Birmingham age-herald., 1894-08-12
MUSINGS WITHOUT METHOD.

None ever have, nor ever will, on earth Reach truth of theory concerning fate. It stands as whole from every touch of man As ocean's broad, blue scroll, whose rubber
 waves
 Then, careless whether man be king or slave, I'll take his actions, whether free or not, And trace them to their sources. Deep the
 dive,
 But, throwing off the bouys of charity And faith, and all the pref udice of life, grasp the lead of doubt, and downward sink Intoth cesspool of the human heart, To find the fount that to the surface casts Athousand bubbles of such varied hues: The pale white bubble of hypocrisy, The murky bubble of revenge and hate, The rainbow bubble of sweet love In youth, The dull, slime bubble of sensual lust, The crystal bubble of true charityI'
 These lines, from Edwin Fuller's "Angel in the Cloud,'' are quoted with the hope that those fond of rhythemical prose and entrancing thought, will add this volume to their libraries. It is, according to my judgment, equal to any-nay, superior to any similar book that has come under our humble observation. The author does in- deed dip down into the cesspool of human nature and to some purpose.
 To the casual reader the pessimistic quality of the opening stanZas may prevent an impartial study to the end.. For ln- stance, such phrase as note below will, Ithink, frighten the charitable soul away: ..How, then. shall we determine quality Ot action when tht lr sources are the same, And their effects DO ,ess no Qual1tyf Two dead men lie il, hood beside the way The one shot by t!end, an accidents; No wrong | ts in th' effects, for both arc alike; And of the alents, he of accident Had no intent and therefore did no wrong. The other llllsd to satisfy the self, A motive foAnding all the Christian work, And right if that is right. The wrong I hen lies between the motive and effect, And must ey iSt in the effectiDp means, Yet how within the means is wrong proved
 wrong?'' etc.
 He makes mother love, which we have been taught to reverence as approximatiug more toward Christ's uninterested devo- tion for mankind, a little less than senti- meut, springing from desire 10 pose as martyr to the unresponsive attitude of the ingrate child.
 But oh, read % % op' "u9oa g s,a sappnrs3 Hps1a heaven glory booming bells,' discourse ), the poor skeptic of infinity, eternity and precious life! "Man cannot judge the eternal mind by his!" and ends in grand symph ony of victorious moralIzing worthy of Plato.
 Edwin Fuller understands that axiom, ssIt is the province of art to conceal art. ' He sings like morning lark in the lighter passages; swells like the vast ocean tide over the wrongs of humanity; echoes with a delicate fervor all the intricacies and sub tie differences of right and wrong; thun- ders forth as a mighty Titan denunciatlon of the iniquities of man; tenderly, with pathos all his own, he lulls us to rest with beautiful thoughts of death, love, life. Can we not look for the angel in the cloud? It seems to me the task. could not be hard. The twilight hues; sunrise bloom; mourn ful and bleak fogs; summer breezes and every living thing contains the "M1nd- Ssrapb,' and we have but to seek and we shall find.
 
 Dr.. w. E. Anthony, the eminent physi- clan of Providence, R. l., who graduated with Oliver Wendell Holmes, and whose eloquent pen has done so much for suffer- ing humanity, will have an article based on his "reminiscences of an acquaintance with Charles Dickens in the September number of Munsey's magazine. Delight ful letters descriptive of his travels in France and England have come under the eye-glass of Sydney Daryl. Dr. Anthony had the pleasure of knowing Thackery, Wilkie Collins, Bulwer Lyton, and other great lights. His article will be worth reading.
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 SYDNEY DARYL,