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GERALD MASSEY.
ERALD MASSEY:
PROPHET AND
POET, MYSTIC.
BY
B. O.
FLOWER, WITH
ILLUSTRATIONS BY
LAURA
LEE.
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WORKS BY
Civilization's
B. 0.
FLOWER.
Inferno;
Cloth,
:
or,
.
Studies in the
.
.
Social Cellar.
$i.oo
Cloth,
Book
Young
People.
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Cloth,
Gerald Massey
(Illustrated.)
....
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Intro&uctorp
Mor&
work
briefly
HIS
the
little
discusses
of
life
Eng-
who
deserves far
of those
who
has received.
freely
because I
am
know
see
him
or error,
when
then
stirred
for
is
unconscious
for the
moment
ment
surround us
is
raised
of the holiest
of holies of the
human
soul.
is
This revela-
very marked in
I
have
in
view in thus
through his
own
words.
of conviction, believing
of the
to
awaken some
would strengthen
life's
earth's
have indicated
of
resemblance be-
The former
beauty in
is
common
He
is
a tireless
reformer, hating
injustice
more than he
loves
sight
life,
and he possesses a
spiritual in-
equalled
by
few
modern
poet.
poets.
of
The
titles
poet, prophet
as applicable to
the
Mr.
Massey possesses
than Whittier.
ever,
is
What he
and
facts
that
life.
demonstrate
the
reality of another
-n
f
I
when we
shall
end enforced
for
woman, and ignorance for the child." As a poet of the common life who has revealed new beauties within and without
him
as a fearless truth-seeker
who
has dared to
incur the scoffs and sneers of conventionalism and the savage hate
of ignorance,
the
cause
of
honor him
and
justice,
has been steadfastly set toward the morning; his thoughts are luminous with the
light of the
coming age
hence
it is
not
and
who
instinctively shrink
of truth or the
sweet
reasonableness of justice.
B. 0. Flower.
Boston, January, 1895.
iv
$:r:^>.l^_"
''^
child.''''
I.
tbe ni>am
in
HERE
poets
tion
as they
are
our midst
many
critics,
who
from conventional
byways
of duty
highway
of popularity,
The
and by
characterized
inspired
unnumbered struggling
lofty ideals
of the
people, luring
them unconsciously
to higher
altitudes of spirituality.
They have
of the
at all
liv-
the song
Amid
life,
;
to-morrow
of civilization.
jealousies of
mocks freedom and the poor cry for justice, their words ring clear and strong. They are
the people's
saviours,
for
they help
the
Among
this
coterie of
chosen sons of
it
them
voices of conventionalism, no
titled to a
name
is
enof
Gerald Massey
day,
the poet-prophet
of our
right, while
birthright
for
Had Mr.
Massey chosen
by boldly
;
had
he devoted his
of those
who
and been
bread of poverty.
For few
men
of
our
And had
into a
flat-
ter
him
and amusement-loving
they are cultured.
who imagine
But Gerald Massey was a man before he was a poet. His love for justice was
down
had ^
pos]
He was
He
He
himself
the bitterness
of
want.
an Isaiah.
He preferred
than
and preferment.
He chambitter
lives are
made
by
Now, because
to justice and
human
rights, because
he
hypocrisy of creedal
to
his
talent
and
his superb
manhood.
But though
ignored,
in
the
main, by conservatism, he
hearts
wait.
of
lias
won
the
millions
who
love,
suffer
and
And
him high
in
the pantheon
of
England's
and
braver
in the
poet's
mind.
They may be
of his creed
:
"
is
The
first
duty of
to die
to learn
how
world, or something in
little life
better
it.
Our future
:
must
the root of
in this life."
all
We
Hill
around
and valley
in their
man
with
fruitage crowned,
!!
What
With
a merry world
it
might
and aye,
its
its
wealth
that wastes
away
full
This world
is
of
beauty, as
other
worlds
above
And,
if
we
it
might be
full of love.
The
The happy
birds that
hymn
ear of God,
Have each
of songs to
me
of beauty,
as
"This world
above
;
is
full
other worlds
And,
if
we
it
might be
full of
love."
If faith,
coin,
'twixt heart
Up
how
the sudden
; ;
The
dreary,
bloom,
And
love
This world
is
full
of
beauty, as
other
worlds
above
And,
if
we
it
might be
full of love.
Were
with men,
And
Age
again
soar in
mirth like
And
hell's
cunning spark
is
This world
full
of
beauty,
as
other worlds
above
And,
if
we
it
might be
full of love.
f^
England, in 1828.
"
knew
all
the
Many
years
plait-
pence
a
to
one
and
is
sixpence
week.
Very
pathetic
early
boyhood.
it is
without this
experience
doubtful
hope and
emancipated
and
supreme lesson
to take
that Humanity
one.
child
of
wealth.
and
his time
was
up that he had
He
received no
fountains
of
which
duller
minds
of
The book
his
mind
Like
many
His mind
became a storehouse
a
sieve,
than
of facts,
sity compelled
him
to enter the
life,
rank of the
grew stronger
later period
he advanced in years.
At a
he became a deep
lines of thought.
An
overmastering deterthe
truth
mination
to
possess
and an
the poet's
In him
we have
curious
combination.
He
is
one of the
lyric
poets
is
He
also
all his
work
reflects simplicity
and purity
of life inspired
by his high
ethical code
and
lofty faith.
own home
test
circle.
him beyond
who have
Heavenly City
in the state of
Devachan
of the Buddhist,
life.
He
doubt
in his
mind
love and
move onward.
On
this point
Mr.
"
My
is
founded
upon
facts in nature,
and
;
realities of
my
any
own
personal experience
not u23on
falsification of
natural fact.
less
These facts
to
known
me
per-
my cerown
titude
is
not premature
me
the
human
down
been drawn
He who
fact,
has plumbed
ground of
has established a
over-thrown.
of desolation
He has
the passionate
He
cannot he
bereaved in soul!
And
testimony that
my
come work,
if
made
it is
so
many mental
but
in
The
half
in
There
of the future
than any we
our time
for
It is only in
the
have
been collected
man, and
world
of
work, with
of
over-quickening
12
consciousness
higher, worthier
life to
come.
"Indeed
seems
to
me
that
we
are only
this life in
earnest
only just
now
method
of think-
to stand level-footed
on that ground
of reality
permanently true."
social
On
the
vital
problems
which
serves
He
ob-
"It
is
its evil
character,
its
and spread
roots in
with
its
fruits
all.
made
free to
We
are
of the evils
now
afflicting the
human
;
race
God and
by man.
is
we may
look upon
the
fall of
man
And
here
me
women
to
with men;
and therefore
somewhat
the
life
it
too
^'
of
woman
embryo
before
brought to birth."
of a highly
ceived
that
wisdom
well
as
justice
far
per-
an untiring
advocate
of
absolute
for her as
know
of no
writer of
Massey.
He
is
men
of our
time
who hav6
riage relation.
he observes
is,
On
this important
theme
that
woman
at
must be monarch
of the marriageif
We
must begin
in the creatory
we
has
woman
all
the respon-
sibilities
children.
No woman
own
tected
No woman
thing that
than a man.
Not
the
money
in the
world
No woman
man
;;
;!
:!
Our
woman and
her
true position
following lines
we have but
seen
Wife,
sister,
Upon
Unknowing how
to seek,
To woo
her into
woman from
essential
power
To
fructify the
of all
womanhood,
in the bud.
With
heart
all
golden,
still is
We have
The
but glimpsed a
moment in
her face
beyond
She
is
The
17
;; ; ; !
word
and be heard
heavenward
all.
its
call
motherhood, but
Unworthy
Her
of the gift,
trod
How
And
Waxed drunken
How
have
men
To stamp the kiss of conquest on her lips As feather in their crest have worn her grace,
Or brush
of fox that
Wooed
wed
to fire
own
funereal pyre
soul
was
!
far
Beyond possession
Her whiteness hath been tarnished by Her promise hath been broken
their touch
in their clutch
The woman hath reflected man too much. And made the bread of life with earthiest
18
leaven.
of heaven
The
wife
who
will not
As adult doll with fripperies glorified The mother fashioned on a nobler plan Than woman who was merely made/rom man.
On
The
life
we
live
the
teaching
that
belied
by our own
daily
practices.
we break a
natural law
we
suffer pain in
know
is
This result
is
not an
obviously intended
happen.
Punish-
to be avoided
by ignorance
a knowledge of causes.
Therefore nothing
Teach the
of
become the
the
slaves
soldiers
duty
instead
of
of
sins
selfish
desire.
self
the
against
Teach
means
work by
nature herself;
eyes
that penetrate
.
.
all
Let them
we cannot
;
begin to
the best
let
Give them
the
soundest method
the
influence on them,
and then
let
them do
the rest.
for seeing
It is
worth
all
that
is
to be seen.
loftiest
ideals
not
human
of
reality.
The
best ideal of
all
at
home.
The teaching
it is
overheard.
When you
that
when
the
with
the
truth
make
One
all
is
his sincerity
and
his
kmd.
all
is
present in
fol-
his writings,
emphasized in the
ness"
"
The
devil
and
hell of
my
creed consist
in that natural
any
and
for-
giveness for
punishments
sequences.
you should
it
on to
the
all
God
will be
of
no
yourself.
Ours
worlds at once.
way
when
it is
brought
home
to
us
in
concrete
fact,
whether in
come,
hand
no use
:
We
ently afterwards,
example
when
22
it is
too late.
For
when immortals
visibly
To
earth
came
down,
of an Eastern town.
They passed
a dog
by the roadside,
Where dead and rotting it lay. And the youth, at the ghastly odor,
Sickened and turned away.
him,
;
And her voice most silvery rang And the youth, to embrace her beauty,
With
all his
being sprang.
A sweet,
And
The
delightsome lady
yet, the
legend
saith.
23
"Only think
life,
of a fine lady
who,
in this
flattered,
;
sumptuthe
for
whom
heaven had
to be per-
fumed
had
as incense,
of health
to fade
life
summed up
in one long
self,
think
of finding herself
walking
which the
spirit
has to get
an excrement of
all
at
which
good
Don'
you think
time,
it
if
much preaching ?
ard,
The
hell of the
drunkor
the
libidinous,
the blood-thirsty,
tell us, is
the burn-
chills of death.
The crossing
was only
consuming
as
the
thirst of
Tantalus
In support
of this, evolution
ourselves, our
acters.
desires, passions
and char-
As
Whoso
!
is
"
And
if
disciplined
our lower passions here, they will be masters of us, for the time being, hereafter.''
In
lyric
verse
first
Gerald
Massey
ranks
among
foundly
the
English poets.
life,
His des-
criptions of
humble
portrayal of pro-
human
rarely been
of
equalled.
power
the
true poet.
of feeling
human
heart
in
the
royally born
flowers,
And
No
And touch its glories into bloom, And footsteps fall withouten sound,
Was
her birth-place that merry
May morn
No gifts were heaped, no bells were rung, No healths were drunk, no songs were sung, When dear Babe Christabel was born
:
smiled.
:
And
Love brooded
hallowed ground.
And
26
The
father,
down
in toil's rairk
mine,
Turns
Its radiance,
and
its
home
of love
And
sun-struck wine.
queenlier tread
Above her
warm and
!
white
baby-head
sinless child,
strife
;
A rainbow on
From
love's
our dark of
life,
!
own
shape
all
And
Of
still
It took
no
tint of
summer's wealth
:
color,
No
blush
grew
Where
She came
Makes quick with beauty, alive with spring Then goeth to the golden isles.
She came
like
dark where
all
was Hght.
kiss
was given.
And
like a flower
her
life
did close.
And
dawned
in heaven.
little
tenderling,
into view,
The primrose
that
is first
in spring
28
The
lines
exquisite
creation
is
as a
whoje.
^'
My
another
which throbbed in
in the
have space
be
suffi-
They
will
however,
to
call
up many long-
of the
human
word
brain are
is
spoken,
some picture
retina, or a
flashed
upon
the
is
mental
heard,
flies
open,
as children
from
young day
29
; ;
The
dew
Winnie, with
yoii.
A world of time,
rolled
a sea of change.
my
"
Was
little,
good
little
Ned."
My being in
And
A higher heaven
To
never asked
wistful as a bird.
Than watching,
Or sun me
Of some soul-ripening
and know
The
thrill of
opening paradise.
too tenderly
:
and
I
You were my
Was
^
good
TT
little
TT
Ned."
TT
^
30
And
There
my
life's
between
Us, and
I led
my
star
you
dear
!
He was my
I
To prove my
love.
He was
me
:
Nor saw my
You were my
" Cousin
Winnie," and
Was
little,
good
little
Ned."
I smiled, dear, at
your happiness
The
Flashed from
In love that
my heart's
made
My blessing
On
earth,
in
heaven "
And
tell
Its tale
the eyes, I
" Cousin
bowed
good
the head
I
You were my
Winnie," and
little
Was
little,
Ned."
31
go on laying up
my
love,
I think
here
But
it
be
fulfilled
above
I think
my
My love
'Twill
shall
all
bear
be righted when
we meet
And
I shall find
them gathered up
my
and I
Was
Here
good
little
Ned."
again
in
*^The
in
Mother's
Idol
is
Broken "
finest
which,
of
my
judgment,
the
work
by
Mr. Massey
poetic
to
we
Tennyson
moods
of the late
poet laureate.
32
; ;
And proud
prize,
ere her
eyes as
slie
rose
with the
my
peerless
little
sea siren,
Or
is it
little
child angel,
By
Or hath
Taken shape
With
Our house
build.
We
saw
though none
like us
might see
Upon
******
White Rose
of all the world
in
wee
blossom
was but
in spring
33
When down
"
impearled^'^
And
in their
W hite
She came
Rose
like April,
who
bursts in tears,
leave.
Then
One
and one
air.
and open
That
last she
A minute
To come
any more.
Pale Blossom
how
And how we
heaven
To
84
Of
life,
that sprang
of love
Some tender
Of
Life's
Make sweet
fret.
And
As
eyes.
for the
coming
Unseen Hand.
of,
speak
the
its
secret place.
And
seize it
With
twin-love's
strength
We fenced her round, exchanging silent looks. We went about the house with listening hearts.
That kept the watch for danger's
Our
spirits felt
******
the shadow ere
it fell.
stealthiest step.
all their
glory on
in the sun,
The
Of
up
like
memories
lovelier life in
Or dreams
of peace
The
soft south-breezes
And all was gay as universal life Swam down the stream that glads
But we lay dark where Death had struck us down With that stern blow which made us bleed within,
And bow
:X:
^
a curl of
sinless
#
little
=^
#
!
This
is
Marian's hair
A ring of
Poetic
genius of a high
order
is
dis-
above
carry
when taken
tints,
as
a cloth of
many
rich in
and
fine in texture.
Seldom do we
find
Wedded Love,"
in
us a glimpse of his
experiences
:
rich
36
;!
My life
And
That gathers
silently its
till it
wealth of earth,
melts
And woos
heaven
down
into
it.
They mingled
like the
dove of
old,
up-soaring tendency.
as the stalwart
it
oak
.
growth
Thy
And
trusteth
where
it
may
not understand.
!
And
she revealeth
what we
ne'er
had known.
With joy's wreath tumbled o'er our blinded eyes. The heart is like an instrument whose strings
Steal nobler music
from
life's
many
frets
37
suffering's
for
heaven are
woven
And
Take
all
human
life
radiance,
tears.
Thou'rt
little
we were
wed.
are
And
With thy
That
set
womanhood
light.
Thy soul still looks with its rare smile of love, From the gate beautiful of its palace home,
Fair as the spirit of the evening
star.
That
porch
To beacon
We
And
love
they
*
who
*
Oh,
let
Burn
Upon
!
the walls of
life's
surrounding dark.
if
Ah what
smiles
a world 'twould be
in
Made heaven
The
human
hearts,
humanity
to
In
many
ful
Upon
floats like
an Ark
Through
And from
Among
The Song
Indeed,
of the Shirt,"
this
is
by
poem
is
a superb production.
of
The
melancholy spectacle
39
Hood
battling
"
with
disease,
bravely editing
his
maga-
was enough
And then
The Bridge
of
these
two
souls.
He who wrote
"
of
Sighs
to the poet
who
the
Unemployed."
I regard as
mens
'Twas
of
tlie
old story
its
Knows
Till
not
Angels of Deliverance
It stones the
Martyr
Sees the
chariot of
fire,
it
And
calls
names, and
worships what
spurned.
It slays the
Man
And
then
how
40
Where
lips
late
its
thorn-crown Laughed
witli
cruel
who walk beside them, great men seem Mere common earth but distance makes them
To
those
stars.
As dying
And And
then
we
treasure up their
care.
With
And
road.
That by
We
The merry
And
was
of his
Which held
Of
at heart
And Rainbows
heaven
;
that
And
; !
the
Wrong
of
lire,
And
Words
To melt
His wit?
Hfe,
That flashed
The
Walk through
smile
!
Love's inner
And
As
coming God.
As
world up
like a star
Arrayed
heaven
And
With
conquering
frights
heart!
The many down from Love's transfiguring Aye mettled into martial attitude.
He
precious
Argosy
At sea, just glimmering into sight of shore, With its rare freightage from diviner climes.
While friends were crowding
at the Ilarbour
mouth
He
them
at
home
the wealth
it lost,
When Hood
So mighty
went darkling to
his tearful
!
tomb.
in his
undeveloped force
With
all his
music
rini^ino:
round his
life,
stirring in his
dying brain.
blessings
How like
And
a bonny bird of
his heart in
God he
came,
;
poured
sit in
Who
And And
trampled Manhood
heard,
its
crown
And
trampled
Womanhood
sprang up ennobled
!
The human
And
The
there
was melting
when
O
In
blessings on
all
him
When
the stars of
set
many
Moon
to light.
Our Champion
In bonds,
Aye,
we'll
And
The gold and purple of the glistering His Mausoleum is the People's heai-t,
There he hes crowned and
glorified,
in
state.
Many
of Europe's
much
of
"I
rejoice/'
ac-
knowledging
my own
debt of gratitude to
you
for
noble
Few
in
Thomas
observed
:
Aird,
review,
" Gerald
44
choir.
Patlios
flush
of
beauty
his
songs."
The
criti-
eminent
essayist,
Walter Bagehot, in
work, said
:
cising Mr.
Massey' s
of
" His
ob-
descriptions
nature
show a
close
led
to
the
positive
conviction
works
Although
bliss,
its
We
45
A little
glimpse,
when Spring
and
wakes in
A
A
little
shower,
breath of the Eternal in the fragrance of each
flower
be hereafter
heard
A little whisper
and try
hands
To
lift
to
Heaven
his
come down
A
On
little
move
invisible
breast
46
!!
stirs
and
thrills the
wings we fold
And
tells of
here begin
little
springlet welling
above,
That takes
all
its
earthly
way
to find the
ocean of
love
of the river
A little
Of
defiled,
good
All-father, in
His poorest
human
child
lost in
Ught of unimagined
We have
As
I
shadowy revealings
of the Better
World
in this.
is
little
become one
poets,
of England's
most famous
lyric
had he chosen
and convention-
alism;
but, like
who
truth and faithful to earth's oppressed, ever preferring the bread of poverty with the
self,
to the applause
with a
life of
comparative
Such
until they
They
48
" Iviviortal Liberty., we see thee stand. Like viorn just stepped from heaven, tipoii a
ni02intain.''''
n.
Zbc propbet
^HE reformer
ble prophet.
is
is
He whose
to
nature
so finely
conscience
verities as
so
sensitive
that he
feels
upon the
though
the evil
fell
upon himself,
tionship
to
sustains
an intimate
rela-
the
humblest expressions of
the wretch
heart, he
nies,
is
If the cry of
by divine sympho-
which those
;
unconscious of
and upon
It
was thus with the great prophets of Israel. It was thus with John Huss and Savonarola.
It
was thus
with
it is
Whittier and
thus, in a very
Wendell Phillips.
And
marked
It is
which
are peculiarly
social conditions,
when
a new-born sense of
intelligence
right
and a quickened
are
demand a
life:
Immortal
liberty
we
mountain
With
beautiful feet,
50
altar-fire
;
Nor
men
now?
Old legends
tell
us of a golden age,
When
men,
earth
was
guiltless
gods
come
the guests of
Ere
sin
And
again,
happy age
when
And
When
IVIind is the
People,
it
ripens
now
Awake, and
strike the
hour
O God,
and crown
Who
With mental armor and with spirit sabre Bless, bless, O God the proud intelligence, That now is dawning on the people's forehead, Humanity springs from them like incense, The future bursts upon them, boundless, star!
i
ried
tears, that
51
The
the
true
prophet
soul
was beautifully
The
story
far-
when
man was
seemed
The
had
toiled
He had
to lure
He had
striving to
He
rea-
ophy
of life,
and strove
of
to impress
upon
mankind.
He
appealed
52
Often he had to
from city
to city,
But
He
among
the children
men.
old
man;
was
bronzed and
furrowed, his
step
halting
and
feeble.
followed him
when he had
seeds
away, and
the
he had
One day he sought the solitude of the mou tains and in bitterness of soul prayed
that he might die
spirit it
;
in
his
depression of
lived
seemed
to
in vain,
all
human
endeavor.
While
the
lost in prayer, so
sage became
of peace
known
cause.
glorious
of
earth
tic
fell
away
;
an
ecsta-
condition
his spirit
was borne
aloft in
At length
!
his
when
lo
he was encom-
Then
tudes
his
;
ears
caught
the
symphony
of
nature
he was bewildered.
The multiof
around him
were
incarnations
and wisdom.
They
were
victors,
An
'^
Because of the failing power of the physform, the truth has become veiled to
54
ical
thy vision.
life."
Now
Then
to
of the
Universal Eye.
He
beheld a
home where
now dwelt
In another
man whose
life
made
all
men
better,
And
of
he noted
in
the faces
the eager
We
want
to
be like him
by discoursing
to a vast mul-
titude
had
in
brain.
He saw
strained to
from
tlie
eloquent lips
of
one he had
followed
other
known
as a ragged boy.
who had
the
him from
village
to
village with
poor people.
And then
panorama
for truth
unconsciously kindled
fires
his people.
said,
he
who
and oppression
of those
the
sufferings
the world
and as in
dawned.
It
homes
grew
of the multitudes.
Then the
from
light
brighter;
it
spread
hut to
cottage,
conflict
new
in
was
in progress.
ideas were
in
!!
the
man-
and prosperity.
all
So
it is
times.
At moments
and
music.
of the unfortunate
every
catch
trial
was
glimpses
the
commg
day.
In
into
the
following
triumphant
'
And this old world is growing brighter We may not see its dawn sublime,
Yet high hopes make the heart throb
lighter
When it
in
wonder
But we have
gathering round
Have heard
coming
57
'Tis
They
The
passed.
But
lo
the
Now the
Is flashing
through
!
us, brain
'tis
'Tis
coming
yes,
coming
And
it shall
if
it
all
who
!
dare to win,
it.
And
'
Tis coming
yes,
'
tis
coming
Fraternity
Love's other
name
Then As
shall
we
souls, full-statured,
grow
far-seeing
Thou
And
68
lieart,
And
love's
'
smiles
more sunny
!
Tis coming
yes,
'tis
coming
Jesus,
who was
was
of love,
terrible in
His denunciations
hypocrisy and
when
confronted
by the
selfishness
ventionalism.
some
by
when he
faces the
when he
becomes transformed.
brook becomes a
voice
is
the limpid
roaring
torrent.
The
which speaks
not the voice of one man, but the articucry of millions, thrown into speech
of God, that the wise
late
by the instrument
may be
may
be
ines
it
march
humanity
many
ambushed
Beware
ye, or
lie
the blood
may
The
patient
people cry
**Ah, shut not out the light of hope, or
blindly dash,
we may
ye in the crash.
Whose
fell
in a
bloody dance.
In the following
stanzas
we
are
re-
minded
Israel,
of
some
of
who championed
God
risk of life,
still
is
and uttered
light
up man's
if
pathway.
Mr. Massey
nothing
not a
fearless reformer.
He
justice
60
a half loaf
when
the issue.
The
deprived
a
by the
favored
special
privileges
enjoyed by
few.
Against
more apparent
to thoughtful
and truly
our
poet
enlightened
sincerity
which
is
as refreshing as
:
rare in our
age of sycophancy
Thus
saith the
short years
;
Lord
With
prayers,
Who weep,
No
in tears
Up from
And
rise,
The
and
slave
Your mother
gave you
!
birth,
You only oicn her for a grave And will you die like slaves, and
Your mother
left
see
a fettered thrall
61
Lift
And
In
all
wealth
is
worshipped
now
You have no
They snatch the fruit of youthful The staff from weary age. Oh, tell them in their palaces,
These lords of land and money,
hands,
They
To
rob them of
life's
Through
You've
Till
and
tears^
branded slaves
Of paupers,
62
men
The
Oh,
fruitful
buds
of promise blow,
!
And
freedom
lives again
tell
them
in their palaces,
They
To
rob them of
life's
and
uncompromising
stand
for
In one
to have a
"
We
mean
to
day
of reckoning
earth.
We mean
We
mean that
soil
the
and
its
open to
all.
We
mean
state,
to
We mean
to
We
and
mean
for
woman
with man,
social, religous
and
political,
is
of
no
as
We
mean
same stand-
man
woman.
In short,
we
intend that
rectified in
ofl
and
post-
existence.'*
''
Humanity
is
is one.
to
family
And
if
we do not
'tis
kindly,
why
then
flashed
upon us
64
terribly,
by lightning
light of
of hell,
if
we
will
not
have
it
by
heaven
up mighty
humanity by
London do not
into
live,
homes.
visit
To
get
these
you have to
courts
and
Immorality
is
but the
ground.
The poverty
is
of
many who
strive
to live honestly
appalling.
"
And
this disclosure is
that were
if
not wonder
these
more
It
in these
times
so little earthly
made known
to caricature
is
not possible
an utterance so grotesque as
that."
is
the
up the mountain
purpling
dawn growing
brighter.
Looking
is
not, so
optimistic,
the oppressed
66
Let
my
songs be cited
As
Till the
Shall
fire
scare
away
From
done,
Now victoriously
Our
begun
come
to naught.
Who
By And
saw by lightning
in the night,
are being
wrought
who work
in clearer light
is
fought,
our thought
sight.
Made
There
visible to all
men's
is
a certain thought-conipelling
his
power
in
many of
poems
of labor
found
mad
Often
he outlines upon
his
canvas a splendid
truth.
The
tremendous in
its
effects, as
:
When
And
Akin
Goes
and the
true,
We
And
dying
of the
by day.
And
Many
as
if
of Massey's
poems are
as
appli-
now
confronting us
by present-day conditions
Take
for example the
in our
own
land.
elation felt
unfortunates
'Tis
this
brijrht
world of ours,
blue,
on fragrant paths of
With music
in the
pleasure known.
Or Angels walked
want
to
groan
in the stars, nor in Earth's wel-
To
see
no beauty
smile,
come
To wander
toil.
willing,
but cannot
With burning
famished
sickness at
my
heart, I sink
down
God
of the
would that
were dead
still
in
many
And
dew
the flower.
for
Honey and
fruit
tree,
69
And
food for
all
my
aching eye,
The
purse-proud,
pass
swathed
!
in luxury,
disdainful
may
I
me by
but
:
not
work
for bread
God
of the
Wretched, hear
!
my
prayer
would
To
when brother
*'
my my
Children cry
Now pierce
The
and quiver
in
heart
I cannot, dare
not meet
looks that
make
my
prayer
:
God
of the
Wretched, hear
would
Lord
what
wed ?
Love
of nobler clay,
who
dine off
heart
Why
tender part
I cannot
slave in
yon
Bastille!
think 'twere
bitterer pain,
To wear
Pd work God
Convict's chain.
Wretched, hear
my
prayer
would
The
makes the
and many
who
ful
start out in
become
des-
To such
71
faltering
Never despair
I
O,
my
Comrades
is
in
sorrow
Yet,
know
row.
that our
mourning
ended not.
Victors tomor-
Our
on
Hold on
whom
thou
art living
of its love
giving;
Green spots
dove.
in the
spirit-
Hold
on,
still
hold on,
Nurse the
Truth bright,
And,
it shall
The Angel
graves
of
faith
stirs
They
are gone,
but
.1
Glory
is left in
our
life,
's
last kiss
on the darkness of
To
Hold
still
hold on,
Nurse the
Truth bright,
And,
my
life
for thine
it
shall
end
in the Right.
Think
of the
of
Think
Wrongs that have ground us for ages. the Wrongs we have still to endure
!
Think
on History's pages
Then work
In our
and
sure.
but be our
God
revealed
man
And
Hold
bearing
or
borne upon
Victory's
and
fall in
shield,
Let us
on,
fight battle-harnessed,
the van.
still
hold on,
Nurse the
And,
faith in thy
heart,
Truth bright,
my life
for thine
it
shall
end
in the Right.
And
made
for
Hope on, hope ever though To-day be dark, The sweet sunburst may smile on thee Tomorrow Though thou art lonely, there's an eye will mark Thy loneliness, and guerdon all thy sorrow ? Though thou must toil 'mong cold and sordid men, With none to echo back thy thought, or love
!
thee,
in vain
While God
is
over
on,
all,
thee,
Hope
The
iron
hope
may
But cannot
The tears of misery, thy bitter dole, Can never quench thy true heart's
ing
eager yearn-
trust,
be uprooted,
tear-dewed
from
all this
And Love
bruted
Hope
on,
hope ever.
74
know With
tle
'
tis
To
For
canker-worm of Want
;
have
felt
it.
My soul looks
The warm
Sunrise floods
it
And still
Hope
hope
ever.
Hope on, hope ever after darkest night Comes full of loving life, the laughing Morning Hope on, hope ever Spring-tide, flushed with
! !
light,
Aye crowns old Winter with her adorning. For the time shall come, Hope on, hope ever When man to man shall be a friend and brother
!
And this old world shall be a happy home, And all Earth's family love one another
Hope In this
est
little
on,
hope ever.
Kings,"
the
stirring appeal
to the
individual
76
the
Ho ye who in noble work Win scorn, as flames draw air, And in the way where Lions lurk,
!
Though
trouble-tried
and
torture-torn,
The
kingliest
Kmgs
are
bow
But Pain's
fire-chariot rode
They've battled best who've boldliest borne The kingliest Kings are crowned with thorn.
the
brow
The
As beauty
in Death's
And
And
The
worketh might.
is
Mother
o'
Morn,
Such work
is
very
effective.
It gives
and then
it
turns
the
flash-light
in all its
He utters a
cry of horror.
The
aroused by the
?
They raise the question, and an agitation is commenced which, sooner or later, ends The exclamation in victory for justice.
and interrogation points are the
crook of progress.
tracts
staff
and
ex-
I shall close
my
labor
Awakening
see,
As
a people up-girdiiig
its
might to be
free.
To
see
and
77
Start
up
by Sages
And
To
see
arm
the oppressors of
man:
them come dauntless
forth 'mid the world's
warring,
Show how
them
And
Dear God
'tis
sons of
Humanity
lips,
ye Toilers!
strength to our
The heart
dutiful,
Cranmer
in
fire
would shake
hands,
And
life like
a palace
home
ful,
Freedom
demands
And
As People
up-girding
its
might to be free
78
of ignorance
and superstition.
Wherever
through
forth
in
man, woman, or
injustice,
his
voice
has
leaped
wrong-doer
warfare.
he has waged
an incessant
He
cause of
woman,
demanding
for
be assured.
And
in the nineteenth
cen-
tury
no
philosopher
or
reformer
has
lives be permitted
to unfold
tions,
than
man.
We
man's relationship to
as a whole
;
man and
to society
possibilities
of the ques-
tions
a sanguinary
tions in
conflict.
Upon all
these ques-
no uncertain
And, what
is
more
dawn.
who
will enjoy, in
for
will
name among
who
placed truth
or
80
III.
Z\)c flD^etic.
HE
not
prophet
be
and
mystic
must
the
confused
for,
with
priest,
speaking
broadly,
the
two
of
represent
widely
divergent
spheres
thought.
progress.
The
prophet
assails
is
the herald of
He
out-
grown
beliefs,
ventional injustice.
half truths
He
now
retard man's
onward march,
which
He
is
has
unbounded
faith in freedom.
it is
He
often a
that the
new
the
may
rise in fairer
enduring character.
he tears
down
81
log cabin,
it is
that he
may
ble palace.
The
priest,
is
the
defender of conservatism.
the new.
tionist
He
is
distrusts
To him
the prophet
a destruc-
who
ignores
sanctified
He
or
in a
The
it
question.
breaks
powerless as
waves
with
when
beats against
prejudice
and the
veneration
The
priest
is
This contrast
is
strikingly iUustrated in
But noillustra-
where does
it
find so impressive
an
Here we see
the
relative
attitude
of
the
two great
by these
On
Jesus cried,
"
Ye have heard
but
I
it
said,
'
An
eye for an
eye,'
say.
Jesus
disregarded
ceremonials,
the
He was
a Sabbath breaker.
He He
way
entirely irregular.
The
great
prophet
and
mystic
the
the
field.
morning and
and blue
Galilee, spoke
more eloquently
to
him
of his
bloody
strife in
women
slain.
The priesthood
tomb
of yesterday's
inspiration
from the
of
man.
members expressed
martydom.
was
repetition of history.
life
He
and
will be misrepre-
slandered
misjudged,
if
he
sentence
At
has
is
truth.
He
way
He
is
impelled
onward by
the
divine
afflatus.
He
is
always disquieting.
He
soul
stimulates
life.
reason.
He awakes
the
lily
the
sider.
He points to He turns to
dawn
and
says. Con-
splendor of
silver of night,
He
and blind
reject as
credulity.
Do
not,
he urges,
and
follies
of ancient days,
the truth.
He
Consider
behold search
calls to the sleeping
reason
He
He
ing,
life, calls
into action
and in
this
way
is
a saviour to the
individual
as well as
torch bearer to
civilization.
one
is
rather
more
an
man.
The prophet
is
is
engine in action.
He
an aggressive
power
for
righteousness
now and
here.
He
and
The
truths of
God
silently
and
with
an all-pervading
evening dew or
influence, as
comes the
of
the soft
light
day.
We
are
told
that Jesus, on
occasions,
doubtless
when
and
withdrew into
is,
that
to
com-
mune with
tude
strife.
the Infinite.
inspiration of soliof
when
torn
by the discord
a
human
He
posesses
strong
is
intuitional
nature.
preternatur-
ally developed.
in his soul
with-
elude
the
grasp
the
self-seeking,
business-
enthralled struggler
upon
earth's restless
I
highways.
friend
of the
visited
who
vibratory law.
Taking down an
I put it to
to me.
I
my
ear
and instantly
the
room
a
I
ing storm.
without the
my
hearing.
tried
with a
shell.
is
Now,
so
whom
the spiritual
of
nature
is less
sensitive,
and in moments
exaltation he beholds
set
humanity
He
moving
slowly,
mate end
fixed
of all
Good,
He
speaks the
upon the
stars.
Sometimes he descends
to the seething,
man
Then
the
mystic
unfrequently
becomes
the
see
In Jesus,
we
time
and reformer
and
own
we
88
When
confronting in-
on
fire
with holy
into
indignation.
His words
fire
burn
the
heart
they
science.
They
man whose
baser thought.
Hear
Bay
State
in
O my God
for that
free spirit,
which of old
Boston town
Andros down
in
the
city's
"Up
poimd,
But
in
keep the
heart
the
Bay
State sound
89
"
!
So
also, in this
''
The
Crisis,"
we
are
reminded of
prophet,
who
mild-mannered Quaker
The
crisis presses
it
stands,
With solemn
lips of
!
Sphinx in
Egypt's sands
all
hereafter choose
we
holiness or
cloudy
"We
call
the
dews
down!
From
we turn
after
mountain,
if
you
will
my
sight,
And
step
by
step, since
time began,
man
That
all
of to
Remains
glad,
Our common,
divine,
And
day
;
and creeds
and
clear.
of fear,
far,
star to star!
That
light,
The
golden-spired apocalypse
friend
sand,
Nor
91
The heavens
are glassed in
Merrimac
What more
ear
To find the Orient's marvels here The still small voice in autumn's hush Yon maple wood the burning bush.
Henceforth
my
And
all-sus-
mystic
There
are,
who
Can
God
has sent,
And how
Is white with
many an
angel tent
heralds
whom
our Lord
;
eye,
no
sufferer's tear.
and
mystic.
am aware
proven
to
him.
use
it
here in
its
see-er of
things
wrapped
mass
'''
in
of
men.
the
;
word
and
in
Mystic "
its truest,
noblest sense
of
this sense I
know
no word which so
to
well expresses
convey.
We
he has
popular injustice.
faith,
We
We now pass
mystic.
we have
:
God
man
In His
own image since the world began, And is forever workmg on the soul,
Like sculptor on his statue, Expression of the upward
till
the whole
life
be wrought
Race
caught
its
likeness of
The Maker
as the eyes
grew
Here
is
a companion thought
matter
is
As music wears
Spirit
is
the form
it
passes through.
and
final goal.
human race, opposes the views popular among certain thinkers, who hold that the human brain is merely an expression
of the
of physical
the law^-
design and
every phenomeforce,
non,
is
working
blindly
and
without
intelligence.
The
wonderful facts demonstrated through hypnotism, and the results which have crowned
careful
research of
the
position
arrived
at
by the mystic
is
to
that, according as
your
life,
you
shall
be
rewarded
or,
He
ity
precisely
as
we
help
lift
and
that
it
is
by
is
made
of the soul
hell are
race,
projects
its
thrown before,
eternal shore.
we
There
is
Whit-
is
entirely dif-
ferent
90
We
made,
And
fill
With
The
be
our own,
We reap as
we have sown.
frightful
man,
en-
having
in
nevertheless
if
doomed
he
falls
by
the wayside.
Such a
belief is abhorrent to
so broad, tender
On this
I think
point he says
his.
heaven
Without a knocker
; ;
And
off,
them
to the light
life
That
He who loved
for
us into
must be
Father
infinitely fatherly.
And, groping
Him, these
way
From
any
and twitch
of sin,
fire,
the
Our
Makes
We turn the
We give
Change
deathliest fetor to
life
perfume
decay new
Make pure
Even
Of help
is
ia spirit
what was
foul to sight.
How
can
we
think
God hath no
of
crucible
hell ?
Almighty power,
life
No
Muddy and
Dear God,
and make
it
seems to
me
The missionary
Must
still
of eternity
So long
Godward
in
The
That
To make
The
The
rift 'twixt
and
all
Resolved
fre-
God spake
times.
to
His
ancient
Like
Whittier,
he
ever teaches
99
that
God
is
!:
with us
now and
In
here,
of
own.
sings
:
one
notable
poem he thus
There
is
no gleam
of glory gone,
in nature's
book
No
Who
And
Not only
in old
days
He bowed
cloud,
The heavens and came down We, too, were shadowed by the
We
The
Our God
is
living
still
He who
presence near
100
! !
Tlie
Word
His purpose to
We saw all of
us saw
how He
:
Drew sword and struck the blow. And up and free through their Red Sea He bade the captives go Yea, we have seen Him, clearly seen
Him work
the miracle
We know,
Our God
whate'er
is
may
intervene.
with us
still
The
veil of
time a
moment
falls
:
From
To
Recede the
And
who
lift
their eyes
may
learn
This world to
Him
A world of freedom
The
of
traveller in
is
little
what
around him.
101
He
journeys for a
slope,
and
his vision
marvellously broadened.
Another day's
still
more
glorious
panorama, and
when he
So the
side.
and very
own
passions
spiritual perception.
But
human
became
A hint
Few
and
sympathy for
past ages
his
children,
who through
upward
have been
light,
struggling
is
toward the
lines of
than
:
Mr. Massey's
found in these
human life is no mere looking-glass, In which God sees His shadows as you pass.
This
He did not start the pendulum of time, To go by law with one great swing sublime,
Resting himself in lonely joy apart
But
to each pulse of
life his
beating heart.
And, as a parent
sensitive, is stirred
By
word.
As the babe's life within the mother's dim And deaf, you dwell in God, a dream of Him.
Ye By
As
stir,
feelers
airy hands,
and higher
Life
is
life is
in the root.
And looking
bound.
Up
Ye open gladsome
inwardly.
103
floateth safe
heard on high
lift
And
That
All
if
an eye.
sigh.
soul is kept
life,
down
to the
worm
Hath
spiritual relationship to
God
all,
The
in all
Lord
and
infinitely small.
new
religion
which
is
taking posses-
sion of the
It
is
all
so
much more than the finest expression of the divine in man that we cannot comprehend Him but we cannot use this reason:
up the unreason-
the best
most splen-
did of which
is
love.
These
;
ages have
And
as
humanity
her slow
only that
which
is
divine in essence
peace.
is
philosophers, poets
the ages.
and
in proportion as
man
The
lofty
ideal
which
this
105
through every
civilization.
It
was taught
of
Greece and
Eome
life
it
and
mound
est,
if
He
the
in-
that
is,
manhood
this, in
the
of the
divine
attributes.
He
and
must be the
virtues
being
this,
He
of
eternity,
He
dead line
of the chil-
across
dren
He
might not
fly
He would be
to
fate.
The supreme
truth, that
God must
is
be
man
instead of worse
the keynote
nineteenth-
was a mystic,
ing lines
I
:
dare not
fix
The
*
love and
*
power
of
God.
*
lies,
I see the
Iravail-cries,
The world
its sin.
107
And
tossed
by storm and
flood,
clings
*
lift
know
know
I cannot drift
Beyond His
is
further impressively
little
taught in the
exquiste
allegorical
in
which Whit-
conception of Grod
which
is
God
The
who
dwell with
Him
waS
above
tenderest one was Pity, the dearest one
Love.
"Arise,"
sin
He
said, "
my angels
A wail of
woe and
all
and saddens
within.
108
";
**
My
lost
world swells,
of torment clouds the light,
The smoke
and blights
the asphopels.
its
like sunshine,
Two
faces
bowed
golden hair
swiftly
down
the dark
was long
at last
Where swung
ped
in rayless flame.
Took
smile of cheer.
And
lo! that
tear
of
Pity
whereon
it fell.
of that smile,
hope entered
109
;:
Two
at the feet of
Him who
And
seas,
more
soft
than
of
"
Welcome,
my
its ?
angels
joy to heaven
Henceforth
forgiven
In one of his
last
brow, thus
:
ception
is
Let not
all
break thy
110
Neither mourn
if
tlie
heart's desire
comes a
what
higher.
Wait
till
when
the
man
will
make
the
Maker
hatreds in the glare of
The
idea of the
Eternal Goodness, in
by almost
of our
all
own
Any God
is
who demands
worthy
the
the
worship of fear
of
love.''
un-
service
The new
life.
It
fallen
by the wayside.
the sinking.
It
It calls
the
weak and
oppressed.
denounces
manhood
or degrades
111
womanhood.
It de-
rights
of
the child
and
the despairing.
words
in the
most exalted
the kinship
that the old-
It teaches
man
to
God
in such a
way
And
as the
cry,
and joyous
so
rushes
do
that
sustaining
power
all
and
holy peace
which through
Infinite.
This thought
is
by Mr. Massey
in the
Man
hath ever trod,
There
is
no pathway
By
but ends
in
God.
Yet
in vain
the
King on His
external throne.
at heart,
and
feel so lone,
112
veil
And
Helper near:
The very weakness that is utterest need Of God, will draw Him down with strength
indeed.
of the
new
day.
spiritual,
yet
While recognizing
is filled
knowledge of
life.
He
it
cannot understand
prejudice above
why men
truth,
of every
should
place
and believes
to be the sacred
duty
the
child, to use
He
is
hails
modern
science as the
handmaid
of
is
progress.
113
Civilization's Inferno;
in
or,
studies
By
B. O. Flower.
manner
in
man and woman in America. Absorbingly interesting and at times thrilling, no one can read its pages without being made better for the perusal.
every thoughtful
Table of Contents.
ciety's Exiles.
I.
Introductory Chapter.
II.
So-
III.
Two Hours
of Darkness.
IV.
The Democracy
VI.
Pilgrimage
?
V.
Why
the Isma-
elites Multiply.
the Dregs.
VII.
of
and a Vision.
VIII.
What
the
Morrow
Handsomely Band
in Cloth
Price, Sl.OO.
Boston, Mass.
Press
Criticisms
of
Civilization's
Inferno.
It is a truthful
and graphic delineation of the condition of the people in Mr. Flower has a keen and profound sympathy with
the difficulties that the poor are laboring under, and he describes what he has seen with his own eyes in terms that chill one's blood. He does not hesitate to call things by their right names, and points out the magnitude of
the peril, showing that no palliative measures will satisfy people.
Daily
Herald, Boston.
It is a strong
appeal to the Christian civilization of the times to arise of human misery which in these modern times is
Daily Inter-Ocean.
A book which should be read and studied by all. Mr. Flower's high enthusiasm, the artistic impulse which has guided his pen, together with his intimate knowledge gained by personal investigation of the matter, make his
book most admirable.
It is
Boston Times.
atic
not only the record made of discoveries during a period of systemslumming, but it is also a philosophical view of the dangers of the conditions which he discusses. C^^V^c? Times.
The work is a masterly presentation of social conditions around us. These make a vast problem, and it is by such earnest thinkers as Mr. Flower that they will be solved. Chicago Herald.
cellar." No one can read the book without feeling that the author's diagnosis of the case is true and gives each one his own personal responsibility. Courier Journal, Louisville, Ky.
many who are now ignorant or thousands who live in the " social
This work has created a decided sensation throughout the country, and has raised considerable controversy between the author and other writers on the one hand, and society's leaders on the other. It is a fresh presentation from personal observation of the facts of poverty, destitution, squalor, and oppression that exists in every large city in the world. Burli?igio?l
ii.
Society, as
it is
Who
dares to say
now constituted, is nothinR less than a sleeping volcano. how soon the upheaval will come, or whether it can be
evaded by the adoption of prompt measures of relief? Certainly the condition of the lower social strata calls for immediate action on the part o Mr. P^lower has accomplished a great work, *hose whose safety is at stake. in settinp; forth the exact truth of the matter, without any effort at palliation.
It will
if
they are
warned
ximc^Bosion Beacon.
What general Booth has done for London and Mr. Jacobs Riis for New He is a professional man York, Mr. Flower has done for cultured Boston. Daily of letters, and tells his story with the skill and knack of his craft.
Constitution, Atlanta, Ga.
move
the
and action. Its whole lesson, sad as it is, is one and we will not detract from its comjileteness by
but we desire to
call
presenting
it
in fragments;
much
and the poor poorer. If there is any lingering belief or hope in the mind of anybody that his statement is a mere partisan bugaboo, as it has sometimes been styled, Mr. Flower's book will settle the mzXX.tr.Datly Free Press, Detroit, Mick.
He
literally
uncaps the
pit,
ii
and
if
be seen that the season is not a long The author depicts the scenes he has witnessed, and has the moral one. ptirpose the passion for a better estate which, enlivening his pages, makes
pleasures of sin for a season,"
it is
Christian
Leader, Boston.
In this book the great social problem of the day
is laid
and
practical
remedies suggested in a way that is as interesting as thoughtful. We are glad to see the fashionable extravagances and vices of the class that assumes for itself the title of " society " treated with the condemnation they deserve.
It is
the end
a work that has long been needed, and we are sure it will go far toward it looks forward to so hopefully. Nassua Literary Magazine,
A volume of
tention of
all
at-
iii.
ress.
This new work, by the author of " Civilization's Inferno,"
deals with practical methods for the reform of specific social
which are capable of vast diminution and of ultimate The writer does not bind together a mere bundle social speculations, that would seem to many to have only of He deals a remote and abstract relevance to everyday life. every one's knowledge. with facts within The Table of Contents, briefly sketched, gives perhaps the very best idea of its practical aims, both immediate and ulti_
evils,
abolition.
mate
I.
union of
II.
Is
it
Schreiner's
A Suggestive lesson V. Then Dawned a Light in the East. Society in from the history of the civilization of two thousand years ago Rome under the Csesars The hectic flush of death Intellectual training An age of artificiality Civilization in Palestine without moral culture The rise of a great, serene soul in the midst of a society permeated by cant The three great redemptive words, Faith, Hope and Love; and hypocrisy Present conditions Our duty their influence two thousand years ago The present no time for idleness or pessimism The dawn is purpling the
east.
Handsome
Press Criticisms of
11
New
Time.
all
is
tlie
those
it is
who
triumph of the
gests
spirit of fraternity
Mr. Flower is a firm believer in the ultimate and justice, and in this little book lie sug-
how this spirit may be fostered throughout the United States. There are many loving souls, he claims, in every city, town and village, who would fain spend most of their lives in aiding their fellows, and he maintains that a wondrous amount of good would be the result if only these Undoubtedly he is scattered children of light could be properly organized. We may not all right, and it would not surprise us if this idea took root. possess Mr. Flower's enthusiasm, but we must all admire the eloquence XN-ith which he pictures the " new time " for which he yearns, the time when New York Herald. all men will be brothers and justice will rule the earth.
Mr. Flower takes his stand on the side of human progress. In the book New Time," he enters a vigorous, earnest and touching plea for the
'The
human
from poverty or guilt. Without being in any respect a sermon, Mr. Flower's work has all the Indeed it has more, for the pulpit force and convincing power of the pulpit. a fact is of ten enough the vehicle of the denunci.ition of opposing sects which occasionally mars its usefulness in the eyes of every reflecting man. Mr. Flower's book touches briefly on the causes of much of human suffering and crime, and proceeds to show how a real and permanent union of Christian workers of all denominations can be achieved and what noble results will spring from such a union. Such a union as he points out has long been the dream of the humanitarian, but up to the present the jealousy of sect has prevented it from being realized. For many years, however, the Christian world has been gradually brought closer together, and the work of consolidation is still going on. The time will probably never come when all religions will be merged in each other, nor is it necessary for the cause of Christian union, as Mr. Flower
arises
understands
it,
that
it
should.
is
common
nor
is it
their doctrines.
The Parliament
gave a stronger impetus to the movement been done or anything that has
been written for a couple of centuries past, and that noble conference is bearing and has borne noble fruit. Much, nevertheless, remains to be done.
must be reached by individual persuasion. Much of do this yet remains to be written, but if the writers of it shall model themselves on the liberality, tolerance and true Christianity which characterizes Mr. Flower's work, the end in view may not be so very far off after all. Daily Item, Philadelphia, Pa.
Hundreds
of thousands
is
to
The
inspiration of a
new
social order
proportions of a contagion.
seems to have suddenly assumed the Prophets are springing up all over the land, and
seems
to be
The real import of God's love dawning upon the mind of thinkers for the first
time in social history, and reformers are just beginning to catch the inspira-
These books are by no means accordant as yet, but they are sufficiently harmonious in design to impress the student with the
tion of the Christ-life.
of heaven is about to begin on earth. Almost all on social conditions are so imbued with the altruistic spirit that altruism seems to be the " Elias " of the new era. So prominent indeed is this spirit in the above work that one almost feels that its author is the John the B.fpiist of the time about which he prophesies, and that he should at once d-Muaud baptism at his hands that is, a baptibm of his spirit. We cannot have too many such books as this at this time. It was not written for the sake of the book nor its author, but of humanity. It is a plain yet earnest and vigorous piresentation of some of our social conditions, with suggestions, not a few of which are entirely practical and full of promise. It has little of the visionary and speculative in it and proposes immediate action upon practical grounds for the purpose of the earliest possible relief and solution of our troubles. Christian Evangelist,
kingdom
modern
writers
St. Louis,
Mo.
Like whatever Mr. Flower writes, the book has to do with a practical, immediate means of helping humanity in the throes of its upward struggle. Humanity as a mass of course contains the leavening lump of spirituality which will ultimately express itself as a matter of course in the very reforms we so much desire. Equally of course do the consciously-spiritual workers assist in this process this forms one of the pleasures as well as duties of the
enlightened state.
such an influence as this Union for Practical Progress that sets emotions and movements working which need almost but a touch to overspread the sky with a blaze of glory the glory of awakened humanity. It is incalculable, the good to be accomplished by concerted plans, organized in individual places but all with one central purpose and animated by one central desire. The name of the organization is a good one too, appealing to everyone, everywhere. Practical progress is what we need, and aid toward that end cannot ii\\ of eager appreciation. The movement by its nature appeals to the higher faculties, arouses and puts them in working order and by this means anything may be accomplished. In such a cause we know of no one who does more valiant work than Mr. Flower. Convinced of its "righteousness," he will pursue it to its ultimate personally, and arouse in hostsof others both desire and determination to do likewise. and in thi-> conSuch work is of inestimable value nection everyone should realize that ever^' person is helping his fellow if ha but live on the highest plane of which he is conscious, also striving constantly to get still higher by helping to raise others. Boston Ideas, IJoston, Mass.
is just
And it
The Philosopher, Seneca and Epictetus. The Warrior Maid, Joan of Arc. III. The The Actor, Edwin IV. Statesman, Henry Clay. Booth, Joseph Jefferson. V. The Poet, John Howard
'
Payne, William Cullen Bryant, Edgar Allan Poe, Alice Gary, Phoebe Gary, J. G. Whittier, VI. The Scientist, Alfred Russel Wallace. VII. The Many-Sided Genius, Victor Hugo.
PRESS COMMENTS.
A
A
highly interesting and instructive work.
readable and helpful book.
ford, Cojin.
Mr. Flower
radical,
compact writer.
is
Many who
tenderness.
fair
It is written with exquisite taste and a delightful book to read. The author has ^ought a It effloresces with a literary aroma. fifcld in which to find mental rumination. His effort is an idyl of li'e's faire t forms and figures He is a young, brilliant writer. The book sparkles with liteary jewels. Christian Leader, Cincinnati, O.
This
and favored
admirable collection of brief biographical sketches, each teaching by or illustration the prominent characteristic of the lite under consideration Among those selected we note Joan of Arc, Henry Clay, Joe Jefferson, Bryant, Poe, Whittier, A. R. Wallace, and Victor Hugo The sketches are brightly written and the salient points in each life well brought out. Many of the best poems of the poets named are given. 'J he Utates,
An
some anecdote
New
Orleans, La.
B. O. Flower, editor of The Arena, has given to biographical literature one of the most charming books it has ever been our good fortune to read. The book in question is entitled " Lessons Learned from Other It is written in a delightfully easy style, and many of the lives are Lives." of personal friends of the author. Hvery Saturday, Elgin, 111.
of Boston, has recently issued an atvolume entitled " Lessons Learned from Other Lives." Mr. B. O. Flower, the well-known editor of The Arena, has given us under this name a number of biiet historiettes illustrative of different phases of characitr. Mr. Flowtr modestly dedicates his work more especially to the young; but the admirable style, the terseness, and keen analysis of the e ch. racter Biography should sketches will recommend them to all classes of readers. be especially interesting, but not every one has the ability to render it so. Mr Flower has this happy faculty to an unnsual extent. His essays are equal to his editorials, and more cannot be said. Rocky i.>Iountain Daily News, Detiver, Col.
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