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of his warm bed at such a frightfully early boar as last year.

The private view of the '* Japanese Troupe" was well attended; and out of the many of their various feats, I am certainly inclined to choose the top-spinning as the most marvellous. It certainly does seem a curious occupation for a grown man, especially one of such gravity as the performer. But then the old men of China fly kites; so do the old men of England, for the matter of that: thus why should not the old men of Japan spin tops? I understand the stay of these remarkable conjurors in London is of somewhat short duration, so those who are desirous of seeing their performance shonld go at once, and by no means miss the opportunity of witnessing some of the most wonderful tricks of jugglery ever presented to an English audience.

Thelittle Aztecs have already commenced their public receptions. A week or two ago, having received an intimation that Mr. and Mrs. Nunez were "At home," I made a morning call in order to pay my devoir* to the young couple. They were very amiable: the lady appeared to be perfectly at her ease, and the gentleman looked bored, and passed most of his time in ■taring out of window. In fact he looked just as uncomfortable as a newly-made bridegroom appears when you call upon him for the first time after his marriage. Mr Nunez did not seem to relish the idea of being on view at all, but he was goad enough to dance a polka round the loom, for my amusement, with his amiable little wife, which is more than any English bridegroom would do under the circumstances, I will venture to_artinn.

There does not appear to be a great deal stirring in the literary world just at present. Mr. Edmund Yates's last novel, "The Forlorn Hope," is certainly the best he has given us since broken to harness. Indeed, in parts, it is even

better than that charmingly fresh story of English life: the third volume is wonderfully powerful, and touchingly tender in its deep pathos. Cussell'sPaper is about to be formed into Cassell's Magazine, and published weekly at one penny, monthly sixpence. A new semi-religious periodical, the size and style of the Family Herald, entitled Happy Hours, will shortly be launched, and Messrs. Routledge contemplate publishing a new sixpenny monthly, and a new comic periodical entitled M 'ill-o'the Wisp is talked of. Two new Liberal Conservative journals are said to be already under weigh—a daily entitled Latest News and a weekly called TAe Chronicle. Why not have some fresh names? Fancy a magazine called The Cave, or newspaper christened The Adullumite. Messrs. Hogg's Belgravia, known generally as the "other" Belgravia, after having been advertized for sale, for some time, in the Athenteum, is, it is said, about to be transformed into a weekly: the Weekly Belgravia would not be a bad title, certainly, though it might tempt high minds to make scoffing remarks with regard to the strength of the venture. Miss Braddon's Belgravia seems to be going ahead, and to have taken a first-class position. It certainly is one of the best shilling magazines going. In the current number we have a new feature in the shape of a second serial by Mr. Babington "White, entitled "Circe;" and there seems to be a greater variety than we have had before; indeed, it very nearly approaches our beau ideal of a magazine. It should be like a wellcompounded salad : plenty of oil represented by poetry; a due quantity of vinegar typified by criticism; a good deal of the salt of common sense; not omitting the main body of the compound, namely, the lobster and the lettuce, for which the serial tale and sterling articles on social topics should be responsible.

Your Bohemian.


English Woman's Rkvibw.—{London: 13, Great Marlborough-street, Regent-street, W; W. Kent & Co., Paternoster-row.)—'The second number of this quarterly has reached us, and amongst several interesting papers, specially relating to women and women's work, we note that of Mrs. L. S. Bodichon, entitled "Authorities and Precedents for giving the Suffrage to Qualified Women," as one of prominent interest. It is a well-considered, admirably-written essay, temperate in its tone, and strong in argument. It has been suggested, as our readers are aware,

to extend the suffrage to women duly qualified that is, standing in exactly the same circumstances as householders and tax-payers, that entitle men to the privilege of electors. "There is something more than ordinarily irrational," observes the writer, "in the fact, that when a woman can give all the guarantees required from a male elector, independent circumstances, the position of ;. householder and head of a family, payment of taxes, or whatever may be the conditions imposed, the very principle and system of a representation based on property, is set aside, and an exceptionally personal disqualification is created, for the purpose of excluding her." "The argument of incapacity loses much of its force at present, when a woman sits at the helm of Government in England." And farther on we find the following passage, quoted from the Westminster Review of July 1851, in justification of women's intellectual capacity for politics.

"Women have shown fitness for the highest social functions, exactly in proportion as they have been admitted to them. By n curious anomaly, though ineligible to even the lowest offices of state, they are in some countries admitted to the highest of all, the regal; and if there is any one function for which they have shown a decided vocation, it is that of reigning. Not to go back to ancient history, wc look in vain for abler or firmer rulers than Elizabeth, than Isabella of Castile, than Maria Theresa, than Catherine of Russia, than Blanche, mother of Louis IX. of France, than Jeanne d'Albret, mother of Henri Quatre. There are few kings on record who contended with more difficult circumstances or overcame them more triumphantly than these."

Mrs. Bodichon, who very cleverly strengthens her arguments with those of male writers on the subject, quotes from Herbert Spencer's work, "Social Statics," pretty largely, and thus meets certain stereotyped objections :—

The extension of the law of equal freedom to both sexes will doubtless be objected to on the ground that the political privileges exercised by men must thereby be ceded to women also. Of course they must, and why not? Is it that women are ignorant of State affairs? Why then, their opinions will be those of their husbands and brothers; and the practical effect would be merely giving each male elector two votes instead of one. Is it that they might by-and-by become better informed, and might then begin to act independently? Why in such a case they would be pretty much as competent to use their power with intelligence as the members of your present constituencies. We are told, however, that ' woman's mission' is a domestic one; that her character and position do not admit of her taking a part in the decision of public questions j that politics are beyond her sphere. But here raises the question, Who shall say what her sphere is? &c.

And the author refers to the conditions of women in various parts of the world, and of the local prejudices in favour of the continuance of that condition. That women, subject to the same laws, contributing in the same degree to the support of the revenue, privileged to their "portion of parochial representations in the vestry," and competent to give an opinion for the fitness of a physician who may "save or sacrifice life on a large scale in the county hospital," and who only a few years back were empowered to assist in the election of the sovereigns of India, who held their sittings in Leadenhall Street, should be excluded from the privilege of having any voice in the legislature, is a mystery and anomaly, which, for the sake of much that is evil in the condition of their own sex, we hope may ere long be reme

died. "Extracts from the Census" afford some curious particulars touching the number of women employed in some of the principal occupations, with the proportion of women belonging to each occupation who are paupers in the workhouse, patients in the hospital, and inmates of the prison. From the tables—in making which the utmost care appears to have been taken to insure accuracy—we find that there are 24,770 women employed as governesses, 11 of whom, when the census was taken, were in the workhouse; 6 in hospital; and 7 in prison, figures that speak highly in favour of education as a preventative of crime: more especially as the editor observes in reference to the latter statement, that

Persons of n very low class become nursery governesses, and possibly persons of no particular profession call themselves governesses when convenient.

Schoolmistresses—of whom there are 37,669: 79 of whom were in the workhouse, and 12 in hospital—exhibit a higher rate of morality, 2 only being returned in prison. Of 14,209 women under the head of silk mercer, draper's assistant, haberdasher and hosier, only 7 were inmates of the workhouse, 8 in hospitals and 4 in prison. Stationers and bookselleJ, number 1,752, of whom only 2 were in the workhouse, not one in hospital or in prison. Bookbinders number 5,364; 22 of whom were in the workhouse, 11 in hospital, and 16 in prison. Domestic servants outnumber every other class of women workers, and exhibit a very large proportion in the workhouse, the hospital, and the prison. Milliners and dressmakers rate next in number, and it appears that 1 in 544 finds her way to the workhouse; 1 ia 1,684 to the hospital; and 1 in 1,491 to prison, a rate that speaks higher for them as a class than might have been expected. Washerwomen rate higher in numbers, and cotton manufacturers still higher*; but the former very largely outnumber the latter in the statistics of the workhouse, the hospital, and prison. This may be ascribed to constant occupation on the one hand, and the uncertainty of it on the other; for under the head of washerwomen would come the thriftless, broken-down, rapacious class known to every housekeeper as charwomen, a card from one of whom has just been brought to me, pitiable in its inclusiveness, and which runs as follows: "Dressmaking, plain needlework, and charing done by Mrs. Smith, 8, Porteous Road, Paddington Green. Chairs Caned." I give the card verbatim, for some one may require something done which Mrs. Smith can do. But Porteous Road should have been Proteous Road, to be a fit habitat for this general practitioner, who from dressmaking and needlework is ready to undertake "tho meanest household chars," after having (we

* The Census was taken before the Lancashire distress began,

cannot help fearing) utterly failed in each. A very hopeful paper on " Workhouse Orphans," and an interesting summary of " Public Opinion on Questions concerning Women," reviews of books, &c, conclude a very useful, though rather heavy number of this quarterly.

Little Willie, And Other Poems On Children. By Matthias Barr. {London: Longmans, Green, 6f Co.)—We have before now had the pleasure of drawing our reader's attention to the poems of this writer, some of which in former years have appeared in our pages. The author is emphatically a domestic poet —a poet of the affections; his subjects are simple, homely ones, found at his own fireside, or that lie around him in rustic walks, or visit his memory from the past. The present little work, asits title sets forth, is specially filled with poems on children—poems in which the tenderness and sufferings, the hopes and fears of paternity are exquisitely mingled. Take for instance the following -.—

It's only a little glove,

So ragged and old and worn:
You scarce would stop in your daily path

To look at the thing forlorn;
You never would think by those fingers small

A heart could be rent and torn.

It's only a little thing—

This treasure I hoard and keep;
But many a vision of joy it brings,

And sometimes it makes me weep:
And 1 dream n dream of a fair-haired boy

Under the flowers asleep.

It's only a little glove,

Yet dearer it is to me
For the restless feet that patter and beat

Their music upon my knee;
Dearer for sorrow and care and pain,

Than the riches of land or sea.

It's only a tiny thing;

But I love it with deepest love,—
A golden link in the chain that binds

Myself to the world above;
And I know I am nearer Heaven each time

I bow o'er the tiny glove.

Many a bereaved and loving mother will embalm these little poems with tears; for they embody thoughts for which grief-dumb lips had no expression, but which, nevertheless, are Nature's utterances, softened by time, and sweetened by resignation.

The Oddfellows' Quarterly.(Manchester.)—The current number of this magazine contains — besides special papers relating to the order — several well-written articles by H. Owgan, LL.D.; a story by the gentleman who writes under the name of B. Brierly—it sounds very like a nom de plume; a tale without a title, by the author of " Scattered Seeds"; the Y. S. N. of this magazine proceeds very nicely; and Mrs. C. A. White leads us out "Upon the Downs with Flora," a proceeding very agreeable a few months hence; a sketch of Rosa Bonheur from Mrs. Ellet's " Women Artists in all Ages and Countries," presents us to a healthy, self-reliant, energetic, and original woman — original in genius and unconventionally. Long may she climb the mountains, and live her free life amongst them, sketching the muleteers in their embroidered shirts, pointed hats, velvet jackets, leathern breeches and sandals, as, in return for a largess of wine, they perform their national dance for her, and afterwards throw themselves down for the night upon sheepskins before the fire of the Posado, furnishing subjects for many a " picturesque croquis."


Early last month Miss Sallie Booth made her appearance as Juliet in Shakspeare's tragedy of 'Romeo and Juliet;" and before these lines appear in print she will have shown her powers as Lady Macbeth, too late however to be noticed in our current number. From a local Paper—TAe Borough of Greenwich Standard— we extract the following review of Miss Booth's ^''ng, in confirmation of *the opinion we were among the first to express :—

'The theatrical annals of Greenwich have oeen signalised this week by the production of =nakespeare's grand tragedy of ' Romeo and Juliet.' We beg pardon—not exactly Shake•Peare's, hut Garrick's acting version, which, in |

the eyes of all worshippers of Shakespeare, is a sacreligious tampering with the orthodox text. Nevertheless, this acting version has its advantages, especially in the estimation and arrangements of stage and acting managers. It is supposed to be more effective with the masses, and it enables the management to dispense with sundry actors, and otherwise to promote economy in the production of the play. A select house assembled on Wednesday evening last, to witness the performance—the centre of attraction being Miss Sallie Booth's personation of Juliet. Perhaps in the whole range of dramatic art there is no character that is a greater strain upon tho powers of an artiste —physically, mentally, and emotionally. Juliet is a girl loving and tender, passionate and courageous, earnest and yet womanly, altogether above and beyond any conventional type of humanity; and the actress who would do justice to attributes animated with such intensity must possess no ordinary gifts of mind and person. Of late years, Juliets of any mark on the stage have been rare. Those who could once act the part are now too old; and the latest modern representative, Stella Colas, although a great actress, marred the performance by her unfortunate accent. Did Miss Sallie Booth's embodiment of the character realise our ideal of what Juliet ought to be? After careful consideration we feel bound to answer this question in the affirmative, and to declare our conviction that Miss Booth deserves the reputation of a great Shakesperian actress. As critics, we would prefer modifying this eulogium by sundry 'ifs' and 'buts,' because it always looks 'clever' and ' discriminating' to be able to discover concealed defects under manifest excellence; but we should not be treating our subject with truth and justice if we contented ourselves with uttering anything less than the highest enconium. We knowno one now on the English stage better qualified than Miss Booth to delineate Shakespeare's greatest heroine. We very much doubt, however, whether this kind of entertainment will'pay' in this locality. While so many of the upper and middle classes of the neighbourhood do not 'trouble' themselves to visit the theatre, and therefore do not 'believe' in the merit which they can witness there, the higher branches of the drama must pine for want of sufficient support. This reflection is certainly humiliating to the taste of the day: all we can do is to endeavour to mend it.

We have left ourselves small space to notice the other actors who figured in "Romeo and Juliet." Mr. McFayden enacted Romeo in a manner that deserves much praise ; he showed himself to be an intelligent and energetic representative of the part. Mr. Roberts was a creditable Mereutio, and Mr. Steyne was a capital Peter. Miss Seymour as the Nurse satisfied a large portion of the audience. Of the rest of the performers we can only say that considering they belong to a company selected with special reference to their qualifications for melo-drama, comedy, or burlesque, the wonder is that they filled their parts with so little cause for dissatisfaction.".

The Morning Advertiser of the 11th ult. thus notices the performance:—

"Last week Shakespeare's tragedy of 'Romeo and Juliet' was produced at this theatre, for the purpose of giving the public an opportunity of seeing Miss Sallie Booth in a great Shakesperian character. Although she was apparently suffering from the effects of a severe coid, her unquestionable genius triumphed over such an obstacle as temporary indisposition, and she satisfied the experienced observer that she possesses all the

qualities of a really first-rate actress. In sustained power, cultivation of manner, purity of tone and accent, and tenderness of emotion, her performance was a rare specimen of Nature and Art. She looked and behaved like a high-born, high-bred damsel. The Romeo of Mr. McFayden was a performance which deserves encouragement and commendation. Miss Seymour, as the Nurse, was not unsuccessful; and Mr. Roberts made a creditable Mereutio. Mr. Steyne, who, as a low comedian, is a thorough artiste, enacted Peter in a manner worthy of the part. The text given was not enti»ely Shakespeare's. The conclusion was 'improved ' by Garrkk, and is now commonly known as the acting version. Garrick's 'improvements' of Shakespeare's play are like a darn to an Indian shawl, or a crotchet patch on some old English point lace."

We think that the present range for light comedy, farce, and burlesque, will probably lead to the decay of great Shakesperian acting. . Actors will discover that it will not "pay" to cultivate anything which seems counter to the fashion of the day; and the result will soon be that this generation will find itself without suitable representatives of the noblest forms of dramatic art. Miss Booth doubtless finds it more profitable to devote her talents to the delineation of the lighter kinds of histrionic work ; but while she is performing Shakespeare's heroines, our sons and daughters ought not to lose an opportunity of seeing the great poet's creations embodied in a manner not easily sur

Cheerfulness.—Can yon think that it is the design of Him who created all things for a wise end, that any human being shall merely till a place in the world without being of service to his fellow-creatures or to himself! God, in giving us the various and wonderful faculties with which all are to a greater or lesser degree endowed, has evidently designed us to become " forms of use;" for to bestow a useless gift would be inconsistent with His wisdom. To some he has given the ten talents, to some five, and to some but one; but to all he has given at least that one. And have you a right to go and bury your one talent in. the earth, instead of using it and increasing it to five? AVhen you sec that the reward of usefulness is happiness even in this world, that occupation brings enjoyment, that the only permanent felicity is found in active life, can you help being convinced that to be useful to others and (o ourselves is our destined end? "\Vc learn this lesson from every tree, from every herb, every flower that grows, even from the meanest weed that wc trample beneath our feet? Arc tliey not all images of use, springing up to some useful end? Uoes not every one possess some property serviceable to mankind, and does not every one perform an appointed office? There is virtue in the leaves of even the despised weed; and look, how it unfolds those leaves, shoots forth blossoms and forms seed which serve to propagate its species.



Maiirials.—For a large Couvrette, Boar's-head crochet cotton, No. 8; for Pincushion-covers, Mats, and such-like small articles, Boar'a-head crochet cotton No. 16 or 20, of Messrs. Walter Evans & Co., Derby.

A pattern of this description is most useful, as it can be converted to so many purposes— counterpanes, couvrettes, and a thousand other things.

Each article is made separately, and joined to the others, as the last row is crocheted. Begin in the centre; make 8 chain, insert the needle in the first, and make • a long treble stitch, then make 3 chain, repeat 4 times from *, always inserting the needle in the 1st chain stitch, join the last chain to the 5th of the 1st 8 chain to close the round. 2nd round. Work 1 double crochet, * 9 chain, turn, work a slip stitch in each of the 9 chain; work round the stem thus made in close crochet, working 3 stitches in 1 to turn at the point; miss 1 stitch of preceding row, work 2 double crochet, and repeat from * 5 times more, making 6 petals in all. 3rd, Work at the back of the last row,

behind the petals; make 1 petal between each petal in last row, 1 double crochet at the back of each, and cut the cotton at the end of the round. 4th. 2 double crochet at the point of each of the 12 petals, 5 chain between each petal. 5th. 2 treble, 5 chain, repeat. 6th and last round. 1 double crochet in the centre of the 1st 5 chain, * 5 chain, 1 treble in the centre of the next 5 chain, 5 chain, 1 slip stitch in the top of the treble stitch, 6 chain, 1 slip stitch in the same place, 5 chain, a 3rd slip stitch in the same place, 5 chain, 1 double crochet in the centre of the next 5 chain, repeat from * to the end of the round. There should be 12 trefoil patterns in the round.

For the couvrette join the circles together in working the last round by each pair of trefoils. As many circles can be added as may be required for the couvrette.


Two shades of lavender split wool will be needed: one must be very light.

Flower.—Take a small piece of the lightest shade, not split, and work a chain of nine stitches; break off the wool after fastening it, make a loop on the needle with the second shade of wool, which must be split, and work round the chain one stitch of double crochet in every loop, putting three stitches in the top loop; a we must be worked in the edge as before directed. This completes one petal. Another must be worked exactly alike. Having completed this, place it on the first—the right side M one petal on the right side of the other. "eRin at the end where your wool is, insert the crochet in one loop of the edge of each petal, and work a plain stitch in these two loops, taking them together as one. Work the three lollowing loops of both edges in the same way, and in the fourth be careful to place the needle "nder both wires, so as to tire them together *"n the stitch, break off the wool, and fasten tne end securely with a rug-needle. Work

another similar petal, and fasten it to the edge of one of those just made, with 5* stitches of plain crochet; two more will be required, making in all five petals, which mast be fastened as the rest. The flower will then present the form of a little bell; place in the centre five yellow stamens (not too small), round a pistil tipped with green, and cover the stem with green split wool.

Leaves.—The leaves will require two shades of green wool, of a nice bright colour; one should be darker than the other. Take the lightest shade, and with the wool, unsplit, work several chains from seven to twelve stitches in length, and with the darkest shade (which must be split) work a row of long stitches round each chain, one stitch in each loop, till you come to the top, which will require three stitches in the loop; fasten the wool off in the last stitch, and work a wire in the edge of each leaf, leaving a small bit at the end, as a little stalk, which must be covered with wool.

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