intercourse is over; for he is a man of prejudice more than of reason, and though he can make a lively exposé of his thoughts and feelings, he does not justify them. In a word, Mr. Dana has the charms and the defects of one whose object in life has been to preserve his individuality unprofaned.’
ART.
While residing at Providence, and during her visits to Boston, in her vacations, Margaret's mind was opening more and more to the charms of art.
‘The Ton-Kunst, the Ton-Welt, give me now more
stimulus than the written Word; for music seems to
contain everything in nature, unfolded into perfect
harmony. In it the all and each are manifested in most
rapid transition; the spiral and undulatory movement
of beautiful creation is felt throughout, and, as we listen,
thought is most clearly, because most mystically,
perceived. * *
‘I have been to hear Neukomm’s Oratorio of David. It is to music what Barry Cornwall's verses and Talfourd's Ion are to poetry. It is completely modern, and befits an age of consciousness. Nothing can be better arranged as a drama; the parts are in excellent gradation, the choruses are grand and effective, the composition, as a whole, brilliantly imposing. Yet it was dictated by taste and science only. Where are the enrapturing visions from the celestial world which shone down upon Haydn and Mozart; where the revelations from the depths of man’s nature, which impart such passion to the symphonies of Beethoven; where, even, the fascinating fairy land, gay with
