Ever the winds blow; ever

her stars. grows. Every day, men and women, c beholding and beholden. The schola all men whom this spectacle most eng must settle its value in his mind. nature to him? There is never a there is never an end, to the inexplic tinuity of this web of God, but alway power returning into itself. Therein bles his own spirit, whose beginnin ending, he never can find, so entire, less. Far, too, as her splendors shine, system shooting like rays, upward, d without centre, without circumference mass and in the particle, nature hastens account of herself to the mind. Cla begins. To the young mind, every individual, stands by itself. By and b how to join two things, and see in nature; then three, then three thous so, tyrannized over by its own unifying it goes on tying things together, di anomalies, discovering roots runnin ground, whereby contrary and remo

›here, and flower out from one stem ently learns, that, since the dawn o here has been a constant accumulation

he perceiving that these objects are not chaotic, nd are not foreign, but have a law which is also law of the human mind? The astronomer iscovers that geometry, a pure abstraction of he human mind, is the measure of planetary notion. The chemist finds proportions and inelligible method throughout matter; and science nothing but the finding of analogy, identity, the most remote parts. The ambitious soul ts down before each refractory fact; one after nother, reduces all strange constitutions, all new owers, to their class and their law, and goes on or ever to animate the last fibre of organization, he outskirts of nature, by insight.

Thus to him, to this school-boy under the ending dome of day, is suggested, that he and proceed from one root; one is leaf and one is ower; relation, sympathy, stiring in every ein. And what is that root? Is not that the oul of his soul?-A thought too bold, -a ream too wild. Yet when this spiritual light all have revealed the law of more earthly atures, when he has learned to worship the ul, and to see that the natural philosophy that ow is, is only the first gropings of its gigantic aud, he shall look forward to an ever expanding nowledge as to a becoming creator. He shall

swering to it part for part. One is seal is print. Its beauty is the beauty of mind. Its laws are the laws of his o Nature then becomes to him the meas attainments. So much of nature as h rant of, so much of his own mind do yet possess. And, in fine, the ancien "Know thyself," and the modern "Study nature," become at last one m

II. The next great influence into the the scholar, is, the mind of the Past,ever form, whether of literature, of art tutions, that mind is inscribed. Book best type of the influence of the past, haps we shall get at the truth,-) amount of this influence more conven by considering their value alone.

The theory of books is noble. Th of the first age received into him t around; brooded thereon; gave it the rangement of his own mind, and uttered It came into him, life; it went out fi truth. It came to him, short-lived a went out from him, immortal thoughts. to him, business; it went from him, po was dead fact; now, it is quick tho

now flies, it now inspires. Precisely in proportion to the depth of mind from which it issued, so high does it soar, so long does it sing.

Or, I might say, it depends on how far the process had gone, of transmuting life into truth. In proportion to the completeness of the distillation, so will the purity and imperishableness of the product be. But none is quite perfect. As no air-pump can by any means make a perfect vacuum, so neither can any artist entirely exclude the conventional, the local, the perishable from his book, or write a book of pure thought, that shall be as efficient, in all respects, to a remote posterity, as to cotemporaries, or rather to the second age. Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding. The books of an older period will not fit this.

The sa

Yet hence arises a grave mischief. credness which attaches to the act of creation, the act of thought,-is transferred to the record. The poet chanting, was felt to be a divine man: henceforth the chant is divine also. The writer was a just and wise spirit: henceforward it is settled, the book is perfect; as love of the hero corrupts into worship of his statue. Instantly, the book becomes noxious: the guide is a tyrant.

tude, slow to open to the incursions of having once so opened, having once rece book, stands upon it, and makes an ou is disparaged. Colleges are built on it. are written on it by thinkers, not by Ma ing; by men of talent, that is, who star who set out from accepted dogmas, their own sight of principles. Meek yo grow up in libraries, believing it their accept the views, which Cicero, which which Bacon, have given; forgetful tha Locke, and Bacon were only young men ries, when they wrote these books.

Hence, instead of Man Thinking, we bookworm. Hence, the book-learned cl value books, as such; not as related t and the human constitution, but as m sort of Third Estate with the world soul. Hence, the restorers of readi emendators, the bibliomaniacs of all des

Books are the best of things, we abused, among the worst. What is t use? What is the one end, which all n to effect? They are for nothing but to I had better never see a book, than to be by its attraction clean out of my own o made a satellite instead of a system.

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