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We believe that the penal code of the old covenant, the art of war any more, it follows that all who An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, has been manufacture, sell, or wield those deadly weapons, abrogated by Jesus Christ; and that, under the new do thus array themselves against the peaceful domicovenant, the forgiveness, instead of the punishment nion of the Son of God on earth. of enemies, has been enjoined upon all disciples, in Having thus briefly, but frankly, stated our prinall cases whatsoever. To extort money from ene- ciples and purposes, we proceed to specify the meamies, or set them upon a pillory, or cast them into sures we propose to adopt, in carrying our object prison, or hang them upon a gallows, is obviously into effect. not to forgive, but to take retribution. Vengeance We expect to prevail through the foolishness of is mine I will repay, saith the Lord.

preaching-striving to commend ourselves unto eveThe history of mankind is crowded with evidences, ry man's conscience, in the sight of God. From the proving that physical coercion is not adapted to press we shall promulgate our sentiments as widely moral regeneration ; that the sinful dispositions of as practicable. We shall endeavor to secure the man can be subdued only by love; that evil can be co-operation of all persons, of whatever name or exterminated from the earth only by goodness; that sect. The triumphant progress of the cause of it is not safe to rely upon an arm of flesh, apon man Temperance and of Abolition in our land, through whose breath is in his nostrils, to preserve us from the instrumentality of benevolent and voluntary harm; that there is great security in being gentle, associations, encourages us to combine our own harmless, long-suffering, and abundant in mercy; means and efforts for the promotion of a still greater that it is only the meek who shall inherit the earth, cause. Hence we shall employ lecturers, circulate for the violent, who resort to the sword, shall perish tracts and publications, form societies, and petition with the sword. Hence, as a measure of sound our state and national governments in relation to policy,-of safety to property, of life, and liber- the subject of Universal Peace. It will be our leadty,--of public quietude and private enjoyment,-as ing object to devise ways and means for effecting a well as on the ground of allegiance to Him who is radical change in the views, feelings and practices King of kings, and Lord of lords,-we cordially of society, respecting the sinfulness of war, and the adopt the non-resistance principle; being confident treatment of enemies. that it provides for all possible consequences, will In entering upon the great work before us, we are ensure all things needful to us, is armed with om- not unmindful that, in its prosecution, we may be nipotent power, and must ultimately triumph over called to test our sincerity, even as in a fiery ordeal. every assailing force.

It may, subject us to insult, outrage, suffering, yea, We advocate no jacobinical doctrines. The spirit even death itself. We anticipate no small amount of jacobinism is the spirit of retaliation, violence of misconception, misrepresentation, calumny. Tuand murder. It neither fears God, nor regards man. mults may arise against us. The ungodly and vioWe would be filled with the spirit of Christ. If we lent, the proud and pharisaical, the ambitions and abide by our principles, it is impossible for us to be tyrannical, principalities and powers, and spiritual disorderly, or plot treason, or participate in any evil wickedness in high places, may combine to crush work :-we shall submit to every ordinance of man, us. So they treated the Messiah, whose example for the Lord's sake ; obey all the requirements of we are humbly striving to imitate. If we suffer with government, except such as we deem contrary to him, we know that we shall reign with him. We the commands of the gospel; and in no wise resist shall not be afraid of their terror, neither be trouthe operation of law, except by meekly submitting bled. Our confidence is in the Lord Almighty, not to the penalty of disobedience.

in man. Having withdrawn from human protection, But, while we shall adhere to the doctrine of non- what can sustain us but that faith which overcomes resistance and passive submission to enemies, we the world? We shall not think it strange concernpurpose, in a moral and spiritual sense, to speak and ing the fiery trial which is to try us, as though some act boldly in the cause of God; to assail inquity in strange thing had happened unto us; but rejoice, inhigh places and in low places; to apply our princi- asmuch as we are partakers of Christ's sufferings. ples to all existing, civil, political, legal, and eccle- Wherefore, we commit the keeping of our souls to siastical institutions; and to hasten the time, when God, in well-doing, as unto a faithful Creator. For the kingdoms of this world will become the kingdoms every one that forsakes houses, or brethren, or sisters, of our Lord and of his Christ, and he shall reign or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for forever.

Christ's sake, shall receive an hundred fold, and shall It appears to us a self-evident truth, that, what. inherit everlasting life. ever the gospel is designed to destroy at any period Firmly relying upon the certain and universal triof the world, being contrary to it, ought now to be umph of the sentiments contained in this Declaraabandoned. If, then, the time is predicted, when tion, however formidable may be the opposition ar.

BY FRANCES A, BUTLER.

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BY WILLIAM BLAKE.

rayed against them,-in solemn testimony of our

ABSENCE. faith in their divine origin, -we hereby affix our signatures to it; commending it to the reason and conscience of mankind, giving ourselves no anxiety What shall I do with all the days and hours

That must be counted ere I see thy face?
as to what may befal us, and resolving in the strength
of the Lord God calmly and meekly to abide the How shall I charm the interval that lowers
issue.

Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
Shall I in slumber steep each weary sense,

Weary with longing ?-shall I flee away
Into past days, and with some fond pretence

Cheat myself to forget the present day?

Shall love for thee lay on my soul the sin
ON ANOTHER'S SORROW.

Of casting from me God's great gift of time;
Shall I, these mists of memory locked within,

Leave, and forget, life's purposes sublime ?
Can I see another's wo,
And not be in sorrow too ?

Oh! how, or by what means, may I contrive
Can I see another's grief,

To bring the hour that brings thee back more near ?
And not seek for kind relief?

How may I teach my drooping hope to live

Until that blessed time, and thou art here?
Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow's share ?

I'll tell thee: for thy sake, I will lay hold
Can a father see his child

Of all good aims, and consecrate to thee,
Weep, nor be with sorrow filled ?

In worthy deeds, each moment that is told

While thou, beloved one! art far from me.
Can a mother sit and hear

For thee, I will arouse my thoughts to try
An infant groan, an infant fear?

All heavenward flights, all high and holy strains ;
No! no! never can it be !

For thy dear sake, I will walk patiently
Never, never can it be!

Through these long hours, nor call their minutes
And can He who smiles on all,

pains.
Hear the wren with sorrows small

I will this dreary blank of absence make
Hear the small bird's grief and care,

A noble task-time, and will therein strive
Hear the woes that infants bear,-

To follow excellence, and to o'ertake

More good than I have won since yet I live.
And not sit beside the nest,
Ponring pity in their breast ?

So may this doomed time build up in me
And not sit the cradle near,

A thousand graces which shall thus be thine ;
Weeping tear on infant's tear?

So may my love and longing hallowed be,

And thy dear thought an influence divine.
And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away ?
Oh! no! never can it be !

TO AN INFANT.
Never, never can it be!

BY WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON.

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He doth give His Joy to all :

He becomes an Infant small : • He becomes a Man of wo:

He doth feel the sorrow too.

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Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not nigh :
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not near.

Fair bud of being ! blossoming like the rose

Leaf upon leaf unfolding to the eye,

In fragrance rich and spotless purity-
That hourly dost some latent charm disclose ;-
O may the dews and gentle rains of Heaven

Give to thy root immortal sustenance;

So thou in matchless beauty shalt advance,
Nor by the storms of life be rudely driven.
But if, O envious Death! this little flower

Thou from its tender stem untimely break,

An Angel shall the drooping victim take,
And quick transplant it to a heavenly bower,

Where it shall flourish in eternal Spring,
Nurtured beneath the eye of a paternal King.

Oh! He giveth us His Joy,
That our griefs He may destroy :
Till our grief is fled and gone,
He doth sit by us and moan.

No. 13.

BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

TO M. W.

To live, and love, and never look beyond
The fair horizon of thy bounteous heart,

Whose sunny circle stretches wide enough
L'Envoi, to a Volume of Poems.

For me to find a heaped contentment in;
Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not, To do naught else but garner every

hour In these three years, since I to thee inscribed, My golden harvest of sweet memories, Mine own betrothed, the firstlings of my muse, - And count my boundless revenue of smiles Poor windfalls of unripe experience,

And happy looks, and words so kind and gentle
Young buds plucked hastily by childish hands That each doth seem the first to give thy heart,-
Not patient to await more full-blown flowers, Content to let my waveless soul flow on,
At least it hath seen more of life and men,

Reflecting but the spring-time on its brink,
And pondered more, and grown a shade more sad ; And thy clear spirit bending like a sky
Yet with no less of hope or settled trust

O’er it,-secure that from thy virgin hands
In the benignness of that Providence,

My brows shall never lack their dearest wreath: Which shapes from ont our elements awry

But life hath nobler destinies than this, The grace and order that we wonder at,

Which but to strive for is reward enough, The mystic harmony of right and wrong,

Which to attain is all earth gives of peace. Both working out His wisdom and our good : Thou art not of those niggard souls, who deem A trust, Beloved, chiefly learned of thee,

That Poesy is but to jingle words,
Who hast that gift of patient tenderness,

To string sweet sorrows for apologies
The instinctive wisdom of a woman's heart, To hide the barrenness of unfurnished hearts,
Which, seeing Right, can yet forget the Wrong,

To prate about the surfaces of things,
And, strong itself to comfort and sustain,

And make more threadbare what was quite worn out : Yet leans with full-confiding piety

Our common thoughts are deepest, and to give On the great Spirit that enriches all.

Such beauteous tones to these, as needs must take Less of that feeling, which the world calls love,

Men's hearts their captives to the end of time, Thou findest in my verse, but haply more

So that who hath not the choice gift of words

Takes these into his soul, as welcome friends, Of a more precious virtue, born of that,

To make sweet inusic of his joys and woes,
The love of God, of Freedom, and of Man.
Thou knowest well what these three years have been, And be all Beauty's swift interpreters,
How we have filled and graced each other's hearts,

Links of bright gold 'twixt nature and his heart,

This is the errand high of Poesy. And every day grown fuller of that bliss, Which, even at first, seemed more than we could bear, The day has long gone by wherein 't was thought And thou, meantime, unchanged, except it be

That men were greater poets, inasmuch

As they were more unlike their fellow-men: That thy large heart is larger, and thine eyes

The poet sees beyond, but dwells among, Of palest blue, more tender with the lore

The wearing turmoil of our work-day life; Which taught me first how good it was to love ;

His heart not differs from another heart, And, if thy blessed name occur less oft,

But rather in itself enfolds the whole
Yet thou canst see the shadow of thy soul

Felt by the hearts about him, high or low,
In all my song, and art well-pleased to feel
That I could ne'er be rightly true to thee,

Hath deeper sympathies and clearer sight,
If I were recreant to higher aims.

And is more like a human heart than all; Thou didst not grant to me so rich a fief

His larger portion is but harmony As thy full love, on any harder tenure

Of heart, the all-potent alchemy that turns

The humblest things to golden inspiration;
Than that of rendering thee a single heart;
And I do service for thy queenly gift

A loving eye's unmatched sovereignty;
Then best, when I obey my soul, and tread

A self-sustained, enduring humbleness ; In reverence the path she beckons me.

A reverence for woman; a deep faith

In gentleness, as strength's least doubtful proof; . ’T were joy enough,-if I could think that life And an electric sympathy with love, Were but a barren struggle after joy,

Heaven's first great message to all noble souls.

But, if the poet's duty be to tell

Our new Atlantis, like a morning-star,
His fellow-men their beauty and their strength, Silvers the murk face of slow-yielding Night,
And show them the deep meaning of their souls, The herald of a fuller truth than yet
He also is ordained to higher things;

Hath gleamed upon the upraised face of Man
He must reflect his race's struggling heart,

Since the earth glittered in her stainless prime,And shape the crude conceptions of his age.

Of a more glorious sunrise than of old They tell us that our lanıl was made for song, Drew wondrous melodies from Memnon huge, With its huge rivers and sky-piercing peaks, Yea, draws them still, though now he sits waist-deep Its sea-like lakes and mighty cataracts,

In the engulfing flood of whirling sand, Its forests vast and hoar, and prairies wide,

And looks across the wastes of endless gray, And mounds that tell of wondrous tribes extinct; Sole wreck, where once his hundred-gated Thebes But Poesy springs not from rocks and woods; Pained with her mighty hum the calm, blue heaver: Her womb and cradle are the human heart,

Shall the dull stone pay gratesul orisons, And she can find a nobler theme for song

And we till noonday bar the splendor out, In the most loathsome man ihat blasts the sight, Lest it reproach and chide our sluggard hearts, Than in the broad expanse of sea and shore

Warm-nestled in the down of Prejudice, Between the frozen deserts of the poles.

And be content, though clad with angel-wings, All nations have their message from on high, Close-clipped, to hop about from perch to perch, Each the messiah of some central thonght,

In paltry cages of dead men's dead thoughts ? For the fulfilment and delight of Man :

0, rather, like the sky-lark, soar and sing, One has to teach that Labor is divine;

And let our gushing songs befit the dawn Another, Freedom ; and another, Mind;

And sunrise, and the yet unshaken dew And all, that God is open-eyed and just,

Brimming the chalice of each full-blown hope, The happy centre and calm heart of all.

Whose blithe front turns to greet the growing day!

Never had poets such high call before, Are, then, our woods, our mountains, and our Never can poets hope for higher one. streams,

And, if they be but faithful to their trust, Needful to teach our poets how to sing ?

Earth will remember them with love and joy, 0, maiden rare, far other thoughts were ours, And, O, far better, God will not forget. When we have sat by ocean's foaming marge, For he who settles Freedom's principles And watched the waves leap roaring on the rocks, Writes the death-warrant of all tyranny ; Than young Leander and his Hero had,

Who speaks the truth stabs Falsehood to the heart, Gazing from Sestos to the other shore.

And his mere word makes despots tremble more The moon looks down and ocean worships her, Than ever Brutus with his dagger could. Stars rise and set, and seasons come and go

Wait for no hints from waterfalls or woods, Even as they did in Homer's elder time,

Nor dream that tales of red men, brute and fierce, But we behold them not with Grecian eyes : Repay the finding of this Western World, Then they were types of beauty and of strength, Or needed half the globe to give them birth: But now of freedom, unconfined and pure,

Spirit supreme of Freedom! not for this
Subject alone to Order's higher law.

Did great Columbus tame his eagle soul
What cares the Russian serf or Southern slave, To jostle with the daws that perch in courts;
Though we should speak as man spake never yet Not for this, friendless, on an unknown sea,
Of gleaming Hudson's broad magnificence,

Coping with mad waves and more mutinous spirits, Or green Niagara's never-ending roar ?

Battled he with the dreadful ache at heart Our country hath a gospel of her own

Which tempts, with devilish subtleties of doubt, To preach and practice before all the world, — The hermit of that loneliest solitude, The freedom and divinity of man,

The silent desert of a great New Thought: The glorious claims of human brotherhood, Though loud Niagara were to-day struck dumb, Which to pay nobly, as a freeman should,

Yet would this cataract of boiling life Gains the sole wealth that will not fly away, - Rush plunging on and on to endless deeps, And the soul's fealty to none but God.

And utter thunder till the world shall cease, These are realities, which make the shows

A thunder worthy of the poet's song, Of outward Nature, be they ne'er so grand,

And which alone can fill it with true life. Seem small, and worthless, and contemptible : The high evangel to our country granted These are the mountain-summits for our bards, Could make apostles, yea, with tongues of fire, Which stretch far upward into heaven itself,? Of hearts half-darkened back again to clay! And give such wide-spread and exulting view ’T is the soul only that is national, Of hope, and faith, and onward destiny,

And he who pays true loyalty to that That shrunk Parnassus to a molehill dwindles. Alone can claim the wreath of patriotism.

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BY LYDIA MARIA CHILD.

Beloved ! if I wander far and ost

the midst of such calm, bright influences. Man may From that which I believe, and feel, and know, curse, but Nature for ever blesses. The guiltiest Thou wilt forgive, not with a sorrowing heart, of her wandering children she would fain enfold But with a strengthened hope of better things; within her arms to the friendly heart-warmth of a Knowing that I, though often blind and false mother's bosom. She speaks to them ever in the To those I love, and, 0, more false than all

soft, low tones of earnest love; but they, alas, tossUnto myself, have been most true to thee,

ed on the roaring, stunning surge of society, forget And that whoso in one thing hath been true

the quiet language. Can be as true in all. Therefore thy hope

As I looked up at the massive walls of the prison, May yet not prove unfruitful, and thy love it did my heart good to see doves nestling within Meet, day by day, with less unworthy thanks, the shelter of the deep, narrow, grated windows. I Whether, as now, we journey hand in hand, thought what blessed little messengers of heaven Or, parted in the body, yet are one

they would appear to me, if I were in prison; but In spirit and the love of holy things.

instantly a shadow passed over the sunshine of my thought. Alas, doves do not speak to their souls, as they would to mine ; for they have lost their love for child-like, and gentle things. How have they

lost it? Society with its unequal distribution, its perDEFORMING-REFORMING.

verted education, its manifold injustice, its cold neglect, its biting mockery, has taken from them the

gifts of God. They are placed here, in the midst of I went last week to Blackwell's Island, in the green hills, and flowing streams, and cooing doves, East River, between the city and Long Island. The after the heart is petrified against the genial influenvirons of the city are unusually beautiful, consi-ence of all such sights and sounds. dering how far Autumn has advanced upon us. Fre. As usual, the organ of justice (which phrenoloquent rạins have coaxed vegetation into abundance, gists say is unusually developed in my head) was and preserved it in verdant beanty. The trees are roused into great activity by the sight of prisoners. hung with a profusion of vines, the rocks are dressed Would you have them prey on Society ?' said one in nature's green velvet of moss, and from every lit. of my companions. I answered, " I am troubled that tle cleft peeps the rich foliage of some wind-scattered society has preyed upon them. I will not enter into seed. The island itself presents a quiet loveliness of an argument about the right of society to punish scenery, unsurpassed by anything I have ever wit- these sinners; but I say she made them sinners. nessed; though Nature and I are old friends, and she How much I have done toward it, by yielding to has shown me many of her choicest pictures, in a popular prejudices, obeying false customs, and suplight let in only from above. No form of graceful. pressing vital truths, I know not; but doubtless 1 ness can compare with the bend of flowing waters have done, and am doing, my share. God forgive all round and round a verdant island. The circle me. If He dealt with us, as we deal with our brotypifies Love; and they who read the spiritual alpha- ther, who could stand before him?' bet, will see that a circle of waters must needs be While I was there, they brought in the editors of very beautiful. Beautiful it is, even when the lan- the Flash, the Libertine, and the Weekly Rake. My guage it speaks is an unknown tongue. Then the very soul loathes such polluted publications; yet a green hills beyond look so very pleasant in the sun- sense of justice again made me refractory. These shine, with homes nestling among them, like dimples men were perhaps trained to such service by all the on a smiling face. The island itself abounds with social influences they had ever known. They dared charming nooks-open wells in shady places, screen-to publish what nine-tenths of all around them lived ed by large weeping willows; gardens and arbors unreproved. Why should they be imprisoned, while running down to the river's edge, to look at them

flourished in the full tide of editorial selves in the waters; and pretty boats, like white success, circulating a paper as immoral, and perwinged birds, chased by their shadows, and breaking haps more dangerous, because its indecency is slightthe waves into gems.

ly veiled? Why should the Weekly Rake be shut But man has profaned this charming retreat. He up, when daily rakes walk Broadway in fine broadhas brought the screech-owl, the bat, and the vul. cloth and silk velvet ? ture, into the holy temple of Nature. The island Many more than half the inmates of the penitenbelongs to government; and the only buildings on it tiary were women; and of course a large proportion are penitentiary, mad-house, and hospital; with a of them were taken up as “street-walkers.' The few dwellings occupied by people connected with men who made them such, who, perchance, caused those institutions. The discord between man and the love of a human heart to be its ruin, and changed nature never before struck me so painfully; yet it is tenderness into sensuality and crime-these men wise and kind to place the erring and the diseased in 'live in the ceiled houses' of Broadway, and sit in

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