ease, we presume that
the reply would be force of character and the strength of habit. Mr.
Stewart has an empire in the world of merchandise which he can neither
be expected to resign or abdicate. We cannot regret that law of
centralization which builds up one marble palace, where hundreds have
failed utterly to make a living. Centralization of trade has its
objections, and yet, upon the whole, there is, no doubt, a much
healthier and happier condition prevailing among the parties connected
with Mr. Stewart, than would be found among the struggling concerns (say
fifty or more) whose place he has taken. Centralization is a law in
trade whose movement crushes the weak by an inevitable step, while, by
compelling them to take refuge beneath the protection of the strong it
affords a better condition than the one from which they have been
driven. To his early perception of this law Mr. Stewart largely owes his
present colossal fortune.

UNHEEDED GROWTH.

As on the top of Lebanon,
Slowly the Temple grew,
All unobserved, though every shaft
A giant shadow threw:

Unheeded, though the golden pomp
Of ponderous roof and spire,
Wrought in the chambers of the earth,
Like subterranean fire:

Until the huge translated pile,
By brother kings upreared,
On Zion's hill, enthroned at last,
In silence reappeared.

So, not with observation comes
God's kingdom in the heart;
But like that Temple, silently,
With golden doors apart.

And all the Mighty Ones that watch,
With folded wings above,
Trembling with awe, now stoop to earth,
On messages of love.

Another Temple riseth fast,
Unbuilt of mortal hands,
Upheaving to the battle-blast
Of Freedom's conquering bands!

The bannered host--the darkened skies--
The thunderings all about,
Foreshadow but a Nation's birth,
Answering a Nation's shout!

RED, YELLOW, AND BLUE.

Alas for the old fashions! Wonder, incredulity, curiosity, and a crowd
of primitive sensations, the whooping host that greeted, like misformed
brutes on Circean shores, the steamboat and the telegraph, are passing
away on a Lethean tide, and our mysteries are departing from among us.
The intelligence which so long gazed wistfully upon the barred door of
nature, or picked unsuccessfully at the bolts, with skeleton theories,
and vague speculations, had learned to try the 'open sesame' of science.
The master key