is among the papers in the possession of his surviving friends. Some passages from it may be here transcribed for the unconscious revelation which they make of the writer's mind and heart. The letter bears date Paris, June 12, 1819.

"I have at length the pleasure of enclosing to you a prospectus of the French Repository, in the publication of which, no delay will be suffered to intervene that is not conducive to its ultimate success. I have received from Mr. Owen the sum which you had kindly appropriated to my use. It would not enter my thoughts, dear Madam, to thank you. Every interest of humanity is a personal interest of your own; such is the noble prerogative of a life spent in labors of benevolence.

"As your works have become the heritage of the public, you would readily allow me to use them as I pleased; but after explaining my views of the only mode in which the tracts may be rendered useful in France, I shall be obliged by your counsels, and shall pay the most willing deference to your opinions.

"I am at a loss to conceive the ease with which good people sometimes console themselves for the ill success of their efforts, by the consideration that they have done their duty, and are not accountable for the results. Whatever enterprise it is worth while to begin, it is worth while to succeed in; and it is not more our duty to propose virtuous ends than to select prudent means. The strangers who seek to do good in this country, fail from ignorance of the tastes and habits of the people, or from mistaken scruples about conforming to them. 'We are right; if they will not think like us, let them suffer,' is the spirit in which many good intentions are conducted to an abortive issue.

That exclusive attachment to the persons and things of our own country, which is not the less illiberal because it is general and because it is decorated with specious names, is strongly felt by the French. Whatever is of foreign origin is received with suspicion, or rejected with contempt. You know, Madam, the severity of their literary taste-which to us appears tameness—by which the most extravagant people in the world, in some respects, is, in others, the most quickly offended by exaggeration. I need not say how easily to minds not destitute of moral sentiment, but incredulous and uninformed about revealed religion, the truth and soberness of the Gospel may be made to wear the appearance of absurdity and fanaticism.

"Among the religious writings in our language, destined for the uneducated classes, the Moral Repository is, in my opinion, the best adapted to the use of the French. As it consists of pictures of real life, whose sober coloring is unmingled with those fanciful hues with which the author of the Dairyman's Daughter gilds his productions, and as it contains many excellent precepts of economy, and just observations of human nature, blended with a calm and rational tone of evangelical morality, it will be more useful than works more purely devotional. The greatest difficulty in conveying religious instruction to the French, is to induce them to remain long enough in the presence of truth to receive its impressions.

In conformity with these views, I have taken the liberty of transferring the scene of your tales to France, and of modifying all the passages which betray

your national feelings or religious associations. Upon the preservation of their evangelical spirit, I assure you, Madam, I shall conscientiously insist; but if I should leave the tracts which prove you to be a dissenter from the Romish communion, the Catholics who have a tincture of devotion would decry the work as dangerous; and if presented in its English dress, its reception, both from Catholics and Protestants, would partake of that coldness which is manifested towards everything.foreign. Instead of needlessly shocking the preju dices of mankind, we should use them like the feather on our shaft, to bear us more surely to our aim.

"I have lately had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with the Marchioness de Pastoret, with whose name you are doubtless familiar. Mme. de

Pastoret, and Mme. Gautier Delessert, a Protestant lady of great consideration, have promised to aid me with their advice. They have already examined two or three of the manuscripts, of which they highly approve. Mme. Gautier gave me, the other day, a very useful hint, with a very pleasant illustration, by which I shall not fail to profit. The Duke de Liancourt, some time since, proposed a prize, in the Society of Elementary Education, for the best work of popular morality. The successful production declares itself to be intended for the people. A certain shoemaker, seeing this, took the book out of the hand of his son, saying that it was not meant for them, and that he had better give it to the cobbler."

[After some details in regard to the expense of the publication, for which the writer was making himself responsible, the letter proceeds:] "Mr. Foster, the author of the Essays, resides near you. He is in easy circumstances; will he not give us something?

"Pray, Madam, do you understand French? Why will you not come and make a tour in France? It would highten the glow of benevolence upon your soul, to see this interesting people, and to witness how much is to be done for them, and how deserving they are of becoming virtuous and happy. Your English writers totally mistake in saying that there is no domestic comfort or respectability here. Except the grateful incense of the morning and the evening sacrifice, I have never witnessed sweeter domestic scenes than I have in Paris. Does Mr. Foster speak French? Is he amiable? Is he a lady's man? Pray send him as a missionary into French society. His cultivated taste and powerful understanding would give him a commanding influence. Why can you not get up a little party together, and, when the aguish year begins to put on his russet weeds, come and prolong the summer in this more genial climate? Appear in the Paris circles, where you would be welcomed with cordial veneration-proceed by easy journeys to the Protestant seminary at Montauban, where you would find a few Christians of primitive hearts-go and see the pious Mr. Lissignol, at Montpellier, whose hands would be strengthened by the interview for all the remainder of his painful warfare-visit Geneva, and the mountains-pass, in the vintage, through Burgundy and Champagne-and go home to delight your friends and reassure the public by your renovated healthand to bless God ever after, if you please, with more fervent devotion, that you were born an Englishwoman.

"You see, dear Madam, that I write to you as to an old acquaintance. Indeed, I feel you to be such, almost as much as if I had grown up in your sight. As there is something uniform and defined in the Christian character, we necessarily feel acquainted with a Christian when we know him to be such, and the more eminently in proportion to his eminence in virtue. I hope to become known to you also and to obtain a place in your esteem. If my freedom offends you, I can only allege that I have been taught the old-fashioned- principle that Plainness is the interpreter of honesty."

It was from Paris, and while he was engaged in these religious undertakings, that Mr. Hillhouse sent home a copy of the hymn which is the only permanent memorial of his poetic genius. Just then it was, that the prospect of his realizing all that his friends had hoped from the change of climate, of scene, and of occupation, was most promising. Perhaps if he had then completed the tour of European travel, and returned to pursue in his own country, among his kindred and early friends, and under the genial influences of home, the great schemes of literary enterprise and labor to which he was devoting himself, the completed story of his life would have been as brilliant with achievement as the beginning of it was with promise. But the hope of his return became a "hope deferred." For a time his literary engagements seemed to detain him. In 1818, he published an "Essay on the History and Cultivation of the European Olive-tree," moved, as he said, by the patriotic "hope of diffusing that rich branch of culture over the southern parts of the United States"—a hope not yet fulfilled. At a later date, 1819, he published, in two large volumes, a translation of Michaux's Silva Americana. These things, however, were only digressions from his main pursuit. The nature and scope of the great work which he had projected, and upon which his powers were sedulously employed, was made known, to a somewhat limited circle of readers, by a pamphlet which he published at Paris in 1826. Some notice of that painphlet seems necessary to a just view of its highly gifted author.

It is entitled, "The Natural Method in Politics, being the abstract of an unpublished work," and it is gracefully inscribed to General Lafayette, who had then just returned from his memorable progress through the United States. A

brief "advertisement," prefixed, informs the reader, by way of apology, "that it was written originally in French, and at a single sitting, except five or six pages, [of more than fifty,] and the notes." It is in the form of a letter to the Editor of the Constitutionel, having been orginally commenced as a communication for that journal. The publication of a work by Dunoyer on "Industry and Morals considered in their relation to liberty," led Mr. Hillhouse to reveal the fact that he had himself" written a work which is in part an analogous development of the same principles." Of his own work his letter to the Editor of the Constitutionel is partly an abstract and partly a history. His work, which was to be entitled "A Demonstration of the Natural Method in Politics, or, the Political Experience of the United States, applied to Europe," was at that time, in his own words, "not a labor projected nor a task begun," but had been "written at considerable length," having been "begun three years since, and terminated in the following twelve-month." Yet he could not announce it as finished in a manner satisfactory to himself; for he had encountered a difficulty which may best be described by permitting him to speak for himself.

"The immediate object of my work is to generalize the political experience of the United States, by showing that we have exemplified the best possible form of human society, and that, not under leave of our geographical position, and recent establishment on a soil, the waste and measureless domain of nature, as by a vulgar error is believed;* but in virtue of principles inherent in society, by whose development other nations not only may hope to attain the same state, but are tending to it by laws as regular and constant as those which govern the physical world."

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"From the abundance of matter, (an inevitable consequence of seizing the first principles of a science in which observation has long accumulated,) and the error of too extensive a plan, embracing, with the demonstration of the principles, their application to history and to the political questions of the day, my manuscript attained the size of four or five volumes.

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On reviewing it I perceived that it would be necessary to swell the number, in order to produce that essential unity, the defect of which, in literary and philosophic works, arises oftener from the incompleteness of an author's conceptions than from their diversity. I thus found myself in the same dilemma as the

* These circumstances favored the solution no doubt. What I mean to assert is, that they are not necessary conditions of it.

dramatic poet who offends against the rules of Aristotle by too complicated a plot, and who is unable to develop it without exceeding the dimensions assigned by taste to the productions of his art.

"To escape from it, I adopted the plan of dividing my materials into three distinct series: a didactic work, in which the theory of politics is considered in an abstract and philosophic manner, and fortified by inductions of general experience; a pamphlet, in which the present crisis of Europe is examined in its light; and a treatise of theology, in which I propose to unite and expand whatever had reference to that subject, and in which I ventured to believe that I should also ascertain positive and scientific principles, and hoped, by ending the controversies that for so many ages have absorbed and agitated the human mind, to fix the religion as well as the politics of the world. I need not suggest the reflection, sir, to what lengths the enthusiasm of the imagination, freed from all human restraint, and stung by solitude, can hurry even a sober mind.

"The last of these works, which is of a higher order, more difficult of execution, and fuller periculosæ aleæ, is less advanced though its foundations are laid; and I am not equally confident of its success." pp. 9-12.

In the few last sentences is found the key to the sad mystery of the writer's life, which was prolonged for the third part of a century after those words were written. As he writes, he seems half-conscious that the habits of his mind were becoming morbid, and that he was beginning to need the natural stimulus, the wholesome restraints and correctives, and all the genial influences of home and of daily intercourse with kindred and friends such as those whom he had left in his native land, and whose hearts were longing for his return. A foot note appended to the sentence in which he had uttered the hope that his book was to end the conflict of ages and "to fix the reli gion as well as the politics of the world," shows something of his hereditary shrewdness and good sense. "I propose to publish an abstract of my Natural Method in religion also; in order to submit it to the common sense of virtuous and enlightened men, (the test of moral truth,) before the spirit of system, which it is so difficult to avoid, renders me less capable of profiting by their remarks: 'He that seeks to convince others on a subject of this importance, should be sure that he is not deceived himself."" Another foot note at the phrase "stung by solitude," gives the three Greek lines from Eschylus which had suggested the image to his mind. The words are those in which Io says to Prometheus: