Believers, then, as we are, in phrenology, we cannot say that we believe in it as a trade. It is a science ( so to speak ) in embryo. It may be likened to a noble edifice, the foundations of which are laid broad and deep, upon the principles of unchangeable, eternal truth, and the superstructure of which, it must be the work of patient perseverance, deep study, close observation, and rational philosophy to rear, range after range, until it shall stand a firm and lasting monument, at once of the blessings arising from a careful cultivation of those powers of research, into the deep mysteries of our nature, wherewith God has endowed us, as well as of his benevolent providence, his fatherly kindness, and his consummate wisdom. There will be quacks and sciolous pretenders around the edifice while it is rearing, with their handicraft tools, and dicacious mystifications ( ‘blind leaders of the blind’ ) — but as in the building of the great temple, the sound of the hammer and the axe must not be heard in preparing its massive ranges, as they rise, mind impelled, towards the sky, displaying to the world, at last, the true philosophy of that most wondrous work of the Creator — THE HUMAN MIND.

Among the guests who have honoured the University by a visit we may mention the well-known German Bantologist, Professor Meinhof, who, under the auspices of the Senate, gave a course of lectures on the Literature and Religion of the Bantu;...

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