Its constant service reminds us of Pope's familiarity with it has stripped it to our expression: eye of its romantic, startling, even appalling aspect. "Mere engines to the ruling mind." It executes its tasks; it goes on its errands; it is forever bringing it intelligence. It puts it, as a medium or conductor, in communication with the material universe, and all the countless lines and angles in which universal nature is diagrammed for the studious eye. It furnishes it the means of traveling abroad, ranging height and depth, going beyond itself, and mastering the elements that form the alphabet from which it may spell out thought and emotion, and the sublime lessons of duty. We have thus passed from life-force to what we may call soul-force. Are these correlative? Is the last only a new form, a higher phase of the former? To assert this would be a bold paradox. We have certainly met in our progress with new elements of force, which constitute at the least a new elementary organization. This soul-force is a mystery within a mystery. It not only holds the life-force in subjection to it, but it moves in a sphere, and deals with objects all its own. Its phenomena are peculiar. It ranges free in a realm which no fowl knoweth, and which a vulture's eye hath not seen. It marshals, or resolves, or combines the elements of an ideal world as boundless as the universe, and as enduring as eternity. It lays its hand on truths that were old when the foundations of the earth were laid, which the ages cannot mutilate or crumble, and which must endure though the material creation were dissolved. No laws of gravitation, or of material conditions, can bind it in their chains. It has a kind of creative energy. It calls for things that are not, and they And shall we call this a correlative of life-force? An ignorant presumption may theorize to that effect, and suppose that for argument's sake we let ignorant presumption for once have its own way. We have then a succession of forces— kindred in nature, if one is willing unblushingly to assert it-in a serial subordination to the highest, and a succession that by its very order points onward to something yet unveiled or beyond the reach of our finite apprehension. Is it for Science, without a vestige of proof, to assert that there is nothing there; that in the soul-force of man the apex of the pyramid has been reached; that no pervading world-force, in which all other forces find their unity, encompasses and controls all? Plainly enough there is a steady progression in a direction that leads from the lowest (material) to the highest spiritual force. In the process of exploration we find an established and uniform subordination. What does this proclaim but the supremacy, the sovereignty, of the ultimate soul-force, holding in subjection to itself countless other forces, or ranks of forces, all moving in due subordination, and illustrating in that subordination the necessary homage of nature's laws and nature's forces to nature's God? We feel, as we reflect upon this, that the language of the inspired apostle is an echo of our thought, "Howbeit, that was not first which was spiritual, but that which is natural; and afterward that which is spiritual." Our course is one that tends from the mortal to the immortal; from the corruptible to the incorruptible; from the earthly to the heavenly. From peak to peak we are constrained to mount upward, till the very habit of progression teaches us to gaze still onward and upward, to heights even beyond, that are shrouded in the unveiled mystery of the eternal and ineffable. The correlation of forces, if taken in connection with their necessary subordination, is, if we accept it, a fatal blow to certain popular and yet grossly pernicious forms of materialism. The visible universe becomes a repository of forces which have a spiritual genesis and dependence. Through it they circulate; over it they preside; and yet they act with that unison and harmony which proclaim their mutual relationship, and their subjection to one common control. If we find them possessed of common elements-if in some cases we can measure their equivalent values-if we can, so to speak, trace the features of one in another and discern a family likeness, shall we therefore bring spiritual force down to a material level, and express its equivalent by pounds of iron, or tons of coal? Shall we make vigor of muscle only another phase for the power of thought or depth of emotion? This would be to set the order of nature at defiance; to put out the sun and light a taper; to shoe the head and crown the feet. If the forces of nature are correlate, most assuredly they are also subordinate in their several spheres, and to derange their established order, or subvert their due preeminence, would be to plant the pyramid upon its apex. The truth is, that the moment Science lifts its eye from its own altar, it sees the victim of an acceptable sacrifice Divinely provided. It finds itself on every side in contact with forces that transcend all the powers of its analysis, and it is a stupid presumption for it to identify the limitations of its own ignorance with the bounds of universal knowledge. The very barriers that confront it-the very mysteries that are flung across its path with the inscription, "Hitherto shalt thou come, and no further," teach the lesson of that humility which is an element of, if not in the scientific sense correlative with, faith. Indeed there is not a line of thought or exploration in the universe, that sooner or later does not bring us into contact with an inexplicable and incomprehensible Infinite that lies beyond the realm of sense, and in the presence of which we feel constrained to bow down and adore. The chain of Science must somewhere be made fast to the staple of Faith. The first step of our scientific logic must rest on a theoretic postulate, and the last step-if that may be-only leaves us at the bottom of a precipice which reason despairs to climb. Knowledge is like light. It may be reflected or re fracted a thousand times, and it may cost us little labor to explore its zigzag paths; but when all this work is done, it only remains to trace it back to the great fountain from which it is a straggling beam, and in the intolerable splendor of which it is lost while we are blinded ourselves. Science is but the Calypso of a narrow island in the broad and boundless main of knowledge. On every side her walks, with all their enchanting beauty, and their artistic perfection, are bounded by the impassable sea. Here and there massive docks may be run out into the deep waters, and to them may be borne winged telegrams of truth from far-off lands. But all of them together cannot begin to survey for us the globe, or to chart for us the sea. The unknown has unexplored immensities and unfathomable depths, and our largest acquisitions in the domain of knowledge are but new piles driven down further on, yet making no appreciable encroachment on the abyss of waves. What an atom of a single star is to that great universe-girdling constellation that we call "the Milky Way," that our largest intellectual acquisitions may be to even that knowledge which is possible to finite capacities, when eternity shall have trained and developed them. But this Calypso of Science has not mastered even her own narrow isle. Here and there she may have thrown around some isolated hill or valley the enchantments of her art. But most of her domain is still a thicket, and there are mines beneath her feet, which invite her exploring energies, where an exhaustless wealth remains yet untold. In which of all her departments has Science more than just begun her task? Who, even with the brief record of past exploration before him, does not feel that it foreshadows a future career practically interminable? Each department of nat ural philosophy may be said to stand as yet on the first step of that staircase by which it shall continue to mount upward in indefinite progression. We rejoice to believe that there are scientific minds, not a few, that are not blind to considerations like these that have meditated upon them gravely and seriously, and that have carried with them to their varied spheres of effort, the healthful though humiliating impression of the necessary limitations and imperfections of human knowledge. They are too broad-minded and too honest to assume for Science that exclusive claim which others, in betrayal of their trust, put forth in her behalf. They see in the successive discoveries and acquisitions of knowledge the rounds of a ladder which by no splicings of art can be made to reach up to heaven, but by means of which we may be able to rise to a position where we may glance about us, and comprehend more sensibly the vastness and grandeur of that universal temple where Science should be humble enough at once to study and adore. Under the guidance of such minds, not only has a religious faith nothing to fear, but much to hope. They will bring back from every department they explore, and every sphere they traverse, new trophies to lay as tribute at the feet of revealed truth. Wonderful and still more wonderful will the results of their investigations be, and in the far-off quarry they will shape the stones that at length, without the noise of saw or hammer, shall take their predestined place in the great temple of spiritual truth. "CLOSE THE BY THE AUTHOR OF THE RANKS." CHRONICLES OF THE SCHÖNBERG-COTTA FAMILY." En même temps, le bruit des canons que les Prussiens avaient amenés sur une colline à gauche se mit à gronder; cela ne finissait pas. Les boulets sifflaient tantôt en l'air, tantôt dans les rangs, tantôt ils entraient dans la terre qu'ils rabotaient avec un bruit terrible. Nos canons tiraient aussi d'une manière que vous empêchait d'entendre la moitié des sifflements et des ronflements des autres, mais cela ne servait à rien; et d'ailleurs ce qui vous produisait le plus mauvais effet, c'étaient les officiers qui vous répétaient sans cesse "Serrez les rangs, serrez les rangs."-Erckann-Chatrian-Histoire d'un Conscrit de 1813-xiii. I. WHEN of old first we heard the war-thunder Roll round us, above us, and under In our ranks those dread chasms were torn, As the hail-storm sweeps paths through the corn. When those terrible gaps first we felt, Felt like snow-flakes, our men from us melt, Like a ghostly cry, piercing and clear, Rang the word of command on the ear, "Close the ranks!" Through all hearts the resistless words thrilled Not knowing whose places we filled Obedient, together we pressed, In serried ranks charging abreast, Still shoulder to shoulder were ranged, Though the comrades be mournfully changed, Closed the ranks. Not an instant the march must be stayed, For no pity the battle delayed; On we pressed in close ranks by our dead, Since yet the day's work must be wrought, II. And now in the battle of life, In the thick of the old ceaseless strife, And we know in our anguish too well What we lost, when thus stricken they fell; For the sake of the comrades who died, Close the ranks, speed the charge, win the day: MOTLEY'S HISTORY OF THE UNITED NETHERLANDS.* Two additional volumes to this remarkable history of the Netherlands, completing the work, have just made their appearance simultaneously in London and New York. The extraordinary interest everywhere awakened by the previous volumes, from the same accomplished pen, will be fully sustained and confirmed by these. They exhibit throughout all those eminent qualities which, at his first appearance before the public in THE RISE OF THE DUTCH REPUBLIC, won the author such high and universal praise, and placed him HISTORY OF THE UNITED NETHERLANDS. From the Death of William the Silent to the Twelve Years, Truce-1609. By JOHN LoTHROP MOTLEY. NEW YORK: Harper & Brothers. The at once in the very front rank of histo- painfully so, driving sleep from our pillow and holding us in a state of great mental excitement with which we followed Mr. Motley through all the preceding volumes, charmed with the brilliancy and graceful flow of his rhetoric, but most of all under the spell of that noble and heroic inspiration which breathed in every page and reproduced the stirring scenes which he narrated, and made us feel that we were following the guide of a master over the unfamiliar and almost untrodden fields of Netherland history. Forty-three years had passed since the memorable April morning in which the great nobles of the Netherlands presented their "Request" to the Regent Margaret at Brussels to the twelve years' truce in 1609, at which point the present history closes. The war which these highborn "beggars" had then kindled, little knowing what they were doing, was then brought to a close, and the successor of Philip II., instead of planting the Inquisition in the Provinces, was obliged to recognize them as an independent, sovereign, and Protestant republic. The history of the rise and progress of the Dutch Republic, so truthfully, so eloquently, and so graphically narrated in this grand historical epic, is an important chapter in the history of human liberty, and for this reason deserves special study at our hands. Nothing is more sublime in the annals of the world than the heroism, the audacity, and the endurance of those Dutch patriots, who, from love to fatherland and to the Protestant faith, confronted the leading despotic and papal power of the world, and for forty years fought, suffered, protested, and dared, till they were finally victorious. It was almost inevitable that a people thus cradled to freedom by their stern conflicts with superstition and tyranny, trained to valor by a forty years' conflict, and "hardened almost to invincibility by their struggle against human despotism, should be foremost among the nations in the development of political, religious, and commercial freedom." gantic have been taken in the march of humanity than those by which a parcel of outlying provinces in the north of Europe exchanged slavery to a foreign despotism, and to the Holy Inquisition, for the position of a self-governing commonwealth, in the front rank of contemporary powers, and in many respects the foremost of the world. It is impossible to calculate the amount of benefit rendered to civilization by the example of the The space at our command will only allow us to present to our readers a few of the items of interest embraced in these concluding volumes, and these we shall give chiefly in the historian's own language. The preceding portion of the history brings down the narrative to the year 1589, the year following the destruction of the "Invincible Armada," with which Philip intended to destroy England, and with it the cause of Protestantism throughout the world; so that the present portion covers a period of twenty years. PRINCE MAURICE OF ORANGE-NASSAU When by the hands of an obscure fanatic, on the 10th of July, 1584, William the Silent had been assassinated, the Netherlanders felt that their main hope and defence was taken away. But as the curtain rises at the opening of the third volume, the son of William, Prince Maurice-youthful, but heroic, patriotic, and trained to military life in the first scientific school of the age-appears upon the stage, and to the end of the history is a leading actor in the strife—an accomplished general, the equal of Alexander Farnese, the superior of the Archduke Albert, able to cope with the veteran and most distinguished military leader of that fighting epoch. If the Dutch Republic in its origin owed much to the "Few strides," says Mr. Motley, "more gi- wisdom, prudence, and sagacity of the |