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English spirit is gone . The public meeting seems to me nothing but a conventional machinery to collect pence for some trading statesman of the lass for some " secretary" always out of work ; and to collect customers for some landlord , who broaches revolutionary principles as a whet to the advertisement of his own beer . That every man who begs should not be respected for that mere fact ! Undisciplined helpless numbers , rapacious trading agents for agitation , turbulent bullying and timid trimming seemed to my unfamiliar eyes the traits of this public meeting . c \ Political power !" The working classes of England seem to have grown out of all knowledge
that political power is not a " right , " but a fact ; their leaders evidently view it neither as a right nor a fact , but only as a catchword for an advertisement in the "agitation" trade . [ noticed a policeman solemnly taking notes of the nonsense , especially of that wild gentleman who suggested to the company in'this public house parlour the example of Hampden and Cromwell : Werneth conjectures that these reports are duly sent up to the Office of the Interior ; and the Secretary of State holds that by such means he is well informed as to " the state of the country , " and " the feelings
of the people" ! This " liveried servant of our tyrannical and despotic oppressors , " was a standing figure in the eloquence of . the benevolent-faced secretary ; and I believe that the policeman at such a meeting , like the wooden Highlander which I see at the door of a common dealer in tobacco and snuff , is worth many pence to men like Boiling . Once the English were free , and able to defend their own freedom ; now they are content to play at being " slaves , " and to make the claims of their order a wretched farce . At least , so it appeared to me , who have little in common with them now—little beside a common histoxy—an " almanac" !
The sun is rising as bright and clear across the wintry grounds , as if no Boiling had threatened over night to set the world in order ; but something seems to be amiss in this house : I see policemen outside , and hear a bustle , so that I may be interrupted . I hope I am not going to be pilloried in public ridicule as a « ' patriot" after the new English fashion . p . S . — Do not be afraid : it is not I whom the policemen want j but I will tell you what it is next time . I am off for London .
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PASSAGES FROM A BOY'S EPIC . XI . Hesperia . She ceased , and Bacchus standing near her throne , Smiled , and the assembled princes thus bespake : " Hesperian Powers ! that in Heaven ' s earlier days Once knew me as the father of all life , Yet lone , remote , and in the eternal depth Of Godhead , self-absorbed and self-sustained : Now know me as I know myself through love , For the true knowledge dwells with love alone , And Gods are then most Gods when most they love . I stood among the Olympian potentates And told them thought was life : that to behold Beauty and weigh it in the even scale Of judgment that preserves an equal soul , Was the fit work of Gods . I said that love , And all large passion felt by dying men , Might yearn or sing upon melodious strings , To round the life of heaven ' s imperial sons To fuller knowledge , but that starry looks May not flush high , nor deathless pulses throb With the sweet fire that burns in lowlier blood . And so forsaking all the gentler Gods , I stood alone , nor loved , nor was beloved , And I knew life , not feeling what life was . But this was in the Past . Henceforth I live Among the other Gods and love like them . To-morrow feasting shall make glad the heavens , And golden trumpets blow and garlands twine Round the dim heads of Gods , and faces gleam Iu wavering beauty through the shadowy clouds . But now farewell , ye Powers ! that rule a world , Wheer light and fragrance and soft azure culm Lull the tranced spirit in ambrosial dreams , Or lift it singing to the golden homes , Where endless morning dwells . Here , gentle Gods , Here in your starry loveliness abide , Serene and still as waters when the winds ItuIHe them not , but sunlight colours them . Soon as he ended , glad acclaim arose , And through majestic halls the Gods advanced , Mid glimmering mazes of purpurcol light , Nor paused , until they gained the liberal sky . There were the tidings told , there joy revived , And voices , like great waters , rolled aloft . But soon the Gods pueed down the marble streets , While crocus , rose and lily , white or red , Witli orange , oliunder , and sweet lime , Made beautiful their going . Fur awuy The moving glory of their mighty march
Continuous shone , nor was there any end , But in egression infinite they moved , Both van and rear , a galaxy of Gods . At length emerging in a boundless plain , Their line of march broke up , and all the night , Beneath a fairer moon in fairer heavens , With melody of harp and Lotus flute , And beat of dulcimers , they danced and sang ,
And ever as they danced a stormy sound Now rose , now fell , as when the inconstant winds Now fall , now rise , in hollows of old rocks . x So danced and sang the Gods , but Bacchus left Dionium and the palace of the Queen ; And plunging low into the purple depths Of surging air , with stedfast motion flew , Like a continual brightness , down the night . M .
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THE CHIVALRY OF LABOUR EXHORTED TO THE WORSHIP OF BEAUTY . Our world oft turns in gloom , and life hath many a perilous way , Yet there is no path so desolate and thorny , cold and gray , But Beauty like a beacon burns above the dark of strife , And like an Alchemist , ay turns all things to golden life . On human hearts her presence droppeth precious manna down , On human brows her glory gathers like a coming crown : Her smile lights up Life ' s troubled stream , and Love , the swimmer ! lives ; And O ' tis brave to battle for the guerdon that she gives ! Then let us worship Beauty with the knightly faith of old , O Chivalry of Labour toiling for the Age of Gold . The first-fruits of the Past at Beauty ' s shrine are offered up , From which a vintage meet for Gods she crusheth in her cup : And from the living Present doth she press the rare new wine , To glad the hearts of all her lovers with a draught divine . Earth ' s browning miracle ! she comes ! with blessing lips , that part Like mid-May ' s rose flusht open with the fragrance of her heart : And Life turns to her colour—kindles with her light—like flowers That garner up the golden fire , and suck the mellow showers . Come let us worship Beauty with the knightly faith of old , O Chivalry of Labour toiling for the Age of Gold . Come let us worship Beauty where the budding Spring doth flower , And lush , green leaves , and grasses flush out sweeter every hour ; Or Summer ' s tide of splendour floods the lap o' the World once more , With riches like a sea that surges jewels on its shore . Come feel her ripening influence when Morning feasts our eyes—Thro' open gates of glory—with a glimpse of Paradise : Or queenly Night sits crowned , smiling down the purple gloom , And Stars , like Heaven ' s fruitage , melt i' the glory of their bloom . , Come let us worship Beauty with the knightly faith of old , O Chivalry of Labour toiling for the Age of Gold . Come from the den of darkness and the city ' s soil of sin , Put on your radiant Manhood , and the Angel ' s blessing win ! Where wealthier sunlight comes from Heaven , like welcome-smiles of God , And Earth ' s blind yearnings leap to life in flowers , from out the sod : Come worship Beauty in the forest-temple , dim and hush , Where stands Magnificence dreaming ! and God burncth in the bush : Or where the old hills worship with their silence for a psalm , Or ocean ' s weary heart doth keep the sabbath of its calm . Come let us worship Beauty with the knightly faith of old , O Chivalry of Labour toiling for the Age of Gold . Come let us worship Beauty , she hath subtle power to start Heroic word and deed out-Hashing from the humblest heart . Great feelings will gush unawares , and freshly as the first Rich Rainbow , that up-startled Heaven in tearful splendour burst . O blessed are her lineaments , and wondrous are her wayB To retouch God ' s out-worn image in the suffering human face ! Our bliss shall richly overbrim like sunset in the west , And we shall dream immortal dreams and banquet with the Blest . Then let us worship Beauty with the knightly faith of old , () Chivalry of Labour toiling for the Age of Gold . Gicham ) Mapsky .
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THE WINTER THEATRES . Now our Roafton may really bo said to be # in . I'V > gH havo returned -frith thai , unapproachable Himoriorily » y unmistakably jt inglhili . !*»""» J ? ? washed our windowH with an Anglo-Saxon pornovcranoo . TJ | i 6 jfylftttfj and Great Coat in ample magnifioonco onvolopo tlio . British tarwo , and Theatre * open , to purify and olcvuto the Britiwh Soul by pome rta ^ it ^ f ^ Kodapviv anticipated by Aristotle , but not yot discovered by Vivtyu .
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Leader (1850-1860), Oct. 9, 1852, page 977, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse2.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1955/page/21/
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