And what is worst of all to bear, to bear and not complain, Yes, in this day of darkness-yea! even now I see A vision fair of future days—comes it, O Lord, from thee? As from a summit I look down, through the vista of the years, now, I see the laborer bend between the handles of his plough. Where now the primal forest spreads, sweeping o'er plain and hill, A thousand villages I see, lying serene and still. Where now some scattered ears of corn the earth reluctant yields, Rich harvests bend before the breeze along a thousand fields. Oh feeble ones about my feet, take courage in your woe, All this is plain, but still remains a darker mystery, A question yet unanswered, a sight I may not see; So speaks to me the voice of that old time, And who were hewn from out that Pilgrim rock, It says, "Take up the Pilgrim staff and sword, Bearing indifference, contempt, or wrath, The faithful ones to-day must all be brave, That Light and Freedom through the world are sent, Let us, remembering the Pilgrims, say That we will seek for Light as they have sought, The land's best glory and security; VOL. XXXIV. 3D. S. VOL. XVI. NO. II. 22 J. F. C. THE BIBLE IN SPAIN.* "THE Bible in Spain" is unfortunate in two respects. Its name and idea, a missionary tour for the circulation of the Scriptures, would give many readers a wholly unjust idea of the book, and even deter them from looking beneath the covers. Again, the form in which it presents itself as one of those cheap serials, which appear like ephemera and vanish as soon, would beget an equally unfounded contempt in another class, and make them presume that nothing could possess permanent value in this perishable and unclassical shape. And yet, in no respect, does the Bible in Spain belong to either of these kinds of literature. Having real merit and universal interest, being wholly popular in its style, and yet exceedingly curious in its information, crowded with anecdote and adventure, dialogue and incident, throwing a flood of light over Spain from a wholly new point of view, carrying us into the huts of the miserable peasants, giving us the gipsey-talk by the way-side, laying open the inner heart of the land, leading into the reality or prospect of danger every step of the way-although thousands and tens of thousands have been sold already; it has not yet taken its true place in general esteem. We have passed over the peninsula with many travellers, sometimes with great pleasure; but never so agreeably or profitably before: never with one who made us so familiar with national character, or gave us such a homebred feeling for the people at large. Others have described the cities and works of art of this famous old land; many others have acquainted us sufficiently with the life of a single class in the cities still, a large field remained unoccupied which Mr. Borrow has tilled with great patience and sucNo one has ever trodden that ill-fated soil under more manifest advantages. To say nothing of his unwearied perseverance, his heroic daring, his calmness in peril, his presence of mind in disaster, and his love of adventure- several languages, the keys to the people's heart, were at his command. The Gipsey tongue he seems to have understood better cess. * The Bible in Spain; or the Journeys, Adventures, and Imprisonments of an Englishman, in an attempt to circulate the Scriptures in the Peninsula. By GEORGE BORROW, author of the Gipsies in Spain. Philadel. John M. Campbell. 1843. than the Gipsies themselves; and hardly any other language came across his path, from the Spanish to the Russian, which did not appear to bow to him like a supple servant. All kinds of life seem to have been the same to him: whether lying at night in the open air, guarded from the rain only by an old horse-blanket, or falling asleep in the manger to the music of the feeding cattle, or crowded up in the filth of a village posada, or surrounded with all the horrors of the Madrid prison. The five years he spent in Spain were nearly all years of suffering and peril. Besides the usual danger of robbers and highwaymen, there was the desperate malice of the clergy, in a land where the Inquisition once showed its iron handed despotism to be complete; and the probability that if either of the contending parties laid hands upon him, while inflamed by either success or disappointment, his life would pay the penalty. When we admire this voluntary martyrship, beautiful as it is in heroism and self-surrender, in manful courage and religious dependence, we must remember there is in us a roving, adventurous spirit, which luxuriates in this very thing, especially when death is not over likely to encounter the knighterrant, and the teeth of persecution have fallen out with extreme age. Mr. Borrow had evidently something of this spirit, as he shows by the strange choice he continually made of companions and guides the gipsey and the smuggler, the ruffian, the outcast and the thief seeming to be especial favorites and sworn brothers. He himself says, that "in the day-dreams of his boyhood Spain always bore a considerable share; which interest led him to acquire her noble language, without any presentiment he should be called to take a part in her strange dramas ; and the most happy years of his existence were those he passed there." His simple journal speaks a very open heart; its enthusiasm is quite catching; and then there is a touching melancholy in the revelation of a proud nation's degradation and irreligion; though at times he leaves us in the dark as to his meaning, and by retailing word for word long conversations, which could not have been penned at the time, he puts in question his strict veracity, and appears to aim after dramatical effect. His perils and sufferings, however, we cannot think exaggerated; indeed, they are mentioned as if hardly worth mentioning, as if there was some spice in this variety, some pleasure in looking back upon an experience so rich in romance. We |