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eldest son, perished in the fearful accident on Lake Michigan, when the Lady Elgin, an American steamer, was sunk through collision with the schooner Augusta. Of 385 persons on board the Lady Elgin 287 were lost. The Atlienceum on September 29th states: "Mr. Ingram was the other day a living illustration of the flexibility of our institutions and national manners. He had made his own fortune, and every one knew it. By his enterprise and talent, he had risen from the position of a country newsvender to the responsibilities of a newspaper proprietor, a Member of Parliament, a deputy-lieutenant, and a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries. To-day, he is gone from among us, leaving the power he created in other hands. The story of his rise in life—of his merits and of his mistakes—will often be recalled by writers like Mr. Craik and Dr. Smiles as an encouragement to the young."

The death of "the most famous seaman of our Thomas generation," Thomas Cochrane, Earl of Dun- C^hria"f' donald in the peerage of Scotland, is recorded Dundonald. on the 3rd of November. "After Nelson's death Lord Cochrane had no rival for dash and genius. The affair of the Basque Roads was enough for immortality; but this was only one of a series of amazing exploits, of which the Channel, the

Mediterranean and the seas of South America were the scenes. Even during the long peace, when other righting heroes lay up in lavender, and only fought their old battles in the cigarroom of a club, Lord Cochrane, partly through a gross public wrong under which he suffered, and partly from the creative restlessness of his character, contrived to lead a brilliant, stormy and romantic life. His career is one of the most attractive ever offered to a biographer; for his tongue was as sharp, his pen as nimble, as his sword; and his temper was of that haughty and heroic type, which, while singularly gracious and open, can endure no slight or wrong. Thus, his eightyfive years were filled with battles, protests, trials, discoveries, and recriminations. One of the most kindly and queenly acts of our Sovereign Lady was the restoration to Lord Dundonald of the honours of the Bath of which he had been unjustly deprived. It is a fact within our personal knowledge that, when this gracious message from Windsor Castle reached the Earl, His letter of his first letter of thanks was written,—not to the Douglas" Sovereign or her Minister, — but to Douglas Jerrold. Jerrold, who, by his frequent and masterly exposure of the wrong in Punch, and in other quarters, had been the chief means under Providence (as Lord Dundonald believed) of bringing the Crown to do him this great act of justice."

The death is also noticed of Capt. Maconochie, Capt. • , , ... , Maconochie.

the inventor of the Mark System of prison

discipline, to which reference has already been made: "The Mark System is very much a question of common-sense and philosophy; but its amiable and unsuspicious inventor was unhappily the last man in the world to give it a fair trial. Twice he was permitted to hope that his principles would be faithfully carried out under his own superintendence; once at Norfolk Island, and again at the Birmingham gaol; both ended in failure, one in misery and dismay."

On Friday, November 30th, the Royal Society Royal Society: .... . . , . . , two hundredth

held its anniversary meeting, and the Atlienceum anniversary.

of December 8th gives a report of Sir Benjamin Brodie's address: "It was on the 28th of November, just 200 years ago, that several eminent individuals, who had previously been in the habit of meeting for the purpose of communicating with each other on subjects of common interest, assembled in Gresham College, and agreed to form themselves into a Society, having for its object the promoting of physico-mathematical experimental learning. When they reassembled in the following week, it was reported to them that what they proposed was highly approved by the reigning Monarch, who intimated at the same time his desire to do what lay in his power towards promoting so useful an undertaking. Accordingly, steps were taken for the incorporation of the Society, under a Royal Charter, that charter being conferred on them, in due form, two years afterwards."

The year closes with a review of the second Adelaide volume of Adelaide Anne Procter's 'Legends Procter's and Lyrics.' The Athetueum had been the first • Legends "to welcome her father's daughter, when she

and Lyncs.

modestly came forward, saying, 'I too have been in Arcadia': thus, it is a pleasure, as real as rare, to declare that we find in her Second Volume progress on the first one. The first simplicity and tenderness, and natural avoidance of exaggeration, have neither tarnished nor changed; but Miss Procter's hand is firmer than it was; and some of the poems here collected or published for the first time (as may be) must and will take rank among the most complete and gentlest poems which we owe to women. We can hardly open the volume amiss. The best poem which it contains is one from which not a verse can be detached, yet which, by reason of its length, is unmanageable. MotheV This is 'A New Mother,'—a tale of the affections, told with a tenderness, purity and total absence of affectation, that make express commendation of it not merely a pleasure, but a

duty "The devotional verses in this volume

are of high quality; belonging, however, to the
Breviary more than to the Psalter. There is a
certain richness in the music of this Evening Evening
Hymn, which reminds us (to be fanciful) of the Hymn-
odours of a linden avenue in summer, or of a
pine forest after a shower, when all that is left
of day is a glow in the west:—

The shadows of the evening hours

Fall from the darkening sky;
Upon the fragrance of the flowers

The dews of evening lie:
Before Thy throne, O Lord of Heaven,
. We kneel at close of day;
Look on Thy children from on high,

And hear us while we pray.

The sorrows of Thy Servants, Lord,

Oh, do not Thou despise;
But let the incense of our prayers

Before Thy mercy rise;
The brightness of the coming night

Upon the darkness rolls:
With hopes of future glory chase

The shadows on our souls.

Slowly the rays of daylight fade;

So fade within our heart
The hopes in earthly love and joy,

That one by one depart:
Slowly the bright stars, one by one,

Within the Heavens shine ;—
Give us, O Lord, fresh hopes in Heaven,

And trust in things divine.

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