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 THE PAST IS A
FOREIGN COUNTRY – REVISITED

The past is past, but survives in and all around us, indispensable and inescap-
able. Three decades after his classic The Past Is a Foreign Country, David
Lowenthal re-examines why we love or loathe what seems old or familiar.
His new book reveals how we know and remember the past, and the myriad
ways – nostalgia or amnesia, restoration, replay, chauvinist celebration or
remorseful contrition – we use and misuse it. We transform the past to serve
present needs and future hopes, alike in preserving and in discarding what
nature and our ancestors have handed down.
Whether treasured boon or traumatic bane, the past is the prime source of
personal and collective identity. Hence its relics and reminders evoke intense
rivalry. Resurgent conflicts over history, memory, and heritage pervade every
facet of public culture, making the foreign country of the past ever more our
domesticated own.
The past in the Internet age has become more intimate yet more remote,
readily found but rapidly forgotten. Its range today is stupendous, embracing
not just the human but the terrestrial and even the cosmic saga. And it is seen
and touched and smelled as well as heard and read about. Traumatic recol-
lection and empathetic re-enactment demote traditional history. A clear-cut
chronicle certified by experts has become a fragmented congeries of contested
relics, remnants and reminiscences. New insights into history and memory,
bias and objectivity, artefacts and monuments, identity and authenticity, and
remorse and contrition, make Lowenthal’s new book an essential key to the
past that we inherit, reshape, and bequeath to the future.

David Lowenthal is Emeritus Professor of Geography and Honorary Research

Fellow at University College London. He is a medallist of the Royal Geo-
graphical, the Royal Scottish Geographical and the American Geographical
Societies, a Fellow of the British Academy and honorary D.Litt. Memorial
University of Newfoundland. In 2010 he was awarded the Forbes Lecture
Prize by the International Institute for Conservation. His books include West
Indian Societies (1972), The Past Is a Foreign Country (1985), The Heritage
Crusade and the Spoils of History (1998), and George Perkins Marsh, Prophet
of Conservation (2000).
 THE PAST IS A
FOREIGN COUNTRY –
REVISITED

David Lowenthal
 University Printing House, Cambridge CB2 8BS, United Kingdom

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 TABLE O F C O NTENTS

List of illustrations page ix

List of permissions xiv
Acknowledgements xv
List of abbreviations xvii

Introduction 1
An authorial credo 2
How my past became foreign 3
Finding the foreign country 5
Frequenting the foreign country 8
Themes and structure 15

PART I WANTING THE PAST

Introduction 23

1 Nostalgia: dreams and nightmares 31

Nostalgia far and near 39
Looking back to Europe 42
Medical homesickness 46
Sentimental longing to retro irony 49

2 Time travelling 55
Goals in the revisited past 63
Explaining the past; Searching for the Golden Age; Self-aggrandizement;
Changing the past
Risks of revisiting the past 72
The past disappoints; Inability to cope with the past; Problems of
returning to the present; Endangering the temporal fabric

3 Benefits and burdens of the past 80

Benefits 82
Familiarity; Guidance; Communion; Affirmation; Identity; Possession;
Enhancement; Escape
Valued attributes 110
Antiquity; Continuity; Accretion; Sequence; Termination
vi Table of contents

Threats and evils 128

The grievous past; The stifling past; The menacing past

PART II DISPUTING THE PAST

Introduction 145

4 Ancients vs. Moderns: tradition and innovation 147

The Renaissance and the Classical heritage 152
Distance; Imitation and emulation; Revival as creation
From La querelle to the Enlightenment 163
Decay of nature; Effects of printing; The new science; Science vs. Art
Victorian Britain 172
Innovation and retrospection; Medievalism and neoclassicism; Dismay at
thraldom to the past; Whig history: reusing the past
American Founding Fathers and sons 184
Autonomy and generational freedom; The eternal youth of America;
The useless and crippling past; Ambivalence; Nostalgia for Old World
antiquity; The debt to the Founding Fathers; Centennial comforts of
the colonial past

5 The look of age: aversion 206

The organic analogy 211
Antipathy to age in humans and other beings 213
The decay of the world and its features 226
The superiority of youthful nations 230
Rejection of age and wear in artefacts 232

6 The look of age: affection 241

Old things should look old 247
Decay demonstrates and secures antiquity 254
The beauty of patina 259
Varieties and implications of aesthetic decay 268
Ideas evoked by decay 275

PART III KNOWING THE PAST

Introduction 289
Reifying the chimerical past 293

7 Memory 303
Habit, recall, memento, reverie 305
Personal and shared 310
 Table of contents vii

Confirmability 315
Forgetting 318
Revising 320
Memory, memoir, and identity 324

8 History 333
History is less than the past 336
History is more than the past 340
Confirmability 343
Western and other histories 351
Chronology and narrative 353
Past vs. present: emergence of the foreign country 358
History, fiction, and faction 367
History and memory 378

9 Relics 383
Perceiving the tangible past 386
Virtues and defects of reliquary knowledge 389
Interconnections 398
Artefacts as metaphors in history and memory 401
Changing routes to the past 404

PART IV REMAKING THE PAST

Introduction 411

10 Saving the past: preservation and replication 413

Preservation 413
Identifying, displaying, protecting 429
Removal 440
Copying and replicating 448

11 Replacing the past: restoration and re-enactment 464

Restoration 465
Restorative cycles in human and terrestrial history; Restoration in the arts;
Recovering nature
Re-enactment 477
Varieties of replay; Enduring the past’s authentic hardships;
‘Period rush’ vs. rectifying the past
Conclusion 494
viii Table of contents

12 Improving the past 497

Fabricated pasts 499
Possessive and partisan pasts 502
Altering past scene and substance 514
Adaptations; Additions; Commemorations
Aggrandizing and abridging 534
The past embellished and amplified; The past concealed and expurgated;
The errant past deplored and displayed
Anachronizing the past 554
Antiquating; Modernizing; Conflation
Acceptability 576

Epilogue: The past in the present 585

The omnipresent past 586
The eviscerated past 588
The past made present 594
The past held to blame 598
Accepting the past 603
Collective responsibility for the past 604

Select bibliography 611

Index 639
 ILLUSTRATIONS

1 The past all-pervasive: ‘Well, Emmeline, what’s new?’ (Barney Tobey,

New Yorker, 25/10/1976, p. 37) page 10
2 Rubbish into ‘Antiques’: Coventry, Vermont (David Lowenthal) 35
3 Tudor nostalgia: Charles Wade’s Snowshill Manor, Gloucestershire
(National Trust Images) 46
4 The lure of time travel: Jorvik Viking Centre ‘Time Car’, York (York
Archaeological Trust, Ltd) 66
5 Securing a national symbol: Market Square, Old Town, Warsaw, after Nazi
destruction, 1944 (J. Bułhak; National Museum of Warsaw) 97
6 Securing a national symbol: Market Square, Old Town, Warsaw, after Polish
reconstruction, 1970 (T. Hermanczyk; National Museum of Warsaw) 97
7 Lure of the primitive: Joseph-Benoit Suvée, The Invention of Drawing, 1791
(Groeningemuseum, Bruges) 117
8 Lure of the primitive: John Flaxman, ‘Agamemnon and Cassandra’,
Compositions from the Tragedies of Aeschylus, 1795 (Courtauld Institute
of Art, University of London) 118
9 Charms of continuity: Bury St Edmunds, dwellings set into the medieval
abbey front (David Lowenthal) 123
10 Charms of continuity: Avebury, medieval tithe barn athwart prehistoric
stone circle (David Lowenthal) 124
11 Decor of diachrony: Roman wall and interwar house, near Southampton
(David Lowenthal) 124
12 The past neutralized as display: agricultural and other bygones, Woodstock,
Vermont (David Lowenthal) 142
13 The look of antiquity: seventeenth-century manor house, Sibford Gower,
Oxfordshire, remodelled 1915 (David Lowenthal) 182
14 The look of antiquity: Ernest Newton, design for Fouracre, West Green,
Hampshire, c. 1902 (British Architectural Library/RIBA) 182
15 Elderly decrepitude: G.O. Wasenius, ‘Ages of Man’ 1831 216
16 The evils of age: Pompeo Batoni, Time orders Old Age to destroy Beauty,
1746 (National Gallery, London) 222
17 The perils of age: François Perrier, Time the Destroyer, 1638 (Warburg
Institute, University of London) 239
18 The noble patina of soot: Robert Smirke, St Philip’s, Salford,
Manchester, 1825 (David Lowenthal) 251
19 Renewing the old: Canterbury Cathedral cloisters, 1978
(David Lowenthal) 251
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x List of illustrations

20 Imagined decay: Joseph Michael Gandy, Architectural Ruins: A Vision.

The Bank of England . . . 1832 (Sir John Soane’s Museum) 254
21 Picturesque misery: Gustave Doré, ‘Houndsditch’, London, 1872 (akg-images) 255
22 Ruins made tidy: medieval remains, Yorkshire (David Lowenthal) 256
23 Ruins left incomprehensible: medieval rubble, Bury St Edmunds, Suffolk
(David Lowenthal) 256
24 Age improves art: William Hogarth, Time Smoking a Picture, 1762
(Warburg Institute, University of London) 259
25 The grandeur of ruins: Giovanni Paolo Panini, Capriccio with Belisarius,
1730–5 (Warburg Institute, University of London) 262
26 The grandeur of ruins: John Constable, Stonehenge, 1835 (Victoria and
Albert Museum, London) 262
27 Henry Fuseli, The Artist Moved by the Grandeur of Ancient Ruins, 1778–9
(Kunsthaus, Zürich) 263
28 Pleasing decay: nature’s work. Lichen at Montacute, Somerset (Edwin Smith) 267
29 Pleasing decay: man’s work. William Chambers, ruined arch, Kew
Gardens, 1759–60 (David Lowenthal) 267
30 Fragments: the Elgin Marbles. Dione and Aphrodite (?), east pediment
(British Museum) 270
31 Fragments: paintings and ruins (courtesy of Sheldon Keck, Cooperstown,
New York; provenance unknown) 270
32 Ruin enlivens a landscape: Folly, Hodnet Hall, Shropshire, c. 1970 (David
Lowenthal) 273
33 Unpleasing decay: former cement works, near Snelling, California (David
Lowenthal) 273
34 Abandoned decay: Vicksburg, Mississippi, 1933 (Walker Evans; US Library
of Congress) 274
35 Arrested decay: Calico Ghost Town, moved to Knott’s Berry Farm,
Buena Park, California (David Lowenthal) 274
36 Skeletal death menaces its victim: Louis-François Roubiliac, Tomb of Lady
Elizabeth Nightingale, Westminster Abbey, 1761 (English Heritage) 278
37 Decay and resurrection: Girolamo della Robbia, rejected transi of
Catherine de’ Medici, 1566 (Louvre, Paris) 279
38 Death and resurrection: ‘Expecto resurrectionem mortuorum’:
inscription on slab tomb of Robert Touse, d. 1422 (E. H. Langlois, Essai sur
les danses des morts, Rouen, 1853) 280
39 Romanesque monumentality for America: H. H. Richardson, Cheney
Building, Hartford, Connecticut, 1875 (Wayne Andrews) 286
40 Freud’s Gradiva: archaeology, psychoanalysis, commemoration
(Chris Cromarty) 405
41 Removal excites protective legislation: Rood-loft from Cathedral of St John,
Hertogenbosch, Netherlands, c. 1610, purchased by Victoria and
Albert Museum, London, 1871 418
 List of illustrations xi

42 The humble past acclaimed: Servants’ Hall, Erdigg, Clwyd, Wales

(John Bethell; National Trust) 421
43 Protection trivializes: Casa Grande Ruins National Monument, Arizona
(Richard Frear; National Park Service) 423
44 The present dwarfs the past: McKim, Mead, and White, Villard Houses,
New York City, 1886 (David Lowenthal) 424
45 The present dwarfs the past: Memory Lane Lounge beneath Detroit’s
Renaissance Center (David Lowenthal) 424
46 Restoring and signposting: old iron mine, Roxbury, Connecticut, before
renovation (David Lowenthal) 430
47 Same, after renovation (David Lowenthal) 430
48 Marking the invisible past: Revolutionary conflict, Castine, Maine (David
Lowenthal) 431
49 Marking the inconsequential past: accident, Harrow on the Hill, Middlesex
(Susannah Cartwright) 431
50 Marking the implausible past: plaque to Jacob von Hogflume, time traveller 433
51 ‘Yes, I remember Adlestrop’: this author beneath the railway platform sign
that inspired Edward Thomas (David Lowenthal) 434
52 Marking an intended past: restoring the aboriginal Kansas prairie (David
Lowenthal) 435
53 Marking a sentiment: honouring the reformer Shaftesbury, Harrow
School (David Lowenthal) 435
54 Display overwhelms: the Lincoln ‘birthplace cabin’ in its marble memorial
carapace, Hodgensville, Kentucky, 1911 (Walter H. Miller) 437
55 Display denatures: Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts (David Lowenthal) 437
56 Antiquity rearranged: Pompeo Batoni, Thomas Dundas, on the Grand
Tour, 1764 (Courtauld Institute of Art, University of London) 441
57 Antiquity dismembered: bisected copy of Trajan’s Column, Cast Court
(Victoria and Albert Museum, London) 442
58 National symbols of the Irish Celtic Revival: Pat McAuliffe, Central Hotel
facade, Listowel, County Kerry, Eire (George Mott; Thames & Hudson) 443
59 Antiquity multiplied and miniaturized: Classical replicas, Robert
Adam entrance hall, Syon House, Middlesex (akg-images) 450
60 Venus, after Clodion, in parian ware, c. 1862 (Richard Dennis) 450
61 St Basil’s Cathedral, Thorpe Park, Surrey (David Lowenthal) 451
62 Replication: the Nashville Parthenon, 1922–32 (David Lowenthal) 454
63 Replication: Anne Hathaway’s Cottage, Victoria, British Columbia (David
Lowenthal) 454
64 Mission models, San Gabriel Mission courtyard, California (David
Lowenthal) 456
65 The Last Supper, Bibleland, Santa Cruz, California (David Lowenthal) 456
66 Precious authenticity: seventy-year-old ‘Harry White’, deaf in one ear
(Museum of Lincolnshire Life, Lincoln) 457
xii List of illustrations

67 Updating the patriotic past: Archibald M. Willard, Spirit of ’76, 1876

(Library of Congress, Washington, DC) 462
68 Updating the patriotic past: Sheraton Hotels advertisement, 1976 463
69 Antiquity reconstituted: St Albans Cathedral west front, before restoration
(English Heritage) 469
70 Antiquity reconstituted: after restoration by Edmund Beckett, 1st Baron
Grimthorpe in 1879 (English Heritage) 469
71 Antiquity sustained: Arch of Titus, before restoration by Giuseppe
Valadier, 1820s: Giovanni Battista Piranesi, Vedute dell’Arco di Tito, c. 1760 470
72 After restoration: Arch of Titus at the end of the nineteenth century
(akg-images) 470
73 Renewing antiquity: the ragged Roman regiment around the Sheldonian
Theatre, Oxford (1868 restorations of seventeenth-century originals),
photo 1965 (David Lowenthal) 471
74 The heads replaced, Michael Black, sculptor, 1972 (David Lowenthal) 471
75 Re-enacting the past: Plimoth Plantation as of 1627 480
76 Re-enacting the past: visitors to the Stone Age, Stockholm, 2006
(Gunter Schobel) 480
77 George Washington and the cherry tree: the original myth. Grant Wood,
Parson Weems’ Fable, 1939 (Amon Carter Museum, Fort Worth, Texas) 512
78 George Washington and the cherry tree: a modern explanation. ‘Give a kid
a hatchet, he’s going to chop things’ (Robet Kraus, New Yorker,
25/1/1969, p. 28) 512
79 George Washington and the cherry tree: technology tarnishes the fable.
‘Father, I cannot tell a lie’ (Dana Fradon, New Yorker, 13/5/1972, p. 45) 513
80 The classical: the Pantheon, Rome, 27 bc, rebuilt ad 117–125 518
81 Classical derivatives: John Soane, Dairy, Hamels Park, Hertfordshire,
1783 (demolished), sketch by G. Richardson (Victoria and Albert
Museum, London) 519
82 National Monument, Calton Hill, Edinburgh, by C. R. Cockerell and
W. H. Playfair, 1822–9 (Royal Commission on the Ancient and Historical
Monuments of Scotland) 519
83 Forest Lawn Memorial Park mortuary, Glendale, California, 1920s (David
Lowenthal) 520
84 G. P. W. Custis residence, Arlington, Virginia, by George Hadfield,
1820 (Wayne Andrews) 520
85 Bank facade, Madison, Wisconsin, 1972 (David Lowenthal) 521
86 The Gothic: Bodiam Castle, Sussex, 1386 (National Trust) 522
87 Gothic derivatives: James Malton, design for a hunting-lodge, c. 1802
(British Architectural Library/RIBA) 522
88 Capitol, Baton Rouge, Louisiana, by J. H. Dakin, 1847 (Wayne Andrews) 523
89 ‘Lyndhurst’, Tarrytown, New York, by Alexander Jackson Davis, 1838–65
(Wayne Andrews) 524
 List of illustrations xiii

90 Strawberry Hill, Twickenham, by Horace Walpole, c. 1760

(David Lowenthal) 525
91 William Burges, design for Church of St Mary, Alford-cum-Studley,
Yorkshire, c. 1872 (British Architectural Library/RIBA) 525
92 Oxfordshire County Hall, by John Plowman, 1840–1 (David Lowenthal) 526
93 Salvation Army, Poole, Dorset (David Lowenthal) 526
94 Mortuary, Encinitas, California (David Lowenthal) 527
95 Post-modern classical: Charles Moore, Piazza d’Italia, New Orleans,
1978 (Alan Karchmer) 528
96 The eclectic past: Osbert Lancaster, ‘Bypass Variegated’ (Here, of All Places,
Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1958, p. 153) 529
97 Commemorative motifs from Egypt: Grove Street Cemetery, New Haven,
Connecticut, by Henry Austin, 1845–6 (Wayne Andrews) 530
98 Commemorative and contemporary: Milford, Connecticut
(David Lowenthal) 530
99 Unique and apposite commemoration: concrete and stone tent, mausoleum
of Richard F. Burton of The Arabian Nights, Mortlake, Surrey, 1890 (David
Lowenthal) 531
100 Collective and generic commemoration: monument to soldiers of successive
wars, Hartland, Vermont (David Lowenthal) 531
101 A turncoat returned to favour in London: Benedict Arnold, ‘American
patriot’ (David Lowenthal) 548
102 Cashing in on an evil past: witch postcard, Salem, Massachusetts 553
103 Cashing in on a fraudulent past: Viking logo in Alexandria, Minnesota
(David Lowenthal) 557
104 ‘Earlying up’ the past: G. E. Moody cartoon, Punch, 28 Sept. 1938, p. 344 558
105 Domesticating classical antiquity: Lawrence Alma-Tadema, A Favourite
Custom, 1909 (Tate Gallery, London) 568
106 Manipulating the medieval: British recruiting poster, First World War
(Imperial War Museum) 569
107 The past as mélange: Disneyland, Anaheim, California (David Lowenthal) 573
108 Original and ‘authentic’: Harrow School building, by Mr Sly, 1608–15 (left),
modified by Samuel and C. R. Cockerell to conform with their matching
right wing, 1820 (David Lowenthal) 578
109 The culpable past (Charles Barsotti, New Yorker, 17/5/2010) 601
 PERMISSIONS

1: © Barney Tobey / The New Yorker Collection / www.cartoonbank.com; 2, 9, 10, 11, 12,
13, 18, 19, 22, 23, 29, 30, 31, 33, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 51, 52, 53, 55, 61, 62, 63, 73, 74, 75,
83, 85, 90, 92, 93, 94, 98, 99, 100, 103, 107, 108: © David Lowenthal; 3: © National Trust
Images/Andreas von Einsiedel; 4: York Archaeological Trust, Ltd; 5, 6: National Museum
of Warsaw; 7: Musea Brugge © Lukas-Art in Flanders vzw, photo Hugo Maertens; 8: ©
Conway Library, The Courtauld Institute of Art, London; 14, 87, 91: The British
Architectural Library, RIBA, London; 16: © The National Gallery, London/Photo: akg-
images; 17, 24, 25: Warburg Institute, University of London; 20: © Sir John Soane’s
Museum; 21: © akg-images/British Library; 26, 41, 57, 81: © Victoria and Albert
Museum, London; 27: © Kunsthaus, Zurich; 28: Edwin Smith photo, Gordon Fraser
Ltd; 32: Walker Evans photo, Library of Congress Farm Security Administration – Office
of War Information Photograph Collection, LC-USF342- 001304-A [P&P]; 34: © The
Trustees of the British Museum; 36, 69, 70: Reproduced by permission of English
Heritage; 37: © RMN-Grand Palais (Musée du Louvre) / Stephanie Maréchalle; 39, 72,
73, 84, 88, 89, 97: © Wayne Andrews/Esto; 40: Chris Cromarty; 42: © National Trust; 43:
Richard Frear photo, U.S. National Park Service, Casa Grande Ruins National Monu-
ment; 49: Susannah Cartwright; 50: © Peter Berthoud, www.peterberthoud.co.uk; 54:
Walter H. Miller; 56: © Photographic Survey, The Courtauld Institute of Art, London.
Private collection; 58: George Mott photo, © Thames & Hudson Ltd; 59: © akg/Bildarchiv
Monheim; 60: Richard Dennis; 66: Museum of Lincolnshire Life; 67: Library of Congress,
LC-DIG-pga-03609; 72: © akg-images; 76: © Gunter Schobel; 77: Amon Carter Museum,
Fort Worth; 78: Robert Kraus, New Yorker Magazine; 79: Dana Fradon, New Yorker
Magazine; 82: © RCAHMS; 86: © National Trust Images/Alasdair Ogilvie; 95: © Alan
Karchmer/Esto; 96: Osbert Lancaster; 104: Punch; 105: © Tate, London 2012; 106: ©
Imperial War Museums (Art. IWM PST 0408); 109: © Charles Barsotti / The New Yorker
Collection / www.cartoonbank.com
 AB BREVIATIONS

Newspapers [Times, Guardian, Independent, Evening Standard, Telegraph, etc.]

all London

AASLH American Association for State and Local History (Nashville,

Tennessee)
AHA American Historical Association
AHR American Historical Review
CPW Freud, Complete Psychological Works
CW Collected/Complete Works/Writings
EH English Heritage
ELH English Literary History
GPO Government Printing Office, Washington, DC
ICOMOS International Council on Monuments and Sites
IHT International Herald Tribune
IJCP International Journal of Cultural Property
JHI Journal of the History of Ideas
MIT Massachusetts Institute of Technology
MLA Modern Language Association
MLN Modern Language Notes
NPS National Park Service, US Department of Interior
NYRB New York Review of Books
NYT New York Times
PMLA Publications of the Modern Language Association
SF science fiction
SUNY State University of New York Press, Albany, NY
TLS Times Literary Supplement
USM&DR United States Magazine and Democratic Review
 Introduction

The past is everywhere. All around us lie features with more or less familiar antecedents.
Relics, histories, memories suffuse human experience. Most past traces ultimately perish,
and all that remain are altered. But they are collectively enduring. Noticed or ignored,
cherished or spurned, the past is omnipresent. ‘What is once done can never be undone
. . . Everything remains forever’, wrote Václav Havel, ‘somewhere here’.1 The past is not
simply what has been saved; it ‘lives and breathes . . . in every corner of the world’, adds a
historian.2 A mass of memories and records, of relics and replicas, of monuments and
memorabilia, sustains our being. We efface traces of tradition to assert our autonomy and
expunge our errors, but the past inheres in all we do and think. Residues of bygone lives
and locales ceaselessly enrich and inhibit our own. Awareness of things past comes less
from fact finding than from feeling time’s impact on traits and traces, words and deeds of
both our precursors and ourselves. To know we are ephemeral lessees of age-old hopes
and dreams that have animated generations of endeavour secures our place – now to
rejoice, now to regret – in the scheme of things.
Ever more of the past, from the exceptional to the ordinary, from remote antiquity to
barely yesterday, from the collective to the personal, is nowadays filtered by self-
conscious appropriation. Such all-embracing heritage is scarcely distinguishable from
past totality. It includes not only what we like or admire but also what we fear or
abominate. Besides its conscious legacies, the past’s manifold residues are embedded in
our minds and muscles, our genes and genres de vie. Of passionate concern to all, the
‘goodly heritage’ of Psalm 16 becomes ‘the cuckoo in the historian’s nest’, purloining the
progeny of Clio, the muse of history.3
None of the past definitively eludes our intense involvement. What we are now
indifferent to once meant much or may later do so. That being so, I survey the past
not only through lenses of memory and history but also through present-day perspectives
– impassioned views of right and wrong, good and evil, ownership and alienation,
identity and entitlement. We descry the past both for its sake and for our sake. Neither
historian nor layman is ever aloof or detached from it. To know is to care, to care is to
use, to use is to transform the past. Continually refashioned, the remade past continu-
ously remoulds us.
Embraced or rejected, lauded or lamented, remembered or forgotten, the whole past is
always with us. No one has not ‘said things, or lived a life, the memory of which is so
unpleasant to him that he would gladly expunge it’. And yet one learns wisdom only by

1
Václav Havel, To the Castle and Back, (Knopf, 2007), 330 (my emphasis).
2
Constantin Fasolt, The Limits of History (Chicago, 2004), 16.
3
Graeme Davison, The Uses and Abuses of the Past (Allen & Unwin, 2000), 9–14, 110–30.

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2 Introduction

passing through ‘all the fatuous or unwholesome incarnations’, says Proust’s painter
Elstir. ‘The picture of what we were . . . may not be recognisable and cannot, certainly, be
pleasing to contemplate in later life. But we must not repudiate it, for it is a proof that we
have really lived.’ Indeed, however you try, ‘you can’t put the past behind you’, concludes
a scion of slavery. ‘It’s buried in you; it’s turned your flesh into its own cupboard.’4 We
inherit a legacy no less inalienable when obscure or obnoxious. To be is to have been, and
to project our messy, malleable past into our unknown future.

An authorial credo
Relations with the past can neither be prescribed nor proscribed, for they infuse all our
ideas and institutions. Asked to add to a batch of historical manifestos, I demurred that
‘historians should disdain manifestos; they are contradictions in terms. To issue proc-
lamations and thunder denunciations is the duty of prelates and politicos. Our calling
is not to moralise or preach but to discern and reveal – to make manifest (from the
Italian manifestare) what deserves being evident’.5 But I could not resist the urge to
pontificate, avowing concern for the communal past and deploring its evisceration and
domestication.
Having previously vilified populist history, I was accused of ‘weeping in [my] beard’ for
lost academic felicity. For my faith in empirical objectivity I was taken to task as a
‘bittersweet’ nostalgist.6 I do affirm the existence of historical truth and laud its disclos-
ure. I do regret the modernist and postmodern breach with classical and biblical legacies.
Like Mary Beard, I hold these legacies inextricably integral to Western culture, its horrors
along with its glories.7 I do share Gordon Wood’s cheer that most historians still adhere
to coherent and causally related narrative.8 But I also consider invented heritage, no less
than revealed history, both inescapable and indispensable. In fabricating the past ‘we tell
ourselves who we are, where we came from, and to what we belong’.9
I have not exhaustively studied most of the topics this book surveys. Instead I have
sought to fashion a plausible synthesis out of extremely heterogeneous materials. Trespass-
ing beyond my own expertise, I am bound often to have misinterpreted the art and
architectural historians, psychologists and psychoanalysts, archaeologists and theologians,
medievalists and Renaissance scholars on whose research I rely. For this I beg their pardon
and readers’ forbearance. Apart from a few realms – nineteenth-century American history,
landscape perceptions, science fiction, historic preservation – my citations reflect no
comprehensive sampling, but selections whose aptness authorities generally attest.

4
Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past (1913–27; Penguin, 1983), 1: 923–4; Claudia Rankine, Citizen:
An American Lyric (Minneapolis, MN, Graywolf 2014).
5
See my ‘The past of the future: from the foreign to the undiscovered country’, in Keith Jenkins et al., eds.,
Manifestos for History (Routledge, 2007), 205–19 at 205.
6
David Harlan, ‘Historical fiction and the future of academic history’, 108–30 at 120, and Hayden White,
‘Afterword: manifesto time’, 220–31 at 231, both in Jenkins et al., eds., Manifestos for History.
7
Mary Beard, ‘Do the classics have a future?’ NYRB, 12 Jan. 2012: 54.
8
Gordon S. Wood, The Purpose of the Past: Reflections on the Uses of History (Penguin, 2008), 40–61.
9
David Lowenthal, The Heritage Crusade and the Spoils of History (Cambridge, 1998), xvii.
 How my past became foreign 3

Reversion to original sources reflects my well-founded suspicion of secondary sources,

need to reconcile variant readings, and efforts to ensure contextual accuracy.10
My syntheses tap the collective takes on the past of many disciplines. Save for
unlettered antiquity and recent popular culture, such insights are heavily weighted
towards literate elites who troubled to record their views and were most inclined to
speculate about the past. ‘The wisest men in every age . . . possess and profit by the
constantly increasing accumulation of the ideas of all ages’, noted John Stuart Mill, ‘but
the multitude . . . have the ideas of their own age, and no others’.11 My own conclusions
inevitably rely mainly on that influential minority, present and past. It is this knowledge-
able fraction to whom my ‘we’ and ‘our’ generally refers.
Present attitudes and those of our immediate forebears dominate this study, but
exploring them often led me back to ancient times. Quality of evidence, confidence in
sources, and comprehension of alien realms and cultures decline as the past recedes, but
I perforce move back and forth across centuries with what may seem casual disregard for
such differences. Spatially and culturally my conclusions are also parochial. Although
I focus broadly on Western culture and rely on pan-European classical and subsequent
scholarship, notably French, German, and Italian, I rely most heavily on anglophone
literature. For non-European cultures equivalent studies would reach radically different
conclusions.
A final caveat: I adduce such heterogeneous evidence – fiction, religious tracts,
psychological treatises, interviews, autobiographies, heritage marketing, the history of
ideas, polemics on preservation and restoration – as to seem wantonly eclectic or
absurdly disparate. I do so not because I suppose all these sources analogous or of equal
evidential value, but to make cogent what otherwise goes unnoted. Gleaned from things
recalled and culled over a lifetime, my trove resembles Henry James’s grab-bag of
memory more than J. H. Hexter’s coherence of history.12

How my past became foreign

‘The past is a foreign country’, begins L. P. Hartley’s The Go-Between; ‘they do things
differently there’. From his 1950s’ memory of 1900, he sought to convey the ‘illusion of
stability . . . the confidence in life, the belief that all’s well with the world’. That seemingly
pervasive belief would soon be shattered by slaughter in the trenches and tumultuous
change in civil society.13
That they did indeed do things differently is a quite recent perception. During most of
history scholars scarcely differentiated past from present, referring even to remote events,

10
See my ‘The frailty of historical truth: learning why historians inevitably err’, AHA Perspectives on History
51:3 (March 2013): 25–6.
11
John Stuart Mill, ‘The spirit of the age, I’, Examiner, Jan.–May 1831, nos. I, IV, in CW (Toronto, 1963–91),
22: 227–34 at 234.
12
Henry James, The American Scene (1907; Indiana, 1968), 410; J. H. Hexter, ‘The rhetoric of history’,
International Encyclopedia of the Social Sciences (Macmillan, 1968), 6: 368–94.
13
L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between (1953; NYRB Classics, 1962, repr. 2002), 17, and ‘Author’s introduction’
(1962 edn), 7–15 at 8–10.
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4 Introduction

if at all, as though just then occurring. Up to the nineteenth century the historical past
was generally thought much like the present. To be sure, history recorded major changes
of life and landscape, gains and losses, but human nature supposedly remained constant,
events actuated by unchanging passions and prejudices. Even when ennobled by nostalgia
or deprecated by partisans of progress, the past seemed not a foreign country but part of
their own. And chroniclers portrayed bygone times with an immediacy and intimacy that
reflected the supposed likeness.14
This outlook had two particular consequences. Past departures from present standards
were praised as virtuous or condemned as depraved. And since past circumstances
seemed comparable and hence relevant to present concerns, history served as a source
of useful exemplars. A past explained in terms similar to the present also suited common
views of why things happened as they had. Whether unfolding in accordance with the
Creator’s grand design or with nature’s cyclical laws, towards decline or towards progress,
history’s pattern was immutable and universal.
From time to time, prescient observers realized that historical change made present
unlike past circumstances. But awareness of anachronism ran counter to prevailing needs
and perspectives. Only in the late eighteenth century did Europeans begin to conceive the
past as different, not just another country but a congeries of foreign lands shaped by
unique histories and personalities. This new past gradually ceased to provide comparative
lessons. Instead it became cherished for validating and exalting the present. This aroused
urges to preserve and restore monuments and memories as emblems of communal
identity, continuity, and aspiration.
During early-modern times archetypes of antiquity had dominated learning and law,
informed the arts, and suffused European culture. Antiquity was exemplary, beneficial,
and beautiful. Yet its physical remains were in the main neglected or demolished.
Architects and sculptors were more apt to mine classical vestiges for their own works
than to protect them against pillage and loss; patrons gave less thought to collecting
antique fragments than to commissioning new works modelled on their virtues. Only in
the nineteenth century did preservation evolve from an antiquarian, quirky, personal
pursuit into sustained national programmes. Only in the late twentieth did every country
seek to secure its own heritage against despoliation and decay.
Recognizing the past’s difference promoted its preservation; the act of preserving
accentuated that difference. Venerated as a fount of communal identity, cherished as
an endangered legacy, yesterday became less and less like today. Yet its relics and residues
are increasingly stamped with today’s lineaments. We fancy an exotic past by contrast
with a humdrum or unhappy present, but we forge it with modern tools. The past is a
foreign country reshaped by today, its strangeness domesticated by our own modes of
caring for its vestiges.
The past also accrues intentional new evocations. When I conceived this book’s
precursor in the 1970s the American scene was already steeped in pastness – mansarded
and half-timbered shopping plazas, exposed brick and butcher-block historic precincts,

14
Erwin Panofsky, Renaissance and Renascences in Western Art (1960; Paladin, 1970), 108–13; Zachary Sayre
Schiffman, The Birth of the Past (Johns Hopkins, 2011).
 Finding the foreign country 5

heritage villages, urban preservation. Previously confined to a handful of museums and

antique shops, the trappings of history festooned the whole country. All memorabilia
were cherished, from relics of the Revolution to teacups from the Titanic. Antiques
embraced even yesterday’s ephemera. Genealogical zeal ranged from Alex Haley’s Roots
to the retrospective conversion of Mormon ancestors. Newly unsure of the future,
Americans en masse took comfort in looking back. Historic villages and districts became
familiar and reassuring home towns.
As an American then transplanted to Britain I espied similar trends in a nation more
secure in its older collective identity. While disdaining a Disneyfied history, British
conservationists mounted guard on everything from old churches to hoary hedgerows,
deplored the drain of heritage across the Atlantic, and solaced present discontents with past
glories. Presaging the 2010s TV series Downton Abbey, the quasi-feudal country house
remained an icon of national identity even as death duties impoverished its chatelains.
‘Millions knew who they were by reference to it. Hundreds of thousands look back to it, and
not only grieve for its passing but still depend on it . . . to tell them who they are’, wrote
Nigel Dennis. ‘Thousands who never knew it . . . cherish its memory.’15 When the
European Parliament suggested renaming Waterloo Station, then Eurostar’s rail terminus,
because it perpetuated divisive memories of the Napoleonic Wars, Britons retorted that it
was ‘salutary for the French to be constantly reminded of Wellington’s great victory’.16
Fashions for old films, old clothes, old music, old recipes were ubiquitous; revivals
dominated architecture and the arts; schoolchildren delved into local history and grand-
parental recollections; historical romances and tales of olden days deluged the media.
Bygones of every kind were salvaged with ‘techniques of preservation that would have
dumbfounded our forefathers’, commented Dennis’s fictional nostalgist. So expert was our
‘taxidermy that there is now virtually nothing that is not considerably more lively after
death than it was before’.17

Finding the foreign country

This book has multiple points of departure and destination. The past bewitches all
historians. My enthrallment stems from a study, begun in 1949, of the American polymath
George Perkins Marsh (1801–82), who chronicled landscape history from the debris of
nature and the relics of human impact. Paralleling recent deforestation in his native
Vermont with earlier Mediterranean denudation and subsequent erosion by Alpine tor-
rents, Marsh gained unique insight into how humans had deranged – largely unintention-
ally, often disastrously – the habitable Earth. Marsh’s apocalyptic warning that ‘another era
of equal human crime and human improvidence’ would so impoverish the Earth ‘as to
threaten the depravation, barbarism, and perhaps even extinction of the species’, made his
1864 Man and Nature the fountainhead of the conservation movement.18

15
Nigel Dennis, Cards of Identity (1955; Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 1974), 119.
16
John de Courcy Ling quoted in ‘British refighting Battle of Waterloo’, IHT, 29–30 Sept. 1984: 1.
17
Dennis, Cards of Identity, 136.
18
George P. Marsh, Man and Nature (1864; Harvard, 1965), 43. See my George Perkins Marsh: Versatile
Vermonter (Columbia, 1958) and George Perkins Marsh: Prophet of Conservation (Washington, 2000).
6 Introduction

Marsh sought to protect history as well as nature, to preserve artefacts of everyday

life along with great monuments of antiquity. Not the accoutrements of princes and
prelates, but the tools of field and workshop, the household implements and
customary trappings of their own forebears, would remind Americans of their
antecedents. Linked with the Romantic nationalism rooted in folklore and vernacu-
lar languages, Marsh’s concern with common material vestiges bore fruition a
generation later in Artur Hazelius’s Skansen in Sweden, precursor of today’s farm
and industrial museums.19 Marsh’s stress on the workaday past prefigured today’s
heritage populism.
Moving between the New World and the Old in the 1960s, I saw how differently
peoples depicted and reshaped communal legacies. English locales seemed permeated by
fondness for the old and traditional. All the arts and the whole built environment
reflected this bias. Delight in continuity and cumulation was integral to English appreci-
ation of genius loci, the enduring idiosyncrasies that lend places their essential identity.20
For Americans the past seemed both less intimate and less consequential. Far from
venerating inherited vestiges, they traditionally derogated them as reminders of deca-
dence and dependency. Admired relic features were either safely distant in Europe,
sanitized by patriotic purpose as at Mount Vernon and Williamsburg, or debased by
hucksters. Only a handful of wistful WASPs esteemed ancestry and antiques; to most
Americans the past was musty, irrelevant, corrupt.21
The early 1970s turned attention to historical preservation on both sides of the
Atlantic. The erosion of older city cores by urban redevelopment, the surge of nostalgia
in the wake of post-war social and ecological debacles, the mounting pillage of antiquities
for rapacious collectors led me to postulate that these trends had common roots and
common outcomes. Present needs reshaped tangible remains in ways strikingly analo-
gous to revisions of memory and history, as in Freud’s archaeological metaphors for
psychoanalytic excavation (Chapter 7 below).
Celebration of ethnic and national roots next engaged me. In the mid-1970s American
bicentennial memorabilia and re-enactments reshaped the Revolutionary past to present
desires. I traced the ways appreciation and protection transformed valued relics and
locales. I studied how and why age and wear affected viewers in ways unlike historical
antiquity. Dwelling abroad led me to compare Caribbean and Australian orientations
with North American. Each of these New World realms had shaped diverse ways of
defining, vaunting, and rejecting their various pasts.
Historic preservation, now a popular calling, next drew my attention. Sojourns among
preservation programmes in Vermont, Kansas, and Tennessee revealed the primacy of
architectural salvage and ensuing problems of gentrification. To learn what people cared

19
Edward P. Alexander, Museum Masters: Their Museums, and Their Influence (AASLH, 1983), 239–75;
Karin Belent et al., eds., Skansen (Stockholm: Sandvikens Tryckeri, 2002).
20
David Lowenthal and Hugh C. Prince, ‘The English landscape’ and ‘English landscape tastes’, Geographical
Review 54 (1964): 309–46 and 55 (1965): 186–222.
21
See my ‘The American scene’, Geographical Review 58 (1968): 61–88.
 Finding the foreign country 7

to save, Marcus Binney of SAVE Britain’s Heritage and I held a London symposium in
1979, followed by an Anglo-American conference on heritage management and legisla-
tion. Practitioners joined academics in discussing motives for saving everything from
heirlooms to hatpins and related problems of provenance, stewardship, public entitle-
ment, and the corrosive effects of popularity on fabric and ambience.22
The rage for time-travel fantasy led me to review imaginative journeys in science
fiction, folklore, and children’s literature. Their venturers yearned for and coped with
visits to remote or recent pasts. Not unlike time travellers, legacy-seeking nations craved
relics and records of fancied pasts. Formerly subjugated peoples deprived of precious
patrimony highlighted issues of ownership, restitution, safety, conservation, and exhib-
ition. The Elgin Marbles conflict was a prime instance of political passions aroused. A
1981 lecture of mine on heritage restitution figured in the confrontation between Greek
culture minister Melina Mercouri and the British Museum over the return of the
Parthenon frieze.
National efforts to fashion praiseworthy pasts resembled individual needs to construct
viable life histories. Students of nationalism, psychoanalysis, and literature realized that
states like persons confront competing pulls of dependence and autonomy, tradition and
innovation. Similar metaphors for managing both supportive and burdensome pasts
resounded across manifold disciplines and epochs. Attitudes towards the past, and
reasons for preserving and altering its residues, reflected predispositions common to
history, to memory, and to relics.
Publication of The Past Is a Foreign Country in 1985 led me to address curatorial
dilemmas among archaeologists and art historians at the British, the Victoria and Albert,
the Science, and Ironbridge Gorge museums. The historian Peter Burke and I led three
years of seminars on ‘The Uses of the Past’ at the Warburg Institute and University
College London. Growing concern over heritage authenticity and legitimacy was central
to the British Museum’s 1990 exhibition ‘Fake? The Art of Deception’, which I helped
Mark Jones to curate. And as post-imperial critique began to query Western domination
in archaeology, with Peter Ucko, Peter Gathercole, and others I helped mount the First
World Archaeology Congress in Southampton in 1986.
Growing global participation likewise broadened UNESCO’s World Heritage Site
designations, while cosmopolitanism spurred revision of the canonical 1964 Venice
Charter. That document had accorded prime value to western Europe’s surviving marble
monuments and stone and brick buildings. Less durable wooden architecture predomin-
ant in Norway and Japan led conservators to focus on rebuilt form rather than original
substance; I joined the 1990s Bergen workshop and the Nara conference that rewrote
criteria of authenticity accordingly. A decade later other cultural differences in heritage
fuelled a similar drive to celebrate and protect intangible heritage. Where structures and
artefacts soon decayed or were customarily replaced by new creations, what truly
mattered was the maintenance of traditional skills and crafts, arts, and genres de vie.

22
David Lowenthal and Marcus Binney, eds., Our Past before Us: Why Do We Save It? (Temple Smith, 1981);
David Lowenthal, ‘Conserving the heritage: Anglo-American comparisons’, in John Patten, ed., The
Expanding City: Essays in Honour of Jean Gottmann (Academic Press, 1983), 225–76.
8 Introduction

Publication of my earlier book intensified my own involvement in challenging new

approaches to history and heritage. In unifying Europe, felt needs for a consensual
historical memory coexisted uneasily with resurgent national and regional identities.
I addressed these history and heritage conflicts in advisory roles at the Council of Europe
and Europa Nostra and in Poland, Finland, Sweden, Norway, Italy, Germany, Switzer-
land, and France. Pierre Nora, whose Lieux de mémoire began to appear at the same time
as my book, and I held discussions at French universities on cultural and linguistic
impediments to trans-national understanding of the past.
Growing globalization of history texts, heritage concerns, antiquities’ issues and
cultural tourism animated efforts to understand the past on a sounder philosophical
basis. History remained overwhelmingly nationalistic, heritage traditionally crisis driven,
its concerns dormant until activated by actual or threatened loss or damage. Various
academic initiatives – at UNESCO, ICCROM, the Getty Conservation Institute, and
elsewhere – foundered for want of institutional support, in a budgetary climate that
confined past-related benefits to immediate economic payoffs.
The dawn of the new millennium saw the erosion of heritage enterprise, including my
own teaching programmes at West Dean and Strawberry Hill, England. Meanwhile,
rising tribal and subaltern demands to return human remains and artefacts beleaguered
museums, nation-states, and international agencies. Restitution and repatriation con-
cerns and mounting antiquities theft and plunder made management of the past a moral
and legal minefield. Meanwhile the surge of traumatic memory and reconciliation issues
in the wake of the Holocaust, apartheid, and other crimes against humanity transformed
how the past was understood, blamed, and atoned for. This impelled my own return to
consequences of slavery and racism that had been my Caribbean concerns half a century
earlier. Together with the US National Park Service and colleagues in Norway, Italy,
Malta, Greece, and Turkey I sought to bridge stewardship of past and future, nature and
culture, protection and restoration in history, landscape, the arts and politics.

Frequenting the foreign country

‘Your book is twenty years old. Update it!’ my editor bade me in 2004. The idea was
alluring. I’d recently revised my nearly fifty-year-old biography George Perkins Marsh:
Versatile Vermonter. Two decades seemed a comparative snap.
Rereading sapped my euphoria. It’s one thing to update a life, especially one long gone.
It is quite another to modernize a book dealing with views of the past. Where to begin
and end? In 2002 my Russian translator asked me what certain early ’80s news items
meant. For many I could recall nothing. Should ancient trivia be ditched for fresh
ephemera? Some illustrations – notably the cartoons – seemed bizarrely outdated.
Nothing fades faster than humour.
Updating, moreover, demanded more than replacing old anecdotes and not-so-current
events. It meant recasting the book entirely, given the spate of recent work on history and
memory, bias and objectivity, artefacts and monuments, facts and fakes, identity and
authenticity, remorse and contrition. Much had changed in how the past was envisioned.
Previously I had dealt with postmodernism only in its architectural context, with
 Frequenting the foreign country 9

restitution and repatriation hardly at all, and was wholly unprepared for the ensuing
spurt in everyday-memory studies and concomitant apologies for past crimes and evils.
Other newly salient stances towards the past included the shift from written to visual
portrayal, the rise of multi-vocal, reflexive narrative, polychronic flashbacks, Internet and
website effects, online quests for genetic, personal, family, and tribal pasts. A properly
comprehensive revision threatened to take the rest of my life. Ten years on, it has almost
done so.
Updating also risked surfeit. The Past Is a Foreign Country struck some as all too much
like the past itself – messy, inchoate, ‘just one damned thing after another’. One reviewer
faintly praised it as ‘a fantastic treasure-house, a Calke Abbey of a book’ – referring to the
English National Trust mansion acquired from Sir Harpur Vauncey-Crewe, who had
filled room after room with stuffed birds, seashells, rocks, swords, butterflies, baubles, and
gewgaws. My verbally inflated cabinet of curiosities resembled the Derbyshire baronet’s
obsessive amassing. ‘What could be alien’ to Lowenthal? my critic wondered. ‘Ballet?
Brewing? Bionics? Bee-keeping?’23
I had already penned a book that took off from where The Past Is a Foreign Country
ended.24 In it I distinguished the rising cult of heritage – partisan manipulations of the
past – from historians’ impartial and consensual efforts to understand it. Appropriating
the past for parti pris purposes, heritage purged its foreignness. The past’s growing
domestication now threatened to subvert this book’s premise. I weighed retitling in the
past tense. But The Past Was a Foreign Country lacked felicity. ‘What a great title’, said
many – often implying they had read no further. Yet for all the renown of Hartley’s
riveting phrase, it is often mangled. Reviewers with the book in their hands misnamed it
The Past Is Another, a Distant, Different, Strange, Lonely, even a Weird Country.
‘Well, Emmeline, what’s new?’ Tobey’s interlocutor asks her bygones-burdened hostess
in the 1976 cartoon (Fig.1). ‘We can be certain’, wrote one of my reviewers, ‘that the
1980s will come to be seen as the “good old days”’. The 1980s don’t yet have the appeal of
the 1950s, which ‘the extreme reaches of the Right, confirmed bachelors of a certain
vintage, drag queens and couturiers . . . wish had never ended’.25
So what else is new? Like nostalgia, the past ain’t what it used to be. Thirty years have
scuppered many previous outlooks. Mere passage of time made this inevitable. The ’80s
now moulder in the graveyard of the long-ago. What then seemed portentous or fateful,
helter-skelter or baffling, today seems obvious or trivial, blinkered and blind-sided.
Yesteryear’s consuming concern – the Cold War – is now passé, overtaken by events
and succeeded by anxieties then undreamt.
Many witnesses to that earlier past are now gone, and its survivors are a lot older:
age renders some forgetful, others more sceptical, less sanguine. The lengthened recollec-
tions of retired baby-boomers merge with the collectively chronicled stream, memory

23
A. H. Halsey, ‘Past perfect?’ History Today (Mar. 1986): 54; Colin Welch, ‘Gone before but not lost’,
Spectator, 23 Nov. 1985: 27; Martin Drury, ‘The restoration of Calke Abbey’, Journal of the Royal Society of
Arts 136 (1988): 490–9.
24
David Lowenthal, The Heritage Crusade and the Spoils of History, (Cambridge, 1998).
25
Lincoln Allison, ‘Spirit of the eighties’, New Society, 25 Apr. 1986: 24; Lisa Armstrong, ‘Goodbye hippie chic
as Galliano turns hourglass back to the 50s’, Times, 7 July 2004.
10 Introduction

Figure 1 The past all-pervasive: ‘Well, Emmeline, what’s new?’

(Barney Tobey, New Yorker, 25/10/1976, p. 37)
 Frequenting the foreign country 11

dovetailing into a longer personal history.26 Meanwhile, oldsters confront the bizarre
takes on the past of youngsters not even born when this book’s precursor came out. Their
sense of history, like their memories, often seems to their elders trivial, curtailed,
amnesiac; History Channel viewers ask for ‘younger historians, with better hair’.27
Additionally, calendric happenstance imposes a fin-de-siècle sense of change – we are
no longer twentieth- but twenty-first-century people, denizens even of a new millennium.
Like post-French Revolutionaries of the early 1800s and fin-de-siècle survivors in the early
1900s, we feel marooned in fearsome novelty. The past is not simply foreign but utterly
estranged, as if on some remote planet. Our exile from it seems total, lasting, irrevocable.
‘The worst thing about being a child of the 20th century is that you end up an adult of the
21st’, remarked a caustic columnist. ‘It was natural to be nineteenth century in the
nineteenth century, and anyone could do it, but in the twentieth it takes quite a lot of
toil’, wrote English observers of 1960s America.28 In the twenty-first century being
nineteenth century seems appealing but impossible.
Irrelevant and irretrievable as the past may seem, it is by no means simply sloughed off.
To assuage the grief of loss, the pain of rupture, the distress of obsolescence, we cling
avidly to all manner of pasts, however alien or fragmentary. We also add to them in ways
evident and extraordinary. Newly augmented and embellished pasts cannot replace the
traditional ‘world we have lost’.29 But they comprise a complex of histories and memor-
ies, relics and traces, roots and reinterpretations, quite unlike our legacy a third of a
century back.
Self-evident is the past’s lengthening by the accretion of some thirty years. Every
quarter-century seems especially earth-shaking to eyewitnesses; recent years commonly
feel most momentous. It is a common fallacy to deem one’s own epoch singularly
significant or dire. Early theologians divined in contemporary annals portents of immi-
nent apocalypse; palaeontologists discerned from fossil sequences the anatomical perfec-
tion reached in their own time; moderns consider their era critical because millennial.30
Every present is specially salient to its self-centred denizens.
To be sure, recent decades have been eventful: the collapse of the Berlin Wall and the
Soviet Union, the end of the Cold War and of apartheid, the disintegration of Yugoslavia,
genocide in Bosnia and Rwanda, global warming, 9/11 and faith-based suicidal terrorism,
the decline of American hegemony, revolutions in electronic data and communications,
the spread of AIDS and Ebola, the demographic ageing of the West and the economic rise
of the East, Chinese and Indian growth, Mideast turmoil and the failed Arab Spring –
such events, sanguine or ominous, engender histories that no prognosis foresaw.
The last three decades were not uniquely dislocating – compare Revolutionary and
Napoleonic 1790–1815, or World Wars and Holocaust 1914–45. But they were differently
disruptive. Events spawned media persistently catastrophic in theme and tone, warning of

26
Andrew Sanders, In the Olden Time: Victorians and the British Past (Yale, 2013), 312.
27
Jim Rutenberg, ‘Media talk’, NYT, 5 Aug. 2002.
28
Alan Coren, ‘How I found myself in the wrong century’, Times, 10 Aug. 2004; Malcolm Bradbury and
Michael Oursler, ‘Department of amplification’, New Yorker, 2 July 1960: 58–62 at 59.
29
Peter Laslett, The World We Have Lost: England before the Industrial Age (Methuen, 1965).
30
Stephen Jay Gould, Wonderful Life: The Burgess Shale and the Nature of History (Norton, 1989), 43–5.
12 Introduction

the end of history, the end of humanity, the end of nature, the end of everything.
Millennial prospects in 2000 were lacklustre and downbeat; Y2K seemed a portent of
worse to come. Not even post-Hiroshima omens of nuclear annihilation unleashed such
pervasive glum foreboding. Today’s angst reflects unexampled loss of faith in progress:
fears that our children will be worse off than ourselves, doubts that neither government
nor industry, science nor technology, can set things right.
The past has lengthened backwards far more than towards the present. Science shines
new light on events ever longer ago in human, hominid, terrestrial, and cosmic time, to
the first nanoseconds 13.7 billion years ago. Non-recurrent contingencies that have long
informed geological history now enliven astronomy and biology. History’s sweep came to
include galaxies, stars, comets, and atoms, the universe evolving like living beings and
human societies. All nature – plants, animals, continents, planets, stars, and galaxies – is
now historicized. Cyclical regularity and enduring equilibria no longer set natural history
apart from human annals. Genes, cells, organs, and organisms all change historically.31
Narrative awareness is integral to modern biology. ‘We cannot foretell a biosphere’,
instead, we ‘tell the stories as it unfolds’. Hence ‘biospheres demand their Shakespeares
as well as their Newtons’.32
Intentionality aside, biological and stellar histories rival human annals in unpredict-
ability. Cyclical regularity yields to chaotic temporal drift. Nature is seen to share
humanity’s turbulent, capricious career; geologists and biologists conjure like historians
with opposing forces of friction (custom or tradition) and of stress (innovation or
revolution). The episodic flows and fractures of the Earth’s crust are as contingent as
human history: nothing ever precisely repeats. In sum, ‘cosmic history. natural history,
and human history have come together in a single fabric’.33 The segregation of prehistoric
from historical archaeology, once de rigueur, is now virtually expunged, timeless prehis-
tory becoming eventful history. Biology, neurology, pharmacology, and linguistics com-
bine in tracing preliterate hominid and human annals.34
Mirroring mishaps of the recent past are disasters now shown to have punctuated
previous aeons. The newly enlarged and convoluted past arouses fears similar to those
unleashed by the nineteenth-century expansion of time. Then, Earth’s demonstrably
awesome antiquity cast disturbing doubts on Scriptural history. Today, ecological insights
dismay those once comforted by nature’s presumed constancy and regularity. Used to an
Earth undisturbed by remote cosmic events, they took heart in the benign succession
of seasons and in supposedly stable ecological equilibrium. But proof of episodic mass

31
Fred Spier, The Structure of Big History: From the Big Bang until Today (Amsterdam University Press,
1996); Fred Spier, ‘Big history’, Interdisciplinary Science Reviews 33:2 (2008): 141–52; David Christian,
Maps of Time (California, 2004); David Christian, ‘A single historical continuum’, Cliodynamics 2 (2011):
6–26; Harlow Shapley, Beyond the Observatory (Scribner’s, 1967), 15–16; Immanuel Maurice Wallerstein,
The Uncertainties of Knowledge (Temple, 2004), 23, 115–16; Martin J. S. Rudwick, Bursting the Limits of
Time (Chicago, 2005), 188–93, 642–51.
32
Stuart A. Kauffman, Investigations (Oxford, 2000), 22.
33
William H. McNeill, ‘Passing strange: the convergence of evolutionary science with scientific history’,
History and Theory 44:1 (2001): 1–15 at 5.
34
Daniel Lord Smail, On Deep History and the Brain (California, 2008); Andrew Shryock and Daniel Lord
Smail, eds., Deep History: The Architecture of Past and Present (California, 2011).
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 PART SECOND.

But lo! the harvest wide extends—

The fields are white o'er all the plain—
The tares in bundles must be bound,
While we with care secure the grain.

Shall we repine when Jesus calls,

Or count the sacrifice too great,
To spend our lives as pilgrims here,
Or loose them for the gospel's sake?

When Jesus Christ has done the same,

Without a place to lay his head,
A pilgrim on the earth he came,
Until for us his blood was shed.

Shall we behold the nations doomed

To sword and famine, blood and fire,
Yet not the least exertion make,
But from the scene in peace retire?

No; while his love for me extends,

The pattern makes my duty plain—
I'll sound to earth's remotest ends,
His gospel to the sons of men!

Farewell, my kind and faithful friend,

Until we meet on earth again—
For soon our pilgrimage shall end,
And the Messiah come to reign.
REFLECTIONS.
IN PRISON, APRIL, 1839.
O freedom, must thy spirit now withdraw
From earth, returning to its native heaven,
There to dwell, till armed with sevenfold vengeance
It comes again to earth with king Messiah,
And all his marshalled hosts in glory bright,
To tread the winepress of Almighty God,
And none escape?—ye powers of heaven forbid;—
Let freedom linger still on shores of time,
And in the breasts of thine afflicted saints,
Let freedom find a peaceful retirement,—
A place of rest;—till o'er the troubled earth—
Mercy, justice, and eternal truth,
While journeying hand in hand to exalt the humble
And debase the proud, shall find some nation
Poor, oppressed, afflicted and despised,
Cast out and trodden under foot of tyrants
Proud, the hiss, the bye-word, and the scorn of knaves:—
And there let freedom's spirit wide prevail.
And grow, and flourish—'mid the humble poor,
Exhalted and enriched by virtue,
Knowledge, temperance, and love—till o'er the earth
Messiah comes to reign;—the proud consumed.
No more oppress the poor.—
Let Freedom's eagle then, (forthcoming, like
The Dove from Noah's Ark) on lofty pinions soar,
And spread its wide domain from end to end,
O'er all the vast expanse of this wide earth,—
While freedom's Temple rears its lofty spires
Amid the skies, and on its bosom rests!
A cloud by day and flaming fire by night!!
But stay, my spirit, though thou feign would'st soar
On high; mid scenes of glory, peace and joy;
From bondage free, and bid thy jail farewell:—
Stop,—wait awhile,—let patience have her perfect work,
Return again to suffering scenes through which
The way to glory lies; and speak of things
Around thee —thou art in prison still
Around thee, thou art in prison still.
But spring has now returned, the wintry blasts
Have ceased to howl through my prison crevices.
The soft and gentle breezes of the south
Are whistling gayly past; and incense sweet
On zephyr's wing, with fragrance fills the air,
Wafted from blooming flowrets of the spring;
While round my lonely dungeon oft is heard
Melodious strains as if the birds of spring
In anthems sweet conspired to pity and
Console the drooping spirits there confined.
All things around me show that days, and weeks,
And months have fled, although to me not mark'd
By sabbaths—and but faintly mark'd by dim
And sombre rays of light alternate mid
The gloom of overhanging night which still
Pervades my drear and solitary cell.
Where now those helpless ones I left to mourn?
Have they perished? no.—what then!—has some
Elijah call'd and found them in the last
Extreme, and multiplied their meal and oil?
Yes, verily,—the Lord has fill'd the hearts
Of his poor saints with everlasting love,
Which, in proportion to their poverty,
Increased with each increasing want, till all
Reduced unto the widow's mite and then
Like her, their living they put in, and thus
O'erflowed the treasury of the Lord with more
Abundant stores than all the wealth of kings.
And thus supported, fed, and clothed; and moved
From scenes of sorrow to a land of peace—
They live!—and living still they do rejoice
In tribulation deep:
Well knowing their redemption draweth nigh!
THE FALLS OF NIAGARA.
WRITTEN IN PRISON.

Boast not, O proud Niagara! although

Thou mayest withstand the ravages of time,
While countless millions swept away with all
Their mighty works, are lost in following years:
Yet there is a voice to speak, long and loud!
'Tis Michael's trump, whose mighty blast shall rend
Thy rocks, and bow thy lofty mountains in the dust.
Before whose awful presence thy waters
Blush in retiring modesty; and in
Respectful silence thou shalt stand, and listening,
Wonder and admire, while thunders roll
Majestic round the sky;—the lightnings play,—
The mountains sink,—the valleys rise,—till earth,
Restored to its original—receives
Its final rest, and groans and sighs no more.
Till then weep on, and let thy voice ascend,
In solemn music to the skies;—it is
A funeral dirge,—thou weepest o'er the miseries
Of a fallen world—in anguish deep.
 SPRING.
WRITTEN IN PRISON, APRIL, 1839.

See nature bursting into life and bloom:

Joyous, it rises from its wintry tomb,
Decked in pure robes of purple, white, or green:
Perfumed with incense sweet—O lovely scene!
Melodious sounds, with music soft and sweet,
Thrill through the air—thy joyous presence greet.
Behold, O Mary! and remember too,
There is a spring to bloom for me and you;—
We, like the spring, shall burst the sullen gloom.
All clothed in white—eternally to bloom.
We too, will join the choir his praise to sing,
And hail the welcome of Eternal Spring.
SIGNS OF THE TIMES.
WRITTEN IN PRISON.
Lift up your heads, ye scattered saints,
Redemption draweth nigh;
Our Saviour hears the orphans' plaints';
The widow's mournful cry.

The blood of those who have been slain

For vengeance cries aloud:
Nor shall its cries ascend in vain,
For vengeance on the proud.

The signs in heaven and earth appear;

And blood, and smoke, and fire;
Men's hearts are failing them for fear;
Redemption's drawing nigher.

Earthquakes are bellowing 'neath the ground,

And tempests through the air;—
The trumpet's blast with fearful sound,
Proclaims the alarm of war.

The saints are scattered to and fro,

Through all the earth abroad;
The gospel trump again to blow,
And then behold their God.

Rejoice, ye servants of our God,

Who to the end endure;
Rejoice, for great is your reward,
And your defence is sure.

Although this body should be slain

By cruel, wicked hands;
I'll praise my God in higher strains,
And on Mount Zion stand.

Glory to God, ye saints rejoice,

And sigh and groan no more;
But listen to the spirit's voice;
But listen to the spirit s voice;
Redemption's at the door.
 BIRTHDAY
IN PRISON, APRIL 12, 1839.

This is the day that gave me birth

In eighteen hundred seven;
From worlds unseen I came to earth,
Far from my native heaven.

Thirty and two long years have pass'd,

To grief and sorrow given;
And now to crown my woes at last
I am confined in prison.

'Tis not for crimes that I have done

That to my foes I'm given,
But to the world I am unknown,
And my reward's in heaven.

What troubled scenes may yet ensue

To strew my path with sorrow,
Is not for me to know, 'tis true,
I boast not of to-morrow.

One thing is sure, this life at best

Is like a troubled ocean;
I often wish myself at rest
From all its dire commotion.

But let its troubled bosom heave,

Its surges beat around me;
To truth, eternal truth, I cleave,
Its floods can never drown me.
ZION IN CAPTIVITY.
A LAMENTATION.

WRITTEN IN PRISON.
Torn from our friends and captive led,
'Mid armed legions bound in chains,
That peace for which our fathers bled
Is gone, and dire confusion reigns.

Zion, our peaceful happy home,

Where oft we joined in praise and prayer,
A desolation has become,
And grief and sorrow linger there.

Her virgins sigh, her widows mourn,

Her children for their parents weep;
In chains her priests and prophets groan,
While some in deaths cold arms do sleep.

Exultingly her savage foes

Now ravage, steal and plunder, where
A virgin's, tears, a widow's woes,
Became their song of triumph there.

How long, O Lord, wilt thou forsake

The saints who tremble at thy word?
Awake, O arm of God, awake—
And teach the nations thou art God.

Descend with all thy holy throng,

The year of thy redeem'd bring near;
Haste—haste the day of vengeance on—
Bid Zion's children dry their tears.

Deliver, Lord, thy captive saints,

And comfort those who long have mourn'd;
Bid Zion cease her dire complaints,
And all creation cease to groan.
OUR COUNTRY.
AN EXTRACT.

WRITTEN IN PRISON.
Here nature too, her grandest works display;
Sublimest themes inspire the Poet's lays,
As if creative power in skill progressed,
As onward still it moved towards the west.

Till here it finished with a master hand

Its mightiest works—to excel all other lands.
In awful majesty our mountains rise,
O'erlook the clouds, and tower amid the skies,
Their lofty summits bid defiance bold,
They fear no rival heights in older worlds.

'Tis true Himmaleh, (Asia's highest peak,)

Has dared with Chimborazo to compete;
But then our rocky summits—scarce explored
Some nameless rival heights may yet afford;
Whose towering pride shall seize the starry crown,
And cast Himmaleh, humbled, to the ground.

Our proud volcanoes, belching forth their flames,

With smoke and lava, overwhelm the plains;
Their lightnings play—their awful thunders roar,
Convulse the earth and sea from shore to shore.
Among them Cotopaxi's awful voice
Would silence Etna,—drown Vesuvius' noise;
While Europe wondering listens to admire
The power superior of Columbia's fires.

Our lakes, like inland seas expanding wide,

Have not a parallel on earth beside.
Ontario, Erie, Huron, Michigan,
And vast Superior form the mighty plan,
Their waves like oceans wash the verdant shore,
In western wilds too boundless to explore.

Can Europe, Africa, or Asia boast

A lake compared with these in all their coasts?
O i t th i l th d
Our rivers too, pursue their lengthened way,
From far off mountains to the distant sea,
Through fertile vales,—the flowery meads along,
And chiming still their gently murmuring song;
Receiving grateful tribute as they run.
From thousand streams all mingling into one.

Lo! wild Missouri's waters have their source

In unknown regions to the west and north,
From limpid lakes or from the mountain snows,
From thousand springing streams its current flows;
Mid vast prairies, winds its lengthened way,
Two thousand miles where savage hunters stray,
Then quits its wildly wanderings to receive
The busy hum of commerce on its wave.

Two thousand more its rapid current flows,

Receiving still large rivers as it goes,
Young Empires flourish all along its tide,
And joyous cities rise on every side.
What is the boasted Nile compared with this?
Its magnitude is lost in nothingness,

Asia and Europe's longest, proudest streams

'Longside Missouri's tide how short they seem!
Our cataracts too, in grandeur far outvie,
The noblest waterfalls beyond the sea.
See grand Niagara's stream majestic glide,
The venturous steamer floating on its tide:
Its limpid waters draining half a world,
Into the yawning gulf are headlong hurled,
And for a moment lose the light of day,—
Dash on the rocks—then rise in misty spray.

The playful sunbeams trembling kiss its tears,

And from this loved embrace the bow appears;
Commingling colors of the liveliest hue
From purple red, to yellow, pink, and blue.
These mingling join the sportive airy dance
These mingling join the sportive, airy dance,
Their beauty half concealed from vulgar glance;
Now veil'd in clouds—now bursting to the view
In blushing modesty, the dance renew;
While music rolls in awful, solemn sound,
Heard in the distance, many leagues around.

Or turn to Tequendama's awful steep,

See wild Bogota's waters boldy leap,
Down from the lofty Andes' heights of snow,
To flowery plains, where spring's soft breezes blow:
'Mid scenes of majesty unrival'd stand,
And view the wonders of Columbia's land.
Our climate stretching far through every zone,
Presents variety elsewhere unknown.
Lo! in the North eternal winter reigns,
And binds the ocean in his icy chains;
Locked in the stupor of his cold embrace
All nature seems to sleep:—yet here we trace
Some signs of life,—of joy, and happiness,
Some icy cottage of domestic bliss,
Where love sits smiling, (from the blast secure)
In native modesty,—with soul as pure,
And chaste, and lovely, as their virgin snows,
While to the chase her lord, or lover goes;
And if per chance he takes a Bear, or Seal,
Amid the dangers of the icy field,
Returns in triumph to his humble cot
Where lost in love his troubles are forgot.
Our northern states present a clime severe,
Where wintry blasts are howling half the year;
But spring arising from its wintry tomb,
Renew'd in freshness sheds a sweet perfume;
Decked in pure robes of purple, white or green,
Adorned with flowrets bright:—O, lovely scene!
Melodious sounds of music, soft and sweet
Thrill through the air,—it's joyous welcome greet.
There autumn's richest blessings crown the year,
And there the rose on beauty's cheek appears.

Our southern climes for mildness may compare,

With Italy, and France, whose gentle air
Became the subject of the Poet's dream,
Or breathed in music soft, the lover's theme.
There rapturous passions kindle in the soul
Their warmest fires,—impatient of control:
There love's soft graces beam in woman's eye
And beauty's cheek is tinged with paler dye.
There balmy sweets perfume the breath of morn,
And shady groves the noonday walks adorn;
While gentle zephyrs kiss the blushing flowers,
And healthful breezes cool the evening hours.
Our soil, with Eden's garden would compare,
Nay more,—forbidden fruit was growing there;
But here the trees of life and knowledge stand reveal'd,
And free to all,—no poison is conceal'd
In wisdom's fruit,—Our Eves may satisfy
Their souls with knowledge here; nor fear to die.
O, MISSOURI, HOW ART THOU
FALLEN!
WRITTEN IN PRISON.
Missouri, a country how sad and how low,
How fallen from glory, from freedom, from pride,
O, would that oblivion its mantle would throw
O'er thee, and the depth of thy wickedness hide.

Thou should'st never rejoice—think not of the day

When Columbia for freedom first struggled so bold,
When thousands assembled in battle array,
The star-spangled banner of freedom unfurled;

Think not of the patriots that bled in her cause,

Who met all undaunted the foemen's dark brow,
They gave to their country beneficent laws
Of right and protection but where are they now?

Disturb not the rest of the free and the brave,

Enshrined deep in honor they sweetly repose,
They swore that the banner of freedom should wave
O'er their dear native land regardless of foes,

But thou, O Missouri, hast trampled on all

That free men would fight for or patriots feel
O thou queen of the west how great is thy fall—
Thy wounds deep and deadly no balsam can heal.

Let us fly, let us fly to the land where the light

Of Liberty's stars still illumine each spot,
Where the cottager's smile for ever is bright,
And the chains of a tyrant encircle us not.

In the fair Illinois the eagle's bold wing

Is stretched o'er a people determined and free,
And the shouts of her sons in melody ring
O'er her bower covered groves and fine prairie.
 A NEW YEAR'S SONG.

This morning in silence I ponder and mourn,

O'er the scenes that have passed no more to return,
How vast are the labors, the troubles and fears,
Of eight hundred millions who've toiled through the year.

How many ten thousands were slain by their foes,

While widows and orphans have mourn'd o'er their woes,
While pestilence, famine and earthquakes appear,
And signs in the heavens throughout the past year.

How many been murder'd and plunder'd and robb'd,

How many oppressed and driven by mobs,
How oft have the heaven's bedewed with their tears
The earth o'er the scenes they beheld the past year.

But the day-star has dawn'd o'er the land of the bless'd,
The first beams of morning, the morning or rest;
When cleans'd from pollution the earth shall appear
As the garden of Eden, and peace crown the year.

Then welcome the new year, I hail with delight,

The season approaching with time's rapid flight;
While each fleeting moment brings near and more near,
The day, long expected, the great thousand years.

I praise and adore the eternal I Am;

Hosanna, hosanna to God and the Lamb,
Who order the seasons that glide o'er the spheres,
And crown with such blessings, each happy new year.
 A LAMENTATION.
ON TAKING LEAVE OF NEW-YORK.

Adieu to the city, where long I have wandered,

To tell them of judgments and warn them to flee;
How often in sorrow, their woes I have pondered:
Perhaps in affliction, they'll think upon me.

With a tear of compassion, in silence retiring,

The last ray of hope for your safety expiring;
A feeling of pity this bosom inspiring—
Sing this lamentation and think upon me.

How often at evening your halls have resounded

With th' pure testimony of Jesus, so free;
While the meek were rejoicing, the proud were confounded,
The poor had the gospel;—they'll think upon me.

When Empires shall tremble at Israel returning,

And earth shall be cleans'd by the Spirit of burning;
When proud men shall perish, and Priests with their learning,—
Sing this lamentation, and think upon me.

When the Union is severed, and liberty's blessings

Withheld from the sons of Columbia, once free;
When bloodshed and war, and famine d'stress them,
Remember the warning! and think upon me.

When this mighty city shall crumble to ruin,

And sink as a millstone, the merchants undoing;
The ransom'd, the highway of Zion pursuing,—
Sing this lamentation, and think upon me.
 LAMENTATION BY P. P. PRATT.
IN MEMORY OP HIS DEPARTED WIFE, WHO DIED, MARCH 25,
1837.
The joys of home I once have tasted,
All its pleasures called my own;
Friendship's purest pleasures graced it,
But they're gone,—I'm left alone,

Now no more that smile of gladness

Welcomes me at my return;
But a lonely, solemn sadness:
Oh she's gone,—I'm left alone!

Oft when clouds of care and trouble,

Like a tempest o'er me roll'd,
A look, a word, an act of kindness,
Served to calm my troubled soul.

When by pain and sickness wasted,

Oft she lingered near my bed;
Fed me, nursed me as an angel,
Washed my feet or bathed my head.

When to western wilds I wandered,

Rear'd in solitude my cot;
Clear'd away the gloomy forest,—
She with flowers adorned the spot.

When by ruthless mobs was driven,

Wounded, bleeding, from my home,
Wandering in a land of strangers,
Pilgrim like she with me roamed.

When in distant climes I wander'd,

To bear glad tidings to mankind;
She shared my toils and travels gladly,
Or would consent to stay behind.

Returning from a distant journey,

She always met me with a smile;
Wash'd my feet and changed my raiment
Wash d my feet and changed my raiment,
And bade me rest from all my toil.

But now alone I'm left to wander,

From land to land, from sea to sea;
And none except my only offspring
Will scarce inquire what comes of me.

And e'n to him I'll seem a stranger,

While he is reared by other hands;
He'll hardly feel I am his father,
When I return from distant lands.

What is it then for which I linger,

Still in this dark and dreary waste?
Where nothing centers my affection,
Where others' joys I cannot taste.

If I must still consent to tarry,

'Twill be to bear another's grief:
To save mankind from sin and sorrow,
And bring the broken heart relief.

To comfort those who mourn in Zion,

And bid ten thousand others come;
Where the widow, orphan, virgin,
And the poor may find a home.
 FUNERAL HYMN.
ON THE DEATH OF MRS. PRATT.

Creation speaks with awful voice—

Hark! 'tis a universal groan
Re-echoes through the vast extent
Of worlds unnumbered called to mourn.

For sickness, sorrow, pain and death,

With awful tyranny have reigned;
While all eternity has shed
Her tears of sorrow o'er the slain.

But hark, again; a voice is heard,

Resounding through the sullen gloom;
A mighty conquerer has appear'd,
And rose triumphant from the tomb.

No longer let creation mourn;

Ye sons of sorrow, dry your tears;
Life—life—eternal life is ours,
Dismiss your doubts, dispel your fears.

The King shall soon in clouds descend,

With all the heav'nly hosts above;
The dead shall rise and hail their friends,
And always dwell with those they love.

No tears, no sorrow, death or pain,

Shall e'er be known to enter there;
But perfect peace, immortal bloom,
Shall reign triumphant ev'ry where!
FAREWELL MEMORIAL.

Keep these few lines till time shall end,

In memory of your absent friend;
Who wanders o'er life's boisterous wave,
The meek, the humble poor to save.

While I endure I'll spend my breath

In prayer for those who love the truth.
In distant lands I'll call to mind,
My true and faithful friends so kind.

Let these few lines adorn the place

Where you retire to seek his grace;
Then lift your voice in humble prayer,
For him whose lines are hanging there.
 THE PILGRIM.

On the shores of Ontario I'm now doom'd to wander.

A pilgrim in exile, a stranger I roam,
While the prince and the beggar, the wise and the simple,
In palace or cottage can each find a home.
The foxes have holes and the birds they have nests,
And all but a preacher has somewhere to rest.
GENERAL CONFERENCE,
FAREWELL.

Farewell, ye servants of the Lord,

To whom we oft have preach'd the word;
May you improve the wisdom given,
And lead ten thousand souls to heaven.

Farewell, ye saints of latter days,

With whom we've met in prayer and praise,
In whose kind hearts the truth has shone,
By which we're gathered all in one.

Farewell kind friends, whose hearts are true

We can no longer stay with you;
Arise—the voice of truth obey,
O come and wash your sins away.

Farewell to all whose stubborn wills

Bind them in chains of darkness still:
Our voice no longer you shall hear,
Till Jesus shall in clouds appear:

Then you shall see, and hear, and know,

What you rejected here below.
Though you may sink in endless pain,
Yet truth eternal will remain.
THE DOWNFALL OF BABYLON
An angel of glory from heaven descended,
While his power and glory enlightened the earth;
With a voice strong and mighty, his cry was extended,
Babylon is fallen and hushed in her mirth;

The dwelling of devils and every foul spirit,

The cage of uncleanness and of hateful birds.
All nations had tasted her wine and were drunken,
But now she is fallen the angel brings word;

Her merchants were great men, and through her abundance,

They long had wax'd rich in her traffic though vain,
But now she is fallen,—is fallen,—is fallen,
Her riches and glory have ended in pain;

Her plagues in one day—death, mourning and famine,

And flame shall devour her and burn her withal;
The kings of the earth at the smoke of her burning,
Shall stand afar off and lament her sad fall.

Her merchants shall weep for their traffic is ended,

Their gold and their silver, their stones and their pearls,
Their linen and purple, their silk and their scarlet,
And all things that wealth could procure in the world.

Their vessels of ivory and brass, iron and marble,

And cinnamon and odours, frankincense and wine.
And oil and fine flour, wheat, beasts, sheep and horses,
And chariots and slaves, and the souls of mankind.

Rejoice, O thou Heaven! ye holy apostles,

And prophets for God hath avenged you withal,
For like a great millstone doth sink in the ocean,
E'en so on a sudden shall Babylon fall;

The voice of musicians, the harp and the pipers,

And trumpets and organs no longer shall sound,
No craftsmen mechanic or workman whatever
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