elaboration of growth were too great for his futurity.” 101 This is the correlation of the breast: prolonged helplessness lays the foundation of life-long never-loosening love. The lower mammalia nurse their young and have done with them, as soon as they can shift for themselves. It is not their own kind, but Man, that seems, among those animals whose instincts are the finest and keenest, to have the power of rivetting an affection which shall last for life. The dog that watched three months beside his master's corpse in the wilds of Helvellyn, and even the aged parrot that died of emotion too strong for its feeble spark of vitality, on hearing, after years of exile, a remembered tongue,102 were worthy modern companions of the dog Argus, dying at Ulysses' feet; and another such has been added to the fraternity by the author of that masterpiece of manly pathos, "Rab and his friends." So true is it that man is, in a sense, “the god of the dog." The lower creatures, nevertheless, thus devoted to their master, only care for their own young while these require their care. But the devotion of the human mother, and the ties of which it is the representative, are lifelong. "Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb?" expresses love unquenchable by the lapse of years. 103 Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channel deeper wear. Rachel weeps for her children, and refuses to be comforted. Rizpah, too, watches her slain sons "from the beginning of harvest till water dropped upon them out of heaven; and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night." The poor child-reft mother, hugging in her fevered imagination the infant dead forty years before, belongs, by right of retentive sorrow, to the same sacred As if to show the mysterious compass of group. human nature-its contrast to that condition which renders the lower animals, in their several grades, mere duplicates of one another-its power of sinking to the devilish as well as soaring to the Divine-we have, as a foil to this, the most revolting form of murder; that of smearing poison on the breast. 104 "The corruption of the best is the worst." How beautiful is the true type-feeling in its tenacious devotion! how beautiful in the enkindled response and the exhaustless reciprocity! Take the pictured reunion The Maid that lovely form surveyed; Wistful she gazed, and knew her not ; But Nature to her heart conveyed A sudden thrill, a startling thought— A feeling many a year forgot, Now like a dream anew recurring ; As if again in every vein Her mother's milk were stirring. 105 Or that legend of the Roman daughter which drew forth the tribute The starry fable of the Milky Way Or a dead mother's lineaments O that those lips had language! 107 Or her spiritual revisitings Uttered not, yet comprehended, Was the spirit's voiceless prayer; Breathing from her lips of air. 108 All bespeaks the indelible character of human affection, sympathetically ramified through the correlation of maternity. It is this that makes history historical; that throws on the page of the past its dominant lights and shadows. The masters of pathos and tragic terror have come hither in all times for their inspiration. Witness Hamlet and Lear. Witness, in shapes how different, Andromache and Clytemnæstra- the breast opened "tearful - smilingly" to receive Astyanax, the breast bared beseechingly to stay Orestes. 109 57. Art and profound Feeling have each their correlation, through the meanings of the Breast and the ministries of the Hand: even so has Thought, and its organ the Brain, through the endowed human Tongue. The use of language, like the use of fire, meets us in the dawn of Hellenic literature, as the distinctive and demarcating note of man. Men have words, which are projected ideas; brutes have only sounds, which are projected sensations. Brutes vociferate: men speak. The physical organization is wedded to the mental capacity-a mouth, and wisdom. Neither, apart, would effloresce into Language: both must conspire and combine. So the one mind which has thoughts to be interpreted is furnished in the human tongue with an all-accomplished interpreter. Compared with the concealed nerve-filaments concerned in this office, "the meshes of the spider's web, or the cordage of a man-ofwar, are few and simple. The ape," on the contrary, "does not articulate, first, because the organs are not perfect to this end; secondly, because the nerves do not associate these organs in that variety of action which is necessary to speech; and lastly, were all the exterior apparatus perfect, there is no impulse to that act of speaking." 110 The mere animal, with no : ideas to express or record, has no means, then, of expressing or recording them. In the case of man, with a tongue to utter speech, and a hand to fix it, one triumph of intellect accumulates on another, and achievement is piled on achievement as the centuries flit past to him, "Time, growing old, teacheth all things." The world of brutes is bookless. A book is the product of a Mind, a Tongue, a Hand; a mind thinking, a tongue speaking, a hand writing: not any one, but all three. Articulate speech and its progeny -the alphabet, numerals, writing, printing, the electric telegraph-consider what man is with these, and what he would have been without them, and you have the means of gauging the significance of the correlation of the brain. 58. Even then if we restrict ourselves to indications that are of a mixed nature, and largely corporeal, taking no account of man's religious faculty-his sense of responsibility, his impulse of prayer, his forecastings of hereafter, his vision of the invisible; all the world of thought and feeling betokened by the bended knee, the clasped hand, and the uplifted eye-there still arise differentiating prerogatives which no residuary similitudes can mask or stifle, and which part him |