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 HUMAN NATURE
 May, 1872.
 
 GERALD MASSEY'S LECTURES.
 
        THIS favourite Poet of Progress is engaged by an 
      influential committee to give a series of lectures on Spiritualism, on 
      Sunday afternoons, in St. George's Hall, the particulars of which may be 
      found on a page in the advertising department.  This step is one of 
      the most significant that has occurred in the history of Spiritualism, and 
      shows that literary men of the highest standing may identify themselves 
      with this movement without incurring social ruin.  Any man of genius 
      and power may now become an advocate of Spiritualism with perfect safety 
      to his interests; for if popular opinion throw him off, spiritual opinion 
      is powerful enough to take him on.  Since it was announced that Mr. 
      Massey would lecture in London as above stated, a number of other places 
      have caught up the idea, and flooded our table with inquiries as to 
      whether Mr. Massey would visit them on the same mission.  We do not 
      take it upon ourselves to answer for Mr. Massey, but would recommend all 
      to write to him at Ward's Hurst, Hemel Hempstead, Herts.  He is a 
      lecturer by profession; and for years has been notorious for his allusions 
      to Spiritualism in his public duties on the platform.  We think there 
      is a grand field open for lecturers on the subject of Spiritualism, and it 
      would give us infinite pleasure to know that Gerald Massey had entered it.
 
 As many of our readers as possible, both metropolitan and 
      provincial, should endeavour to be present at the lectures and promote 
      them as much as possible.  It is usual for country people to visit 
      London to attend the May Meetings, and at this season the party of 
      progress have an excellent excuse to follow the usual custom, and 
      participate in Mr. Massey's lectures.
 
 Ed.—this programme of 
		lectures was reported later in 
		The Medium & Daybreak.
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 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 November 1, 1872.
 
 MR. GERALD MASSEY IN THE NORTH.
 
        We have received an advertisement bill from Bishop 
      Auckland, intimating that Mr. Massey will lecture in the Town Hall, on 
      Friday evening, November 8.  Subject: "Facts of my own personal 
      experience narrated and discussed, together with various theories of the 
      alleged phenomena."  The lecture to commence at eight o'clock.  
      Admission—front seats, 1s.; second, 6d.; gallery, 3d.  We also learn, 
      from Mr. Wilson, that Mr. Massey is engaged to lecture at Halifax, on 
      December 18, 19, 20, and 21.  This is a full course, and ought to be 
      imitated in other places of similar size.  If well worked, the effort 
      would prove a great success.  For the benefit of inquirers, we append 
      Mr. Massey's address —Ward's Hurst, Hemel Hempstead, Herts.
 
 GERALD MASSEY'S LECTURES—"We 
      learn that Mr. Gerald Massey is engaged on a prose work, to bear some such 
      title as Myth, Mystery, and Miracle, a series or deep-sea soundings 
      in the abnormal domain of which Mr. Massey has had such a special 
      experience.  Parts of his profoundly interesting subject will be 
      treated by Mr. Massey in a series of lectures, which he is preparing for 
      delivery in this country and the U.S. of America.  Literary societies 
      that desire a preparatory specimen of the work cannot do better than 
      engage Mr. Massey to give them his curious and novel lecture on 'Sun and 
      Serpent Worship.'"—Newcastle Daily Chronicle.
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 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 November 15, 1872.
 
 MR. GERALD MASSEY IN THE NORTH.
 Mr. Gerald Massey's visit to the county of Durham, to 
      lecture at Darlington, Bishop Auckland, and Barnard Castle, has given 
      great satisfaction in each of those towns, not merely to the 
      Spiritualists, who, we need not say, have had a rare treat, but to the 
      general public who patronised his lectures.  The Darlington and 
      Stockton Times says:—
 
        
        
          
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            "One of the most intellectual, 
            and, I may say, influential gatherings that I have ever noticed of 
            the inhabitants or Darlington, assembled on Monday evening to listen 
            to Mr. Gerald Massey's lecture on Spiritualism.  It was, 
            indeed, a strange story that Mr. Massey had to tell—how he was made 
            to believe in Spiritualism, almost in spite of himself.  The 
            evidence was so strong, powerful, and multitudinous that Mr. Massey 
            could not resist it, he tells us.  He tried to account for it 
            by every other means than that of the Spiritualist theory, but 
            failed.  He was assured of the communication of the disembodied 
            spirits of his own relatives, and also others who had passed to the 
            other side.  I heard one or two people say, however, that the 
            lectures were more for those who were to some extent acquainted with 
            Spiritualism than for the general public, though I defy any 
            intelligent man, be he Spiritualist or not, to listen to what was 
            said without having his attention arrested, and the spirit of 
            inquiry excited." |      
      On leaving Darlington, where Mr. Massey was the guest of one of the 
      leading gentlemen of the town, Mr. H. K. Spark, he proceeded to the 
      ancient town of Barnard Castle, where he gave the same two lectures as at 
      Darlington, and where he was most warmly welcomed by a small but 
      enthusiastic circle of friends, at the head of whom is Mr. Joseph Lee, who 
      was mainly instrumental in securing Mr. Massey's services for that place.  
      The lectures were delivered on Wednesday and Thursday evenings.  
      Great quakings, it is understood, were heard on the part of the orthodox 
      at this invasion of their very quiet little town, but nevertheless 
      curiosity and the energy of local friends secured a good house each 
      evening.  The local scribe of the Northern Echo furnished some 
      account of these lectures to his employer, the Editor, who, it will be 
      remembered, made himself conspicuous by condemning Spiritualism while he 
      admitted the phenomena at the time of the late Conference.  The 
      Northern Echo had a large heading over the article which dealt with 
      the lectures, entitled, " Gerald Massey interviewing the Ghost of Müller 
      the Murderer," and the article, we scarcely need say, was quite in keeping 
      with the heading, and ended with the remark, "Many things were propounded 
      difficult of apprehension, very strange to ears unused to them, and to 
      many minds revolting in their rank heterodoxy."
 On Wednesday night Mr. Massey addressed a considerable 
      audience in the Music Hall.  The subject advertised was, "The Man 
      Shakespeare;" but owing to some mischance Mr. Massey had not been informed 
      of the title, and hence was only prepared, as arranged with the other 
      placers on this tour, to give his course on the subject of Spiritualism.  
      However, with the approval of the audience, taken by vote, he delivered 
      his No. 2, or "The Spirit World revealed."  The Subject was treated 
      in the lecturer's usual masterly style, and gave much satisfaction, save, 
      perhaps, to those whose religious prejudices influenced their reception of 
      the truth.
 
 On Thursday the subject was on "The Facts of my own Personal 
      Experience."  Much credit is due to Mr. Lee and Mr. Kepling, who so 
      energetically managed the arrangements of the Barnard-Castle lectures.
 
 From Barnard Castle Mr. Massey journeyed to Bishop Auckland, 
      where our old friend Mr. N. Kilburn, jun., had made every arrangement for 
      his reception for a lecture on Friday evening (of which there is an 
      account appended).  Mr. Massey again returned to Barnard Castle for 
      Sunday, and, on the evening of that day, delivered the third of his course 
      or lectures on Spiritualism, pertaining to the life and miracles of Jesus 
      Christ.  This lecture was given in place of the usual discourse from 
      the pulpit of the Free Christian Church, of which Mr. Joseph Lee is the 
      pastor—a fact which reveals, both on the part of Mr. Lee and his 
      congregation, a freedom and liberality of thought rarely paralleled in the 
      churches of the present day.
 
      GERALD MASSEY AT BISHOP
      AUCKLAND.
 
      On Friday night last, the 8th inst., Mr. Massey lectured in 
      the Town Hall to an audience of 300 people.  The fact that such a 
      number of listeners could be brought together for a lecture will, 
      to those who know the town best, be the most convincing proof of the deep 
      interest taken in the subject of Spiritualism.  Doubtless some few 
      who came out of curiosity rather than in search of knowledge found the 
      lecture technical, deep, and searching; but in Spiritualism, as in other 
      branches or knowledge, there is no royal road to learning; and on this 
      occasion the subject was being fundamentally expounded, rather than any 
      mere oratorical flights indulged in.
 
 The lecture was in part an exhaustive reply to those who ask 
      for facts in connection with Spiritualism.  Mr. Massey carefully 
      narrated, from notes taken at the time, the various experiences which 
      occurred in his own house through the mediumship of his Wife.  From 
      these facts, most minutely analysed, no other possible conclusion could be 
      arrived at save that spirits who once lived on the earth could, and did, 
      under certain laws or conditions, communicate with us.
 
 The so-called explanations of the phenomena, by psychic force 
      and unconscious cerebration, were thoroughly sifted without at all 
      damaging the spiritual theory.  This portion or the lecture was 
      characterised by great depth of thought, and thoroughly taxed the mental 
      capacity of the audience.
 
 The inestimable value of prayer, as a power on the 
      spirit-world, was pointed out in a graphic and touching manner; and its 
      use as a means of spiritual elevation, recalled from that sphere of 
      abstraction into which the creeds have banished it.  Man is a denizen 
      of two worlds: in him meet and blend the spiritual and the natural; prayer 
      is the magnetic link between the two, and is therefore the special 
      attribute of all true Spiritualism.
 
 Spiritualism claims to have substantiated and made real the 
      spirit-land, which is ever near.  It teaches that our actions here 
      are the arbitrators of our position yonder, rather than any misty faith in 
      a wholesale salvation; and while it upholds the justice of God in the 
      punishment of all wrong-doing, condemns, with trumpet-tongue, the lying 
      farce of an eternal hell.  Man, after death, will be his desires and 
      affections personified; therefore, set your affections on the highest 
      things.
 
 God is really our father, not a chemical compound.  Let 
      us draw near to him by communion with those departed ones whose exalted 
      position reveals to them more and more of his power and glory.  In 
      our lives let us act so that no dear one may have to look back with sorrow 
      on us; rather may we be a strength and stay to both worlds.  "Be not 
      afraid! eternally shall truth live on, whilst error shall shrivel up and 
      become as nothing."
 
 We cannot attempt more than the briefest sketch of the 
      lecture, which was characterised by that wealth of thought and 
      illustration which is so profoundly exhibited in the author's works.  
      It is not to be anticipated, from the very nature of the subject, that all 
      present were satisfied or convinced; but certain it is that seeds of truth 
      were sown in many places, which after-time will abundantly reveal.  
      Mr. Massey deserves the lasting gratitude of all who love truth and 
      progress, for his courageous avowal of facts, the recital of which must 
      have cost him many a pang.  We heartily wish him God-speed in his 
      labours.
 
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 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 November 22, 1872.
 
 MR. GERALD MASSEY'S LECTURES.
 We hear frequent echoes of the results of Mr. Massey's 
      lectures in the North.  The newspapers have in general given full and 
      appreciative reports, and when falsehoods and bitter spite were vented by 
      obscure scribblers, such were themselves healthy signs of victory gained.  
      It is not alone the attendance at the lectures, nor the innumerable array 
      of good things said which form the excellency of Mr. Massey's services.  
      The lecturer's fame and personality are themselves a treasure, even if he 
      spoke not a word.  Every person of culture knows who Gerald Massey 
      is—a man occupying the best-earned and one of the foremost places in 
      literature.  This itself makes Mr. Massey's advocacy a telling 
      incident to thousands who do not go near the hall, and the newspaper 
      reports have given a very full expression to the fact.
 
 Some gentlemen of Mr. Massey's position would be disposed to 
      please the popular demand by diluting the subject with that form of 
      thought which is already in good repute.  To the lecturer's credit be 
      it said that this odious charge cannot be for a moment sustained, but 
      rather the contrary, as the following letter from Barnard Castle shows:—
 
        
        
          
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            On the 6th and 7th instant Mr. Gerald Massey 
            delivered two lectures, on Spiritualism to large and intelligent 
            audiences at Barnard Castle; the subject was handled in a masterly 
            style, orthodox theology was fought on its own ground, several 
            ministers were there to hear it, and such was the artillery brought 
            against the old creeds that the most independent thinkers declare 
            that its foundations are terribly shaken; raving priests and foaming 
            bigots raised such an uproar with the old cry, "the church is in 
            danger;" and an attempt was made to get Mr. Massey out of the town 
            before completing his engagement.  This his friends would not 
            submit to, but the Free Christian Church was placed at his service, 
            and a large audience listened to him with great interest for one 
            hour and forty minutes.  The subject was, "The Birth, Life, and 
            Death of Jesus," and again old orthodoxy fell in for a most fearful 
            lashing; he set forth Jesus as an ever-living and spiritual presence 
            which has given encouragement to free and independent thinkers.  
            A few séances have been held, and striking manifestations realised.  
            I would recommend all who wish to study this important subject to 
            listen to Mr. Massey's lecture on the person of Jesus from a new 
            standpoint.  Yours faithfully,                             
            J. L. |      
      A very certain corroboration of the above letter is found in a newspaper 
      report of the Congregational Anniversary at Barnard Castle.  The Rev. 
      H. Kendall, of Darlington, spoke despairingly of the present state of 
      Church affairs.  "As there are tides in the great ocean, so there are 
      tides of grace.  The churches seemed to be in low water at present."  
      The speaker then ran aground on Spiritualism, a very dangerous now 
      continent, on the reef surrounding which a previous speaker had scraped 
      his keel.  The reverend gentleman alluded to Mr. Massey as "a certain 
      individual who had been lecturing last week in Darlington and other places 
      on the subject, and he was amused at that gentleman's curious statements 
      and beliefs."
 The opinion of Christians and theologians was given, viz., 
      that the whole thing was due to the agency of his satanic, majesty.  
      A minister in Darlington, on Sunday last, said that nine-tenths of the 
      matter was humbug—the other tenth due to the devil.  Modern 
      mediums—if living at the time of Moses, or in this country a century 
      ago—would have been put to death.  He warned all Christians to have 
      nothing to do with the matter.  The chairman characterised the 
      lectures on Spiritualism as a mingled mass of nonsense and heterodoxy.  
      The remarks of Mr. Kendall and the chairman were received with 
      enthusiastic applause, and showed what kind of an impression the lecturer 
      had made on a great number of his hearers.—Bishop Auckland Chronicle.
 
 This is all very horrid, reverend brethren, and it must be a 
      source of great uneasiness to your charitable feelings that you do not 
      live "at the time of Moses," and have the glorious and god-like 
      satisfaction of putting the heretics to death.  The nearest approach 
      you can come to it is to allude to the lecturer and not mention his name.
 
 Our chief regret is that Mr. Massey's pressing engagements 
      previous to his departure for America will not permit of his doing much 
      more for our movement, and it is not at his request that we so urgently 
      beseech our friends to take all the work out of him they can.
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 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 January 3, 1873.
 
 GERALD MASSEY AT HALIFAX.
 
        To the Editor.—Dear Sir,—During these last few days 
      there has been such a manifestation of profound intellectuality and 
      Spiritual erudition as has not been experienced in Halifax since Mrs. 
      Hardinge, with benedictions on her head, left us.  There are those in 
      Halifax who are inexpressibly thankful to Gerald Massey for the rare, and 
      I may say wondrously unique treat which be has blessed them with; and the 
      writer of these lines is one amongst them.  Mr. Massey's lectures are 
      the very paragon of excellence, because of the rich vein of thought which 
      runs through them—because of the great, yea stupendous, erudition evinced 
      in them, and because of the beautiful and exquisite diction with which 
      such thoughts and erudition are clothed.  I am sorry to say, sir, 
      that the audiences were very meagre; yet it is somewhat gratifying to 
      record that the few who heard the lectures listened with rapt, attention, 
      so much so that it reminded one of that passage in Lord Lytton's play of 
      the "Lady of Lyons" where Pauline is made to say to her lover Claude, "As 
      the bee hangeth on the honey, so hangeth my soul on the eloquence of thy 
      tongue."  Mr. Massey's first lecture, on "The Man Shakspeare," was a 
      production of a very high order.  It was studded with beautiful gems, 
      such as delight and gladden the refined soul.  The characteristics of 
      Shakspeare were exhibited in a manner which will not be forgotten by those 
      who heard the second lecture, which descanted upon the Spiritualism of all 
      ages, brought truth to view, which, to many, was hid in a heap of 
      mythology; ancient faiths and reputed legends were analysed from the 
      débris of myth and crude fancy, and some spiritual truths were culled.
 
 The third lecture, which was on his own personal experience 
      in connection with Spiritualism, was listened to with mingled feelings of 
      amazement, awe, half incredulity, and yet, withal, with deep and riveted 
      attention.  The statements were so forcibly put as to leave no room 
      for criticism or cavil.  Every loophole by which the prejudiced 
      usually creep out in order to evade the logical conclusion which such 
      facts necessarily involve was effectually stopped up, as it were, to 
      prevent their wonted egress.  Mr. Massey showed incontrovertibly that 
      departed spirits must be the chief agents in producing the phenomena he 
      had described.
 
 There was a somewhat larger attendance on Sunday to hear the 
      lecture on "Jesus Christ."  This lecture evinced the same 
      characteristics as the other—full of beautiful, humane touches—redolent or 
      appropriate repartee and satire, which cleaved deep through the fabled 
      dogmas of orthodoxy, and made an awful wreck of them.  The true life 
      or Jesus , was exhibited in all its pristine beauty—minus the artificial 
      colouring which theologians have bedaubed it with.  His miracles, 
      from his conception to his death, were considered in the light of 
      spiritual science; and it was shown that they were not accomplished in 
      virtue of suspended law, but in accordance with laws of nature, physical 
      and super-physical; or, as some would term it, material and spiritual.
 
 In the evening of the same day Mr. Johnson, of Hyde, spoke in 
      the trance, and touched upon various themes in connection with the 
      philosophy of Spiritualism; but, having to go out on business, I cannot 
      say anything about it, save that the chairman did a little bit of 
      exorcising.  I am told that he interrupted the spirit, and contended 
      that it was not speaking to profit.  Judging from Mr. Johnson's 
      previous addresses in the trance, which I thought were of a high nature, I 
      fancy this interruption would be uncalled for; and I am strengthened in 
      this belief by the fact that two prominent Spiritualists in the body of 
      the hall protested against it, and contended that there were no signs of 
      disapprobation in the audience.  Be that as it may, I myself demur 
      to, yea, detest, interferences of this kind.  I say, let spirits have 
      their opinion as well as mortals.  Apologising for my imperfect 
      communication, I am, yours in haste,                
      A. D. WILSON.
 
 P.S.—Probably there are three causes which militated against 
      the success of these lectures.  In the first place, the weather was 
      very unfavourable; in the second place, it is too near Christmas; in the 
      third place, there is disruption amongst the Spiritualists here.  I 
      regret to say that many Spiritualists who were not interested in Mr. 
      Massey's coming amongst us ill-naturedly kept away, and even on the Sunday 
      got up an opposition meeting—a mode of proceeding, to say the least of it, 
      exceedingly disrespectful to Gerald Massey, not to mention bad manners in 
      other respects.  I sincerely trust that Dr. Sexton's lectures, which 
      are got up under different auspices, will be attended by all 
      Spiritualists.  Let all help, while differing in minor things, to 
      spread the cause which we all have at heart.                       
      A. D. W.
 13, Baker Street, Pellon Lane, Halifax.  December 22nd.
 
 [We rejoice at the sentiments conveyed in these last words.  
      Spiritualism does not seem to have taught these "ill-mannered" parties any 
      thing better than a childish retaliation.  We hope the committee thus 
      aggrieved will pay back in good deeds, and do all they can to promote any 
      action for the good of Spiritualism, though it should be "got up under 
      different auspices."—ED. M.]
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 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 January 31, 1873.
 
 GERALD MASSEY'S LECTURES IN THE NORTH
 AND THE PROGRESS OF SPIRITUALISM.
 
        On Monday of last week Mr. Massey lectured in 
      Middlesborough for the Philosophical Society, the Mayor, R. Stephenson, 
      Esq., in the chair.  There was a pretty large audience, and the 
      remarks of the lecturer were received with repeated salvos of applause.  
      The Gazette says:—"No one who listened to Mr. Massey could doubt 
      the honesty of his belief, and his lecture, which forms only a part or a 
      book he has in preparation on the subject, was adorned by a wealth of 
      allusion and illustration which imparted a charm quite, independent or the 
      particular line of thought which characterised it."  Besides a 
      copious report of the lecture, the same paper devotes a leader to the 
      subject, in which Spiritualism is treated in a remarkably fair and cordial 
      manner.  It is reported that the Swedenborgians are arranging for a 
      lecturer to visit Middlesborough as an offset to Mr. Massey's teachings.  
      The editor of the Gazette cannot understand such conduct, seeing 
      that Mr. Massey claims Swedenborg as one of the greatest Spiritualists or 
      all time.  The editor appropriately remarks:—"The discussion thus 
      raised should contribute to the public enlightenment on a subject, to say 
      the least, very perplexing to the uninitiated.  The proposed lecture 
      is only one indication of the peculiar interest which Mr. Massey's visit 
      to Middlesborough has awakened."
 
 On Tuesday evening Mr. Massey lectured in the Mechanics' 
      Hall, Newcastle, E. Procter, Esq., in the chair.  The lecture is very 
      fully and intelligently reported in the local Chronicle.  Mr. 
      Massey's second lecture was very much better attended than the first.  
      It was on Mr. Massey's personal experiences.  Mr. Councillor Barkas 
      presided, and admitted the existence of some invisible power.  Mr. 
      Massey was listened to attentively, and frequently applauded.  At the 
      close there was discussion and questions asked, which passed off 
      pleasantly, notwithstanding the efforts of several persons to raise 
      difficulties and misunderstandings.  These lectures have produced a 
      very marked impression in the north of England.
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 CHICAGO DAILY TRIBUNE
 December 10, 1873.
 
 CHARLES LAMB.
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 Lecture by Gerald Massey at the Kingsbury Music Hall.
 Gerald Massey, the English poet, lectured last evening at the 
      Music Hall in the Star Course, to a house miserably disproportionate to 
      the fame of the lecturer and the amount of advertising done by his agents 
      in this city.  It may have been the opera, or it may have been something 
      else that left the auditorium about two thirds empty.  The larger part of 
      the audience being chairs, it is not surprising that there was but little 
      applause.  In fact, the audience was rather cold.  It did not applaud any of 
      the effects of the Star orchestra, and waited in mute astonishment, until 
      Mr. Gerald Massey stole quietly in at a side door of the stage, and 
      hurried to his stand, without making a bow, and without introduction. He 
      suddenly opened his manuscript, and began reading with considerable 
      nervous hurriedness. Mr. Massey is not handsome, nor is he in appearance 
      intellectual. His moustache and side whiskers are thin, and his hair is 
      parted in the middle.
 
 The lecture began with a definition of the two qualities of wit and 
      humour, somewhat after the fashion we have generally heard, Mr. Massey 
      speaking, however, with such rapidity that the force of his illustration 
      was lost be the effort to crowd too much into a short space of time. The 
      illustrations were always bright and original, and occasionally brilliant. 
      The subject of the lecture was "Charles Lamb," and the introductory 
      remarks were admirable suited to the body of the discourse, inasmuch as in 
      Charles Lamb, according to Mr. Massey, wit and humour were inextricably 
      blended. Passing from these remarks, he gave a short sketch of Lamb's life 
      from his entering Christ's Hospital, where he first made the acquaintance 
      of Coleridge. He referred to the taint of hereditary insanity in both 
      Charles Lamb and his sister Mary, treating the subject very closely, and 
      with strong pathetic description. There were, he said, various kinds of 
      madness, one kind, such as that which affected these poor creatures, which 
      was a sort of disorganised somnambulism. Mary Lamb, her brother wrote, was 
      during periods of insanity, far more brilliant in conversation than any of 
      his wittiest friends. To the protection and preservation of this sister 
      Lamb devoted his whole life, giving up for this purpose his love's young 
      dream, the memory of that Alice to whom he refers occasionally in his 
      writings. And it was this devotion to his sister, of the grandeur and 
      heroism of which lamb appeared to be quite unconscious, that the lecturer 
      said he wished his hearers to think. Lamb used to kick against the 
      drudgery of his work at the East India House, but it was the very best 
      thing for him. To be taken out of himself by force for six hours a day, at 
      a good salary, was a godsend to Lamb, and a blessing to us. It had given 
      us all the best of Charles Lamb in the smallest possible space, four 
      pocket volumes containing all his contributions to literature. And if he 
      could write all he had to, in four volumes, how much better for him that 
      he did not dilute them into twenty-four.
 
 Lamb was a creature of London, the roots of his nature clung to the bricks 
      of that old Babylon; he never breathed freely, save in its limits; was 
      never at home elsewhere. Whenever he was in the country, he walked out of 
      it as fast as possible. He never liked it, except at one time, and that 
      was when he was in love, and then, like all lovers, he had a sympathetic 
      longing for all green things. The fact that lamb's love of the country (in 
      poetry) survived fresh and green in the heart of the great city, was 
      curious in a literary point of view, as curious, he thought to men of 
      letters, as the discovery by small boys, that mustard and cress would grow 
      upon wet flannel, without taking root in the earth at all.
 
 In describing the appearance of Charles Lamb, Mr. Massey declared that the 
      subject of his discourse was not formed according to the conventional idea 
      of a great man, against which popular fallacy he (the speaker) felt 
      himself to be a standing protest. Charles lamb was not much of a teacher, 
      but he was one of the best good fellows and humorists the world had ever 
      seen, and he left us in his writings, and inexhaustible supply of 
      amusement and keen delicate fun.
 
 The lecture was made up, in the great part, of extracts from lamb's works, 
      chosen with admirable taste, as illustrative of the character and 
      personality of the man whose genial, simple, nature he was discussing, and 
      anecdotes were given, especially towards the end of the lecture, which 
      were listened to with warm appreciation and marked attention on the part 
      of the audience.
 
 Mr. Massey possesses considerable initiative, ability and versatility of 
      expression. He was guilty of an occasional omission of the aspirate and 
      said "unctious" for "unctuous" twice. His delivery is very rapid, puzzling 
      to an audience for some time but agreeable after a little. His 
      spiritualistic leanings were expressed in an occasional remark dropped 
      half unconsciously.
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 BANNER OF LIGHT
 11th Oct., 1873.
 
 Arrival of Gerald Massey.
 It will be seen by the following announcement that Gerald 
		Massey, distinguished as a poet and man of letters, and a Spiritualist 
		withal, was among the recent arrivals at New York.  He is engaged 
		as a lecturer in several of the winter courses, and we hope that our 
		friends will see that he is well cared for.
 
 Gerald Massey, the English poet who has just just arrived in 
		this country, was born in May, 1828, and is therefore forty-five.  
		He was the son of a poor canal boatman, and after hard toil in a 
		silk-mill as a boy tender, at fifteen went to London and found work as 
		an errand boy.  His is another example of the power of genius to 
		make itself known despite all repression of circumstance.  He has 
		published some five volumes of poetry--"Poems and Chansons," "The Ballad 
		of Babe Christabel, and other Lyric Poems," "Craigcrook Castle," and, 
		latest of all, "A Tale of Eternity, and Other Poems."  The latter 
		is a ghostly and strange work.  Massey's strength has been in his 
		lyrics, which have won for him the admiration of the English common 
		folk.
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 BANNER OF LIGHT
 11th Oct., 1873.
 
 Gerald Massey.
 
		Now in this country on a lecturing tour, delivered recently 
		in London a very successful series of lectures on Spiritualism [Ed.—probably 
		the series in Langham Place].  
		He is the author of a little volume, bearing the title "Concerning 
		Spiritualism," in which, assuming the facts as proven, he deals chiefly 
		with the philosophy of the subject.  The following passages in 
		reference to the Darwinian system, &c., will be read with interest:
 
 "Spiritualism will accept evolution, and carry it out and 
		make both ends meet in the perfect circle; with it is the nexus, 
		not on the physical side of the phenomena; without it the doctrine of 
		Mr. Darwin is but a broken link.  Complete evolution is the 
		ever-unfolding of the all-present, all-permeating creative energy 
		working through all forces and forms."
 
 "Mr. Darwin, as much as any theologian, when he does 
		allude to the Creator, appears to look upon him as operating ab extra, 
		and working from without; a mind dwelling apart from matter and 
		ordaining results which are executed unconsciously in his absence; 
		whereas the Spiritualist apprehends him as the innermost Soul of all 
		existence, the living Will, the spiritual involution that makes 
		the physical evlution—the immediate and personal Causation of 
		dynamic force, no matter by what swift transmutations—the creative 
		Energy in presence penetrating every point of space at each moment of 
		time, effectuating His intentions, and fulfilling His creative being.
 
 "Spiritualism will also destroy that belief in the eternity 
		of punishment, which has, for many mourning souls, filled the whole 
		universe with the horror of blackness, and made God a darkness visible.  
		'Ah,' said the dear cheery Old Calvinist, 'these people—the 
		Spiritualists—'believe in a final restitution and the saving of all, 
		but we hope for better things.'  Many good people will cry out 
		in an agony of earnestness, as Charles Lamb stammered in his fun, 'But 
		this is doing away with the Devil; don't deprive me of my Devil.'
 
 "Spiritualism must not destroy the dogma that God has but one 
		method of communicating his love to men, and but one doorway way through 
		he draws them into his presence.  I tell you the God of heaven 
		bends and broods as lovingly, as divinely, and with a balm as blessed, 
		in the dear, appealing, winsome face of my little child, as He can do in 
		face of Christ."
 
 We needn't say more to show that Mr. Massey's little tract on 
		Spiritualism is worth reading; but it will require close attention and 
		study in the reading, for he enters into some of the profoundest of 
		questions of life and creation.
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 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 December 19, 1873.
 
 GERALD MASSEY IN AMERICA.
 Gerald Massey, to quote the Daily Graphic, is no 
      longer the "Coming Man," for the excellent reason that he has come.  
      He has spoken twice, once in Unity Chapel, Harlem, on Sunday, October 
      26th, to a crowded, intellectual, and enthusiastic audience.  His 
      subject was based on the Man Friday's question to Robinson Crusoe, "Why 
      does not God Kill the Devil?"  Under the head of a "Poet Preacher," 
      the Graphic says:
 
        
        
          
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            "The lecture was scholarly, pictorial, glowing, and 
            at times really eloquent. The first part was rather overladen with 
            myth lore for popular effect, but the body of it was practical 
            enough for anybody. Mr. Massey's voice was slightly husky, but not 
            unpleasant. He speaks with great rapidity and nervous energy, and 
            with an earnestness which communicates something of its own glow and 
            fervor to his auditors. He makes no attempt at oratory; he is too 
            much in earnest for that, and perhaps will be all the more effective 
            and successful because of his simple, down-right sincerity and 
            directness in presenting his convictions." |      
      The World has a full and fair report of the lecture.  The 
      Herald intimated that it would take a full page to do justice to its 
      profoundity, and that it was too compactly welded to deal with piece-meal.  
      The Tribune also rendered a very favourable account.  This 
      paper had put in a claim for Mr. Massey to be heard for himself, even when 
      his subject might not seem attractive from the title.  It wrote, when 
      Mr. Massey first arrived in America: 
        
        
          
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                "Mr. Massey comes to us to lecture 
            upon literary subjects. and brings with him a reputation as a 
            lecturer not second to his poetical fame.  In a truer sense 
            than any English writer, he may be called the poet of the poor.  
            But his early association with labouring people did not prevent him 
            from becoming an unusually cultivated and ingenious scholar.  
            He has made the most subtle and curious study of the character of 
            Shakespeare, as shown in his writings, which has yet been put forth.  
            He is at present engaged on a work requiring enormous research and 
            acumen—an investigation of the history of myths and the origin of 
            language.  In the meantime, we do not doubt that the thousands 
            who have read and enjoyed his pure and earnest verse, will be glad 
            to see and hear him on the platform." |      
      On Monday Evening, October 27th, Mr. Massey lectured in Association Hall 
      to an audience which, when the state of the weather and the financial 
      state are considered, was impressively good.  We again quote the 
      Graphic. 
        
        
          
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                "Mr. Gerald Massey made his bow as 
            a lecturer to a New York audience at Association Hall last night his 
            theme being, "A Spirit World Revealed to the Natural World."  
            There was a large and intelligent audience present.  Mr. 
            Massey's manners as a lecturer are pleasing, and the theme is one 
            exceedingly provocative of thought.  The literary merits of Mr. 
            Massey's lectures are of the highest possible order.  He has 
            won the warmest regard of all who think well of their kind by the 
            feeling he has expressed for the poor of his own and every country.  
            There ought to be enough of interest in him and his subject to bring 
            him large audiences in every city of the Union." |      
      Theodore Tilton, in the Golden Age, characterises Gerald Massey as 
        
        
          
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                "A genial, modest gentleman; full 
            of bright thoughts and fancies earnest and sincere in his 
            convictions; enthusiastic in his temperament, and altogether an 
            agreeable and attractive friend.  His lectures will not begin 
            for a week or two, and during the interval he is devoting himself to 
            seeing what he can of our people, and interchanging views on 
            subjects in which he is interested.  One of these is 
            Spiritualism—not its vagaries and follies, but its philosophy and 
            facts.  Another is the labour question, in which his whole 
            heart is interested on the side of the working classes.  
            Another is Shakespearean literature, or which he is a diligent 
            student, and to which he has contributed a stately volume called 
            "The Secret Drama of Shakespeare's Sonnets Unfolded." |      
      As a lecturer, he depicts Mr. Massey as "original in thought, rapid, 
      ardent, and glowing in expression, and honest as the day is long."  
      The Evening Mail predicts that Mr. Massey will receive a warm 
      welcome from all classes of our people. 
        
        
          
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                "He has won at once the cordial 
            will of those who have had the pleasure of making his acquaintance.  
            Those who have admired his genius—and they are a countless host—will 
            not fail to appreciate his modesty, his quiet earnestness, and his 
            unaffected devotion to what he believes to be the truth." |      
      Mr. Massey's literary lectures—such as those on the more familiar subjects 
      of "Lamb," "Hood," the "Man Shakespeare," and the "Story of the English 
      Pre-Raphaelites"—will attract, entertain, and charm our people.  And 
      these are kept quite distinct from his other utterances, which are 
      reserved for those who desire to hear them, and are not thrust on those 
      who do not.  The Sun called Mr. Massey's first lecture— "Spiritualism handled so that Spiritualists did not 
      understand it."
 This was a compliment, however unintentional.  They are 
      immensely mistaken who assume that Mr. Massey has come to America to talk 
      over the trivialities of table-tipping.  He has explained in the 
      Golden Age that, by means of a very peculiar experience, he has struck 
      on a lost track of ancient knowledge.  The first fruits of this are 
      offered in a few of his lectures.  But the fuller unfolding will take 
      one or two large volumes.  There can be no doubt that Mr. Massey has 
      most personal affection for the less popular of his subjects, or he would 
      hardly have run the risk of offering these to audiences in Now York 
      against the advice of the Bureau and his more worldly-wise friends; it is 
      because he feels that he has something new to say, and he thought this 
      country the right place to say it.  He proclaimed on Monday night 
      that Spiritualism, as he understood it and had wrought it out, was a New 
      World's gift that amply repaid all America had ever received from the old 
      world, and concluded his peroration with these words:—
 
        
        
          
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            "It may be the dream was true; it may be flint I saw 
            with visionary eyes. But as I strained them across the Atlantic long 
            before I came, I saw your young world of the West arise and brighten 
            with this new life quickening at the heart of her, this new dawn 
            kindling in her face, throbbing and radiating with auroral splendour 
            of this latest light, as if the millenium morning of humanity's most 
            golden future had touched her forehead first, and she shone 
            illumined, glorified and glorifying, as if in the very smile of 
            God." |  |  
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 THE SPIRITUALIST.
 February 13, 1874.
 
 MR. MASSEY IN AMERICA.
 On more than one occasion Mr. Gerald Massey's lectures in the United 
      States have been too unorthodox for the listeners.  The executive 
      committee of the Chicago Philosophical Society recently replied as follows 
      to a protest from the trustees of the Chicago Methodist Church, who had 
      let their building to the society for the delivery of one of Mr. Massey's 
      lectures:—"We fully recognise not only your right, but your duty, to 
      protest, against any improper use of the church property held by you its 
      trustees, and we are free to admit, in the case of Gerald Massey's 
      lecture, we did not use our usual caution in ascertaining the character of 
      it; and are equally free to say that, had we been aware of its character, 
      we should have declined it."
 
 On the 17th of last mouth, at a dinner which took place in 
      Boston in connection with the Franklin Typographical Society, Mr. Massey 
      said:—
 
        
        
          
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            "I am pleased that the first public social reception 
            given to me in Boston should have come from the working-men.  I 
            was born among the workers, and to them I belong.  At the 
            present time I am associated with a subject that is tabooed and 
            unfashionable—so much so that only a single preliminary word of 
            welcome was given to me by the Boston press.  It has always 
            been my fate to stand on the weaker and unpopular side, and it is so 
            still.  But, gentlemen, I can assure you it was the side that 
            came uppermost, and was the stronger in the end, and I do not doubt 
            it will be so with this much despised subject of Spiritualism.  
            I carry with me from England letters of introduction from some of 
            our foremost people to some of your most honourable citizens.  
            But, as fate would have it, none but the despised Spiritualists 
            invited me to lecture in Boston, and with them have I cast in my 
            lot.  In this connection too, it is pleasant to reflect that 
            all the private hospitality extended to me in America has been in 
            the homes of the Spiritualists." |  |  
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 BANNER OF LIGHT
 28th May, 1874.
 
 GERALD MASSEY'S 
		WORK IN SAN FRANSISCO.
 The News Letter, a literary journal of high 
		merit and popular standing, which is published in the above-named city, 
		thus kindly treats in brief—in its issue of April 18th—of the past life-labors 
		in England, and present especial results in the Golden State by this 
		gifted poet and earnest orator, who on Sunday, May 10th, took leave of 
		the Boston friends at Music Hall preparatory to his homeward voyage 
		across the Atlantic.  To the views expressed by our contemporary of 
		the Pacific slope concerning Mr. Massey, we desire to say, Amen!
 
 "A thoughtful, earnest and original spirit has come amongst 
		us and in the brief space of a week, has created almost a revolution in 
		the domain of intellect, and set those thinking who rarely thought 
		before.  Gerald Massey, until of late years, has been known to the 
		world as a writer of impassioned verse, some of the love strains of 
		which are destined to live as long as our mother tongue shall last, but 
		recently the poetical faculty seems to have given place to the more 
		generally one of the public teacher, and the latter triumphs of our 
		friend have been won upon the lecturer's platform.  Born with 
		somewhat unfavorable conditions for the fostering of the more gentle 
		qualities of our nature, it was somewhat surprising to find a boy of 
		eighteen or nineteen dashing with such charming rhymes as those 
		well-known love-lyrics of his, beginning
 'No jewelled beauty is my love,'
 And,
 'Heaven hath its crown of stars.'
 The former of which has found has found its way into every 
		selection of poetical beauties which in late years has issued from the 
		press.  Sprung from among the people, his association has always 
		been with them, and sympathy for their sorrows and advocacy of their 
		rights have ever enveloped his life, and borne him onward upon the 
		stream which carries the old prejudices of the past toward the great 
		ocean of oblivion.  A deep and inquiring thinker, he has shaken off 
		the trammels of sectarianism and boldly dared to think for himself on 
		all matters most intimately concerning his own moral and spiritual 
		nature.  The conclusions to which he has come upon religious 
		subjects are such as would startle the class of minds accustomed to 
		regard them through the spectacles of their ancestors; but placed as 
		they are before his audience in terse and vigorous language, and with an 
		earnestness which is the fullest proof that they are the purest 
		convictions of their author's mind, they tell the listener that there is 
		much room for doubt as to many of his cherished theories, and send him 
		seeking into new paths for treasures of truth which may lie there, to 
		him as yet unknown.  Mr. Massey's subjects are various and widely 
		separated, and touch the very opposites of mental thought.  Poetry, 
		science and drama, the ancient myths, modern religious creeds, wit and 
		humor, and the teachings of Spiritualism, are all treated by him in 
		their fullest measure, and receive the advantage of candid and impartial 
		research.  The visit of this remarkable man to this city has been 
		unfortunately too brief, and only three of his many topics have received 
		illustration before a San Francisco audience.  The first of these, 
		'The Man Shakspeare,' was a careful epitome of the author's more 
		extended analysis of the sonnets and a pleasant inlook upon the private 
		life of the grand poet of the world.  It was full of gems of 
		masterly English, and when published, as it doubtless will be, will 
		serve as a text upon the phases of Shakspeare's life and character of 
		which it professes to treat [Ed.—see 'The 
		Secret Drama of Shakspeare's Sonnets'].  'Why does not God 
		kill the Devil?' is a startling title, and the interest in the subject 
		displayed by a very numerous audience showed how attractive was the 
		lecture in which the question was to be answered.  In this Mr. 
		Massey scattered to the winds the trumpery doctrine of a personal fiend, 
		and showed that God did not kill the devil because there was no devil to 
		kill.  Bold and perfectly outspoken, he cares not to shelter 
		himself behind glittering flowers of rhetoric, but without a fear dashes 
		into the midst of what be believes to be error, and does his best to 
		vanquish it.  His third lecture, on 'The 
		Coming Religion,' we could not hear, but we are willing to believe 
		that it was marked by all the originality and breadth of thought which 
		distinguished his previous efforts.  It is a matter of regret that 
		we should have seen so little of Mr. Massey, and that his many calls 
		among the cities of the Eastern States forbid the prolongation of his 
		stay.  He may, however, be assured that such is the impression he 
		leaves upon the minds of his hearers, that his second visit to the 
		Pacific Coast will be hailed with delight by a large number of the most 
		thoughtful minds among us, and that a warm welcome will be extended to 
		him when he again bends his steps hitherward.  In the hope that we 
		may soon witness his return, we for a time regretfully bid him 
		farewell!"
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 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 July 31, 1874.
 
 GERALD MASSEY'S LIST OF LECTURES FOR 1874—5.
 
        Mr. Massey has issued the following list of subjects 
      for the ensuing season.  We hope Mr. Massey will be extensively 
      engaged.  The plan which we recently recommended for the introduction 
      of lectures on Spiritualism into the arrangement of Mechanics' 
      Institutions, might be adopted in respect to Mr. Massey.  Special 
      efforts should be made to secure a visit from Mr. Massey in every place 
      where lectures can be got up.  His lectures are of the highest class, 
      fearless and logical, and carry conviction with a class of minds which are 
      repelled by the performances of those where genius is not so sparkling.  
      The recent triumphant tour in America will re-introduce Mr. Massey to the 
      English public with renewed zest.  The list of subjects offered is as 
      follows:—
 
        
        Charles Lamb, 
        the Most Unique of English Humourists.
        A Plea for 
        Reality; or the Story of the English Pre-Raphaelites.
        Why I am a 
        Spiritualist.
        A 
        Spirit-World Revealed to the Natural World from the Earliest Times by 
        Means of Objective Manifestations, the Only Basis of Man's Immortality.
        The Life, 
        Character, and Genius of Thomas Hood.
        Why Does Not 
        God Kill the Devil?  Man Friday's Robinson Crucial Question.
        The Man 
        Shakespeare, with Something New.
        The Birth, 
        Life, Miracles, and Character of Jesus Christ, Reviewed from a fresh 
        Standpoint.
        Robert Burns.
        The Meaning 
        of the Serpent Symbol.
        Old England's 
        Sea Kings.
        The Coming 
        Religion. Address—Ward's Hurst, Hemel Hempstead, Herts.
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 ST. LOUIS GLOBE DEMOCRAT
 Oct. 21, 1875.
 
 GERALD MASSEY INSANE
 
 The Weaver-Boy Poet in a Lunatic
 Asylum.
 (From the New York Mercury.)
 
      [Editorial note: "If you don't read newspapers 
		you're uninformed. If you do read newspapers you're misinformed." (Mark 
		Twain) . . . . errors, omissions and 
      exaggerations in newspaper articles are, and always have been, 
      commonplace.  Thus, when used as primary evidence, such material should be 
      treated with caution.  This article is no exception to that rule.
 
 During the Autumn of 1875, several U.S. newspapers 
      carried brief statements—probably re-postings, as is this article—that 
      Massey had been confined to an asylum.  However, there is no corroborating 
      evidence that this was ever the case.  It is perhaps coincidental that Massey's 
      first wife, Rosina Jane, throughout her married life suffered from an increasingly serious 
      psychological disorder worsened by alcoholism. 
      Thomas Cooper, writing to a friend in 
      1861, had this to say of Rosina
      ".....I wonder that poor Gerald Massey parades the figure of the 
      drunken plague to whom he has so sillily tied himself."—he 
      had little choice; he couldn't leave Rosina on her own.
 
 Towards the end of her life, Massey was encouraged 
      strongly to place his wife in an asylum; this he resisted. Rosina was to 
      die suddenly, of no definite cause, some nine years before the date of 
      this article, so it is possible that we have here a garbled version of 
      that story, which Massey often related in his lectures on spiritualism 
      (e.g. see the report.... 
      Conviction and Conversion).  That said, this article's author 
      (anon) paints an interesting picture of Rosina, of whom we have little 
       
      detailed information, and of Massey's early years on the lecture 
      circuit.  There can be no doubt that Rosina greatly influenced 
      Massey's life—not, for the most part, beneficially—sparking off an 
      interest in Spiritualism that was to absorb much of his later years and  
      give him a living on the lecture circuit, both at home and abroad, long 
      after this piece was written.
 
 (Incidentally, the Lancashire poet
      Samuel Bamford might have owned up to the epithet 
      'Weaver-Boy Poet', but Massey?  Definitely not!)]
 
      
      ________ 
      
Tidings have reached this city from private sources in England that the 
      well-known poet and lecturer, Gerald Massey, is suffering from aberration 
      of mind, and has been placed in a private asylum.  To those that have 
      been at all familiar with the career of the gifted and unfortunate poet, 
      this sad news will not occasion unmixed surprise.  In his marriage, 
      infelicitous as Byron, he has been literally chained to a woman who was at 
      once an Amazon, a Medea and a Venus.
 
 The writer became acquainted with Mr. Massey in the winter of 
      1854-55 in Newcastle-on-Tyne, England.  Gerald was then a young man 
      of twenty-six engaged on a lecturing tour.  For three nights he 
      lectured before the Literary and Philosophical Society of that town, his 
      terms being ten pounds sterling per night.  His success was immense.  
      Lord Ravensworth was the chairman of his second lecture, and the poet was 
      for a couple of days his lordship's guest at Ravensworth Castle.  At 
      every town he visited on that tour he was the guest of the aristocracy, 
      and though this distinction did not turn his head or make him arrogant, 
      there was no disguising the fact that he became in the slightest degree 
      snobbish.  While engaged in lecturing, he was also a regular 
      contributor to the columns of the Athenaeum.  Consequently his 
      worldly circumstances were easy, and he was a jolly but temperate 
      companion.  He talked much of his home, his baby, his Newfoundland 
      dog, Carlo, and his "beautiful, beautiful wife;" and he used to say that 
      the money he made by his lectures very inadequately repaid him for the 
      home happiness he was deprived of during his tour.  He abhorred 
      tobacco, and repeatedly said he could not understand how a man of culture 
      and refinement could introduce the "beastly ador of tobacco into his 
      home."
 
 Everything was lovely with Gerald in those days.  The 
      writer was over half a dozen years his junior, and caught some of the 
      poet's enthusiasm while listening to his fervid eloquence.  Let me 
      describe him as he then appeared: A very little man, with a shock of sandy 
      hair combed straight back, without parting, from the forehead; underneath 
      a pale, careworn face; moustache lighter than the hair; a scrambling 
      goatee; large, luminous iron-gray eyes, an upper lip too large for his 
      face, and a painful lack of character about the lines of the mouth.  
      His hands were as white as those of a hospital patient, and though they 
      were small, the fingers had not that tapering form or delicate tip which 
      are accustomed to associate with the artistic or poetic mind.  He had 
      then written a few poems, one of which was published in the Edinburgh 
      Witness, while the celebrated geologist, Hugh Miller, was its editor.  But that was before poor Gerald was 
      married; or, to adhere strictly to the facts, in the year 1848.  
      Alas! the year after he was married to his queenly-looking Dulcinea; and 
      as she said herself, "Massey's impassioned poetry won me."  We have 
      no room to print the entire poem of "Unbeloved," 
      which won Gerald's wife, but this notice of the man's life would be 
      incomplete without the first verse, which paints his hopeless passion at 
      the time he was courting the beautiful Mabel:
 
        
        
          
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LIKE a 
            tree beside the river
 Of her life that runs from me,
 Do I lean me, murmuring ever
 My fond love's idolatry:
 And I reach out hands of blessing,
 And I stretch out hands of prayer,
 And with passionate caressing,
 Waste my life upon the air.
 In my ears the Syren river
 Sings, and smiles up in my face;
 But for ever and for ever
 Runs from my embrace.
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Mr. Massey was then living in an elegantly-appointed house in 
      Portobello, a couple of miles from Edinburgh.  The writer visited him 
      there in the summer of 1853.  It was impossible to escape the 
      conviction that the poet was then "overshadowed" and hen-pecked by his 
      wife.  She had a grand presence, large jet-like black eyes, a hard 
      mouth, fine teeth, and a form that a sculptor would love to model.   
      After luncheon, Gerald and I took a walk round Arthur's Seat, and he 
      commented enthusiastically, as was his want, on the physical and 
      picturesque contours of the Newhaven fishwomen returning home [to] 
      Edinburgh.  As I left him for the night he said, while clasping my 
      hand with both of his, "My boy you must get married; see how happy I am!"
 
 Two years elapsed, and I heard little of Massey.  But 
      when the winter came I was surprised to see a "poster" in the market-place 
      at South Shields, announcing that "Gerald Massey, the poet, would deliver 
      three lectures in the Central Hall, Chapter Row."  I attended the 
      first lecture.  Its subject was "Hood, and Wit and Humor." 
      [ED.—see also Massey's essays, "Thomas 
      Hood, Poet and Punster" (1855) and "Life 
      and Writings of Thomas Hood" (1863)].
 
 I occupied a back seat, yet I could distinctly perceive that 
      the poet's face was more haggard and careworn than when I last saw him.  
      There was probably a majority of ladies in the fashionable audience, and 
      the lecture proceeded with that rippling eloquence of which Massey was 
      such a master.  His voice—always full, musical and mellow—had lost 
      none of its resonance, and his hearers were alternately dissolved in tears 
      or shaking with laughter.  Tender glances from bright eyes were 
      thrown upon him, and before he had progressed half and hour it required no 
      particularly acute observer to discover that half of the young ladies in 
      the hall adored him.  When he began to recite the "Bridge 
      of Sighs" you could have heard a pin drop, and as he, with touching 
      pathos and lingering sadness, repeated the lines:
 
        
        
          
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            Cross her hands humbly,
 As if praying dumbly,
 Over her breast!
 Owning her weakness,
 Her evil behaviour,
 And leaving, with meekness,
 Her sins to her Saviour!
 |  there was not a dry female eye in the assemblage.
 
 I saw Mrs. Massey gaze round with astonishment.  She saw 
      that the little man was the idol of the hour—that tears were flowing from 
      aristocratic cheeks; that beautiful young hearts responded to the touch of 
      nature which makes the whole world kin.  The sight was too much for 
      her nature.  With a wild, shrill shriek, she apparently fainted away.  
      Poor Gerald advanced to the edge of the platform pale with anger and half 
      unnerved.  Four men hoist the woman and bear her from the place, two 
      matronly women attend and apply restoratives, tidings pass round the hall 
      that the fainting woman is the lecturer's wife, and that she is jealous of 
      him, and after a while the lecture proceeds undisturbed.
 
 At the next lecture I went as a privileged individual with 
      Mr. and Mrs. Massey, to the central Hall.  The lecture was upon 
      "Burns, and Love Poetry."  The hall was crowded; but the lecturer 
      looked as if he expected a sheriff around.  He was fidgety and 
      restless, and his annunciation was at times indistinct.  I sat 
      besides Mrs. Massey.  She said to me in a whisper; "Look"  
      Gerald is in love with that lady; I know it.  See how he looks at 
      her!"  Almost immediately came the recitation of the poem, "To Mary 
      is Heaven," and with an amazonian yell, Mrs. Massey fainted away, and I 
      was one of the bearers who conveyed her from the premises.  It was 
      the same story wherever he lectured.  Mrs. Massey systematically 
      fainted away, and had to be carried from the hall, while he looked on with 
      an expression of poignant anguish.  There was no aristocratic houses 
      offering their hospitality to the poet and his wife now; but there were 
      humble friends who were not banished like bees by the wintry weather, who 
      now surrounded him, and who offered their "best apartments" as a dwelling 
      for the poet and his wife.  And in one of these comfortable, 
      unpretending houses—No. 9 Summerhill Terrace, Newcastle-on-Tyne—I dined 
      with Massey and his wife in 1858.  it was Sunday, and after dinner 
      Mr. M—, Massey and myself retired to the "library" to smoke.  There 
      was no sentimental aversion to tobacco now in the poet's mind; but he had 
      a lingering fear—and expressed it— that "she" might burst into the room 
      at any moment.  It was as he expected.  She opened the door, 
      and, with the appearance of a Medea, cried: "Gerald! don't you know 
      'Carlo' is dying?"  This was the dog, and the affect on the little 
      sensitive man was most distressing.  Soon after she returned with the 
      announcement: "Gerald, our little Freddy is sick."  "O, curse you," 
      cried Massey, throwing down and breaking his long clay pipe, "you will 
      kill me!"  At every town in which he lectured these scenes were 
      repeated.  And she would wake him up in the night to retail horrible 
      visions, where some cherished member of his family was predicted dead.  
      By and by he began to believe that his wife possessed the power of 
      divination, and it was then not a difficult road for him to reach a 
      profound belief in Spiritualism.
 
 His vagaries in the spiritualistic business are notorious to 
      all newspaper readers.  In all of these eccentricities he has been 
      assisted by his wife.  Together they have seen visions of babies and 
      hogs, and discovered that the bones of the weird visitors were buried 
      beneath the Massey hearthstone.  These absurd visions he minutely 
      described in the London Spiritualist, and then his friends and 
      well-wishers began to suspect that his mental balance was shaken.  A 
      few years since, it will be remembered, he lectured in Boston and other 
      New England towns on spiritualism.  But the man had lost his 
      magnetism, and the lectures, as they deserved to be, were an absolute 
      failure.  In point of fact, poor Massey has been approaching insanity 
      for years.
 
 Most of Massey's latest writings have been on the subject of 
      spiritualism, and his most intimate friends have regarded every succeeding 
      speech or article as a nearer approach to lunacy.  Massey will not be 
      regarded by critics as a strictly original poet.  Taking Tennyson as 
      his model, he has, to some instances, almost servilely imitated that great 
      master.  Still, there are poems of Massey's that can only perish with 
      the English language.
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 From
 
 THE BANNER OF LIGHT
 Boston, March 15, 1884.
 
 Gerald Massey in Springfield, Mass.
 Sunday, March 9th, Gerald Massey, the distinguished lecturer 
      on the origins of Religions, gave a learned exposition of the fable of the 
      "Fall of Man" in Genesis.  The audience was very large and paid 
      strict attention.  Many of our editors and professional men were 
      present.  His explanation of the astronomy of the ancient Egyptians 
      throws a flood of light upon the story of the Garden of Eden, the Serpent, 
      the Tree of Knowledge, etc.  It was almost like a new revelation to 
      us to hear such clear and unanswerable explanations of these Bible myths.
 
 Mr. Massey ought to be heard in every city in New England 
      before he goes West, for he has information of the gravest importance to 
      give to the people.  His lectures lay bare the false foundations of 
      Christianity, and prove conclusively that the dogmas and ceremonies of the 
      Christian Church are misrepresentations of myths of antiquity whose 
      original signification has been lost to the people in the lapse of ages, 
      and yet whose meaning can be restored by a careful study of the mythology 
      of Egypt.
 
 Public libraries ought to have Mr. Massey's book "Natural 
      Genesis" which gives in full his discoveries; and his lectures, which are 
      a popularized epitome of his researches, should eventually be printed in 
      cheap form for the masses.*
 
 Mr. Massey has a magnetic voice and an earnest manner, and 
      both his thought and his delivery insure a charmed and instructed 
      audience.  He will give two lectures at Gill's Hall, Sunday, March 
      16th.  The subject for the evening lecture will be "The 
      Historical Jesus and the Mythical Christ."
 
 Prof. Milleson will speak here on March 23rd, and James R. 
      Cocke, the blind musical medium, the 30th. The Spiritualists' Union will 
      have a meeting here on the 31st, particulars of which will be given you 
      next week.
 H. A. BUDINGTON.
       * Ed.  While 
      not material that the "masses" would readily take up, as Mr. Budington 
      appears to think likely, Massey did eventually arrange (in 1887) for his 
      principal lectures to be printed individually as inexpensive booklets.  
      These, which are reproduced on our lectures page, remain available in modern reprints. |  
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 From
 
 THE BANNER OF LIGHT
 Boston, March 22, 1884.
 
 Gerald Massey in Springfield, Mass.
 Another full and very intelligent audience assembled Sunday evening, March 
      16th, to hear Mr. Massey in his masterly lecture on "The 
      Historical Jesus and the Mythical Christ."  In this discourse 
      parallels are drawn between the gods of Egypt and the Christian Christ, 
      showing from the "Book of the Dead" that most of the stories of Jesus 
      found in the four gospels are modified copies of the Egyptian myths.
 
 A number of citizens from other churches and some or our best 
      thinkers among the unchurched were present.  The views of Mr. Massey 
      were new and startling to most, and yet they are founded on the facts of 
      facts of Egyptology.  The Springfield Republican reported the 
      lecture, giving an unusual amount of space to it.
 
 Prof. Milleson of Boston will lecture here next Sunday, the 
      23rd, and in the evening exhibit his paintings and diagrams of the 
      spirit-body, which he has made a study of for years, and which he claims 
      to have been shown clairvoyantly some new and beautiful truths.
 H. A. BUDINGTON. |  
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 From
 
 THE BANNER OF LIGHT
 Boston, Saturday, April 19, 1884.
 
 Gerald Massey.
 The poet, the scholar and the orator, concerning whom the friends of 
      Spiritualism on both sides of the Atlantic cannot do other than cherish an 
      appreciative memory, in view of the important services which he has, by 
      research, voice and pen, rendered the cause, is at present speaking in the 
      West, having just concluded his initial engagement in that quarter, at 
      Cleveland, O.
 
 Mr. Massey's first lecture in Cleveland was given on the 
      evening of April 6th.  Though the weather was very inclement, the 
      Church of the Unity, in which it was delivered, was crowded with an 
      appreciative audience.  The subject was "The Mystery of Evil," and it 
      was dealt with in a manner so much out of the common course that every 
      word was listened to with the utmost degree of attention.  The 
      lectures that followed increased the public interest, and when the 
      concluding one of the series was delivered, many regrets were expressed 
      that there were no more to be heard.  Very favorable mention of them 
      was made by the press some of the papers giving quite lengthy notices, 
      including the leading points of each.
 
 The manner in which Mr. Massey turns his scholarship and 
      learning to spiritualistic account is remarkable.  For example, it is 
      commonly assumed that what is termed the phallic religion, the types and 
      symbols of which are found the world over, originated in a worship of the 
      generative powers.  But Mr. Massey proves, in his lecture on
      Man in search of his soul during 
      many thousand years, that the phallic imagery was first employed by 
      primitive man in the burial of the dead, whether in the re-birth place of 
      the Egyptians, the caves of Europe, or the "Navel-Mounds" of the red men.  
      He shows that the dead were buried in the tomb as the locale of re-birth; 
      end that the natural imagery of reproduction in this life was repeated as 
      the symbolism of reproduction and resurrection for another.  In this 
      way he makes use of Spiritualism, the light of to-day, to read the 
      far-off facts that have been obscured in the dark places of the past.  
      His mode of treatment has proved interesting to all men, whether 
      Spiritualists or not.  For instance, Courtlandt Palmer, the President 
      of the Nineteenth Century Club, testifies that he heard Mr. Massey's 
      lecture in New York with the most profound interest; and although a 
      Positivist himself, he says Mr. Massey's facts and deductions are of the 
      utmost value according to any theory of the world.
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 From
 
 THE BANNER OF LIGHT
 Boston, Saturday, 3 May 1884.
 
 Gerald Massey in Grand Rapids.
 The Grand Rapids (Mich.) Eagle, April 21st, speaks as follows 
      regarding Mr. Massey's Sunday discourse in that place:
 
        
        
          
            | "Quite a large audience listened to the lecture in Powers' Opera 
            House yesterday, by Gerald Massey, on the 'Mystery of Evil,' and all 
            seemed delighted with his masterly handling of the subject—some of 
            them saying that they could listen two hours longer without being 
            wearied.  He gained their close attention from the first and 
            held it till the close.  Mr. Massey is a rapid speaker, will a 
            great command of words, yet often his fervid sentences demand the 
            closest attention.  By some he is called Emersonian in his 
            epigramatic utterances; but as a speaker his delivery as compared 
            with Emerson's, is like the rushing storm as compared with the 
            steady breeze of a dull morning.  He may be set down as 
            pleasing and instructive speaker, whether his views are shared by 
            his auditors or not, and an impetuous platform orator."
 |  Mr. Massey spoke in Grand Rapids April 20th, 23d and 25th, 
      and was to lecture there again the 28th.  As noted in these columns 
      last week, he intends to devote some six weeks in May and June to places 
      between Chicago and San Francisco, on his way to Australia, where it is 
      said he has just concluded negotiations to deliver ten lectures.  The 
      friends all along the route should make every effort to secure the 
      services of this ripe scholar and eloquent speaker.
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 From
 
 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 16 January 1885.
 
 Republished from The Harbinger of Light, 1 November, 1884.
 
 GERALD MASSEY IN AUSTRALIA.
 _______
 On the evening of September 29, a conversazione was given in 
      Melbourne, to the members and friends of the Victorian Association of 
      Spiritualists, Mr. C. Johnston, President, in the chair.  Between 300 
      and 400 persons were present. "The Harbinger of Light," November 1, 
      reports the following:—
 
 "Mr. Gerald Massey, who was received with applause, responded 
      cordially to the words of welcome that had been spoken.  He was, he 
      said, one of those 'cranks' called Spiritualists.  He was not an 
      abnormal medium, as one of the papers had made him say, but his first wife 
      was mediumistic, and through her he had received many proofs.  He 
      spoke of his state of health when he left England, after the completion of 
      his book, as very low, but he was glad to say he now found himself, after 
      his travels, very much better.  He thought that Spiritualists did 
      not, as a rule, learn sufficiently from nature.  They believed in the
      natural; only that in that expression they properly included the 
      domain of the spiritual.  But some Spiritualists, the moment they 
      found that certain extraordinary phenomena were true, at once thought that 
      it proved all the miracles recorded in the Bible to be true likewise.  
      These, however, were simply myths, and had to be interpreted by the light 
      of mythology.  Spiritualists ought to be educated in the doctrine of 
      Evolution.  The Denton Museum, which he was glad to see there, was a 
      step in the right direction, and he was also glad to find that the young 
      had an opportunity of being freed from the damnable doctrines which had 
      cursed their forefathers.  Everywhere he went, he had found the 
      Spiritualists in a chaotic state, with many divergences of opinion, and he 
      had come to the conclusion that the object of Spiritualism was essentially 
      to make people independent in mind, and that they were not meant to think 
      alike, and that these divergences of opinion really formed a species of 
      protective bristling chevaux de frise around their facts.  He 
      approved, however, of any attempt at confederation; for though they could 
      not meet to agree to think alike, they could meet to agree to do 
      something, to carry out some plan of action.  He was not exactly a 
      representative sent out by English Spiritualists, but in some sort he did 
      represent them, and, therefore, in conclusion, in their name he tendered 
      to his hearers a cordial greeting."
 
 Mr. Massey has been lecturing in the Theatre Royal, Sydney, 
      to crowded audiences.  Of his lecture on "The Fall of Man," The 
      Liberal says: "We have no hesitation in describing it as the most 
      elaborate, the most learned, the most profound, and the most absorbingly 
      interesting discourse ever delivered in the City of Sydney."
 
 We regret to learn that Mr. Massey has been taken ill in 
      Sydney.
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 From
 
 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 27 November 1885.
 
 Republished from The Rationalist, Auckland, New Zealand,
 Sunday, August 30, 1885.
 
 ORATION BY GERALD MASSEY
 _______
 
 PERORATION TO "A LEAF FROM THE BOOK
 OF MY LIFE."
 Mr. Gerald Massey again lectured on Sunday evening 
      last, to a large audience.  The subject of the lecture was "A Leaf 
      out of the Book of my Life."
 
 In his introductory remarks, Mr. Massey said: We have a class 
      of journalists in London and elsewhere, who grin for the public through 
      the horse-collar of the press.  Their duty is to make fun of all that 
      is foreign to them.  The more the seriousness the greater the 
      absurdity.  Such writers have no comprehension, and can have no 
      respect for the love of truth, which alone could compel a man to volunteer 
      his testimony all the world round to an unpopular truth, in a case so 
      painfully personal as this of mine.  In the course of my life I have 
      been a fighter in the forlorn hope of more than one unpopular cause, 
      beginning as a Chartist, but the clown who grins professionally for the 
      press must not, therefore, assume that I am the champion of an 
      unparalleled imposture.  I am impelled to tell my story solely 
      because it is true, and because it enables me at times to be of use to 
      others who may be in the midst of some peculiar experience, the mystery of 
      which they cannot fathom by themselves.  I am not here to 
      proselytize; only to state facts, and now and again to draw an inference.  
      We cannot generalize or form an opinion on any subject unless we have the 
      facts to go upon.
 
 We reproduce the conclusion of the lecture verbatim:—
 
 Mind you, I am not going to claim for Spiritualism any more 
      than it will carry. These phenomena, if true, are not about to prove and 
      re-establish the mythical miracles of the Old or New Testament as true.  
      The sun never stood still in heaven, in any time past, tho' all the tables 
      on earth should take to dancing in the present.  I am aware that the 
      first effect of these phenomena on many observers, is to make a profound 
      appeal to the feeling of religions awe, and therefore to confirm the 
      orthodox in all the errors of their early thought.  If certain 
      extensions of recognised laws take place in the present, why may not all 
      the mythical miracles of the past be veritable matters of fact; and of 
      course they may, if we have no means of distinguishing between them.  
      Thus, the primary tendency of spiritism, is to rehabilitate all the old 
      beliefs that have been founded on misinterpreted mythology, which have 
      been, and are, the cause of natural enmity between men of science and the 
      facts of spiritism themselves.  It seems to me that the diablerie and 
      the grotesquerie of the modern phenomena may be humorously directed 
      against the sham divinity that would otherwise have been exalted to the 
      pedestal from which other false gods have been dethroned.  No more 
      infallibility.  I soon saw that if the old book were plumped into the 
      new boat, unexplained, it would scuttle it and might sink it.  The 
      so-called Christian Spiritualists, for example, are never tired of 
      proclaiming that the facts of Spiritualism and the miracles of the Bible 
      are identical; and that if one are true, the others were.  But, 
      supposing some comparative mythologist comes and shows us that Hebrew 
      miracles are Egyptian myths, and explains their symbolical nature 
      according to evidence yet extant, although unknown to the people of one 
      book—proving that the assumed miracle never meant what has been 
      assumed,—then the tables are turned on the Christian Spiritualists.  
      This was why I devoted the best years of my life to the matter of 
      mythology; and I have shown that the miracles of misinterpreted mythology 
      are not to be explained by modern Spiritualism, but by mythology itself; 
      when explained they are true to neither the one nor the other, but are 
      repudiated by both.
 
 There are valid reasons why the theoretic and ideal 
      Spiritualism of orthodox theology, that was based upon a false 
      interpretation of ancient ideas, is, and must be, at enmity by nature with 
      Spiritualism of free and original thought that is based on phenomenal and 
      verifiable facts,—which is at liberty to explore and seek the sources of 
      the manufactured mystery of the present in the primitive mysteries of the 
      past.  It is at enmity to-day.  By and by it will gradually 
      claim our facts in order that these may help to rehabilitate and 
      re-establish its own exploded fallacies!  But, it will be too late!  
      The fictions will have been found out first!  Hence the necessity for 
      orthodoxy holding aloof a little longer.  Some writers regret its 
      attitude, and its opposition to Spiritualism!  But this is its 
      testimony to the truth,—coming as it does from those who have always 
      opposed that which is scientifically true.  If orthodoxy could have 
      assisted at the birth of Modern Spiritualism it would have been only with 
      the view of procuring an abortion, or of surreptitiously making sure that 
      the babe should be at least still-born!  They have done enough!  
      They have brought death into the Mental World, enthroned a dying Deity in 
      Heaven!  Theirs is the past with its dead yesterdays!  The 
      living future's long to morrow is ours.  In conclusion, I have to 
      confess that the Spiritualists, as a body, are possibly the most curious 
      agglomerate of human plum-pudding-stone in the world—an aggregate of the 
      most cranky and kinky individualities ever massed together.  We are 
      drawn, but by no means bound together, by the facts to which we testify in 
      common.  We are an inchoate and an incoherent cloud of witnesses.  
      Of one thing only do we speak with one voice.  That is the reality of 
      our facts; the actuality of our phenomena, to which I bear true witness 
      to-night.  But, mark this!  It was not Spiritualism that 
      created, or is accountable for, this bristling crowd of cranks!  
      These are the diverse outcome of other systems of thought.  These are 
      the warts on the stricken and stunted tree.  These are the thistles 
      and thorns of uncultivated fields; the wanderers, during forty years, in 
      the theological wilderness; the rebels against usurped authority; 
      devil-may-cares who are determined to do their own thinking, be the 
      consequence what it may.  We club together, all the excrescences of 
      characters that never could attain a natural growth under the old cramping 
      conditions, and of these we will yet make a knottier iconoclastic mace for 
      breaking down the false images set up for worship.  We stand with all 
      our divergences distinct, but massed together like a chevaux-de frize 
      of serried spears around one central truth, whoever, may advance against 
      us, or touch it whoso dares!  Spiritualism is sure to be terribly 
      iconoclastic!  It means a new light of revolution in the world from 
      the old eternal source.  And you cannot have new light let in without 
      seeing many old acquaintances with a new face.  Many aspects of 
      things will change; and some things that we mistook for live faces will 
      turn into the sheerest masks of mockery, and whiten with the sweat of 
      dissolution running down them.  The old grounds of belief are 
      breaking up rapidly, no matter what fresh efforts may be made to deceive, 
      delude, and secure the ignorant, the infants, or the aborigines.  The 
      orthodox creed is doomed to reversal, even as a dish is wiped clean, and 
      turned upside down.  The foundations of the false, cruel, and gory 
      faith are all afloat.  It was built as the Russians rear their Summer 
      Palace on the frozen river Neva, and the great thaw has come suddenly upon 
      them; the ominous sounds of the final break-up are in their ears, their 
      anchorage and place of trust is crumbling before their eyes.  For 
      they had built on the very things (or condition of things) which had 
      sealed up the running springs, and stayed the stream of progress in its 
      course.  They have arrested for the purpose of resting.  And 
      here is the hint of Science, of Spiritualism, of Materialism, of 
      Freethought, in every form.  That they must move on, and get out of 
      the way, or be moved off for ever.  The fraud founded on a fable is 
      found out.  The Christian religion dies, in proportion as it loses 
      the power to persecute.  Spiritualism, as I interpret it, means a new 
      life in the world, and new life is not brought forth without pain and 
      partings, and the sheddings of old decay.  New ideas are not born in 
      the mind without the pains and pangs of parturition and to get rid of our 
      old in-grained errors of false teaching, is like having to tear up by the 
      root the snag of one's own teeth, with our own hand.  But, by our own 
      hand and will this has to be done, for nothing else can do it.  New 
      light and life, however, do not come to impoverish, they come to enrich; 
      and no harm can befall the nature of that which is eternally true.  
      It is only falsehood that fears the transfiguring touch of light; that 
      must needs shrink and shrink until it shrivels away.  Spiritualism 
      will prove a mighty iconoclast, but the fetishes and idols it destroys 
      will yield up their concealed treasures of innermost truth, as did the 
      statue which was destroyed by Mahmoud, the image-breaker.  The 
      priestly defenders offered him an enormous sum to spare their god, but he 
      resisted the bribe and emote mightily with his iron mace; down fell the 
      image, and as it broke there rolled out of it a river of pent-up wealth, 
      which had been hoarded and hidden within.  It will take a long time, 
      said a learned professor, before this sort of thing—Spiritualism—saves 
      the world.  And this expression of an obsolete system of thought was, 
      no doubt, considered to be a "modern instance" of wisdom.  But the 
      world has never been lost, and consequently, does not need to be, and 
      never can be, saved, in the sense intended such language has lost its 
      meaning for us, it has become one of the dead languages of the past; we 
      have quite another use for the facts found in Nature.  Spiritualism 
      will have done a great work, if only by abolishing that craven fear of 
      dying which has been instilled into us from before birth, the child in 
      embryo having been made to embody the mother's shudderings at the 
      frightful language used by the torturers of souls, who fulminate from the 
      pulpit.  If it sets us free to do our own thinking as rational men 
      and women, who have so long and so profoundly suffered from the 
      pretentions of the Sacerdotalists, who continue to peddle from the pulpit 
      in the name of God, a system of delusion, the foundations of which are to 
      be discovered at last in misinterpreted mythology.  Against which 
      system of false teaching, I, for one, am at war to the death, with any and 
      every weapon I can lay hands on, including this most potent weapon—the 
      sword of Spiritualism.
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 From the
 
 BROOKLYN EAGLE
 Nov. 18, 1883.
 
 The Views of the People Upon a variety of Topics.
 
 Recollections of Gerald Massey.
 To the Editor of the Brooklyn Eagle:
 
 Mr. Gerald Massey's presence in this country recalls many old 
      time memories.  It in fully thirty years since I met him last, a 
      young English Radical filled with all the stir and hope expressed in 
      Massey's poems.  We than believed truly that as he sang:
 
        
        
          
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            "'Tis coming up the steep of time,And this old world in growing brighter,
 We may not see its dawn sublime,
 Yet high hopes make the heart, beat lighter,
 'Tis coming, yes, 'tis coming."
 
            The People's Advent |  
        
          
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            Gerald Massey, ca 1854. |  
      Let me see, that must have been in 1849, and Mr. Massey must have been 
      less than twenty years of age.  I remember him distinctly.  He 
      was below rather than above the middle stature, of slender frame, not a 
      weakling by any means, with a face of marked beauty and clearness of 
      outline.  It was striking too, with its heavy mane of brown hair 
      falling back in a full unparted wave from a broad and well moulded 
      forehead, beneath which were luminous and large eves, full of light and 
      gray in color, if I am not mistaken.  His nose was strong and 
      straight, and the mouth also full and well shaped.  His manners or 
      ways, were a little rustic, but full of grace and inate dignity of 
      character.  I recall his voice with pleasure, for he talked or 
      lectured at the John street Institute, Fitzroy Square, quite near to 
      Tottenham Court Road.  I think, also, he was a student at the 
      Workingmen's College, in Golden Road,  I believe, under the 
      presidency of Frederick Denison Maurice, and tutored by such types of 
      Christian socialists as Charles Kingsley and Thomas Hughes.
 
 Gerald Massey, speaking from the English point of view, is 
      essentially a man of the people; he had a hard time or it too, in his 
      youth, and found out, as he himself said in a preface to the earlier 
      edition of his poems, that the muse does not love entertainment which is 
      not fit for man or beast.  "So many lions are in the way of the gate 
      beautiful," wrote the poet, "that if the poor man's heart breaks out in 
      song, it is like to fall in hailstones, rather than fructifying rain."
 
 Mr. Massey was born in Devon*, so much I remember.  
      His father, who labored on a canal, died when Gerald was about nine or ten 
      years old*.  His mother worked hard and effectively to give 
      the boy some sort of education.  It was not much a child of the poor 
      could get in those days—forty years and more ago—in the parish schools of 
      rural England.  But the times were seething with thought.  
      Gerald Massey became known, almost famous, I might say, by his lyrical 
      outbursts, early in 1848.  Of course I know that he has surpassed the 
      expression of his hot youth, but I am sure that none of us will love him 
      more in the later and more distinctly artistic work of his teeming 
      imagination and scholarly brain than we did then and since, for the 
      splendid passion and power of his outcry.  He voiced, as no young 
      soul and brain had ever done, the cry of English labor and sympathy with 
      the revolutionary outbreaks of that time.  We were all Chartists, of 
      course, and Gerald among the rest.  What a time that was; the march 
      of young Europe in 1848?  I could easily recall song after song, poem 
      after poem, wherein Massey, with fervor and exuberant expression, gave 
      fire and flame, form and harmony to the aspiration of his class and 
      people, his time and its wrongs.  I was a young fellow who looked on 
      afar off and worshipped. And I am glad to have done so; to me, Gerald 
      Massey was really the Alton Locke and more of the period.
 
 What a time it was, I say!  There were the young men of 
      the Christian Socialist school—knightly fellows all. They included not 
      only Maurice, Kingsley, Hughes, but Neale, Lord Godolphin, Robertson, of 
      Brighton, and many another. "Alton Locke" had just been written and 
      "Yeast" gave form to the problems of unrest and struggle.  Gladstone 
      and Disraeli were still young men.  Mazzini had made a heroic effort 
      for Italy, and Kossuth's name was an oriflame to us all.  I remember 
      a poem in 1849, "England's 
      Welcome," I think is its title, which Gerald Massey issued at the time 
      of the Hungarian apotheosis in London.
 
 No, I do not positively recollect when Massey first came to 
      London, nor exactly what he did in the way of employment.  I think he 
      was there in 1848, and he probably had some connection with the Liberal 
      press.  The John street Institute, where I saw him first, if I recall 
      the incidents aright, was as to matters of faith, the opposite of the 
      Working Men's College.  It was in fact the college of the Secularist 
      movement founded by George Jacob Holyoake, 
      after his imprisonment as a free thinker for blasphemy in 1845 or '46.  
      The institute itself existed before that, being for a long period the 
      headquarters of the Free Thinkers' movement in London.  There was a 
      large hall, a fine library, coffee and class rooms.  Lectures were 
      given on educational and scientific themes and classes were formed and 
      carried on, at which hundreds of young people were taught.  The hall 
      was the meeting place of nearly every Radical movement of the times.  
      Fanny Wright (Mlle. D'Arasmont), Holyoake, Southwick, Hetherington,
      W.J. Linton (the artist engraver and 
      author), young Bradlaugh, Lloyd Jones, William Howitt, Mazzini, Jullian 
      Harney and many scores more were frequent as speakers and teachers at John 
      street. Gerald Massey soon became known there, and was of course greatly 
      admired and beloved too.
 
 These are my recollections of the poet.  I left England 
      early in 1851, and only know of him since all the world knows.                                              
      COLONEL.
 
 * Ed. — Massey was born at Tring in Hertfordshire.  
      His father, William, died on 6 October 1880, when Massey was 52.
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 From
 
 THE NEW YORK TIMES
 Sunday, November 18, 1883.
 
 A NEW PHILOSOPHY.
 It is unfortunate that Mr. GERALD MASSEY 
      has arrived in this country at a time when the Concord School of 
      Philosophy is not in session.  There can be no doubt that Concord is 
      his true sphere.  Anything vaguer and more unthinkable than Mr. MASSEY'S 
      lecture on "Man's Search after His Soul" has never previously been 
      written, and had it been delivered in Concord last Summer, the fame of the 
      Joneses and Harrises would have been at once and for ever eclipsed.
 
 Being an exceptionally profound philosopher, Mr. MASSEY 
      of course rejects the Christian religion and treats if with lofty 
      contempt. He has a philosophic system which is infinitely better than the 
      philosophy and morality of Revelation.  Through the magnificent 
      vagueness and unequaled unintelligibility of his lecture we find 
      occasional glimpses of the grand system of which Mr. MASSEY 
      is the prophet.  It consists briefly in the theory that man has seven 
      souls, and that he obtains proof of the existence of his seventh and only 
      really valuable soul by getting drunk.  The state of drunkenness is a 
      state of "spiritual awakenment," and in this state man may interrogate 
      nature, become as "a spirit among spirits," and indulge in various other 
      useful and entertaining games.  The divine drunkenness of which Mr. MASSEY 
      treats is not produced exclusively by alcohol or opium.  Mesmerism is 
      a cheaper stimulant, and what is known as the trance state is the variety 
      of drunkenness best adapted for communion with our seventh souls.  A 
      more simple and beautiful system of philosophy and religion than this has 
      never been invented, and its invention proves Mr. MASSEY 
      to be one of the giant philosophic intellects of the age.  Think for 
      a moment how much easier is Mr. MASSEY'S answer to 
      the inquiry what must a man do to be saved? than is the answer set forth 
      in the New Testament—if Mr. MASSEY will excuse the 
      mention of that unphilosophic work in the same breath with his private and 
      patent philosophy.  Mr. MASSEY'S answer 
      virtually is: "Get drunk and commence with your seventh soul."  This 
      is what any man with a little whisky or few pennies can do, and it ought 
      to become immensely popular.
 
 It is possible that the Concord philosophers will disapprove 
      of Mr. MASSEY'S teachings.  They have been 
      trying with vast labor and waste of words to find out the unthinkable, 
      when, according to Mr. MASSEY, they could have 
      attained the summit of all knowledge by the help of a few mesmeric passes 
      or a few gills of whisky.  This renders the whole Concord School of 
      Philosophy, with its lectures and essays, a waste of time, and takes away 
      from JONES, HARRIS, and their 
      kind their occupation.
 
 It seems ungrateful to find even the slightest fault with Mr. 
      MASSEY'S lecture, but still it could be wished that 
      he had explained the connection between the seven souls of man and the 
      nine lives of cats.  There must be some connection, for both nine and 
      seven are sacred numbers, and this connection may have an important 
      bearing upon the question whether man may not have two additional and as 
      yet undiscovered souls, the knowledge of which he can attain, not by mere 
      drunkenness, but by positive lunacy.  Mr. MASSEY 
      should investigate this great question, and Colney Hutch would afford him 
      the quiet and seclusion necessary for the purpose.
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 From the
 
 BROOKLYN EAGLE
 Jan. 6, 1884.
 
 GERALD MASSEY.
 _________________
 
 He Complains of His Reception in
 the United States.
 An Interview with the Lecturer and Author. His Estimate of
 American Literary Men—The Great Political Question of the
 Hour—Free Trade Becoming a Necessity—Science and the
 Bible—Adam a Negro—The Mysteries of the Hebrew Scriptures
 and Ancient Mythology.
 Mr. Gerald Massey, who recently brought a suit against the 
      New York Times for $5,000 damages for alleged libel is at present 
      residing in this city, with his lawyer, ex-Judge A. H. Dailey.  Mr. 
      Massey came to this country about seven weeks ago intending to deliver 
      several lectures on subjects to which he has given much time and study.  
      He made one attempt in New York, and, owing partly to ill health and to 
      the alleged libel in the Times, he has not since appeared on the 
      lecture platform.  He proposes, however, to make Brooklyn his 
      headquarters so long as legal proceedings shall demand his attention, in 
      the meantime lecturing when occasion may offer.  Eight years ago Mr. 
      Massey visited this country, and was favourably received in all the large 
      cities, and since that time his name has been prominently before the 
      public through his writings.  His reception this time has not been so 
      warm as he anticipated.  As soon as he can leave he will visit San 
      Francisco, go thence to Australia and will return to the United States 
      next year.  To ascertain the views of this well known English poet, 
      litterateur and lecturer on special matters to which he has given his 
      attention, an EAGLE reporter waited upon him 
      lately and asked for an interview.
 
 Mr. Massey is an interesting conversationalist.  He is 
      small in stature, with a full, iron gray beard, and head slightly bald.  
      He is thoroughly English, both in appearance and conversation, and when 
      talking upon one of his favorite subjects becomes very eloquent, even with 
      an audience of one before him.
 HIS DUTY AS A PUBLIC MAN.
 Incidentally referring to the libel suit in which he is 
      plaintiff, he said that all be desired was vindication.  He was not 
      after the money, it being his desire to have the damages placed at a still 
      lower figure than $5,000, but he felt it to be his duty as a public man to 
      try and stop the system which he said was practiced with impunity by 
      certain papers in this country.  America, he had supposed, was a free 
      country, where a man could utter his thoughts, however novel they might 
      appear, without being called a lunatic.  For years, he said, he had 
      been at work on his new philosophy, encouraged with the thought that he 
      would be able to present the result of his labors before American 
      audiences, such as he had had when he was here eight years ago.  "It 
      is rather hard," he added, "to be met on the very threshold of my return 
      to America with such a reception."
 
 In speaking of America, Mr. Massey said "I like this country 
      very much.  All my life I have been a Republican* and am 
      entirely in sympathy with your form of government.  I have watched 
      affairs here with considerable attention, and when time offers shall put 
      in writing some of my observations."
 
 "What do you regard as some of the important political 
      questions now engaging attention?"
 
 "The question of capital and labor is assuming large 
      proportions and cannot be overlooked by statesmen and politicians."
 THE NECESSITY FOR CO-OPERATION.
 "What are your views on that subject?"
 
 "I think nothing will solve the difficulty but co-operation.  
      For instance, all who work on a paper should unite in a co-operative body 
      to protect against unjust treatment.  I believe that trades unions 
      are a necessity, although they have thus far been very expensive: but I 
      don't see how the battle can be fought on any other line.  I think 
      the laboring classes in all countries are benefited by free trade.  
      Certain industries may suffer pro tem., but the masses of the people will 
      be benefited.  I cannot see how the working classes can favor your 
      protection laws.  Surely they have been misdirected in the matter.  
      But I can't understand your politics.  The Republican party, I am 
      told, is the party of protection.  If the workingmen will only wake 
      up to a thorough understanding of the the real merits of the question they 
      can't help seeing that it is manifestly for their interest to have free 
      trade in this country.  Our imports in England are £140,000,000 while 
      your imports are only £80,000,000.  We shall be glad to balance up 
      the account."
 
 At this point Mr. Massey took a patent mucilage bottle from 
      the table, and holding it up said: "I am particularly struck with the 
      ingenuity of Americans; the little devices to save labor.  Now, we 
      have never invented anything of this kind.  Americans do not put near 
      as much labor in their work as Englishmen do.  They are also more 
      deliberate in bodily motion.  The English go in greater hurry than 
      the Americans.  I have noticed this difference in watching your 
      people going to their business in their large cities.  Your orators, 
      too, are much slower in speech than ours.  When I returned home from 
      my last visit to this country I wrote a little epigram.  It was as 
      follows:
 
        
        
          
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            I hear a mighty humming;'Tisn't all a hum;
 Everything is coming.
 Though it hasn't come.
 |  Everything in 
      this country is on the point of expectancy.  You have your coming 
      city and coming man and coming greatness." STANDARD OF LITERARY MEN.
 "How do you regard the literary ability of men in this 
      country?"
 
 "You have some very popular men, but they are not always the 
      most profound.  Americans are putting more mental force in other 
      departments than in literature.  You notice this in works like the 
      building of the Brooklyn Bridge, the Pacific Railroads, the rebuilding of 
      Chicago and the like.  Referring to individuals, I think you could 
      cut twenty Longfellows out of Lowell.  Longfellow wrote some very 
      pretty poems, but little that brilliant.  Lowell's rank among poets 
      is permanent.  I have derived a great deal of good from Emerson's 
      writings, especially some years ago, when I began to appreciate what 
      Arnold terms 'the best that has been thought and uttered.'  I think 
      Emerson's little book on England is the best that has ever been written.  
      Lowell, Emerson and Hawthorn are perfectly unique, and I regard them as 
      national representatives.  I am very fond of Thoreau.  I like 
      his quaint and curious observations on nature.  His style is 
      exceedingly unique.  There is a phrase in his writings that I enjoy 
      very much as is illustrated in his reply to his publisher, who returned 
      700 copies of his book, saying that he was only able to sell 300 out of 
      the edition of 1,000.  Thoreau said that he rejoiced that his 
      personal privacy had only been invaded by three in ten.  I think Mark 
      Twain is excruciatingly funny, if you are in a mood to fool around with 
      him.  It appears to me that he and those of his school are offering a 
      good antidote to Puritan restriction.  It is so delightfully 
      irreverent that it must help to break and crumble the old theology."
 ADAM A BLACK MAN.
 Mr. Massey has recently published two volumes on "Natural 
      Genesis," in which he advances his ideas on evolution.  He accepts 
      the postulates of Darwin and Wallace.  He acknowledges that evolution 
      is only a process and does not touch cause, but as a Spiritualist Mr. 
      Massey himself postulates a cause.  In his works he shows that 
      mythology is a mirror to the prehistoric period of sociology.  In the 
      first volume of his "Genesis" the author attempts to prove that the 
      gesture sign of the Indians and Egyptians were the same.  He shows 
      that the signs of the Indians on air have been stereotyped by the 
      Egyptians on stone monuments; that typology had its origin in signs.  
      For instance, the left hand clasping the right, the left being lower, was 
      a sign of humility or an act of worship.  The hands held out, with 
      palm downward, was the sign of negation, and was used by the Indians, 
      Egyptians and by modern brakemen.
 
 "My opinion," said Mr. Massey, "is that the origin of all 
      things human was in inner Africa.  The black race went over the world 
      carrying the earliest signs of words.  The blacks of Australia, India 
      and Britain were from Central Africa.  We have the initial point of 
      departure in every line or color in Africa to-day, from the blackest black 
      through all the shades of brown, red and yellow to the white.  The 
      white will not work back to unify with the black.  The Pima and 
      Comanche Indians in America prepare their dead for burial in the same 
      manner as the Bongo and Bechuna of inner Africa."  Mr. Massey 
      continued to name other instances to illustrate the same point.  He 
      said he had no doubt of the evolution of man from the animal, but what was 
      involved in man's mental breeding was a question.
 SCIENCE AND RELIGION.
 In referring to evolution and the Bible, Mr. Massey said: "In 
      my writings I attempt to show that all the mystery of the Bible has its 
      origin in mythology, and all modern mysterios derived from the ancient 
      have also their origin in mythology, being literally interpreted.  
      For example: The story of the six days creation when compared with Persian 
      or still earlier Egyptian records can be easily understood.  The fall 
      from Heaven was an Egyptian mythos.  The history of man in the Garden 
      of Eden was only a phase of mythos.  The exodus was first celebrated 
      by the feast of the Passover, or by the transit at the vernal equinox, 
      which was a celestial myth before made historical in the migrations of the 
      Jews.  The Genesis of the Bible gives an account of the historic 
      first human pair.  But there never could have been a first man and 
      woman.  There never was a time but what there was was a whole species 
      of a kind, if extant, at whatever stage of the development of the species.  
      There is no use trying to harmonize evolution with such a revelation as 
      this is supposed to have been.  Science must go its own way 
      independently."
 
 The interview closed with Mr. Massey calling the reporter's 
      attention to the following passage in his book on summing up his views in 
      regard to the Bible: "Parents who feel the full responsibility of teaching 
      a little child that accepts as truth whatsoever is seriously affirmed 
      ought surely to consider it an unpardonable sin against the innocence of 
      infancy for their children to be taught that the fables of mythology are 
      the sacred and true 'word of God,' if found in the Hebrew Scriptures."
 
 * Ed. - in U.S. political 
      terms, Massey was undoubtedly 'republican' with a small 'r', and Democrat 
      with a capital 'D'.
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 From
 
 BROOKLYN EAGLE
 30 January 1884.
 
 IN THE MIST OF AGES.
 ________
 
 Christianity Another Phase of Egyptian Mythology.
 
      Mr. Gerald Massey, the well known English poet and metaphysician, 
      delivered a lecture last night  in the Church of the New Spiritual 
      Dispensation, Clinton avenue, on "The Non Historic Character of the 
      Canonical Gospels."  This was the third essay of the series, and it 
      was listened to with interest.  Mr. Massey commenced his lecture by 
      condemning vaccination, both theological and sanitary.  Children were 
      taught, he said, that the fables of mythology were the true and sacred 
      words of God, and the lecturer was also vaccinated in body and soul, and 
      was now trying to get rid of the evil effects of the virus.  Mr. 
      Massey had found a refuge in Spiritualism, but the Christian Spiritualists 
      were never tired of proclaiming that the facts of Spiritualism and the 
      miracles of the Bible were identical.  And when some mythologist came 
      along and showed that the Hebrew miracles were Egyptian myths then the 
      tables were turned on the Christian Spiritualists.  The lecturer's 
      theory was that the annunciation and immaculate conception, the birth, the 
      time and details of the baptism, the temptation, the miracles, parables, 
      and crucifixion and resurrection recorded in the Canonical Gospels were 
      reproductions of the religious mysteries of Horus and Osiris.  
      Christian theology was in conclusion severely attacked by Mr. Massey, who 
      held that its dogmas were responsible for much of the misery and suffering 
      that had been measured out to humanity.
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 From
 
 THE MEDIUM AND DAYBREAK
 29 October 1886.
 
 GERALD MASSEY IN GLASGOW.
 WATERLOO ROOMS: Subjects and 
      dates:—
 
 Tuesday, Nov. 9, "The Devil of Darkness; or the Old Mystery 
      of Evil seen in the New Light of Evolution:"
 
 Thursday, Nov. 11, "The Historical (Jewish) Jesus, and the 
      Mythical (Egyptian) Christ."
 
 Sunday, Nov. 14, "Paul as a Gnostic Christian, and Peter the 
      'Man of Sin.' "
 
 Our readers in Glasgow will do good work if they can fill the 
      hall with a thinking audience.  Everybody should make a point of 
      attending, and take as many friends as possible.
 
 Letters may be addressed to Mr. Massey, care of Mr. J. 
      Bowman, 65, Jamaica Street, Glasgow.
 _________ We have 
      received the following:— 
        
        
          
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                Dear Sir,—You asked me to let you 
            know how I was getting on.  In spite of wretched wet weather, I 
            have done fairly well in Edinburgh, where the 
            Scotsman gave 
            somewhat brief but dynamitish reports, taken from a printed precis 
            of my lectures.  But what I should like to record is the 
            inspiring fact that a Spiritualistic Society, in the North of 
            England, which boasts of being in a very flourishing condition, and 
            which is in a radical city, where my success was tolerably certain, 
            has had the courage, not to say magnanimity, to offer me 31s. 6d. 
            per week for two Sunday lectures: which I look upon as something to 
            live up to, something to keep gratefully in everlasting 
            remembrance.—Yours faithfully. 
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 A POET OF YESTER-YEAR
 
 By
 
 James Milne
 
 From Pages in Waiting, The Bodley Head, London, 
      1926.
 WHAT, would you say, has been the most difficult 
      moment of your life?  You would say that there have been many 
      difficult moments, that they have all been different in their difficulty, 
      and that, therefore, it is not easy to answer the question.
 
 Well, then, let us say the most dramatic, or the most 
      embarrassing, the most harassing or the most anxious moment of your life?  
      That lessens and tightens the choice, and just as a beautiful woman said 
      of her beauty, "Yes, we all have our moments," so, also, we all have those 
      of drama and embarrassment, of harassment and anxiety.
 
 Perhaps if I said "worst moment," I might get still nearer 
      what is meant, and I think mine was when I had to speak a word over the 
      coffin of Gerald Massey, the poet, before it was laid in a churchyard on a 
      hill not far from London Town.
 
 No, I couldn't do it, I told his daughter, when she asked me, 
      and I still said no when she begged me, for it seemed a very high 
      undertaking.  A sensitive man hates to speak the public word, though 
      I have noticed that when he nerves himself to the ordeal, his message and 
      his deliverance are better than those of the insensitive man.  
      Naturally, because he speaks with his spiritual being as well as with his 
      mind, and so there is personality.
 
 Wouldn't I do it?  Gerald Massey's friends and 
      contemporaries had nearly all passed away.  He had lived into a 
      generation which scarcely knew him as the mid-Victorian poet, singing 
      lyrics and liberty.  He had long ceased to be the poet, and had 
      become a deep student of Egyptology, a far more important mission, as he 
      thought.  The silent singer should not to be let go silently to the 
      grave—wouldn't I say, over it, what Gerald Massey had been among the 
      English people, what he was, and what, perhaps, he would remain?
 
 While she spoke thus, his daughter put her hand reverently on 
      the head of his coffin, in the little house they occupied not far from the 
      Crystal Palace.  How could I say "No" any more, and a day later I 
      made that farewell speech.  What I said I never could remember, 
      though the company at the burial assured me it was the fit word.  May 
      be, because in such a tense minute it is not the word or the thought which 
      counts, so much as the feeling; sympathy, understanding, the uniting of 
      hearts into a sincere "hail and farewell."
 
 Gerald Massey's pen abides with me, a token of that afternoon 
      and of other times I had spent with him.  It is a stout, stubby pen, 
      unusual altogether, like the man himself, even gnarled with use, as he was 
      gnarled with age—for when he died he had nearly counted fourscore years.  
      But he was never old, apart from the frailties which time loads upon the 
      body, and his blue eyes shone with the light of life.
 
 Could I describe him further for you?  Not easily, 
      because he had the mystery which is characteristic of all unusual spirits.  
      They are different from the others, from the ordinary others, and are just 
      themselves.  Gerald Massey was essentially himself and yet 
      essentially of the people, the English people.  He had their 
      characteristics, simplicity, endurance, faith, and he had proved that a 
      thousand times.  But he was English individualized, as you might put 
      it, and this came out markedly in his conversation, which was plain and 
      forthright, like the English, and yet original and poetic like himself.
 
 "I had no childhood," he once told me softly, speaking of his 
      hard, early days.  His young way took him through the valley of the 
      shadow of want and up the hill of weary toil.  But he climbed, he 
      climbed, not as many "climbers" climb to-day, who are not Gerald Masseys, 
      but seeking the sun of the heights, and seeking it so that he could 
      proclaim it to others, thanks to the very true gift of poetry with which 
      Providence had endowed him:
 
        
        
          
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            "Ah ! 'tis like a tale of oldenTime, long, long ago;
 When the world was in its golden
 Prime, and God was Lord below!"
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      Those lines, with their far echo of a labour of love, were written by 
      Massey ever so many years since.  The years have been many, too, 
      since Walter Savage Landor came upon them in a volume which made him cry 
      out that a new John Keats had come.  "Here is such poetry," he wrote, 
      "as Jeffrey would have tossed aside with derision and as Gifford would 
      have torn to pieces in despair.  Can anything more or better be said 
      of it."  There was one in the literary eye for the famous "Edinburgh 
      Reviewers," whom Byron turned on in a famous poem.
 You could see, looking into the seared and seer-like face of 
      old Gerald Massey, that young Gerald Massey had sung because he must, with 
      pathos and love, with beauty and colour in his verse.  He became the 
      Laureate of the Chartist times, and, said John Ruskin, "your poems have 
      been a helpful and precious gift to the working-classes," and "few 
      national services can be greater than that which you have rendered."
 
 But I was never very successful in getting the old Gerald 
      Massey, the Egyptologist, to talk about young and middle-aged Gerald 
      Massey, the poet.  He had put aside the lyre for the torch of the 
      Egyptologist, hoping to illuminate the history of mankind from its 
      beginnings in ancient Egypt, to him the storied cradle of the world.  
      Of that he would talk, but then he talked so deeply that you were at once 
      floundering in waters where you could not swim, or even float.  Often 
      I have thought, "Would that Massey had lived until the discovery of 
      Tutankhamen's tomb.  Here would have been a treasury of the light for 
      which he dug so long and ardently."
 
 Yes, whenever I saw him, his eager face and his velvet 
      skull-cap were buried in Egyptian hieroglyphics.  But he would leave 
      them to gossip and to look out from his London windows on green trees.  
      They spoke to him of the country, of his dainty Hertfordshire itself, and 
      recalled the rural scenes amid which he was bred.  He had piped to 
      Nature in many a verse, as Pan might himself, and Nature remained his 
      friend, his comrade, to the end.
 
 Thus the old Massey immersed, perhaps even lost, in ancient 
      Egypt, never quite got away from the earlier Massey, an undoubtedly sweet 
      soloist in the choir of our Victorian poets.  The salute of 
      recognition had come from low and high, the darger [Ed. casual labourer] 
      in his ditch and the statesman and the novelist.  Mazzini, Garibaldi, 
      Kossuth, or, again, George Eliot, Robert Browning, and Alfred, Lord 
      Tennyson—he knew them all; but he wondered if he had kept their letters?  
      Perhaps not.  He recalled for me a talk he had on some occasion with 
      Tennyson about Spiritualism, a faith with the one, as a strain of it has 
      been read into the "In Memoriam" of the other.  He had "plumbed the 
      void of death" and was as calmly sure of it as he was of the poetic 
      qualities of Browning, whom he helped to proclaim at the market-cross of 
      fame.  You will find Gerald Massey gently portrayed by "George Eliot" 
      in 'Felix Holt,' and that had not displeased him.  Nor, even when he 
      became the self-centred Egyptologist, could he have regretted any 
      influence his poems may have had on other writers.
 
 His clinking ballad of "Sir 
      Richard Grenville's Last Fight," on the "little ship Revenge," is a 
      fit companion to Tennyson's on the same subject, which came after it.  
      "I am English to the heart roots," said Massey, and we read that into a 
      verse from his "Sea Kings".
 
        
        
          
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            "We have fed the Sea with English souls,And every mounded wave
 To Heaven bears witness, as it rolls,
 Some Englishman's grave!"
 
 "Our Rivers carry heroic dust
 For burial in the sea,
 Which helps to keep our noble dust
 And battles for the Free."
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      A great idea, if not great poetry, for Gerald Massey was the singer who 
      sang like branches in the wind.  One thinks of a later poet and turns 
      to Rudyard Kipling's haunting "Song of the Dead": 
        
        
          
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            "We have fed our sea for a thousand years,And she calls us, still unfed,
 Though there's never a wave of all her waves
 But marks our English dead :
 We have strawed our best to the weed's unrest,
 To the shark and the sheering gull,
 If blood be the price of Admiralty,
 Lord God, we ha' paid in full."
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      By gifts, by achievement, and by a spacious poetic suggestion, Gerald 
      Massey was easily among the genuine poets of the Victorian era.  That 
      was so, even if we estimate him strictly in words which I heard him use, 
      for as Egyptologist he could speak of the lost poet in himself with a very 
      singular detachment.
 "I think the poems real, as far as they go," he said, "but 
      their range is very limited."  His verse might contain the flower, 
      but the fruit of his life, as he regarded it, was to be looked for 
      elsewhere.  When he spoke like that you quoted, probably not quite 
      accurately, the saying of Fletcher of Saltoun: "Give me the writing of a 
      nation's songs and let who will make its laws."  He looked at you 
      with his innocent, wondering eyes, as much as to say, "Well, there's no 
      harm in the saying, but I ceased to write verse because I had a greater 
      task."
 
 Call it the sacrifice of a poet by himself, hara-kiri on 
      Mount Olympus, call it mistaken zeal, call it what you like, the deed 
      bestirs one's thought, especially in this day of many "hard faces" and 
      much self-seeking.
 
 "It was not," he admitted, "that I felt the fount and source 
      of song had dried up within or without me.  Nor was it owing to any 
      spiritual lassitude, from lack of faith in man or woman either."  No, 
      but "Instead of nursing ancient delusions, by poetizing misinterpreted 
      mythology, I have been strenuously seeking to get rid of them by 
      explanation."  Away with the muse, he gave himself the stern marching 
      order, and shoulder the spade of knowledge!
 
 He was amused, telling me so, about a visitor who had called 
      to offer him praise for a poet.  "But," quoth he, "it was the 
      Corn-Law rhymer he really wanted, Ebenezer Elliott, and so I would have 
      disappointed him in any case."  Ebenezer was a contemporary of 
      Massey, but while they were both writing, one rhymes, the other poetry, he 
      had not attained the larger, more objective outlook of his later life.  
      It bade him prospect for other treasure in his quest after truth, and it 
      was a great thing for any man to make a change like this.
 
 Said young Gerald Massey, "I have only entered the lists; the 
      race has yet to be run."  Old Gerald Massey was saying that as 
      Egyptologist to the last day of his life, but the world was a better world 
      in his age than in his youth.  We did, as a human family, make 
      progress, and "one may almost expect to see the time when the writer can 
      earn his living by telling the truth."
 
 So wrote Massey, a little cynically, yet in good faith, when 
      his collected and selected verse, 'My 
      Lyrical Life,' was given to us as a last poetic legacy.   My 
      copy of it stands beside Massey's pen, a second memoir and relic of him, 
      for it bears the inscription in his large dashing hand: "From the writer, 
      with the Bard's kindliest of kind regards."
 
 You may not find the book, though you call on a dozen 
      booksellers, but students of English verse know it, especially those who 
      love the human associations of that verse.  They are strong and 
      dramatic in the case of Gerald Massey, because it was his lot to start 
      life with something of:
 
        
        
          
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            "The spirit that can stand aloneAs a Minority of One:
 Or with the faithful few be found
 Working and waiting till the rest come round."
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      He observed to me, modestly, indifferently, that a generation had arisen 
      to whom the 'Lyrical Life' "might be as good as MS."  He meant it 
      might be as little known as if it had remained in manuscript, for, after 
      all, if you have ever written poetry you like to think that it is read 
      somehow, somewhere, by somebody.  You may turn your back upon your 
      own early self to take a new road, but it is pathetic to think that the 
      old one you have travelled is only known to yourself.
 It consoled and comforted Massey, therefore, when a friendly 
      singer, writing of his life and work, linked the two roads, the first and 
      the last, in a burst of song:
 
        
        
          
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            "Behold a Poet who could even foregoThe joy peculiar to the Singer's soul,
 His pleasant dream. of fame, his proffered seat
 Upon the heights to which his spirit soared,
 To dive for treasure where but few could breathe,
 And dredge the old sea-bottoms of the Past.
 Lover of Beauty who gave up all for Truth!
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 And having wrought through years of sacrifice
 And brought his message to the unwelcoming world
 He, calm, contented, leaves the rest with God.
 As if he reeked not, though the Bark were wrecked,
 The treasure being landed safe on shore."
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      Now and then the poet stirred in the Egyptologist, though a little 
      uneasily, perhaps, as if the swing of verse had been forgotten. When there 
      was such a stirring you could feel, all the time, that the Egyptologist 
      was rebuking the Poet in his own words: 
        
        
          
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            "'Tis the old story!—ever the blind worldKnows not its Angel of Deliverance."
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      Massey was an angel of deliverance to me one afternoon I had drifted to 
      Norwood and in upon him, for he handed me four unpublished poems, saying 
      "to print them if I liked them."  The silent singer singing again!
 Here was an event, and I found that three of the pieces had 
      been written during the South African War and had Massey's old familiar 
      patriotic fervour, as in this verse of one called "The Dear Old Land":
 
        
        
          
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            "I do not worship at the ShrineOf Jingo: but I hold
 That love of England is divine
 Even in an age of gold.
 My heart leaps up to England's call,
 And till my days are done,
 My song is, England first of all—
 Our Old Land Number One."
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      Another of the poems had the title "The Empire," and the opening verse 
      runs: 
        
        
          
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            "Many have died for the dear old Land:We think of them all with pride!
 But these were the flower of a brotherly band
 Who first for the Empire died.
 They have completed our story,
 They shall be foremost in glory,
 Who for the Empire died."
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      Myself, I liked better a little poem called "Tommy on Spion Kop," and I 
      said so, and he nodded his grave, grey head, as if meaning, "So do I."  
      Judge yourselves, however, for here is the poem: 
        
        
          
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            Tommy on Spion Kop. 
            "He was but a weed the wind had sownIn the slums of the poorest poor;
 A workhouse the only home he had known,
 When his mother dropped dead at the door!
 
 "Shot down on the Hill—with a volley of oaths
 He rose and helplessly tried
 To brush the dirt of the veldt from his clothes:
 Then with a feeling of pride
 He steadied himself to face his fate,
 As if answering blow for blow:
 'It's blooming-well good enough, isn't it, mate,
 To die for the Old Land so?'"
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      My chief treasure, however, was the fourth new poem, which Massey had 
      written for his small granddaughter.  He had been telling her of the 
      cruel custom of blinding cage-birds with hot wires, in order to make them 
      sing: and then he wrote the poem and called it "The Lark in London": 
        
        
          
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            The Lark in London. 
            "Listen, my little one, it is the lark,Captured and blinded, singing in the dark.
 His nest-mate and his younglings all are dead:
 Their feathers flutter on some foolish head.
 Of some lost Paradise, poor bird, he sings
 Which for a moment back his vision brings:
 Wide fields of morning, woods and waterfall:
 A world of boundless freedom over all.
 He sings of that great glory far away;
 He sings his fervid life out, day by day;
 Imprisoned in an area underground
 He sings as if all Heaven were listening round.
 He soars in spirit, still divinely strong,
 And spends each heartbeat in a wave of song,
 Trying to make a little heaven here
 For others, he who has lost his own, poor, dear!
 As if with floods of music he would drown
 The dire, discordant roar of London Town."
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      We have the authentic Gerald Massey there, the large heart which warmed 
      English public opinion in his singing-day, the human vision of things, and 
      the easy lilt of the born poet.  It was something, in a good 
      friendship with him, to have and to hold such a poem, and to communicate 
      it to others who have not known Gerald Massey either personally, or 
      perhaps in his writings.  Well, to them something new is born, like 
      Massey's "Babe Christabel": 
        
        
          
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            "It fell upon a merry May morn,All in the prime of that sweet time
 When daisies whiten, woodbines climb,
 The dear Babe Christabel was born."
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