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Poems on Slavery

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <div class="trans-note"> <div class="covernote"> <p class="heading">Transcriber's Note</p> <p>The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.</p> </div> </div> <div id="title-page"> <h1>POEMS<br/> <small>ON</small><br/> SLAVERY.</h1> <p><small>BY</small></p> <p><span class="st">HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.</span></p> <p><span class="st">SECOND EDITION.</span></p> <p class="spacious">CAMBRIDGE:<br/> <small>PUBLISHED BY JOHN OWEN.</small></p> <hr class="tiny" /> <p><small>M DCCC XLII.</small></p> </div> <hr /> <div class="narrow"> <blockquote> <p class="center">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year eighteen hundred and forty-two, by <span class="smcap">H. W. Longfellow</span>, in the Clerk's office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.</p> </blockquote></div> <hr class="short" /> <p class="center spacious"> CAMBRIDGE:<br/> <small>METCALF, KEITH, AND NICHOLS,<br/> <small>PRINTERS TO THE UNIVERSITY.</small></small></p> <hr /> <h2><SPAN name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</SPAN></h2> <div class="center"> <table summary=""> <tr><td class="left"> </td><td class="right"><span class="sc">page</span></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="sc">To William E. Channing</span></td><td class="right"><SPAN href="#Page_9">9</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="sc">The Slave's Dream</span></td><td class="right"><SPAN href="#Page_11">11</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="sc">The Good Part</span></td><td class="right"><SPAN href="#Page_15">15</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="sc">The Slave in the Dismal Swamp</span></td><td class="right"><SPAN href="#Page_18">18</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="sc">The Slave singing at Midnight</span></td><td class="right"><SPAN href="#Page_21">21</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="sc">The Witnesses</span></td><td class="right"><SPAN href="#Page_23">23</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="sc">The Quadroon Girl</span></td><td class="right"><SPAN href="#Page_26">26</SPAN></td></tr> <tr><td class="left"><span class="sc">The Warning</span></td><td class="right"><SPAN href="#Page_30">30</SPAN></td></tr> </table></div> <hr /> <div class="narrow"> <blockquote> <p>[The following poems, with one exception, were written at sea, in the latter part of October. I had not then heard of Dr. Channing's death. Since that event, the poem addressed to him is no longer appropriate. I have decided, however, to let it remain as it was written, a feeble testimony of my admiration for a great and good man.]</p> </blockquote></div> <hr /> <div id="half-title"> <h2>POEMS.</h2></div> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i20">The noble horse,</div> <div class="verse i0">That, in his fiery youth, from his wide nostrils</div> <div class="verse i0">Neighed courage to his rider, and brake through</div> <div class="verse i0">Groves of opposed pikes, bearing his lord</div> <div class="verse i0">Safe to triumphant victory, old or wounded,</div> <div class="verse i0">Was set at liberty and freed from service.</div> <div class="verse i0">The Athenian mules, that from the quarry drew</div> <div class="verse i0">Marble, hewed for the Temple of the Gods,</div> <div class="verse i0">The great work ended, were dismissed and fed</div> <div class="verse i0">At the public cost; nay, faithful dogs have found</div> <div class="verse i0">Their sepulchres; but man, to man more cruel,</div> <div class="verse i0">Appoints no end to the sufferings of his slave.</div> </div></div> </div> <p class="right sc">Massinger.</p> <hr class="chap" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>TO WILLIAM E. CHANNING.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">The pages of thy book I read,</div> <div class="verse i2">And as I closed each one,</div> <div class="verse i0">My heart, responding, ever said,</div> <div class="verse i2">"Servant of God! well done!"</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Well done! Thy words are great and bold;</div> <div class="verse i2">At times they seem to me,</div> <div class="verse i0">Like Luther's, in the days of old,</div> <div class="verse i2">Half-battles for the free.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Go on, until this land revokes</div> <div class="verse i2">The old and chartered Lie,</div> <div class="verse i0">The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes</div> <div class="verse i2">Insult humanity.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">A voice is ever at thy side</div> <div class="verse i2">Speaking in tones of might,</div> <div class="verse i0">Like the prophetic voice, that cried</div> <div class="verse i2">To John in Patmos, "Write!"</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Write! and tell out this bloody tale;</div> <div class="verse i2">Record this dire eclipse,</div> <div class="verse i0">This Day of Wrath, this Endless Wail,</div> <div class="verse i2">This dread Apocalypse!</div> </div></div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE SLAVE'S DREAM.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Beside the ungathered rice he lay,</div> <div class="verse i2">His sickle in his hand;</div> <div class="verse i0">His breast was bare, his matted hair</div> <div class="verse i2">Was buried in the sand.</div> <div class="verse i0">Again, in the mist and shadow of sleep,</div> <div class="verse i2">He saw his Native Land.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Wide through the landscape of his dreams</div> <div class="verse i2">The lordly Niger flowed;</div> <div class="verse i0">Beneath the palm-trees on the plain</div> <div class="verse i2">Once more a king he strode;</div> <div class="verse i0">And heard the tinkling caravans</div> <div class="verse i2">Descend the mountain-road.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">He saw once more his dark-eyed queen</div> <div class="verse i2">Among her children stand;</div> <div class="verse i0">They clasped his neck, they kissed his cheeks,</div> <div class="verse i2">They held him by the hand!—</div> <div class="verse i0">A tear burst from the sleeper's lids</div> <div class="verse i2">And fell into the sand.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">And then at furious speed he rode</div> <div class="verse i2">Along the Niger's bank;</div> <div class="verse i0">His bridle-reins were golden chains,</div> <div class="verse i2">And, with a martial clank,</div> <div class="verse i0">At each leap he could feel his scabbard of steel</div> <div class="verse i2">Smiting his stallion's flank.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Before him, like a blood-red flag,</div> <div class="verse i2">The bright flamingoes flew;</div> <div class="verse i0">From morn till night he followed their flight,</div> <div class="verse i2">O'er plains where the tamarind grew,</div> <div class="verse i0">Till he saw the roofs of Caffre huts,</div> <div class="verse i2">And the ocean rose to view.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">At night he heard the lion roar,</div> <div class="verse i2">And the hyæna scream,</div> <div class="verse i0">And the river-horse, as he crushed the reeds</div> <div class="verse i2">Beside some hidden stream;</div> <div class="verse i0">And it passed, like a glorious roll of drums,</div> <div class="verse i2">Through the triumph of his dream.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">The forests, with their myriad tongues,</div> <div class="verse i2">Shouted of liberty;</div> <div class="verse i0">And the Blast of the Desert cried aloud,</div> <div class="verse i2">With a voice so wild and free,</div> <div class="verse i0">That he started in his sleep and smiled</div> <div class="verse i2">At their tempestuous glee.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">He did not feel the driver's whip,</div> <div class="verse i2">Nor the burning heat of day;</div> <div class="verse i0">For Death had illumined the Land of Sleep,</div> <div class="verse i2">And his lifeless body lay</div> <div class="verse i0">A worn-out fetter, that the soul</div> <div class="verse i2">Had broken and thrown away!</div> </div></div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE GOOD PART,<br/> <small>THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN AWAY.</small></h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,</div> <div class="verse i2">In valleys green and cool;</div> <div class="verse i0">And all her hope and all her pride</div> <div class="verse i2">Are in the village school.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Her soul, like the transparent air</div> <div class="verse i2">That robes the hills above,</div> <div class="verse i0">Though not of earth, encircles there</div> <div class="verse i2">All things with arms of love.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">And thus she walks among her girls</div> <div class="verse i2">With praise and mild rebukes;</div> <div class="verse i0">Subduing e'en rude village churls</div> <div class="verse i2">By her angelic looks.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">She reads to them at eventide</div> <div class="verse i2">Of One who came to save;</div> <div class="verse i0">To cast the captive's chains aside,</div> <div class="verse i2">And liberate the slave.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">And oft the blessed time foretells</div> <div class="verse i2">When all men shall be free;</div> <div class="verse i0">And musical, as silver bells,</div> <div class="verse i2">Their falling chains shall be.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">And following her beloved Lord,</div> <div class="verse i2">In decent poverty,</div> <div class="verse i0">She makes her life one sweet record</div> <div class="verse i2">And deed of charity.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">For she was rich, and gave up all</div> <div class="verse i2">To break the iron bands</div> <div class="verse i0">Of those who waited in her hall,</div> <div class="verse i2">And labored in her lands.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Long since beyond the Southern Sea</div> <div class="verse i2">Their outbound sails have sped,</div> <div class="verse i0">While she, in meek humility,</div> <div class="verse i2">Now earns her daily bread.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">It is their prayers, which never cease,</div> <div class="verse i2">That clothe her with such grace;</div> <div class="verse i0">Their blessing is the light of peace</div> <div class="verse i2">That shines upon her face.</div> </div></div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp</div> <div class="verse i2">The hunted Negro lay;</div> <div class="verse i0">He saw the fire of the midnight camp,</div> <div class="verse i0">And heard at times a horse's tramp</div> <div class="verse i2">And a bloodhound's distant bay.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Where will-o'-the-wisps and glowworms shine,</div> <div class="verse i2">In bulrush and in brake;</div> <div class="verse i0">Where waving mosses shroud the pine,</div> <div class="verse i0">And the cedar grows, and the poisonous vine</div> <div class="verse i2">Is spotted like the snake;<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Where hardly a human foot could pass,</div> <div class="verse i2">Or a human heart would dare,</div> <div class="verse i0">On the quaking turf of the green morass</div> <div class="verse i0">He crouched in the rank and tangled grass,</div> <div class="verse i2">Like a wild beast in his lair.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">A poor old slave, infirm and lame;</div> <div class="verse i2">Great scars deformed his face;</div> <div class="verse i0">On his forehead he bore the brand of shame,</div> <div class="verse i0">And the rags, that hid his mangled frame,</div> <div class="verse i2">Were the livery of disgrace.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">All things above were bright and fair,</div> <div class="verse i2">All things were glad and free;</div> <div class="verse i0">Lithe squirrels darted here and there,</div> <div class="verse i0">And wild birds filled the echoing air</div> <div class="verse i2">With songs of Liberty!<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">On him alone was the doom of pain,</div> <div class="verse i2">From the morning of his birth;</div> <div class="verse i0">On him alone the curse of Cain</div> <div class="verse i0">Fell, like a flail on the garnered grain,</div> <div class="verse i2">And struck him to the earth!</div> </div></div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Loud he sang the psalm of David!</div> <div class="verse i0">He, a Negro and enslaved,</div> <div class="verse i0">Sang of Israel's victory,</div> <div class="verse i0">Sang of Zion, bright and free.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">In that hour, when night is calmest,</div> <div class="verse i0">Sang he from the Hebrew Psalmist,</div> <div class="verse i0">In a voice so sweet and clear</div> <div class="verse i0">That I could not choose but hear,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Songs of triumph, and ascriptions,</div> <div class="verse i0">Such as reached the swart Egyptians,</div> <div class="verse i0">When upon the Red Sea coast</div> <div class="verse i0">Perished Pharaoh and his host.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">And the voice of his devotion</div> <div class="verse i0">Filled my soul with strange emotion;</div> <div class="verse i0">For its tones by turns were glad,</div> <div class="verse i0">Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Paul and Silas, in their prison,</div> <div class="verse i0">Sang of Christ, the Lord arisen,</div> <div class="verse i0">And an earthquake's arm of might</div> <div class="verse i0">Broke their dungeon-gates at night.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">But, alas! what holy angel</div> <div class="verse i0">Brings the Slave this glad evangel?</div> <div class="verse i0">And what earthquake's arm of might</div> <div class="verse i0">Breaks his dungeon-gates at night?</div> </div></div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE WITNESSES.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">In Ocean's wide domains,</div> <div class="verse i2">Half buried in the sands,</div> <div class="verse i0">Lie skeletons in chains,</div> <div class="verse i2">With shackled feet and hands.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Beyond the fall of dews,</div> <div class="verse i2">Deeper than plummet lies,</div> <div class="verse i0">Float ships, with all their crews,</div> <div class="verse i2">No more to sink or rise.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">There the black Slave-ship swims,</div> <div class="verse i2">Freighted with human forms,</div> <div class="verse i0">Whose fettered, fleshless limbs</div> <div class="verse i2">Are not the sport of storms.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">These are the bones of Slaves;</div> <div class="verse i2">They gleam from the abyss;</div> <div class="verse i0">They cry, from yawning waves,</div> <div class="verse i2">"We are the Witnesses!"</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Within Earth's wide domains</div> <div class="verse i2">Are markets for men's lives;</div> <div class="verse i0">Their necks are galled with chains,</div> <div class="verse i2">Their wrists are cramped with gyves.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Dead bodies, that the kite</div> <div class="verse i2">In deserts makes its prey;</div> <div class="verse i0">Murders, that with affright</div> <div class="verse i2">Scare schoolboys from their play!<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">All evil thoughts and deeds;</div> <div class="verse i2">Anger, and lust, and pride;</div> <div class="verse i0">The foulest, rankest weeds,</div> <div class="verse i2">That choke Life's groaning tide!</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">These are the woes of Slaves;</div> <div class="verse i2">They glare from the abyss;</div> <div class="verse i0">They cry, from unknown graves,</div> <div class="verse i2">"We are the Witnesses!"</div> </div></div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE QUADROON GIRL.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">The Slaver in the broad lagoon</div> <div class="verse i2">Lay moored with idle sail;</div> <div class="verse i0">He waited for the rising moon,</div> <div class="verse i2">And for the evening gale.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Under the shore his boat was tied,</div> <div class="verse i2">And all her listless crew</div> <div class="verse i0">Watched the gray alligator slide</div> <div class="verse i2">Into the still bayou.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Odors of orange-flowers, and spice.</div> <div class="verse i2">Reached them from time to time,</div> <div class="verse i0">Like airs that breathe from Paradise</div> <div class="verse i2">Upon a world of crime.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">The Planter, under his roof of thatch,</div> <div class="verse i2">Smoked thoughtfully and slow;</div> <div class="verse i0">The Slaver's thumb was on the latch,</div> <div class="verse i2">He seemed in haste to go.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">He said, "My ship at anchor rides</div> <div class="verse i2">In yonder broad lagoon;</div> <div class="verse i0">I only wait the evening tides,</div> <div class="verse i2">And the rising of the moon."</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Before them, with her face upraised,</div> <div class="verse i2">In timid attitude,</div> <div class="verse i0">Like one half curious, half amazed,</div> <div class="verse i2">A Quadroon maiden stood.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Her eyes were, like a falcon's, gray,</div> <div class="verse i2">Her arms and neck were bare;</div> <div class="verse i0">No garment she wore save a kirtle gay,</div> <div class="verse i2">And her own long, raven hair.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">And on her lips there played a smile</div> <div class="verse i2">As holy, meek, and faint,</div> <div class="verse i0">As lights in some cathedral aisle</div> <div class="verse i2">The features of a saint.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">"The soil is barren,—the farm is old;"</div> <div class="verse i2">The thoughtful Planter said;</div> <div class="verse i0">Then looked upon the Slaver's gold,</div> <div class="verse i2">And then upon the maid.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">His heart within him was at strife</div> <div class="verse i2">With such accursed gains;</div> <div class="verse i0">For he knew whose passions gave her life,</div> <div class="verse i2">Whose blood ran in her veins.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">But the voice of nature was too weak;</div> <div class="verse i2">He took the glittering gold!</div> <div class="verse i0">Then pale as death grew the maiden's cheek,</div> <div class="verse i2">Her hands as icy cold.</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">The Slaver led her from the door,</div> <div class="verse i2">He led her by the hand,</div> <div class="verse i0">To be his slave and paramour</div> <div class="verse i2">In a strange and distant land!</div> </div></div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</SPAN></span></p> <h2>THE WARNING.</h2> <div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry"><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore</div> <div class="verse i2">The lion in his path,—when, poor and blind,</div> <div class="verse i0">He saw the blessed light of heaven no more,</div> <div class="verse i2">Shorn of his noble strength and forced to grind</div> <div class="verse i0">In prison, and at last led forth to be</div> <div class="verse i0">A pander to Philistine revelry,—</div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">Upon the pillars of the temple laid</div> <div class="verse i2">His desperate hands, and in its overthrow</div> <div class="verse i0">Destroyed himself, and with him those who made</div> <div class="verse i2">A cruel mockery of his sightless woe;</div> <div class="verse i0">The poor, blind Slave, the scoff and jest of all,</div> <div class="verse i0">Expired, and thousands perished in the fall!<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</SPAN></span></div> </div><div class="stanza"> <div class="verse i0">There is a poor, blind Samson in this land,</div> <div class="verse i2">Shorn of his strength, and bound in bonds of steel,</div> <div class="verse i0">Who may, in some grim revel, raise his hand,</div> <div class="verse i2">And shake the pillars of this Commonweal,</div> <div class="verse i0">Till the vast Temple of our liberties</div> <div class="verse i0">A shapeless mass of wreck and rubbish lies.</div> </div></div> </div> <p class="center space-above space-below">END.</p> <div class="works"> <h2>WORKS</h2> <p><big>PUBLISHED BY JOHN OWEN,</big><br/> CAMBRIDGE.</p> <hr class="tiny"/> <p>I.</p> <p class="spacious">VOICES OF THE NIGHT.</p> <p class="st">BY</p> <p class="st">HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.</p> <p class="st">6th Edition.  16mo.  Boards.</p> <hr class="tiny" /> <p>II.</p> <p class="spacious">THE SAME.</p> <p class="st">Royal 8vo.  Fine paper.  Boards.</p> <hr class="tiny" /> <p>III.</p> <p class="spacious">BALLADS AND OTHER POEMS.</p> <p class="st">BY</p> <p class="st">HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW,</p> <p class="st">AUTHOR OF "VOICES OF THE NIGHT," "HYPERION," ETC.</p> <p class="st">4th Edition.  16mo.  Boards.</p> <hr class="tiny" /> <p>IV.</p> <p class="spacious">THE SAME.</p> <p class="st">Royal 8vo.  Fine paper.  Boards.</p> </div> <div class="works"> <p>V.</p> <p class="spacious"><small>THE</small><br/> HISTORY<br/> <small>OF</small><br/> HARVARD UNIVERSITY.</p> <p class="st sc space-above">By JOSIAH QUINCY, LL. D.,<br/> <small>PRESIDENT OF THE UNIVERSITY.</small></p> <p class="st">2 Vols.  Royal 8vo.  Cloth.  21 Engravings.</p> <hr class="tiny" /> <p>VI.</p> <p class="spacious">AN INQUIRY<br/> <small><small>INTO THE</small></small><br/> <small>FOUNDATION, EVIDENCES, AND TRUTHS</small><br/> <small><small>OF</small></small><br/> RELIGION.</p> <p class="st sc space-above">By HENRY WARE, D. D.,<br/> <small>LATE HOLLIS PROFESSOR OF DIVINITY IN HARVARD COLLEGE.</small></p> <p class="st">2 Vols.  12mo.  Cloth.</p> </div> <div class="works"> <p>VII.</p> <p class="spacious">THE CLOUDS OF ARISTOPHANES.<br/> <small>WITH NOTES.</small></p> <p class="st sc space-above">By C. C. FELTON,<br/> <small><small>ELIOT PROFESSOR OF GREEK LITERATURE IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY.</small></small></p> <p class="st">12mo.  Cloth.</p> <hr class="tiny" /> <p>VIII.</p> <p class="st">PROF. LIEBIG'S REPORT ON ORGANIC CHEMISTRY.</p> <p class="st"><small>PART I. AGRICULTURAL CHEMISTRY.</small></p> <p class="spacious">CHEMISTRY<br/> <span class="xst">IN ITS</span><br/> <small>APPLICATION TO AGRICULTURE AND PHYSIOLOGY.</small></p> <p class="xst sc">BY</p> <p class="st sc">JUSTUS LIEBIG, M.D., Ph.D., F.R.S., M.R.I.A.,<br/> <small>PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF GIESSEN, ETC.</small></p> <p class="st space-above">EDITED FROM THE MANUSCRIPT OF THE AUTHOR,<br/> <span class="sc">By LYON PLAYFAIR, Ph.D.</span><br/> <small>WITH VERY NUMEROUS ADDITIONS, AND A NEW CHAPTER ON SOILS.</small></p> <p class="xst space-above">THIRD AMERICAN, FROM THE SECOND ENGLISH EDITION,<br/> <big>WITH NOTES AND APPENDIX,</big></p> <p class="st sc spacious">By JOHN W. WEBSTER, M.D.,</p> <p class="st">ERVING PROFESSOR OF CHEMISTRY IN HARVARD UNIVERSITY.</p> <p class="st">12mo.   Cloth.</p> </div> <div class="works"> <p>IX.</p> <p class="st">PART II. 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