No. 1205. Fourth Series, No. 66. 6 July, 1867. CONTENTS. 1. Laura Richmond 2. Discipline of the Body 3. American Literature By Jean Ingelow, Greeley's American Conflict, 40. The Mormon Prophet and his Harem, 41. Lan- bert, 44. Life and Works of Lessing, 44. 4 The Feminine Element in "The Modern Spirit". 5. Was Luther Mad? 6. The Reign of Law 7. Edgar Quinet's Revolution 8. The Decline of British Skill 9. Jean Ingelow, the Poetess Spectator, British Medical Journal, POETRY: The Country Sermon, 2. Sorrow and Sighing shall Flee Away, 2. The Revocation of the Edict of Nantes, 64. Sonnet, 64. Preparing for Publication at this Office THE BRAMLEIGHS, OF BISHOP'S FOLLY. By Charles Lever. THE BROWNLOWS. By Mrs. Oliphant. TENANTS OF MAŁORY. By J. S. Le Fanu. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY BY LITTELL & GAY, BOSTON. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. FOR EIGHT DOLLARS, remitted directly to the Publishers, the Living Age will be punctually forwarded for a year, free of postage. But we do not prepay postage on less than a year; nor where we have to pay a commission for forwarding the money. Price of the First Series, in Cloth, 36 volumes, 90 dollars. Second The Complete work 66 20 50 Any Volume Bound, 3 dollars; Unbound, 2 dollars. The sets, or volumes, will be sent at the expense of the publishers. "ARE the spoons and forks in the bas- Richmond wished she had not promised ket?" "Yes, ma'am." "And the cold fowls, and the two jellies, and the custard pudding, Elizabeth? "Yes, ma'am; I carried them down, and put them all into the basket myself." "That's right, Elizabeth. There is nothing else to do but to carry down my cloak and Miss Richmond's. We expect to be back about sunset. Let the drawingroom shutters be closed before the sun comes round, and remember to water the hydrangeas." "May I go out this afternoon, ma'am, for an hour or two?" 66 Yes, certainly." This little dialogue took place in a pretty garden, between an elderly lady and her young housemaid. At its termination the latter went back to the house to fetch the cloak, and the former pursued her way along a gravel path between beds of stocks and carnations, till she reached her orchard, which was divided from the garden by a wicket-gate, and bounded by a clear river, small and full of water. As the old lady emerged from among the fruit-trees, she was greeted by joyful shouts from four boat-loads of people, mostly young, and all in high spirits. They had just reached the little landing-place: two more boats presently came up, and there was a cheerful babel of voices. Boys," cried Mrs. Richmond, who was as joyous as the youngest child present," boys, respect my water-lilies; don't knock them about more than can be helped." "Oh, they'll all come up again when we are gone by, Mrs. Richmond. But, grandmamma, which boat are you going in?" "What a noise they do make!" exclaimed the gentle old lady, as the boys, backing their oars, brought their boats stern into the fringe of yellow flags, and fathers', mothers', friends', and children's voices all assailed her at once. to join the pic-nic. 66 I never will go again," she thought, as she stepped into her place, for this was an annual pic-nic, and a very large one; but every year her objections were overruled by her son and daughters, her grandchildren and her friends. A young lady now appeared, and was greeted with cries of "The late Miss Richmond!"-"Hurrah! here's Aunt Harriet. Now we're off!"-"No we're not.". "Now, let every one sit down.”—“Is Miss Richmond seated? Then let the Watersprite' take the lead." The Watersprite " was accordingly rowed clear of the white and yellow lilies and the, forget-me-nots which fringed that little river; and, under a blue sky and between rows of fruit-trees, her five companions followed. The boats were all large, and not very light; but that did not much matter, as they were going down with the stream. In the first four boats there was a great deal of talking and laughing, often, also, there was singing, and sometimes a little scolding. In the last two boats there was silence, or only whispers; but this quietude by no means showed that the last two boats contained less happy passengers. On the contrary, every face beamed with joy, every eye shone with expectation; for was not this a holiday? Was it not a reward for good behaviour? Yes, indeed! The last two boats were the most important of all; the pic-nic was given expressly for them - given by the committee to the scholars of The New Philanthropic School." A little pennon floated from the hindmost boat, and on it was emblazoned the name of the institution. The mistress, proud but anxious, sat under it, hoping that all would pass off well; the Vicar sat in the next boat. He was also anxious anxious about his own many boys and girls, hoping to get them and all the other children safely land"Mrs. Richmond, are you sure we have ed and safely home again. Mrs. Richmond got salt and mustard on board?" "Mrs. sat in the "Watersprite," and she was anxRichmond, the Vicar says he has trusted en- ious, too, for the weighty matter of provistirely to you about the ginger-beer.""I ion was her care. Were there fowls say, grandmamma, you said you would go enough? Was there beef enough? Had with us this time. Ours is the best the plates been remembered? She was boat." "Charlie, if you don't sit still, you not certain; but she hoped all was right. must be put on shore."—"Where's the Nobody else, excepting a mamma or two |