Where Henry's life hangs balanced in its might, The son of that fine thought so prodigal. O God, put in his heart his thought, and make SCENE III. Mary's Room. Midnight. MARY, (alone.) I cannot sleep, my brain is all on fire, [Goes to the window. I would I were a tree, a stone, a worm; I would I were some thing that might be crushed; A mote of dust within the streaming sun, Or that some dull remorse would fasten firm I must, - he shall come in. [She speaks from the window. Chester enters. CHES. You keep late hours, my gentle Mary. MARY. Do not speak so. There is no Mary here. Hush! (Holds up her finger.) I cannot bear your voice; 't is agony To me to hear a voice, my own is dumb. Say, thou art an old man, thou hast lived long, Thy red, bleared eyes, thy miserable form, - Say, quick, here, here, where the heart beats, didst feel As if all life in fell conspiracy Had met to press thy fainting spirit out? Say, say, speak quickly; hush! hush! no, not yet, [Chester goes out, weeping. "T is well that I am visited by spirits. If 't were not so, I should believe me mad, SCENE IV. The Wood. - HENRY AND MURRAY. HEN. I cannot think you mean it; 't is some dream They tell strange tales, they say she has gone mad, HEN. Is that the story? I have been mad myself. MUR. I'll leave you then together. (Enter Mary.) I trust these scenes greet happily your eyes. HEN. Among these pines they find the crow's rough nest, MARY. This is the point I think we stood upon. I would I knew what mountains rise beyond, HEN. Ah! ye still, pointing spires of native rock, Most proudly mark your duty to the sky, The Sun is setting. MARY. 'T is all revealed, I am no more deceived, That bell that summoned him to the dark cell, [Stabs herself. INTERIOR OR HIDDEN LIFE.* PROFESSOR UPHAM, who for about seventeen years has sedulously occupied the chair of moral philosophy at Bowdoin College, in this volume, presents an additional proof of the spontaneous love which entitles him to that office, as well as of his sincere regard for the well being of all mankind. The basis of his work is the position that the human soul, every human being, may be holy. Strange proof of occasional default that men should ever think otherwise! As might naturally be expected, however, from the author's occupation, his work manifests more precision in style, than most productions on similar subjects in former Principles of the Interior or Hidden Life, designed particularly for the consideration of those who are seeking assurance of faith and perfect love. By THOMAS C. UPHAM; Boston: D. S. King; 1843. 12mo. pp. 464. times, which the professor has evidently read with a feeling even deeper than that of an admiring taste. There is, nevertheless, a gravity and a serene humble tone spread over the whole book, which justifies us in placing it on the same shelf with the works of Madame Guion, Fenelon, and others whom the author ardently loves. Those sentiments, principles, and experiences, which a gay and fretful world is glad to swamp in the deluge of frivolous occupations, the learned professor has endeavored to revive and embody forth in language so simple and plain, that none can fence their selfish idleness behind the usual epithet of "mystic.” Scarcely a chapter in the two and forty, into which the work is divided, but might be quoted as proof of the simplest method in which such sentiments can be uttered. We cannot say he has the familiar, household eloquence of William Law, nor has he perhaps drunk from the like depths of the drainless well of spiritual being, but he is undoubtedly always sincere to the revelation within him, and perhaps better calculated than such earlier authors to address his cotemporaries. As a specimen of the style, and as a key to the whole work, which we have not space now to analyse fully, we submit the following extract from the first chapter, entitled "Some Marks or Traits of the Hidden Life." "There is a modification or form of religious experience which may conveniently, and probably with a considerable degree of propriety, be denominated the Interior or Hidden Life. When a person first becomes distinctly conscious of his sinfulness, and in connection with this experience, exercises faith in Christ as a Saviour from sin, there is no doubt, however feeble these early exercises may be, that he has truly entered upon a new life. But this new life, although it is in its element different from that of the world, is only in its beginning. It embraces undoubtedly the true principle of a restored and renovated existence, which in due time will expand into heights and depths of knowledge and of feeling; but it is now only in a state of incipiency, maintaining and oftentimes but feebly maintaining a war with the anterior or natural life, and being nothing more at present than the early rays and dawnings of the brighter day that is coming. "It is not so with what may conveniently be denominated |