opened to the light all the recesses of ignorance, and torn up by the roots the weeds of vice. His is a progress not to be compared with anything like a march; but it leads to a far more brilliant triumph, and to laurels more imperishable than the destroyer of his species ever won.

Such men-men deserving the glorious title of Teachers of Mankind-I have found labouring conscientiously, though perhaps obscurely, in their blessed vocation, wherever I have gone. I have found them, and shared their fellowship, among the daring, the ambitious, the ardent, the indomitably active French; I have found them among the persevering, resolute, industrious Swiss; I have found them among the laborious, the warm-hearted, the enthusiastic Germans; I have found them among the high-minded but enslaved Italians; and in our own country, God be thanked, their numbers everywhere abound, and are every day increasing. Their calling is high and holy; their fame is the property of nations; their renown will fill the earth in after ages, in proportion as it sounds not far off in their own times. Each one of these great teachers of the world, possessing his soul in peace-performs his appointed course-awaits in patience the fulfilment of the promises-resting from his labours, bequeaths his memory to the generation whom his work has blessed and sleeps under the humble, but not inglorious epitaph, commemorating one in whom mankind lost a friend and no man got rid of an enemy!" Lord Brougham.

Oramatic Passages.

A PLAY is the story of one human action, shown throughout by imagined words and deeds of the persons concerned in it, artfully developing a problem in human life, and ingeniously solving it after having excited strong natural interest and curiosity as to the manner of solution. It must not be too long to be presented to spectators at a single sitting.

Prof. Henry Morley.

Representative poesy is as a visible history; and is an image of actions as if they were present, as history is of actions in nature as they are, (that is) past.

Lord Bacon.

LXIV.

FROM PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE.1

ACT II. SCENE VI.

The exterior of the Stadt-House in Ghent. Two external flights of stone stairs meet in a landing-place or platform midway in the front of the building. On this platform appear SIR GUISEBERT GRUTT, with the aldermen of sundry guilds and the deans of the several crafts of butchers, fishermen, glaziers, and cordwainers. Also FRANS Ackerman, Van Nuitre,

and others of the WHITE-HOOD party.

A Weaver. Speak up, Sir Guisebert; speak, Sir Guisebert Grutt!

A Fuller. Sir Simon Bette, we'll hear Sir Simon first.

A White-Hood. Not to waste time, let's hear them

both together;

For bawling as we do, one word in ten

Were much to reach us.

A Glazier.

It is you that bawl,

You villain White-Hoods-And there come the men

That teach it you; but we've a muster here

Shall choke your bawling with a churchyard sod.

Enter VAN ARTEVELDE and VAN DEN BOSCH. Artevelde. Well met, my friends, if friends you be;

if not,

Why then, well met, my foes.

Sir Guisebert (descending some steps to meet Sir Simon Bette, who comes up from the street). God's life, sir! Where is Occo?

He has sent word he's sick and cannot come.

Sir Guisebert. Pray God his sickness be the death of him!

Sir Simon. Nay, his lieutenant 's here, and has his orders.

Van den Bosch (aside to Artevelde). I see there's something that has stagger'd them.

Now push them to the point. [aloud.] Make way there, Ho! Artevelde (coming forward). Some citizen has brought this concourse here.

Who is the man, and what has he to say?

Sir Guisebert. The noble Earl of Flanders of his grace Commissions me to speak.

[Some WHITE-HOODS interrupt him with cries of 'GHENT,' on which there is a great tumult, and they are instantly drowned in the cry of "FLANDERS." Artevelde. Silence, and hear this noble Earl's behests,

What, silence! peace!

Deliver'd by this thrice puissant knight.

[to say,

Sir Guisebert. First will I speak-not what I'm bid But what it most imports yourselves to hear.

For though ye cannot choose but know it well,
Yet by these cries I deem that some of you

Would, much like madmen, cast your knowledge off,
And both of that and of your reason reft
Run naked on the sword-which to forefend,
Let me remind you of the things ye know.
Sirs, when this month began ye had four chiefs
Of great renown and valour,-Jan de Bol,
Arnoul le Clerc, and Launoy and Van Ranst :
Where are they now? and what be ye without them?
Sirs, when the month began ye had good aid