Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1857-08-03
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MONDAY, AU4Usr 3, 1857.


BEEcHEE.-Our house is empty, save only
ourseli and the rats and the mice that nibble
IN solitary hunger. There is no voice of
cinidren IN the hall, no trap on the stairs, no
racket IN the chambers, nor trembling and
nelse below. The kitchen clock has STONED.
lhe pump creaks no more, and nothino
sounds as it did, except the plash of the tide
under the windows, the dun and ceassless
roar OF the distant city, and the door hell.
People amuse themselves with that vet. Rut
the camp is moved. The whole tribe are IN
the country, ankle-wet in dewy grass every
morning ; chopping, hoeing, planting, fish
ing or exploring hooks and strange new
Places Dut l SIT mere, with no company but
:olie oflght laced friends upon the wall, mus
lnB upon thlngs past and things to come;
isau.nS llttie' falling off a reverie, wax
ing 70 look out on the everchanrina beantv of
the Bay, dipping again into some dainty
money ecno OF literature. wandering from
author to author to catch the echoes which Az
from DOCK to book, and, by silent suggestions
Oh summarizes, connect the widely separated
men IN time and nature closely together
AZ Inlnas, IN the worlds oast history, find
tnSH local point in Library. This is that
Piu"'eie from which one may see all the king.
GU4nS VI the world and the glory of them
Keep Egypt and the Holy Land in the closet
next the window. On the side of them is
Apnehs and the empire of Rome. Never was
Such an army mustered as literary army
NO general ever had such soldiers as have
lie! Let them call their roll, and will call mine.
me pIiVates In my army win make even the
slan i oiicers OF Napoleon's grand army seem
insignificant Only think Of platoon of
hnSHsh yeomen as will answer to my roll
call John Milton J" Here" A sturdy
ano hoole soldier, better, though blind, than
nlUs' men with their eyes. "Thomas Hobbs =.
mere An tough and hearty fellow, with
my sixteen volume limbs. q Francis Bs-
con = Here" George Herbert. William
Shakespeare, Phillip Massinqer. Cbaueer.
openser, johnson, Pope Cooper. DRYDEN !''-
every one OF them, and hundreds of others,
'heir worthy fellows, are on the spot, armed
ana equipped, and looking as fresh as if they
nau received the gift of youth and immortal
n.y. MODEST men, all they never speak I'M
less SPOKEN to, Bountiful men, all ;-they
never refuse the asker. have my doubts
"hetheg, II they We're alive, could keep the
peace OF my domains. But now they dwell
together IN amity, and all of them train in
one company, and work for the worlds good,
eacn In his special way, but all constituted (!
GhaIles l., John Milton, and Oliver Crom-
wen. these three heads lie together IN nv
Poruoiio' without the shade of repugnance or
anger The silent Hery VIII, and his eight
wives, more or less, have domestic quiet now,
enoush they touch each other. 1 can face the
nos1 afoitrary men of empire, without an
"nsTr-nash. Here are Charles ", and Fran
US - me Medlca, masculine and feminine,
anu olo Peter the Great. Here are the dear
old Port Royalists, the sweet Fenelon. the
plausible Bossuett! Now it is surprising how
VheSe men changed. Nor are they here with!
OUT quarrelling, without ambition or selfish
ness, out how calmly do they cit, though YOU
piuc& their opinions by the beard l can
ulspute with Samuel Johnson with great sue
cess lie is as mild as Melanethon. have
hau some sound words with Luther upon the
saclainental question, but must do him the
justice TO say that he has never made an ex.
cited or fierce reply. On my left hang, high.
est, John Calvin, and lowest Martin Luther.
ana between them, Parker! They
nave never touched him, though Martin looks
as though he would grind him to powder.
put there Is peace here. Voltaire and Pascal
Keep good neighborhood Orthodox and her
etc are on good behavior.
NO Kingdom ever had such illustrious sub.
lects as mine, or was half as well governed.
can put my most naughty subjects up or
down, as 1t pleases me, without tumult or OPP
PNo'eaS1A' Odl lSdu tn6tu IOrLQ TO Sucl wars
as please, and not one of them is deaf to the
trumpet. hold all Egypt in fee simple l
can say as much of all the Orient as he that
was sent to grass did of Babylon. build not
city, but empires, at word. Pericles and
Phidias look out of my windows, while l am
gone back to the Acropolis to see what they
have been about. Old Michael Angelo scowls,
and Raphael smiles, as if my study were the
Slstlne chapel or a stance in the Vatican.
The architects are building night and day,
like them of old, without the sound of hahn.
mer my artists are painting, my designers
are planning, my poets are chanting, my phi
losophers are discoursing, my historians are
spinning their dry webs, my theologians are
weaving their yet finer ones, my generals are
trooping about without noise or blood. All
the world is around me. All that ever stirred
human heart, or fred the imagination, is
harmlessly here NV shelves are the avenues
OF time. Cities and empires are put in cor
ner. Ages have wrought, generations grown,
and all the blossoms are cast down here 1t
is the garden of immorta! fruits, without dog
OF dragon. No such garden was Eden, in the
past. 1t is the EdenE in which the race is
coming, that is, to see the true Adam and the
true Eve. But there goes that much-abused
bell-and with it my dreamy. Y. hide
pendent.