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Dear Nell! If laughter were the only sign
That all but tides the brim. Methinks the flower
A few hours more,
Then sorrow like a midnight ghost shall flee,
A longer extract than we have yet offered shall be our last. It presents, to our thinking, a fine dramatic passage; poetry, sentiment, and passion, being happily blended and adequately sustained. Lady de Mortimer and her lord are the dramatis personce, and the scene of deep domestic import.
To pry into my heart, and rub my sores
(I'll have no more of it—madam: No more of it!)
No. Shame on them. They are the rudest men
The rudest men !
As one would say, "It is a foggy day!"
With unattending ear," oh, 'tis the saddest thing!"
Vile deeds are merely garments out of date,
Till tempests hurl the waters from its head ;-
Must I then force you off. (Takes hold of her.)
I am not, Madam, to be smeared with words;
And if there need be blood,-as blood hath flowed
And tear false bondage from the turmoiled heart,-
(He pushes her out, then sinks bewilderedly in a chair.) What's that I said?-My wife! That opens all!-(Rises.) My grandsire's old infirmity of mind!
My wasted memory like a parched scroll,
Those horrid throbs that creep about my brain,-
I'm touched with the hereditary taint.
(Stopping before a portrait.)
He has my very features, too!
But, granting it were done-if I should kill myself-
Enter LADY DE MORTIMER..
Let us sit down. (They sit.)
Look at me, wife. What did I say just now?
DE MORTIMER (aside.)
Her cheek is wet.
Ah, me! Pale-pale again. Husband! How fixed his eye is! Husband, are you well?
I cannot recollect what 'twas I said;
But 'twas a tune I know that sounded harsh.
The instrument we love is never harsh, Let sound what tune it will.
Thou best of wives!
Forgiveness is a music on thy tongue,
You see, I—I am checkered from myself :-
You lack repose:
An o'ertasked strength will bend down iron nerves.
My eye turns back to twenty years ago: The loveliest lady, where loveliness is rife, Rejects a prince's hand,―her hand clasps mine, With lofty hopes to my poor fortune bowed; She leaves the Court with me; gives me such love As never yet sprung up by sorrow's side,
And had it all repaid. and paid again,
I can read my whole life in that one smile.
ART. XIV. Scientific Wanderings.-Ey the Rev. R. FRAZER. THE " Wanderings" are the "results of observation and experiment; being an attempt to illustrate the elements of physics, by an appeal to natural and experimental phenomena." The travels, therefore, are fictitious in so far as the frame-work is concerned. However, there is no romance in the scientific matter of the little volume, the author following natural operations in the selection of his examples, instead of artificial experiment; conceiving that such is the best method in order to create a taste for physics, and for furnishing an introduction to this branch of study. Air is the subject of the book, and the ascent of the Peak of Tenriffe givesrise at the starting to a discourse on the necessity of air to breathing and hearing. Dr. Woodbroke and two youths are the voyagers and travellers; and wherever they go they find occasion for studying and conversing about air. By means of incident and description introduced with probable effect, the book is rendered entertaining as well as instructive. Numerous wood-cuts enhance the value of the work.
ART. XV.—The Reminiscences of an Old Traveller throughout different parts of Europe.-By THOMAS BROWN, Esq. 4th Edition.
THESE Reminiscences include "Historical Details of the Russian Empire, and anecdotes of the Court," the present edition being "greatly enlarged." Mr. Brown has an eye to practical matters, and delights in anecdotes and harmless gossip. His style becomes the man, being plain and unaffected. Fourth Edition! What more need be said?
ART. XVI.-The Christian contemplated, in a Course of Lectures delivered in Argyll Chapel, Bath. By WILLIAM JAY. THERE is not one of the volumes in the "collected and revised" edition of Mr. Jay's works that does not strike us in several ways. Warm piety, practical teaching, enlarged philanthropy, sound knowledge, and a mind alive to the sterling in literature, are seen in every page. There is a plain force in all that he says, an unaffected simplicity that is often deeply affect
ing, were it but from its affectionateness, that must have greatly contributed to his celebrity. There is true dignity too in his thoughts, to which his style shapes itself with a Scriptural sort of fitness and kinship. How serenely cheerful, how manfully intelligent, how unassumingly paternal, how devoutly pure is his wisdom! We should think that a better model both as a preacher and a man to all classes, whether learned or unlearned, polished or unhewn, can no where be met with either among dissenters or in the Establishment. The preface to the present volume is of itself a valuable treatise, in which he enters upon the question of pulpit style. It touches the heart while it fills the head.
ART. XVI.-The Emigrant's Hand-book of Facts. By SAMUEL BUTLER, Esq.
A GOOD Compilation, the colonies particularly described being Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Cape of Good Hope, and the Falkland Islands. There is a large map of Canada, and a smaller one of New Zealand and Port Nicholson. These maps are laid down with special reference to the emigrant. This little cheap book is quite sufficient for its purpose, which is merely to detail facts, leaving it to the intending emigrant to use his own discretion in his choice.
ART. XVII-A Course of Lectures to Young Men, on Science, Literature, and Religion. Second series; second thousand.
THESE Lectures were delivered in Glasgow, by Ministers of various denominations. They are able and earnest discourses, exceedingly well adapted to the purpose indicated by the title. It is saying much iu their behalf, that those which treat of the secular branches are not less rich in instruction and suggestion than the discourses that have a more professional character, and that fall within the range of the preacher's weekly ministrations.