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"Summer is y-comen in,Loude sing cuckoo:Groweth seed,And bloweth mead,And springeth the wood now;Sing Cuckoo!Ewe bleateth after lamb,Lowth after calf cow;Bullock starteth,Buck restethMerry sing cuckoo!Cuckoo, Cuckoo!Well sings thou cuckoo!Ne swick thou never now."

"Summer is y-comen in,

Loude sing cuckoo:

Groweth seed,

And bloweth mead,

And springeth the wood now;

Sing Cuckoo!

Ewe bleateth after lamb,

Lowth after calf cow;

Bullock starteth,

Buck resteth

Merry sing cuckoo!

Cuckoo, Cuckoo!

Well sings thou cuckoo!

Ne swick thou never now."

The old ballads seem to have no paternity. They spring up like flowers, spontaneously. Most of them are of unknown date and unknown authorship. The structure, language, and spelling of many have been so modified, by successive reciters, that their original form is now lost. We have a short summary of King Arthur's history, the great hero of romance, in a comparatively modern ballad. I will quote it:

Of Brutus' blood, in Brittane born,King Arthur I am to name:Through Christendome and HeathynesseWell known is my worthy fame.In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve;I am a Christyan born:The Father, Sone and Holy GostOne God I doe adore.In the four hundreed nintieth yeereOver Brittaine I did rayne,After my Savior Christ his byrth:What time I did maintaine.The fellowshippe of the table roundSoe famous in those days;Whereatt a hundred noble KnightsAnd thirty sat alwayes;Who for their deeds and martiall feates,As bookes dou yet record,Amongst all other nationsWer feared through the world.And in the castle of Tayntagill,King Uther me begateOf Agyana, a bewtyous ladye,And come of hie estate.And when I was fifteen yeer old,Then was I crowned Kinge;All Brittaine that was att an uproreI did to quiett bringAnd drove the Saxons from the realme,Who had oppressed this land;All Scotland then throughe manly featesI conquered with my hand.Ireland, Denmarke, Norway,These countryes won I allIseland, Getheland and Swothland;And mad their kings my thrallI conquered all Galya,That now is called France;And slew the hardye Froll in FieldMy honor to advance,And the ugly gyant DynabusSoe terrible to vewe,That in Saint Barnard's Mount did lye,By force of armes, I slew;And Lucyus, the emperor of RomeI brought to deadly wracke;And a thousand more of noble knightesFor feare did turn their backe;Five kings of "Haynims" I did killAmidst that bloody strife;Besides the Grecian emperorWho also lost his liffe.Whose carcasse I did send to RomeCladd pourlye on a beete;And afterward I past Mount JoyeThe next approaching yeer.Then I came to Rome where I was mettRight as a conquererAnd by all the cardinalls solempnelyeI was crowned an emperor.One winter there I mad abode;Then word to mee was broughtHowe Mordred had oppressed the crown;What treason he had wrought.Att home in Brittaine with my queene:Therefore I came with speedTo Brittaine back with all my powerTo quitt that traterous deede.And soon at Sandwich I arrivdeWhere Mordred me withstoode.But yett at last I landed thereWith effusion of much blood.Thence chased I Mordred awayWho fledd to London right,From London to Winchester, andTo Comeballe took his flight.And stile I him pursued with speedTile at the last wee mett:Uhevby an appointed day of fightWas there agreed and settWhere we did fight of mortal lifeEche other to deprive,Tile of a hundred thousand menScarce one was left alive.There all the noble chevalryeOf Brittaine took their endOh see how fickle is their stateThat doe on feates depend.There all the traiterous men were slaineNot one escapte awayAnd there dyed all my vallyant knightsAlas! that woful day!Two and twenty yeere I ware the crownIn honor and grete fame;And thus by deth4suddenlyeDeprived of the same.

Of Brutus' blood, in Brittane born,

King Arthur I am to name:

Through Christendome and Heathynesse

Well known is my worthy fame.

In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve;

I am a Christyan born:

The Father, Sone and Holy Gost

One God I doe adore.

In the four hundreed nintieth yeere

Over Brittaine I did rayne,

After my Savior Christ his byrth:

What time I did maintaine.

The fellowshippe of the table round

Soe famous in those days;

Whereatt a hundred noble Knights

And thirty sat alwayes;

Who for their deeds and martiall feates,

As bookes dou yet record,

Amongst all other nations

Wer feared through the world.

And in the castle of Tayntagill,

King Uther me begate

Of Agyana, a bewtyous ladye,

And come of hie estate.

And when I was fifteen yeer old,

Then was I crowned Kinge;

All Brittaine that was att an uprore

I did to quiett bring

And drove the Saxons from the realme,

Who had oppressed this land;

All Scotland then throughe manly feates

I conquered with my hand.

Ireland, Denmarke, Norway,

These countryes won I all

Iseland, Getheland and Swothland;

And mad their kings my thrall

I conquered all Galya,

That now is called France;

And slew the hardye Froll in Field

My honor to advance,

And the ugly gyant Dynabus

Soe terrible to vewe,

That in Saint Barnard's Mount did lye,

By force of armes, I slew;

And Lucyus, the emperor of Rome

I brought to deadly wracke;

And a thousand more of noble knightes

For feare did turn their backe;

Five kings of "Haynims" I did kill

Amidst that bloody strife;

Besides the Grecian emperor

Who also lost his liffe.

Whose carcasse I did send to Rome

Cladd pourlye on a beete;

And afterward I past Mount Joye

The next approaching yeer.

Then I came to Rome where I was mett

Right as a conquerer

And by all the cardinalls solempnelye

I was crowned an emperor.

One winter there I mad abode;

Then word to mee was brought

Howe Mordred had oppressed the crown;

What treason he had wrought.

Att home in Brittaine with my queene:

Therefore I came with speed

To Brittaine back with all my power

To quitt that traterous deede.

And soon at Sandwich I arrivde

Where Mordred me withstoode.

But yett at last I landed there

With effusion of much blood.

Thence chased I Mordred away

Who fledd to London right,

From London to Winchester, and

To Comeballe took his flight.

And stile I him pursued with speed

Tile at the last wee mett:

Uhevby an appointed day of fight

Was there agreed and sett

Where we did fight of mortal life

Eche other to deprive,

Tile of a hundred thousand men

Scarce one was left alive.

There all the noble chevalrye

Of Brittaine took their end

Oh see how fickle is their state

That doe on feates depend.

There all the traiterous men were slaine

Not one escapte away

And there dyed all my vallyant knights

Alas! that woful day!

Two and twenty yeere I ware the crown

In honor and grete fame;

And thus by deth4suddenlye

Deprived of the same.

Some distinguished English critics, like Warton and Dr. Warburton, maintain that the materials as well as the taste for romantic fiction were derived almost exclusively from the Arabians. They assume therefore that the traditions, fables and mode of thought in Northern Asia from whence the Scandinavians and Germans are supposed to have originated, were identical with those which the secluded people of Arabia afterwards incorporated into their literature. It is more natural to assume that there is always a similarity in the mythologies, as in the manners, religion, and armor of rude ages and races. Respect for woman was a characteristic of the northern nations of Europe, and not of the Mohammedans. This is an all pervading element in romantic and chivalric fiction. The Northmen believed in giants and dwarfs; in wizzards and fairies; in necromancy and enchantments; as well as the Oriental natives. It is reasonable, therefore, to assume that the immense tide of song which inundated Europe from the eleventh to the sixteenth century, under the form of metrical romances, ballads, and songs, was made up of confluent streams from classical, Oriental, and Gothic mythologies. The Troubadours of Province (from Provincia, by way of eminence), the legitimate successors of the Latin citharcedi, the British bards, the northern scalds, the Saxon gleemen, and English harpers, all contributed in turn to form English minstrelsy and French romance. The Latin tongue ceased to be spoken in France about the ninth century. The new language used in its stead was a mixture of bad Latin and the language of the Franks. As their speech was a medley, so was their poetry. As the songs of chivalry were the most popular compositions in the new or Romance language, they were called Romans, or Romants. They appeared about the eleventh century. The stories of Arthur and his round table are doubtless of British origin. It is evident that the Northmen had the elements of chivalry in them long before that institution became famous, as is shown by the story of Regner Lodbrog, the celebrated warrior and sea king, who landed in Denmark about the year 800. A Swedish Princehad intrusted his beautiful daughter to the care of one of his nobles who cruelly detained her in his castle under pretence of making her his wife. The King made proclamation that whoever would rescue her should have her in marriage. Regner alone achieved her rescue. The name of the traitorous man was Orme, which in the Islandic tongue means a serpent, hence the story that the maiden was guarded by a dragon, which her bold deliverer slew. The history of Richard I. is full of such romantic adventures. Shakespeare, in his play of King John, alludes to an exploit of Richard in slaying a lion, whence the epithet "Cœur de Lion," which is given in no history. He says:

"Needs must you lay your heart at his disposeAgainst whose furie and unmatched force,The aweless lion could not wage the fightNor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand:He that perforce robs lions of their heartsMay easily winne a woman's."

"Needs must you lay your heart at his dispose

Against whose furie and unmatched force,

The aweless lion could not wage the fight

Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand:

He that perforce robs lions of their hearts

May easily winne a woman's."

This allusion is fully explained in the old romance of Richard Cœur de Lion. The King travelling as "a palmer in Almaye," from the Holy Land, was seized as a spy and imprisoned. Being challenged to a trial of pugilism by the King's son, he slew him. The King to avenge his son's death let in a hungry lion upon the royal prisoner. The King's daughter, who loved the captive, sent him forty ells of white silk "kerchers" to bind about him as a defence against the lion's teeth and claws. The romance thus proceeds:

The kever-chefes he toke on hand,And aboute his arme he wonde;And thought in that ylke whileTo slee the lyon with some gyleAnd syngle in a kyrtyle he strodeAnd abode the lyon fyers and wode,With that came the jaylere,And other men that with him wereAnd the lyon them amonge;His pawes were stiffe and stronge.His chamber dore they undoneAnd the lyon to them is goneRycharde aayd Helpe Lord Jesu!The lyon made to him venu,And wolde him have alle to rente:Kynge Rycharde beside hym glenteThe lyon on the breste hym spurnedThat about he turned,The lyon was hongry and megre,And bette his tail to be egre;He loked about as he were madde,He cryd lowde and yaned wyde.Kynge Richarde bethought him that tydeWhat hym was beste, and to him sterteIn at the thide his hand he gerte,And rente out the beste with his hondLounge and all that he there fonde.The lyon fell deed on the groundeRycharde felt no wem ne wounde.

The kever-chefes he toke on hand,

And aboute his arme he wonde;

And thought in that ylke while

To slee the lyon with some gyle

And syngle in a kyrtyle he strode

And abode the lyon fyers and wode,

With that came the jaylere,

And other men that with him were

And the lyon them amonge;

His pawes were stiffe and stronge.

His chamber dore they undone

And the lyon to them is gone

Rycharde aayd Helpe Lord Jesu!

The lyon made to him venu,

And wolde him have alle to rente:

Kynge Rycharde beside hym glente

The lyon on the breste hym spurned

That about he turned,

The lyon was hongry and megre,

And bette his tail to be egre;

He loked about as he were madde,

He cryd lowde and yaned wyde.

Kynge Richarde bethought him that tyde

What hym was beste, and to him sterte

In at the thide his hand he gerte,

And rente out the beste with his hond

Lounge and all that he there fonde.

The lyon fell deed on the grounde

Rycharde felt no wem ne wounde.

On such fictitious incidents in the romances of past ages, Shakespeare undoubtedly built many of his dramas. The story of Shylock in the Merchant of Venice is found in an old English ballad. I will quote a few stanzas to indicate the identity of Shylock and "Germutus, the Jew of Venice."

The bloudie Jew now ready isWith whetted blade in handTo spoyle the bloud of innocent,By forfeit of his bond,And as he was about to strikeIn him the deadly blow;Stay, quoth the judge, thy crueltieI charge thee to do so.Sith needs thou wilt thy forfeit haveWhich is of flesh a pound;See that thou shed no drop of bloudNor yet the man confoundFor if thou do, like murdererThou here shall hanged be;Likewise of flesh see that thou cutNo more than longs to thee;For if thou take either more or lesseTo the value of a miteThou shall be hanged presentlyAs is both law and right.

The bloudie Jew now ready is

With whetted blade in hand

To spoyle the bloud of innocent,

By forfeit of his bond,

And as he was about to strike

In him the deadly blow;

Stay, quoth the judge, thy crueltie

I charge thee to do so.

Sith needs thou wilt thy forfeit have

Which is of flesh a pound;

See that thou shed no drop of bloud

Nor yet the man confound

For if thou do, like murderer

Thou here shall hanged be;

Likewise of flesh see that thou cut

No more than longs to thee;

For if thou take either more or lesse

To the value of a mite

Thou shall be hanged presently

As is both law and right.

It is reasonable to suppose the miser thereupon departed cursing the law and leaving the merchant alive.

There is, also, a famous ballad called "King Leir and His Daughters," which embodies the story of Shakespeare's tragedy ofLear. It commences thus:

So on a time it pleased the kingA question thus to move,Which of his daughters to his graceCould show the dearest love;For to my age you bring content,Quoth he, then let me hear,Which of you three in plighted trothThe kindest will appear.

So on a time it pleased the king

A question thus to move,

Which of his daughters to his grace

Could show the dearest love;

For to my age you bring content,

Quoth he, then let me hear,

Which of you three in plighted troth

The kindest will appear.

To whom the eldest thus began;Dear father, mind, quoth sheBefore your face to do you good,My blood shall render'd be:And for your sake, my bleeding heartShall here be cut in twainEre that I see your reverend ageThe smallest grief sustain.And so wilt I the second said;Dear father for your sakeThe worst of all extremitiesI'll gently undertake.And serve your highness night and dayWith diligence and love;That sweet content and quietnessDiscomforts may remove.In doing so you glad my soulThe aged king replied:But what sayst thou my youngest girlHow is thy love ally'd?My love quoth young Cordelia thenWhich to your grace I oweShall be the duty of a childAnd that is all I'll show.

To whom the eldest thus began;

Dear father, mind, quoth she

Before your face to do you good,

My blood shall render'd be:

And for your sake, my bleeding heart

Shall here be cut in twain

Ere that I see your reverend age

The smallest grief sustain.

And so wilt I the second said;

Dear father for your sake

The worst of all extremities

I'll gently undertake.

And serve your highness night and day

With diligence and love;

That sweet content and quietness

Discomforts may remove.

In doing so you glad my soul

The aged king replied:

But what sayst thou my youngest girl

How is thy love ally'd?

My love quoth young Cordelia then

Which to your grace I owe

Shall be the duty of a child

And that is all I'll show.

This honest pledge the King despised and banished Cordelia. The ballad accords with the drama in the catastrophe. Both have the same moral and the same characters. The ballad is doubtless the earlier form of the story. Possibly the minstrel and dramatist may have borrowed from a common source. Good thoughts, good tales and noble deeds, like well-worn coins, sometimes lose their date and must be estimated by weight. Ballad poetry is written in various measures and with diverse feet. The rhythm is easy and flows along trippingly from the tongue with such regular emphasis and cadence as to lead instinctively to a sort of sing-song in the recital of it. Ballads are more frequently written in common metre lines of eight and six syllables alternating. Such is the famous ballad of "Chevy Chace,"5which has been growing in popular esteem for more than three hundred years. Ben Jonson used to say he would rather have been the author of it than of all his works. Sir Philip Sidney, in his discourse on poetry, says of it: "I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglass that I found not my heart more moved than with a trumpet." Addison wrote an elaborate review of it in the seventieth and seventy-fourth numbers of theSpectator. He there demonstrates that this old ballad has all the elements in it of the loftiest existing epic. The moral is the same as that of the Iliad:

"God save the king and bless the landIn plenty, joy and peaceAnd grant henceforth that foul debateTwixt noblemen may cease."

"God save the king and bless the land

In plenty, joy and peace

And grant henceforth that foul debate

Twixt noblemen may cease."

Addison, in Number 85 of theSpectator, also commends that beautiful and touching ballad denominated "The Children in the Wood." He observes, "This song is a plain, simple copy of nature, destitute of the helps and ornaments of art. The tale of it is a pretty, tragical story and pleases for no other reason than because it is a copy of nature." It is known to every child as a nursery song or a pleasant story. A stanza or two will reveal its pathos and rhythm. The children had been committed by their dying parents to their uncle:

The parents being dead and goneThe children home he takes,And brings them straite unto his houseWhere much of them he makes.He had kept these pretty babesA twelve month and a dayeBut for their wealth he did desireTo make them both away

The parents being dead and gone

The children home he takes,

And brings them straite unto his house

Where much of them he makes.

He had kept these pretty babes

A twelve month and a daye

But for their wealth he did desire

To make them both away

An assassin is hired to kill them; he leaves them in a deep forest:

These pretty babes with hand in handWent wandering up and downe;But never more could see the manApproaching from the town:Their pretty lippes with black-berriesWere all besmeared and dyedAnd when they saw the darksome nightThey sat them down and cried.Thus wandered these poor innocentsTill death did end their grief,In one another's armes they dyedAs wanting due relief;No burial this pretty pairOf any man receivesTill robin red-breast piouslyDid cover them with leaves.

These pretty babes with hand in hand

Went wandering up and downe;

But never more could see the man

Approaching from the town:

Their pretty lippes with black-berries

Were all besmeared and dyed

And when they saw the darksome night

They sat them down and cried.

Thus wandered these poor innocents

Till death did end their grief,

In one another's armes they dyed

As wanting due relief;

No burial this pretty pair

Of any man receives

Till robin red-breast piously

Did cover them with leaves.

There is a famous story book written by Richard Johnson in the reign of Elizabeth, entitled, "The Seven Champions of Christendom."6

The popular English ballad of "St. George and the Dragon," is founded on one of the narratives of this book, and the story in the book on a still older ballad, or legend, styled "Sir Bevis of Hampton." This, too, resembles very much Ovid's account of the slaughter of the dragon by Cadmus. In the legend of Sir Bevis the fight is thus described:

"Whan the dragon that foule isHad a sight of Sir Bevis,He cast yo a loud cryAs it had thondered in the sky,He turned his belly toward the sunIt was greater than any tonne;His scales was brighter than the glas,And harder they were than any brasBetwene his sholder and his tayleWas 40 fote without fayle,He woltered out of his denne,And Bevis pricked his stede then,And to him a spere he thrasteThat all to shivers he it braste.The dragon then gan Bevis assayleAnd smote Syr Bevis with his tayleThen down went horse and manAnd two rybbes of Bevis brused than."

"Whan the dragon that foule is

Had a sight of Sir Bevis,

He cast yo a loud cry

As it had thondered in the sky,

He turned his belly toward the sun

It was greater than any tonne;

His scales was brighter than the glas,

And harder they were than any bras

Betwene his sholder and his tayle

Was 40 fote without fayle,

He woltered out of his denne,

And Bevis pricked his stede then,

And to him a spere he thraste

That all to shivers he it braste.

The dragon then gan Bevis assayle

And smote Syr Bevis with his tayle

Then down went horse and man

And two rybbes of Bevis brused than."

Suffice it to say the knight at last conquered and the monster was slain. The same story is repeated in the ballad of "St. George and the Dragon," with variations. There a fair lady is rescued:

"For, with his lance that was so strong,As he came gaping in his face,In at his mouth, he thrust along,For he could pierce no other place;And thus within the lady's viewThis mighty dragon straight he slew."

"For, with his lance that was so strong,

As he came gaping in his face,

In at his mouth, he thrust along,

For he could pierce no other place;

And thus within the lady's view

This mighty dragon straight he slew."

The martial achievements of this patron saint of the "Knights of the Garter" are considered apocryphal, and, in 1792, it required an octavo volume by Rev. J. Milner to prove his existence at all. Emerson says he was a notorious thief and procured his prelatic honors by fraud.

The English history is to a considerable extent embodied in the national songs. Opinions, prejudices, and superstitions, however, are oftener embodied in them than facts. This species of literature has been very potent for good or ill in revolutionary times. Kings and parties have been both marred and made by them. The martial spirit, in all ages, has been kindled by lyrics; national victories have been celebrated by them; and by them individual prowess has been immortalized.

The English people were famous for their convivialty and periodical festivals such as May Day, New Years, sowing-time, sheep-shearing, harvest home, corresponding to our Thanksgiving and Christmas. All these occasions were enlivened with songs and tales. The Christmas carol and story are famous in England's annals. Scott says:

"All hail'd with uncontroll'd delightAnd general voice the happy night,That to the cottage as the crown,Brought tidings of salvation down.'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;A Christmas gambol oft could cheerThe poor man's heart through half the year."

"All hail'd with uncontroll'd delight

And general voice the happy night,

That to the cottage as the crown,

Brought tidings of salvation down.

'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale

'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;

A Christmas gambol oft could cheer

The poor man's heart through half the year."

3(return)Ritson and Bishop Percy speak of different ages: one describing the rise and the other the decline of minstrelsy.

4(return)The song makes Arthur record his own death.

5(return)7th vol. Child's British Poets.

6(return)Childs British Poets, I: 139 and 149.

ORIENTAL RELIGIONS AND THEIR RELATION TO UNIVERSAL RELIGION. BySamuel Johnson, with an introduction byO.B. Frothingham.Persia, Boston: Houghton, Mifflin & Co., 1885.

This is the third volume of the series, and was not quite completed at the time of Mr. Johnson's death in 1882. The other volumes, onIndiaandChina, created much interest in the world of religious and ethnical study, a prominent London publisher and literateur saying to a friend of the present writer that nothing more would need to be written of China for the next quarter of a century. Max Muller testified to the high value of Mr. Johnson's work.

In the study of the various religions, the author finds in each some peculiar manifestation of the universal religious sentiment. In Southern Asia he clearly sees nature almost absorbing the individual and hence a pantheistic vagueness and vastness in which man does not realize a complete sense of personality. But in the North and West the same Tudo-European race comes to a self-conscious individuality and there is the "evolution and worship of personal will." Mr. Johnson's first chapter on "Symbolism" brings out this epoch of will development as illustrated by the Persians,—the human soul impressing itself upon the material world—and finding outside itself natural emblems to express its religious life. "Symbolism is mediation between inward and outward, person and performance, man and his environment." "Work is the image man makes of himself on the world in and through nature." Mr. Johnson finds the personal element becoming supreme in these people of Northern and Western Asia.

Perhaps there has never been so philosophical and satisfactory a treatment of the Fire-Symbol, which, however, our author says is not peculiar to the religion of Persian Zoroaster, as we find in Mr. Johnson's chapter under that head. As light, heat, cosmic vital energy, astronomical centre, as all producing and all sustaining force, the sun and the other burning and brilliant objects lighted therefrom, furnish very much of the symbolism of all religions. "The Sun of Rightousness" is a favorite figure with Jew and Christian. It is doubtless as incorrect to characterize the Persians as "fire worshipers" as it would be to say that Christians, who use the same symbol, give their worship to the symbol rather than the Being symbolized. Still our author finds this emblem a very important one in the religion of the followers of Zoroaster and thinks he detects a progress in thought and civilization marked by the coming of the people to give religious regard to the sun and heavenly bodies, instead of fire kindled by human hands—a new stability of being corresponding with the passage of early people's art of nomadic or shepherd life into agriculture with its fixed abodes and domestic associations.

The two deities of the Zend Avesta, Ormuzd and Ahriman, the good and the evil in perpetual conflict, could not have been conceived of in Southern Asia where the human will is kept under, and where self-consciousness is so moderately developed. This battle is in the Avestan faith and morals largely in thehuman breast, and is the same that Paul is conscious of in the combat he describes between himself and sin that was in him. The AvestanMoralsare brought out by Mr. Johnson in their original and exceeding purity.

But the larger sweep of Mr. Johnson's purpose carries him into an exhaustive and most interesting consideration of Persian influence upon the Hebrew faith and thought—through the conquests of Cyrus and Alexander—and through Maurchæism and Gnosticism—down to Christendom.

Mahometanism is, in our author's mind, the culmination of the religion of personal will, and he devotes many glowing and instructive pages to bringing out the meaning and heart of the religion of Islam, especially in its later and in its more spiritual developments. The final object of the volume is to show the relation of the religion of personal will to universal religion.

Of course our author has not been foolish and unfair enough to portray the perversions and lapses of this particular type of Oriental faith and ethics; but his aim has been to set forth its essential principles and to show how they spring from the universal root.

The study of comparative religions, and hence of the universal religion, is one of the characteristics and glories of our time. Once every people despised, as a religious duty, every nation and every religion but its own, and sword and fagot were employed, as under divine command, to exterminate all strange manifestations of religious sentiment. Now the advance guard of civilization is giving itself to devout and thankful study of all the religions under the sure impression that they will prove to be one in origin and essence: and so a sweeter human sympathy and a more complete unity are beginning to be realized among men.

No man has in most respects been better fitted for this study than was the lamented author of these books. Mr. Johnson was almost or quite "a religious genius," with an enthusiasm of faith in the invisible and the idea, which few men have ever shown; and his devoutness was equalled by his catholicity. His religious lyrics enrich our Christian psalmody, while his published discourses, mingling philosophical light with fervor of a transcendent faith in God and man, rank among the grandest utterances from the American pulpit and platform. No American can afford to miss the power and influence of such a mind; and no student of religion should fail to have in his possession Johnson'sPersia.

"THE OVERSHADOWING POWER OF GOD. A synopsis of a new philosophy concerning the nature of the soul of man, its union with the animal soul, and its gradual creation through successive acts of overshadowing and the insertion of shoots, to its perfection in Jesus the Christ; with illustrations of the inner meaning of the Bible, from the Hebrew roots; offering to the afflicted soul the way of freedom from inharmony and disease. ByHorace Bowen, M.D.; transcribed in verse by Sheridan Wait, with chart and illustrations by M.W. Fairchild. Vineland, N.J. New Life Publishing Co., 1883."

This book of Dr. Bowen's opens into a field of thought that has heretofore mostly escaped the survey of theologians and philosophers: classes that are supposed to be in pursuit of essential truth concerning both God and man. Its leading aim seems to be to present a reliable clew to those truths by an unusual interpretation of the Scriptures as a revelation of creative order. The author stands with a comparatively small class of ardent explorerswho have come to see "the light of the world" under a new radiance; a radiance that actually gives it the breadth and power of its claim.

Dr. Bowen's personal career in coming to this light, as related in the preface, is full of interest; and this preface is impressively wrought with the system of creative law that he aims to outline, and that the verse of Mr. Wait labors to elaborate. This author is firmly loyal to the sacred Scriptures as divine revelation, and, as such, he aims to show that, in their inmost sense, they systematically unfold the creative process, which consists of divine operations in the human soul by which, through varied series of growth, it becomes fully conjoined to, and illuminated with creative life—the light and life of Jesus, the Christ. The process from Adamic to Christ states of soul, Dr. Bowen finds was effected through successive births by "the overshadowing power of God;" so the immaculate conception of the virgin, that gave "the highest" full embodiment in Jesus Christ was simply a revelation of the ultimation of creative power in outward realms; as such, "was the completion of the plan for the creation of man, through a serial gradation of over-shadowings, or the sowing of seed and the insertion of shoots"—this "individual case being but the universal method of God in creation."

Dr. Bowen goes on to show the relation and bearing of this ultimate order of creative life in the human form to the mental and physical conditions of man, and holds it to be the saving term to our human nature, in all respects.

The body of the book, consisting of nearly five hundred pages of "verse" by Mr. Wait, is an ingenious elaboration of the principles and forms of this order, especially as it is found held in the Hebraic Roots, throughout the incomparable system of divine revelation. But, indisputably, the treatise would have been far more forcible and impressive if it had been dressed with the direct and vigorous style shown by the author in his preface. Not the least in significance in this remarkable publication is a pocketed chart by Miss Fairchild. But the whole must be perused and pondered in order to give proper impressions of its real value. To the mind of the writer of this brief notice, the book will greatly aid the struggling thought of this manifestly transitional era, in that it points so distinctly to the oncoming theological science that is to effect a complete revolution in prevailing conceptions of creative order.

PHILOSOPHIÆ QUESTOR: or Days in Concord. ByJulia R. Anagnos. Boston: D. Lothrop and Company.

This is a little book—only sixty pages—but it is entirely unique in its plan and style. Its purpose is to give an outline sketch of two seasons of the School of Philosophy. To secure this purpose, the author has taken as "a sort of half heroine the shadowy figure of a young girl;" and, as seen to her, the proceedings of the school are sketched. Most of the persons and places have fictitious names; Mr. Alcott is called "Venerablis;" Concord, "Harmony;" the school, "the Acadame." Mr. Emerson retains his real name; the girl, who observes and writes, is "Eudoxia."

One who opens the book will be apt to read it through, not as much for its real value as for its quaint style and sometimes beautiful expressions.

Of all the nearly two-score states together forming the American Union, no one surpasses the Commonwealth of Massachusetts in the extent and variety of her historical resources. Two hundred and sixty-five years ago the Mayflower and her companion craft sighted the rock-bound coast of New England as they sailed into Massachusetts Bay. That event marks the beginning of a history which, to us of the present generation, stands unequalled in the richness of its coloring. While the history of the Colonial period is cold and unpoetic in many of its aspects, it also contains an element of romance not to be overlooked. Truly, it is not the romance of ancient Rome, nor of the castle-bordered Rhine, nor of Merrie Old England; it is a romance growing out of a life in a new world; a life attended—almost made up, even, of conflicts with a strange race of savage people, and conflicts with hunger, cold, and sometimes famine. The events of this early Colonial life, tragic as they often are, carry with them an interest which is almost enchanting.

When, as children, we read those tales from the old school reading book, or heard them recited as we sat at grandfather's knee, what pictures impressed themselves on our eager minds! The log meeting-house, and before it the stacked muskets and pacing sentinel; the dusky savage faces hiding behind every tree; the midnight assault: the lurid fire, and the brandished tomahawk—these are pictures that have sometimes come with startling vividness to our youthful imaginations. And then our fancies have seen the so-called witches of Salem, the sudden arrest, the hurrying to the jail and perhaps to the gallows.

To the older mind, these realities of the past have a deep and ever-growing interest. The later periods of the Colony, the period of the Revolution and the period immediately following, are increasingly fertile in materials for the historian, the essayist, and the novelist. To bring out into clearer light, to present in forms adapted to the mass of readers, and to arouse a more lively interest in this history, especially the romantic element of it, is one leading aim and intent of this magazine. There are in existence various magazines devoted to New England history, and which are of great value to the student and the antiquary. TheBay State Monthlyis not only this, it is a magazine for the people; and throughout this State, and no less in many others,—offsprings of this old Commonwealth,—it has received and awaits a still more generous reception.

The custom of observing the anniversaries of the incorporation of towns and cities in New England has become well established. In Massachusetts there are a very few towns which have reached so important an epoch in their history, as the quarter millennial of their corporate existence. Several have celebrated their bi-centennials, while hardly a year passes without the observance of one or more centennial anniversaries.

The custom is strongly to be commended, for it serves an important historical purpose. It is especially true in New England that every town, no matter how small, has an important place in the general history, and the perpetuity of this history, it hardly needs to be said, is a matter of great importance to this and succeeding generations. This is being done most effectually by means of these publicly-observed anniversaries. An event of this kind draws together the residents of the town, and many others who are connected with its history by their early life or ancestry. The occasion calls forth an historical address prepared by some native of the town, who has attained distinction in professional or public life—and what New England town cannot boast of its distinguished son—and, at the same time, arrangements are made for a published history of the town. These historical sketches are of great value and, collectively, they contain the true history of the people. The humble historian of the little town down on the Cape or up among the hills of Berkshire, may not be a Prescott, a Motley or a Bancroft, but, in his smaller sphere, he is performing a service no less valuable than that of the historian of nations. In many of these local histories are to be found events of highly-romantic interest, while some of them have been the starting point of real romances stronger than fiction. But their chief value is in their faithful portrayal of the lives of those earlier generations whose relations with our lives are so well worthy of study. That there is at present a much more general interest in this kind of history than there was fifty, or even twenty years ago, is evident; and as the towns of this State successively arrive at their important anniversaries, the written history of Massachusetts will grow more and more complete.

The annual meeting of the Massachusetts Historical Society took place in the society's room, April 9, the Honorable Robert C. Winthrop in the chair.

It was greatly regretted that Mr. Winthrop felt compelled to decline serving as President for a longer term, and a tribute to his distinguished services in this office was offered in the remarks of Mr. Saltonstall. Mr. Winthrop's reply was most appropriate; and in it he spoke of the distinguished men who had honored the membership of the society within the term of his presidency extending over the last forty-five years.

The following officers were elected for the ensuing year: President, Rev. G.E. Ellis, D.D.; Vice Presidents, Charles Deane, LL.D., Francis Parkman, LL.D.; Recording Secretary, Rev. Edward J. Young, A.M.; Corresponding Secretary, Justin Winsor, A.B.; Treasurer, Charles E. Smith, Esq.; Librarian, Honorable Samuel A. Green, M.D.; Cabinet-keeper, Fitch Edward Oliver, M.D.; Executive Committee of the Council, William W. Greenough, A.B., Honorable Samuel C. Cobb, Abbott Lawrence, A.M., Abner C. Goodell, A.M., Honorable Mellen Chamberlain, I.L.B.

The one hundred and tenth anniversary of the battle of Lexington was fittingly observed in that town on the 19th of April. The citizens, with many visitors, united in celebrating that memorable event, the very thought of which must ever stir the soul of every patriotic American. At the exercises in the evening at the Lexington Town Hall, Governor Robinson delivered a brief oration. The closing words are as follows:

"The story of eloquence is breathed in the associations of the spot. You feel the inspirations that come out of the place and you know full well in your heart the depth of the lesson it teaches. Now, has it failed in these recent years? When the call came again to the men of Lexington to stand for the welfare of the Union there were no laggards. So shall it be that the people reading the story of the past will bring up all to that standard which was set so high. Slavery of the human form may not now be tolerated. Despotism may not triumph. The shackles may have fallen from men's bodies. But still, forms of bondage control the actions of thinking men, and so the battle is before the men who love their liberty and appreciate it. And so, as of old, they shall find the God above leading them on, and when the great victory of all is accomplished, when man treats his brother man in perfect equality—not in theory, but in truth—it will certainly be in recognition of God's leadership of his people, and then the grand Te Deum should be chanted that should make the welkin ring with rejoicing."

Among the few towns in Massachusetts which were founded so long as two hundred and fifty years ago, the town of Newbury is one. On the tenth day of June next, its quarter-millennial anniversary will be celebrated. The occasion will be one of great interest. The address will be given by President Bartlett of Dartmouth College. John G. Whittier, who is descended from the old Greenleaf family of Newbury, is expected to furnish a poem, and George Lunt, who read the ode at the celebration fifty years ago, will provide one for this occasion. It is regretted that James Russell Lowell, who is a lineal descendant from a noted Newbury family, cannot take part in the exercises. But the gathering will be a notable one, and there will be no lack of historical reminiscences.

The one-hundredth anniversary of the incorporation of the town of Heath, Franklin. County, Massachusetts, is to be observed on the nineteenth of August next. Previous to 1785, Heath was a part of Charlemont. The town is rich in historic events and is the birthplace of many men and women of note.

At the centennial celebration, addresses will be delivered by Rev. C.E. Dickinson of Marietta, Ohio, and John H. Thompson, Esq., of Chicago, Illinois; and a poem will be given by Mrs. C.W. McCoy of Columbus, Georgia.

The town has chosen the following committee to have charge of the arrangements: O. Maxwell, Chairman; William S. Gleason, William M. Maxwell, Charles D. Benson; Charles B. Cutler, Corresponding Secretary.

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