Of full performance, honour that,
As won, which aye love worketh at !
It is but as the pedigree
Of perfectness which is to be
That mortal good can honour claim ;
Yet honour here to scant were shame
And robbery ; for it is the mould
Wherein to beauty runs the gold
Of good intention, and the stay
That leads aloft the ivy stray
Of human sensibilities.

Such honour, with a conduct wise
In common things, as, not to steep
The lofty mind of love in sleep
Of overmuch familiarness;
Not to degrade its kind caress
As those do that can feel no more,
So give themselves to pleasures o'er;
Not to let morning-sloth destroy
The evening-flower, domestic joy ;
Not by uxoriousness to chill
The frank devotion of her will
Who can but half her love confer
On him that cares for nought but her:
These, and like obvious prudencies
Observed, he's safest that relies,
For the hope she will not always seem,
Caught, but a laurel or a stream,
On time; on her unsearchable
Love-wisdom; on their work done well,
Discreet with mutual aid ; on might
Of shared affliction and delight;
On much whereof hearts keep account,
Though heads forget ; on babes, chief fount
Of union, and for which babes are
No less than this for them, nay far
More, for the bond of man and wife
To the very verge of future life
Strengthens, and yearns for brighter day,
While others, with their use, decay,
And, though love-nuptial purpose keeps
Of offspring, as the centre sleeps
Within the wheel, transinitting thence
Fury to the circumference,
Love's self the noblest offspring is
And sanction of the nuptial kiss;
Lastly, on either's primal curse,
Which help and sympathy reverse
To blessings.

God, who may be well
Jealous of His chief miracle,
Bids sleep the meddling soul of man,
Through the long process of this plan,

Whereby, from his unweeting side,
The wife's created, and the bride,
That chance one of her strange, sweet sex,
He to his glad life did annex,
Grows, more and more, by day and night,

The one in the whole world opposite
Of him, and in her nature all
So suited and reciprocal
To his especial form of sense,
Affection and intelligence,
That, whereas, in its earlier day,
The least flaw threaten'd love's decay,
No crime could now, on either's part,
Do more than make the other start,
And, full of pity, say, “ It is
“I, somehow I, who have done this ;”.
And, whereas love at first had strange
Relapses into taste for change,
It now finds (wondrous this, but true !)
The long-accustom’d only new,
And the untried common; and, whereas
An equal seeming danger was
Of likeness lacking joy and force,
Or difference reaching to divorce,
Now can the finished lover see
Marvel of me most far from me,
Whom, without pride, he may admire,
Without Narcissus' doom, desire,
Serve without selfishness, and love
“ Even as himself,” in sense above
Niggard “as much, yea, as she is
The only part of him that's his.

I do not say Love's youth returns ;
Love's youth which so divinely yearns !
But just esteem of present good
Shows all regret such gratitude
As if the sparrow in her nest,
Her woolly young beneath her breast,
Should these despise, and sorrow for
Her five blue eggs that are no more.
Nor say, the fruit has quite the scope
Of the flower's spiritual hope.
Love's best is service, and of this
Howe'er devout, use dulls the bliss.
Though love is all of earth that's dear,
Its home, my children, is not here.
The pathos of eternity
Does in its fullest pleasure sigh.

Be grateful and most glad thereof.
Parting, as 'tis, is pain enough.
If love, by joy, has learn’d to give
Praise with the nature sensitive,
At last, to God, we then possess
The end of mortal happiness,

And henceforth very well may wait
The unbarring of the golden gate
Wherethrough, already, faith can see
That apter to each wish than we
Is God, and curious to bless
Better than we devise or guess;
Not without condescending craft
To disappoint with joy, and waft
Our vessels frail, when worst He mocks
The sight with breakers and with rocks,
To happiest havens. You have heard
Your bond death-sentenced by His Word.
What if, in heaven, the name be o'er,
Because the thing is so much more ?
All are, 'tis writ, as angels there ;
Nor male nor female. Each a stair
In the hierarchical ascent
Of active and recipient
Affections ; what if all are both
By turn, as they themselves betroth
To adoring what is next above,
Or serving what's below their love ?

Of this we are certified, that we
Are shaped here for eternity,
So that a careless word will make
Its dint upon the form we take
For ever. If, then, years have wrought
Two strangers to become, in thought,
Will, and affection, but one man
For likeness, as none others can
Without like process, shall this tree,
The king of all the forest, be,
Alas, the only one of all
That shall not lie where it doth fall ?
Shall this most quenchless flame, here nurst
By everything, yea, when revers’d,
Blazing, like torch, the brighter, wink,
Flicker, and into nothing shrink,
When all else burns baleful or brave
In the keen air beyond the grave,
The air love gasps for, sickening here
Out of its native atmosphere?

It cannot be! The Scriptures tell Only what's inexpressible, And, 'gainst each word, to make it right, Themselves propound the opposite. Beware ; for fiends in triumph laugh O'er him who learns the truth by half ! Beware ; for God will not endure For men to make their hope more pure Than His good promise, or require Another than the five-string'd lyre Which He has vow'd again to the hands Of whomsoever understands

To tune it justly here! Beware
The Powers and Princedoms of the Air,
Which make of none effect man's hope,
Bepraising heaven's etherial cope,
But covering with their cloudy cant
Its counterpoising adamant,
Which strengthens ether for the flight
Of angels, makes and measures height,
And in materiality
Exceeds our Earth's in like degree
As all else Earth exceeds. Do I
Here utter aught that's dark or high ?
Have you not seen a bird's beak slay
Proud Psyche, on a summer's day?
Down fluttering drop the frail wings four,
Wanting the weight that made them soar !
Spirit is heavy Nature's wing,
And is not rightly anything
Without its burthen, whereas this,
Wingless, at least a maggot is,
And, wing’d, is honour and delight
Increasing endlessly with height.



SECOND ARTICLE I HAVE said that there were hopeful ing among the foremost establishments in elements in Imperial France. Far more, their respective trades. There are the no doubt, than any that I had a chance of patriarchs of French associative labour, seeing at work. But of the reality of three the "jewellers in gilt,” doing their quiet I had the means of convincing myself, business of about 8,0001. a year, who the Associations Ouvrières, or manu- date already since 1834. There is the facturing and trading associations of great association of masons, numbering working men — young French Protes- its hundred members, with a number tantism-Liberal Roman Catholicism. of smaller associations in the building

Whilst with us the cooperative prin- trades following in its wake; it has ciple among the working classes has suffered during the past year through been mainly applied to consumption, or some ill-judged undertakings, but is has used consumption as the leverage seeking now how best to avail itself for production, it has, on the contrary, of the lessons of the past. There are started in France from production itself. the arm-chair makers and the joiners I had visited Paris in 1849, when the of the Cour St. Joseph, who have “Working Associations” were num- weathered all the tricks of their manabered by the hundred. I had seen gers, and have never lost their reputaseveral of them, some of which are tion for good work. There are the defunct, whilst others still subsist. The chair-turners of the Rue Popincourt, total number of them is now reduced to with their vast workshops, abundant twenty-seven-almost all, indeed, rank- stock, and admirably solid wares. There

are the file-makers, busy at work as ever on the patent which they have secured for themselves. There are the saddletree-makers of the Rue Pétrelle, one of the bodies in which employers and workers amicably coalesced. There are the jewellers—a different set from those above mentioned-brush-makers, lantern-makers, lamp-makers, a truly heroic band ; umbrella and cane-makers, spectacle-makers, who unfortunately are said to be invaded by the mammonite spirit, and to be fast verging into a mere partnership. There are the tailors of the Rue Coq-Héron, a body, the existence of which was new to me, though dating, I believe, more than ten years back; at first such determined Proudhonists, that they endeavoured to do without capital or profit, charging cost-price to their customers, till a few failures to pay among the latter compelled them to be less absolute in their commercial principles; a somewhat singular set, who have kept studiously aloof from their associated brethren, but have, nevertheless, clung tenaciously together during the many years of imperial rule.

To my great disappointment, I had leisure to see but a few of those even which I have named, though I might have had access to all of them had time allowed. Let me say at once, that for those who have no clue to them, they are not easy to find out. Few have been able to retain the outward name of “association;' most of them only bear towards the public the style of ordinary or commandite partnerships. Only those who are aware of the facts will know to look for the associated masons under the firm of “ Bouyer, Cohadon et Cie.," or for the jewellers in gilt, under that of “Dreville, Thibout et Cie.” Whilst if any visitor, unprovided with a trustworthy introduction, should attempt to make inquiry into these bodies, he has but himself and the Imperial régime to thank, if he finds himself received with coldness and distrust. For the very existence of these associations is, so to speak, a standing miracle. In the days of the first brutalities of the Imperialist

reaction, there was scarcely one but had its manager thrown into prison, or obliged to take to flight for fear of arrest. Thanks, it is believed, to the interference of the supreme ruler himself, the period of active persecution has indeed passed away—but under what conditions ! So long as the several associations keep to themselves as towards the public, hold little or ng intercourse with others, make no show of their existence, make no effort to propagate their principles, or to educate their members, they are left unmolested, at least by the supreme government itself. But it is only within the last few months, that one of them which had, for a wonder, retained outside its premises the title of “Association fraternelle des ...," was compelled by a new commissary of police, with much ill-language, to erase the obnoxious profession of brotherhood. All must be prepared, at any time, to receive the prying visits of this personage, on some such pretext as that of asking whether they have lately sent away any workmen. (This happened to one of them within a fortnight of my seeing it.) Although the emperor, personally, may not be unfriendly to them, they know well that, under the arbitrary Imperial régime, they are at the mercy of any hasty, spiteful, or over-zealous official; that their managers may be arrested and placed au secret, i. e., cut off from all communications, their books of business seized and carried off, long before any complaint could reach the fountain-head of power. And although, by the peculiar strength of their constitution and principles, they have, in many instances, been able to weather such a blow when it has fallen upon them, the dread of seeing the like recur acts with a paralysing force.

The check placed upon the intellectual development of the people is not less cruel. Complaints are rife on all sides of the ignorance of the working men ; they themselves acknowledge it, bewail it. The workshops of the associations would seem to afford the very areas on which to supply the required

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