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I feel his presence now,
Thou mightiest of his vassals, as I stand
And watch beside thee, on the sparkling sand,

Thy crested billows bow;-
And as thy solemn chaunt swells through the air,
My spirit bows and joins thy ceaseless prayer.

Life's fitful fever o'er,
Here, then, would I repose, majestic Sea ;
E'en now faint glimpses of Eternity

Come o'er me on thy shore;
My thoughts from thee to highest themes are given,
As thy deep, distant blue is lost in heaven.




Nay, read it not, thou wouldst not know

What lives within my heart;
For from that fount it dares not flow,-

'Tis but the voice of Art.

I ne'er could bid my proud heart speak

Before the idle throng;
Rather in silence would it break

With its full tide of song.
Yes, rather would it break, than bare

To cold and careless eyes,
The hallowed dreams that linger there,

The tears and agonies.
My lyre is skilful to repress

Each deep, impassioned tone ;
Its gushing springs of tenderness

Would flow for one alone.
The rock that to the parching sand

Would yield no dewy drop,
Touched by the pilgrim prophet's hand,

Gave all its treasures up.
My heart then is my only lyre;

The Prophet hath not spoken,
Or warmed it with celestial fire,

So let its chords be broken.

I would not thou should'st hear those lays,

Though harsh they might not be,
Though thou perchance might'st hear and praise,

They would not speak of me.
Providence, R. I.




TO THE EDITOR OF THE DEMOCRATIC RE- tracted and wretched fellow men, that VIEW* :-In the article on Brook Farm, God's providence rules all things, even in the last Number of the Democratic the minutest particulars of man's do Review, Mr. Brownson has preferred mestic affairs? Has it come to this, charges against Fourier's doctrine of that the man whose life has been a life Association, which are not only unjust of the noblest charity, and of intense and ungenerous, but which, coming communion with the Spirit of Truth from the able and distinguished source and Holiness,--that the

man who glothey do, and being widely spread ried in his discovery of the only true through the columns of a work so influ- doctrine of Association, for no other ential and respectable, are calculated to reason but because he knew and felt excite the most unjust and injurious that the ultimate result of its realisaprejudices against Fourier and his sub- tion will be " love to God and charity lime discovery. As Mr. Brownson to man,"—is it possible, I ask, that confesses that he has not as yet been such a martyr of true Christianity able to submit to the drudgery of fully should be thus branded with atheism mastering, the system of Fourier," I by men who advance a claim, extenmight feel justified in simply remark- sively recognized by the higher intelliing, in the place of argument, that it gence of the day, as philosophers and is then highly unfair on the part of philanthropists? I am unwilling to any writer to undertake to criticise speak of the injustice of which I comfacts of which he avows the defi- plain, in terms equivalent to my own ciency of his own knowledge. Indeed, strong and earnest sense of it. If Mr. I shall not take this opportunity of Brownson errs in regard to the scienproving to Mr. Brownson the unfair- tific portion of Fourier's system,--if

, ness and utter groundlessness of his after a careful investigation of the facts charges against Fourier: I shall do so of the system, Mr. Brownson feels auin a work on Swedenborg and Fourier, thorized to consider it in a different which I intend to publish in a short light from the disciples of Fourier

, time, in which the attempt will be they will be prepared to meet him, or made to demonstrate to all the de- any opponent of kindred worth and famers of Fourier's great System of powers, in fair and legitimate arguAssociation, that“ Fourierism,” instead ment. If, from the little acquaintance of being “ practical atheism,” is living he seems to possess with Fourier's sysChristianity. For the present I must tem, Mr. Brownson feels authorized to content myself with giving Mr. Brown. infer that Fourier denies the progress son's and all similar charges against of humanity, I take much pleasure in Fourier's doctrine of Association à full assuring him, and every reader influand unqualified denial. What, sir, is enced by his statement, that he is enit possible that misguided brilliancy of tirely mistaken. Fourier and his dis intellect should err so far as to accuse ciples show with mathematical preciof atheism a man who, solitary and sion that without the moral and intelalone, has dared to proclaim to hs dis lectual development of humanity, such

* Although contrary to a rule rarely if ever departed from, of not making the pages of this Review a mere arena for the controversies of antagonist theories

, strangers to its editorial control

, yet, under the peculiar circumstances in which the justice is requested at our hands of publishing this Protest, or remonstrance against incorrect ima putations, proceeding from a respectable school of opinion, feeling itself aggrieved and injured, we have not felt at liberty to decline its insertion. We deem it unnecessary to point out the particulars in which the writer misapprehends the proper meaning and scope of the remarks of which he complains, as our readers are in full possession of all the means of judgment for themselves.-Ed. D. R.

as has taken place, and is taking place the collective and simultaneous devel. up to the present moment, the doctrine opment of those seven divine tendenof Association could not have been dis- cies, which constitute the Essential life covered, and could still less be realized. of the soul, the passions would be equiIf Mr. Brownson understands by Pro librated among themselves, and the gress a continuation of our present in- excessive expansion of each would be coherent and complicated system of checked, as it were, by a mutual agreesociety, he is perfectly right in assert- ment, and without infringing upon the ing that Fourier and his disciples deny absolute liberty of any. The harmothat Progress. If, however, he under- nious and continual development of the stands by Progress a movement onward twelve passions constitutes the true, towards the realisation of universal the essential freedom of man. Bossuet education, justice, liberty, and truth, has given an analysis of the passions, in one word, of universal and practical but it is incomplete on the face of it; Christianity-he and Fourier agree per- Fourier's analysis is true; it dethrones fectly in their ideas; and all that the all metaphysical sophisms and the disciples of the latter pretend is no- fawning and lying bel esprit of Civilthing more nor less than that the doc- isation. Does Mr. Brownson identify trine of Association teaches, in a posi- Progress with the hollow metaphysics tive and scientific manner, how that of the established schools, the shallow only true Progress can be realized. speeches of politicians, and the exubeAs to the perfection of human nature, rant verbiage and high-sounding nonFourier simply pretends to have dis- sense of the hired and fawning orators covered (and at a future period I hope of the day? to prove to Mr. Brownson's satisfaction As to Mr.Brownson's remarks on wothe correctness of that discovery) that man, they only prove so entire a want every human soul is a passional or- of acquaintance with Fourier's views of ganism, a complex of twelve impulses her nature and true position in society, which Fourier terms Passions ; of the that I can only commend, both him and five Sensitive Passions—the five senses; the readers of the Democratic Review, the four Affective Passions-Love, to the sources in which they can easily Friendship, Ambition, and Paternity; possess themselves of the information and of the three Regulating Passions- necessary to form a judgment entitled Alternation, Emulation, and Enthu- to either his own confidence or that of siasm; all of which Passions are rami- the public. fications of one common Pivot, called And what signify those questions in Unityism or Religion. According to regard to determining and compensatFourier those twelve passions are con- ing the degrees of skill in a

• Phastantly stimulating man to action, and lanx ?" Does Mr. Brownson mean to will sooner or later arrange the social argue against facts by pleading ignoworld harmoniously to their natures rant of them? I would repeat the reand their relations to each other. Un- commendation to study the works of til this result is accomplished, the iso- Fourier and his disciples, and all these lated development of a single passion questions will be found categorically will lead man to material and spiritual answered. It will there also be learned disorder. Religion, without the cheer- that Fourier justifies the use of supeing influence of Love, Friendship, and rior skill on the part of any man only Ambition, will degenerate into cold so far as he uses it for the benefit of his and despicable egotism; Ambition, fellow-creatures; and that, on their without Religion and Love, will en- part, it is perfectly just and natural gender the selfish desire of dominion; that they should consider the man who Love and Friendship, without Ambi- devotes his skill to bettering their contion, will lead to the petty spirit of the dition and increasing their moral comfamily caste. Alternation, or the desire forts, as messenger from heaven, and of change, will lead to fickleness; iso- that they should love and respect him lated Enthusiasm will engender fana- more than they love and respect themticism and rash and violent deeds; and selves. Emulation, without her sister passions, One more remark and I have done. will realize that competitive spirit of If Fourier presents his system as a Civilisation which is the warfare of "scheme of world-reform and of social satanic spirits upon earth. But by organization,” he does it for good and



substantial reasons. If one single Pha As to the mode in which the transilanx exist somewhere on this globe, it tion from Civilisation to Association is will be universally imitated with ra to be best effected, the disciples of pidity and success. Either will the Fourier, at the same time that they necessity of realizing economies or of entertain no doubt of the truth of his procuring good investments for capital, discovery, yet do not all agree. And compel men to form Associations; or while we most respectfully, though men will be induced to form similar not without some feeling of regret and combined households by the desire of indignation, protest against the unjust enjoying as much happiness as the treatment here complained of, we invite members of that first Association ; or Mr. Brownson to bring his bold, free, if such an Association launch upon the and noble intellect to aid us in discussmarket of a city its fourfold increased ing this first step towards a realisation produce, of the highest beauty, and at of our doctrine; to investigate with us iwofold reduced prices, the mechanics the means best calculated to secure the and cultivators in and around that city final triumph of the magnificent and will be induced to enter into such asso- universal philanthropy which, however ciations, by the superior advantages of feebly and unworthily, we do our best such an immensely productive power, to advocate and promote. and the work of reform will go on

C. J. H. peaceably, joyfully, and to the univer New York, Nov. 10, 1842. sal satisfaction of humanity.



Fair stream of the mountain! with musical flow,
On, on to the ocean thy bright waters go!
Through dark mountain rift, and through evergreen glade,
Now smiling in sunshine, now singing in shade,
Ever foaming and rushing and leaping along,
Thou fillest the glens with thy echoing song !
Ah, well do I love, when some mild autumn day
Invites me along by thy borders to stray,
To seek the green depths of these wilderness shades,
Whose dreamy repose no intruder invades,
Save when some lone bird cometh bither to perch
On the dark waving alders or whispering birch,
Then startle the glen with her long piercing cry,
As she wheels in slow circles far up in the sky!
Here, forgetting the world and its cares and iis toil,
Its jarring pursuits and its busy turmoil,
How oft have I lingered long hours by thy side,
To hear the deep voice of thy murmuring tide,
And watch the wild flowers that I flung on thy wave,
Till they vanished, engulphed in that watery grave;
While I thought, “Thus the hopes of our youth's sunny day
By the dark waves of time are swept coldly away!"
Wild, beautiful torrent ! the shadows that rest,
In tremulous shapes, on thy turbulent breast,
Are cast by the same grand, old primeval wood,
That ages ago on thy lone bosom stood ;-

Ere thy course by the white man was traced, or among
These forests the axe of the emigrant rung!
Yet their boughs are still green, and their trunks are as sound,
As firmly their roots are enchained to the ground,
As in those vanished days when the Indian maid
Beneath their broad arms with her wild lover strayed, -
When the bold, dauntless red man, unconquered and free,
Was lord of these lands from the mount to the sea!
But, alas, for that race we now seek them in vain,
In their favorite haunts by the stream and the plain,
They are gone—they are lost—and from mountain to shore,
The track of their footsteps will meet us no more!
But, ha! what strange vision is this I behold!
Methinks from mine eyes a dark curtain hath rolled !
A thin, wary mist, an impalpable cloud,
Steals over the glen like a tremulous shroud ;
And, lo! the pale dead of long centuries, seem
To rise on iny sight like the shapes of a dream!
They come from their beds by the stream and the fount,
From the dark waving forest, and wild craggy mount;
They come, the dusk maiden with long raven hair,
And childhood whose breast is a stranger to care !
Yet sad is the brow, and reproachful the eye,
I meet as each shade glideth silently by !
But who are those grim, frowning phantoms, that stand
Glaring on me with upraised and menacing hand ?
I know them !stern sons of that race swept away,
Whose bones the rude ploughman turns up to the day!
They have come back, wild unquiet spirits, once more
To gaze on the fields where they hunted of yore!
They seek their old homes 'mid the wilderness shade,
Where their glad, laughing children in infancy played;
They look for the smoke curling over the wood,
Which told where their wigwams in quietude stood,
Where the dusky wife toiled her rude seast to prepare,
And dress for her hunter the haunch of the bear!
But the wigwam hath vanished, the children no more
Are found in the haunts where they gambolled of yore,
And e'en on the site of their forefathers' graves,
Springs the tall, tasseled broom, and the yellow corn waves !
They turn-their eyes burning with wrath and despair,
And pale, gleaming tomahawks flashing in air,
A yell-a swift bound--they are circling my head,
I shriek-I implore--and the vision is fled !

Where am I ?--how strangely yon pine branches wave!
Methought I had passed the cold bounds of the grave !
Away !-let me fly from this fearful ravine,
Where visions so dread, so appalling are seen!
Away ! lest yon steeps, that far up in the skies
Like giants embattled, on either hand rise,
Close o'er me, and leave me a prey to the wrath
Of the spirits of vengeance that circle my path!
Swift!-swift!-I am free! I emerge from the dell !
Farewell, thou wild torrent! for ever farewell !

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