marred the hopes of one, and crushed the certainty of the other. They have united in the hearts of many; they have openly united. The first work of Co-operation, that spirit of Nature, the forerunner of happiness, the winner of perfected bliss, is the union of the Lover and the Scholar, of Love and Wisdom-their offspring is Power. The leading souls of the lands, the nations' wisest avow and teach this hitherto untaught, if not unknown, doctrine, that Competition is the curse of life; Union unbounded Union, the only means of realizing universal happiness. Nations, too, will avow and act upon this principle; and from the assertion by a people, by a community, of such a guidance, Man may date the years of freedom, of regeneration.

Mutual confidence our sole armour-mutual assistance our only weapons. There is a rock between us and our heaven. How shall we surmount it?— Not by endeavouring to climb over it by the forced assistance of our fellows, clambering from their shoulders and then kicking down our helpers, uncaring to render aid while we hope to compel it; not by striving who shall first ascend, till the night of death belates us, and all are still at the base or but little advanced. This has been ever man's case: competition has been tried in every shape and way, and every where it has failed. Let us unite and move the rock! Thenceforward our path will be in peace.

It is inasmuch as we recognize this principle of unlimited co-operation that, I think, we stand above the former ages. In much of science we are inferior; in virtue, in the majesty of form and spirit, far below what has been; as individuals, as nations, but dwarfs to the giant Patriarchs of the days of Eld: but in the progression of Humanity we are of a higher rank, possessors of a better knowledge, a page beyond their race in the book of Life. (I offer but an opinion.) In moral and intellectual, as in physical stature, we may be but Pigmies to the Primeval. Civilization has cast away the wild flowers of the simpler virtues, has crowned us with a poisoned wreath: but we may return to the pure, and reject the foul. Still may we be thankful for the Past. From the poison-flower we have drawn the honey of experience and wisdom. We must, (I speak it in no spirit of decision) we must have passed through these very stages of civilized barbarity and worse than barbarous refinement, in our travelling from the barbarism of Nature to her truly cultivated state. Now that we have passed those stages, we may not retrace our steps. The mature may not return to infancy: we may not unlearn our knowledge. But our farther progression is dependent on the earnestness of our endeavours. Our Zeal may not rest. Choose ye, in the light of experienced wisdon whether co-operative Love, or the old competition of hate, shall be the principle of social action! O Nations, if ye determine to embrace the guidance of Love, there is no power can bar your entrance to the home of Peace, of Liberty and ever-increasing Happiness!

Co-operation is natural and practicable enough, under a bond of mutual interest: but obedience is spurious if it springs from anything but respect or love.- Harriet Martineau.

There can be no injury where there is no property.-Locke.

Good habits must be given to all, or the best cannot be given to any.—

Principle is a passion for truth.-Hazlitt.

Robert Owen.

CHORUS

FROM SHELLEY'S PROMETHEUS UNBOUND.

VOICE OF UNSEEN SPIRITS.

THE pale stars are gone!

For the sun, their swift shepherd,
To their folds them compelling,
In the depths of the dawn,

Hastes, in meteor-eclipsing array, and they flee
Beyond his blue dwelling,

As fawns flee the leopard.
But where are ye?

A TRAIN OF DARK FORMS AND SHADOWS PASSES BY CONFusedly,

IONE.

PANTHEA.

On the bosom of their own harmony!

What dark forms were they?
The past Hours weak and grey,
With the spoil which their toil
Raked together

From the conquest but One could foil.—

See, where the Spirits of the human mind,
Wrapt in sweet sounds, as in bright veils, approach.
We join the throng

CHORUS OF SPIRITS.

Of the dance and the song,

By the whirlwind of gladness borne along;
As the flying-fish leap
From the Indian deep,

CHORUS OF HOURS.

And mix with the sea-birds, half asleep.
Whence come ye, so wild and so fleet,
For sandals of lightning are on your feet,
And your wings are soft and swift as thought,
And your eyes are as love which is veiled not?
We come from the mind

CHORUS OF SPIRITS.

Of human kind,

Which was late so dusk, and obscene and blind;

Where the bud-blighted flowers of happiness grew.
Our feet now, every palm,
Are sandall'd with calm,

And the dew of our wings is a rain of balm;
And, beyond our eyes,

The human love lies

Which makes all it gazes on Paradise.

CHORUS OF SPIRITS AND HOURS.

Then weave the web of the mystic measure;
From the depths of the sky and the ends of the earth,
Come, swift Spirits of might and of pleasure,

Fill the dance and the music of mirth,

As the waves of a thousand streams rush by
To an ocean of splendour and harmony!

The immediate Duty.-It now behoves all men, who have discovered the enormous magnitude of the errors which have hitherto formed the mind and governed the conduct of the whole population of the world, to consider, in good earnest, what practical measures are necessary to put an immediate stop to these melancholy and miserable proceedings, and to put men, hereafter, in a condition to become rational creatures, that they may acquire charity and affection for, and have full confidence in, each other; in order that they may live in union, peace and harmony through all succeeding generations.

This improvement in the condition of mankind will be easily introduced into practice as soon as the proper arrangements shall be formed to teach truth, in accordance with facts only, to the young mind, and to permit all of human kind to act in conformity with the unchangeable laws of their Robert Owen.

nature.

REVELATIONS OF TRUTH.

CHAP. VII.

THE voice of One crying in the wilderness, Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make straight in the desert a highway for our God!

Ages ago was the commandment given unto you: Ye shall love one another!

Ye, who call yourselves Christians, are not the disciples of Christ.

I walked forth into the wilderness of the world, and I beheld that man separated himself from his neighbours, saying, What interest have I in common with my brethren? It behoveth me to take care of myself. None every careth for me, none will have regard unto me, I have a separate interest: and

it was so.

And his hand was against every man, and every man's hand against him: and they were divided; and there was strife, and hatred, and dissension. And Peace fled far from the habitations of men.

When will man be convinced that his individual interest is bound the interests of his brethren?

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The good of the whole must be the good of each. He that hath ears to hear, let him hear!

Alas; they have all gone astray; they have forsaken the right path: there is none that understandeth, no, not one.

Their lights have gone out; the flame hath expired; there is no oil left in their lamps, and they know not whence to procure more.

And the thick shadows of prejudice have gathered around them, even as a shroud envelopes the limbs of a corpse.

There is none that understandeth, no, not one!

How long will ye be without understanding? how long will ye love the darkness, and shut your eyes against the light?

When will the Night be passed? When will the Dawn arise, and the Dayspring from on high visit us?

Even now the east blusheth with the hues of the morning; already the Sun of Truth gildeth the mountain-tops.

Awake, and be the children of the Light!

Your time on earth is but short: why strive to embitter the few moments ye have to live? Is there not enough of gall in the cup of Life?

If the members of one family be at variance among themselves, will not the joy of that family be destroyed?

Ye are all members of one family: children of one father, even God.
Why wound ye the spirit of your parent by your continual bickering?

Ye are all pilgrims on the same journey: there are rough and toilsome portions of the road whereon all must travel; the same dangers and difficulties beset all.

Be

ye then united bear ye one another's burdens!

He, who giveth, though it be but a cup of cold water to one of his suffering brethren, shall in no wise lose his reward.

Verily I say unto Spirit of Power will be in the midst of them. you, Where two or three shall be gathered together, the

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Evil an exception.-Better believe in however mysterious, generated by some convulsion in the great lapses of a fugitive exception to good, time, and of necessity worked off by the energy of the planet that suffers under it, till the star resumes the golden state of tranquillity natural to its heavenly brotherhood, than take for granted any kind of perpetuation of evil, equally gratuitous, a great deal more contradictory, and infinitely more saddening.-Leigh Hunt.

EQUALITY OF MAN AND WOMAN.

In the progression of the human mind, among the most important steps for the general happiness, we ought to count the entire destruction of those prejudices, which have established between the two sexes, an inequality of rights fatal even to that which it favours. In vain would we seek for motives to justify this, in the differences of their physical organization, in that we fain would perceive in the power of their intelligence, in their moral sensibility. This inequality has had no other origin than the abuse of force, and vainly has it been endeavoured since, to excuse it by sophisms.

We will show how the destruction of the usages authorized by this prejudice, of the laws which it has dictated, would contribute to increase the happiness of families, to render common the domestic virtues, the foundation of all others; to favour the progress of instruction, and above all to render it really general; not only because it would be extended to both sexes with more equality, but also because it could not become general, even for men, without the assistance of mothers of families. This too tardy homage, rendered at last to justice and good sense, would it not dry up a most fruitful source of injustices, of cruelties and crimes, in causing the disappearance of so dangerous an opposition, between a natural desire the most active, the most difficult to repress, and the duties of man, or the interests of society? Would it not at length produce that which even hereto has been but a chimera; national manners, benign and pure, formed, not of pride-gendered privations, of hypocritical appearances, of restraints imposed by the fear of shame or religious terrors, but of habits freely contracted, inspired by nature, acknowledged by reason?-Condorcet.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing

A flowery band to bind us to the earth,

Spite of despondence, of th' inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darken'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

Keats' Endymion.

The Earth produces a sufficiency for its inhabitants. It is ascertained that, with a fair and well-regulated division of labour, to procure for all this sufficiency of comforts and even luxuries would require, from every individual, no greater amount of exertion than is actually requisite to preserve health. By such convenient arrangement, all would possess time for mental improvement and delightful study. Poor Slaves of a blind selfishness, rest awhile from your self-torturings! Answer me: Is not the peaceful Home of Love more desirable than the toil, the conflict, and the grave, the doom ye have bought of Hate? Feb. 16, 1839.