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husband approached ; she held out both her hands, what she told him ; but after her funeral he left the and sung a short measure, dancing as she moved to- manor. A month after he was heard of in France ; wards him. The dowager was looking on ; jeal- but though the late lord went in search of him he ous wrath flashed over her face; she turned away. could not find him. A twelvemonth passed, and a
That night all were busy dressing themselves to letter arrived by an express to inform the family the best advantage. Oh! for the truthful memoirs that Lord H. was in confinement in a madhouse at of a mirror“a long mirror—a wide mirror—my Paris. The stepmother of the unfortunate young lady's mirror, at which she has powdered, painted, man immediately set out. She travelled night and patched, and mended her face for fifty years. Ah, day; and when she reached Paris she went to the vanity of vanities ! on thy smooth surface there is place from which the letter was dated. She saw no change, yet how many a bitter change doth the young man, but he cursed her to her face, and there appear! Thou smooth deceiver ; thou long- flying on her almost strangled her. trusted confidant, so gradually dost thou reveal thy Very disagreeable reports were spread about the unpleasant truths, that they lose the horror of their country. It was said that the young lord lay for novelty, and we slip from youth to age, from beauty nights on the bare ground, screaming that he saw to deformity, without the sharp consciousness of a figure that scorched him as she passed ; that rapid change and sudden decay!
flames shone perpetually on the wall; that she Lady H.'s attendant had left her almost dressed ; came with taper fingers tipped with fire, and passed all was adjusted save her diamond necklace. The them over his brow that burnt like brimstone. He clasp was clumsy, and the snap difficult to close. died raving mad about six months before the dowShe stood alone, her door was open. The late ager. She never recovered her long attendance on lord, your grandfather, had just left his own room, him; she never left Paris till after his death, and having finished his toilet. His apartment was the then her own son became Lord H., and she returned one next to the bride's. He saw the elder Lady to the manor. H. coming along the passage. He drew near to The night before she died she was sitting up in speak to her, and as he did so, he heard the young her bed when her woman came in with the comlady say,-" Who will help me with this?” She posing draught that she had been preparing. turned to the door and he saw her. The delicate She cried — Oh, Hannah! Hannah! look there lace fell round her slender and beautiful form ;!-there! See, their faces shine through the walls there were jewels in her tiny ears and in her yellow on me; their eyes are hell-hot, and their breath hair; her arms were half bare, and hanging sleeves burns me. Help! help!” She screamed on so fell from her elbows. The dowager looked round till she died. sharply but stcadily into he room, and turned in. Her son saw no more ; he went down the stair. I have often stood beneath the elm-trees of He heard a wild shriek—another, another, a Ham-Cranmore, listening to the wild liquid strains of ing figure dashed past him, there were people hur- the nightingales that sing there the whole of the rying to and fro—screams, sobs, then silence.
She died that night. An hour before her death summer nights, and then I have wondered more she begged to be left alone with her husband ; with than ever how in so sweet a home a deed so diagreat difficulty this was granted. No one knows / bolical could be conceived and perpetrated.
ALL THE UNIVERSE IN MOTION.-If, for a mo- REMARKABLE ACCUMULATION OF Ice.- When ment, we imagine the acuteness of our senses pre- Captain Parry's ships, Hecla and Griper, were on ternaturally heightened to the extreme limits of their Arctic voyage, the month of March set in telescopic vision, and bring together events sep-mildly, (at their retreat in Winter Harbor,) so that arated by wide intervals of time, the apparent the solid ice, which for some time had lined the repose which reigns in space will suddenly vanish, ships' sides, began to melt. It therefore became countless stars will be seen moving in groups in necessary to scrape off this coating of ice, on which various directions ; nebulæ wandering, condensing, occasion Captain Parry observes—" It will, perare dissolving, like cosmical clouds; the milky haps, be scarcely credited, that we this day way breaking up in parts, and its veil rent asunder. (March 8) removed above one hundred buckets full, In every point of the celestial vault, we should each containing from five to six gallons, being the recognize the dominion of progressive movement, accumulation which had taken place in an interval as on the surface of the earth, where vegetation is of less than four weeks; and this immense quantity constantly putting forth its leaves and buds, and was the produce chiefly of the men's breath and of unfolding its blossoms. The celebrated Spanish the steam of their victuals during meals." botanist, Cavanilles, first conceived the possibility of“ seeing grass grow," by placing the horizontal Scientific Cookery.—Liebig, in his Chemistry micrometer wire of a telescope, with a high mag- of Food, recommends the following method of nifying power, at one time on the point of a bam- cooking meat on scientific principles. Put the boo-shoot, and at another on the rapidly unfolding joint into water in a state of fast ebullition ; allow flowering stem of an American aloe; precisely as it to remain in this state for a few minutes, and the astronomer places the cross wires on a culminat- then add so much cold water as to reduce the teming star. Throughout the whole life of physical perature to about 160 degrees, in which state it is nature-in the organic as in the sidereal world—to be kept for some hours. By the application of existence, preservation, production, and develop- boiling water at first, the albumen is coagulated, so ment, are alike associated with motion as their as to prevent the water from penetrating the meai, essential condition.-Humboldt's “ Cosmos." and extracting the soluble juices.
NEW YEAR'S EVE.
So she sits down in an angle,
Where two great houses meet, A TRANSLATION, OR RATHER ADAPTATION, FROM A And she curleth up beneath her, SWEDISH TALE BY ANDERSEN.
For warmth, her little feet.
And she looketh on the cold wall,
And on the colder sky,
And wonders if the little stars
Are bright fires up on high.
She heard a clock strike slowly,
Up in a far church tower,
With such a sad and solemn tone,
Telling the midnight hour.
Then all the bells together
music poured ;
They were ringing in the feast,
The circumcision of the Lord.
And she thought as she sat lonely,
And listened to the chime,
Of wondrous things that she had loved
To hear in the olden time.
And she remembered her of tales
Her mother used to tell,
And of the cradle songs she sang
When summer's twilight fell,
Of good men and of angels,
And of the Holy Child,
Who was cradled in a manger,
When winter was most wild ;
Who was poor, and cold, and hungry,
And desolate and lone;
And she thought the song had told
He was ever with his own.
And all the poor and hungry,
And forsaken ones, are his ;
“How good of him to look on me, Against their burning lips,
In such a place as this !"
Colder it grows and colder,
But she does not feel it now,
For the pressure at her heart,
And the weight upon her brow.
But she struck one little match
On the wall so cold and bare,
That she might look around her,
And see if He were there.
The single match has kindled,
And, by the light it threw,
It seemed to little Gretchen
The wall was rent in two.
And she could see the room within,
The room all warm and bright, As laden boughs in autumn fling
With the fire-glow red and dusky,
And the tapers all alight.
And there were kindred gathered
Round the table richly spread,
With heaps of goodly viands,
Red wine, and pleasant bread.
She could smell the fragrant savor,
She could hear what they did say ; There's no one looketh out at her,
Then all was darkness once again,
The match had burned away.
She struck another hastily,
And now she seemed to see,
Within the same warm chamber,
A glorious Christmas tree.
The branches were all laden
THE SOUL'S PASSING.
“The Soul's Passing" is the title of a touching She saw them with her eyes.
poem in a late “ London Athenæum.” A husband
is looking upon the scarce cold form of his dead And she almost seemed to touch them,
wife:And to join the welcome shout; When darkness fell around her,
Take her faded hand in thineFor the little match was out.
Hand that no more answereth kindly;
See the eyes, were wont to shine, Another, yet another, she
Uttering love, now staring blindly; Has tried, they will not light,
Tender-hearted, speech departedTill all her little store she took,
Speech that echoed so divinely. And struck with all her might.
Runs no more the circling river, And the whole miserable place
Warming, brightening every part ; Was lighted with the glare,
There it slumbereth cold foreverAnd lo, there hung a little child
No more merry leap and start, Before her in the air.
No more flushing cheeks to blushing
In its silent home the heart !
Hope not answered to your praying !
Cold, responseless lies she there; And in his hands spread wide.
Death, that ever will be slaying
Something gentle, something fair, And he looked upon her gently,
Came with numbers soft as slumbers-
She is with Him otherwhere.
TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW.
Don't tell me of to-morrow! And to the Christmas tree,
Give me the man who 'll say, Then up to the cold sky, and said,
Whene'er a good deed 's to be done, “. Will Gretchen come with me?”
Let 's do the deed to-day. The poor child felt her pulses fail,
We may all command the present, She felt her eyeballs swim,
If we act and never wait; And a ringing sound was in her ears,
But repentance is the phantom Like her dead mother's hymn.
Of the past, that comes too late. And she folded both her thin white hands,
Don't tell me of to-morrow! And turned from that bright board,
There is much to do to-day And from the golden gifts, and said,
That can never be accomplished
If we throw the hours away. “ With thee, with thee, O Lord."
Every moment has its dutyThe chilly winter morning
Who the future can foretell? Breaks up in the dull skies,
Then why put off till to-morrow On the city wrapt in vapor,
What to-day can do as well? On the spot where Gretchen lies.
Don't tell me of to-morrow! The night was wild and stormy,
If we look upon the past, The morn is cold and gray,
How much that we have left to do And good church bells are ringing,
We cannot do at last ! Christ's circumcision day.
To-day! it is the only time
For all on this frail earth; And holy men were praying
It takes an age to form a life,
A moment gives it birth.
From the Episcopal Recorder. In her scant and tattered garment,
As in water face answereth to face, so the leart of man
to man.-Prov. xxvii. 19. With her back against the wall ; She sitteth cold and rigid,
Sweet thoughts come sometimes floating o'er the She answers not their call.
We know not whence ; seemeth to us they grew They have lifted her up fearfully,
In our soul's inner garden ; were designed They shuddered as they said,
By our own pencil; ardent, artless, new, “ It was a bitter, bitter night,
Just borne to being's joyfulness. When, lo ! The child is frozen dead.'
Some page we open, never turned before, The angels sang their greeting,
And there they meet us ; lovely but the more,
As clad in vestments of a brighter glow,
And in the drap’ry of a richer frame.
And thus daguerreotypes thoughts often seem
Which but similitudes 't were wise to deem; And they shuddered as they spoke of her, For as in water answereth face to face, And sighed : they could not see,
So minds upon their inner hist'ry trace How much of happiness there was, Impressions ofttimes kindred-or the same. With so much misery.
A. W. M.
Dark Scenes of History. By G. P. R. James. The Power of Goodness; A Sermon commemora
New York: Harper & Brothers. tive of the Life and Character of the late JAMES In this department of writing, James has certainly an MACDONALD, M. D., preached in St. George's uncommon degree of vigorous descriptive talent. The Church, Flushing, on the 5th Sunday after Eas- present work is redeemed from the verbose common-place
of his more elaborate productions, by the fact that it is ter, 1849, by John D. Ogilby, D. D.
composed of a series of short stories, of less ambitious We have read this with the deepest interest, both on character, and more completely within his grasp. He account of the subject, and the admirable and judicious has shown great judgment in the selection of his topics, manner in which ii is treated. The professor avoids the and handled them with more than his usual facility and tones of fulsome adulation and vague panegyric which are effect. Among the “Dark Scenes ” which he brings to often indulged in on such occasions, while he beautifully light are the histories of " Perkin Warbeck," " The Aldelineates the lovely character of his departed friend, and bigenses,... Wallenstein," * The last days of the Tem. sets before those whom he addresses his example, as far plars.". They are portrayed with the rich coloring for as he was a follower of Christ. The consistency of his which the author is distinguished, and will add 10 his Cunduct as a man and a Christian, his devotion, constant reputation among his numerous admirers.— Tribune. and untiring to the duties
of his station, his sympathetic The Gallery of Illustrious Americans. and refined humanity in the performance of those duties; bis conscientious regard for his religious obligations; and A few weeks ago the public were interested by an anhis Christian resignation, faith and hope, in the hour of nouncement, that, with
the new year, would commence departure, are set forth with the fidelity and profound the publication of this Gallery, in a style superior 10 any. feeling of a deeply attached friend. Dr. Macdonald had thing which had gone before it. There are so many been for some years the family physician of the preacher, pompous announcements made of enterprises which are who had thus learned both to know his value and worth, never carried out, and so many pledges given of this kind, and to lament his loss by separation from his friends on which are never redeemed, ihat we can hardly express earth.-Churchman.
our satisfaction, on finding that the first number has more A Blind Man's Offering. By B. B. Bowen. 1850. contains a magnificently engraved portrait of General
than niade good all the promises which were given. It This is the title of a very neat duodecimo volume, con- Taylor, which, in beauiy of execution, striking resem. taining some fifty or sixty articles on various subjects, blance, naturalness of expression, and artistic effect, surall written in a pleasing manner, and calculated to win passes anything of the kind we have ever seen of bim, esteem and commiseration for the author, who is blind, and, we must confess, of anybody else. The engraving and who gives soine account of himself in the commence is made by Mr. D. Avignon, ihe celebrated French artisi, ment, loy which we learn that he was one of six original. from a splendid daguerreotype of the largest size, by Mr. ly selected by Dr. Howe to form the school for the blind Brady. This number contains five sheets, printed on in Massachusetts. Mr. Bowen will wait in person on drawing paper of imperial folio size ; the firsi being the our citizens, when, we trust, those who are anxious to title-page, the second the “Salutation,” the third and procure a good and pleasant hook, as well as those who, fourth a Biographical Sketch, and the fifth the portrait, without such a wish, can sympathize with a fellow-man all enclosed in a beautiful printed buff cover, which, in who has lost his sighi in the tender years of infancy, and addition to serving the purpose of a portfolio for the numnwho has consequently to grope his way through life, de. bers, turns out lo be an exquisitely printed, and an exceedprived of the greatest of God's blessings, will all cheer- ingly able and interesting, journal of art, criticism, and fully purchase a copy.-Republic.
advertisements which concern the progress of taste and
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The entire design of the Gallery is originnl; and the pect, is commonly supposed. It is devoted to the discus- anything that we have ever seen as a specimen of the art sion of subjects relating to literature, art, social inter- of typography. From the publication of such a work, course, and amusements, and is read by great numbers, whose opinions are probably influenced by it more than every American may take pride and pleasure. We are by graver methods of instruction. In treating these sub. Brings it within the reach of nearly all of our citizens.
glad, too, that the price is put at a dollar a number, which jecis, the Home Journal will almost invariably be found Such works, when published abroad, are confined in their on the honorable, manly, and humane side. Mr. Willis, circulation, 'of necessity, to the upper classes ; their cirthe principal editor, is second to no other in this country culation is small, and their price enormous. in the native endowments of a poet, and in his peculiar everything can be sold cheap, because the consumers are department he holds an almost equal place as a prose writer. Every number of the Home Journal
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It was a bold enterprise to underiake the columns sparkling with wit and huinor, and brilliant descriptions; while beneath all there is a sulistantial basis of ever seeing, in this country, so magnificeut a specimen
it now appears; and we confess we had no expectation of good sense, for which he has not always had the credit of the printing art. due to himn. When he discusses matters of importance encourage the enterprise, and that literary men, univer.
We hope that all our public men will there is found a dignity, discrimination and sobriety of sities, and schools of learning, libraries, and institutions judgment which always coinmand attention ; and in the of art, will everywhere encourage this work, that it may few controversies into which he has been led, he has be but the beginning of other enterprises equally superh, shown himself to possess such powers that few persons and exalted in their character and influence. It is so would choose hiin for an antagonist, unless they were to large that it cannot be sent by the mails, without greatly have the advantage of wind and sun. There are so many injuring its beauty by close rolling or folding; but, ihank's papers which address the taste for light reading of so worthless a description, that we are glad to see that one
to the many vigilant and rapid expresses which run now
to almost every portion of the country, the work can be of so high a character as this, meets with a large and con
sent in every direction. It is published by John Wiley, stantly growing public patronage.-Christian Register.
G. P. Putnam, D. Appleton & Co. The principal depor The American Illuminated Abbotsford Edition of is at Mr. Brady's Gallery, No. 205 Broadway, although Waverley. New York: Hewet, Tillotson & Co. we see it for sale in all the principal bookstores. Every Illustrated by H. W. Hewet.
person connected with it deserves credit for the superh
style in which it appears; and we doubt not it will be A few days ago we spoke of the publication of " Ivan. greeted warmly and kindly by the whole country.-Erenhoe," the romance selected by the publishers as the pio-ing Mirror. neer volume of their beautiful edition of the Waverleys. We would again call attention to this American edition, A New Work on Italy. as an undertaking of great cost and labor, which should re- It is announced that the late Miss Margaret Fuller, now ceive the support of the reading public. In the respects of styled in the Tribune the Marchioness Ossoli, has 8 paper, print, and general style of production, it is every work in preparation on the recent revolutions in Italy. thing that could be wished, both as a book to read and as It will probably be published before the close of the win. an ornament to the library Both in matter and manner ter, simultaneously in New York and London. The it is a correct copy of the Abbotsford volumes, which re- same paper adds : "We have some reason to expect her ceived the last emendations of its illustrious author. return to this country next summer, accompanied by her Boston Post.
husband and child."
1. Titmarsh's Rebecca and Rowena,
385 2. Sir Francis Chantrey, R. A.,
387 3. The Spectator at the Potomac,
391 4. Eight Years in British Guiana,
392 5. Judas Iscariot: a Miracle Play,
394 6. Urquhart's Pillars of Hercules,
397 7. Ancient Coins and Medals,
399 8. Turkey and Christendom,
402 9. Self Government, America,
419 10. The Bright Room of Cranmore,
· Fraser's Magazine,
422 POETRY.— W. S. Landor to the Author of Festus, 399 ; New Year's Eve, 429; The Soul's
Passing; Today and Tomorrow; The Heart answereth to the Heart, 430. SHORT ARTICLES. - Body of Gustavus Vasa, 396; Imitative Galvanism ; How Chronome*
ters are tried at Greenwich, 401; Dr. Berhune in Holland 418; Great African Lake; Lon* don Mortality, 421 ; All the Universe in motion ; Accumulation of Ice; Scientific Cookery, 428; New Books, 431.
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