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That Memory, like the deep light in the West,
Shall bathe your hearts, before ye sink to rest,
Not only with the glow of good things gone,
But with the faith, that, when your days be
done,

Another Morn shall rise, but not to set,

And ye shall meet once more, as once ye met, Your Beauty wrought to Glory by the Giver, The Joy within ye perfected for ever!

Oh! what rare thoughts are his, oh! what delight

To gaze upon her, hold her in his sight,
To quaff her smiles, as thirsty bees that sup
Nuzzled within a noonday lily's cup
The last sweets, lest a drop be there in vain ;
And in that rapture all remember'd pain
Exhales, and for a moment he can see
A lightning flash of what the Soul shall be !

But She-dear heart-her thoughts are fled once

more

To far off morns, and summer nights of yore, Mayings, and nuttings, and the old folks' tale,

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'What is more welcome than the dawn of day
To lone men lost in darkness and dismay?
To aged eyes than is the hue of wine?
To weary wanderers than the sound and shine
Of sudden waters in a desert place?
To a sad brother than a sister's face?
Oh! Love, first love, so full of hope and truth;
A guileless Maiden and a gentle Youth.

Through arches of wreathed roses they take their way,

He the fresh Morning, She the better May,
'Twixt jocund hearts and voices jubilant
And unseen gods that guard either hand,
And blissful tears, and tender smiles that fall
On her dear head-great Summer over all!
While Envy of the triumph, half afraid,
Slinks, like a dazzled serpent, to the shade.

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And while soft mosses clothe the forest tree,
May Might wed Mercy; Pride, Humility.

'Farewell! and like the echoes of these chimes
May your pure concord stir the aftertimes;
Your story be a signal-lamp to guide
The Generations from the waste of Pride;
Like the sunbeam that flows before your path,
Your faith right onward scatter clouds of wrath
And live, O live, in songs that shall be sung,
The first true hearts that made the Old World
young!'

Farewell!-and other tongues took up the sound,

As though the long-lost Golden Age were
found:

That shout of joy went up among the hills
And reach 'd a holy Hermit bow 'd with ills;
And he breathed up a solitary prayer
From his pale lips into the sunny air-
'Oh! that on those young hearts, this day, might
rest,

Father, thy blessing,'-and they shall be blest!

VIII.

The Winds have hush 'd their wings,
The merry bells are still,

No more the linnet sings
On the hill;

But tender maidens linger with soft eyes
Under the dim gleam of a throbbing star,

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With glittering locks, like Summer, he descends
'Mid courteous aspects-flatterers, feers, and
friends;
Brothers and Uncles on his footsteps wait,

Aunts, Sisters, Cousins, that must bow to Fate;
She takes their forced welcome, and their wiles
For her own Truth, and lifts her head, and
smiles;

They shall not change that Truth by any art,
Oh! may her love change them before they
part.

The minstrels wait them at the palace gate,
She hears the flood, and sees the flash of State;
For all the mirth, the tumult, and the song,
Her fond thoughts follow the departing throng;
She turns away, her eyes are dim with tears,
Her mother's blessing lingers in her ears,

Bless thee my child,'-the music is unheard, Her heart grows strong on that remember'd word.

Again in dreams I heard the marriage bells
Waving from far sweet welcomes and farewells;
And Alleluias from the Deep I heard,
And songs of star-brow'd Seraphim insphered,
That ebb'd unto that Sea without a shore,
Leaving vast awe and silence to adore;

But still, methinks, I hear the dying strain-
The crooked straight, and the rough places
plain.'

it was determined between them that the Prince, in the shape of asking his father's consent, should be the first to announce the scheme to his Majesty. - Lord Holland's Memoirs of the Whig Party.

LORD LIVERPOOL'S VERSION OF THE PRINCE's, by supposing that the whole matter of the payMARRIAGE. In 1820, on the eve of the pro- ment of the debts and the necessity of a marriage ceedings against the Queen, Lord Liverpool gave was arranged between the Prince and the Minisme a different account of part of the transaction; ter before the King was apprized of it; and that and he assured me that he had it directly from George the Third. He said that the Prince of Wales told his father very abruptly one day, on his return from hunting, that he wished to marry. Well," said the king, "I will then, with your consent, send some confidential person to report on the Protestant princesses of the stated age and character, but qualified for such an alliance. Your wife must be a Protestant and a princess; THE PRINCE OF WALES: COURTING BY DEin all other respects your choice is unfettered." PLETION. - He was at that time deeply engaged "It is made," replied the Prince; "the daughter with his passion for Lady Hertford, contracted of the Duke of Brunswick." George the Third during his negotiations with her family to have replied, that to his own niece he could take no Miss Seymour, their niece, under the care of Mrs. exception; but yet he recommended his son to Fitzherbert. His health was reported to be bad, make more circumstantial inquiries about her and his appearance confirmed the report. Those, person and manners, etc. The prince pretended however, who made a study of his gallantries, to have done so; though his brothers, or indeed recognized his usual system of love-making in every young English traveller in Germany, would, these symptoms. He generally, it seems, assailed if asked, have told him, that even in that country, the hearts which he wished to carry, by exciting where they were not at that period very nice their commiserations for his sufferings, and their about female delicacy, the character of his in-apprehensions for his health. With this view, he tended bride was exceedingly loose. He persisted; actually submitted to be bled two or three times and the marriage took place. Lord Liverpool in the course of a night, when there was so little was a man of correct memory and strict veracity. necessity for it that different surgeons were introThe king, too, though narrowminded and induced for the purpose, unknown to each other, some senses deceitful, was not likely to invent lest they should object to so unusual a loss of and relate an unnecessary falsehood. Perhaps blood.—Lord Holland's Mem. of the Whig Parthe two stories may be in some degree reconciled ty.

From Household Words.

ANYBODY'S CHILD.

kind old woman's kitchen up a court. He lives by all sorts of stratagems. He holds gentlemen's horses; he goes out with costermongers to ANYBODY'S child is a sad little being. You cry their wares. He has been offered the find him playing at marbles in a London alley. situation of errand-boy, to carry out goods; but His feet are bare, his clothes are ragged, his voice he never liked it; such places were always too is hard and cracked, his hair is matted down over hard for him. He has been in prison many his eyes, his hands are thin and angular, his times, five or six times at least. He proceeds to knees protrude through his torn trousers, and repeat the prison regulations, for he knows them those rags are kept on by a piece of cord that by heart. He has been engaged with other boys passes over his left shoulder. How keen are the in taking lead from house-roofs; in "snow-gatheyes that leer out at you from under that hair-ering" (a poetic expression for clothes-stealing thatched brow! They read you off in a minute. from hedges); in picking pockets at fairs. He Anybody's child can tell, at a glance of those sharp eyes, whether you have anything or nothing in your pocket; whether your heart is hard or soft; whether you are a parish officer or a detective policeman. You may deceive casual observers, but Anybody's child is not to be done.

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can turn his hand to anything destructive; but finds the world is against him. He knows very well that he is an outcast, and that boys of his sort are not to be admitted into any decent com. panionship. Yet his is a hard life-his is. He has tried very often to do something for himself he has; but it ain't of no use, he can't keep to He has no respect for you; if you freely offer nothing; he gets tired of it, and people get tired him money, you are a flat; he has a ready im- of him. He supposes he will be transported at pertinence to throw at you should you be harsh last. He doesn't much care what becomes of him. to him; he hates you if you he either a parish As for home-he has never had a home. He is officer or a detective. If you be a philanthropist, glad his father has gone away, for he was always he listens to you, only to laugh at you. Any- a thrashing of him. He will say all this to you, body's child is twelve years old, yet has he had will Anybody's child. Admitted. great experience of the world. He is skilled in Anybody's child here begins a true story, a little every artifice and ready to profit by any. Ad-colored. He watches narrowly the expression of his questioner, and shapes his answer according to

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Anybody's child plays a third part. Admitted. This is played when he is accosted by an inquirer who is the sworn advocate of popular education. Herein the child is a mass of ignorance. He has never heard who is king or queen. He is not certain that it ain't the Black Prince. How should he know? He has heard of the Creator once or twice, but knows nothing about the New Testament. Cannot read or write; wishes he could. Will go to the ragged school; wouldn't he like to? But he must have something to eat at, afore he can think of learning anything. Has heard of all sorts of places built to do good to him; but he doesn't like them. He isn't fond of work. It's a hard life in the streets; but he will get used to it in time.

It is his cue to be penitent, to repent thorough-the result of his observation. He thinks there is ly, to cry, and call himself an abandoned wretch a chance of getting something out of his listener, and a miserable sinner, to declare that there is perhaps half-a-crown, perhaps a passage to the no good in him, that death is the best possible diggings; but he is afraid it may be an introducthing that could happen to him, to exhibit a tion to some reformatory institution. knowledge of religious observances - he will do all this, you know he will. Admitted. First, he cries, then he allows himself to be soothed; then he describes the terrible hardships he has suffered; then he strikes up a psalm, which he sings very fairly. This performance is well adapted to touch the feelings and to influence the pockets of the good ladies who go their rounds courageously, about the worst byways of London, doing what they conceive to be their duty, quietly and firmly; distributing, with real charity of heart - but often to unworthy objects -money which they can ill spare. Anybody's child knows these good ladies very well. He hears what they have to say, with downcast eyes; and he is very serious when he takes the tracts they are so good as to distribute. But how can All this, admitted. Admit on the other hand he read while he is hungry? The lady is certain - you must, if you admit the sun and the eterto be touched by this appeal, and, all honor to nal Heavens to be realities-that while oppoher gentle heart! Anybody's child receives six-nents discuss theories, he grows up to Newgate pence. Then the lady proceeds to the next and perdition. court, and Anybody's child buys some pudding Yet, truly regarded, Anybody's child is someat a house close at hand-which he wraps up in thing more than this worthless little wretch and the tract- and saves twopence for the low irredeemable outcast. Because he cannot be theatre at night. You know all this is true of made to mend his ways in a few weeks; because Anybody's child. Admitted. it is not easy to make him the quiet inhabitant Anybody's child plays other parts. Many come of a monotonous reformatory ward; because he to inquire into his condition; to ask him about cannot recognize a ministering Angel in a drill his parentage, his mode of life, the number of Sergeant; because he is slow to learn, and has a times he has been in prison, the games he has disgust for the irksome foundations of education; played. To these he appears very hardened in- because the wild animal of a London alley candeed. He has no recollection of his mother, and not, in a few days, become a lap-dog for lady his father is somewhere in the country. He is visitors to pat and smooth; voices begin to cry allowed to sleep upon a pallet in the corner of aaloud that the case is hopeless. Let our Voice

cry aloud, instead, To whom does Anybody's | there is one both in England and in France which child belong? To some of us, surely; if not to is constantly attributed to Buffon- namely, le all of us. What are our laws if they secure for style c'est l'homme the style is the man. He said this child no protection; what are we if, under nothing of the kind; it would have been an abour eyes, Anybody's child grows up to be Every-surdity had he said it. What he really said was body's enemy? this: le style est de l'homme-a very different thing, indicating that style is all which can be considered as personal property in literature. The phrase occurs in his Discours de réception à l'Académie. In that Discourse, speaking of style as alone capable of giving a work a chance of duration, he distinguishes it from the contents of a work which must get pushed aside by fresh discoveries, he adds, ces choses sont hors de l'homme; le style est de l'homme même· these things are independent of the writer, but style is his own peculiar contribution. Will this rectification be of any use? Of none. Multiply it thousandfold, destroy the weed in every spot you meet with it, and before you have gone three yards it will reappear. Magna est Stupiditas et prevalebit!

Anybody's child is undoubtedly Somebody's child. To discover this Somebody, who basely deserts it, should be the duty of the State; and the law's heaviest hand would we lay upon this Somebody. The State, professing and calling itself Christian, and therefore refusing to breed Plagues and Wild Beasts and rubbish to be shot into the bottomless pit, should systematically take that child, and make it a good citizen. And as it can, in most cases, find out Somebody when he or she has done a murder on the body, so let it find out Somebody guilty of the worse murder of this child's soul, and punish that heaviest of all offenders, in pocket and person.

Anybody's child is a little fiend, a social curse, a hypocrite, a liar, a thief. Admitted. But if the State had long ago made Somebody accountable for the child, and taken upon itself the duties of parent, Anybody's child, in lieu of the dreadful creature you recoil from, would now be a hopeful little fellow, with the roses of youth upon his cheeks, and the truth of happy childhood on his lips.

PIEDMONT.- Notwithstanding the steady progress which Piedmont is making towards religious vancement does not even yet seem to be fully as well as political liberty, the nature of her adappreciated in this country. It appears to us, Anybody's child cannot too soon become the Government has already introduced, and that that although the measures which the Sardinian adopted child of us all; and the Somebody who which is now anticipated, do not partake of any gave it birth cannot too soon or too relentlessly doctrinal contradiction to the dogmas of Rome, be made to pay the charges of the adoption, or they are in spirit essentially of a Protestant be punished in default. Recent conferences on character. The state is overrun by an enormous this shame to England have renewed our hopes clerical army. of Anybody's child. Reader, as you have chil-millions, it has thirty-five bishops, more than With a population under five dren of your own, or were a child yourself, remember him!

eight thousand priests, besides the monks and nuns, who are stowed in nearly five hundred convents. Some of these monastic orders subsist by begging; a great majority of the priests posERRORS THERE IS NO RECTIFYING. - Men sess a paltry pittance, comparable only to that are tenacious of Error. There is an obstinate of the priests in Ireland. Though thus depressed, vitality in all clear definite mistakes; they grow this immense ecclesiastical and monastic army with rapidity, propagate with profusion, like all has been an instrument of civil disorder, by ennoxious things, and are destroyed in one place deavoring to depose the sovereign temporal only to spring up in another. To the philos- authority in setting over it the authority of the. opher there is something exasperating in this; to Pope. Sardinia has been able to sustain herself the satirist there is an object for his shafts. Once against such attempts, and she now proposes to fling forth a bold and definite absurdity, it will make a further step towards ecclesiastical indemake the hollows ring with echoes, and these pendence, by bringing the whole body of the echoes will reverberate for centuries. Say that a clergy more under the control of the state. The scientific hypothesis "leads to atheism," and chief measures are, the suppression of the menatheistic it will be, beyond power of rectification. dicant orders, retaining only those which are Say that Locke admits no other source of knowl- self-supporting and charitable; a reduction in edge than the senses, and all over Europe men the number of bishoprics and canonries, with with Locke in their hands will echo the absurdi- equalization of emoluments, especially an inty. How incessantly do we hear attributed to crease of salaries for the poorer priests; and Bacon the aphorism, "Knowledge is power." finally an ecclesiastical commission, to investiNo such phrase ever escaped him; but Bulwer, gate and rearrange church-revenues. There is who first called attention to the fact, has written no doctrinal question here; but while, by the in vain to rectify the general error. In like very nature of the proceeding, the Government manner, we hear attributed to Coleridge sayings of the land asserts its supremacy over the inwhich that archplagiarist appropriated from the dwellers, of all orders, it must win a grateful Germans, and attributed, too, by men who have feeling on the part of the working clergy, to read them in the original. As long as history is whose comforts it will so tangibly minister, and written, men will believe that Wellington ex-it must secure the confidence of its own people. claimed: "Up, Guards, and at them!" and that The true pith of Protestantism is independence the Imperial Guard declared, la garde muert et ne of Rome; which Sardinia is thus by degrees se rend pas. Among the current quotations, establishing. - Spectator, 14 Jan.

From Household Words.

BOTTLED INFORMATION.

THERE is a mode of bottling up information until wanted, which occasionally perplexes those who are not behind the scenes, and who do not see why and wherefore the thing is done. It was about half a century ago that this bottle department was established; we are not without examples of its previous use, but it then became a definite system. A captain of a ship tells of his whereabout; he writes on a piece of paper or parchment he encloses this in an empty bottle; he seals this bottle and casts it into the sea; he leaves it to the mercy of the winds and waves; and he believes that, at some time and in some place, it will be picked up, and the contents opened and read.

The chart comprises only the Atlantic, and only that part of the Atlantic which lies between the latitude of the Orkneys, and the latitude of Guinea. Either bottle-papers had not been started elsewhere, or they had not been picked up, or information of their having been picked up had not been forwarded to London. The Atlantic, especially the portion between Great Britain and the United States, is plentifully scratched over with these lines of route. A large num ber of bottles thrown into the sea near the coast of Africa were picked up on the shores of the various West India Islands: while those thrown into the sea near the coasts of the United States, found their way to Europe. This corresponds to a certain degree, with the known direction of the currents in the Atlantic. One bottle seems to anticipate the Austral-Panama route; for, it This is not a mere freak or joke. It has in it commenced its voyage on the Atlantic side of a serious and intelligible purpose. Navigators the Panama Isthmus, and landed on the Irish are greatly interested in determining the strength coast. Another bold bottle cut across the Atlanand direction of the currents of the ocean, and tic, from the Canary Islands to Nova Scotia. the winds which blow over it. Now a bottle Three or four started by Arctic navigators, or containing only a slip of paper, will float and whale fishers from the entrance to Davis's Strait, travel hither and thither with a very slight im-voyaged to the North-west coast of Ireland. One pulse; and, if it do not encounter a rude dashing against a piece of rock, it may remain intact, we know not how long, either floating about or lying peacefully stranded on a solitary and unvisited beach. True, if such a bottle were cast forth on the first of January, near St. Helena, and were picked up on the thirty-first of December, near the Isle of Wight, the facts would not prove that the bottle had taken the direct or nearest course from the one island to the other, neither that it had been continuously travelling during a space of three hunderd and sixty-four days. But, if many bottles, at many different times, were cast into the sea near St. Helena, a comparison of the resultant times and distances might per- The chart affords no information respecting haps, give an average, which the navigator the lapse of time during which the bottles were would store up among his valuable data. Again, on their respective voyages; but an accompanyif a ship be in distress, and the crew or passen- ing table gives all that can be ascertained theregers doubtful whether they will ever again see upon. In this table are inserted eight items of inhome, a few loving words may thus be entrusted formation concerning each bottle and its contents to the merciful waves. At any rate, a bottle thus the number which it bears on the chart; the filled with what cannot make any one drunk, un-name of the sender; the date when it was launchless it be with joy, is an innocent bottle, and may do more good than harm.

bottle played rare pranks; it started from the South Atlantic, jumped across Western Africa, then across the Straits of Gibraltar, then through Spain, across the Bay of Biscay, through a jutting out portion of France near Brest, and landed at Jersey. The truth is, that a straight line drawn from the place of immersion to the place of finding, marks out this route; and such a line is the only one which could be employed on the chart. It is evident that the bottle travelled first towards the north-west, and then towards the north-east, to get round the African and European coasts; very likely, it approached near the American coast in the course of its trip.

ed into the sea; the latitude of the place; the longitude; the place where it was found; the date Thus thought Captain Becher, the editor of when it was found; and the interval in days. the Nautical Magazine, who, about ten years ago, One of these travellers had been out at sca determined to collect, so far as he could, all the nearly sixteen years; this roving bottle was records of bottles picked up, with a view to laying immersed in eighteen hundred and twenty-six, the groundwork for useful inferences hereafter. about midway across the Atlantic, and was He drew and caused to be engraved, a very curious picked up in eighteen hundred and forty-two chart of all the bottle-voyages, concerning which on the French coast near Brest; it may, for any information could be obtained. It comprises aught we know, have been lying there unnoa hundred and nineteen voyages or tracks, each ticed, fifteen years out of the sixteen, for there marked by a straight line from the point where are obviously no means of determining the time the bottle was dropped into the sea, to the point of its arrival on a coast, unless some watcher where it was picked up. Of the bottle's interme- happens to be there at the moment. Another diate peregrinations, nothing is known. It may bottle had been absent fourteen years; three othhave travelled by a circuitous route; but as the ers, ten years each; the majority were under a chart compilers were in the dark as to that mat-year; the shortest interval between the throwter, they had no course left but simply to draw a ing out and the picking up of a bottle, was five line from the point of departure to the point of days. In this last named instance, the Racehorse arrival, to mark the general direction; leaving it threw out a bottle on the seventeenth of April, to after researches to make clear, if they could, in the Caribbean Sea; and by the twenty-second the actual route which the bottle had followed. of the same month, the bottle had made a nice

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