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was soon high in the air; and on her travels, tak- , “ I'm sure I don't know; and, you know, one ing with her wreaths of smoke from collage chim- dares not ask.” neys, and many and many a spreading sound, for “ No,” sighed the keeper of the robes. chising one another in quick succession, came rings such tremendous preparations! Why, almost all of laughter from the village merry-making. The our people have been up all night." fairy laughed too, as she strung them together; “Yes; and poor what's his name there had to she knew not how short-lived is mortal merriment. press the juice out of five large grapes yesterday.”
Farther on, there were troops marching, and she " Ii's ridiculous !" had to fly very fast to overiake their mournful “ Invitations have been sent to a great distance. sounds. But what the east wind made her lose, I carried some of them myself. Do you know she made up with slow iones from the church bell; any of the valley fairies ?”. for she hovered an instant to look at a military “ No; but I know one thing, that if any of funeral. And here she caught a glimpse of her them are to be at the banquet, the queen will bare sister, linking a sword belt that lay on the bier 10 to do without me.” a knot of blue ribbon dropped by the village belle, “ What's that?" and adding them both lo a plain gold ring on a “Some one at the gates. They may knock a woman's finger.
good while before I will open it for them.” After a long time spent in the air, the fairy re- Another knock, and the little folding doors were meinbered the queen's commands, and betook opened, and hand in hand ihe little wanderers enherself to the waters. Here she was very busy, tered ; and approaching the queen, knelt down collecting the rings that lay all around her in beau-s before her. tiful profusion. Most of the time she was under “ Welcome back 10 fairyland, daughters,” said water, but whenever she saw a circle spreading the queen, rising graciously from her throne, over her head, she bastened to the surface 10 catch “ Stand up now, and tell me how you have fulfilled it. Sometimes it was the dash of an oar from a
my commands." liule boat; sometimes a song from some one at “ Your majesty commanded us to seek a chain the oarsman's side; sometimes a water-spider far more beautiful and more enduring than the one darting along. It was all alike 10 the fairy-all which now lies before you. We have sought-I alike; link upon link was her object. And some- upon earth, my sister in the air and on the watertimes she was mischievous. A girl dropped a and link by link we have und it; or rather, link bracelet into the water, and before her exclamation by link some parts of this chain have been diso at her sudden loss was finished, the fairy was closed to us, parts whichi, small and faint though Jaughing, and running a piece of channel grass they be, are yet enough to tell of their identity through it on one side, and the crownless rim of a with the great chain which wreathes the whole beggar's bat on the other.
earth, and climbs the walls of the universe, surBut 10 tell all her discoveries would be as im- rounding and enclosing all created things, whose possible as to recount those of her sister. Suffice source is God, whose symbol is eternity.' it to say, that one day she was amusing herself by “ The banquet awaits your majesty's orders,” riding on the top of a bigh wave, and suffering said a page. herself to be carried on shore by it. She found “ Come, daugliters," and taking one on each herself on the very spol where she shed her first side of her, the queen marched through the open tears upon being exiled from fairyland.
door, followed by all the court. In the greenwood Looking round with delight, she heard her vame they found as magnificent a fairy's supper as ever pronounced in a tone of surprise and of joy ;-a was spread ; and down the mountain and across name not to be spelled intelligibly to morial ears, the fields, the little people were seen pouring in so fine and small was it.
thick crowds, hastening io be present at the revels The fairy started-her sister slood beside her. and welcome the wanderers home. Long and affectionale was their embrace. All former animosity was forgotten in their joy at meeting again and relating their respective adventures.
THE CLOUDS. “ Here is the root from which I set out a year ago. I will make a hole in the bottom of this bird's rest, and then let us hasten 10 our queen. Refulgent beaming ! ye bright cradled clouds! I am sure she will be satisfied with us."
Celestial wand'rers! how divinely fair ! “ I know she will."
Your glimmering radiance hill and valley shrouds, The queen of the fairies sat in state upon her Embosomed in the lake. I mark ye there, throne. Der ministers stood respectfully around. Reflected on its surface, and the tiots
" Is the banquet table spread ?" asked the That tinge the far horizon, winnowed deep sovereign.
Within its slagnant bed : a calm imprints “ Very nearly, your majesty."
Your likeness in the depths of ocean-sweep “ Let everything be in readiness; and let some Ye not o'er lowering pinnacles, whose brows one bring me that gold chain from the treasury." Majestically mark your onward fight?
“ Your majesty's commands shall all be obeyed.” Have ye no hidden bliss, no sacred vows,
“I wonder who in the world is expected to- Amid those regions of the starry light? day?" whispered the keeper of the robes to the With rapture I gaze on you-would be proud high chamberlain.
To be amongst ye, and myself a cloud,
BY GEORGE BAYLEY.
ASK ME NO MORE FOR A GLADDER
BY W, G. J. BARKER, ESQ.
The Forlorn Hope. A Story of Old Chel
sea. By Mrs. S. C. Hall. Printed and sold Press me not thus for a blither lay : How can the spirit exult 'mid pain?
(at 20, Great Marlborough-street) in aid of the
Fund for building the Hospital for Consumption How shall the weary in heart be gay? Hasten to those who have known no grief,
and diseases of ihe chest, in Old Brompton.Over whose hopes blight bath not been;
Price 5s.-In presenting this richly illustrated
little work as a free gift to the institution it is And bid them wake-for their hour is brief
intended to assist, Mrs. Hall does much more than A gleesome song in this desert scene.
contribute the tens--if not hundreds of pounds Let them dream of flowers not doom'd to fade- its sale may ultimately bring into the treasury:
Let them fancy suns that ne'er decline: This golden return would alone be a noble and Long on my rose has a canker prey'd
generous gift; but her simple story will do someFor me have the sunbeams ceas'd to shine. thing much more lasting. It is a touching tale of The bird that is caged may warble well,
a victim of that stealthy, and slow, but life-conBut anguish breathes through each melting suming disease, which may be called the plague of strain;
our changeful climate; and though in the form of For the captive pines in his cheerless cell, fiction, conveys those truths which must reach For the distant grove and the breezy plain. every feeling heart. It is a story of Hope, not
only “ Forlorn,” but “ Forsaken," of sickness, of And like such a prisoner's, low and sad,
poverty, and of deaih. And who can doubt that Must my lyre's wild music always be ; So if ye delight in notes more glad,
finding its way, as it must already have done, into
the hands of the rich, the happy, and the healthy, Demand of others, but ask not me.
that in touching the chord of gratitude to the Not mine to give you a gleesome strain,
Almighty for blessings vouchsafed to them, it Or bend my thoughts 10 a blither lay.
must, at the same time, have awakened, in many How shall the spirii exult ’mid pain ?
instances, those generous sympathies which prove How shall the wearied of earth be gay?
their reality by active benevolence. Banks of the Yore.
It may noi be generally known that, until the recent establishment of a hospital for consumption,
the very hopelessness of the disease was, according STANZAS.
to the bye-laws of our charitable institutions, a
reason for the exclusion of consumptive patients. BY W, K. TAGGART, ESQ.
The poor and suffering could, beneath every other There was joy in a human dwelling,
bodily affliction, find care and shelter during the For a child was born to earth;
last hours of lingering life ; and, perchance in the The mother smiled as she looked on her child,
earlier stages of discase, the means of alleviation And listend to songs of mirih.
and the comfort of hopeful words, bo!h for this A wandering band of the spirits of air
lise, and for a future state. But the signs of conCame floating the casement round;
sumption were looked on as the leper spots of old, For still by sweet human sympathies
a mark for desertion and neglect ; because the The spirits of air are bound.
patient could not be cured, he must be turned out
to die a lingering death, it may be houseless, and Oh, sweet and pure are the ties of earth," without the means of procuring the feeblest alleviaSighed a lovely spirit there,
tion to his pain. Was not this monstrous ? Of a " This baby so bright, with the angel light, disease, too, which spares neither age, rauk, nor Shall still have my watchful care.”
sex, and therefore ought to claim the warmest And fair grew the face of the child of earth,
and most active sympathies froro all. But her soul was brighter far,
Let us hope, however, that the example which For the angel guide, that was still by her side,
has been set, and that too by the highest in the Had taught her to seek the star.
land, will be quickly and generously followed. For
our own part, we have seldom or never witnessed And ever she seemed 'mid the homes of men, a more gratifying sight than the laying of the first As a spirit of love might be :
stone of this hospital by His Royal Highness Soothing the weeper, and warning the sleeper, Prince Albert, which took place on the 11th of That child of earth you might see.
June. On the platform might have been observed There was woe in a human dwelling,
some of the first nobles in the land, as well as For the child of earth was dead;
numerous individuals who have won for themWhile sadly they stand, the kindred band,
selves high places by their talents; but all on this And wail for their bright one fled !
occasion becoming more noble—more distinguished
by their individual exertions and influence in the A wandering band of the spirits of air
cause of Christian charity. Forcibly does Mrs. Came singing the casement round ;
Hall allude to the blessed changes which have " Alas for the weeper, but not for the sleeper - been wroughı during the last ten years; true it is Joy, joy for the spirit unbound !"
that at last " a cry has been raised throughout the
empire, not by the poor, but for the poor ; not by for vice and folly, which often quail more readily the oppressed, but for thein.” Winess the loud beneath the satirist's keen shafis than from the voice that echoes wide and near for the “ lone heavy artillery of grave discourse, spring always sempstress—ihe slave of the lamp, working from from the same seeds, however modified by circum. weary chime to chime, bearing her cross in soli. stances; and 10 the true philosopher the events of tude-toiling, while starving, for the few soiled life are but the machinery to bring out and unravel pence, the very touch of which would be contami- the mysteries of the human heart. nation 10 the hidded hands of tawdry footmen;" Those who take up this book as the production for the wretched dress maker “fainting during her of a “wit," expecting to find therein incentives to brief minutes of • rest;'” for the infant victims of inirih and laughter, will be disappointed—yet that the loom; for the degraded coal drudges, “ crawl- is scarcely the word, for disappointment means ing like reptiles along damps and slimes;" for the regret, and though the “ Story of a Feather” may cruelly wionged shopmen, robbed of health, youth, rather make one sad ihan merry, and at any rale and morals, by the debasing slavery of their musi make us earnest and thoughiful, it must also, existence. The voice is raised : it is a righteous unless we fing away its wisdom, improve and cry, and therelore it will be heard. Surely, the elevate. Knowing that such very seldom live upon erection of the hospital for consumption will not earth, Mr. Jerrold rarely depicts either fiends or be the smallest blessing it has brought about; angels ; unless, indeed, now and then he deifies a where not only the sufferings of the dying will be woman, for the which we upholders of our own alleviated, and the erring soul taught its one reli- sex, and believers in its noble attributes and wonance, but where, it is confidently hoped, numerous drous bravery of heart, that endures where man can human lives may be saved by the adoption of but display the inferior courage which prompis 10 those remedies which, for the want of an extended action-shall scarcely quarrel with him. Consefield of action, medical men have at present no quently, his characters have all life and individuality opportunity of practising.
about them- we should know them anywhere ; -We ouglit to have mentioned that the grounds and oh, above all does he deserve praise and graof Chelsea Hospital were devoted 10 the purposes titude for the crusade he wages against the heartof a fancy fair ; stalls being held by the Duchess less selfishness which is the upas vice of the day. of Gloucester, the Duchess of Norfolk, the Countess Would that we could convey to our columns whole Grosvenor, and numerous other ladies of the first chapters from the “Story of a Feather !” and yet, rank. “ The Forlorn Hope” was on sale at each now that they are joined, it would be a pity again of them, and, we believe, seven hundred copies to divide them. Our sew extracts shall relate to were sold. Moreover, though additional funds are an important change in the autobiographier's condiof course highly desirable, it was gratifying to hear lion. The Couniess Blushrose was a lady in that the total amount of the receipts on that occasion waiting. exceeded the most sanguine expectations of the coinmillee.
“Had the Counless Blushrose felt less devotion
towards the Prince of Wales, I might for years THE STORY OF A FEAT!IER. By Donglas Jerrold. have remained in the Palace : it may be, thrown (Punch office, Strand.) -- Originally published aside to pass into the stomachs of palace moths. pieceineal in " Punch,"ibe " Story of a leather," I was, however, doomed 10 a more various destiny. though, we believe now slightly extended, forms a The Countess Blushrose refined away the vulgarity volume, rich in many bigh attributes. A work of mere honesty by the excess of loyalty. A phibroken into fragments for such a method of publi- losopher, or-if he were duly bired for the coarse cation, must necessarily be constructed on a very word—and Old Bailey practitioner, would say the different principle from stories which are given to Countess stole me. Well; in hard, iron phrase, the world complete. Every chapter must be she did so: but surely the spirit that prompted rounded off, and have distinci interesis and inci- the felony, made the theft a divine one! Even dents. Its progress is like breaking up a large the accusing angel must have put his finger to his diamond, 10 have the more refracting angles; or, if lip, and inwardly said “Mum!' as the Countess, that be a far-fetched simile, we may compare the in a futter of triumph, boie me from the palace. chapters as now united 10 dissolving views of How her heart beat !--for, snugly concealed under human life melting into one another, but all painted her shori satin cloak, I sell the throbbing organ by the hand of a master in the enduring colours of beat, as the beautiful robber entered her carriage. truth. The giving to an inanimale object eyes 10 “I doubi not, there are simple folks who will see and ears to hear, and withal a longue to tell marvel at this story-nay, it may be, give no belief its story, is the reviving of a quaint old fashion, to it. They may ask – Whail a countess filch nerer, perhaps, adopted with so much success as a feather, when a word in the proper place would in the preseni instance; while, as if to be in keep- doubiless have made it her lawful challel? Such ing with the style, the scenes are laid some eighty peily pillering might have been looked for at the years ago. A seather
, however, of the present day hands of Mis. Scott, the prince's wel-nurse—of doubtless hears and sees things quite as well worth Jane Simpson, or Catharine Johnson, rockersrepeating, as that which burst into splendour, as but from Countess Blushrose!' one of olie Prince's plume," that nodded above "I confess it: in my inexperience of the world
; he cradle of George IV. But one who depicts such were the very thoughis that oppressed me; human nature with the power and fidelity alivays now it is otherwise. Not without melancholy I displayed by Mr. Jerrold, writes for all ages; own it; but I have found that with some natures
it would pain and perplex their moral anatomy 10 packed off, nobody's safe. I knew his reverence more direct to an object; like snakes, they seem Here wanted 10 talk her off-but-i-1 beg your formed to take pleasure in indirect motion ; with pardon my lady, for breaking in, but everybody's them the true line of moral beauty is a curve. character inust suffer.' Here the ancieni dame, Had Queen Charlotte herself beslowed me upon with her apron corner, carefully dislodged a small the countess, the free gift, I ain sure of is, had | lear from either eye. not conveyed so much pleasure as the pilfered " What's the matter, Mrs. Pillow-what has article."
Susan done?' asked the countess. On her arrival at home she is wailed on by the "Stolen balf-a-yard of luce from his lord. domestic chaplain, who has a disclosure to inake ship's cap,' answered Mrs. Pillow, and a petition to offer. The scene is a long one : « • Noi stolen-not stolen,' sbrieked a girl, as we give but a few fragments.
slie rushed in, and with streaming eyes fell at the ** What does the man mean?' asked the feet of the countess. I never had a ibiel's thought countess. “Did you not say that you had to speak - never: nurse said 'was of no use-none; and I of something that affected happiness and peace of only louk it to remember me of that sweet childmind, and all that?'
I love it dearer than my own flesh- 10 remember "• True, Madam,' answered Inglewood, it when I should be old, and baby be a man.'
6. Well, then and to whose happiness, 10 “ The girl, with clasped bands, looked with paswhose peace of mind could you possibly allude, sionale griel in the face of the countess, ller ladyif
ship rose, and fanning her cheek with me-view “• Will your ladyship hear me? I will be very from the Prince's coronel-said, brief,' said the chaplain, with an inward iwinge- Send the culprit from the house, and ina rising of the heari-at the inborn, ingrained self- stantly.' ishness of the beautiful creature before bim.
“ The girl fell prostrate on the floor. Mr. Ingle“Oh, say what you like-I suppose I must wood followed ibie countess with his eyes as, still hear you,' answered the countess, again taking me waving me to and fro, she walked from the room. from the table, and pertishly waving me about her. "God ieach you better mercy!' he said in a low
“A person in your ladyship's household has voice, and he stooped to raise the heart-stricken committed a fauli
offender.” “* Of course,' said the countess—such crea. tures do nothicg else.'
MESMERISM AND ITS OPPONENTS. By George ". She has proved not trustworthy in the duty Sandby, junior, M. A., Vicar of Flixion, Suffolk. confided to her.'
(Longmun).—The celebrated sermon, preached at “• I bear of nothing else' cried the countess, Liverpool by the Rev. Hugh M.Neile, and pub. waving me more violently. • Let her be turned lished under the title of "Satanic Agency and away immediately.'
Mesmerism," bas been so widely circulated, that ". You will pardon me, c.adam: she was doubtless the sulject is anything but new 10 the about to be cast from the house-cast out broken- majority of our readers. To the few, however, who hearted and with a bligbied name—when I took it may be ignorant of the production in question, it on myself to stand between her, and for what I may be sufficient to say, that, though the author know, destruction, and to plead her cause before professed himself entirely ignorant of the pheno. you.'
mena he so violently denounced-never having
witnessed himself any wiesmeric experiments, and “Come, come,' said the really good-natured imploring his listeners or readers equally to abstain nobleman, 'not so hasty, Mr. Inglewood. , Spoil and unhesitatingly attributed the results to which
from satisfying a very rational curiosity-he boldly not your hopes in life by a piece of temper.' My hopes in this lise, my lord,' said Ingle.
we are alluding to the direct infuence of the Prince wood, are a quiet conscience, health, and a cor
of Darkness. Assuredly an Alexander-like mandial faith, let them make what mistakes they will
, ner of cutting the knot of a difficult question, but in my fellow-creatures. Of these three hopes, il scarcely one to be expected as worthy of a Christian may please God to deprive me of one; neverthe philosopher or Christian minister. The nucleus of less, iwo-whilst my reason lasts-musi, and shall the present work was a pamphlet published about a remain with me.'
year ago, and somewhai hasily put together, as an immediate answer to :he bigoied and fiery sermon,
which really was infinitely more like a production I would plead for a weak and foolish woman. of the dark ages-of monkish superstition--ihan She has betrayed her trust. Yet, I believe 'twas anything else we could name. Thus, in a manner, pride, a silly pride-no deep sin-Thut beguiled were two beneficed clergymen tilled against each her.'
orier; though it must be owned by every dis"1 • What woman's this?' asked the earl. passionate reader, that in ihe grand elements of
“ One beneath your roof, my lord. One of Christian humility and Chrisian charity, Mr. your tenant's daughters, bired to iend your child. Sandby has all the advantage--not to mention that This morning
he favours us with scientific facts and philosophical “ • Ten thousand pardons, my lady,' cried an reasoning. elderly, hard-featured woman, bursting into the For our own part, we prosess not any knowledge apartment, but flesh and blood can't hear 10 have of the mysterious subject. We have seen several such doings made nothing of. If Susan isn't of the mesmeric phenomena produced, boih upon
and by intimale friends, and others, whose position in which I have been placed, and with the facts in and character place their honesty beyond suspicion. my possession of which I have been a witness, But we have been content to own, with Hamlet, such a narrow view of the subject appears to be that "there are more things in heaven and earth | inconsistent.
When the leaders of than are dreamed of in our philosophy.” In the medical profession (for the larger part of the ihe same dispassionate spirit, avoiding alike the junior members are happily an exception) can obignorance of rash credulity or of blind unbelief, stinately persevere in terming this valuable diswould we draw our reader's attention 10 Mr. Icovery a delusion and an absurdity, I should be Sandby's book-as a simple statement of facis wanting in my duty towards God if I did not which have come within the author's own know. thankfully announce ibat which I have experienced; ledge, combined with much lucid reasoning. nay, I should be even wanting to my own character M`Neile says, “ I have seen nothing of it, nor do I among my fellow men if I did not show that, in think it right 10 tempt God by going to see it." thus advocating Mesmerism, I had reasonable Mr. Sandby writes :
grounds for my conviction, and spoke but the words “I would not have Christian men, from a disgust of truth and soberness.” at the tendencies of this sermon, join the ranks of
But we hope we have said enough to refer those the infidel, and laugh 10 scorn the doctrine of Sa. readers who are interested in the subject to the tanic agency as the invention of men-holy Scrip- work itself. ture teaches it, experimental religion confirms it; but I would have them be cautious not to con- Porms By Viator. (Saunders and Otley.) found the ways of Providence with the works of These poems are in turn "grave and gay, lively the Evil One. I would have them remember how and severe,” including here and there a paraliule a part of God's wonders are yet laid bare to phrase from Horace. Between the his creatures. I would have them look into the ihe volume we have a sort of dramatic scene or subject with a devotional spirit, anxious for truth, dialogue, intended to convey a notion of the not rashly condemning thai of which they are in. author's views of things in general. We are sorry norant, lesi, haply, in their presumption, they be he has so bad au opinion of the critics; taken in found " fighting against God." Christian men the mass, if they do some harm, they also do much need not fear to be present at scientific lectures or good. They are mortals, and so not infallible ; physiological experiments, if they go in a Christian but they often serve by just censure, 10 keep even spirii.” Not inappropriately may we bere ex- an established author up to the right mark. Al. tract a few lines from a beaniiful poem by Anna though it is the fashion to abuse them, we are Savage, “On hearing Mesmerism called Impious," inclined 10 believe them passing honest, and that and which Mr. Sandby has introduced entire into they err quite as often on the side of good-natured his pages :
foi bearance as the other. We think the most clever “ Say, is the world so full of joy-bath each so of Viitor's poems is a ballad of the olden time, fair a lot,
called “ Sir Guion de Broke," 100 long, however, That we sbould scorn one bounteous gift, and for extract, ihough we can find room for scorning, use it not,
TIIE POET'S LAMENT. Because the finite thought of man grasps not its hidden source ?
“ In this terrible practical age, Do we reject the stream because we cannot track
Wben the muses have nothing to do; iis course?
And iron and steam are the rage, Hath nature, then, no mystic law we seek in vain
What course can the poet pursue ? to scan ?
« • Keep moving :''progress' is the cry, Can man, the master-piece of God, trace the un
All bow to the useful and real; erring plan
Hippocrene's bright fountain is dry, That places o'er the restless sea the bounds it can
And vanish'd for aye the ideal. pol pass, That gives the fragrance to the flower, the glory 10
“Apollo sits drooping his wings, the grass ?
Ilis shrine will be bonour'd no more; Oh, life, with all its fitful gleams, hath sorrow for
Thrown aside are both lyre and strings, its dower,
The bard's occupation is o'er." And with the wrung heart dwell the pang and
THE BATUECAS; ALSO, FRANCISCO ALVAREZ ; many a weary hour. Hail, iben, wiih gladness, what may soothe the
AND OTHER Poems. By William Henry Leatham. aching brain to rest;
(Longman.)-The “other poems,” which we preAnd call not impious that which brings a blessing
sume are the least ambitious in this collection, and is blest.
please us the best; they are often sweet and
In our The gladdend soul re-echoes praise where'er this graceful, though we cannot say more. power hath been ;
opinion, the author breaks down in blank verse; And what in mercy God doth give, O call not consequenủly, distracts the reader from the thoughts
be certainly has not an ear for it. This roughness, thou unclean.'
which otherwise would strike the mind. AlioMr. Sandby proceeds to say
gether, we think the author displays more of the • My original purpose was to treat of the re- elements of a poetical prose writer, ihan of a soligious aspect of Mesmerism. But, in the position called poet.