Down, down, down! Down to the depths of the sea! She sits at her wheel in the humming town, e' Singing most joyfully. Hark what she sings: "O joy, O joy, For the humming street, and the child with its toy! And the blessed light of the sun!" And so she sings her fill, Singing most joyfully, Till the spindle drops from her hand, And the whizzing wheel stands still. She steals to the window and looks at the sand, And over the sand at the sea; And her eyes are set in a stare; A long, long sigh; For the cold strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away, children; She will start from her slumber She will hear the winds howling, Will hear the waves roar. We shall see, while above us The waves roar and whirl, A pavement of pearl. Singing "Here came a mortal, And alone dwell for ever We will gaze, from the sand-hills, Singing, "There dwells a loved one, She left lonely for ever G MEMORIAL VERSES (1850) OETHE in Weimar sleeps, and Greece, When Byron's eyes were shut in death, And yet with reverential awe When Goethe's death was told, we said,Sunk, then, is Europe's sagest head. Physician of the iron age, Goethe had done his pilgrimage, He took the suffering human race, He read each wound, each weakness clear And struck his finger on the place, And said: Thou ailest here, and here! He said, The end is everywhere, And Wordsworth!-Ah, pale ghosts, rejoice! Been to your shadowy world conveyed, Had fallen-on this iron time Of doubts, disputes, distractions, fears. He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round; He spoke, and loosed our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth, Smiles broke from us and we had ease; Ah! since dark days still bring to light And against fear our breast to steel; A FINAL WORD ON AMERICA IR HENRY MAINE, in an admirable essay which, though not signed, betrays him for its author by its rare and characteristic qualities of mind and style-Sir Henry Maine in the Quarterly Review adopts and often reiterates a phrase of M. Scherer, to the effect that "democracy is only a form of government." He holds up to ridicule a sentence of Mr. Bancroft's "History," in which the American democracy is told that its ascent to power "proceeded as uniformly and majestically as the laws of being, and was as certain as the degrees of eternity." Let us be willing to give Sir Henry Maine his way and to allow no magnificent claim of this kind on behalf of the American democracy. Let us treat as not more solid the assertion in the Declaration of Independence, that "all men are created equal, are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, among them life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." Let us concede that these natural rights are a figment; that chance and circumstance, as much as deliberate foresight and design, have brought the United States into their present condition, that moreover the British rule which they threw off was not the rule of oppressors and tyrants which declaimers suppose; and that the merit of the Americans was not that of oppressed men rising against tyrants, but rather of sensible young people getting rid of stupid and overweening guardians who misunderstood and mismanaged them. All this let us concede, if we will; but in conceding it let us not lose sight of the really important point, which is this: that their institutions do in fact suit the people of the United States sc well, and that from this suitableness they do derive so much actual benefit. As one watches the play of their institutions, the image suggests itself to one's mind of a man in a suit of clothes which fits him to perfection, leaving all his movements unimpeded and easy. It is loose where it ought to be loose, and it sits close where its sitting close is an advantage. The central government of the United States keeps in its own hands those functions which, if the nation is to have real unity, ought to be kept there; those functions it takes to itself and no others. |