And all things, from without and from within, make one man to differ from another.

We are equal and free! was the watchword that spirited the legions of Satan,

We are equal and free! is the double lie that entrappeth to him conscripts from earth:

The messengers of that dark despot will pander to thy license and thy pride,

And draw thee from the crowd where thou art safe, to seize thee in the solitary desert.

Woe unto him whose heart the syren song of Liberty hath charmed;

Woe unto him whose mind is bewitched by her treacherous beauty;

In mad zeal flingeth he away the fetters of duty and restraint, And yieldeth up the holocaust of self to that fair idol of the

Damned.

No man hath freedom in aught save in that from which the wicked would be hindered,

He is free toward God and good; but to all else a bondman.

THOU art in a middle sphere, to render and receive honor, If thy king commandeth, obey; and stand not in the way with rebels:

But if need be, lay thy hand upon thy sword, and fear not to smite a traitor,

For the universe acquitteth thee with honor, fighting in defence of thy king.

If a thief break thy dwelling, and thou take him, it were sin in thee to let him go;

Yea, though he pleadeth to thy mercy, thou canst not spare him and be blameless:

For his guilt is not only against thee, it is not thy moneys or thy merchandise,

But he hath done damage to the Law, which duty constraineth thee to sanction.

Feast not thine appetite of vengeance, remembering thou also

art a man,

But weep for the sad compulsion, in which the chain of Providence hath bound thee:

Mercy is not thine to give; wilt thou steal another's privilege? Or send abroad among thy neighbors, a felon whom impunity hath hardened?

Remember the Roman father, strong in his stern integrity, And let not thy slothful self-indulgence make thee a conniver at the crime.

Also, if the knife of the murderer be raised against thee or

thine,

And through good Providence and courage, thou slay him that would have slain thee,

Thou losest not a tittle of thy rectitude, having executed sudden justice;

Still mayst thou walk among the blessed, though thy hands be red with blood.

For thyself, thou art neither worse nor better; but thy fellows should count thee their creditor:

Thou hast manfully protected the right, and the right is stronger for thy deed.

Also, in the rescuing of innocence, fear not to smite the

ravisher;

What though he die at thy hand? for a good name is better than the life;

And if Phineas had everlasting praise in the matter of Salu s

son,

With how much greater honor standeth such a rescuer ac

quitted?

Uphold the laws of thy country, and fear not to fight in their

defence;

But first be convinced in thy mind: for herein the doubter

sinneth.

Above all things look thou well around, if indeed stern duty force thee

To draw the sword of justice, and stain it with the slaughter of thy fellows.

SHE that lieth in thy bosom, the tender wife of thy affections, Must obey thee, and be subject, that evil drop not on thy dwelting.

The child that is used to constraint, feareth not more than he loveth;

But give thy son his way, he will hate thee and scorn thee

together.

The master of a well-ordered home knoweth to be kind to

his servants;

Yet he exacteth reverence, and each one feareth at his post. There is nothing on earth so lowly, but duty giveth it importance;

No station so degrading, but it is ennobled by obedience :
Yea, break stones upon the highway, acknowledging the
Lord in thy lot,

Happy shalt thou be, and honorable, more than many children of the mighty.

Thou that despisest the outward forms, beware thou lose not the inward spirit;

For they are as words unto ideas, as symbols to things unseen. Keep then the form that is good: retain, and do reverence to

example;

And in all things observe subordination, for that is the whole duty of man.

A horse knoweth his rider, be he confident or timid,

And the fierce spirit of Bucephalus stoopeth unto none but Alexander;

The tigress roused in the jungle by the prying spaniels of the fowler,

Will quail at the eye of man, so he assert his dignity;

Nay, the very ships, those giant swans breasting the mighty

waters,

Roll in the trough, or break the wave, to the pilot's fear or

courage:

How much more shall man, discerning the Fountain of au

thority,

Bow to superior commands, and make his own obeyed.

And yet, in travelling the world, hast thou not often known A gallant host led on to ruin by a feeble Xerxes?

Hast thou not often seen the wanton luxury of indolence Sullying with its sleepy mist the tarnished crown of headship?

Alas! for a thousand fathers, whose indulgent sloth

Hath emptied the vial of confusion over a thousand homes: Alas! for the palaces and hovels, that might have been nur series for heaven,

By hot intestine broils blighted into schools for hell:

None knoweth his place, yet all refuse to serve,

None weareth the crown, yet all usurp the sceptre :

And perchance some fiercer spirit, of natural nobility of

mind,

That needed but the kindness of constraint to have grown up great and good,

Now, the rich harvest of his heart choked by unweeded

tares,

All bold to dare and do, unchecked by wholesome fear,
A scoffer about bigotry and priestcraft, a rebel against govern-

ment and God,

And standard-bearer of the turbulent, leading on the sons of Belial,

Such an one is king of that small state, head tyrant of the thirty,

Brandishing the torch of discord in his village-home:

And the timid Eli of the house, yon humble parish-priest, Liveth in shame and sorrow, fearing his own handy-work; The mother, heartstricken years agone, hath dropped into an early grave;

The silent sisters long to leave a home they cannot love;

The brothers, casting off restraint, follow their wayward wills;

And the chance guest, early departing, blesseth his kind stars, That on his humbler home hath brooded no domestic curse Yet is that curse the fruit; wouldest thou the root of the evil ?

A kindness-most unkind, that hath always spared the rod; A weak and numbing indecision in the mind that should be master;

A foolish love, pregnant of hate, that never frowned on sin; A moral cowardice of heart that never dared command.

A kingdom is a nest of families, and a family a small kingdom;

And the government of whole or part differeth in nothing but

extent.

The house, where the master ruleth, is strong in united sub

jection,

And the only commandment with promise, being honored, is a blessing to that house:

But and if he yieldeth up the reins, it is weak in discordant anarchy,

And the bonds of love and union melt away, as ropes of sand. The realin, that is ruled with vigor, lacketh neither peace nor glory,

It dreadeth not foes from without, nor the sons of riot from

within:

But the meanness of temporizing fear robbeth a kingdom of its honor,

And the weakness of indulgent sloth ravageth its bowels with discord.

The best of human governments is the patriarchal rule;
The authorized supremacy of one, the prescriptive subjection

of many :

Therefore, the children of the East have thriven from age to

age,