he had merely shown civil attention to the royal party, by allowing them a seat for a few minutes in front of his door, and by lending a huge iron chain for the wheel; but what of that? It was for the Queen, and henceforth be it known that the royal arms shall be displayed, in bold relief over the door, whilst— "the Fox!" none of your bald-headed Fox any more, if you please; because royalty has been there, and has decreed that "the Fox," henceforward, shall be even the Fox and Crown!-a good step in advance! And although some might be of opinion that a fox with a crown would still be a fox (like king Herod, for example, Luke xiii. 32), yet the honour was something; besides which the landlord would gain something more, as many a cockney customer, after this, was attracted by curiosity to see the place at which the Queen had her first queenly adventure. Report told, moreover, that a donative of £50 next day was received by the liege landlord. Now the readers of the Children's Magazine may, if they please, take this true story as a leaf of the History of England, which, upon special grounds, is thus given to them beforehand. For my part, I can admire this poor story of the Queen's liberality to the harmless old Fox on the hill a great deal more than I admire the history of all Queen Victoria's wars and victories, whether in India, China, or elsewhere. No bloody wars! no, but peace, peace!

Well: "the Queen, the Queen!" was a sound which, on several occasions, I happened to hear since then; once in the Regent's Park, once at the British Museum, and once as she rode in solitary state and grandeur, with the crown royal on her brows, drawn by six or eight cream-coloured horses, and followed by a long and brilliant train of the grandees, when her Majesty, for the first time, went to open the parliament. The scene at the coronation was the most wonderful thing of all! But it was all a small matter to me, except

as it led me to think about something else. Well, again -I do believe that there is a Sovereign who is worth seeing. He once made his appearance in this world of ours: you know when, and where, and wherefore; and you know what kind of a Sovereign he was. Violence was done to him; but he did no violence, he was all benevolence; and the things which he did, said, and suffered in this world of ours, will yet put an end to all wars, and wickedness of every kind; will yet fill this evil world, from end to end, with goodness and with glory, and will make his name to be remembered, loved, honoured, and adored, when all other lords and sovereigns are forgotten.

"Oh may I live to reach the place,

Where he unveils his lovely face!"

I would run to behold that Sovereign; I would trea. sure up his words as the miser hoards gold; I would enlist into his service, I would fight manfully his battles, and never surrender, no, never, till I die. Is this, in reality, your heart's desire and prayer? Then I think you are in the right path (but not otherwise!) "Thine eyes shall see that king in his beauty; they shall behold the land that is very far off." What a sight-yes, what a sight that will be; whilst "thousands, thousands, minister unto him, and ten thousand times ten thousand stand before him." Then, when the fashion of this world shall have passed away; then, when all his true servants shall be safely housed and infinitely rewarded, and all his enemies be condemned to a hopeless overthrow, then,

W- -m.

"Then shall I see his lovely face,
With strong immortal eyes;

And feast upon his unknown grace,
With pleasure and surprise.

Millions of years my wondering eyes,

Shall o'er his beauties rove;

And endless ages I'll adore,
The glories of his love."

LAMBDA.

BEHOLD! the glorious reign of Peace, how beauteous are her flowers!

Sweet as were those of Paradise, 'mid Eden's happy bowers, Ere the first pair had learned to sin, or lost their high estate, Or the first brother's bosom felt the scorching fires of hate.

This glorious earth so beautiful from mountain top to shore, Her lovely valleys have been drench'd in floods of purple gore, Her plains have been the battle-fields of bloodshed and of strife,

Where man has met his brother man and took from him his life!

The dying groans of multitudes have rose above the blast, To Him who surely will avenge the murdered ones at last: Dread agonies have floated on the zephyr, and the gale! And the hoarse winds have mingled with the dying soldier's wail!

Oh, Earth! why hast thou been the scene of so much blood and strife?

So fair-so bright-so beautiful, so full of joy and life! And where was Peace, that she bade not the purple tide

to cease?

And where the high commands of Him who is the "Prince of Peace ?"

Behold! she comes to chase away the darkness and the

gloom,

And brighter stars of hope display than gild the warrior's tomb;

Her step is like an angel's tread, and in her hand she bears The law of love to all mankind—a balsam for their tears.

Her songs were echoed out of old, on Bethlehem's ancient

plains,

"Peace, peace on earth, good will to men," in high and holy strains,

And when the world receives the news, and binds it to her

heart,

The cannon's voice, and clash of arms, from this fair earth depart.

No more the trembling wife shall hear, 'mid sorrows and alarms,

The dreaded shout-the cannon's roar-the tocsin cry "to arms!"

Nor mother clasp her infants dear, in terror and affright, The husband on the battle-plain-the father in the fight!

Nor maiden in delirium wild, shall leave her lovely bower, To twine around her youthful brow the mournful cypress flower,

Her bursting heart all torn with grief, no more to hope again

Her friend upon the battle-field, her lover with the slain!

Nor sister mourn a brother gone, for glory or renown, An orphan pair, perhaps, who stemm'd the world's rude winds alone,

She fears his doom-she sees his fate in every tearful eye, Alas! it comes, and wrings her heart with dreaded agony!

Oh! Peace, thy holy hands shall bind the flowers of love and life,

For in thy skirts is found no blood, and in thy heart no

strife,

Thou bear'st aloft the "Olive Branch," that nations all may see,

And willing to thy standard flock-and find repose in thee.

Then lovely Genius shall arise, and stretch her wings afar, Nor fear the desolating tread-the withering blight of War

Opening anew her treasures deep-magnificent displayExult with joy that war no more shall call her sons away.

The Arts and Sciences shall thrive beneath the reign of Peace,

Expand their treasures broad and deep, and everywhere increase

Scatter their light to nations far-to islands of the sea, That millions yet unborn shall bind a wreath, oh! Peace,

for thee.

Learning, Knowledge, Wisdom, Worth-a bright and glorious train,

Shall scatter o'er this lovely earth their genial fruits again, And shed a light on erring man, to guide his path to heaven,

And echo round a glorious shout, when War's dark empire's riven.

Religion, too, shall hail her reign, with gladness and surprise,

Behold the day-star of her hope in glorious Truth arise, Proclaiming from the mountain's heights, to the most distant shore,

"Peace, peace on earth," for man shall learn to war with

man no more.

The law of kindness shall be wrote upon our inward parts, And God's commands obey'd, and lov'd within our "heart of hearts;"

And those who publish words of life, and dying love to men, Shall wash their hands in innocence from every bloody

stain,

Nor bloody deeds no more be praised in story or in song, Nor echoed forth with eloquence to please the listening

throng,

Nor laurels bind the brows of those who were all stained with blood

Who dipped their hands in human gore, and disobeyed their God.

Then heroes with a "storied urn" high towering to the

skies,

Shall not be those whose life's blood here, was widows tears and sighs

And orphans' prayers, and dying groans of anguish and distress,

But heroes such as God approves, of truth and righteousness.

The murderous sword and bloody spear, their work of death shall cease,

Be changed into the implements of husbandry and peace: