“As to Asia, the same processes secure room to give any account of the fifth a similar result. In the East Indies or Historical Problem, and our readers the elements of a mighty kingdom are may perhaps be of opinion we have collecting, and European cultivation devoted quite as much space to the widely diffusing itself. The Indians others as they deserve. But we exare so ready to receive it, and so thank- plained, when we began, our reason ful for the instructions of the English, for doing so; and we feel persuaded that I do not dream of their ever be they will not now dissent from our ing expelled the country.

proposition, that the present school of “ New sects will arise in Arabia, German philosophers has a much which will approximate the old faith greater tendency to the absurd and to Christianity. China and Japan grotesque, than to the useful and the will offer more resistance, inasmuch true. as in material cultivation they are al- Following in the steps of Herder ready so near the Europeans; and it and Schelling, Menzel discourses very would be impossible to modify such learnedly on a certain "parallelism of immense masses of people by inter- nature," taking for his text this somemixture, like the blacks, or root them what astounding proposition, which is out, like the North American Indians. the received doctrine of the modern

“ Whatever, therefore, may be the philosophers, “ That history forms one result, whether at any future time the great self-connected life in time, as nawhites, by intermixtures, may swallow ture does in space.” He agrees also with up all the other shades, it is, at all Schelling, that all the appearances we events, certain that population will go are acquainted with in nature comon increasing in a greater ratio than pose oppositions or antitheses; and

Nothing has yet set bounds to that the antithesis is, therefore, the its progress. Great nations have dis- only form in which nature reveals herappeared, the whole American race self to mankind.” is on the point of expiring, and yet We shall not follow him in his exthe numbers are replaced tenfold. emplifications of this theory, although Mortality in China is prodigious. we confess that his Historical Problem Millions are swept off by a war or a shows as much information as ingepestilence, and yet that is the territory nuity. We have now done all we in the whole earth where population intended, and, after wading through a is most donse. It is, therefore, no hundred and ninety-five pages of such idle question what will happen in wonderful speculations, (which, we some thousand years, when every confess, have astonished us the more, corner of the earth is inhabited. In as proceeding from the author of the this question lies matter for the most Deutsche Literatur,) we cannot part awful page in the world's history. without promising, on some future The means of supplying such prodi. occasion, to restore him to our own gious numbers are above our present good opinion, and that of our readers, faculties to imagine - or is that the by giving a view of him in some of time for the angel of destruction fore his better works—his stirring history told to us in the Revelations ?"

HYMNS OF A HERMIT. BY ARCHÆUS.

HYMN VII. 1.

6. Thou, Lord! who rear'st the moun. Instruct my soul, by shows distraught tains' height,

[bright; Too vast and loud for peaceful And makest the cliffs with sunshine thought, Oh, grant that I may own thy hand That every quiet mote and gleam, No less in every grain of sand! With Thee to musing spirits beam. 2.

7. With forests huge of dateless time Inspire me, Thou, in every glance Thy will has hung each peak sublime; Of all our dreams confuse as chance, But wither'd leaves beneath a tree, In every change of mortal things Have tongues that tell us loud of Thee. To see a power from Thee that springs; 3.

8. While clouds to clouds throughages call, In every human word and deed, Thou pour'st the thundering waterfall; Each flash of feeling, will, or creed, But every silent drop of dew

To know a plan ordain'd above, Reflects thy order'd world to view. Begun and ending all in love. 4,

9. In all the immense, the strange, and old, So smallest bubbles here on earth Thy presence careless men behold; With me shall claim a heavenly birth, In all the little, weak, and mean,

And each faint atom passing by By faith be Thou as clearly seen. Seem bright with thine eternal eye. 5.

10. Thou teach that not a leaf can grow So best we learn what light sublime Till life from Thee within it flow; Is hid within the clouds of time, That not a speck of dust can be, Whose darkness, dreadful though it be, O Fount of Being! save by Thee. From those who seek conceals not Thee.

HYMN VIII. 1.

6. I stood upon the heap'd remains Swift fled the clouds that dismal hung, Of ancient worlds, 'mid waste and rock, Forth stept the sun with godlike sway, Where fire had heaved the rifted plains, The gloom no more about me clung, And flood had worn each massive block; And glorious radiance fill'd the day.

2.
Great layers of cinders, ashes piled,
And molten streams congeal'd to stone,
Grey peaks by biting ages filed,
And shapeless ruins overthrown;

7.
A boundless hall of purple sky,
Around me spread celestial air,
And smallest woofs were seen to lie,
In downy softness floating there.

3.

8. Dark vales descending headlong deep, Beyond the mountains' nearer view, Whose gulfour human thought devours, So stern and rude, the ocean lay, And iron crags upon the steep A circling plain of azure hue, Sepulchral thrones of perish'd

powers. Becalm'd in evening's loveliest ray.

4,
What all around I seem'd to scan
Was desolation's eyeless face,
A world whose dim forgotten plan
No present skill avail'd to trace.

9.
Far off, the shore, the fields, the vales,
The town, the hamlets glancing shone,
And burnish'd isles and gliding sails
Were bright with life beyond their own.

5.

10. The crystal sky's harmonious frame, But near, how changed is all around ! The joyous earth of fruitful cheer, Destruction's woe and conflict o'er, No kindred here methought could claim, The pathless rocks, the dells profound, Where all was death, and grief, and fear. To me are dark and sad no more.

15.

11. I see the herbage climb and steal Thou, God, so rulest; such the plan Throngh dens where once the earth. Of endless change, evolving good ;. quakes fought,

Thou leadest thus desponding man And cliff and peak seem all to feel With hope on all thy works to brood; A stamp of good serenely wrought.

16.
12.

In all to see an endless will,
Below, the valley seems to shut
Within its mounds a joyous rill;

For all educing light and life;

Thy blessings born from seeming ill, Not far beyond, a peasant's hut

And peace the end assured of strife. Sends curling smoke along the hill. 13.

17. The wary goat is browsing nigh, So Thou in me, O God! ordain A bird is wheeling smooth in air,

That qniet faith and gladness pure, Here seeks the flitting butterfly

O'er all convulsions past may reign, 'Mid mountain plants an odorous fare.

And root my soul in Thee secure. 14. Here nature's lonely fortress towers, So haggard wrecks of former woe By giant struggles rear'd and wall’d; Beneath thy radiant light may shine, Yet contemplation's happiest flowers And charm'd to steadfast being, show Are opening bright and unappallid. O'er all their havoc bliss divine.

18.

HYMN IX.

1.
O Thou who strength and wisdom sheddest
O'er all thy countless works below,
And harmony and beauty spreadest
On lands unmoved, and seas that flow !
From grains and motes to spheres uncounted,
From deep beneath, to suns above,
My gaze with awe and joy has mounted,
And found in all thy ordering love.

2.
The fly around me smoothly flitting,
The lark that hymns the morning star,
The swan on crystal water sitting,
The eagle hung in skies afar-
To all their cleaving wings thou givest,
Like those that bear the seraph's flight;
In all, O perfect Will! thou livest,
For all hast oped thy world of light.

3.
The grass that springs beside the fountain,
The silver waves that sparkle there,
The trees that robe the shadowing mountain,
And high o'er all the limpid air-
Amid the vale each lowly dwelling,
Whose hearths with sweet religion shine,
In measure all things round are swelling
With tranquil being's force divine.

4.
And deep and vast beyond our wonder,
The links of power that bind the whole,
While day and dusk, and breeze and thunder,
And life and death unceasing roll.
While all is wheel'd in endless motion,
Thou changest not, upholding all ;
And lifting man in pure devotion,
On Thee thou teachest him to call.

5.
To him, thy child, thyself revealing,
He sees what all is meant to be ;
From him thy secret not concealing,
Thou bidd'st his will aspire to Thee.
And so we own in thy creation
An image painting all thou art ;
And crowning all the revelation
Thy loftiest work, a human heart.

6.
The will, the love, the sunlike reason,
Which thou hast made the strength of man,
May ebb and flow through day and season,
And oft may mar their seeming plan ;
But Thou art here to nerve and fashion
With better hopes our world of care,
To calm each base and lawless passion,
And so the heavenly life repair.

7.
In all the track of earth-born ages,
Each day displays thy guidance clear,
And, best divined by holiest sages,
Makes
every

child in part a seer.
Thy laws are bright with purest glory,
To us thou givest congenial eyes,
And so in earth's unfolding story,
We read thy truth that fills the skies.

8.
But ’mid thy countless forms of being
One shines supreme o'er all beside,
And man, in all thy wisdom seeing,
In Him reveres a sinless guide.
In Him alone, no longer shrouded
By mist that dims all

meaner things,
Thou dwell'st, () God! unveil'd, unclouded,
And fearless peace thy presence brings.

9.
Then teach my heart, celestial Brightness !
To know that Thou art hid no more,
To sun my spirit's dear-bought whiteness
Beneath thy rays, and upward soar.
In all that is, a law unchanging
Of Truth and Love may I behold,
And own, 'mid thought's unbounded ranging,
The timeless One proclaim'd of old !

HYMN X.

1.
Time more than earthly o'er this hour prevails,
While thus I stand beside the newly-dead ;
My heart is raised in awe, in terror quails
Before these relics, whence the life is fled.

2.
That face, so well-beloved, is senseless now,
And lies a shrunken mask of common clay ;
No more shall thought inspire the pulseless brow,
Or laughter round the mouth keep holiday.

3. In vain affection yearns to own as man This clod turn'd over by the plough of death ; The sharpen'd nose, the frozen eyes we scan, And wondering think the heap had human breath,

4.
An hour ago its lightest looks or throbs,
Impell’d in me the bosom's ample tide ;
Its farewell words awaken’d sighs and sobs,
To me more vivid seem'd than all beside.

5.
Now not a worm is crawling o'er the earth,
But shows than this an impulse more divine ;
And wandering lost in stunn'd reflection's dearth,
I only feel what total loss is mine.

6.
Cold hand, I touch thee! Perish'd friend! I know
What years of mutual joy are gone with thee;
And yet from these benumb'd remains there flow
Calm thoughts that first with chasten'd hopes agree.

7.
How strange is death to life! and yet how sure
The law which dooms each living thing to die !
Whate'er is outward cannot long endure,
And all that lasts eludes the subtlest eye.

8.
Because the eye is only made to spell
The grosser garb and failing husk of things;
The vital strengths and streams that inlier dwell,
Our faith divines amid their secret springs.

9.
The stars will sink as fade the lamps of earth,
The earth be lost as vapour seen no more,
And all around that seems of oldest birth,
Abides one destined day—and all is o'er.

10.
Himalah's piles, like heaps of autumn leaves,
Will one day spread along the winds of space,
And each strong stamp of man the world receives
Will fit like steps in sand without a trace.

11.
Yet something still will somewhere needs abide
Of all whose being e'er has fill'd our thought;
In different shapes to other worlds may glide,
But still must live as more than empty naught.

12. The trees decay'd, their parent soil will feed, Whence trees may grow more fair than grew the first; To worlds destroy'd, so worlds may still succeed, And still the earliest may have been the worst.

13,
Thus, never desperate, muse believing men;
But what, O Power Divine! shall men become ?
This pale memorial meets my gaze again,
And grief a moment bids my hopes be dumb.

14.
Not thus, O God! desert us ! Rather I
Should sink at once to unremembering clay,
And close my sight on thy translucent sky,
Than yield my soul to death a helpless prey ;