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At her coarse sempstresship - another True love may cast out fear, but not reDorcas,

spect, Unwearying in the work of charity. That fears the very shadow of offence.

** Oh! kindest greeting ! as the door un

closed That welcomed the half-bold half-bashful

guest; And brought me bounding on at half a

word To meet the proffered kiss. Oh kindest

care! Considerate of my long, hot, dusty walk, Of hat and tippet that divested me, And clinging gloves; and from the glow.

ing cheek And hot brow, parted back the clustering

curls, Applying grateful coolness of clear lymph, Distilled from fragrant elder-sovereign

wash For sunburnt skin and freckled! Kindest

care, That followed up those offices of love By cautionary charge to sit and rest Quile still till tea time.' Kindest care,

I trow, But little relished. Restless was my rest, And wistful eyes still wandering to the

door, Revealed · the secret of my discontent, And told where I would be. The lady

smiled, And shook her head, and said,-

Well! go your ways And ask admittance at that certain door You know so well.' All weariness was

goneBlithe as a bird, thus freed, away I few, And in three seconds at the well-known

door Tapped gently; and a gentle voice within Asking. Who's there!' • It's me,' I an

swered low, Grammatically clear. “Let me come in.' The gentle voice rejoined; and in I stole, Bashfully silent, as the good man's smile, And hand extended, drew me to his chair; And there, all eye and ear, I stood full

long, Still tongueless, as it seemed ; love-tem

pering awe Chaining my words up. But so kindly

his, His aspect so benign, his winning art So graciously conforming ; in short time Awe was absorbed in love, and then un

chained By perfect confidence, the little tongue Questioned and answered with as careless

ease As might be, from irreverend boldness

“How holy was the calm of that small

room ! How tenderly the evening light stole in, As 'twere in reverence of its sanctity! Here and there touching with a golden

gleam Book-shelf or picture-frame, or brighten

ing up The nosegay set with daily care (love's

own) Upon the study table. Dallying there Among the books and papers, and with

beam Of softest radiance, starring like a glory The old man's high bald head and noble

brow There still I found him, busy with his

pen(Oh pen of varied power ! found faithful

ever, Faithful and fearless in the one great

cause) Or some grave tome, or lighter work of

taste (His no ascetic, harsh, soul-narrowing

creed), Or that unrivalled pencil, with few strokes, And sober tinting slight, that wrought ef

fects Most magical--the poetry of art! Lovely simplicity! (true wisdom's grace) That condescending to a simple child, Spread out before me hoards of graphic

treasures; Smiling encouragement, as I expressed Delight or censure (for in full good faith I played the critic), and vouchsafing mild T'explain or vindicate ; in seeming sport Instructing ever; and on graver themes Winning my heart to listen, as he taught Things that pertain to life.

Oh precious seed! Sown early; soon, too soon the sower's

hand, The immediate mortal instrument with

drawn, Tares of this evil world sprang thickly

up, Choking your promise. But the soil be

neath (Nor rock nor shifting sand) retained ye

still, God's mercy willing it, until his hand, Chastening as fathers chasten, cleared at

last Th' encumbered surface, and the grain

sprang up But hath it flourished ?-hath it yet borne



Acceptable ? Oh Father ! leave it not thousands, in our pages-and by and For lack of moisture yet to fall away !” by the volume itself will find its way

We have now reached the close of into many a quiet “homestead" selthe Birth-Day," and of this Number dom visited by books. The plan of of Maga, which we are confident the poem might be extended so as to will be felt to be a delightful one, were include another season-or age of life. it but for our profuse quotations from Yet is it now a whole ; and we believe this delightful poem. It has already that it is best it should remain in its had a pretty wide circulation ; but in present shape. Let us hope erelong a few days hence it will have been to have another volume. perused by thousands and tens of

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It has long been an absurd custom parison ; a bottle in a wine-cooler, to of the most celebrated periodicals to his imagination, appears an inhabitant throw off with a flaming article, in- of the torrid zone. The circulation of tended to set the Thames, the Clyde, the blood, long languid, now ceases ; and the Liffey on fire, but adapted to ensues that fatal drowsiness, precursor give the world an idea of the distinc. of death ; the periodical drops from tion be seen light and heat. What his hand--and in a few minutes he rean intense blaze of cold! The inex- vives, with the sensation of his feet perienced spectator, purposing to be being embedded in a lump of ice-for come a peruser, blinks to the glare, his soles are on the Leading Article, and at the same time shivers in ague and if he hasten not to remove them, testifying to some scores of degrees his fect will be frost-bitten, and the below the freezing point. For a while unfortunate man a lamiter for life. he suspects that summer is setting in There is no exaggeration in this with its usual severity, and attributes picture. All we mean to say is, that the death-like chill to the inclemency Leading Articles are so elaborate, as of the season; but he soon discovers to be unreadable ; and that you never how groundless are such suspicions, see one without the paper-folder lying for it is spring ; the thermometer is nearer the beginning than the middle, marked as high as zero, and the earth its progress having been stopt by comfortably clothed with snow. Ne sleep-- like a scythe left in a matted vertheless, his teeth chatter in his head, swathe by swinkt mower now lying and his head is that of a Mandarin. on his face beneath a neighbouring He thinks of the year of the Great tree. We know more than one man Frost, and curses the price of coals. who has penetrated into the interior All the while, the article is within a of Africa, and not more than one man few inches of his “ innocent nose," at who has eaten a rotten egg, but we which the drop has become an icicle, know no man who has ever read and as he “ blows his nail," he mutters through a Leading Article. Were any of emigration. Angrily he eyes the man to say so, we should not scruple window, but there is no broken pane; so to think him a liar of the first magni. far from sitting on the door, he has for tude; but Mendez Pinto himself, were an hour been sitting into the fire, as we he alive, would not venture to go that say in Scotland; though the fire looks length with the gullibility of the pub. as if it could roast an ox, it feels as if lic; and were we with our own eyes it would freeze a walrus ; the tempera- to see a man achieve what at present ture of an ice-house is genial in com- we believe to be an impossibility, we VOL. XLI. NO. CCLVIII.

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should thenceforth regard him in the been giving up the ghost. All along same light as a Unicorn, an animal too he has been a distributor to many long supposed to be fabulous, but who, Magazines; and nothing but a sense nevertheless, does exist, even to the of shame can have prevented hosts of satisfaction of Swainson.

literary men from bringing actions The fact is, that the chief fault against him, or at least from applying for they have many-of all articles for injunctions. Should they adopt followers as well as leaders—and it is legal proceedings, we can confidently a bad one-is, that they all smell so swear to several Leading Articles that strong of the lamp. Few smells more had lain so long there that they looked generally disgusting than that of lamp as if they had been born in the Baoil, except perhaps it be that of gas. laam Box. As for the Balaam Box A tallow candle stinks but when it itself a rumour has lately begun “ to dies, and carries our sympathies along prate of its whereabouts ;” and we with it; but those other burners stink are about to take steps to have it asalways, and the article that smells of certained, whether or no it be at this them is a polecat_nay, sometimes a hour used by a certain Minister of the skunk. But your article written off Church of Scotland—who many years hand, with a flowing finger, by wax- ago was Moderator—as his Girnallight, or fire-light, or day-light and it is capacious of Twenty Chaw, speak not of civet_breathes as if the der. Its name and nature changed, leaves were wafted on

the Balaam Box is the Balaam Box

no more—and the reason why it is " Sabean odours from the spicy shores not now filled to the lid with as fine Of Araby the Blest !”

oatmeal as ever was shown in samWhat an aroma from our Two VASES! ple is that the Moderator_for once It is as if " an angel shook his wings." a Moderator always a Moderator_is

And now we must let you into a such a man as Gray had in his mind little secret. A few years ago some when he wrote that noble lineexperienced cracksmen broke into the “ Large was his bounty as his soul Premises, No. Forty-five, George sincere"Street, and logically drew from them and has emptied it, from floor to ceil. a conclusion in the shape of The BA- ing, into the Highlands. LAAM Box. You know it was many And how now do we dispose of untimes the size of the Chest in which

accepted Articles—for we reject none? were found the Scottish Regalia, and They are once a-week devoured by a the villains had to break a Hole in the quick fire—and their spirits go roarWall large enough to admit a Horse

ing up the chimney in disdainful and Cart. Twas a stormy midnight, thunder at their own doom, illumining and they got clear off. The effects of the mirk with repeated showers of this audacious burglary have been ever

r evanescent stars. An accepted Prose since manifest on our Periodical Li. Article is a Phoenix. We do not terature. So low a value did we put mean that it rises out of its own ashes on the Contents, that they were in

-merely that it is “ a secular bird sured against all accidents by earth, of ages." But of accepted Poetry we air, fire, and water, at the Equitable, have golden store ; for almost all the at a premium of Five Shillings per

Poets on our establishment are old or tón. “But that we disdained to com- dead—and we rejoice to welcome from pound felony, we might have had the

afar the offerings of the young Sons

far the offeri whole returned for a sum short of a of Song. Therefore we have placed ransom-except a score or two that

our Two Vases sent us by the late had been speedily put to press. Sir William Gell, from Herculaneum, But the letter was evidently written one on each side of the fire-place in by a rejected contributor on a great our Sanctum (before which sits somescale, and we allowed him to set up times vet to midnight a semicircle of as an Editor. He selected his articles

grey-haired survivors, like those Ro. with judgment, and disguised them

man Fathers whom the Gauls of old

man Fathers whom with skill ;

believed to be so many old demi. “ But they were old and miserably poor,” gods), and all poetry that pleases us and the Periodical over which he pre- on a glance, we therein deposit--the sides has from the hour of its birth Classical in Clio, the Miscellaneous

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in EUTERPE – an embroidered veil, dipping the other into the Poetry, as woven by a Gentle hand, preserving into perfumes, brings out a bunch of them from the dust.

incense, and lays it on our knees. A Gentle hand! ay! heaven bless The same lovely Image, in the same her, there she comes gliding in at attitude, next moment at EUTERPE ! once like a light and a shadow! With And now our Heart's Desire and Desmiles like words—yet what words light is seated by our side. “ Maga but her own were ever like those must have some Poetry this month, smiles! We are somewhat blind now, my dearest Sir, and” (we kissed her and more than somewhat deaf-but hands as she spoke) « let me name that smile we as clearly see, that voice the Series-QUR Two Vases-shall we as distinctly hear-as ever in youth you begin with Clio or with Euterpe?" we saw and heard the musical and - With Clio, my Beloved! and let thy resplendent Morn,

Christopher read this — whatever it Leaning one arm on Clio—for 'tis be, it must be beautiful, since thy a girl's height she stands like a hand hath touched it--aha! 'tis of Priestess at a religious rite ; and Love of Love-of Love!

Blest as the gods I hold the youth who fondly sits by thee
To list thy low soft tones and drink thy smile of witchery :--
But as I gaze, within my breast such madd'ning passions rise,
That seems my very tongue to break, and speech its aid denies :
And all at once a subtle fire runs darting through each vein,
And dimness is before my sight-and whirling in my brain !
Quick tremors shoot through ev'ry limb, and icy sweat-drops flow,
And paler than the olive-leaf all suddenly I grow,
The chilling breath of grief arrests the current of my breath,
Labours my breast-I gasp-I faint--one moment more were death !

Well— Love! since you will have it J. A., whose name “ well may we so, let us go on again with the Series. guess, but dare not tell "_On the That version of the famous Ode, Statue of Ariadne, at Frankfort-re. glows with much of the fire that so presenting her riding on a Lion. burns in the original that one might Our memory of names is impaired wonder that the very words were not nor can we recal that of the Artistconsumed. 'Tis by an Oxonian though it is famous ; the Statue itself who has given only his initials H. K., we saw last summer, and thought it and they are not familiar to our eyes nobly beautiful and our young Poet

but many a gifted spirit dwells has it-vivid as life we were going to within those sacred groves,-and here say-in his enamoured imagination. is a leaf by another Infant of Isis

Ride on, thou peerless beauty! frank and free
As yon white wave that curls thy Naxian sea,
Ride on triumphant, with that clear calm eye
Which looks a conquest ere the prize is nigh,
Borne on thy lion-steed ride forth to meet
A god fall down, and worship at thy feet;
Laden with India's spoils, elate in arms
He kneels, the captive of thy naked charms.
For ne'er in Theban meads, or Nyssian shades,
Ne'er in the depth of old Citharon's glades
Has the blythe hero of Olympus seen
So proud a gesture, so divine a mien-
What matchless grace! what soft seductions thrown
O'er that fine form, that needs no clasping zone !
What glowing warmth of youthful life express'd
In those fair outstretched arms, that heaving breast
No girlish gracefulness, correctly slim,
Mars the luxuriance of each rounded limb ;

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