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man's sketches and tales are wish him all success he cerequal to any thing of the kind tainly deserves it if perseverin our literature.

ance be a virtue.

It will be a handsome MagNew Haven Christian Spec- azine, containing 80 or 90 tator.--The February number pages octavo, making 2 vols., of this excellent periodical is five hundred pages each a year. as rich as usual. It is one of Subscription price, five dollars. the best religious periodicals In considering the many atin the country.

We notice, tempts and failures of works however, in the publisher's ad- devoted to general literature, vertisement one mistake. He in all parts of the U. States, says that “the Christian Spec- but especially in the West, it tator actually contains, by es- has sometimes occurred to us timate of the size and number to ask, whether they might of pages, at least ninety or one not have come too soon. Our hundred pages more of printed people, perhaps, have as yet matter than any other Religi- no literature because they ous Quarterly, for three doll have nothing to say. They ars a year.” This may be true are busy living, doing, growwith one exception.

The age of reflection Western Messenger is of the and imaginative reproduction same size, and is published at has not yet arrived. The prethree dollars a year.

sent moment is all romancetains 864 pages, while the why trouble the past ? Why Spectator contains only 768. explore the future? All great The Western Messenger has works ripen best in silence. also about a quarter of its con- The seed swells and bursts tents in smaller type than the under ground, in darkness. Spectator, thus making a lar- A great nation is in the germ ger amount of composition, here. It is thursting down and containing actually 96 its roots into very solid soil, pages more in the year. So it is piercing the sod with its if the Spectator is a cheap cleft head, it will soon be in work, ours is cheaper.

the air and light of day.

When we get a national charThe Hesperian.To be ed- acter, then we shall have a ited by W. D. Gallagher, and national literature. If we are Otway Curry.

roses, we shall blow in time. We see our indefatigable In the meantime if any man friend Gallagher, intends issu- has any thing to say or sing, ing the first No. of a publica- let him say it; but let us not tion with the above title, in feel sad because the fruit tree Columbus, Ohio, the first day is not covered with blossoms of the present month.

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We are glad to see that our thing is written and printed, friend Gallagher does not fall does it follow that it must be into the melancholy habit good, and that a grateful counwhich besets certain eastern try should rise up to embrace writers, of lamenting that na. its author ? tive genius is neglected, that Not thus coniplains W. D. modest worth, poetic fire, &c. Gallagher-or if he ever does is overlooked. They spin out it, very rarely. With great some lack-a-daisical verses, spirit and taste, he writes and and because they are not read publishes his pretty poems and they fancy the world is going talented articles, and finds reto wreck. Theirs are the At- ward enough in the pleasure lantean shoulders which sup- which his own thoughts afford port the sky of song. A na- him. So let him continue to tional literature would come do. And may increasing crashing down to nothing, did numbers of readers accomnot they-true patriots-keep pany him, (and the number is it up, by their monthlies and not small now,) till the great quarterlies, their sonnets and West, having felled its forests, madrigals. But did it ever oc- dug its canals, built its cities, cur to these wailers over ne- laid its rail-roads, and changed glected merit, that the reason a wilderness into a garden, can why they are neglected may find time to sit down quietly be that what they write is not and enjoy literature, philosoworth reading? Because the phy, and poetry.

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The history of christendom is in strange discord with the spirit of christianity. Bloody crusaders with deadly weapons in their hands, have thronged around the tomb of the Prince of Peace; differing disciples have endeavored to enforce their peculiar opinions by the spear and the bayonet; and christian nations have drenched many a battle field with the blood of each other. Great truths, like seed scattered upon the earth, are sometimes buried for


No one can doubt that Christ offered to men the grand principle of peace ; it lay wrapped up in his idea of the brotherhood of man, and it was inculcated when he taught that men should love their neighbor as themselves. He preached peace by the parable of the good Samaritan, by the injunction not to render evil for evil; indeed the whole life of the Saviour was a moving persuasive to peace; and even now, though more than eighteen centuries have passed away, furnishing opportuities for the mind to receive the teachings of the Saviour, only a few individuals have grasped the idea of peace, and caught glimpses of the blessings with which it is fraught; and of these few not near all have faith enough to believe that the blessings which appear so rich in vision, will ever be realized. Many excellent men think with the elder President Adams, that “ war is as inevitable as earthquakes, famines, and pestilence. At all events we will hope that this opinion is not sound.

We speak with more than usual interest upon this subject, because we have recently had some slight experience of the evils of war.

A bloody tragedy has been acted near us, and for several weeks our citizens have been thrown into an unhealthy excitement; ordinary business was neglected, and the

air was full of the rumors of massacres and of war: the spirits of many were inflamed-angry feelings and violent passions were roused, and men who had for years dwelt together in amity, regarded each other with hard suspicion. But these are merely beginnings of the evils of war. If mankind were not rendered insensible by vicious usages, the horrors of such a battlefield as that of Waterloo, would be enough to banish war from the face of the civilized earth. Dismiss the thought of the pomp and circumstance of mortal action, and look upon the field all gory with human blood, the loathsome heaps of the slain, and the mangled bodies of dying sufferers, who are breathing out their life: Oh, look and listen, man of sensibility, believer in the righteous and merciful providence of God, and can you acquiesce in the comfortless thought that war is as necessary as earthquakes, famines, and pestilences? These may be attended with salutary moral effects, they teach man his weakness and dependance: but war leads after it a train of unmitigated evils—it kindles fierce passions, it destroys life, and fills the earth “with widows and with orphans.” War owes its existence to the will of man, and therefore bears no true analogy to earthquakes, famines, and pestilences.

War is a monstrous outrage upon humanity, and why should it be deemed necessary ? Says one, “because wars have been nearly continuous ever since the birth of our race." But must that always be, which has been? It was once the universal custom in Hindoostan for the widow to commit herself to the flames which consumed the body of her deceased husband, and mothers at certain seasons cast their infants into the Ganges; a strong superstition, together with an immemorial custom, seemed to compel these barbarous usages; but now they have nearly ceased. The spell of superstition has been broken-the public sentiment has been changed, and the seeming necessity of such unnatural sacrifices is removed.

Again it is contended, that “war is necessary from the very nature of man." Within less than 190 years the learned christians of New England, regarded the liberty of conscience or toleration, as the first-born of abominations; and were of the opinion, that to destroy the bodies of these wolves, who propagate erroneous opinions, is not frustrating the end of Christ's coming, which was to save souls but directly advancing it. While such was the popular sentiment, there was a necessity of hanging or burning men for their conscientious opinions; and the best of men were as liable to suffer as the worst. But in our times that liberty of conscience which our ancestors regarded with so much horror, is acknowledged in

our civil institutions as one of the essential and inalienable rights of men. Of course there is now no necessity of destroying the bodies of men on account of their religious opinions. Such scenes as were formerly witnessed in New England, if now repeated there or any where else in this country, would fill every mind with indignation and horror. A similar change in public sentiment, and in the constitution and laws of the country, would render war, with all its bewildering splendor, an object of general abhorrence. Public opinion, custom, and habit, always create a kind of necessity in their favor.

There are many obstacles in the way of general peace; misdirected education, accumulated prejudices, enormous expenditures which in every influential country are devoted to military objects, vast numbers of men who imagine that their interest or their fame must rise or fall with the popularity of war, a kind of spurious partial philanthropy, miscalled patriotism, and an inadequate appreciation of the natural alliances of humanity. All these obstacles do indeed constitute a formidable array, and years, perhaps centuries, will elapse before they can be removed: but that they will be removed we cherish a fervent hope. We believe that the day will come, when " the nations will beat their swords into plough-shares, and their spears into pruning hooks, and learn war no more. Christianity is advancing, it must advance; and as its influence gradually settles down amidst the springs of human action, it will, most assuredly, banish the spirit of war. Duelling is the elementary principle of war, and there can be no doubt that the practice is diminishing; christianity is causing men to think more rationally, as well as more morally, concerning this monstrous relic of barbarism.

And the history of war shows that a benignant influence has already subdued that tiger fierceness which was displayed upon the ancient battle fields. Men could not now be brought into the close and brutal combat which was once the only mode of warfare. War is now regarded very differently from what it was in ancient times; then it was the employment and pastime of the kings, now it is becoming their strange work; and if justified at all, it is justified as an inevitable evil. Wars are certainly becoming less frequent, and the modes of warfare less barbarous. Richard “ of the lion heart,” would look with disdain upon the kings of these days, who never slept upon the tented field; and he would pour out the vials of his contempt upon modern warriors, who have contrived so many means to fight their enemies from distant positions. Richard would have deemed his manhood disgraced by killing men with fire arms from behind a breastwork.

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