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POPE AND HIS POETRY. ascended a narrow flight of stairs, and lip and the bursting tears that could not entered a low dingy room, scrupulously be controlled. Her concluding words neat, yet the very air in it breathed of were not lost on Mrs. Langley ; she repoverty. There was no fireplace in the called Clara's evident desire to avoid the miserable garret — had there been, it visit-she remembered the name as some would have been useless to the occupants, years back familiar in the mouth of her though it was now the depth of winter. child-the grief she now evinced proStretched upon a pallet, in one corner, ceeded, then, not from sensibility, but was Annie Morton.

Traces of great remorse ; and at these reflections, a bitbeauty still remained, despite the ravages ter feeling oppressed her. A glance at of want and disease ; her clear blue eyes the fragile form before her determined shone with a more than earthly lustre, her not to hazard a painful and exhaustand a tinge of hectic heightened the ing scene by the discovery of her name; transparent pallor of her cheeks. Mrs. so, slipping her purse into Mrs. Morton's Langley was deeply moved. Clara, un- hand, without pausing to hear the grateable to control her feelings, burst into ful thanks of the astonished widow, she convulsive sobs. Beside the invalid was seized the arm of the bewildered Clara, seated a person evidently of superior and hastily led her away. birth and education, dressed in faded It was not until they had gained the widow's weeds. Their mournful history privacy of their own dwelling, that Mrs. was soon told-it was a tale of every Langley sought an explanation from her day.” An imprudent marriage—a hus- daughter, who was too severely humbled band's sudden death—a widow unprovided to endeavour to exculpate herself. “Oh! for-cold heartless friends-a prolonged Clara,” said Mrs. Langley, “my birthand expensive sickness. At first, Annie day present cost a fellow-being's life.” had gained a livelihood by means of an art And so it was. Not all the luxuries acquired in happier times as an accom- which Mrs. Langley procured--not the plishment—then sickness had come upon sisterly affection of the repentant Clara, her-repose and comfort were requisite, could longer retain the unfortunate AnAnd against her will,” pursued the nie in the scene of her earthly tribulawidow, “I solicited assistance from a tion; though the knowledge that for her Miss Langley, a wealthy and attached beloved parent poverty and privation friend of her early school-days-no reply were no more, flung a heavenly serenity came- Annie would labour on, till weak- over her latest moments. ness completely disabled her; and now Upon Clara's character this painful little hope remains.” And, overcome, event left an undying influence. she turned aside to conceal the quivering

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POPE AND HIS POETRY.

The Earl of Carlisle in a lecture on the times even heard the warning addressed poetry of Pope, to the members of the to Mechanics' Institutes, thatLeeds Mechanics’ Institution, illustrated

"A little learning is a dangerous thing.' the merits of that distinguished poet in a

How often reminded, rather novel manner. After expatiating on his genius and powers of versification, 'An honest man's the noblest work of God.' the lecturer said :- :-" When there has

[Cheers.) been a pleasant party of people, either in Or with nearly the same meaning, a convivial or intellectual view I wish

Who taughi the useful science to be good.' we might think it of our meeting this evening—[cheers]—we might say that There is a couplet which I ought to it has been

carry in my own recollection. The feast of reason and the flow of soul.' • What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards?

Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.' How often are we warned-I have some- [Laughter.]

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It is an apt illustration of the offices of she insists on a party of pleasure, or an hospitality,

expensive dress? You tell her,“Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.' That every woman is at heart a rake.' [A

laugh.] How familiar is the instruction,

And then, if you wish to excuse your * To look through Mature up to Nature's God.'

own submission, you pleadAs rules with reference to composition, 'If to her share some female errors fall,

Look in her face, and you'll forget them all. The last and greatest art—the art to blot.'

(Cheers and laughter.] 'To snatch a grace beyond the reach of art;'

How often are we inclined to echo the And then as to the best mode of con- truth, veying the instruction,

' That fools rush in where angels fear to

tread.' Men must be taught as if you taught them not.'

And this too,There is the celebrated definition of wit,

“That gentle dullness often loves a joke.'

Who has not felt this to be true ? 'True wit is nature to advantage dressed ; What oft was thought, bnt ne'er so well ex- “Hope springs eternal in the human breast; pressed.'

Man, never is, but always to be blest.' Do you want to illustrate the importance When an orator or a Parliamentary canof early education ?

You observe,

didate-in which last capacity I have

often appeared before some of you— “Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.' [much cheering]-wishes to rail at absoDo you wish to characterise ambition lute governments, he talks of somewhat favourably? You call it, "The monstrous faith of many made for one." The glorious fault of angels and of gods.'

Then there are two maxims, one in poli

tics and one in religion, which have both Or describing a great conqueror,

been extremely found fault with, but the A mighty hunter and his prey was man.' very amount of censure proves what alone Do you seek the safest rule for architec- the truth or justice of Pope's words, but

I am now attempting to establish, not ture or gardening ?

their great vogue and currencyConsult the genius of the place in all.'

For forms of government let fools contest;

Whate'er is best administered is best : Are you tempted to say anything rather For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;' severe to your wife or daughter, when His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.”

Review.

Pickering's Races of Man. London: H. The work first appeared in the United
G. Bohn.

States in an expensive shape, but Mr.
How wonderful is man, the hero of this Bohn has introduced it into this country
age of wonders—the builder of this world in a popular form.
of cities—and his history, like himself, is Not the least valuable part of the book
replete with interest and astonishment! is the Introduction, by Dr. Hall, which

Although much inquiry has been insti- deals with ponderous topics in a very in. tuted into the origin and history of our teresting style. Dr. Hall considers fairly race, it is still shrouded in gloom, - and elaborately the different opinions on only the one ray of biblical revelation the origin of humanity, and at length penetrating the mist. Mr. Pickering lias adds his testimony to that of the many, attempted, by concentrating a life of ex- who believe the black, the brunette, the perience and observation in various parts coppery, and the white are the offspring of the globe, to throw fresh light upon of one mother-the Eve of Mosaic Histhe subject, and his readers must decide tory. how far he has succeeded.

Several pages also of this able Intro.

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duction are directed to an explanation of while the land of Confucius has long the line of demarcation between reason ranked as one of the great nations of the and instinct, revealing yet more clearly world. the bridgeless chasm between the highest Mr. Pickering divides the human race brute and the lowest man. “ One of the into eleven classes, namelymost striking differences," writes our 2 white--the Arabian and the Abys. author, “between man and all other sinian. animals consists in the relative propor- 3 brown—the Mongolian, the Hottentions of the cranium and face. The tot, and the Malay. organs which occupy the greater portion 4 blackish brown-the Papuan, the Nee of the face are those of vision, smelling, grillo, the Indian, and the Ethiopian. and tasting, and the instruments for mas- 2 black-The Australian and the Negro. tication and deglutition.

The characteristics of these he clearly In proportion as these are more deve- defines, and separately treats upon. Altoloped, the size of the face, compared with gether the work is highiy interesting and that of the skull, is increased. No qua- instructive. druped approaches nan in the magnitude In these days, too, when individuality and convolutions of the hemispheres of and nationality are sacrificing themselves the brain; that is to say, of that part of for the public good, and men no longer this organ which is the powerful instru- aim at the advancement of particular inment of the intellectual operations.” terests, but labour for the general good

Speaking of the unfortunate negro race, of humanity, a knowledge of the various he

says, ** There is nothing whatever in races of man is indispensable. the organization of the brain of the negro We believe, and our perusal of Mr. which affords a presumption of inferior Pickering's book has done much to conendowment, either intellectually or mo- firm our belief, that as from one parent rally.” This statement of Dr. Hall's at all spring, so into one family all shall one cnce destroys the stronghold of slavery, day be admitted, when the confusion of and convinces us, that the God who Babel shall cease, and when one tongue " made of one blood all nations of the composed, perhaps, of the sweet acearth,” also intends all men to enjoy cents of all extinct languages, be spoken. equal rights and liberties.

Knowledge shall extend her empire wide In an interesting Table, showing the as the waters of the sea, and the large weight of the skulls of various nations, the sensual features distinguishing the barnegro's is stated to be about 1 lb. 12 oz. ; baric face shall be subdued into refineand that of the Chinese i lb. 71 oz. ment beneath the exalted forebead and Now, as the weight of the skull is great- soul-breathing eye of wisdom. One law est in the most intellectual,—the Euro- of love, one competition for excellence pean's being about 3 lbs.,-it argues that in virtue, all hallowed by humble dethe Chinese are of inferior capacity to pendence upon the Creator and Preserver the negro, and yet too many of us pro- of the world, shall bind in a bond of bronounce the latter as only fit for slaves, herhood the children of men.

THE POETRY OF THE FIRESIDE. “Thy precincts are a charmed ring,

gods claim homage, and whence the inWhere no harsh feelings dare intrude

cense of fraternal gladness ascends on its Where Life's vexations lose their stingWhere even grief is half-subdued.”

mission upwards. Oh! who has not felt

the sanctity of a home, with its dear A. WATTS.

memories of childhood-sunny visions The domestic ties of the heart, the sym- which the present gloom will hardly suffer pathies, the cares, memories, joys, and to awake the mother's smile, her tender sorrows of life, have a soft hush when voice, and the heart-throbbings of tengathered round the hearth of home. derness with which she watched her child. That is the sanctuary where the domestic 'She, perchance, is sleeping in the grave; and troops of household memories, like where the lustre of love sheds a holier winged whispers from our childhood's light upon the heart than all the memohome, gather round us, and speak of ries of youth, beautiful and shadowy as her love. The hush of evening steals they may be. Yes, there is one now upon us, and we hear her whisper with a sitting by the fireside, whose bosom, like dear voice, bidding us learn our infant a crystal well of beauty, gushes with a prayer, and putting our hands together love which makes life, with all its fretting as we lisp “ Our Father," and when, with anxieties, a summer garden of joy, which, a little weak voice, we uttered what she without the moonlight softness of its aftaught, she knelt beside our bed to pray fection, would be a wilderness of thorns. for us:--

A gentle form is near me now; “She, when the nightly couch was spread, A small white hand is clasped in mine; Would bow my infant knee,

I gaze upou her placid brow,
And place her hand upon my head,

And ask what joys can equal thine."
And kneeling, pray for me."
And how glad were our young hearts

The dear old holidays come as of yore; then ! how simple our faith! how true Christmas, with its warmth of heart, its and trusting our love! We lived with greetings and fireside affection ;—the angels all day long, and closed our eyes merry laugh, the prattle of children, the at night to the music of elfin songs. smiling faces lighted up with the ruddy There were rosy companions greeting flames of crackling logs, each one beamus; the sunshine laughed, and the sweet ing with a lustre which speaks the satisbreath of heaven kissed us tenderly; faction of the heart. Around us Time then we could have lived among the trees still weaves the woof of enchantment; and flowers, and have died, laughing, be- and, although departed years are mellowed side the forest brook.

into memory's twilight, they send up a “ 'Twas spring-time then, and rosy buds

voice of harmony to the present, which, Around my heart were clinging;

like the mourning of a grass-grown 'Tis summer now, and yet, alas!

tabret, leaves a warbling echo on the Their powers are not upepringing.

soul's ear, which whispers of a future. They drooped ard died before their time, Nor flung their odours free,

The present will be what we make it. And died with them my boyish hopes, The fireside may be worth more to us No more to live for me."

than all the poetry of the world, more Well, that is past; it has gone back into dear than wealth, power, or trumpetthe dream-land of memory; its sunny sounding fame. It must be by purity of visions of gladness, its fairy voices, and heart and trust in God, that the joys of its filial love, have all faded, and we have home, its mutual affection and domestic now the heart-burnings of manhood's peace, must be gathered together, and life, with sinful yesterdays hovering like preserved like spirits of the household, spectres, to breathe into our ears the bit- to watch over us: we must plant our terness of reproach.

trees of life in the soil of moral worth, But we have the fireside still; and, and they will soon become laden with although its myriad remembrances are Eden fruits, to cheer, nourish, and susbut the shadowy ghosts of gone time, tain us as we sink down into the valley there are new joys starting up, Ithuriel- of years. like, into the heaven of the present, for

“We should count life by heart-throbs. Time, though he carries cloud as well as He lives most who thinks most, feels the noblest, sunshine, has ever some flowers clinging Acts the best.” to his wing. We know a nobler love

ΦΩΣ than we ever dreamt of in our childish -Poetic Companion. years. Then we changed our friends as the chameleon with his colours, and Like an inundation of the Indus is every new game brought new companions; the course of time. We look for the now, we have learnt to confide in one homes of our childhood, they are gone. gentle heart, to seek there for solace The loves and animosities of youth, where when the spirit is chafed by thc anger of are they? Swept away, like the camps the world. We have awakened, like the that had been pitched in the sandy bed sleeper in the syren's cave, into a world of the river.-Longfellow.

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THE MIRTH MAKER. In 1586 Philip the Second sent the young “I say Buz, when do dat comit rise Count de Carbill to Rome to congra- at ?" It rise in the 49 meridian of de tulate Sextus the Fifth on his advance- frigid zodiac, as laid down in the Comic ment. The Pope imprudently said Almanac.'s Well, where do it set,

Are there so few men in Spain, that Buz?“ Set, you black fool-it don't your king sends me one without a set no whar—where it gets tired of shinbeard?" *

“Sir,"

," said the first Spaniard, ing it goes in its hole." "If his majesty possessed the least idea Tight boots and shoes are the most that you imagined that merit laid in a perfect inventions the genius of man ever beard, he would doubtless have deputed devised as instruments of torture; but a goat to you—not a gentleman." fashion wishes, and they are endured.

* Bless me, Sambo," said a gentleman The selfishness of mankind, generally, the other day to a black servant, “How is very well illustrated by certain devout in the name of wonder did you get so man we once heard of, whose prayer black?" Why, look a here, massa, always run in this way;— de reason am dis—de day dis child was “ Of all my father's family, born dare vos an eclipse.” Ebony re- I love myself the best; ceived a quarter for his explanation; and Kind providence take care of me, after grinning thanks, continued, “I tell And Sancho take the rest." you what it is massa, dis nigger may be Honest John being asked whether his black, but he aint green, nowhow.”' sister had got a son or a daughter, replied,

“Who lives in that house Patrick ? " " Upon my soul, I don't know whether Mr. Ferguson, that's dead.” “ How I am an uncle or an aunt." long has he been dead?” If he lived You want a flogging,” said a father to next Christmas he'd been dead a to his unruly son, “I know that dad, but twelvemodth. “What did he die of?” I'll try to get along without it,” replied He died of a Thursday.

the youngster. A FRIGHTPUL CONTINGENCY. A MIND YOUR OWN AFFAIRS. "I can't farmer took his wife to see the wonders conceive, said one nobleman to another, of the microscope exhibiting in Kilmar- “How it is you manage; I am convinced nock, all of which seemed to please her that you are not of a temper to spend well, till the ammalcula contained in a more than your income; and yet your drop of water came to be shown off. She estate is less than mine. I could not sat patiently, however, till the "water afford to live at the rate you do.” tigers" magnified to the size of twelve lord,” said the other, I have a situaa feet, appeared on the sheet, filing with tion ! ” “You amaze me, I never heard usual ferocity. She then rose in great of it till now; pray, what is it?" I am trepedation, and cried to her husband, my own steward.” “ For God sake, come

PROFESSIONAL Courtesy. – Which “Sit still woman,” said John, “and see are the hyenas, and which are the the show." “See the show-gude keep monkeys ?” said a child to the showus a'man, what wad come o' us if the man, “Vichever you please, my dear ; awfu'-like brutes wad break out of the you've paid the admission, and you have water ?

a right to choose." Do you drink hale in America ?” “I wonder," said a woman of humour, asked a cockney. “No, we drink thunder " why my husband and I quarrel so and lightning,” replied the Yankee. often, for we agree uniformly on one

Do you snore in your sleep, marm?" great point; he wished to be master, and “I don't know, I never lay awake long so do I.” enough to find out.”

The “Popes Bull” has made such a Sheridan gave the following humourous stir and chatter in and out country, that definition, “Irishman, a machine for he will think he has driven him into a converting potatoes into human nrture." "china shop."

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