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the slow, awkward movements of the ponderous arms, delivering his own strokes full on the head and face of the giant, with a force and rapidity that was terrible. In vain, like a blind Cyclops, Hurst threw his arms abroad, and strove to grasp, to strike, even to touch his lithe, wiry foe; in vain he strove to hem him into a corner. Mace would simply inflict his tremendous blows full on the smashed face of his opponent, pass under his arm, and be gone, almost before the eye could follow his movements." We have no intention of giving all the sickening details. After a struggle of fifty minutes, during which eight rounds were fought, Hurst-disfigured, bleeding, ghastly, and insensible-was compelled by his backers to give in, without having struck one blow, or even so much as touched his antagonist. It is not our purpose either to defend or apologize for the exhibition, or to say one word for the good taste or humanity of those who witnessed or permitted it; but, nevertheless, in spite of our better judgment, we find it impossible to withhold the expression of a certain amount of sympathy for the poor "giant" so sadly belabored, and of approval of the personal daring and incomparable skill of the conqueror.

Yet, had it been only to express such feelings, we should not have given any additional publicity to the details of so vulgar a fight. It is only because we find in it a specimen of the mightier conflicts that are being fought, or that will shortly have to be fought in the world, that we tolerate it at all, and look upon it as a kind of representative battle, in which far greater issues are very palpably prefigured.

All history tells us that the fiercest giants, who depend upon force alone, are inevitably beaten when it comes to the point; and that the mightiest empires follow the same law, and are doomed to fall victims to the skill

and intelligence which they ignore or despise. We need not go back to the classic or the middle ages for proofs of the fact. We have only to look around to see it. Is not Austria a stupid giant like Hurst? and Italy a lithe, little, patient, and dexterous combatant like Mace? The fortunes of that great match, with the whole of the civilized world for its spectators, are as yet marvellously similar to those which were this week decided in Kent; and the issues will be the

same, or there is neither truth in nature nor in history. Hurst will, it is to be hoped, recover from his defeat; and so it is to be hoped will Austria when Italy has done with her. But Hurst and Austria will have to fight other battles, with other challengers, or retire,-the one from the ring, and the other from her high position among kingdoms and empires. Who will challenge Hurst we cannot say, but every one can see far enough into the future to know that Hungary will be the next nimble and skilful boxer that will try the fortune of battle with the bulky giant of Vienna. And, of course, the bulky monster will be beaten. who sits at Rome, has been so belabored In like manner that tremendous old giant, by the nimble little men of intellect, who have been hitting him such heavy blows, that he presents at this moment a spectacle almost as frightful to contemplate as poor Hurst did a few minutes before the fight was over. Substitute for the name of Brettle, the giant's backer, in the following parathat of Hurst the Papacy, and there comes graph, the name of Napoleon III., and for out a truthful picture of the present condition of one of the most formidable giants who ever appeared in the world to overcome and oppress it. "Brettle, Hurst's chief backer," says the Times reporter, "at last rushed into the arena, and insisted on his seemed incapable of understanding his defighting no more; but the maimed giant feat, and groped and staggered out again. Blind and fainting it only required one or two more blows to finish the affair; but the infliction of those on the helpless heap of flesh was horrible and sickening beyond all description. His seconds and backers gave Hurst in his corner till he gradually became in for him without his knowledge, and kept almost insensible, and all the restorative arts of the ring were exhausted in efforts to keep him from fainting, which, in the absence of a surgeon, and in his then fastfailing power, might have been a most seri

ous affair."

the Brettle of Pio Nono withdraws him And a very serious affair it will be, when from the ring, and confesses on his behalf, that the long, unequal fight is at an end forever.

We need not pursue the course of our illustrations. They are obvious and numerous, and lie upon the surface of all conThere are evil days before them; and inteltemporary history. Let the giants beware! lect will conquer brute force now, as it always has done, both in personal and in national conflicts.

From Macmillan's Magazine. BARON BUNSEN. BY THE REV. F. D. MAURICE.

IN the Times, of Jan. 9, a short article appeared on the death of Baron Bunsen. It was translated from the Révue Chrétienne, and was signed by M. Pressensé. The article was worthy of the subject and of the writer. It would not be easy to find anywhere a more beautiful obituary, one freer from flattery and exaggeration, and fuller of genuine affection and admiration. M. Pressensé is not a follower of Baron Bunsen. He professes a dislike to many of his opinions. His appreciation of the man is the more real because he does.

of one who is supporting the champion of some cause in which he is interested. And no one will be able to charge the memory of a great man with any of the follies which he may discover in his admirer.

The first impression, I think, which was left upon all who saw Bunsen during his residence in this country, or in any other country, was that they had seldom met with a man so thoroughly friendly and genial, so ready to meet people of all kinds on their own ground, so little affecting dignified reserve, so free from the airs of diplomacy. Frankness will have struck them as his peculiar characteristic. They will, of course, have been surprised by the variety of his But just and generous as this testimony information upon subjects which they supfrom a Frenchman is, an Englishman could posed to lie out of the circle of an ambassascarcely read it without some pain. Baron dor's business. What will have surprised Bunsen lived among us, and was more still more will have been his personal interclosely associated with us than with the est in each of those subjects: his power of people of any country except his own. He throwing his heart into the one by which was known intimately to men of all classes the person he was conversing with was ocand all parties in this land; some of all cupied at the moment. They will have classes and all parties expressed no ordinary found that this vivacity of mind did not affection for him. Why are they all silent ? only manifest itself in general topics; their Is separation from our land or the separa- own private and domestic concerns were retion of death a destroyer of all the links membered with a sympathy which was at which bind us to those with whom we have least as pleasant, and I should suppose interchanged thoughts, from whom we have somewhat more rare. Those who were received benefits? Or are we so behind struck by his intellectual accomplishments French Protestants in Christian graces that may have thought that he was too encyclodifferences of opinion make it impossible for pædic, that his mind wanted concentration. us to say what we feel and know respecting But they will certainly have observed that the inner worth of those whom we cannot his attachments were as diffusive as his accept as guides? Some I am sure who studies, and that in them there was no defireceived from him a series of undeserved ciency of distinctness or personality. His kindnesses have preferred to seem ungrate- affections were the more alive in the family ful than to inflict on his memory the burden circle, amongst his intimate friends, because of their awkward praises and their bad rep- they were catholic. utation. Such motives may fairly influence them to a certain extent. But what they do ill, others may be stirred up to do better; their partial conceptions or misrepresentations of him, may call forth the friends who understood him to vindicate his character. I should abstain from speaking if I did not think that a slight testimony from one who differed from him more widely than M. Pressensé is likely to have done who looked at all objects from a different, nearly the opposite, point of view to his-may be of some use at this time. I do not pretend to be a reluctant or an impartial witness. But my evidence will, at least, not be that

I have spoken of first impressions. Those which I have described were, I think, very general. I never remember to have met any one, even of the Malachi Malagrowther species, who did not share in them for awhile. But I have known many, not illdisposed persons, who fancied they saw reason to suspect the man of duplicity, whom they had given credit for so much straightforwardness; to suppose that he professed with his lips what he did not inwardly believe. Every one knows how rapidly such doubts spread when they have once entered into our minds; what revenge we take for our previous credulity; how we

labor that others may not indulge the unwise confidence which we have abandoned. As such feelings, when they are not well founded, are most demoralizing and mischievous as I am well convinced that in this instance they have no foundation-I will explain how I think they originated.

that he had. Every thing convinced me that he was a German to his heart's core; that he had resisted, and would resist, every influence from without, every temptation from within, to be any thing else.

But if he was exposed to this kind of suspicion, he fell just as much under an opposite one. English laymen tormented with questions of which they did not find their divines willing or able to offer a solution— English divines finding that what they had been in the habit of preaching in their pulpits or teaching in their classes, did not satisfy others or themselves-might naturally turn to a German, free from the trammels of our education, acquainted with a variety of religious beliefs, conversant with the vicissitudes of opinion in his own country, most ready to communicate his thoughts and ex

When Baron Bunsen came to England, many of us fancied that he was half an Englishman. We knew he had many ties to this country; we had heard that he was suspected in his own of Anglomania; we were specially pleased to have the witness of a philosopher of extensive observation as well as reading in favor of our habits and institutions against his own. When we desire to be deceived, every phrase carries the meaning, not that it has, but that we give it. Any kindly appreciation of that which we have done or thought, any willing-periences, for some relief from their embarness to meet us on some common ground, is rassments. Many who sought this relief taken to imply preference for us, nay, to in- may have fancied for awhile that they had timate how much better other lands would found it. A number of thoughts would be be if they could be cast in our mould. Many brought before them to which they had not eminent foreigners have suffered grievously been accustomed; they would find themfrom these complimentary opinions respect-selves in a different atmosphere from that ing them. The moment they have shown which they had been used to breathe; they any of the patriotism which it would have could not be deceived that it was an atmosbeen their shame to want, there has been an phere, not of speculation merely, but of expression of more than disappointment-of carnest practical faith. To some this last anger, as if we had been tricked. "It is discovery would be most consolatory. But, not," we say, "what we English call con- in process of time, some of them might persistency and good faith ;” as if "we Eng-ceive that practical faith in them must conlish" did not show by that very language nect itself with other feelings and supports that we should think ourselves bound in than those which the German seemed to reduty to recant every observation we had quire. What was natural to him, was unever made that could by possibility imply natural to them. How it should be so, they the superiority of any country to our own. might be unable to determine; the experiNo one ever was subjected to a greater share ence of the fact is more than any explanaof this injustice than Baron Bunsen. If he tion. On the other hand, many in a differhad formed an exaggerated estimate of our ent, though equally discontented, state of merits-exaggerated, I mean, for a foreigner mind would regard this so-called faith as a -the very near view he had of our corrup- mere heirloom from Luther and the sixtions and our discontents might naturally have shaken it. But I venture to doubt whether even in the commencement of his stay here he felt or gave indications to any fairly judging person that he felt the slightest disloyalty to his own national traditions. At that time I would have given much to believe that he had some Anglican tendencies; yet no cunning sophistry which I could exercise on the words I heard him speak, or that were reported to me by those who knew him better, could bring me to the conclusion

teenth century, which interfered with the scientific processes and idealizing processes into which they had hoped that a philosopher of the nineteenth century would initiate them. Each of these for different reasons would express a disappointment, perhaps an indignation, not inferior to that of the Anglican doctor, whom both abhorred. "The German prescriptions do not suit our complaints," would be the groan of the one. The other would threaten the imperfect performer of the miracle of liquefying facts

into ideas, much in the tone of the Neapoli- be reformation; reformation always has tan on a like occasion. "Oh cattivo St. meant, always must mean the recovery of a Januario!" would be the mildest phrase of form which has been lost, the pursuit of lamentation when the too solid flesh did not ends which are marked out for us and which melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew. we have forgotten-the return to a real beThe former would not have the fairness to lief of that which we profess in words. remember that the German physician did not volunteer his advice to the English patient; did not profess to say what kind of bath might suit his constitution. It did not occur to the other that he made no profession of any special power to liquefy facts; that he was in the habit of denouncing many who performed that portent in his own land as enchanters and false prophets; that he probably envied the English reverence for facts-if it did not convert all facts into cotton or bank notes-though he might not find it easily attainable by himself.

That this was the end which Baron Bunsen set before himself in reference to the country of his birth, and of his mature affection, I am fully convinced. Whether the means which he chose for the end were the best possible, I, of course, am utterly incompetent to decide. But, as I trace them, I cannot help perceiving that they were, at least, consistent; that he had a distinct sense of a vocation, which Germany and her sons ought not to forget; that he had also a sense of certain dangers attending that vocation which it became her sons to watch against, and so far as in them lay to counteract; that he never supposed they could be counteracted except by influences which should bring the life and heart of the country into fuller play, which should give it a practical as well as a scientific interest in the past, which should awaken its hopes for the future.

The true lesson from these different kinds of unfairness which Englishmen are prone to commit, and from each of which Bunsen suffered discredit, is, I conceive, that we never honor one another-that we never are even ordinarily just to one another-unless we have a position of our own which we are resolved not to abandon; and unless we like those foreigners best who are resolved that The belief of a special vocation for his they will try to understand their position people cannot have been learnt by Bunsen and to hold it fast. If we adhere to this in any of those schools to which he is acrule, Bunsen will not only retain all those cused of having addicted himself. It must titles to our esteem which he earned when have been received from the old Hebrew he first came amongst us, but we shall prophets. Would to God we had more of reckon it a very great additional title that, it! Would to God that when we talked of after seeing all the wealth and grandeur of England-after seeing what may have attracted him much more, its scientific prowess and the results which that prowess has produced-its religious freedom and its religious activities-in spite of strong affections and domestic ties which bound him to us he nevertheless retained unsoiled and intact his devotion to his fatherland, and would not suffer any tastes, feelings, opinions of Englishmen to sway him the very least in his projects for its amelioration. And I think we cannot show our respect for him more than by going and doing likewise. We shall utterly fail to extirpate any of the evils which we mourn over most, if we seek to extirpate them by foreign and not by native methods; the plans which we borrow will be in our practice artificial and clumsy, the notions we borrow, generally exaggerated, always feeble. For no mere change can ever

our callings we meant that they were callings! If it were so, with how much more reverence and fear should we pursue them! If he was right in thinking, as his master Niebuhr had taught him, that philology, understanding by the name not only the study of language but of the historical documents of nations, is the work for which Germans have special gifts that other nations want― from how many rash conclusions might he save them-what courage might he give them, supposing he could persuade them that it is indeed a vocation; that God has designated them to it!

What was the measure of his own philological success in his Egyptian Inquiries, or in his larger work on the History of Mankind, I must leave to those who are qualified to judge. But this, I think, must be apparent to all who only look into those books; that they are not merely antiquarian; that

the writer has felt a human interest in his cries, confessions, thanksgivings to the liv

subjects, and has given a human interest to his discourses on them. Merely scientific inquirers may be shocked at such motivesbut I cannot help thinking that zeal for the honor of Germany and of Niebuhr gave him an interest in penetrating hieroglyphics, and enumerating Egyptian dynasties, which the mere topics would have wanted. I do not doubt his love of truth for truth's sake, but I apprehend that, to an affectionate warmhearted man, truth brings greater evidences of itself when it can show itself surrounded with living and personal associations.

ing God, of the most devout men, of all ages which Germany has produced not when they were speculating or debating, but when they were in the midst of individual and national suffering.

For the same purpose Bunsen, long before he came to England, composed a liturgy. The largest work which he wrote while he was in England contains more than one volume which is especially devoted to the ancient Liturgies of the Church. As I think the writers of the Olney Hymns would have esteemed the Gesangbuch a more effectual But, if Bunsen thought that his country- antidote to what they would have called the men ought to pursue such investigations as unevangelical tendencies of modern Gerthese with unflinching ardor, and not to be many, than any prelections against those stopped in them by any consideration of the tendencies, so I believe Jeremy Taylor would results to which they might lead, he was have valued these actual exhibitions of the certainly as strongly convinced that the life and devotion of primitive martyrs and German mind requires something to balance fathers very much more than any arguments its merely intellectual energies. His Ge- to prove that Germans were undervaluing sangbuch, which has been in part naturalized the authority of fathers or martyrs. I do among us by Miss Wentworth's admirable not say this because I regard this part of translations, must have been the result of Bunsen's labors as establishing a special this conviction. Such a book, coming from ground of sympathy between him and mema statesman, would have astonished the English public; must have astonished the German public still more; must have laid him open to the charge of pietism at a time when that charge was especially offensive. As it was not original it could procure him no personal fame to compensate that disagreeable imputation. Yet, if a statesman desires to call forth the life of his people, to give it an interest in its own past history, to deliver it from sordid aims, to substitute an earnest practical faith for mere theories, to contrast the dreams of modern revolution with the actual convictions of old reformers; its various schools would have sunk into I know not how by a thousand protocols, or warring philosophical sects. The Creed was speeches, or repressing edicts, he could have the proclamation of a Divine kingdom, fulfilled his function half as well. There are which was to struggle with the imperial some worthy men, both in England and Ger- kingdom in Constantinople-which was to many, who suppose that they can rekindle keep up a battle in all ages with every form faith there by continual denunciations of of imperialism, whether it came forth under Rationalism, who say also that Bunsen's a secular or an ecclesiastical name. The aim was to weaken faith and strengthen Rationalism. Let them ask themselves seriously in any quiet moment what they have accomplished by their labors, to awaken faith, or destroy that which is opposed to it in any single heart? And then let them consider what may have been done for that end by bringing together the most earnest of Greece, the mighty proclamation of an

bers of the English Church. On the contrary, there is no part of his writings which brings out the contrast between him and us more strikingly. The ante-Nicene fathers were precious to him, in contrast with those who adopted and wrestled for the creeds which we take for the groundwork of our devotions. I have no words to express how entirely I dissent from his opinion. If the conflicts of the first centuries had not issued in the proclamation of the Nicene Creed, the Church, it seems to me, would have passed into a mere collection of devout opinions;

Creed going forth from Nice, stifled no inquiry-was able to check no opposing opinion. Athanasius had to fight alone against the world in defence of it, and to prevail because he was fighting for the people against the doctors. When it became a mere subject of debate among doctors in the Churches

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