Early inured to more than private cares,

Near those who held the helm of empire set,

From boyhood conversant with great affairs,

The calm of large minds, small ones' fuss and fret.

So for long years he lived two lives abreast,

The life he fell upon, the life he sought;

To him, from work of Indian rule 'twas rest

To map wealth's currents, sound the depths of thought.

Till he who of our time was widest styled
"Philosopher," for sovereignty or scorn,
Office laid down, and from his books beguiled,
Was to loud hustings and loose Commons borne.

Wise was he, or unwise, his lamp to bear,

With its dry, pale, pure light, athwart the draughts

Of that rude place, into the smoky glare

That serves the work-day politician's crafts?

Who says unwise, the Commons more condemns
Than the one wise man in their ranks astray;
If dunghill cocks for barley-corns slight gems,
What matter to men's minds that wiselier weigh?
'Twas well, methinks, that men this man should see
Leaving the heights of abstract thought, hard won,
For levels, where, though foul and dark they be,
Our England's day's work daily must be done.
-Punch.

A

SYSTEM OF LOGIC,

RATIOCINATIVE AND INDUCTIVE;

BEING A CONNECTED VIEW OF

THE PRINCIPLES OF EVIDENCE AND THE METHODS

OF SCIENTIFIC INVESTIGATION.