LOVE AND ITS HIDDEN HISTORY.
course not. These various forms are not identical, and never can
be. To which some who entertain different, if not higher, con¬
ceptions, might answer, Love is a tree ; its roots are in matter —
body, and underlie and create the amative instinct; its limbs
reach out, variously, to dogs, horses, children, friends, parents;—
its trunk is the wifely, husbandly ; and its top or crown stretches
up to heaven and to God ! Love, in another aspect, is perfect
health. Phrenologists generally, Buchanan excepted, affirm in
substance that the thing we call love is but lust refined; that its
great function is the propagative ; and that its cerebral organ lies
at the base of the lower brain; in other words, they take the root
for the tree itself. They are mistaken.
Since the first three editions of this work appeared, of which edi¬
tions nearly nine thousand were sold, much new light has been
thrown upon the subjects of Love and Passion, and they have even
been formulated mathematically. Science now weighs a human pas¬
sion as readily as she does planetary bodies. She resolves all things
into heat and magnetism, declares these are but modes of motion,
that motion is the divine mode of existence, and itself the Grand
Idea. That my readers may have some notion of the advance
made, I submit the following sketch of two lectures on the sub¬
ject by Mrs. Julia Ward Howe, — the ablest woman I ever listened
to, and I have heard a hundred. I cut it from the " Boston
" POLARITY ; A STUDY OF SEX. BY JULIA WARD HOWE.
" Reported for the Boston Post.
" Mrs. Julia Ward Howe concluded a course of two lectures,
under the auspices of the New England Women's Club, at Chick-
ering's Hall last evening, Avith an essay upon the subject, ' Polar¬
ity ; a Study of Sex.' The hall was well filled with a select
and discriminating audience, who gave the speaker their closest
attention throughout. The lecture was one of considerable length,
occupying about an hour of rapid reading, and in the brief synopsis
given below we find it impossible to convey to the reader so ade¬
quate an idea as we could wish of its completeness and beauty as
a literary and philosophic production.
" Mrs. Howe began by saying that ' Polarity,' as she supposed