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And England pouring on her foes,
I conceive it to be the duty of every educated person closely to watch and study the time in which he lives, and as far as in him lies to add his humble mite of individual exertion to further the accomplishment of what he believes Providence to have ordained. Nobody who has paid any attention to the particular features of our present era, will doubt for a moment that we are living at a period of most wonderful transition, which tends rapidly to the accomplishment of that great end to which, indeed, all history points,-the realisation of the unity of mankind. Not a unity which breaks down the limits, and levels the peculiar characteristics of the different nations of the earth, but rather a unity the result and product of those very national varieties and antagonistic qualities. The distances which separated the different nations and parts of the globe are vanishing before the achievements of modern invention, and we can traverse them with incredible speed; the languages of all nations are known, and their acquirement placed within the reach of everybody; thought is communicated with the rapidity and even the power of lightning. On the other hand, the great principle of division of labour, which may be called the moving power of civilisation, is being extended to all branches of science, industry, and art. Whilst formerly the greatest mental energies strove at universal knowledge, and that knowledge was confined to the few, now they are directed to specialities, and in these again even to the minutest points; but the knowledge acquired becomes the property of the community: Whilst, formerly, discovery was wrapt in secrecy, the publicity of the present day has this effect, that no sooner is a discovery or invention made than it is already improved upon, and surpassed by competing efforts; the products of all quarters of the globe are placed at our disposal, and we have only to choose which is the best and cheapest for our purpose, and the powers of production are intrusted to the stimulus of competition and capital. So man is approaching a more complete fulfilment of that great and sacred mission which he has to perform in the world. His reason being created after the image of God, he has to use it to discover the laws by which the Almighty governs his creation, and by making these laws his standard of action to conquer nature to his use,-himself a divine instrument. Science discovers these laws of power, motion, and transformation; Industry applies them to the raw matter which the earth yields us in abundance, but which becomes valuable only by knowledge; Art teaches us the immutable laws of beauty and symmetry, and gives to our productions forms in accordance with them.
THE EXHIBITION OF 1851 has given us a true test and a living picture of the point of development, at which the whole of mankind has arrived in this great task, and a new starting-point from which all nations will be able to direct their future exertions. I confidently hope that the first impression which the view of this vast collection will produce upon the spectator will be that of deep thankfulness to the Almighty for the blessings which he has bestowed upon us already here below; and the second, the conviction that they can be realised only in proportion to the help which we are prepared to render each other;—therefore only by PEACE, Love, and READY ASSISTANCE, not only between individuals, but between the nations of the earth.
His valiant peers were placed around,
So should desert in arms be crown'd.
Amid the tuneful choir,
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre;
And heavenly joys inspire.
The listening crowd admire the lofty sound;
With ravish'd ears
Affects to nod,
The master saw the madness rise;
He chose a mournful muse,
By too severe a fate,
Fallen from his high estate,
With downcast look the joyless victor sat,
The various turns of fate below;
And tears began to flow!
Now strike the golden lyre again!
and yet a louder strain !
Hark! hark !-The horrid sound
As awaked from the dead;
Behold a ghastly band,
Each a torch in his hand !
And unburied remain
Inglorious on the plain!
To the valiant crew!
How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hostile gods !"-
Thais led the way,
To light him to his prey ! And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.-DRYDEN.
(Represented as persons playing on Musical Instruments.)
First FEAR his hand, its skill to try,
Amid the chords béwilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why,
E'en at the sound himself had made.
Next ANGER rush'd; his eyes on fire,
In lightnings own'd his secret stings; In one rude clash he struck the lyre,
And swept with hurried hand the strings.
With woful measures wan DESPAIR
Low, sullen sounds his grief beguiled; A solemn, strange, and mingled air;
'T was sad by fits, hy starts 't was wild.
But thou, O HOPE, with eyes so fair,
What was thy delighted measure ? Still it whispered promised pleasure,
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She called on Echo still, through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close;
And longer had she sung;-but, with a frown,
REVENGE impatient rose :
And, with a withering look,
The 'war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud
and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
And, ever and anon, he beat
The doubling drum, with furious heat;
Dejected Pity, at his side,
Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien,
Thy numbers, JEALOUSY, to naught were fix'd;
Šad proof of thy distressful state!
And now it courted Love, now raving, callid on Hate.
With eyes upraised, as one inspired,
And, dashing soft from rocks around,
Bubbling runnels join'd the sound;
Round a holy calm diffusing,
Love of peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
But O! how alter'd was its sprightlier tone,
Her bow across her shoulder flung,
Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew such inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung. Then the oak-crown'd nymphs with their chaste-eyed Queen,
Satyrs and Sylvan Boys were seen,
Peeping from forth their alleys green:
Last came Joy's ecstatic trial :
First to the lively pipe his hand address'd;
Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best; They would have thought, who heard the strain,
They saw, in Tempe's vale, her native maids,
Amidst the festal sounding shades,
Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round;
As if he would the charming air repay,
Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again!