man eloquent," may visit us again, if he chooses, as a patriotic American, as a new-school Presbyterian clergyman, as the central charm of many an evening coterie; but in all good conscience we shall find no further use for him as a lecturer on history. Taylor has spent no more money than Curtis-perhaps not so much-in the gratifications of foreign travel: Taylor has been abroad no longer than Curtis-I think not so long; but he went abroad with a different pair of eyes, and he returned a better-balanced man. Taylor has endured and suffered no more than Dr. Achilli— not near so much; but his endurance and sufferings have left him a milder, a wiser, and a better man than the great Italian. Taylor has some learning, has seen some things, and written a few books, as well as Dr. Cox; but then, he understands so much better how to keep himself modestly in the background than the great Doctor. The one is always the hero of his own story in his own estimation, but is never so in yours; the other is never the hero in his own eyes, but is always so in yours. Taylor can occupy our homes, our hearts, and our halls, for a whole season; for the others we care-not much.

His subject was "India." In his long wanderings he had often been excited, bnt never so much as when approaching the shores of India. A new country appears new. America is a new country. Its air, its forests, its waters, its earth are fresh, and seem as if "made to order." An old country looks old. India

is an old country. The air, the forests, the waters, and the soil are old, and seem to have been in use a long time. India resembles Mexico. If he had been carried to India asleep, and had been waked up in the interior of the country, he would have looked around him and exclaimed: "This is Mexico!" If the people of these United States were not so obstinately opposed to the acquisition of new territory (?), they might some day govern as beautiful a country as India- namely, Mexico. The Himalaya Mountains were lofty and grand beyond description. We ought at least to respect the reverence and devotion of the Hindoos. The basis of their cumbrotis and imposing system of religion is a true one-n belief in the exist ence of one God. The Hindoos believe that all English and Americans are unclean; that every vessel touched by them is unclean. His journey through their country occasioned the destruction of much crockery. When thirsty he would ask the use of a vessel to dip some water; they would refuse, of course; he would take the vessel, and drink; they would break it forthwith, because he, a sinner, had polluted it. The literature of India is perhaps the oldest, most extensive, and most beautiful in the world. The Sanskrit, or sacred language of the Hindoos, is said to be the finest of all languages for the expression of metaphysical thought. Mr. Taylor concluded with a very able estimate of the government of India under the British East India Company. On the whole India.

has been benefited; and yet, the Company has frequently been guilty of acts of injustice, and even cruelty, toward the natives. These are a few of the "stand-points" which the lecturer made while passing through a production teeming with thought as India teems with inhabitants.

Since writing I have heard Mr. Taylor on the "Philosophy of Travel." Heretofore his lectures had been in the narrative style, or rather, I should say, the descriptive style-the style of his books-descriptions of voyages and journeys, different lands and their inhabitants, manners and customs, temples of religion and worship of gods. It was therefore natural that his admirers should feel some anxiety about his success as a lecturer on abstract subjects. We have heard him; and our verdict is this: If Mr. Taylor has been traveling to furnish himself with matter for poems, books, or lectures, he need travel no longer. And if any one should inquire why he has traveled so much, so early in life, this lecture is the key which explains the whole of his travels and toils, his self-denials, and his remarkable life. He is an insane man, and nothing short of it, if there is not a reality and a reasonableness in the motives which have governed him. Look at the nations of ancient and modern times that have traveled. They have been the known and acknowledged powers of the world. Look at the nations of ancient and modern times that have, under the influence of indolence or the laws of caste, re

mained at home. They have ever been the dwarfed, unknown, and unknowing people of earth. The Anglo-Saxon race is a traveling race; and it is yet destined, in more respects than one, to rule the world. The negro race discovers no propensity to travel, except now and then from our Southern States to Canada; and of all the races of men, it has the least influence. I know of some sapient fathers and fond mothers who never were, and never will be, willing for their sons to open their eyes beyond their own visible horizon. Keep them close at home, dear old friends; but if your neighbor's manly and enterprising son returns from abroad, do not wonder why everybody considers him, and why he really is, amazingly superior to your huge tun of a boy.

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Mr. Taylor has seen every land and nearly every city from California to Japan, and consequently nearly every city and every land from Japan to California has seen this earnest and remarkable young man. was befitting, therefore, that he should close his present "Course" with a lecture on the "Animal Man." Perhaps no one, save the venerable Humboldt, is better prepared to write on man's animal nature than Bayard Taylor. He has seen man in every zone of the earth; in every state of society, from the savage to the enlightened; rejoicing or sorrowing under every form of government or anarchy; elevated or depressed by every system of religion, from the life-giving doctrines of the Church of Christ to the wild

vagaries and unmeaning ceremonies of the countrymen of Confucius, and in every social position, from the Hindoo servant, who calls himself "your beast," to the palaced Londoner. He knows the animal man. To hear this lecture on "Man," though the earth was covered deep, and the snow still falling rapidly from clouds that promised an abundance, hundreds of solid men and fair women assembled in our "Grand Hall." As the Scotchman wrote of Channing's mind, I write of this lecture: "It was planted as thick with thoughts as a backwood of his own magnificent land; and, when loosened in eloquence, they moved down on the slow and solemn current of his style, like floats of fir descending one of the American rivers.”

Of the purely literary man whom I have had the pleasure of seeing and hearing, Bayard Taylor is the most unequivocally religious. He quotes patriarchs, kings, and prophets, Christ and his apostles, as authorities not to be disputed. He describes with religious enthusiasm the bright "sun" of Christianity obscuring the pale "crescent" of Mohammedanism. He glories in the belief that all men will yet worship the true God and adopt the Christian faith. He tried to remember and observe the Sabbath-day in Central Africa. He announces boldly that in all his perils, by land and by sea, he felt he was protected by the hand of God. He advises young men to travel; to enter upon their voyages trusting in the providence of God, and they will return safely to their homes,