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for me. in my
son so effectual as that of silent forbear- iam is coming to-morrow evening, and
But only the most elevated souls you must see him.” are equal to such a course as this. · I should be very happy to see your Howard left me to my evils, but it was brother, or friend, whichever Martin evident that his whole life was a prayer William may be,” said She
I begged him to accompany me stopped me with a merry laugh, "My
expedition to Canada line. He brother!” said she, and she clapped her consented. Our journey by ordinary little white hands in most gleeful style. conveyance to the north of Vermont was “ He is my husband, sir.” Here was a sufficiently monotonous, and common dénouement with a vengeance! I had not place. But when we arrived at a little been formally introduced to her, She lookvillage some twenty miles from “the ed younger than her sisters, and they all line," and were informed that the stage called her Caroline. I could have bit would not go over the mountain till the my tongue off with a relish. How I next week, there was some little pros ever got out of that scrape, and found pect of adventure. We were just ten myself mounted on a ragged thistle-eating minutes too late for this week's stage. French horse, with his mane, tail and The village where we stopped was on ears most unmercifully cropped by some an elevated plain, situated between the brutal Canadian, his legs like posts, and Green Mountains where they form a sort his gait like the slow motion of a fulling of double range. It boasted a meeting. mill, I cannot tell. One thing I know, house, a town-house, and a doctor, be- at an early hour next morning all this sides some very pretty girls. A week had happened to me. Howard was enwas sufficient to make me acquainted raptured with the scenery; I could not with all these, and at the end of it I conceive how anything could look found myself desperately in love with pleasant to anybody. Even the glow. one of the girls. I had no wish to hunting flush of 'acres of pink ayalia, looked smugglers. It seemed to me a very vulgar bloody to me, and the pure white blosbusiness. Howard endeavored, unwise soms of the same shrub seemed to mock ly enough, to bring me to my senses, and me; my spirit was not white, why to make me think once more of the ex. should the flowers be. I hated the ayapedition I had entered upon with so much lia. When a man hates flowers and enthusiasm. But a tallow candle that children, he may as well love tobacco. has melted from the wick, and run down The fiends have a mortgage of him, into the pan of the candlestick, is as ca and ten to one they will foreclose, and pable of enlightening the good people take possession. Slowly and moodily who sit in darkness, as I was of any we toiled up the mountain, without seeuseful, or energetic exertion. I was melt- ing any person till late in the afternoon. ed down at the feet of my mountain en: We were now weary and hungry, and chantress. I forgot the world without began to look for some signs of humanme, I even almost forgot to take tobacco. ity, with a very hungry interest. At Howard waited a most unreasonable last we met a boy, and inquired for a time' for some sort of dénouement, and tavern. The little fellow hesitated, as finally told me that he had made up his though there really were no such place mind to leave the next morning. I had no within the bounds of his knowledge, intention of going with him. I should and then said, “Right down in the holas soon have thought of " carrying my. lur there is Mr. Poorzes, where they self in a basket” as doing any such kind o entertains folks. thing.
We rode on and soon found ourBut happily I did not tell him so; 1 selves before a log house. An ugly felwished to see what an agony my dic low, with a fox-skin cap that looked as vine Caroline would be thrown into by though it grew into the shape which it the announcement of our departure. So had taken by the aid of some rude manI made my way with Howard to the ufacturer, a wolf-skin coat, and a perparlor, and announced our intentions. son that corresponded exceedingly well The fair girl was netting very busily, with its outward adornings, took our and I looked to see her faint, or at least horses. We entered the public room of turn very pale; and drop her work, but the inn. It had a bar—this was indisshe did neither. She looked up with pensable; several men and dogs lay the most earnest manner, and exclaimed, about on chairs, benches and the floor. “you must not go to-morrow, for Will. The prospect for the night looked any
Nothing is farther from our intention ten in privacy and confidence, and of than to enter into a formal review, either such a nature, that those who wrote of the matter or the style of the work, them, and those to whom they were adthe title of which is subjoined below. dressed, never can be supposed, under As far as the compiler and his produc- any circumstances, to have consented to tion are concerned, our opinion may be their publication, had they been consulted
Of the morality of the transactions in such circumstances, or to misplace a foldwhich the publication of this collection ing, or even to cast a glance at the inteof letters had its origin, we will not per- rior, was morally wrong and dishonor. mit ourselves to entertain any, even the able: to publish their contents to the least, discussion. The very idea of an ar. world, was a most heinous offence. To gumentative parley in this matter is de- do all this with a deliberate design, as it grading and injurious to the moral sense. appears to us, to accomplish a revengeful No sophistry employed by the writer or purpose, by lacerating the feelings of compiler, in defence of his course, ought those whose confidential epistolary interto have the least weight, in his justifica- course is thus laid bare to the public gaze, tion, with any sound mind. It is of no was the act of an unprincipled man. consequence whether the box containing Private correspondence, unless under these letters was put into his hands by very peculiar circumstances to which we one who had the legal charge of the shall advert, is sacred. The term is well Custom House, or not. It is of no conse- chosen, and admirably adapted to express quence whether he opened them alone, that religious regard to faith, or confior in the presence of some third person or dence, of man in man—that feeling of persons. It matters not by whose conni- true honor, which, next to religion itself, vance the deed was done. It is of no im- is most conservative of all social and poportance who possessed the legal or dele- litical virtues. We hazard the proposition, gated ownership of the chest, the papers, in which, we think, every sound conthe inclosures, or the apartment in which science will agree with us, that when this correspondence was deposited. It Mackenzie thus purloined the private is enough, for any sound and honora- thoughts of others against their will
, and ble mind, that they were letters writ- gave them to the public, he committed a
Life and Times of Martin Van Buren: the Correspondence of his Friends, Family and Pupils ; together with brief notices, sketches, anecdotes, &c., &c. By William L. Mackenzie. Boston: Cooke & Co.
greater crime than if he had picked the conscience, obtuse as it must be, is not lock of Mr. Hoyt's private drawer, for the satisfied, unless he can bring his own of. purpose of stealing his cash. In the one fence, seemingly at least, under these or case, little confidence is reposed, and, similar exceptions. He appears to labor therefore, little is violated—it is mainly hard to show that he has been actuated a breach of the peace; the other involves by a great desire to promote the public that higher criminality, a breach of trust. good. He even claims to be a champion All crime may be said, to some extent, to of truth and fair-dealing: He blaspheinvolve this peculiar species of guilt, but mously quotes Scripture in proof of the especially is this the case with injuries to righteousness of “ exposing hidden wickthat kind of property, or, rather, propriety, edness,”—“when rulers rule ill, and the (to use an obsolete yet most expressive people love to have it so.”
“ Truth” — form of the word,) whose great security indignantly exclaims this most honorable is in this sacred confidence, or feeling of and conscientious man—“ Truth is ophonor, among mankind.
posed, and there is not any that pleads The question may arise-Can there for it-not any that has the conscience and possibly be circumstances under which courage to appear in defence of an honest this may be rightly, and, if rightly, hon- cause, and confront a prosperous fraud orably done? Even when thus stated, and wrong.”. How little trust this man a truly upright and conscientious person has in himself, or in the correctness of his would not answer rashly in the affirma. own reasoning, appears from the fact tive. The negative position is surely that, after all his appeals to perverted safe, until the other is most indubitably passages of Scripture, and to the purity shown to be right. If it be said thai great of his
motives, he rests finally on a miser. good may come from disclosures thus able argumentum ad hominem, thereby procured, or that great evils may be pre- making this most suspicious of all posivented by them, still the question returns- tions his stronghold, and, in fact, the Can there be a greater good to society only defence in which he has, or can than the cultivation of this sacred feeling have, any real confidence. Some of those of confidence, even when carried 10 what whose confidential letters he is thus basemay seem extreme bounds; and can there ly giving to the public, had expressed be a greater evil than that universal sen- themselves lightly in regard to the sacredtiment of suspicion and mistrust, which ness of the private correspondence of must be the result of hazarding, without others, and this our martyr to truth and great caution, exceptions to so conserva. fair-dealing regards as his conclusive jus. tive and religious a principle? Let us tification, with all conscientious men, for admit, however, that there might be two the same disgraceful offence, avowed and most extreme cases in which the rule carried out on a scale of far greater would bear to be relaxed : namely, when magnitude. the object is to discover and prevent a These pleas, however, do not avail in suspected and atrocious conspiracy for the present case. Let those whose corthe injury of a fellow.citizen, or to de- respondence is thus disclosed be regarded, feat a plot of treason against the State. if you please, as most corrupt men. AdThese cases, however, have a peculiar mit that they are selfish, unpatriotic, gov. feature, which would seem to justify the erned by a base ambition, that seeks to exception. The atrociousness, secrecy, obtain its ends by ignoble means; still and treachery of such conspiracies may they cannot be charged with a conspiracy be said to negative the very idea of conti- to commit atrocious crimes against individ. dence. So also in case of war, no trust uals, or treason, in any ordinary sense is reposed or promised, either expressly of the term, against the State. To justify or by implication. There is, on all sides, on the ground of suspected evils of a less a mutual consciousness of this, and there. degree, or because the revealer allows fore that same injury is not done to the himself to fancy that the disclosures moral sense; there is not that universal, would justly render them unworthy of fear-inspiring feeling of distrust, the ten- the public confidence, and, therefore, dency of which is to dissolve society to place them in a condition of less power its very elements, and to produce a social for mischief, would be so to relax a most condition, the very opposite of that in salutary rule of morals, as to render it which consists the true life of the State. entirely nugatory. It would be, in fact,
From a glance at Mackenzie's intro- the complete adoption of the maxim, to duction, we should judge that his own “do evil, that good may come;"—besides,
leaving it to every individual to apply not disgust at their sickening contents, of this dangerous principle according to his itself, interfere to prevent a continued peown private judgment of utility, free from rusal. Our knowledge of them is mosily any control of an established rule of social derived from what has been forced upon morality arising from the steady exercise our notice in the public prints. We shall of a sound public conscience.
make no extracts, nor exercise any inWe do not believe, however, that Mr, strumentality in giving them a wider Mackenzie had any such motives. From publication than they already possess. his own account of himself and his con That the actual facts, however, which nection with the men whom he seeks to have been so thrust before the public eye, injure, he appears, to us, governed by relating to the real character of political some of the lowest considerations that men and measures, may be hereafter can influence a human being. Revenge properly adverted to, as historical data, is for real or fancied injuries evidently undoubtedly true enough; just as the prompted him to a course which he facts which transpire in a case of slander, never would have taken, had those who where the greater the truth the greater once had his utmost confidence, continued is the libel,” may be treated afterwards as to gratify his avarice or bis ambition. matters of general credit
. The public are These disclosures will, doubtless, be pro. not called upon to forget knowledge, ductive of essential service to the commu however obtained ; nor will they refuse nity, if it can overbalance the injury to its to form their opinion of conduct and moral sense, which might arise from a character on such evidence. The authengeneral approval of the manner in which ticity of the letters is, we believe, conce. they were obtained; but might not their ded. The book bids fair to become at benefits and their injuries alike have re some time a political classic, if it can out. mained unknown, had our martyr for live the odor of its baptism. This it will truth been allowed to continue his official probably do on account of the still strongconnection with those at whose corrup er qualities of its contents. Like Stacktion he manifests such a pious horror ? house's Body of Divinity, or Paley's Mor
The book has been laid on our table, al Philosophy, it is a text and commentary, and we have endeavored to discharge and seems to contain a very full code of our duty towards it as faithful reviewers. the ethics of the party. We shall deal at The justifying introduction we have care- present with only that general odor which fully examined, and the above is the only it sends forth, of-POLITICAL CORRUP. opinion we can form of its merits. The TION, conclusion and some parts of the connect With regard to the principal characters ing statements contain valuable political who figure in this correspondence, we information, in the main correct, and al- believe that most intelligent men had just though previously known to intelligent about the same opinion before the publimen, yet so arranged and presented as to cation of these letters, as they have enterset the turpitude of the principal actors in tained since. The correspondence is prob. the most striking light. With these parts ably just such a one as would have been of the book we find no fault, whatever expected from just such characters. It may have been the author's motives. reveals, as far as we can learn, no enorThey are fair matters of history, and for mous crimes, no very wicked conspiracies such a compilation, the author, if he could aimed directly against the State, or any wipe out the stigma which attaches to him secret malignant plottings against the from other parts, would be entitled to lives and property of individuals. It does great credit, both on the score of utility, not rise to the diabolical dignity of a Catand for the evident ability with which it aline, a Guy Fawkes, or of the plotters is made.
and inventors of infernal machines in the Of the letters themselves, we cannot French revolution. It is something meansay that we have read them, or intend to er and more groveling, if not more wickread them. We can only confess to a ed, than all this. It reveals no direct mere glance. Even in this there was a blows aimed designedly at the welfare of misgiving that it could hardly be recon- the State; but any one may see, without ciled with honor or correct principles, going into its nauseous details, that it and that even our position and duty as does exhibit a gross and all-controlling public reviewers of already public matter, selfishness, an utter recklessness of the could scarcely justify the proceeding, did public good in comparison with the at
Socrates fell, at one time, unheeded have fainted. I reeled into my chair, amongst the giddy Athenians. But his and buried my face in my hands. In a name and his precepts are graven on the moment I felt Emma's soft, little hand hearts of the wise and good of this late laid on mine. day. A cross and a crown of thorns “ Are you sick, Mr. Weymouth ?" were the allotment of Him of Nazareth, I answered truly, that I was ill. I but His truth and love have steadily immediately dismissed school, and betook wrought in men's hearts, till they say, myself to the solitude of my room.
I “ Behold our God.”
walked about in a tumult of thought; I I had two beautiful sisters in my felt that little hand on mine ; I saw those school. One of them was eight, the pleading eyes all night. I began truly to other ten years of age. Emma, the love, and truly to worship. youngest, evidently loved me very dear The next day Emma was not at school. ly. Ellen, the eldest, made sport of me, The second day I missed Ellen also. 1 but in such a way that I could not could have spared her very well, but that avenge myself. Emma was a fairy-like she could be a link between me and Emcreature; she seemed to float around ma. I wanted to see her, to inquire for me like a white cloud in a blue sum Emma. Those two days were very mer's sky. Her golden hair fell in wa weary days to me. The hours dragged vy curls like a shower of sunshine all their slow length along. It seemed to over her shoulders; her eyes were deep, me, in the morning, that it would never clear and blue as heaven; her cheeks be noon; and at noon, that it would were like a rose, and her lips like a never be night. I struck no blow. If I rose-bud; her forehead was high, and thought of the ferule, I felt that little white as pearl; she had the prettiest hand clasping mine so softly, so implorfoot in the world, and the poetry of mo- ingly, that I could do no deed of violence. tion in all her movements. She seemed The second day I inquired for Emma. always to be looking at me, and yet she She was ill. She had Scarlatina, and it always had her lessons. I could not was rife and malignant in the town. I put her in a class, for no one learned had never had the disorder, but I hurried half as quickly as she; and so she came to the bedside of the child. Selfishness and stood by me and repeated her les- and hate seemed forever banished from sons, and looked into my evil face with my heart, the moment that I heard of that her soft, dove-like eyes, and put her lit- angel child's illness. She was my minister, tle hand in mine. That hand ! shall I and my church was the heart. She lay ever forget it? It looked lucid, and white burning up with fever, amid the white like crystal to me. I came unconsciously drapery of her bed. She raised her lanto love Emma, and my love made me bei. guid eyes to mine, and a gleam of light ter before I knew it. I became sensible that came into them. How precious was the I loved Emma, because she brought the thought that I was precious to her. Sufholiest influence of my life continually fering as she was, her spirit shone as to my mind.
through a transparent medium. With One day I observed Emma and Ellen what intensity of prayer and pain I watchvery busy with a slate. They kept up a ed her. I was an Atheist till I breathed constant succession of glances at me. the prayer from the deepest depth of my Ellen was something of an artist, partic. beingularly in the line of caricature. jectured that she was trying her skill
'God, do not let my loved one die !" upon a drawing of me. I waited till the I had no thought, or wish, or prayer, but work seemed finished, and then crossed was centered in the child. She could over to the culprits, for I allowed no such not die. I verily believe that I took hold recreations in my school. I found upon on her spirit with a grasp of steel. Day the slate a drawing of myself, executed and night I watched her, and for a week with cruel fidelity. “Corrections,” “pun- 1 never closed my eyes in sleep. She ishment,” vengeance, really was my first had but one wish, and I alone dared thought. But before the wicked thought yield to it. She prayed for water, even formed its body in deed, the deep, clear, as I asked for her life. I bathed her hot pleading eye of Emma was raised to mine. flesh during every hour. I gave her
“Punish me, dear Mr. Weymouth; she drink, fresh and sparkling from the live made it for me.”
ing spring This was too much. I thought I should In a week she was saved. Oh, what