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ble axis upon which the whole comfort of the , his pillow was far from being an easy one; and family depends. If she be present none notice it, springs up for the screen, or bends over him with and yet all goes well; if ill, or absent, everything whispered words that soothe his fretfulness as if is confused and wrong; if she be taken away the by magic. void can never be filled up, or her memory die It is proposed, perhaps, to make a party for out from the altar of domestic affection ! No some theatre, and the pale girl accompanies us up murmur, no complaint ever escapes from her. stairs, and helps to arrange our dress, or braid our Those nimble fingers and bounding steps weary hair; and when all that can be done is silently not in the service of those she loves. If they chide accomplished, wishes us a pleasant evening, and her she only weeps, or opens her mouth but to goes back again to her lille brother, whom she give utterance to the “ soft answer that turneth would rather not leave, especially now that he is away wrath ;" while praise from loved lips makes so ill. And when all are gone but the child and her the proudest and happiest girl in the world. her gentle nurse, how the little fellow half forgets

Children worship her, if we may be allowed the his ailments, and laughs aloud at her droll stories, term, and yet she seldom romps or plays with or sinks quietly to sleep to the sound of her low, them; but when they gather silently about her sweet voice. If the laiter be the case, ten to one knee, and look up lovingly into her pale face, she but she resumes her sewing, and sits smiling to tells them in a low voice all about heaven, where herself, as those only can who have deserved the the good only are admitted, and wins their trem- blessed privilege of communiog with their own bling faith by relating how Christ loved little chil- hearts and being still. dren, and blessed them, and would have them all The next day a pic nic is proposed, but still come to him in that bright land whither he had there is no mention of her accompanying us; she gone 10 prepare a place; or teaches them that does not even seein to wish it; and yet the child early prayer which is murmured alike by childhood is so much better that she need not fear leaving and old age, with hymns that in after life are re- him. We ask one of her sisters the reason, and called by the magic of a word, and bringing with are told that she seldom goes from home, being far them a train of pure and holy associations, are our from strong, so that a little thing fatigues and shield and safeguard amid the trials and temptations knocks her up. And, as we glance on her sweet of the world.

tranquil face, we almost wish to remain behind A stranger will sit whole hours in their presence too, but do not like to mention it, and fear that she without being hardly sensible of it, and yet when will be dull, to which she gaily repliesthe circumstance is afterwards recalled to mind, he “ Oh no, indeed! The days never seem long does remember a pale girl in white, who played to me. quadrilles untiringly, in order that the rest might And we hear her singing as we leave the room dance; making a thousand blunders, which she is to dress for the expedition; from which, even always the first to laugh at, and which only served though it may have been a merry one, all return to increase the noisy mirth of the little party; and home sadly tired, and in a right spirit to be gratebelieves that she went away early with the head. ful for the delicious refreshment sei out so thoughtache. How often do we hear it said in society, of fully against our coming. While she listens and some silent member of it, “ Is your sister always seems so interested in the eventful history of our so quiet?"

adventures and mishaps, that it is almost as plea" Invariably. Somehow she never seems sant to relate as to enjoy them. Surely the inhappy as when at home. But mamma insisted on Auence of such a spirit as bers must be a blessed her going.” While the meek object of their scru- one, both to itself and others. tiny blushes, or tries to laugh, and wishes herself After all, the circle of real happiness is but small, in very truth by her own fireside again.

and the more we seek to extend its limits, or And this is the household jewel which men pass wander past them into the world beyond, the less lightly over, dazzled by the false glitter of gems likely we are to realize its tranquil enjoyments and far less precious and endearing, instead of taking home pleasures; one heart and one love we verily it to their hearts in perfect faith, that the affec- believe all-sufficient to ensure it, and the quiet tionate, humble, and home loving child will not hearth and homestead its most fitting habitation. be less contented and devoted as a wife and It is neither a comet nor a meteor, to dazzle and mother.

bewilder and then vanish; but a fixed star, shining It may be that on first entering a house we are on in its own pure light even until the end. struck by the beauty of one daughter, the sprightly But behold, the sun is setting, and here have we vivacity of another, or tremble lest the wild and been dreaming away this long summer noon, uiterly brilliant intellect of the third should lead her aside unconscious of the fight of time. Again we hear from the narrow and beaten track of life, from the rustling of light feet amid the long grass, and which none may transgress with impunity ; while the sound of merry voices, that seem as though we scarcely notice a pale, quiet-looking girl, who they would never tire of laughing. The Rebecca rarely lifts her eyes from off her work, unless it be of a few hours since wore a quiet and Christian to wonder, considering how industrious she ap- look, as if hallowed and subdued by the tranquil pears, how it is she manages to know so exacıly loveliness of earth and sky. Goethe's Margaret just when her mother's needle wants threading; is evidently in the first stage of her existence, when or the little suffering boy on the couch by her life was a long glad holiday, and sin and sorrow side, either fancies the fire 100 fierce, or the alike unknown. Juliet is not with them, and by light too strong, or moves restlessly, as though the arch looks they cachange when we ask for her,

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BEAUTY IS DEAD. Heaven send that the end of all this be less sorrowful than Shakspeare's wild and beautiful

BY CHARLES SWAIN, ESQ., legend. But Lucy-Wordsworth's Lucy-ah! here she is, with the flush of exercise lighting up (Author of The Mind," "Metrical Essays,&c.) her pale cheek; and they are hurrying her home before the dew begins to fall; but she pauses to

Snow-storing winter rides whisper kindly how sorry she is that we were

Wild on the blast; not with them, for they have been so happy; and Hoarsely the sullen tides to give us the wild Aowers which she took such

Shoreward are cast; pains to seek out in their lonely nooks, because Morn meets no more the lark she knew we loved them.

Warbling o'er-head; And now again all is quiet, and we try vaioly Nature mourns, dumb and darkto recal the broken chain of thought which their

Beauty is dead! return interrupted. We wonder, with something

Sear on the willow bank of self-reproach, whether in truth it has been as they laughingly said, a noon wasted in idle dream

Fades the last leaf; ing. Surely not. If it serve to rescue from ob

Flower-heads that lonely rank, livion a class of beings so liule known and appre

Bowed as with grief; ciated-if it create a love for the simple and the

Autumn's rich gifts of bloom

All now are filed; good, in opposition to that thirst for excitement which is the prevailing feature of the present age,

Winter brings shroud and tombpo matter whether it be lawfully or unlawfully

Mary is dead! ministered to-if it deepen our reverence for that Sweeter than summer bird old man whose name has passed into a household

Sang from the bough, word, and whose calm and holy influence seems

Music—the sweetest heardshed abroad only to purify and bless-if it have

Silent is now: power to bring back, as with a spell, the memory Pale lies that cheek of woe of the blessed dead gone before us into heaven

On its cold bed ; then it is well both to have written and read of

Winter-100 well I know Wordsworth's Lucy!

Beauty is dead.



(Author of "Titian," &c.)

“Mine eyes are wet with childish tears,

My heart is idly stirred;
For the same sound is in mine ears,
Which in those days I heard.”


Not the rippling streamlet's song,
Murmured as it glides along-
Not affection's fondest word,
Nor matin.carols of a bird
Nor the harmony that wings
A heavenward flight when Beauty sings,
Falls more welcome on mine ear,
With heart-music, deep and clear,
Than your tones, ye village chimes ---
Bringing back old times, old times,
Gentle spells are o'er me cast,
Breathing of the buried past;
As I listen--soul-subdued,


break my solitude,
With your music soft and low-
As ils tones were long ago;
Softly do they lead me back,
O'er Memory's oft-beaten track,
To vanished hours----ye village chimes
And bring again old times, old times !

Hail, Summer! the beacon of pleasure and joy,
Oh, may thy bright hours ne'er meet with alloy;
Thou art equally welcomed by grave and by gay,
With thy flowers and sunshine in beauteous array.
But what is the pleasure that thou dost impart
To him who has sorrow and care at his heart;
To whom all thy pleasures alike are unknown,
Unnoticed, uncherished, unloved, and alone?
Oh, then is the time for fond hearts to decay,
When misery comes on a bright summer's day;
Oh, then is the time for fond hearts to be sad,
When grief in the garments of summer is clad.
Ah, Summer! thy days are to me dull and drear,
And thy beauties I view with a sigh and a tear ;
Thy gay, happy pleasures all others may see,
But, alas ! all ihy treasures are hidden from me.
Some say youth is happy : but how can they know
The sorrow and pain that in young hearts may fow?
Our words may be light, but how oft they conceal
A pang, which our elders ne'er thought we could

feel !

Ah, Summer! thy praises the poets have told,
But still thou to me art both cheerless and cold;
Thy gay, happy pleasures all others may see,
But grief hides thy treasures and beauty from mei




like that her absence would have been felt more

perceptibly than her presence was remarked. If (An Anecdote.)

a stranger addressed conversation pointedly to her, she became a little embarrassed, and a bright

colour would mount to her pale cheek, and strike “I suppose,” thought I, as we found ourselves off a dozen years of her age at least. Yet the sort one fine day last summer the only occupants of a of nervous timidity she experienced was painful to spacious carriage on the Great Western Line, and witness; the sound of her own voice to half-awhirling along at the delicious speed of a “ fast dozen listeners—if really entrapped into conversatrain," \ I suppose we shall find things as un- lion--was more than she could endure; and either changed at Fairy Lodge as if but a single day, her gloves, her netting, a book, or something, was instead of a twelvemonth, had elapsed since our sure to be wanted, giving her an excuse for last visit. Perhaps our kind and aged host and escaping out of the room. It seemed really kinder hostess may be a little more bent with the accu- to leave her alone, and suffer her to pursue the mulation of years; and probably the iron-grey dull calm of her monotonous life unbroken even head of Watson, the butler, may now be more by the kindling words of sympathy. snowy. Certainly the old-fashioned damask fur- One thing, however, quite distressed me; and niture must be a leetle more faded; and perhaps that was the want of respect, and sometimes inthis year the ivy reaches quite to my bed-room deed the marked neglect, with which the servants window.” My thoughts of change and progress treated poor Miss Newson. To add to the many -expressed half aloud-could go no further. discomforts of a governess, she is very seldom

“You forget the likeliest change,” said my com- popular with the servants ; unless she is in mind panion, with a smile, “the children must surely and feelings quite unworthy her responsible posihave grown."

tion, she is almost always called “ proud” by the Now little Emily and Anne, the orphan grand-domestics ; simply because she finds, from expechildren of Mr. and Mrs. Mowbray, brought to rience, that not being protected by a sufficiently mind, by a natural association of ideas, their go- marked difference of station, the return of any verness. But this was the last individual in the world kindly unbending on her part would assuredly be one would connect with change and variety, notwith some unwarrantable liberty. Now at Fairy Lodge standing the infinite variety of her acquirements there were also some jealousies to contend with. and accomplishments. Poor thing! twenty years The old nurse thought the governess had spirited of servitude, beneath the withering influence of the away the children's affections from herself'; and most false position in which a gentlewoman can Mrs. Mowbray's own maid felt a just degree of be placed, had wrought their work upon her. It indignation whenever Miss Newson was intrusted is true that her present employers had too strong a with the keys, or was solicited to write a note for sense of justice, and hearts too kind, to do other Mrs. Mowbray, were it only one of invitation. I than treat Miss Newson with something more than had always pitied the poor governess, notwiththe usual consideration in which, alas! governesses standing her calm and placid manners, which were are held; but it is not in the power of individuals the farthest in the world from complaint; and I to touch the root of the evil; this must be done had often wondered if there existed an inner world by a chan ge in public opinion, or I should rather of feeling in her heart, or if that quiet uncomsay in general manners, wbich by rendering to the municative being could have told a history. governess the liberty, respect, and homage which Thanks to steam, the wonder and blessing of are her due, and approaching her guerdon some- this century, our journey was neither long nor what more nearly to that of a favourite opera fatiguing. We had but three miles to travel from dancer, may make happy, the position which must the station; the Mowbrays' roomy carriage awaited be honou rable.

us, and we arrived at Fairy Lodge, fifty miles But I am endeavouring to relate an anecdote, from London, as little wearied as if we had taken not trying to moralize. I remembered that, with but a morning drive. How I love the warm, makea regularity approaching that of clock-work, Miss yourself-at-home greeting of old friends, especially Newson's duties had been fulfilled. At a cer- when the house is old too-that is to say, old in tain hour she rose, at a certain hour she walked one's acquaintance with it—when you know your with her pupils, weather permitting (if not re- way to your chamber without being told “to mind laxed to batiledore and shuttlecock with them the three steps ;" when you remember precisely in the great hall for exercise). There were cer- where the morning sun will stream in, and have not tain hours for music, and certain days for paint to look about for the bell! Then the dogs—there ing; a certain time to remain in the drawing- cannot be a country house without dogs—are not room after dinner; and a certain time to retire to quite sure at first if they know you. That five rest. That Miss Newson was a highly educated fellow, Tartar, barks vociferously as we enter the woman there could be no doubt, from the rapid gates; but he changes his mind after a moment, progress her pupils made under her tuition ; that and struggles to break from his chain; and as soon she was amiable and kind to them there need be as we are quietly seated, not before, the beautiful as little hesitation in declaring, since they were King Charles crawls lazily to one's feet, with wagevidently warmly attached to her; and yet I know ging tail and glistening eyes, as if beseeching a not how it was, she was nearly as little noticed in caress. I don't know how it is, but I think we the family as any of the old-fashioned furniture- remember such matters afterwards, rather than like that she seemed to belong to the house, and notice them at the time.

All these things were just as usual, and our kind slighted governess ! This their acknowledgment of and worthy hosts as hospitable as ever. Their a superior being ! 10 my mind both touching and grand-daughters were, as we expected, somewhat significant in its truth. The accomplishments of grown; but it was in Miss Newson and all that music and painting, and the more solid acquireconcerned her that a change was to be found! ments which, if they had thought, they must have Although her colour rose on seeing us, I do not known were hers, had won from them no recognithink it was from any fear of being spoken 10; on tion. And, why? Because custom which does the contrary, she was kind in her inquiries, and pot acknowledge the merits of the governess, or seemed willing enough to enter into conversation. her claims to more than ordinary respect, had With this loss of timidity she had acquired ease, blinded their minds to the facts. But directly they all that before was wanting to make her manners discovered (what was not really, though they perfect. I wondered in my own mind how the thought it) her higher title to consideration, they change had been effected; for at forty years of age, made up for their past neglect with heart and soul. and she must be that, it is seldom such an altera- There was really, however, much in her little votion takes place.

lume to please simple-hearted people ; fur ber “ Jane," said Miss Newson, to a servant, as we poems were chiefly of a domestic kind and of the were about taking a stroll in the garden, “be kind affections. And few authors, I think, will deny, enough to fetch my parasol.” And Jane flew for that the slightly informed are often excellent judges it, bringing also a shawl, advising Miss Newson 10 of such productions; and no wise ones, we think, wear it, as, “though it was warm in the sun, will scorn their admiration. the wind was rather chilly.” I could not but look The exercise of the principle of veneration is, on in wondering admiration. A year ago the except in extreme cases of absurdity, one surely so silent, timid governess would as soon liave thought healthly, that it always gladdens the heart to beof ordering out the carriage as sending a servant hold it. And, certainly, this instance of what is on such an errand. Yet, after all, it was the maid's expressively called “hero worship,” which has ready obedience which surprised me the most. seemed to me worth repeating, was a source of un

“That is Miss Newson's bell,” said another ser- mingled pleasure, since it went very, very far tovant an hour afterwards, while she was uncording wards placing au amiable, gifted, and, I fear, not a box for me, “ if you please, Ma'am, I will be very fortunate woman, in a true instead of a false back in a minute or two;" and though I had not position. too much time to dress for dinner, I was pleased as well as amused at the alacrity with which the summons of the governess was answered. I

EARLY YEARS. noticed, 100, that at dinner old Watson offered to the thoughts of early years, what magic in the replenish Miss Newson's champagne glass more often than any one's else; and that, in the draw.

sound! ing-room, the footman brought a stool for her feet, Refreshing as the summer dew that cools the parchwithout her asking for it. Indeed, the general de

ing ground; ference towards her - yet, that is scarcely the As softened music floating upon the evening air word; it is too cold to express the watchful kind- Dies in the distance, come our childhood's visions ness of the household—was so marked, that a

fair. visiter must have been blind not to perceive it

. Bright as the stately vessel in the morning's sunny “ There is a cause for all these effects,” said I to myself, “and I cannot sleep till I find it out." It But the clouds of life are gathering o'er the sun

ray, was decreed, however, that the mystery should ex

shine of the day; plain itself. On the drawing-room table I found a hand

The anxious bark is heaving on billows dark as somely-bound volume of poems, whose title-page Yet views, in distance gleaming, her track of

night, declared they were by Eliza Newson! I turned the leaves with no common curiosity, and found

silvery light. that, though they did not bear the stamp of high The stream is gaily dancing at the fountain where genius and originality, they were full of womanly it springs; tenderness and purity, and replete with true poetic The morning sunbeams bear most freshness on feeling. My congratulations were made with hearty their wings; sincerity, and received by Miss Newson not with. And a halo is encircling our happy childhood's out emotion. “ Yes,” said little Emily, with more hour, pride, perhaps, than if they had been her own, “she Like the magic of the moonlight that gilds the has made them all out of her own head, and some

fairy flower, of them, do you know, are quite stories in rhyme. And, what do you think? I heard Watson the The sunshine through the day may banish care and other day singing one of the songs 10 a tune he strife, sometimes plays on the Aute; and I know Jane And flowers may brighten o'er the noontide of our has bought ihe book. Yes, indeed, Miss Newson,

life; she has," continued the child, turning to the now But, oh! there wants that radiance wben, smiling blushing poetess.

through our tears, This, then, was the secret of the servant's hero We spring again to happiness in childhood's early worship, and consequent deference to the so long years.


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THE FAMILY OF THE GRUMBLERS. from the rise to the fall of the curtain. When a

new piece happens to be performed, our friend is BY N. MICHELL, ESQ., AUTHOR OF THE TRA- | in his element; on such occasions, he ensconces DUCED," the FATALIST,” &c.

himself in the pit, as near as he can get to the

foot-lights. It is his philosophy to decry what Perhaps there are more Grumblers in this happy, others applaud; he loves at all times to exhibit an favoured, prosperous island of ours than in any independence of opinion, and the carrying out of other nation under the sun. Your Frenchman is these nuble and manly principles is perhaps the too mercurial, too lighthearted for a grumbler. secret of the pleasurable emotions which he exOn the other hand, your Hollander is too phleg-periences in a theatre. The new piece, say a matic. Give the German his sour kraut and 'meer- iragedy, commences; he grumbles at the lady beschaum, and let the world “wag as it will," he has fore him for not taking off her bonnet, and at the no spleen to vent on those around him. The inan behind him for leading over his shoulder. Russian serf is too degraded, too hopelessly fer. When any point is made by a favourite actor, he is tered to the soil and his lord, to give utterance 10 sure to greet his triumph with-a biss! and when the feelings which may “stir within him"-he balf the audience is melted 10 tears, he takes snuff, dares not grumble. The Turk, supported by his and growls “horrid nimby-pamby!” The author belief in an inevitable destiny, contents himself inay regard such a characier with supreme conamid all chances and changes; and, whether his tempt, yet we can tell him that, too frequently, horse or his country fall, still he will stroke his the most formidable obstacle to the success of his beard, and cry, “Allah wills it !"

new piece is this same grumbler; for, by a cleverly Without carrying our observations further, we timed exclamation of disapproval, or by a single must turn to our own country for specimens of groan uttered at a critical moment-say, during a the true grumbler ; not that John Bull, upon the pathetic speech-he has been known to turn the whole, is ill-tempered; but the secret is, he gen- whole house, and bring down showers of condemerally thinks himself aggrieved, and is rarely con- natory hisses, when otherwise applause raight have tented with that portion of this world's goods been given. which “ the gods afford him;" and this disposition, Our grumbler is sometimes in trade, and will be developed under certain circumstances, produces identified not unfrequently with the person of a the grumbler.

thriving city merchant. In this case, so many Our constitutional and habitual grumbler is a being directly and indirectly dependant upon him, man generally about the middle age; but the he will be a very much dreaded character. No clerk acerbity of his temper materially increases as he pleases him, and woe unto the wight who dares deadvances in years. The most rabid of the class fend himself when unjustly accused by his master ! usually possess a small independence, and are, in He grumbles over his letters in the morning ; every respect, what the world calls “comfortably grumbles over his ledger, however satisfactory its off.” The grumbler of this description commonly cash-balances may be; his business grows worse dresses in a plain but respectable manner; his every year, every month, every day; and notwithsquare-skirted coat is very large, as if he were de- standing his warehouses are full of merchandise, sirous that it should be in every person's way, so and his coffers of gold, the times are ruinously as to afford him a legitimate plea for finding fault bad, and he is the most unfortunate of men. when any one happens to brush against or disturb Grumblers, at times, are candidates for parliaits ample folds. "His look is grave and reflective, mentary honours. By dint of grumbling at min. and he sometimes carries a stout walking-stick isters, and all the powers that beangrumbling at Our friend is almost invariably a bon vivant; no the rottenness of the constitution, and finding fault one eats and drinks as much as a grumbler; and with every system prevalent throughout the counnotwithstanding every thing which he conveys to try, they get returned for boroughs. Operatives his mouth is, according to his own statement, exe- and ten-pound voters are remarkably taken with crable, he thrives upon it amazingly. He is a great the grumbler, and consider him the only true pafrequenter of coffee-houses, where his chief em- triot. In the House, the grumbler is an indepenployment seems to be in calling for refreshments, dent man; that is, he considers himself attached and intimating his disapproval of their quality: to no party. His motive for this is sufficiently obThe waiter brings bim a paper, and tries to make vious ; for, by pursuing such a line of policy, he him comfortable ; but something is always amiss ; is able to indulge, without a check, his favourite the paper is not the one whose politics he ap- views : he condemos every measure, opposes every proves of; the place is too crowded and warm, or motion, and groans at every speech. A sop, it is too empty and cold. Then, however reasonable sometimes, in the shape of a lucrative office, is his bill may be, he never, by any chance, forgets thrown to him to silence his Cerberus-like clato protest against it; calling ií an overcharge, mour; but even while devouring, he cannot but and bestowing on the obsequious waiter sundry grumble over it. He has grumbled himself into hard names ; and when one coffee-house becomes the House, and unfortunately no counter grumbling "100 hot for him," he shakes the dust from bis feet on the part of honourable brother members can upon it, and patronizes another.

dislodge him. The grumbler not unfrequently attends the The man whose delight is to discover some evil theatre; but what pleasure he derives from his quality in every person and in every thing, it may trionic representation is known only 10 himself, be presumed, never marries. Such a conclusion, for his growling, with little intermission, continues however, is erroneous. Grumblers, as we have

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