New-York tribune., 1874-12-12

Building of a Brain" Dr. Holmes is in complete sym
patby with Dr. Clarke He ventures TO say right nero
in Boston. that female suffrage s not essential 70 inc
toleraby comfortable existence Of society; nor 10
essential that woman should know as much as man
knows OF produce as much by her ordinary LABOR Oh
mind or body as he does. But essential that sne
should save her for the exhausting laoors
fall to her lot woman, and which uss up an a"o""
vitality Of which no man who Is not q pbys'cia" en-
possibly form any conception The priest he says I'd.
had nothing for woman but a curse ana q co""s -.
remained for the physician to speak for her anu n'
what Dr. Clarke has done IN his two essays
In Our PostOflce"-a long paper, full OF s1"''s'o'
and OF solid chunks of information-Mr. Ssroiner VI
Hubbard maintain that the primary opjeo' VI 'o p'
Office is not to act source OF revenue Dut W
nate intelligence and he protests against usinS '
mails for the carriage Of express packages an
ton directly subversive OF ana opposeu W 'n0
purpose OF the postal service.
Among the many good poems In the number, the Que
which will attract most attention is Tribute
TO his friend Sumner WILL therefore. give 1t TO you 10
advance of publication in the magazine:
CHARLES SUMNER.
Garlands upon his grave,
And flowers upon his nearse,
And TO the tender heart ana brave
The tribute Of this verse
His was the troubled life,
The conflict and the pain, ,,
The grief the bitterlass o. Htne'
The honor without stal1.
Like winkelried he took
Into his mauy breast
The sheaf OF Osllle spears. and DroAe
path for the oppressed;
Then from the fatal field
Upon nations heart ,.,,,
BORNE like a warrior on his shieldN
SO should the brave depart
Death takes us by surprise,
Aud stays our hurrying feet
The great design unfinished lies
Our lives are incomplete.
But in the dark unknown
Even a bridges arcn OF stone
Is rounded In the stream
Alike are life and death,
When life IN death survives,
And the uninterrupted breath
Inspires thousand hVes.
We're star quenched on high,
For ages would iis light,
Still travelling down ward from the SKY,
Shine on our mortar si"nt
So when a great dies.
For years beyond our keD
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths OF men,
Iongfelow also contributes another-a sonnet-which
will give YOU not alone because it is Longellows but
because 1t is good:
THE OLD BRIDGE AT FLORENCE.
TaddeO Gdddi buit int l am old;
Five centuries old | plant my ioot ol stohe
Upon the Arno, st. Michael,s own
Was planted on the dragon: Fold by foid
Beneath me, as it struggles. behold
It's gllstening scales. Twice hath It oyerthrown
NV kindred and companions. Me alone
Ii movetn not, but is by inc controlled.
I can remember when the Medlci
Were driven from florence; longer stu ago
IRE final wars of Ghlb ,Iline and Guelf.
Florence adorus with her jewelry;
And when think that Michael Angelo
Hath leaned ON me, glory IN myself.
Among the numerous and valuable reviews OF new
books have been particularly struck with the dscrlm-
mating treatment of Modern Christianity a Civilized
Heathenisun." The reviewer meets the sharp thruss
OF this little volume with the assertion that CHRIST dd
not como TO teach system OF morality nor yet to set
us pattern for daily life. His mission was to re-
veal immortality. However this proposition may strike
the orthodox it is the best answer which has yet been
made to the of those VINO condemn CHRISTIAN
inv because Christian believers do not live, or even
endeayor to live, the unwOrldy life OF which Christ Is
the example. L. M