SPIRITS, GOBLINS, GHOSTS.

Dear Archy.--On what subject shall I next address you? Elves, goblins,

ghosts, real and unreal; dreams, witchcraft, second-sight? Bless me! the

field of marvels seems more thronged, as I approach it closer. The

spirits I have evoked begin to scare me with their numbers. How on earth

shall I ever get them fairly laid? But some, I see, can now only limp

along--they are scotched already; I will begin with finishing these. Yet

they deserve gentle treatment. They sprang from our nature, which seems

expressly made to procreate and rear them. Thick, within and around us,

lie the rich veins of illusive suggestion from which they spring.

The thing nearest us is our mental constitution, the world of

consciousness. It is of it we first learn, though it be the last we

understand. It is that through which we perceive and apprehend all other

things; and nothing becomes part of our knowledge but as it has been

shaped and coloured by its magic reflexion. Nay, more, it is not only

our mirror but our archetype for every thing. So we spiritualise the

material universe, and afterwards, by an incongruous consistency,

anthropomorphise spirit.

Reason in vain reclaims against this misuse of analogy. Feeling,

imagination, instinct are too many for her; and any mood, from fun to

earnest, from nonsense to sublimity, may hear a responsive note when

this chord is touched.

Address to that ingenuous young American a remark upon the slightness of

the legs of her work-table,--she blushes--her lively fancy has given

them personality. Were she a wealthier miss, she would give them,

besides, neat cambric trowsers with lace borders. With less refinement,

and with inexcusable warmth, I take shame to myself for having bestowed

a kick upon a similar mahogany limb, which had, however, begun the

contest by breaking my shin.

To the poet's eye, nature is instinct with life. Greece may be "living

Greece no more"--in the soul of her people; but her immortal plains, and

streams, and hills have their own vitality.

"The mountains _look_ on Marathon,

And Marathon _looks_ on the sea."

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