet. It filled my ears as we moved away, And the iron Avheels rolled on From the noisy town and the sobbing bay To the wilds of Oregon.— AVhere thi' mountain cloud and the mossy sod Are kissiHl by the self-same rills. And the torrents beat like tlu' pulse of God In the hearts of the ancient hills. And I sung of the broad and generous fields That were fresh with a promise rare; Of the mother-breast that sweetly yields All life to the people's jn-ayer. But my soul grew sad with a minor tone From the souls of the outcast poor Wlio l)ei;ged for work— and received a stone — As they tramped o'er the lonely moor. Then T thought of the land whose faith was sealed By the blood of the brave and great. Of the strong, fierce bird and the starry shield That guarded the halls of state; Bnt the Fagle watched o'er the idle ffo](\ That was heaped on the rich man's floor. A^'hile the gaunt wolf leered at the toiler's fold And howled by the poor man's door. I cannot join the old-time friends Tn their merry games and sports While the pleading wail of the poor ascends To the Judge of the T"^pper Courts; And T cannot r.ing the glad, free songs That the world around me sings While my fellows move in cringing throngs At the beck of the gilded kings. Htter SUti^ ]l)ears. 6i The scales hauff low from the opeu skies — That have weighed them, one and all — And the tiery letters gleam and rise O'er the feast in the Talace Hall, But my lighter lays shall slumber on The boughs of the willow tree Till the King is slain in Babylon, And the captive hosts go free. I will close this paper with one of the finest and noblest poetic creations which our silver-headed prophet-poet of the people has composed since he passed bejond his sixtieth year. It is brave, bold and severe, as the articulate voice of justice is wont to be, when confrontino- injustice, but through it, as thiougli all this poet's writings, we note the presence of that abiding faith which is entertained by those who believe, nay more, who know that man is fronting the dawn, and that eternal justice broods over the world. Justice to '"Libert!) EnJiyhteiting the Wurld." O Ijiberty! whose searching eyes Are fixed upon the distant blue- As if to pierce the veil that lies Betwixt the Old World and the New— "What seekest thou in other climes. And isles that gem the salt sea foam? What findest thoti of woes and crimes That dwell not in thy chosen home? Child of the rainbow and the star. An^und whose path the whirlwind sings, Recall tliine eagles from afar And answer to my questionings! Call down tliy colors from the clouds And nail them o'er the city marts. And let tliy beacon cheer the crowds Of darkened lives and weary hearts. "And what art thou? to question one Whose impulse every bosom warms, Whi>se eagles soar athwart the sun. And rock their young upon the storms; And who art thou? to ask me wliy I stand ujKin the New World strands And bid my eagles outward tiy To probe the ills of other lands!" Men call me "Love" when— bending down— I kiss the tears from sorrow's face. And "Mercy" wh(Mi I change the frown Of judgment to a smile of grace; They call me ".Tustice" when I shift The weak man's burdens to the strong. Bnt "Vengeance" when my earthquakes lift The tidal waves that drown the wrong. 62 persons, places anD H^eas. I fix the headland boimds of Fate Against which Error frets in vain; I watch by Trutli's eternal gate, And balance every loss and gain; I hover o'er the Lethean deep Where Progress mourns her murdered braves, I touch the waters where they sleep. And lo! they wake from honored graves. The empty boasts of power and pelf Like fleeting vapors round me meet; The star of destiny itself Climbs from the throne to reach my feet; The nations poise upon my scales Like cloudlets on the midday air; I stand erect where Empire fails. And wait serene amidst despair. "O! thou whose fire-winged word descends Like lightning from unclouded zones — At whose decree oppression ends. And despots tremble on their thrones— I l;ow to thy divining life AVhich every perfect life fulfils: 'Sly warring factions cease from strife, My thunders die among the hills. "Full well I know the deeds of shame That nations in my name have done. Whose record lingers on my fame Like spots upon the morning sun; But while my conquering legions stand With sabres sheathed and banners furled, Pray tell me of my chosen band Whose star and torch illume the world." I see a land so broad and fair — So free from titled lords and kings— That all the tribes seek refuge there As young birds seek the mother-wings; The fig-tree, orange, grain', and palm (irow wild upon her southern plains, Where summer breezes drift in lialm. And blooms caress the winter rains. The oceans of the east and west Along her borders laugh and roar; The mountains sleep upon her breast. And vast lakes down her nortJi lines pour. I see a nation half in chains; The mingled blood of all the earth Is surging through her fevered veins. And striving for a nobler birth; The New World's warp, the Old World's web In all her garments come and go. While from her life the old taints ebb And new ones rush with fiercer flow; Hfter Siit^ l^ears. 63 Her snowy sails, her keels and helms Go forth with stores of fruit and bread To all the kingdoms, climes, and realms ■N^'here man is asking to be fed. Her star-crowned head proclaims the light That seers and poets long have snug. Her feet and skirts are wrapped in night ■\Miere Wrong is old and Ho])i' is young; No more the lion treads her coast In war's red pomp and force arrayed; He leads a far more cruel host That plunders by the laws of trade. Her soldier band, whose sabre stroke Released from bonds four million lives. Are bm-dened by a usurer's yoke INIore galling than the black man's gyves; Though gone the auction block of old.' The soul of slavery lingers still; The chains are forged of power and gold To bind the white serf's brain and will. The poor man, robbed of lands he earned, Goes wandering homeless o'er the moor; And eagles, into vultures tm-ned. Stand guard beside the rich man's door; The masses move with fettered feet; The classes feast on Labor's toil, The eagles with the lions meet. To gather and divide the spoil. I am not blind; I see and feel. While Mammon rules the broad domain, And stretches forth his hand to steal The garnered sheaves of ripened grain. I am not deaf, I am not dead. Though mercy groans in travail pain. While chartered Murder rears its head. And children wail for fathers slain. No longer shall my arm be stayed. No more my trumpet call retreat When Truth, by lying lips betrayed. Is dragged before the judgment seat; The line is crossed, the doom draws nigh; Lo! Justice wakes with lifted hand To write her mandate in the sky. And not upon the shifting saiid. "But Justice, listen; and behold; My star upon the darkness gleams. My upraised torch has not grown cold; The \\-orld is moaning in her dreams; In dreams of grander conflicts won. She yearns for freedom, light and air; And can the child of Washington Be dumb to her unanswered prayer?" G4 persons, places auD 1IC>eas» The aj?es cannot pause to wait The counter-moves of Manunon's horde, While Labor lingers at the gate To beg the crumbs from Dives' board; The world shall onward, sunward SAving Till torch and star are merged in light. And all the nations rise and sing Their triumph o'er the powers of night. I see a mighty feast outspread, ^\'here gilded Lords their honors wear; The banquet king sits at their head; The guests are drunk on vintage i-are; And far below on every side. No more by cringing fear subdued, And murmuring like a rising tide, I see the countless multitude. As rivers to the ocean roll. All tongues and races join the throng, One purpose burning in each soul, And on their lips a single song; One common cause, one flag unfurled. They kneel to neither king nor cl.'iu; Their country is the round, wide ^^()rld, Their creed the brotherliood of man. The feast goes on; the i)roud rejoice; They hear a sound of distant waves; They think it but the torrent's voice Complaining through the highland caves; It is no mountain stream, that leaps Rebellious from its rocky bands; It is the lifting of the deeps. The sinking of the ancient lands. Resistless as the pulse of doom. The ocean swings from shor(» to shore; And frightened kings Hit through the gloom. Like stars that fall to rise no more. The high sea-walls of caste are gone. The pent-up floods their chains have burst, The toilers face the golden dawn. The first are last, the last are first. The Old goes down, the New ascends. Its sunny isles in glory rise; A rainbow o'er the deluge bends. And Labor's curse dissolves and dies; The gods of gold no more hold sway, The people bow to truth alone, And He whose voice the tides obey Remains forever with His own. (Ibccitcivon=^tbc*=IDcc\ a (Blimpec of an ®lb IRoinan Centre of Culture in Great Britain. Chester is unique among English cities. Much of its archi- tecture reminds one of continental Europe, contrasting in a most striking manner with the prosaic modern buildings, while the picturesque ruins of once massive Norman edifices attract the eye and cause the mind to revert to that sturdy though savage ])eople who played so important a part in laying the foundation for modern England's glory and supremacy. It is, moreover, the only city in Great Britain where tlie traveller finds preserved without a break or gap the ancient Avails which characterize the strongholds of mediaeval civilization. Perhaps nothing will arrest the attention of the stranger at first sight so much as the striking contrasts which meet his view on every hand. Here the new jostles against the old. One sees grim poverty, grime, and squalor, which is the shame of modern civilization, almost under the shadow of that concen- trated wealth which is the pride and boast of shallow conven- tionalism; here tram-cars covered and bedecked with monstrous and unsightly advertising boards, which would amaze if they did not chagrin the thrifty Yankee pill-maker and soai)-manu- facturer, run close beside ancient buildings of curious archi- tecture and rich in historic interest; and here also one steps from the modern steam launches which ply the River Dee, and in half a minute's walk finds himself under the ivy-tapestried walls of the venerable ruins of the Church of St. John the Bap- tist, or beside the solid masonry of the ancient city walls. But perhaps no one finds so much geraiine interest in this quaint old town as the student of history, for the story of Chester stretches back until it is lost in the mists of tradition, and it has been the theatre of so many memorable struggles in tlie history of England, that turn where you will, you see ob- 66 persons, BMaces an^ lIDeas. J^Wip BISHOP LLOYD'S HOUSE. SEE PAGE 79. tre, in the marches of Englonde, towards Wales, betwegne two arms of the see, that bee named Dee and 3Iersee. Thys cy te in tyme of Britons, was hede and chj^efe cyte of all Venedocia, that is, North Wales. Thys cyte in Brytyshe spech bete Carthleon, Chestre in Eng- lyshe, and Cyte of Legyons also. For there laye a wynter the legyons that Julius Cezar sent for to wyne Irlonde. And after, Claudius Cezar sent le- gyons out of the cyte for to wynn the Islands that be called Orcades. Thj^s cyte hath plente of lyve land, of corn, jects which call up the rude freedom of the ancient Britons, the refined luxur^^ of the long vanished civilization of the Roman era, or the tempestuous strug- gles of the Middle Ages, According to tra- dition this city was a place of importance long before the Ro- mans made it one of the strongest posts in ancient Albion. In the curious chro- nicles of the monk Ranulph Iligden, published in 1495, we find the following allusion to Chester in quaint old English phraseology : " The cyte of Le- gyons, that is Ches- A ROMAN ALTAR FOUND IN EXCAVATION IN CHESTER DURING PRESENT CENTURY. Gbcstcr*ou*tbe*Bee. 67 of flesh, and specy- allj'of samon. Thys cy te receyveth grate marchandyse, and sendeth out also. Northumbres des- troyed tliis cyte sonietyme, but El- fleda, Lady of Mer- cia, bylded it again, and made it mouch more. " In thys cyte ben ways under erth, with vowtes and stone werke, won- derfully wrought, three chambered workes, grete stones ingrave with old mannes names there- in. Thys is that cyte that Ethel- frede, Kyng of Nor- thumberlonde, des- troyed, and sloughe there fast by nygh twothousand monks of the mynster of Banger. Thys is the cyte that Kyng Edgar came to,^ some tyme, with seven Kyngs that were subject to hym." The tradition of this worthy monk, however, lacks historical confirmation, and it is not until the Roman conquest that we have authentic data regarding Chester. Some conception of the size and importance of this ])lace after tke famous Twentieth Legion had become Avell established on the Dee, may be gained from the Roman ruins which excavations of the present century have brought to light; among these are the ruins of a Roman bath and forum and numerous excellently engraved altars, to- gether with fragments of architecture which speak of wealth, refinement, and culture, surprising to contemplate when we re- member how remote was the wonderful little city from the great pulsating heart of Rome. History indicates that the dazzling spectacle of the southern conquerors, their superior civilization and far-reaching knowl- edge, no less than the consideration accorded those of their THE OLD STANLEY PALACE. SEE PAGE Cbester*on=tbe*IDee. 69 conquered foes who cheerfully yielded to the foreign yoke, together with the order established and justice meted out, cap- tivated many of the British chieftains, wlio made haste to form as close an alliance as possible with their splendid conquerois, adopting the Roman language, customs, and dress, and becom- ing practically the willing vassals of Roman authority. For almost four centuries the eagles of the Empire were raised aloft on British soil, and during this period the Romans on numer- ous occasions successfully repulsed the invasions of the fierce northern tribes and in various ways protected the British, much to their ultimate injury, as succeeding events proved, for the British lost that magnificent independence, that sturdiness and self-reliance, which had previously made it difticult for even the trained legions of the Csesars to overcome them. They came to lean as inijdicitly on the strong arm of their conquerors as our slaves before the war were wont to look to their masters for protection and direction. In a word, they exchanged their old-time independent spirit for that of the child or the slave. It is always perilous for an individual, a nation, or a race to step at a single bound from a savage to a civilized condition ; for the law of life is the law of growth, and until the ethical or spiritual nature has been in a degree matured, those things which come as fruits of evolutionary development are liable to prove of irreparable injury; and this sudden transition on the part of the Britons, lacking the element of gradual growth which gives strength and permanency, offers a melancholy illustration of this fact. They became enervated and grew to be servile imi- tators of their masters, and after the Romans left Biitain his- tory indicates that Romano-Britons rapidly relapsed into semi- barbarism without regaining their old-time daring or the power of initiative and Teadership. But we have been anticipat- ing events. Returning to Chester we find that for more than three centuries following the arrival of the Twentieth Legion the city grew in size andimportance, and had Rome remained healthy or even continued to possess to a fair degree the vigor of early days, the probabilities are that in time the whole of Great Bi-itain would have come under the rule of tlie amalgamated races and the civilization of Albion Avould have suffered no eclipse. But fate willed it otherwise, and at length the hour came when the can- cer of corruption which had long been eating into the vitals of the mistress of the world wrought the ruin which generations before had been foi-eseen and predicted by the noblest Roman philosophers. In a fatal hour the mask of Mars and the mantle of Jupiter fell, and lo ! instead of invincible power and incar- nate majesty, nothing remained but a decrepit, disease-eaten PHCEXIX TOWl :r from t t'lTNESSED ■WAS FROM THIS T0W?:R THAT I F HIS FORCES AT ROWTON MOOR. (Ibester*on*tbc=IDec. 7i form, incapal)le of self-government because wanting in moral worth, coui-age and self-reliance, and necessitating the sum- moning of the Roman legions from remote quarters to Italian soil. It was a sad day for Britain when the last of the Romans quitted her shores, for with the departui-e of the soldiers, the iiower of the young Romano-Britons also embarked in quest of fame, glory and gold ; while the Picts and Scots immediately began their incursions from the North. Very pitiful were the petitions of the Britons for succor, but Rome was unable to aid them longer, and the memorable plea entitled " The Groans of the Britons" failed to bring any material aid from their old- time conquerors. In their extremity the terrified and enervated sons of Albion turned to the sturdy Jutes for help. The suc- cor was readily extended, the invaders were driven back, but the allies were as much impressed with the rich heritage of Roman civilization as they were struck with the effeminacy of the Britons; they determined to become possessors of so goodly a land, and brutal conflicts ensued which ended in Anglo-Saxon supremacy. Chester was one of the spots most coveted l)y the Teutonic conquerors, but the Britons defended it with far more spirit than was their wont. It was therefore the theatre for many bloody conflicts, and in 607, when yEthelfrith marched upon Chester, the Britons were defeated in one of the most desperate engagements of this bloody period. The battle was fought a short distance from the city and is memorable for the slaughter of twelve hundred iinarmed monks. The story of this massacre is thus graphically described by the historian Gi-een : " Hard by the city two thousand monks were gathered in one of tiiose vast religious settlements which were characteristic of Celtic Christianity, and after a three days' fast a crowd of these ascetics followed the British army to the field, ^thelfrith watched the wild gestures of the monks as they stood apart from the host with arms stretched in prayer, and bade his men slay them in the coming fight. 'Bear they arms or no,' said the king, ' they war against us when they cry against us to their God'; and in the surprise and rout which followed the monks were the first to fall." Chester was one of the last strongholds of strategic and com- mercial importance to fall before the Saxon power, as at a later day it was the last English city of consequence to bow to the Norman conqueror. The Saxons were not long permitted to enjoy in peace the land that they had thus ruthlessly seized. The dauntless, strong- limbed, red-haired Danes lighted upon England and swept the Cbester*on*tbe*H)ee. coast upon all sides. These cliildren of Mars and Neptune, who were characterized by their ferocity and fearlessness, took pos- session of Chester in the year 894. They, however, only held it for a shoi-t time. In 907 Ethelred, Earl of Mercia, aided by his illustrious wife Ethellleda, the daughter of Alfred the Great, restored and so en- larged the walls of Chester that they embraced the castle which had hitherto stood without the city. This indicates that the castle was a fortress of inipoi-taiice long before the days of Earl Hugh Lupus, who rei)aired and added to it instead of build- ing it as some writers have assumed. Ethellleda was a woman of great strength of mind and executive ability, and from the fragmentary testimony of the ancient chroniclers, who were ever loath to exaggerate the abilities of women, we are led to believe that she in- herited many of the noble qualities of her illustrious father. It appears that, largely from her intliience, the city regained some of its old prestige, and it was not until some time after her death that it ceased for a time to be a Saxon strong- hold. In the early seventies of the tenth century King Edgar occupied the city of Chester, and his fleet is said to have filled the River Dee. Edgar, it will be remembered, was one of the most powerful of the Saxon kings, even winning the title of " King of English and all of the nations round about." According to a generally accepted tradition eight British kings or chieftains came to GOD'S PROVIDENCE HOUSE. SEE PAGE 74 persons, places ant) 1[&eas. Chester to do Lim homage. During their stay they rowed him on the River Dee. Edgar was small of stature, and one night after this episode, and while the chieftains were still at Edgar's court, one of their numbers, a Scotch king named Kenneth, who had drunk somewhat deeply, exclaimed, " How is it that all of us, so raan}^ kings as we are, should serve a king who is smaller than any of us ? " This gossip was promptly A TAUT Ol' THE KUINS OF TUE CUUKCll OF ST. JOHN. carried to Edgar, who heard it in silence, but soon afterwards requested Kenneth to accompany him to a forest near at hand. Arriving, the king produced two swords, and handing them to the Scottish chieftain said, " Choose whichever weapon you de- sire to use, and let us see which is the better man." Kenneth, however, refused to fight, protesting that he spake onl}^ in jest and because he was under the influence of wine. After the Saxons were overpowered by the Normans, the Conqueror created the earldom of Chester and gave it to his Cbestcr*ou*tbc=S)ee. 77 nephew Hugh Lnjnis, who repaired the castle and established a court much after the manner of the petty kings of that period. Many indeed are the interesting happenings connected with this quaint old place since the days when William the Conqueror triumphantly entered her walls after his terrible march. But the most memoi-able historic event connected with Chester did not take place until long after the Normans and Saxons had amalga- mated and the modern English nation rose as the legitimate result of this union. When Charles the First and the English Parliament came to a direct issue Chester ardently espoused the cause of the king, and in the autumn of 1642 Charles was warmly welcomed within the city walls. After his departure vigorous work was at once inaugurated for offensive and defensive warfare. The royal troops under the command of Sir Nicholas Byron were loyally supported by the citizens. The walls were strengthened and active preparations were begun, looking toward a possible siege. In 1643 the city was fiercely assaulted by the Parliamen- tary army, but the result proved far more disastrous to the be- siegers than the besieged, and from this time until 1645 many futile attempts were made to take the city by storm. On the twenty-seventh of September King Charles, accompanied by his guards, effected an entrance into Chester, where he was enthusi- astically received ; but on that same fateful day the king, accom- panied by the mayor and other notables, ascended the stairs to the summit of what is now called Phoenix Tower, where they witnessed the disastrous defeat of the royal forces under Sir Marmaduke Langdale at Rowton Heath or Moor. The day fol- lowing this bitter disappointment the king succeeded in escaping from the city. " If you do not receive relief within eight days surrender the garrison," said the king to his faithful otticer on departing. Yet it was not until starvation drove the soldiers and citizens to eat cats, dogs and horses that they entertained the idea of submitting ; not until all hope of succor had van- ished — not until they had received the tenth summons to sur- render, did the city yield. On the third of February, 1646, Chester fell into the hands of the Parliamentary party. The terrible sweating sickness on several occasions visited this place, proving exceptionally fatal; and during the years extending from 1602 to 1605 the plague also devastated the city and region round about in a most appalling manner. So great were the ravages that the fairs Avere suspended and the courts were removed to other ])laces. In those days the visitations were thought to be punishments sent by God for the wickedness of the city, but we of the present time would exj)lain the cause Cbester:=on*tbe:=2)ee. 79 somewhat differently. The ravages of the plague were evi- dently largely the result of the short-sightedness, the ignorance and lack of cleanliness on the part of the citizens. Knowledge and recognition of the laws of health and sanitation Avould liave greatly reduced its fatality. But man is slow to learn, and it is only in the school of bitter experience that the most important lessons are inculcated. So long as he insists on sitting in dark- ness, spurning reason, and revering superstition, he must neces- sarily suffer the consequences of his ignorance. In the years 1647 and 1648 the plague visited Chester for the last time, but during this period a fearful mortality marked its presence. More than two thousand died between June and April. In this connection I must refer to a quaint building which is sure to be pointed out to the visitor. It was first built in 1652, and has smce been restored so as to represent exactly the original building in all respects. It is called "God's Providence House," and bears the inscription in bold letters across the main beam, "God's providence is mine inheritance." The natural supposition which first occurs to the visitor is tliat this ostenta- tious inscription was an outcropping of the canting pharisaism which swept over England after the downfall of Charles I; but any intimation of this nature is promptly repudiated by the natives of Chester, who insist tliat this house was the only resi- dence on Watergate Street wliich escaped the ravages of the plague during the years 1647 and 1648, and in gratitude for the deliverance the owner placed the pious inscription across the front of his home. Speaking of this unique house reminds me of two other build- ings of a qvcisi public character which are of interest to visitors. One is the old Stanley Mansion erected in 1591, which is the best and oldest specimen of ancient timber houses in Chester. A melancholy interest attaches to the history of this building, for it was from it that the ill-starred Earl of Derby was led to his exe- cution at Bolton. Tlie other house I have in mind is known as the Bishop Lloyd Palace, which bears the date of 1615, and is adorned with curious carvings representing a number of sub- jects which are supposed to be more or less pious, among which maybe mentioned Adam and Eve in "sinless nudity," Cain killing Abel, Abraham offering up Isaac, some New Testament conceptions, together with the coat of arms of King James II and that of the worthy bishop. These places, however, though curious and worthy of atten- tion, are far less interesting than many of the more famous at- tractions of Chester, among which are the celebrated " Rows " which are unique among shops, and about the origin of which there has been no end of controversv. These Rows consist of 60 persons, places an& ir^eas. The following poem of Mr. Clark will awaken an echo in thousands of the most earnest hearts of our land who long to join in the songs of the happy, but who hear so clearly the cries of the victims under the wheels that their hearts grow heavy and their voices fail to utter a sound in the chorus of joy. A SoiKj (,f the Period. "Oh! weave us a bright and cheerful rhyiue, Of our land '.vhere the tis tvvv .urows." And the air is sweet in the New-Year time With the breath of the new-born rose." This niessajie fell while the engine roared By the wharf at the city's feet Where the white-winged birds of trade lay moored In a vast, imnumbered fleet. It filled my ears as we moved away, And the iron wheels rolled on From the noisy town and the sobbing bav To the wilds of Oregon — Where the mountain cloud and the mossy sod Are kissed l)y the self -same rills. And the torrents beat like the pulse of God lu the hearts of the ancient hills. And I sung of the broad and generous fields That wei-e fresh with a promise rare; Of the mother-breast that sweetly yields All life to the people's prayer. But my soul grew sad with a minor tone From the souls of the outcast poor Who begged for work — and received a stone — As they tramped o'er the lonely moor. Tlieii I thought of the land whose faith was sealed By the blood of the brave and great. Of the strong, fierce bird and the starry shiehl That guarded the halls of state; Brt the Eagle watched o'er the idle geld That was heaped on the rich man's tioor, AYhHe the gaunt wolf leered at the toiler's fold And howled by the poor man's dooi-. I cannot join the old-time friends Tu their iiKM-ry games and sports While the ph^ading wad of the poor ascends To the .Judge of the I'p))er Courts; And I cannot r.ing the glad, free songs That tlie world around me sings While mv fellows move in cringing throngs At the beck of the gilded kings. after Sixt^ l^ears, 53 considering. By changing the word Whit fir)' to ihis poet in the following we have a more graphic and concise char- acterization of James G. Clark than it would be possible for me to give : '"He has not put his talent out at ])rofitable interest by cater- ing totheinsolentandphaiisaicalself-esteeniof the tinies,no5' has he hidden it in the damask of historical common])laces, or a philanthropy too nniviMsal to concern itself wilh par- ticular wrongs, the jiractical redressing of which is all that renders philanthropy of value. Most poets are content to follow the s])irit of their age as pigeons follow a leaking grain cart, picking a. kernel here and there out of the dry dust of the past. Not so with [this poet]. From the heart of the onset upon the serried mercenaries of every tyranny, the chord of his iron-strung lyre clangs with a martial and trium})hant cheer." Mr. (Mark, like William Morris, Mr. Howells, and many others of our finest contemi)orary thinkers, has become an ardent social democrat. rerha]»s he is not quite so extreme in his views as the English poet, but I imagine he holds opinions much the same as those entertained by ^Ir. Howells, and he is even more aggressive than th(^ Anieii- can novelist, which is saying much, when one considers Mr. Howells' fine and brave work of recent years, and es]>ecially his bold satire on i)resent-day injustice, in "A Traveller from Altruria." In the ]»resent ])aper I wish to group together a few poems of humanity, written by ^Ir. Clark since he passed his sixtieth mile-post. They are timely utterances, imi)ressing the great truth so nobly presented by Mazzini that '"Life is a mission," "Life is duty," and similarly expressed by Victor Hugo when he declares that "Life is conscience." Mr. Clark is one of the poets of the people, and he clothes the eternal verities of which he s])eaks in simple and effective imagery, sometimes turning to nature, sometimes to the Bible, for his figures. H(M-e is a really noble creation, a poem well worthy of living in the i)atriotic heart: Frredoni'fi Rfrrillc. The timo hns pnssod for Mle rest: Columbia, from your shuuber rise! Replace the shield upou your breast. Aud cast the veil from off your eyes. And view your torn and stricken fold — Py ni'owlinp- wolves made (^esolate — Your honor sold for alien gold Ey traitors in your Halls of State. 82 persons, places anC> UDeas. fee afforded him pleasure. This old gentleman looked like one accustomed to play the part of a heavy tragedian in a melodrama. He had apparently become so thoroughly en rcqyport with the cause of the ill-starred king that no saint could have awakened in his mind profounder feelings of love and reverence than the English ruler whose life in prosperity Avas as disappointing, to say the least, as his demeanor in adversity was calculated to soften the criticism which his pi'osperous years would seem to merit. Leaving the tower and continuing our walk, we soon reach a picturesque spot of special interest a little beyond the beaten path which would be taken by those only interested in " doing " the city in the shortest possible time. I refer to the ancient water-tower, erected when the tidal waters of the Dee flow^ed up to the city walls. Here in olden times ships were made secure to great rings and bolts fastened in the massive walls of this tower. Pausing here for a moment to note the silver and green of the river basin and the lowlands once covered with water, one is reminded that for centuries in the long vanished past Chester Avas the principal commercial seaport of North England.* And as a well known author has recently pointed out, that which de- stroyed Chester's commercial supremacy made Liverpool, for it was not until the upheaving of the estuary of the Dee, accom- panied by the submergence of the forest of Leasow and the hollowing out of the great Mersey harbor, that Chester became practically an inland town and the commercial star of Liverpool rose. Leaving the old water-tower we soon find ourselves walking along that part of the wall which affords an excellent view of that" wonderful piece of masonry known as the Grosvenor's Bridge, consisting of a single arch two hundred feet in length and forty feet high. This is said to be the longest single stone arch in Europe with the exception of a bridge on the Danube ; it is certainly a marvel of beauty and skill, and the view from this point of the wall is surpassingly beautiful. Continuing our walk we soon reach the famous castle of Chester just within the city walls. This building is very notice- able owing to the style of architecture suggesting ancient Greece and Rome ; it contrasts boldly with the imposing Norman ruins, the unique architecture of the shopping district, and the hope- lessly prosaic modern buildings which one finds on every hand. Probably the most interesting feature connected with the castle is the old tower. Here, the inhabitants of Chester never fail to tell you. King James the Second received the sacrament during his stay in the city. But its walls have mtnessed things which most of our readers would regard as of vastly more importance than this fact, which I mention simply to illustrate how firmly the * See Encyclopreclia Britannica, ninth edition. Cbe5ter*on*tbe*Dee. 83 "divine-right " iilea seems to hold a place in the mind of the average Englishman. Turning from the castle and continuing our walk along the walls, we soon find ourselves opjDOsite the raj)ids or falls "of the little river, which for centuries have turned the wheels for the celebrated mills of the Dee. The mills are to-day, however, rather unsightly buildings, with their numerous broken window- panes and general air of dilapidation. I shall never forget the emotion I experienced on one evening in August, 1894, when standing on this old wall overlooking the Dee. The sun was sinking behind the hills, giving a peculiar though transient brilliancy to the marvellously beautiful land- scape, and lighting up A\dth unusual splendor the few fugitive clouds which floated in the sk3% A shower had passed about two hours before, leaving the air fresh and redolent wdth the odors of trees and flowers. In the distance were the hills of Wales; from below came the rushing sound of the rapids of the Dee, while behind rose the din of the city, now dying away as night stole softly on. The scene was one never to be forgotten, and as I stood upon the solid Avails viewing the ancient thoroughfare which had been hewn out of solid rock by the Roman soldiers at a time when Christianity was still young, my mind reverted to the past and I thought of the march of time and the strange vicissitudes of life, and a panorama of events passed before me which I shall never forget. Upon the banks of this wonderfully beautiful river and proba- bly on the very site of Chester the ancient Britons lived their rude and careless life. Here the Roman eagles were planted and a military camp was established which grew into a city, while the soldiers of the Empire made this sjjot their home and wedded British maidens. Here were built a forum, a public bath, and doubtless temples to the deities of the Tiber ; in short, the glory of Roman civilization was reproduced in miniature. Then the scene changed, and I beheld the flower of Chester's manhood departing for im]ierilled Rome. The bitterness of that parting was a precursor of a gloomy time for women, maid- ens and children. I saw the star of Briton sink and the suprem- acy of the Saxons established even in Chester. Then came the savage Danes, those sons of war and water, who seized the city but were shortly after driven from her walls. I saw the noble daughter of Alfred the Great holding her court in the castle, flushed with love and victory, and listening with swelling breast to the rude songs of valiant deeds. The scene again shifted, and now it was the Saxon sun which was setting, and I noted the widowed queen of Harold seeking a refuge in this town, which proved to be the last Saxon city to 84 persons, places auD HDcas. yield to tlie Conqueror. I saw tlie Normans come and a new civilization rise on the ruins of British, Roman, and Saxon do- minion. I recalled the fact that at the court of the earls of Chester life was lived in much the same careless way that char- acterizes the very rich of our time, although there was less of artificiality on the one hand, while on the other ignorance and serfdom enveloped the masses. I remembered that it was here in 1399 that Richard II. was brought captive on his fatal journey to the tower of London, and here also Charles the First had witnessed the defeat of his forces less than four years before his execution. I saw the misery of the jDeople during the years of the sweating sickness, which, however, paled into insignificance before the plague which visited Chester at later periods. I marked the maich of humanity with the onward current of the years, the fitful rise of races, and their fatal falls through failure to grasp and assimilate the supreme lesson of lessons, which alone holds the secret of enduring civilization, and which is summed up in that mngic trinity. Freedom, Fraternity and Justice; and I thought how slow of heart is man to learn the august truth noted above and which is epitomized in the golden rule. Yet this is the lesson Avhich this city no less than all history teaches. All civilization will decay and fall until man comes to himself sufticiently to appreciate the fact that any foundation save that of spiritual supremacy will sooner or later prove shifting sands; all endur- ing progress must be grounded on high ethical truths. Never befoie had this thought come home to me with such compelling force as at this solemn moment. I saw more clearly than ever ])efore that any nation or civilization which yields to selfism and permits the lower to gain supremacy over the higher, which turns a deaf ear to the demands of fundamental justice, which ignores the spirit of human brotherhood, and allows the canker of egoism to corrui)t laws and public opinion, Avill sooner or later go out in darkness. This is the story which is told by the decay of Roman civilization; indeed, it is tiie capital lesson of all historj^ no less than it is tlie cardinal truth incul- cated by true religion and philosophy. Might may conquer for a day. Money may pollute and corrupt and thereby turn aside justice for a time, but right alone possesses the element of per- sistency, and never until man recognizes justice and altruism as the foundation upon which civilization must be built, will progress be permanent or happiness become a heritage of humanity. These thoughts reminded me of the sadder and more tragic side of life in Chester, for this city is no exception in this respect to other similarly populous centres of life in Europe and America. In fact it seemed to me that there was here an unusually large (Ibester*on*tf3e*Dee. 85 percentage of persons who were eager to obtain the priirUege of earning a few pennies. Here as elsewhere, witliout doubt, poverty is greatly aggravated by the liquor traffic. I have seldom seen a city where there seemed so many "inns," "cel- lars," and "vaults," names designating places where liquor may be bought, as here; and some of these designating titles were peculiarly suggestive ; as for example, 1 noticed on one occasion in bold letters the " Raven Vaults " as a title for what we would term in this country a saloon. The sight of that name instantly arrested ray attention as it seemed so appropriate ; I remembered the raven was popularly considered the " bird of ill omen." It is associated with the idea of misfortune, of misery, and of darkness; as the word "vaults" is strikingly suggestive of the final resting- place of the dead. Ill-fortune, misery, and death — such were symbolized by the name of this saloon ; and I thought how ap- propriate would be such a designation for all places where man is debased and debauched by strong drink. In justice to Chester, however, I would say that during my stay of over two weeks I saw comparatively little drunkenness in spite of the great number of saloons. The reason, I think, is to be found in the fact that malted drinks rather than stronger liquors are chiefly consumed. The long rows of homes of the poor, filling many streets, are characterized as a rule by stone floors Mhich are usually kept scrupulously clean. Another thing I noticed which impressed me with mingled pleasure and pain was the number of flowers seen on all sides. People who had no giound in which to plant their seeds, had their windows filled with com- mon flowers, showing the presence of the innate love of the beautiful. It made me heartsick to think that the divine im- pulse, that intei-ior love of the artistic, should have so little to feed upon in the narrow confines of wretched streets. I Ijclieve, however, that a better day is at hand for hnmanity. There may be hours of darkness before us, but surel}^ we are in the midst of a transition period, and to-day carries greater 2:)ossibilities for mankind than any previous birth-eia, for we are on a higher rung of the spiral ladder, and education is more diffused. Hence I do not despair. I see the horrid inequality and injustice ; I feel the wrong endured by the people ; but I know that the forces of light are working with us, and if we do our duty the day will soon dawn, not for Chester or England alone, but for the woi-ld. " I have faith in freedom and good," wrote John Bright during the darkest hours of our Civil War, and so I feel to-da3^ The future is with us, and I believe that before a generation has passed the greatest emancipation proclamation of which man lias yet dreamed, will be issued. It is to this end that all men and women of the new time must consecrate their hisT^hest and noblest endeavors. strolls IBc^on^ tbe Malls of Cbcstcr; witb Glimpses of tbe (Tountrv^ Scat of tbc E)uIk^ of Mcstintnstcr ant) tbc Iboinc of m. jE» 6lat)*= stone. I. The Dior/enes of the Dee. On the iiioiniiig of the l22d of August, 1894, our little party strolled along the banks of the Dee toward the old city wall. We had left behind us the ruins of the church of St. John the Baptist and the beautiful Grosvenor l*ark with its velvet-like carjjet of emerald and its exceptionally luxuriant shrubbery. Owing to the fact that it was somewhat cloudy, we were debating whether it would be wise to take one of the steam launches for our long contemplated visit to the country seat of the Duke of Westminster, when a weather- beaten boatuian im})ortuned us to take a sail upon the river. "It will be a tine morning to visit Eaton Hall," he urged in the broad accent of the English laboring man, "and it will be helping me if you will let me take you there." 1 will not attempt to repeat either here or on the folloAving pages the language, nor to imitate the quaint phraseology of this striking individual who clearly was guileless of any extensive acquaintance with the English grammar, but who was, nevertheless, a remarkable man. He was an earnest and thoughtful reader and an independent thinker, and I should say in many respects an excellent type of the sturdy yeomanry who so largely represent the strength of England. I afterwards learned he had saved more than a score of lives from accidental drowning in the treacherous waters of the Dee; he had also rescued several persons who, under the influence of drink, or crushed by adversity, sought the sui- cide's end in the still hours of the night. He was strong limbed; his face was bronzed with sun and wind — his coun- tenance was open and bore a sturdy expression. He must have been fifty years of age, but was far stronger to all strolls BeponD tbe Malls of Cbester. 87 appearances tlian are many pampered sons of wealth at Thirty-five. Still, his bowed shoulders and the deep wrinkles together with a certain sadness or gravity which seemed to grace his resolute brow, indicated that his lot in life had been by no means easy, and that much anxiety and care had been mingled in his cup of life. He was quite talkative, very much of a cynic at times, but frequently his remarks were exceedingly thoughtful, and more than once he re- flected in a striking manner ideas which 1 had heard ex- pressed with less perspicuity by toilers with whom I had chanced to fall into conversation in Dover, London and Liverpool. His outlook on life and public matters, though frankly given in quaint and homely speech, evinced much of the philosopher, and was so strikingly opposite to the views held by the owner of Eaton Hall, that I jotted down much that passed between us, and will preface my descrip- tion of the palatial country seat of the Duke of West- minister with some of the observations made by our Di- ogenes of the Dee. After pointing out many places of interest on the banks of the river, something was said of Judge Hughes, the emi- nent English author and his experiment at Rugby, Ten- nessee. The judge is a resident of Chester, and our philoso- pher seemed to regard him highly. "He is considerable of a man," he said, "and that is more than can be said of a good many who pride themselves in the possession of titles and wealth." "We are from America," 1 observed, "and you know we do not care for titles as you do over here, but I would like to know your opinion of the Duke." The old man eyed me narrowly a moment and it seemed to me that an incredulous smile played for an instant around his lips at my reference to our contempt for titles. I felt there was a remark upon his lips which might have called to mind the exorbitant prices recently paid by many daughters of our "mushroom aristocracy" for broken-down lords, dukes and princes, rich only in empty titles, but I fancy his native shrewdness checked him from making a remark which might possibly offend us. After a moment's reflection he said, "The present Duke is entirely unlike his father, who was very generous and did more for Chester than any person within my recollec- tion. You have seen his statue in Grosvenor Park?" We assented. "Well then you know something of the kind of looking man he was; no one could ever mistake him for his coachman; but the present Duke [and here our philosopher strolls Bei^onb the Malls of Gbester. 89 shook bis head sadlv] is ven* different; lie does not look at all like a man of quality." I observed that looks were sometimes deceptive. "I know," he replied, "but this is not one of those cases. He is close, he never ^ives Chester anything to speak of, he seems to think chielly of himself and his pleasure, al- though he is anxious to be regarded as a philanthropist. They say lie has tlie largest rental income from London property of any man in England; I don't remember the exact figures, but I have them at home, and it is almost too big to believe." "I have noticed it stated that the Duke is very generous and that he gives all fees from visitors to the palace to charitable institutions," I observed. "Now there is a case in point," said our cynic. "You see the Duke is very proud of his i)alace; it is one of the finest in England if not in Euroi)e, and he wants visitors from every- where to see it; that satisfies his vanity just as the vanity of other men is satisfied in other ways. But, by charging, for charity's sake, a shilling to see the palace and a shilling to go through the gardens and conservatories, he is able to turn over about five hundred ])Ounds a year to the Chester Infirmary. Rhyl Convalescent Home and other like institu- tions. This is heralded far and near as an example of the Duke's generosity, and he is enabled to pose as a philan- thropist, while unthinking peo])le who work and suffer that such men as the Duke may s])end their time in luxurious ease and idleness in London, Scotland and elsewhere, read these accounts of his charity and are ready to throw up their hats and shout their praises; but that is only because they don't think," continued our philosopher in a slow and em- phatic tone. "But," he added earnestly, ''there are more and more working men in England every month who are learning to reason for themselves, and they say, and rightly say that we don't w^ant the crumbs that fall from these rich' men's tables any longer. We are tired of crawl- ing on our hands and knees for the bones and crumbs after we ourselves have supplied the materials for the feast. They say 'give us justice and not charity,' and you are from America so you can understand how they feel. They say that the Duke does not earn his vast income ; he don't even go to the trouble of collectino- it. London is increasing the value of his property all the time, and without his working he is ennbled to rean vast fortunes earned by others, while those who rent his nronerty often have to work hard days and stay awake nights worrying the life out of them to strolls Bcvon& tbe Malls of Cbester. ©i make ends meet and pay their rents. They have to cut down the wa^es of their employees to almost starvation point and their employees have to skimp and twist and turn and live a dog's life to live at all. Now why should the workers bear the burdens while society is all the time mak- ing this property more valuable and the man who has never done anything lives in ease and luxury oft" of it? That is not justice, and the people have a right to demand justice. Now I don't mean to say the Duke is worse than many other landlords, and think from what I read and hear that he is better than a great many of the money-lending class who are oppressing the people, but the whole system is wrong because it is not just and it is not according to the Scriptures, at least that is what these people say." "From my point of view I think they are right." I replied. "Do you think so? I am glad to hear you say that, for I agree with them too." From this time on our philosopher was very free in his criticism. "You spoke just now of the principles being unscriptural," I began. "Does not the Book say, 'If any will not work neither shall he eat'; now what does that imply?" he quickly interposed. "Yes, but that was not the point I had in mind. I wish to know the attitude of the clergy on the great social and political problems." The cynic shrugged his shoulders significantly. "I belong to the church," he answered, "but I have not attended service for a long time, because I found out that from the bishops dow^n, tine bonnets and good coats count for more than the heads and hearts of the people. Our clergymen are think- ing a good deal more about having an easy time or gaining popularity and having their names appear in the great papers, coupled with fair words, than they are concerned about the poor and the starving in their midst." "That is undoubtedly true in a large number of cases," T re])lied, "but there are many clergymen who are very difl'erent." "There may be enough exceptions to prove the rule I have given, but I doubt if there would be any to spare,'' promptly exclaimed the cynic in homely terms and vigor- ous tones. "Why, there are fifty- three thousand* members of the clergy in (Ireat Britain, not counting the dissenting ministers. Now if the INIaster should come as He came of *TVipsp fitnires are those of onr pliilosoplier. and T liave not been able to verify his statement, so simply give the number as he gave it to us. strolls JSci^onb tbe Malls ot Cbester. 93 old and He should go to the fishing towns and manufactur- ing cities of England and search out the poor and suffering; if He should mingle with them and give words of cheer to those of our time who correspond to those who were the pub- licans and sinners of His day, and at the same time should claim that He was the Lord and simply point to His life, teachings and works as proof of His assertions, do you think there would be any rusn of bishops in England to follow Him? No sir, I can tell you that if they followed Him it would be to testify in court against Him just as the Thari- sees and chief priests did of old." "I think you are correct in your conclusions," I assented. "The cry would be made by the clergy and the press to-day, as it was by conventional society and orthodox leaders in Jesus' time, thiit He was a wine bibber and a friend of publicans and sinners, or in a word, di.srcpiitahJe, not only unworthy of confidence but one who was an impostor mak- ing impious claims and, being a teacher of things that were fundamentally at variance with the existing social order, He should be summarily dealt with in order that society might be protected." "That is exactly it," exclaimed our philosopher, "and His very works would be denounced as imposition upon the ignorant, His motives would be judged and condemned, and not only the clergy and the courts, but the press and those of the masses who do not tJiiul', would join in the cry to dis- credit or destroy Him, just as the Jews did of old. T have often said this," continued the old man, "after I have heard our rectors preaching against the Jews for crucifying Jesus, while they carefully avoided anything in favor of justice here and iwn\" "There is too much dealing with generalities, too much skilful fighting shy of all remedies of a fundamental charac- ter in and out of the church the world over," I said, "but have you not found the dissenters more hospitable to the cause of the poor?" I shall never forget the look of contempt which appeared upon the bronzed face of the old man as he shrugged his shoulders in his characteristic way and replied, "I never attend chapeh but from what I hear they are all berries off of the same bush when it comes to handling these questions; they are not anxious to imitate the Master; it would not be safe. No, I never go to chapel." This was a striking illustration of the power of religious prejudice over a man who prided himself upon his independ- ence of thought and freedom from the trammels of conven- StvoUs :SBc\:on^ tbc malls of Cbcsret. 95 tionalisui. His look, toDe and moveineut, far more than his words, conveyed the scorn and contempt he felt for the dissenters, and 1 could easily understand how little it would take to fan the hanie of religious prejudice in such as he, until reason and justice would count tor naught. The old gentleman soon reverted to Eaton Hall and the family of the Duke, wdiose ancestors he meantime reminded us, origi- nally aided the Conqueror in robbing the rightful owners of their land. "The property of the Earl of Chester was stolen property in the beginning, and the fortune of the Uuke of West- minster is largely the result of laws which have been passed favoring classes. You see," he continued, "these men don't earn the money they get; they don't even hdi) earn it. At some time in their lives they come into possession of prop- erty which their fathers never earned, and which laws help them to increase, and they gain certain rights which also aid them, bnt their possessions are not the result of their earnings, while a large part of their wealth comes from poor men and women and children who are compelled to live such lives as the moneyed classes would not dream of having their dogs or horses live. Now you know that is not right, that is not just, and it is not according to the teachings of the Master." Clearly I thought our philosopher was not a Tory, wiiich suggested to mv niind the fact that within a few^ miles of Chester lived William E. (Iladstone, the idol of the Liberals. "You have one man living near Chester of whom I suppose you all feel ])roud." The philosopher looked up inquiringly. "Gladstone," replied one of our party. Again I noticed the characteris- tic shrug of the shoulders and something akin to contempt on his face as he replied, "According to my way of thinking, and there are a good many ])eople who agree with me, Glad- stone is the most overrated man in England. He is more of a politician than a statesman. He has been on both sides of nearly every great question that has come up in his time. Does that look like statesmanship?" "A sincere man will often change his mind and all great and worthy men will grow, as they advance in life, so as to see problems in a broader and nobler light than they at first conceived them," I replied. "If a man is always true to the fundamental ideals of justice and fraternity, always on the side of the oppressed, in seeking to relieve tlieir suffering by insisting on the carrying out of the Golden Rule as a law in o-overnment no less than betw^een man and man, he is to be 96 persons, places auo llDeas. respected, however mistaken he may be at times. It is treason to humanity and justice and a disregard to pledges and the sacrifice of fundamental denumds of justice to expe- diency or policy which are reprehensible in statecraft and which deserve our censure. Now does not Mr. Gladstone stand for humanity and progress? is not his pulse always beating with the heart of justice?" I continued. "No," he replied most decisively, "that is just the trouble with Gladstone; the votes to be won by appealing to the pop- ular and selfish interests of short-siglited Englishmen have led him to disregard the very things which you say are the essentials of a statesman. Look for instance at his attitude during your civil war, when John Bright stood for the cause of freedom; where did Mr. Gladstone stand? Now 1 do not believe that Mr. Gladstone would admit for a moment that he believed that African, or any other kind of slavery, was right, but it was deemed politic to appeal to the selfi^^h interests of Englishmen in sympathy with the great cotton states, and Gladstone did this; but was it the stand which a statesman would have taken? "I could mention several other instances," he added, becoming (piite earnest as he continu(Hl: "It is true he is always foremost in denouncing inhumanity and cruelty if it is in some foreign country, and there is no danger of his I>arty losing by such a stand, but that is not the test of a man's true greatness as I see it. No man knows better than Gladstone the real injustice suffered by the working classes of England to-day, and no one ])rofesses to be moie in sympathy with them; but his party has come under the control of the landlords and the moneyed classes, and there- fore he will not chami»ion any great reform of a radical character which would olfend the moneyed classes to whom the Liberals, no less than the Tories, look for support in carrying elections. I used to be a Liberal, but they have I>ledged reform to the working men too many times, and then when the real masters object to anything of a funda- mental character they make a flourish of trumpets and fire blank cartridges, but are very careful to do nothing; this ])leases their masters and deceives the peo]>le who do not think. The fact is, as T see it, the Liberal ])arty is more anxious to i)lease the rich than the Tories are just at pres- ent." "You think that the Libci'als have been ca]»tured by the landlords and lendlords of England, and being a party founded on democratic ideals and the ancient enemv of enthroned conservatism and wealth, thev are regarded with strolls Be\?on& tbe Malls of dbester. ■■1 •' 97 :,."n. (ir.AnsToxK axd his littlt. r.RA>— iDArr.nTri; TiniMim i.kkw. more suspiersonal and Inmie life of the man challenges the sincere admiration of all lovers of sturdi- ness and comjtarative siiuplicity, in an age when those in elevated stations are living a life permeated with artificial- ity and where too many of our reputed great men are vying with each other in wanton luxury and selfish indulgence. Mlntcr 2)a\)0 in 3^ori^a or (Bltinpscs of Xtfe In tbc Xan^ of tbe flDagnolia, tbe ©range anb tbc palnu I am writing by an open window overlooking the Halifax River. On the opposite bank, somewhat to the left, is Daytona, while on the right is the picturesque hamlet of Holly Hill, both in full view. It is the 8th of March, and the weather is ideal; a delightful breeze has been blowing since daybreak; the air is soft and balmy as that of a June morning in the North. At eight o'clock this morning a small tiotilla, consisting of two modest-sized steamboats, two naphtha launches and a sail-boat, passed my window. They came from Daytona and were bound for a -j^icturesque little fresh-water stream some distance north, which bears the quaint Indian name of Tomoka. The merry shouts and rollicksome laughter which came from the excursion- ists indicated that the multitudinous cares, anxieties and sorrows which shadow life had been banished for a few hours, and that pleasure and the beauties of nature were to be enjoyed with that wholesome abandon which is seen only when man escapes from the thraldom of conventionalism and draws near to Nature. As these little vessels, freighted with human loves, hopes and desires, passed from view, I involuntarily thought of that long- departed day when canoes, carrying the careless children of another I'ace, passed to and fro over the slow-moving Halifax ; when the stalwart red man trod the sands by the sea, fished in the ocean and the river, gathered wild fruit, and hunted game in the forests. I thought of that distant day, now about four cen- turies removed, when excited warriors brought strange stories of tbe coming of wonderful men from over the sea, whose faces were white, whose clothing was gay as the flowers which car- peted the forests, and who claimed to be messengers of the ^ g "^1^ .^.;r' r \ • ! J % ii^ r .#■ ;iW-"»%,if^ Minter Ba\^6 in 3flon&a. 109 Great Spirit. Doubtless some who heard these wonder stories shook their heads and laughed derisively, for human nature is the same in all ages. Others there were who, wishing to probe the mystery, were impatient to march northward in search of the strangers, who, if found, were to be interrogated, that they might know whether the god-men came as friends or foes. There were lovers then as now upon the banks of the Halifax River; and I doubt not that many an Indian maiden heard the strange rumor with mingled wonder and apprehension, followed by an oppressive, nameless dread, for woman's mind is ever more intuitive than man's. But gone are the hopes and fears of this people. And to-day only a small remnant of the race that hunted and fought over the Hower-decked sands of Floridaremains. The laughter and song of the old joyous times come to us as the perfume of their legends, and little more than tradition and story are left,* coupled with the quaint and oftentimes musical names which they gave to rivers, inlets and streams. The Halifax River is in reality a tide- water lagoon of half a mile in width. Into its waters empty many fresh- water streams which are exceedingly beautiful. The Tomoka, to which I have alluded, is perhaps the most popular. Its channel is sufficienth^ deep to permit boats to run several miles up its narrow, serpen- tine course. At a picturesque landing a few miles from its mouth a large, delightful log-cabin, with an immense old- fashioned fireplace, has been built in the midst of a wild scene of tropical tangle-wood — almost a jungle. Here picnic parties may be seen almost daily in an abandon of natural enjoyment. Staid men of business and women of brilliancy and culture for- get the solemn dicta of conventionality and become boys and girls again for a few brief hours. It is im])ossible for pen or camera to do justice to the beauties of the Tomoka. And yet this stream is only one of many equally picturesque though less navigable which empty their fresh waters into the salty Halifax. Since the day Ponce de Leon landed in quest of the Fountain of Youth, Spain, France, England and the Republic of the West have claimed, occupied, fought for, or sought by purchase to ob- tain this home of the magnolia, the orange and the palm. And yet there are probably few places which at first sight are so dis- appointing to tourists as Florida. The absence of the closely knit grass sod of the North, and the omnipresent sand, impress the stranger very unfavorably. *A few only of Seminole Indians remain. They dwell chiefly in the extreme southern part of the inhabitable region of Florida. They are divided into small bands of a few scores in number, the small remnants of once mighty tribes. These bands are presided over by chiefs as in olden days, and the title in some cases seems to be handed down from father to son. Thus, one band is to-day ruled by Tallahassee, another acknowledges Tiger Tails, while the son of this chief is designated Little Tiger Tails. Sometimes they seem to borrow appellations from the white nian which are more realistic and characteristic than romantic ; thus one of the chiefs bears the name of Billy Bowlegs. '^ 3 ' ^ ^ k;.. ^ j.^^_._,., . i_ . VI ! L.. „. ■ 1 ^.^A^-^. .- . ■^.-. ..- "1 _ 1 i |ni |1 minter Bavs in flori^a. in The winter of 1895 will long be remembered as a most disas- trous season to the Floridans, no less than it has proved disap- pointing to Northern tourists. The frosts, being the most severe known for over half a centur}', have Avrought havoc not only with the more tropical fruits, but with all trees belonging to the citron family, and many other less tropical plants have suffered severely. The ever ])resent groves of oranges, grape-fruit, limes, lemons and citrons, guiltless of leaf, flower or fruit, tell a tragic story of loss and ruin to patient, unremitting industry ; while for the tourist the state without the beauty of the orange trees, in their glory of leaf, flower and fruit, is shorn of one of its chief attractions. On previous visits to Florida my most southern points were St. Augustine and Palatka. This winter I came to Daytona and the Halifax Peninsula. Here the destruction wrought by the frost is everywhere discernible, but it has failed to rob this region of its beauty. The tall palmetto, the gaunt live-oak, draped in southern moss, the bay, magnolia and pine, together with numerous evergreens, shrubs and underbrush, clothe the earth in green, and with the soft and balmy atmosphere make one unconscious that it is yet winter, and would enable us to forget the frosts of the past few months, were we not continually reminded of them by the bare branches of the orange, lemon and lime trees, and the guava, oleander and many other shrubs. Half a mile from where I am writing the waves of the ocean are beating against the most magniflcent beach it has been my fortune to see. This morning I spent some time upon its warm white sands. There were enough clouds floating in the sky to prevent the sun from being unpleasant. A number of men and Avomen were revelling in the delights of sea-bathing in water warmed by the Gulf Stream. The ocean ever exerts a strange, undefinable, fascinating influ- ence over my mind. I never tire of watching its ever changing aspects or listening to its soft crooning, its impressive murmur- ing, its solemn warning, its mad threatening and its measureless fury. To-day, after enjoying the pleasure of the sea-bathers, I seated myself upon the sand and yielded to the fascinating spell of the ocean, and as the lights and shadows fell upon the waves I was reminded of Victor Hugo's descrii)tion of the sea, when an exile on the coast of Guernsey, and I felt the kinship of soul and the subtle relation of man to nature as those flne descriptive lines came into my mind in which the poet speaks of the ocean, " with its ebb and tiood, the inexorable going and coming, the noise of all the winds, the blackness and translucency peculiar to the deep ; the democracy of the clouds in full hurricane ; the won- derful star risings, reflected in mysterious agitation by millions '/!> " 4 J' -■&^^^^ ; ^'t. Minter IDa^s in jflonba. 119 of luminous Avave-tops — confused heads of the multitudinous sea — the prodigious sobbings, the half-seen monsters, the nights of darkness broken by bowlings ; then the charm, the mildness, the gay white sails, the songs amid the uproar, the mists rising from the shore, the deep blue of sky and water, the useful as- perity, the bitter savor which keeps the woi-ld wholesome, the harsh salt without Avhich all would putrefy ; that all-in-one, un- foreseen, and changeless; the vast marvel of inexhaustibly vai-ied monotony." I know of no finer characterization of the varying moods of the ocean than these graphic lines ; and if one is seated upon the beach or in view of the sea their full force comes home to the brain in an indescribably vivid manner. The beach, which extends along the Halifax Peninsula in one unbroken stretch for over twenty miles, is destined to be one of the most famous in the Western World, It is one long, contin- uous slope of smooth, white sand, so firmly packed by the incom- ing and outgoing waves that along the lower slopes it is almost as firm as an asphalt pavement, and thus affords unsurpassed facilities for driving and bicycling. At high tide, and especially after the sea has been rough, numerous many-tinted shells, from the nautilus and conch to the tiny sea clams, whose many tinted protecting cases are not unlike two petals of a dahlia's blossom, are strewn along the line which marks the water's highest limit; but below, the sand is smooth and firm. Early dawn, the reflected glory of the sunsets, the moonlight effects, and the mystery which ever seems a part of the darkness of the deep are never-ending sources of pure delight to all artistic natures. I have seen nothing which equalled the splendor of the ocean and sky at such times, except at Ostend on the North Sea. But, while speaking of sunsets, I cannot forbear mentioning the gorgeous panoramas which I have witnessed almost nightly on the Halifax River. Here in the foreground we have the tall palmettos, so thoroughly tropical in their appearance, and the gaunt live-oaks, draped in southern moss, very beautiful, but pre- senting a somewhat weird appearance. Beyond lies the river, smooth as glass and half a mile in width, and on the further side the forests of palmetto, oak, pine and other trees, inter- spersed with villas, and behind that the flame of the setting sun, varied from time to time with marvellous cloud effects ; the Avonderful reflections in the water, iridescent and luminous, re- vealing various shades of russet and gold, scarlet and crimson, silver and blue, — all combine to make scenes of beauty so entirely transcending words that in their presence one desires silence, that the mind may yield to the exquisite pleasure and feel the mystic spell of the divine, inspired by these matchless symphonies of color. ^ ^- L-.™-w^< THE I'ALMETTO IN BLOSSOM. miutcr iDa^3 in iflori^a. 127 ful than Ridgewood Avenue in Daytona, with its great live-oaks, heavily draped in Southern moss, its palmettos, magnolias and other varieties of semi-tropical trees, which form a deeply shaded vista, while on either side are beautiful and well-kept homes. Volusia Avenue, and indeed all the streets excepting Beach, where at present extensive improvements are being made on the water front, are models of neatness and as beautiful as they are striking to the Northern eye, unaccustomed to tropical vege- tation. Before closing this paper I must say a Avord about the flow- ers and fruits for which F'lorida is justly noted. The varieties of flowering trees and shrubs, as magnolia, orange, palmetto and oleander, are very numerous, and though the sands of this state are unfriendly to most kinds of grasses, it can truthfully be said that they favor the multitudinous flowers of many colors and gorgeous hues which flourish in wood and field. On the Halifax "Peninsula the chief fruits have been the orange, lime, lemon, grape-fruit, citrons, kumquat, guava, mulberry, Japanese plums, strawberries, mulberries, peaches, pears and grapes. Some pineapples and bananas are also raised here, but these flourish better further south, where are found in abundance the cocoanut and bread-fruit. Florida has been frequently termed the Italy of America. I do not think the points of resemblance are suflicient to warrant the appellation. Both lands are peninsulas, extending south- ward; each can lay claim to a mild and genial chmate, pro- tected from the severity of the northern blasts, and tempered in summer by the ocean breezes; each can boast of being the home of the citron family and other semi-tropical fruits ; but when we come to note the points of difference between the peninsula Avhich has so largely moulded our present civilization and our own Land of P^iowers, I think we shall find far more instances in which they are radically unlike than those in which there is any substantial likeness. Yet each holds charms peculiar to it- self, and, with regard to Florida, I think it is safe to say that in spite of her recent disaster her star is rising. I will close this sketch with a charming little poem written by Mr. C. C. Post and entitled M00XL1(4HT ox THE HALIFAX. Night on the river. The moon rides hij^h. The sea-breeze aa liispers. tlie pine trees sigh, The reeds on tlie river banks are aquiver. And the clouds :ire lilve dreams in the mooidit sl^y. A girdle of diamonds in silver set. Crossed and 'broidered with bands of jet. From the other shore where the palm-trees stand Is clasped at my feet by the shining sand. E OBAKGE KLOSSOM. M ■ifii/ ^■€- . ^^jj. ;s OF FLORIDA. MAGNOLIA BU 130 ipersons, places an^ fl^eas. Ami over the waters of silver and jet. And between the banks Avhere the palm-trees ris Float other clouds, like the clouds in the skies- Float white-winged boats with their light sails set. And lovers clasp hands 'neath the white sails set. And loves are told, and a beautiful dream Of life atloat on love's beautiful stream Is dreamed, as they sail through the silver and jet. And I say it is well that the moon rides high; Well that fleecy clouds fleck the moonlit sky; That the river is banded, with diamonds set. End)ossed and embroidered in silver and jet; Well that tall palms on its banks arise; Well that the pine tree whispers and sighs; Tliat the tide lifts up, with its furtherest reach, Its lijts. to the shells on the shining beach; Tliat lovers, afloat on its waters, seem Forever afloat on love's beautifid stream— And 'tis Aveli that I sit by the river and dream. 1Rclu3iou5 thought In Colonial S)av^6 as flDir** rorc^ in poeti\> anb Song, The transition of religious thought from the austere severity of the Reformation and the unquestioning ac- ceptance of papal authority, which marked a still earlier period, to the broad and truly catholic principles of moral government enunciated in the Sermon on the Mount, is becoming more and more pronounced Avith the passage of each succeeding decade. But so gradual has been the drift- ing that a vast majority of thoughtful peo2)le within the pales of the Church are scarcely conscious of the change ; much less do they appreciate how surely the still small voice from the nameless mount in Galilee is overpowering the thunderous tones of Niccca in Bithynia, which for more than fifteen centuries have controlled Christendom. Indeed, this grand transformation is being accomplished so naturally and so steadily that it is only at intervals, when some great divine in a popular church dares to think aloud, and voice that which is felt in the inmost soul of thoughtful people, that a ripple is caused on the placid water — a ripple which extends from mind to mind in an ever-broadening circle ; as, for example, when so eminent a churchman as Canon Farrar declares in favor of restoration ; a master brain like Professor Briggs announces that man may find God through the Bible, the Churchy or through Reason; when a leading divine like Dr. Lyman Abbott pronounces in favor of Evolution ; or yet, again, when a great church like the Methodist, after a severe battle for the infallibility of New Testament inspiration, relegates the Pauline injunction respecting women to its proper place among the dead and outgrown ideas of ancient Grecian thougiit. At such inter- vals as these, religious circles are for a time more or less convulsed; but a few years vanish, and the disturbers are canonized. iNIeanwhile humanity continues a steady, unin- terrupted ascent. 132 persons, places auD UDeas. The spiiitual growth of our jjeople remincb nie of a trav- eller, j Mirneying from the sea toward some lofty mountain range ; for mau}^ miles the ascent is so gradual that he is unconscious of any material rise. After passing a few low hill ranges he is aroused to the fact that he is rising materi- ally above the wave-washed lowlands. It is not, however, until he turns toward the sea, and casts a glance into the far distance, that the fact that the ocean is many thousands of feet below him, dawns on his mind. In like manner, so gradual, so natural, so irresistible have been the complex and multitudinous causes which have lifted Christian thought to a higher and diviner plane that it is only by examining ancient landmarks that we can fully appreciate the progress which has been made. Perhaps nothing will better illustrate this fact than poetry and hymnology of the past, and no spot affords a more striking illustration of this evolution of Christian thought than New England. The hymns which were sung with great fervor and feeling two hundred years ago, and the poetry which found greatest favor with the stern. Puritanical spirit of that age, thrills the average Christian of to-day with horror; and it is difficult for him to believe that any considerable number of persons ever believed that at the helm of the universe stood a Being so relentlessly despotic, so cruelly savage as the God our fathers most devoutly worshipped and in whom they had most implicit faith. Poems exceedingly popular among ultra-religionists two centuries ago, would be branded impious and sacrilegious by almost all Christians to-day, as will be readily seen when we examine some specimens of the poetry and sacred songs which were not only current but exceed- ingly po[)ular. One of the most famous clergymen who flourished in Massachusetts in the latter half of the seventeenth century was Eev. Michael Wiggles worth, a graduate of Harvaid University and the author of numerous widely read theolog- ical works in prose and poetry. His most celebrated poetical work was entitled " The Day of Doom," "■ a poem of the last judgment." The first edition of thi^ work consisted of eighteen hundred copies, which wa« exhausted within a year of its publication ; something very remarkable when it is remembered that books were rare in those days, and New England was sparsely settled. The first edition. TRelioious ITbouoFDt in Colonial H)a^s, i33 however, was only sufficient to whet the appetites of our colonial fathers. The work reflected perfectly the con- ception which a very large number of devout people enter- tained of God ; hence edition after edition was quickly sold. Not less than nine editions of this work were sold in New England in early times. It was also twice republished in England. From a commercial point of view it was the most remarkable success in the history of colonial literature, as it is stated that, next to the Bible and the almanac, more copies of "The Day of Doom" were sold than of any other work in colonial times. This success must have rested chiefly on the popularity of the thought contained, as, aside from weird poetic flashes now and then present, the literary quality of the work is far below mediocrity. The book was bound in sheep exactly like the binding employed for Bibles and hymn-books of the period. Each page bore marginal notes, giving the passages of Scripture which suggested the scene described. With these facts in mind, let us examine some verses from the poem. In the opening lines Mr. Wiggles- worth describes the Judgment Day : — Before his throne a trump is blown, Proclaiming the day of doom: Forthwith he cries, " Ye dead arise, And unto the judgment come." 'No sooner said, but 'tis obeyed; Sepulchres opened are : Dead bodies all rise at his call, And's mighty power declare. The saved are then judged, or rather their salvation is thus described : — My sheep draw near, your sentence hear, which is to you no dread, Who clearly now discern, and know your sins are pardoned. 'Twas meet that ye should judged be, that so the world may spy No cause of grudge, when as I judge and deal impartially. Know therefore all, both great and small, the ground and reason why These men do stand at my right hand, and look so cheerfully. These men be those my Father chose before the world's foundation, And to me gave, that I should save from death and condemnation. The elect having thus been disposed of, Jesus turns to those who were not of the company chosen for Him by God before " the world's foundation." After dealing with various classes of sinners in a manner which might well excite the envy of an Oriental despot whose heart had long been steeled 134 persons, places ant> 1I^eas. against all the divine emotions, Christ proceeds to judge those Avhose lives had been pure, holy, honest and upright, but whose greatness of soul had rendered it impossible for them to grovel before a God represented by His most zealous followers as infinitely more brutal and cruel than the worst man born of woman. The scene described is characteristic of the thought of the age, and when reading it one ceases to wonder that witches Avere hung in Salem, or that Roger Williams was banished from the Massachusetts Colony; for a firm belief in such a God would naturally inspire persecu- tion. This is the picture as seen through the poetical spectacles of the reverend gentleman : — Then were brought nigh a company of civil, lionest men That loved true dealing, and hated stealing, ne'er wrong'd their brethren ; "Who pleaded thus, " Thou knowest us that we were blameless livers; 'No whoremongers, no murderers, no quarrellers nor strivers." Jesus admits that they have been all they claim, but proceeds : — And yet that part, whose great desert you think to reach so far For your excuse, doth you accuse, and will your boasting mar. However fair, however square your way and work hath been, Before men's eyes, yet God espies iniquity therein. You much mistake, if for their sake you dream of acceptation: Whereas the same deserveth shame and meriteth damnation. This picture of infinite injustice, however, pales into in- significance before what follows. Dr. Wiggiesworth had a case to make out; it was a bad case; it outraged every instinct of justice and love in the fibre of manhood, but he had the audacity bravely to face the issue; and though we cannot praise his logic, we are forced to admire his courage. This is the fate he describes awaiting millions of little buds of humanity who passed from life in infancy : — Then to the bar, all they drew near who dy'd in infancy, And never had or good or bad effected pers'nally. But from the womb unto the tomb were straightway carried, Or at the last e'er they transgrest who tlius began to plead: If for our own transgression, or disobedience. We here did stand at thy left hand, just Avere the recompense; But Adam's guilt our souls hath spilt, his fault is charged on us: And that alone hath overthrown, and utterly undone us. Not we, but he ate of the tree, Avhose fruit was interdicted: Yet on us all of his sad fall, the punishment's intlicted. IRelioious Uboucjbt in Colonial Ba^^s. 135 How could -we sin that had not l)een, or how is his sin our Without consent, which to prevent, we never had a pow'r? great Creator, why was our nature depraved and forlorn ? Why so detiPd, and made so vil'd whilst we were yet unborn ? Behold we see Adam set free, and sav'd from his trespass, Whose sinful fall hath spilt us all, and brought us to this pass. Canst thou deny us once to try, or grace to us to tender. When he finds grace before thy face, that was the chief offender? Jesus is then represented as replying in the following language : — What you call old Adam's fall, and only his trespass, You call amiss to call it his, both his and yours it was. He was design'd of all mankind, to be a puljlick head, A common root, whence all should shoot, and stood in all their stead. He stood and fell, did ill ov well, not for himself alone, But for you all, who now his fall, and trespass would disown. If he had stood, then all liis l)rood, had been established In God's true love never to move, nor once awry to tread: Would you have griev'd to have received through Adam so much good, As had been your for evermore, if he at first had stood ? Since then to share in his welfare, you could have been content. You may with reason share in his treason, and in the punishment. You sinners are, and such a share as sinners may expect. Such you shall have; for I do save none but my own elect. Yet to compare your sin with their who liv'd a longer time, 1 do confess yours is much less, though every sin's a crime. A crime it is, therefore in bliss you may not hope to dwell; But unto you I shall allow the easiest room in hell. The glorious king thus answering, they cease, and plead no longer: Their consciences must needs confess his reasons are the stronger. Having disposed of the sheep and goats, the worthy divine next lingers on the field of victory and despair much as a bee lingers over the honey cup of a fragrant flower. While his observations were intended to illustrate the majesty and vengeance of offended Deity, they cannot be considered complimentary to either the head or heart of Jesus. Xow what remains, but that to pains and everlasting smart, Christ should condemn the sons of men, which is their just desert; Oh rueful plights of sinful wights! oh wretches all forlorn: 'T had happy been they ne'er had seen the sun, or not been l)orn. Yea, now it would be good they could themselves annihilate, And cease to be, themselves to free from such a fearful state. O happy dogs, and swine and frogs: yea, serpent's generation, Who do not fear this doom to hear, and sentence of damnation! Where tender love men's hearts did move unto a sympathy. And bearing part of others' smart in their anxiety; Now such compassion is out of fashion, and wholly laid aside: No friends so near, but saints to hear their sentence can abide, 136 persons, places an& Hbeas. The godly wife conceives no grief, nor can she shed a tear For tlie sad fate of her dear mate, when she his doom doth hear. He that Avas erst a husliand pierc'd with sense of wife's distress, AVhose tender heart did bear a part of all her grievances, Shall mourn no more as heretofore because of her ill plight ; Although he see her now to be a damned forsaken wight. The tender mother will own no other of all her numerous brood. But such as stand at Christ's right hand acquitted through his blood. The pious father had now much rather his graceless son should lie In hell with devils, for all his evils, burning eternally, Than God most high should injury, by sparing him sustain; And doth rejoice to hear Christ's voice adjudging him to pain. Who having all both great and small, convinced and silenced, Did then proceed their doom to read, and thus it uttere'd. Ye sinful wights, and cursed sprites, that work iniquity, Depart together from me forever to endless misery; Your portion take in yonder lake, where fire and brimstone flameth: Suffer the smart, which your desert as its due wages claimeth. What? to be sent to punishment, and flames of burning fire. To be surrounded, and eke confounded with God's revengeful ire! What ? to abide, not for a tide these torments, but forever: To be released, or to be eased, not after years, but never. Oh fearful doom! now there's no room for hope or help at all: Sentence is past which aye shall last, Christ will not it recall. There might you hear them rend and tear the air with their outcries: The hideous noise of their sad voice ascendeth to the skies. They wring their hands, their caitiff hands, and gnash their leeth for terrour ; They cry, they roar for anguish sore, and gnaw their tongues for horrour. But get away without delay, Christ pities not your cry: Depart to hell, there may you yell, and roar eternally. Dy fain they would, if dv they could, but death will not be had. God's direful wrath their bodies hath for ev'r immortal made. But who can tell the plagues of hell. The lightest pain they there sustain more than intoleralile. But God's great pow'r from hour to hour upholds them in the fire, That they shall not consume a jot, nor by its force expire. Can the imagination of enlightened man in this day con- ceive anything more ferociously barharous and inhuman or unjust than this picture of the judgment and yet the phe- nomenal success of this poem is a most eloquent commen- tary on the attitude of religious thought in Massachusetts in the seventeenth century, and enables us better to under- stand a public sentiment which tolerated the Blue Lavys or permitted cruel religious persecution. The hymns of this age were also in perfect touch with this friglitful system of thought; and though the progress of eliminating those IRelfGious Xlboiujbt In Colonial H)a^s. 137 which voiced the most savage and brutal conception has been steadily carried on as humanity grew in intelligence and enlightenment, and as the diviner instinct became more potent, it has not been long since hymns which any wise and loving Deity might reasonably regard as blasphemous were sung with great zeal by those who believed they were the very elect of heaven. I have in my possession two volumes of Dr. Watts' hymns, edited by Rev. Samuel AVorcester, D.D., and Samuel M. Worcester, A.M. — one published in 1850, the other in 1853 by Crocker and Brewster of Boston, which well illustrate the tenacity with which the savage conception of God held its place in the Church. In these volumes we find hymns breathing forth hate in every line ; hymns in which the singers are represented as craven, in- sane and terrified culprits, striving to appease a relentlessly cruel God, uttering fulsome flattery in one bi-eath and dilat- ing on His infinite vengeance in the next. To the thought- ful reader at the present time, these hymns seem more like the incoherent ravings of madmen than the utterances of sane reasoning beings. Indeed, it is a marvel to me that all who possessed loving hearts and active brains, and who believed in this nightmare of eternal despair, did not be- come madmen. Take^,, for example, the following : — My thoughts on awful subjects roll, — Damnation and the dead; "What horrors seize the guilt}- soul, Upon a dying l)ed. Lingering about these mortal shores, She makes a long delay; Till, like a Hood with rapid force, Death sweeps the wretch away. Then, swift and dreadful she descends Down to the fiery coast, Amongst abominable fiends, Herself a frighted ghost. There endless crowds of sinners lie. And darkness makes their chains: Tortur'd with keen despair, they cry; Yet wait for fiercer pains. Xot all their anguish and their blood For their old guilt atones; Xor the compassion of a God Shall hearken to their o;roans . 13S Persons, places an& 1[^eas. Here is another companion lijmn : — AVith holy fear, and lunnble song. The dreadful God our souls adore; Reverence and awe become the tongue, That speaks the terrors of His power. Far in the deep, Avhere darkness dwells, The land of horror and despair, — Justice has built a dismal hell, And laid her stores of vengeance there. Eternal plagues and heavy chains, Tormenting racks and hery coals, — And darts, t' intiict immortal pains, Dy'd in the blood of damne'd souls. Tliere Satan, the first sinner, lies, And roars, and hites his iron hands; In vain the rebel strives to rise, Crushed ivith the weight of both thy hands. Their guilty ghosts of Adam's race Shriek out, and howl beneath thy rod: Once they could scorn a Saviour's grace, But they incens'd a dreadful God. Tremble, my sonl, and kiss the Son: Sinner, obey thy Saviour's call; Else your damnation hastens on. And hell gapes wide to wait your fall. Below, the pious author of a once popiiLar hymn, found in the collection before referred to, gives us a graphic pen pict- ure of God as seen by his mental vision : — His nostrils breathe out fiery streams; And, from his awful tongue, A sovereign voice divides the flames. And thunder rolls along. Think, O my soul, the dreadful day. When this incensed God Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea, And fling his wrath abroad ! "What shall the wretch, the sinner do? He once defied the Lord! But he shall dread the Thunderer now, And sink beneath his word. Tempests of angry fire shall roll, To blast the rebel worm, — And beat upon his naked soul In one eternal storm. 1Relioiou5 Ubouobt in Colonial JDa^s, i39 Original sin and the degradation of manhood, the direct opposite of the incoming religious thought of to-day, Avere favorite themes with the hymnologist of other days. Let us imagine our great congregations of to-day singing the following : — Backward, with humble shame we look Ou our original; How is our nature dashed, and 1n-oke, In our first father's fall! To all that's good averse, and l)lind, And prone to all that's ill ; What dreadful darkness veils our mind I How obstinate our will! Conceived in sin, O wretched state, Before we draw our Ijreath, The first young pulse Ix'gins to l)eat Iniquity and death. How strong in our degenei'ate blood The old corruption reigns! And mingling with the crooked flood, Wanders through all our veins! Wild and unwholesome, as the root, Will all the branches be: How can we hope for living fruit, From such a deadly tree ? What mortal power, from things unclean Can pure productions bring ? Wlio can command a vital stream, From an infected spring ? These examples of the poetry which enjoyed wonderful popularity, and voiced the austere religious thought of colonial days, may help us to appreciate the ocean-wide expanse between the dominant religious thought at the time when Cotton Mather delivered his eulogy over the body of Rev. Michael Wigglesworth and the present, when the pas- tor of the most famous Congregational church in America declares in favor of evolution, and a learned professor in one of the greatest Presl)}i;erian theological colleges pub- licly affirms that men can no longer shut their eyes to the fact that " the Bible contains errors which no man has been able to explain away * and also that there are three sources *InauKm-al address by C A. Briggs, on authority of the Holy Scriptures. Charles Scribuers' Sons. 140 persons, places an& 1I^eas. or fountains of divine authorit}-, " The Bible, the Church, and Reason." So gradually, hoAvever, has this wonderful evolution taken place, and so multitudinous have been the educational agencies which have steadily lifted man into a higher sphere of thought, that it is only when we examine the history and literature of a vanished age that we are able to appreciate the progress which has been accomplished, or jjroperly appreciate the spirit of the past. Religio7i is evolv- ing as is humanity. What was orthodoxy yesterday is blas- phemy to-day. What is heterodoxy to-day is orthodoxy to- morroiv. The history of religious evolution is a tedious and often disheartening narrative, and so also is the story of life's evolution and the rise of man from the savageiy of Central Africa to the development of a Hugo ; but the story in each instance is inspiring, for the trend is upivard. The star goes before. The road ever leads to higher altitude. Jesus came, a luminous life, radiant with love, rich in divine pit}^ and strong in moral grandeur ; but His simple teaching soon became mazed in Grecian philoso})liical and metaphor- ical thought and colored with the many-hued opinions of the Roman world. Doubtless this Avas owing to the fact that humanity was not yet ready for the divinely simple code of ethics which Jesus lived as well as taught. The idea of human brotherhood, which was a central i)rinciple in His teachings, and which was nowhere better exemplified than in His life, has had small influence over the world, but to- day it is taking hold of the hearts of the thinking millions as never before. Literature is rife with the thought. It may be said to be the dream of the millions ; and the very presence of this dream as much as aught else affords a rea- son for the nnrest and discontent of the age, which chafes under galling bonds, the injustice and inhumanity of which were not appreciated until this divine ideal came i^ito the lives of the people. Some good people to-day yearn for the religious atmosphere of colonial days, seeing in them only the enchantment and glamour which distance not infre- quently lends to scenes rugged, harsh and revolting, and not reflecting that religious thought of the kind and character which ins})ired our fathers, naturally gave birth to narrow- ness, bigotry, intolerance and persecution. Indeed, to-day among those who are now giving their attention to the out- side of the " cup and platter," and who seek to restore the IReliaious Ubouobt in Colonial Daps. i4i ancient Sabbath, we see the same spirit of persecution and determination to force every one to hoiv to their conception of what is right which enthralled human thought, crushed human rights, destroyed human happiness, and checked the march of progress and intellectual development for genera- tions. It may have been necessary for humanity to pass through this dark stage in her development ; but to attempt to resurrect the past and mingle its spirit with the present, would be to chain a corpse to the living, to make turbid the clear flowing stream of pure religion by injecting into its limpid waves the blood-dyed current of a savage and unde- veloped past. The new conception of religion is grandly noble. It holds as a cardinal truth the doctrine of human brotherhood. It squares all things by absolute justice. There is no old-time terror in its glance as it peers into the future, and even if at times it doubts, it does not dread ; it is established in the con- viction that the trend of life is upward. If God is love, and if God is spirit. He will draw all souls by the magnetic at- traction of love unto His own pure heights, as the sun calls from the ground the budding plant and by its wonderful!}^ subtle power calls from it stores of wealth in bloom and fruit. It recognizes every law based on absolute and unswerving justice, and exj^ects no miraculous interposing to save any man from the result of sin, crime, or vice, which it holds to be as inevitable as the law which holds in place the plane- tary system ; but it eliminates all Oriental ideas of a venge- ful despot controlling a world of eternal torment awaiting any soul who may have in his being the germ of immortal life. The new idea is leavening society; but to-day, as in the days of Jesus, it is most potent outside the temples of con- servatism. It appeals to the common j^eople and to the intel- lectually emancipated with irresistible force ; while those who are enslaved within the walls of form, rite and conventional- ism, and they who to-day correspond to the Scribes and Pharisees of Jesus' time vainly attempt to stay its onward sweep. The forces which are working for tlie new ideals in religion are as numerous as they are resistless. They will triumph in the coming daj^, and in their triumph we shall see a higher and truer civilization than has yet visited the world — a civilization in which ethics will be married to intelli- gence, and LOVE instead of craft will pulse through the soul of enlightened man. Some Social UDcals Ibclb b^ Dictor Ibiujo, Fob many generations to come the AA'ritings of Victor Hugo will inspire man in his struggle for a larger and truer life, because they are vivitied by conscience. They are more than the works of an intellectual genius; the quality of human sympathy is everywhere present, while not infrequently the prophet or seer presents fundamental facts in which the lessons of history and the wisdom which alone can exalt humanity are condensed into a few electric sentences which thrill the heart and burn great truths into the reader's brain. All subjects affecting the happiness of man or the elevation of the race were as personal to Hugo as though they vitally con- cerned his dearest friend. Thus when the news readied Europe, that sentence of death had been passed on John Brown, the poet was affected as though his own son had been condemned. He im- mediately Avrote an appeal for the prisoner's pardon, as eloquent and prophetic as it was earnest and impressive. In it he uttered these words, Avhich are thoroughly characteristic of the man and his work : " Has a cry of pity time to make itself heard ? It matters not, our duty is to raise our voice." On May 13, 1839, while witnessing "La Esmeralda" in a Parisian theatre, word was brought to Hugo that Barbes had Ijeen condemned to death for the part he had taken in an insurrection. Hurriedly entering the green room, the poet wrote a few lines to Louis Philippe, making a touching allusion to the death of the little Princess Mary and the recent birth of the Comte de Paris. This appeal for the pardon of a fellow-man was as follows : — Oh, by the chikl that is gone, fled away like a dove, Oh, by the prince that is born, and claims your sweet love, The tomb and the cradle their messages send, Be gracious! show mercy! and pardon extend. The message moved the king to tears, and the petition was granted. These illustrations reveal the breadth or universality of the jjoet's sympathy. Humanity in misery or sorrow ever moved him with that divine mother-love impulse which is the keynote Social 1I^cal5 of mictor IfDuoo. i^3 in the anthem of hiimanit^^'s redemption, " Les Miserahles " is more than one of tlie noblest works of fiction Avhicli the world I^ossesses, it is a remarkable social study, a prayer for a higher icieal of justice, a heart-cry for a more humane public spirit, a noble picture of the divine in man and of the possible evolution of the child of an advei'se fate from an embittered Ishmaelite to the personification of a noble manhood, made luminous by loving self-sacrifice. But Victor Hugo went much farther than merely stating unjust conditions and portraying the actual working of unjust laws. He had an intellectual breadth rare among prophets and reformers, which enal)led him fully to appreciate the im- portance of employing multitudinous agencies in oi-der to correct the monstrous social evils which exile joy and crush out hope. He was not, however, blind to the fact that there are certain broad lines upon which civilization must move if justice, liappi- ness and progress are to Avait upon her footsteps. He knew that tyranny might reside elsewhere than in royal j^alaces, and that despotism was as fatal to happiness and development if it mani- fested itself through a narrow, intolerant pojDular spirit as if it emanated from a throne. He realized that the brain of man must not be fettered by the slavery of a mediocrity Avhich still worshipped in the graveyard of the past, with its face turned away from the dawn. In a word, he saw with projjhet vision that/"/-e<(7o;?imust always be the handmaid oi Just ice; that liberty cannot be exiled from the side of progress if the ha2)])iness and the moral and intellectual develoi)ment of men are to mark the new time which his keen perception clearly discerned, and for the early advent of which he labored with unflagging energy. This truth is of paramount importance at the present time, for civilization is facing a social revolution which will mark a new era for man, provided thoughtful and sincere reformers, Avho love justice more than they value their lives, are wise enough to see that no threads of a possible despotism enter the fabric of the new social order. This danger was perfectly api)arent to Victor Hugo, and he frequently pointed out the all-important truth that lasting j^rogress without freedom is an utter impossibility : — He who is not free is not a man. He who is not free lias no siylit, no knowledge, uo discevumeut. Freedom is the apple of the eye, the visual organ of progress, and to attempt, because freedom has inconven- iences and even perils, to produce civilization Avithout it, would be like attempting to cultivate the ground without the sun. In the presence of the grave social wrongs Avhich oppress the people on every hand, there is danger that shallow^ expediency may at times come betAveen the public and the ideal of progress Avhich is Avaited upon by freedom no less than justice; and this can be a\'erted only by holding firmly to those things Avdiich ai-e i-^-t persons, places auD H^eas. so fundamental!}- right that they compass the full requirements of justice without destroying the free development of the indi- vidual. Victor Hugo, though one of the most ardent and radical social reformers of his da}-, uttered a solemn note of warning along this line thirty years ago. He pointed out the danger lurk- ing in the theories of a school of socialistic thinkers who weut to the barrack for a pattern of government, instead of recognizing the root source of social misery and removing it by the estab- lishment of just conditions, while guarding liberty and fostering individual development. On this point, which impresses me as being of transcendent importance, he made the following thought- ful observations, thus setting forth his conception of true social- ism and avowing himself to be a socialist * : — What an aim — to construct the people! Principles combined with science, all possible quantity of the absolute introduced by degrees into the fact, Utopia treated successively by every mode of realization — by political economy, by philosophy, by physics, by chemistry, by dynamics, by logic, by art; union gradually replacing antagonism, and unity re- placing union; for religion, God, for priest,the father, for prayer, virtue, for field, the whole earth, for language, the word, for law,tlie right, for motive-power, duty, for hygiene,labor, for economy, universal peace, tor canvas, the very life, for the goal, progress, for authority, freedom, for people the man. Such is the simplification. And at the summit the ideal. The ideal! — stable type of ever-moving progress. The transformation of the crowd into the people — profound task! It is to this labor that the men called socialists have devoted themselves during the last forty years. The author of this book, however insignifi- cant he may be, is one of the oldest in this laboi-. " The Last Day of a Condemned Prisoner" dates from isjs, and " Claude Geux" from 1834. If he claims his place among tlicsc iiliilosuphers it is because it is a place of persecution. A certain liaticil of sncialism, very blind but vei'y general, has raged for fifteen or sixteen years, and is still raging most bitterly among the influential classes. Let it not be forgotten that true socialism has for its end the elevation of the masses to the civic dignity, and that, therefore, its principal care is for moral and intellectual culti- vation. The first hunger is ignorance; socialism wishes, then, above all, to instruct. That does not hinder socialism from being calumniated and socialists from being denounced. To most of the infuriated trem- blers who have the public ear at the present moment, these reformers are public enemies; they are guilty of everything that has gone wrong. ***** Certain social theories, very distinct from socialism as we understand it and desire it, have gone asti-ay. Let us discard all that resembles the convent, the barrack, the cell and the straight line. To give a new shape to the evil is not a useful task. To remodel the old slavery ivould be stupid. Let the nations of Europe beware of a despotism made anew from mate- rials which to some extent they have themselves supplied. Such a thing, cemented with a special philosophy, might easily endure. We have mentioned the theorists — some of them otherwise upright and sincere — who, through fear of a dispersion of activities and energies, * These quotations are taken from different parts of Victor Hugo's wonderful work " William Shakespeare," an excellent translation of which has been made by Prof. M, B. Anderson and published by A. C. McClurg & Co., Chicago, 111. Social 1[t)eal5 of mictor 1bugo. i^-^ and of what they call "anarchy," have arrived at an almost Chinese acceptance of absolute social centralization. They turn their resigna- tion into a doctrine. Provided man eats and drinks, all is right. The happiness of the beast is the solution. But this is a happiness which others might call by a different name. We dream for nations something besides a felicity made up solely of obedience. The bastinado sums up that sort of felicity for the Turkish fellah, the knout for the Russian serf, and the cat-o' -nine-tails for the English soldier. Let thenc inrohmfayy iihilosophers of a i:)ossible despot- ism reflect that to indoctr/inili the hkissis (K/ninst freedom, to allow appe- tite and fatalism to yet a Imid iijuni thr miuds of men, to saturate them with materialism and e-cpone t/n-m to the re.'^idts — this would be to under- stand progress in the fashion of that worthy man who ap])lauded a new gibbet and exclaimed, "Excellent! We have had till now only an old wooden gallows; but times have changed for the better, and liere we are with a good stone gibbet, which will do for our children and our grandchildren! " The issue involved is so momentous that the profound truths uttered in this warning shoukl receive that cahii, thoughtful con- sideration which characterizes true statesmanship and marks the prophet who is also a philosopher. While pleading eloquently for breadth and a due appreciation of liberty when reformers sought to bring about a wider measure of justice, Victor Hugo recognized the necessity for a union of those who loved humanity, truth and progress, against en- throned and soulless conservatism. " At the point now reached by the social question," he exclaims, ^<- all action should be in. common. Isolated forces frustrate one another. The hour has struck for hoisting the 'AH for all.' " Another thought mipres- sively presented by our author was the sacred trust imposed by duty upon high-thinking men and women. There are those in life to-day wdio much resemble the hyena, the tiger, the fox, the vulture and the cormorant. There are others avIio are drones in the hive of life. Perhaps we cannot reach these persons by appeals to conscience any more than Ave can the spaniels Avho fawn at the feet of avarice, but men and women of conscience will find themselves thrilled by these noble words : — To live is to have justice, truth, reason, devotion, probity, sincerity, common sense, right and duty welded to the heart. To live is to know what one is worth, what one can do and should do. Life is con- science. . . . There is something beyond satisfying one's appetite. The goal of man is not the goal of'the animal. A moral lift is necessary. The life of nations, like the life of individuals, has its moments of depression; these moments pass, certainly, but no trace of them ought to remain. Man, at this day, tends to fall into the stomach; man must be replaced in the heart, man must be replaced in the brain. The brain — this is the bold sovereign that must be restored! The social question requires to-day, more than ever, to be examined on the side of human dig- nity. . . . Thought is power. All power is duty. Should this power enter into repose in our age ? Should duty shut its eyes ? And is the moment 146 persons, places ant) 1lC>eas» come for art to disarm ? Less than ever. . . . The human caravan has reached a high plateau; and, the horizon being vaster, art has more to do. This is all. To every widening of the horizon, an enlargement of conscience corresponds. We have not reached the goal. Concord con- densed into felicity, civilization summed up in harmony — that is yet far off. . . . Great is he who consecrates himself! Even when overcome he re- mains serene, and his misfortune is happiness. No, it is not a bad thing for the poet to be brought face to face with duty. Duty has a stern like- ness to the ideal. The task of doing one's duty is worth undertaking; truth, honesty, the instruction of the masses, human liberty, manly virtue and conscience — these are not things to disdain. Indignation and compassion for the mournful slavery of man are but two sides of the same faculty; those who are capable of wrath are capable of love. To level the tyrant and the slave — what a magnificent endeavor ! Now the whole of one side of actual society is tyrant, and all the other is slave. A grim settlement is impending, and it will be accomplished. All thinkers must work with that end in view. Consecration of self to the cause of human brotherhood — that is the august duty which confronts the awakened conscience. The poet points out the supreme need, and then pLaces the re- sponsibiHty on the individuaL This is not pleasant to the self- loving nature. It is easy to place the blame elsewhere, but until each individual has made the great renunciation, until each has striven to the uttermost, by working, by talking, by voting, by writing, and in every way possible, to overthrow present unjust conditions and usher in a new day of peace and concord, of hope, of justice and freedom, a weight of guilt rests on the soul. Duty calls to the conscience. It is the old cry, " Who is on the Lord's side ? " Nor is it a time when the responsibility can be shifted. If a thief is robbing your neighbor, you have no right to close your eyes and remain silent ; if a murderer is approaching the bed of a brother man, your conscience is not quit of guilt if you hold your peace; if a virgin is being polluted and there is a possibility that you can save her from contamination, great is your guilt if you refrain. Now those hideous wrongs are daily taking place through the operation of infamously unjust social and economic conditions which can be abolished. And what is more, the vic- tims, instead of being three, constitute a mighty commonwealth, made up largely of the world's wealth producers. He who closes his eyes at a tragic moment like the ]u-esent, when unjust con- ditions are driving strong men to suicide, making paupers of thousands, and placing before struggling maidenhood the dread alternative of starvation or prostitution, may well expect to find blood on his soul when he passes into the to-morrow of life. To those who prefer to live rather than to exist, to those who love, dream and aspire, to those who are haunted with an ideal, Victor Hugo delivered a message couched in these burning Avords, Social 1[&cal5 of xaictor Hducjo, i-t" which comprehend a great renunciation — the dedication of one- self to the service of humanit}^ : — Let us consecrate ourselves. Let us devote ourselves to the good, to the true, to the just. . . . The function of thinkers in our day is com- plex. It is no longer sufficient to think — one must love. It is no longer sufficient to think and to love — one must act. To think, to love and to act is no longer sufficient — one must suffer. . . . The future presses. To-morr6w cannot wait. Humanity has not a moment to lose. Quick! quick! let us hasten. The wretched hunger, they thirst, they suffer. Alas! terrible emaciation of the poor human body. There is too much privation, too much poverty, too much immodesty, too much nakedness, too many houses of shame, too many convict prisons, too many tatters, too many defalcations, too many crimes, too much darkness; not enough schools; too many little innocents growing up for evil! The pallet of the poor girl is suddenly covered with silk and lace, and in that is the worst misery; by the side of misfortune there is vice, the one urging on the other. Such a society requires prompt succor. Let us seek out the best. Civilization must march forward; let us test theories, systems, ameliorations, inventions, reforms. But before all, above all, let us be lavish of the light. All sanitary purification begins by opening the windows wide. liCt us open wide all intellects; let us supply soids with air. Let the human race breathe. Shed abroad Jiope, sow the ideal, do good. One step after another, horizon after horizon, conquest after conquest; because you have given what you promised, do not hold yourself quit of obligation. To ijerform is to promise. To-day's dawn pledges the sun for to-morrow. jTostcrino tbe Savaoc in tbc l^ouiuj. SiJ^^CE the close of tlie Civil AA'ar, the most advanced and humane minds of the world have looked to the United States to set an example of true civilization, by insisting on the settlement of all international disputes in which the republic was concerned by arbitration, thus emphasizing the suj^remacy of something higher than the reign of brute force, which disregards the sanctity of human life and tires the most savage instincts in man. There were many reasons Avhy it Avas fitting that the great Republic should enjoy the proud distinction of taking the initia- tive in the inauguration of an era of universal ])eace. We had nothing to fear from Europe, as the great i)0\vers are, tiger-like, watching one another. England knows full well that if she should declare war against America, she might expect liussia to execute her generation-long dream of Indian conquest. If Germany felt able to engage us, France would be quick to recover Alsace and Lorraine, and, indeed, no nation which could cope with us would be insane enough to think of engaging in a Avar with the far- away republic, unless our nation occupied such a manifestly un- just or indefensible attitude as to bar us from the moral support of civilization. In such cases as the Alabama Claims and the Behring Sea question, our government showed the more excellent way, and demonstrated that war is not only unnecessary but that at this stage of civilization it is indefensible. And these great peace victories, which pointed to the realization of a new civilization, were in perfect alignment with the ideals held by the founders of our government. After our late war, however, our country passed into a stage of existence as dazzling to the superficial observer as it was ominous to the serious mind — a period characterized by the carrying out of vast enterprises, in which, too frequently, the government fur- nished a large part of the wealth required, while she permitted monopolies to reap the benefits. An era of class legislation was succeeded b;^an era of speculation or gambling. Special privi- leges, class laws and speculation gave to a few cunning, and often totally unscrupulous men, millions of unearned Avealth, and the government entered on a moral decline as humiliating to the 148 jfostcrino tbe Savaoe in tbe H^oung. 149 patriot as it is melancholy to those -svho desire to see manhood dignified and emancipated and justice enthroned in the affections of the people. The student of history will note with sadness that, as venalitj^ began to creep into the halls of state, and as seats Avhich had been honored by uncorrupted patriotism and far-seeing statesmanship were purchased by gold or Avon l)y intriguing tricksters, and es- pecially as Wall Street and the monoiJolistic power came to sway more and more influence in shaping legislation and dictating nominations, we began to imitate the despotisms of Europe, not only in building arsenals and armories but by assiduously foster- ing the war spirit in our young people. This period has been marked also by a rapid decline in the sturdy, self-reliant national s})irit which in former days made the republic the wonder and admiration of the world. The old cry, " Let us show the nations of the earth a more excellent way," has been exchanged for the pitiful whine of imbecility, and of late whenever a promising innovation has been proposed the cry has gone forth, "What other nation has tried such an experiment?" or " Has England, Austria, Germany or France made any similar trial ? " From a republic ^iroud of being a leader in the van of civilization, we have turned imitator. Our nation, hy yielding to the corrupt influence of individual, class and corporate interests, has become emasculated, a condition Avhich has grown more and more apparent with each succeeding year. As the decline in the republic of Rome was marked bj^ the rise of the military i)ower, so there has developed a passion for re- awakening the savage in man and child by fostering and incul- cating the war spirit, as true democracy has more and more given place to plutocracy. That there is method in these things tiiere can be little doubt, although it is probable that few ])eople have stopped to consider the real significance of the rapid growth of armories in our midst. It is not my ])nrpose, however, in this paper to deal with this phase of the question. I desire rather to utter a protest against the iniquitous military drill now being carried on in many of our churches and schools throughout the United States. In order to impress this phase of the question on the minds of our readers, I shall notice one of many similar descriptions of military organizations, under the auspices of the church, which have recently been given in fulsome terms by leading daily pa- pers. The one I am about to notice contains such headings as the following ; " Properly Uniformed and Armed ; Both Infan- try and Artillery Manoeuvres ; Drills and Public Exhibitions Given." Then follows an article which bestows unstinted praise on a rich New York church for fostering the Avar spirit in the 150 persons, places auD 1fC>eas. minds of a number of working boys and seeing that they were supplied with deadly muskets — muskets Avhich had already been used for slaughtering human beings. It is needless to point out that in this matter the millionaire churches exert an influence over the young very similar to that exercised by the barons over their retainers in the feudal ages. The article to which I refer* describes the formation of a corps of cadets among the Avorking boys of the west side district of New York as a noble and philanthropic move. The cadets are under the protection and support of the Collegiate Reformed Church at Forty-eighth Street and Fifth Avenue, one of the wealtliiest churches of New York City. This corps of cadets was started by a member of the Fifth Avenue Church of Xew York City, who was also a captain in one of the city regiments. The following extracts from the article in question illustrate most im- pressivefv how this iniquitous work awakens the war spirit and fosters the savage dream of slaughter in the minds of the young. The writer says : — After looking about very thoroughly for proper arms for the corps, and listening to the boys' strong objections to "make believe" wooden guns, very suitable weapons were obtained. Tliey are Burnside carbines bouglit from tlie United States Arsenal at Governor's Island, by special permission from the secretary of war. No small degree of charm for the boys is added by the fact that the very guns they liandle were once used in real fighting. They weigh about six pounds and are, therefore, not too heavy for even the smallest soldiers — for the cadets range from 4 feet 2 inches in height to 5 feet 7 inches. All of the other boys of the club not enrolled in the corps are drilled without uniforms, so that as soon as a vacancy occurs a well-trained boy can be put in it. He continues thus : — The company is put through all the military evolutions, in accordance with the regular army tactics; is taught to march and countermarch, to execute many different formations, and to do the whole manual of arms and the bayonet exercise. This last is a particularly pretty drill, not much in use now, but calculated to give the soldier a free use of his weapon and an easy, strong wrist. In a recent entertainment and exlii- bition given by the corps at the parent church on Fifth Avenue, this part of their work elicited a great deal of applause. In addition to the infantry exercises an artillery drill has been estab- lished, and a "dummy" or wooden cannon having been built in exact reproduction of a genuine field piece, a squad of nine picked boys from the company have been taught to handle it. They go through the full drill, loading and firing, going into action in every direction, changing the wheels and dismounting the piece by taking the cannon from its carriage and the wheels from the axle, so that it is entirely dismembered, and setting it iip again, all with precision, and each cannonier doing his part of the work exactly as regular soldiers are taught to do it. Am- bulance and signal corps have also been organized, and during the mock action the former carries off the wounded while the latter signals for assistance. * New York Recorder. jfosterimj tbe Savaoc in tbe l^ouno. loi Here is a furtber extract taken from the account of a drill given in the rich P^iftli Avenue church to raise funds to improve the equipment of this corjjs of boys, whose minds are being turned by the church from the beauty and happiness of peace and civilization to the dream of human slaughter : — One little boy, the smallest of the lot, and not over four feet two inches tall, went through all the elaborate movements of infantry drill, bayonet exercise and artillery drill without an error, and was the avowed favorite of the ladies. Round after round of applause was showered up- on the corps on this occasion, and greatly appreciated by the little sol- diers. At this drill, a sham battle was given, the artillery firing on an imaginary army until the enemy was supposed to bring up its cavalry to capture the gun. Then the artillerymen signalled to the infantry to come to their support. The cannoniers dismounted their piece, and all lay down until the supposed enemy was driven off by the infantry fire, then mounted their piece again to give them a few farewell shots. Dur- ing this action tlie instructor called out the numbers of the boys at in- tervals, and as each was designated he fell over as though shot, and was carried off by the ambulance corps, while the remaining boys manned the cannon. This feature proved especially interesting to the spectators. Many pages might be filled with accounts of similar work being carried on by the rich and fashionable chui'ches of tlie Prince of Peace in the republic, but this illustration will suffice, as it is typical. In a recent issue of the Corner Stone, edited by one of the most intelligent, patriotic and conscientious women of Michigan, I find the following : — Detroit has twenty-seven church military organizations, containing 651 men and forty-three officers. The largest is the Baptist cadets, with sixty-six men and three officers. Then comes the Maybury cadets, an Episcopal organization, with sixty men, the First Congregational cadets with fifty-three, the first and last being armed with rifies. Tlie Episco- palians have six companies, the Catholics eight, the Presbyterians seven, Baptists three, Congregationalists two and Lutherans one. Thirteen of the companies are armed with rifies and one with swords. These, it must be remembered, are all church military companies, and have no connection with the civil societies of the state militia. II. Probably nothing so well indicates the substitution of a hollow and, in the strictest sense of tlie word, a materialistic theoloe:y for a religion of life — a loving faith expressed in deeds — as the diligent and systematic fostering by church and state of the war spirit — which is the murder s])irit — in the rising generation. The position of the church on this question is at once astounding and incomprehensible, if we admit that the spirit of her Founder still vivifies her being ; for even the most superficial thinker knows that the drilling of youth in the manual of arms must necessarily fill the brain with ideals which are the exact anti- 152 persons, places anC) IFDeas. podes of the teaching of the Prince of Peace. The ultimate which a course of practice leads to, or the ideal which it inspires, gives color to the thought world of those who come under its influence, and this is especially true when the plastic brain of childhood is dominated by an alluring ideal. Comparatively few people are aware of the military activity within the city churches of America to-day. It is true that the daily papers of our great cities have published of late so many elaborate and laudatoiy accounts of church-fostered military companies, that those who read more than the news items m.ust be more or less familiar with what is going on in this direction ; but the millions in the countr}^ and towns are ignorant of the magnitude of this movement, and the weary workers who, in the nature of the case, cannot take time to reason from cause to effect, are content to accept as gospel whatever the capitalistic and conventional press applauds, without appreciating the real significance of many ominous acts which are taking place to-day. The religious leaders who introduced military instruction and drill in the churches and those who later favored it, whatever may have been their motives, committed an error so grave, that it even now threatens to turn civilization back toward savagery and destroy the opening blossom of universal peace through arbitration. I do not wish to impugn the motives of those who advocated the formation of militaiy companies in the churches. I believe that for the most part they only sought a way of draw- ing the young into the cliurch by means which would naturally be attractive. The error they committed lay in departing from the fundamental teachings of their ovm accredited Leader, whom theg believe to he a God, and loho, in life, spirit and word, em- phasized in the most solemn and imp>ressive manner the impor- tance of driving from the brain every dream of war, every ideal that looked toward physical violence, every thought which com- jjrehended the taking of human life. The profound insight of Jesus, which led Ilini to transfer the seat of actual ci-iminality from the commission of the crime to the entertainment of the thought which fathered its execution, has been generally over- looked by modern theologians. The question will naturally arise as to how it was possible that servants of the Prince of Peace could so far forget the life and teaching of their Leader as to foster or favor the formation of military organizations? I think the mistake was due mainly to (1) a shortsightedness which overlooked the influence of the iiltimate ideaf upon the plastic brain of childhood, and (2) to an unconscious yielding to the savage spirit of our gold-crazed age, which prevented their coming into rapport with the deepest and most philosophic truths uttered by the great Nazarene. dF03terinc3 tbe Savacje in tbe 31)ouni). 153 One evil effect of this mistake was soon manifest. The old fires of religious hate, which have so darkly stained the history of Christianity, were at once awakened. There is nothing which should be more carefully guarded against than stimulating reli- gious hatred. Theological fanaticism knows no reason. The finest sentiments of mercy, justice and gentleness are by it trampled under foot. There always has existed within the fellow- ship of the various Protestant churches, no less than within the communion of Rome, a more or less formidal)le minority whose -views are sonaTTO^sv that they cannot or will not admit the prob- aliility, even if they grant the possibility, of those who differ from them being right, and who in their hearts believe that all who do not see religious truth through their spectacles will necessarily be damned. They ignore the admonitions of Jesus, in which He observed that he who w\as not against Him was for Him, and leave out of consideration the fact that had they been born into Moham- medan lands they would have been in all probal)ility as intolerant in their demand that all others should believe in the tenets of the Mohammedan religion as they are that all shall see as they now see. They furthermore forget, or are incapable of realizing, that hearts and brains are not all cast in the same mould, and though the fundamentals of love, justice, truth and right as they pertain to life are ever the same, belief in certain tenets is largely, if not almost entirely, a question of heredity and environment. These narrow-minded persons ai-e often conscientious and sin- cere, but they are also always possible persecutors, and their influence is necessarily unchristian, because it invariably stirs up hate and savagery in the hearts of others. The formation of military companies in churches at once afforded an excuse for these classes to come to the front and influence the minds of those more swayed by prejudice than by justice and right. Ow- ing to the long and savage conflict between Protestantism and Catholicism it is no difficult task to alarm a goodly numlier of partizan religionists of the great opposing bodies, and a deter- mined attempt is being fostered by the fanatics to arraign these two forces against each other. I have for months been saddened by seeing organs of hate seeking to arouse the fiercest passions in the minds of their readers, in the name of religion and in'e- sumably for the glory of the Prince of Peace. I most profoundly believe that if Jesus came to the republic to-day His first command Avould be " Ground arms " ; for the present arming and drilling of His pretended followers is a flagrant insult to His life and teachings. He was emphatically a Man of Peace and even opposed retaliation. Love was His talisman. He taught that hate and the murderous spirit of war were from the \nt. They represented the savagery of the brute. 15^ persons, places an& IT^eas. His disciples must be ohildren of ]>eace if they would please tlie Infinite Father whose name was Love and who dwelt in Lisrht. " Blessed are the peace makers, for thej' shall be called the chil- dren of God." The sign manual of Divine sonship was peace making, exactly as fostering the spirit of slaughter is the un- mistakable sign of the atheism of greed, the matei-ialism of animality. "Ye have heard that it hath been said. Thou shalt love thy neighbor and hate thine enemy ; but I say unto you, Love your enemies." " Put up thy sword ; whoso taketh the sword shall perish by the sword." The example of Jesus' life, no less than His solemn precepts, was an unfailing protest against war, hate, savagery and whatever could arouse or strengthen the animal side of man's nature. Instead of military drill, Jesus w^ould burn into the souls of the youth this thought expressed by Isaiah, "7/oto heautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that 'pnhlisheth peace?'' The highest ideal and dreams of prophet, sage and j^hilosopher in all ages are summed up in the lofty words of the olden seer: '•'■Men shall heat their s%i:ords into ploughshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more. III. The work of fostering the savage spirit in the minds of the very young has not been conlined to the church ; indeed we might say that the church, instead of holding steadfastly to the high ideal of Jesus, allowed, herself to hearken to the words of short-sighted thinkers and drift with the current of a settled policy, which has of late become more and more apparent Avith each successive administration. The introduction of military training into the common schools of America mai-ked the triumph of the military spii'it of despotic Europe over the long-cherished traditions of the republic. Not satisfied with teaching the manual of arms in colleges, which should be dedicated to peace and true civilization, the high schools have come under the curse of this blunting, soul-shrivelling influence of war, and so cunningly has this spirit of savagery been fostered that the lower schools are now threatened with its infection. We are told that the administration looks with favor on enlarging the scope of military insti'uction ; and ex-President Harrison, not to be outdone, allows the admonitions of his acknowledged Lord and Master to be forgotten in his desii'e to win the favor of capitalism and the Grand Army, by exclaiming, " It is good for the boil's, good for the schools and good for the country." On the 18th of May there passed under my office windows a jfostenuG tbe Savage in tF^e ll)ouno. 155 sight which saddened me for many days. It was the spectacle of more tlian twelve hundred lads, of from twelve to nineteen years of age, parading in full uniform, all bearing guns. They were headed by a band which discoui'sed popular military aii-s. The little street gamins looked enviously upon the boys clad in blue, with brass buttons, bearing standai'ds and marching to mili- tary music. I do not see how any thoughtful person could have looked upon the spectacle without feeling that the hands on the dial of civilization were being put back. In describing the event the Boston Daily Globe said : — The "Pride of Boston," its school regiment, composed of pupils of the high and Latin schools of the city, and numbering 1,330 lads ranging in age from tliirteen to nineteen years, organized as thirty-two companies and forming four battalions, had its annual parade yesterday. For the past two weeks, or since the death of Brig.-Gen. Hobart Moore, under a new instructor the officers and men of tlie regiment have worked with an energy commendable in the highest degree. In their neat blue uniforms, with bright eyes and smiling faces, the boys assembled at the school building, Montgomery Street and Wan-en Avenue, with soldierly promptness at o'clock, ready for the duties of the day with the regiment. At 10.15 the column started upon its march to the common. Great applause greeted the regiment as it turned into School Street and marched past city hall in column of platoons, giving a marcliiug salute to Mayor Matthews, who stood at the gateway, attended by Pri- vate Secretary Nat Taylor, City Messenger Peters, sevei'al aldermen and heads of departments. A brief halt was made on Beacon Street before reaching the state house, which passing in column of companies, march- ing honors were given Governor Greenhalge, who, standing upon the steps of the capitol, received the compliment. The commander-in-chief was attended by Adjt.-Gen. Dalton and Col- onels Benton, Kenney, Billings, Moses, Hastings and Page of his military family. To the lover of peace, to the truly civilized man and Avoman, to the high-minded patriot, such spectacles are saddening beyond expression. They reveal the fact that, after our country had reached the point where she had by arbitration shown the othei- great powers of the world a nobler way of settling disputes than by awakening the instincts of the savage in man, and just at the proud moment when it seemed that the flower of en- during peace was about to blossom upon the breast of the great republic, we hnd the cry going forth, to transform her from the world's harbinger of peace into a military camp ; and that this may be effectively done, we find that our boys in the common schools are being trained in the savage art of war. Every careful student of human life knows that the ideals and thoughts which fill the horizon of childhood color all after life. If during the formative period the ideals which fill the child's mind be essentially noble and humane, if he be taught that his 156 persons, places aiiD UDeas* mission is to help subdue the savage in man, to transform swords into ploughshares and spears into pruning hooks, or in other words, to become a saviour of life and a dispenser of happiness instead of a slayer of his brother and an angel of darkness, he will grow to manhood brave but gentle, manly but loving. He will love justice more than gold ; he will see that the man who develops the highest side of his life is the child of wisdom, and that w^herever he may go the flowers of joy will spring up, blossom and fling abroad their exhilarating perfume. On the other hand the child who is drilled in the manual of arms has constantly before him the hour when he may draw the trigger which means death to a fellow-man ; he comes to love the sound of the drum beat, and learns to long for a chance to shoulder the murderous gun. He turns to the lives of Alexander, Coesar and Xapoleon ; dreams of fame through slaughter, of power through devastation and destruction, fill his mind, and by coming to believe it is legitimate to kill his fellow-men when ordered to by a superior officer, the highest and finest elements in his mind are benumbed. And I may say here, what I most profoundly believe, that there can never be an approach to civil- ization so long as the child mind receives military drill, for the associations, ideals and dreams which necessarily follow in the wake of warlike instruction are so at variance with the ideals which alone can redeem the world from hate, greed and injustice, that until children are taught to entertain a profound reverence for human life, human rights and for justice in its broadest sense, humanity will not know what true civilization is. IV. We are informed by the advocates of military drill that there is much to be said in its favor, aside from its possible benefit to the state in the event of war. We are informed that it gives the boy much needed physical c^dtnre. In re2:)ly I would say that, even if this claim were well founded, the possible benefit would be many times counterbalanced by the blunting of the moral sensibilities which attends training in the art of human slaughter, to say nothing of the evil effect in filling his mind with dreams of fame based on the exercise of the savage in his nature. But let us further notice the claims put forth for military drill on the ground of its value in developing the physical body. On this point there is a diversity of opinions ; indeed, it is doubtful, if the spirit of Ca?sar were not so strong at the present time, Avhether thoughtful people would advance this as an argument, but let us notice its force. There is probably no man in the United States whose judgment in regard to physical culture will Ifosterino tbc Savacje in tbe l^ouno. i57 be universally accepted as more authoritative than that of Dr. D. A. Sargent of Harvard University, and on this point Dr. Sargent observes : — After the most favorable view possible of military drill as a plij'sical exercise, we are led to conclude that its constrained positions and closely localized movements do not afford the essential requisites for developing the muscles and improving the respiration and circulation, and thereby improving the general health and condition of the system. We must further conclude that in case of any malformation, local weak- ness or constitutional debility, the drill tends, by its strain upon the nerves and prolonged tension on the muscles, to increase the defects rather than to relieve them. Finally, if the ultimate object of the drill Avas to prepare young men for the life and duties of a soldier, we should be forced to conclude that the drill itself would still be defective as a means of developing the chief requisites for men in that profession. It will be observed that this craze for militarj' drill, Avhich is one of the legitimate fruits of the war spirit which is being fostered and which finds expression in the rapid multiplication of armories in our great centres of population, does not, according to Dr. Sargent, accomi)Iish the ph^^sical culture which wholesome gymnastic exercise gives. Moreover he urges that soldiers to be efficient should receive the gymnastic training as Avell, and the correctness of this observation is emphasized Avhen it is remem- bered that the great military powers of Europe give the recruits several months' gymnastic training before they are expected to fill the requirements of soldiers. Mr. Leverett W. Case, master of the Dudley School of Rox- bury, Boston, vx'hen interviewed a few months ago in regard to the advisability of introducing the military drill into the grammar schools, made the following observation : — It is a bad thing for the boys. These public street parades are espe- cially evil things. I have known three or four boys to faint away from the fatigue and excitement on such occasions. Then again, it teaches the boys to look forward to war, and to cherish a desire for fighting which is not desirable. It seems to me that after twenty centuries of religious enlightenment we ought to be able to live without fighting, and the maintenance of standing armies. I believe in fostering a love of nature and peaceful intercourse between one another ^mong school children. Boys should be taught what will be useful to them, but they should not be taught that which would engender a desire for warfare. The Ling system of gymnastics which we now have in the grammar schools answers every purpose. It gives the school plenty of wholesome exercise and that is all they need.* We are told that military drills give grace and suppleness to the boys. In noticing this point Dr. Sargent observes: — In reference to the gracefulnesss that is thought to characterize the movements of young cadets, I can only say it is not the outcome of drilling and marching. The soldier is trained to square corners, straight * Interview published in Boston Daily Journal, Jan. 24, 1894. 158 persons, places auD H^eas. platoons, and angular movements. Curves and embellishments are not encouraged, in speech or in action. If you would account for the grace- ful pose of our Xational Cadets you must see them from one to two hours a day in charge of the dancing mnster. It is further urged that if our boys are drilled in school they will be prepared for war. On this point, I desire to quote tlie words of Lieut. Col. Thomas F. Edmands of the Boston Cadets: — " I only know that school drill Injures the militia service; and I never saw a school successfully drilled — tliat is, where the play was worth the candle. It is imj^racticable to teach the boys anything more than the manual of arms. It is one of the clearest cases ever invented of a little knowledge being a dangerous thing. Boys like it because they are aping the men and wear tlash clothes. When they get through school their heads are so swelled by it that they think they know it all, and are unwilling to receive any military instruction of real value to themselves or to the country." " How about the physical benefits to be derived from the drill? " " In Boston tlie effect of school drill has been to make boys round shouldered and narrow chested. I never saw a school company well set up in my life. Except a few of the larger ones the boys are overweighted by the musket they are obliged to carry." " Then you do not believe the drill adds much to the value of the boy as a subsequent military man"? " "The modern drill regulations are by no means adapted for work in schools under any circumstances. They need a man's brains and muscles. Every time I tell the truth about the matter I generally raise a storm fro-m persons illy informed upon the subject, and from the boys, whose self conceit, engendered by this drill, should be one of the greatest arguments against its further practice." Even if Colonel Edmands were incorrect, the claim that our youth should be instructed in the tactics of war, in case there may be war, is so peurile^.and out of keejnng with what ought to be the spirit of our century, that those who know so well Avhat will result from filling the brain of the young with visions of military glory, should demand an immediate cessation of this ungodly and savage drill which belongs to the plane of the barbarian, and which is a crime against civilization, the republic and the young. The mothers, wives and sisters in this great republic, and all who love peace, justice and enlightenment, have a great responsibility resting upon them. If the savage is to be beaten back to his lair and the man again enthroned, there is not an hour to be lost. 1bv>pnoti5in ant) Hts IRelatton to ps^cbical 1Rc0carc[\ I. During the past thirty years the gradual accumulation of incontrovertible evidence revealing hitherto undreamed-of possibilities of the human mind, has been such as to warrant us in believing that we are on the threshold of a field of re- search which Avill mark a distinct epoch in human history, if indeed it be not prophetic of the next great step in man's evolutionary development. And in referring to the psychical phenomena already demonstrated, I include onlv such abso- lute facts as have been established by critical and competent scientific research. With the vast mass of alleged phenomena which con- fronts the earnest inquirer on every hand it is not my present purpose to deal. I shall confine myself for the most part to the examination of phenomena which have been as authoritatively demonstrated by critical comparative methods as other univer- sally accepted truths in physical science, as my chief purpose in this paper is to indicate the all-important fact that the old- boundaries of mental limitation have been broken down; that what has hitherto been regarded as the impossible is now a demonstrated actuality, and, therefore, that it is unscientific and unworthy our age to close our eyes longer to this field of research which already promises to disclose truths of inestimable value. I am well aware that many who do not consider themselves conservative thinkers will regard this view of the possibilities of psychical research as unwarran- tably optimistic. The}^ will remind us of the fact that in all ages alleged phenomena have entered the woof and web of pop- ular superstition and legendary lore, while nothing of scientific value has been demonstrated. Thev, however, do not take into account the important fact that though man's mental limitation in the past has led him to denominate as miracu- 159 ICO persons, places auD IFDeas. lous or supeniiitural all phenomena Ijeyond then known laws, it is no evidence that these phenomena have not occurred through the orderly operation of some great law, which, although existing from the beginning of creation, has awaited recognition, as the law of gravitation so long awaited the cognizance of man. Objections to psychical research are so frequently urged that it seems necessary, on the very threshold of our examina- tion of this subject, briefly to give a few reasons which, in my judgment, justify belief in the early demonstration of psychical facts as revolutionarj,^, important and even more beneficent than this century's crowning achievement in the province of physical science — the establishment of the theory of evolution. In the first place, let us not lose sight of the fact that the ascendency of a strictl}- critical or scientific method of inves- tigation is of comparatively recent date, but it has now so completely mastered dominant thought that the people in general, as well as scientific bodies, are coming to apply it to all phenomena with which they come in contact. Mere hearsay no longer satisfies the spirit of the age ; while until the establishment of this method it is evident that facts which may have actually occurred were, from a scientific point of view, practically worthless. Hence, whatever is demonstrated under what is known as the comparative method of scientific research possesses a positive value never before present. In the second place, the marvellous strides witnessed in the province of physical science, and the unparalleled triumph within a few decades of the evolutionary theory over uni- versally accepted, age-long tliought, indicate a readiness on the part of humanity to accept a new truth. This marks a distinct advance in civilization, and reveals how strong a hold reason has taken in a soil heretofore more or less over- grown Avith the weeds of superstition, prejudice and intoler- ant bigotry. Indeed, I know of no victory in the history of man's intellectual development more significant than that which attended the general acceptation of the theory promulgated by Darwin, Spencer and Wallace. True, the conflict was marked for a time by great bitterness and un- reasonable hostility on the part of dominant theology and conservative thought, yet the new idea succeeded in a few years in revolutionizing the intellectual conception of civili- Ib^pnotfsm. lei zation, turning the thought of the world from channels throuo-h which it had flowed almost uninterruptedly for ages, into not only a radically different bed, but one which carried its cur- rent in a diametrically opposite direction. This triumph of physical science over inherited ideas and the superstitions and traditions of ages, has proved of inconceivable value to scientific investigation in the psychical realm, as it has broadened the vision of the intellectual world and destroyed the breastworks of religious prejudice, which would other- wise have rendered critical study of supernormal phenomena doubly difficult. A third point which warrants our belief in the approach of an era of great advancement in this realm, is the very notice- able fact that many eminent scientific thinkers who have hitherto ignored or discouraged psychical research, are now coming forward and demanding not only a fair hearing for this exiled truth, but are insisting that their own great bodies investigate what a few years ago would have been scornfully dismissed as belonging only to the province of superstition, charlatanry and jugglery. Perhaps the most notable instance of the gradual giving way of prejudice on the part of eminent scientists, is found in the annual address of Prof. Oliver J. Lodge, President of the Section of Mathe- matics and Physics of the British Association for Advance- ment of Science, delivered last August, in which this eminent and conservative thinker took strong ground in favor of his society systematically investigating psychical phenomena. In the course of his remarks he made the following significant observations : — - What Ave know is as nothing to that which remains to he known. This is sometimes said as a truism ; sometimes it is half- doubted. To me it seems the most literal truth, and that if we narrow our view to already half-conquered territory only, we shall be false to the men who won our freedom, and treasonable to the highest claims of science. I care not what the end may be. I do care that the inquiry shall he conducted by us, and that we shall be free from the dis- grace of jogging along accustomed roads, leaving to outsiders the work, the ridicule, and the gratification of unfolding a new region to unwilling ej'es. It is sometimes objected that, granting thought-transference or telepathy to be a fact, it belongs more especially to lower forms of life, and that as the cerebral hemispheres develop we become 162 persons, places ant) H^eas. independent of it ; that what we notice is the relic of a decaying faculty, not the germ of a new and fruitful sense ; and that prog- ress is not to be made by studying or attending to it. It may be that it is an immature mode of communication, adapted to lower stages of consciousness than ours, but how much can we not learn by studying immature stages? As well might the objection be urged against a study of embr^-ology. It may^ on the other hand, be an indication of a higher mode of communica- tion, lohich shall survive our temporary connection with ordi- nary matter. I have faith in the intelligibility of the universe. Intelligi- bility has been the great creed in the strength of which all intel- lectual advance has been attempted, and all scientific progress made. At first things always look mysterious. A comet, light- ning, the aurora, the rainbow — all seem strange, anomalous, mysterious apparitions. But scrutinized in the dry light of science, their relationship -with other better-known things becomes ap- parent. Now I say that the doctrine of ultimate intelligibility should be pressed into other departments also. At present we hang back from whole regions of inquiry, and say they are not for us. A few we are beginning to grap[)le with. The nature of disease is yielding to scrutiny with fruitful result ; the mental aberrations and abnormalities of hypnotism, duplex personality and allied phenomena, are now at last being taken under the wing of science after long ridicule and contemjit. The phenomenon of crime, the scientific meaning and justification of altruism, and other matters relating to life and conduct, are beginning, or i)er- haps are barely yet beginning, to show a vulnerable front over which the forces of science may pour. Such utterances from such ii source are very significant, revealing the fact that psychical phenomena have taken such a hold on the public mind that they can no longer be ignored by leading scientific bodies, and also indicate that the hos- tility heretofore exhibited by orthodox thinkers in the domain of physical science is gradually but stirely giving away.* *The change of sentiment now daily liecninins' more anrt more manifest among tliinking people and especially tlie nunc ciiix r\ ati\ c t'linicnr nf scliolars audscien- tiftc investigators, is largely due to the siilmdid wuik ai^iMimiili^iuMl during the past few years by the English 'Society for rsNclncal lifMMic h, wiiidi has accumulated, verified ancf classified so much suijerudimal iihcnoincna widcli hiihcnn ihiatcd around as gossip,exerting no great influence on ciiiical thinker-. "\\ iim i^ the a pi'i rent absence of evidential value. The researches (d' such cmin'Mit >i\ani- a- Hr. Allied Uussel Wallace and Professor Crookes in England, Caniinc I'lanimaricm in I'rance, and Professor J. R. Buchanan and Professor William Denton in America, have alsoexerted an influence which is yearly becoming more and more manifest on c then p^i m la liy termed animal ma-mi i-m. in which it was declared that all ilie |M.\\cr alleiinl to lia\ !■ been (■xhibiii'il h\ Momer wasa "fraud" and that, to Use ilie \\.nii> ,,t r.ailew ■• .l/.(relien- siw (.1 ih.- .>verthrowof someelierislied idol t han the f linmpb ..t t int h. lias „ntil very reeeiifly assumed a hostile attitude. With thi^ ri-init> ..t ,,],pn.in,- I.. r.-.- added to the other causes enumerated al)nvc. it is m.t stranL;(' that |iri><_;rc-- ha- been sinnewbat slow. Now, however, the wall ot | nc j mlh'r ha~ to -. nnc eMcnl '^i\ lai way ami with the constant establisi ■m ..t new la.t- ahm-thc line ..r |.~v. hi.al ri->eareb, the people are manifestimj,- a ediistaiitly iiierea-in.t;- spirit (d hos]iitalir\ most i:ratifying to those careful investigators who have for vears employed a stri(nly scientific method, but who have been socially ostracized because they loved the truth more than the approbation of conventional thought. 164 persons, Iplaces ant) Hbeas. II. In 1841, the eminent English surgeon, James Braid, determined to expose mesmeiism, Avhich he in common with his scientific brethren believed to be an unmitigated fraud. Doctor Braid soon came to realize that instead of mesmerism being an unadulterated fraud, it possessed the grain of truth capable of revolutionizing established ideas. Accordingly he entered upon the laborious task of demonstrating and critically noting facts connected with these marvelous phe- nomena. In 1842, he published his notable work entitled "Neurypnology." Immediately he suffered from a storm of hostile criticism. Nevertheless his clear utterances and the methods employed gained for him the thoughtful considera- tion of several eminent continental thinkers, who were less fettered by conservatism than his English professional breth- ren. A score of years later hypnotism was attracting much attention among leading physicians and other scientific inves- tigators in France and other continental nations. Since that day it has rapidly gained in the number of eminent scientists who have wrought what iii an earlier age would have been resfarded as miracles. Among the critical thinkers who have given special attention to the power of mind along this special line of inquiry since the publication of Doctor Braid's Avorks are Liebault, Bernheim and Beaunis of Nancy, and Charcot of Paris, while scarcely less valuable to science have been the labors as demonstrators, or critical observers, of Paul Richer, P. David, Professor Luj^s, Janet, Richet, Voisin and Reginald of Paris.* In 1878, Charcot began a series of strictly scientific investigations. He operated, however, only on hysterical subjects, believing that only a fcAv people were susceptible, and they among the Aveak, sickly and nervous. Indeed, until within the last decade this was the general impression. Recent experiments, hoAvever, as Bjtirnstrom has observed, with elaborate statistics furnished by the Nancy physi- cians, prove that "almost any one can be hypnotized." Some jDersons, hoAvever, yield much more easily than others. * Ocliorowicz, a Polish scholar who resides in Paris, and Dr. Frederick Bjomstrom, the head physician of the Stockholm hospital, have contributed works of great value to the literature of hypnotism. Their writings have been translated into English. To the latter author I am indebted for many interesting facts and striking illustra- tions given. I am also indebted to the work of Prof. AVilliara James, of Harvard, and Part XA'III. of Proceedings of the English Society for Psychical Research for valuable illustrations and well-authenticated cases. 1bl5Pnotism. 165 The eminent author further observes that "Climate seems to have the effect of making hyj^notization much easier in warm and southern countries than in cokl and northern. Thus the French show a far greater susceptibility than the Scandinavians and Germans. In the tropics, hypnosis is said to appear rapidly, and to become very deep."* III. This brings us to the examination of some typical cases exhibited by the hypnotic trance and the legitimate infer- ences which they suggest relating to the power not only of mind over mind, but what is still more at variance with popular conceptions, the power of mind over matter. In this paper, space prevents my introducing many illustrations from the vast accumulation of Avell-authenticative cases at hand. I shall confine myself to typical cases which open up many vistas for speculation and profound inquiry, while they mate- rially aid in completely revolutionizing old ideas and popular conceptions as to the limitations of the human mind. The first illustration I wish to introduce reveals the power of the human mind under certain conditions to receive and hold mental pictures, which afterward may express themselves upon the body of the individual in such a manner as to pro- duce well-defined diseases, which naturally resist the well- intentioned drugging of the physician who blindly attacks the symptoms in his ignorance of the cause of the misery. In Professor James' thoughtful paper on "The Hidden Self," he cites at length a most interesting and suggestive case, primarily recorded by M. Pierre Janet, Professor of Philoso- phy in tiie Lycee of Havre, in his volume entitled "De 1' Automatisme Psychologique." f In presenting this case I cannot do better than give verba- tim Professor James' admirable summary, which is as fol- lows : — * From IS.-.o to ISCOIivi.iictisiii was used on a lar^e ^cmIo by Dr. Es.lailp, lienc! surgeon at till' li(»iiital of Calcutla. In >ix years lie perlMniicd -ix iiuu'lr.'.l ..[h rations on bviiuotized ]liu(l(Mis, and a, minniittee of surgeons and |.li\ -iiians apin liiitcd by the Indian i;(iveriiiuent ti-stiiieil to his ureat success, wlii<'li was (diietly derivcci irom the fact that the most ditticult oiierati