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before stated, are generally pretty well off in the bloom, dispensing their odours far and near; and world ; and women, who have a penchant for com- notwithstanding the wine which he has taken has fortable settlements, and who, with the trustful diffused a comfortable glow throughout his system, hope peculiar to the sex, imagine a change may be he grumbles all the way as the chaise rolls along effected in their dispositions when they become the broad gravelled walk : nor does the worthy husbands, rarely object to marry them. Then the gentleman cease anathematising the state of the delightful anticipation, on the part of the grumbler, roads, the heat of the atmosphere, and finding to have some one near him on whom he can vent fault with his wife and children, until, jogged by bis spleen! A wife is a most eligible piece of degrees into a state of somnolency, he is found furniture to him; she is his legitimate property; at length to be fast asleep in the corner of the and whenever his mind is overburdened by the vehicle.

perilous stuff" weighing upon it, he has only to open upon his betier half the floodgates of his ill bumour, and so long as she is a meek-spirited woman, and not disposed to give him a Roland for an Oliver, he finds himself relieved amazingly.

“WHAT'S IN A NAME?" Yet we do not mean to assert that grumblers are, on all occasions, discontented and morose men;

A Lay of the Olden Time; on the contrary, your grumbler has frequently his bright hours, when the clouds roll off from his spirit, and the sun of his disposition is as radiant and warm as you could desire a sun to be. During What's in a name ? Othere's much in its spell this happy suspension of his malady, the sweeper That has triumphed o’er death and time so well, of the street crossings receives at his hand a penny; For a thousand years, and around it shed his groom is addressed by the condescending ap. A halo of light from the glorious dead! pellation of “ Joe;" and he proposes to take his They rest in their graves; but their name's a charm wife and family, as the case may be, in his onehorse chaise to Highgate, Eltham, Hampton Court, For he thinks on their prowess in Palestine,

Even the Anchorite's peaceful breast can warm, or any other place where the natives of Cockney. And how oft they bled for the Cross divine, dom are wont to ruralize.

Such halcyon moods, however, are of brief du- And, home returning, their vows kept well, ration. We will accompany our friend on an ex

By a holy life, as the legends tell. cursion to Hampton Court. He laughs and jokes during the journey, and makes himself uncom. In toils and struggles for Jesu's sake, monly agreeable; but he has no sooner threaded No seas could stay them, or terrors shake; the sinuosities of the “ maze," allowed his eldest And their faith and hope, to all coming time, boy to throw fragments of biscuit 10 the gold and Are told on the brass, or in minstrel rhyme. silver fish in the pond before the palace, and cast o many a name that oft we bear his eyes over the cartoons of Raphael, in which, for Now flaunted light in the worldling's ear, his part, he can see no merit or beauty whatever, a holy renown once gain'd of old than clouds again begin to rise; and, by the time Amid Red Cross Knights and Barons bold, he has reached the inn, and ordered dinner, the And stood for Christ and his righteous cause tempest breaks forth; then rolls the thunder of his Whoe'er he were that might scorn his laws; growl, and flashes the lightning of his “evil eye.” Or in jousts and tourneys for ladye fair He inveighs against the accommodation, and exe- Held tilt with Christendom gathered there. crates the fare, although his children consider the latter remarkably good, which opinion they are A Paynim knight there once came, I ween, practically demonstrating; devouring the savoury Unbidden, and strange to that lordly scene : viands with such rapidity that they are in immi- Far, far away he had heard the fame nent danger of choking themselves. The meek of Mortimer's, Courtenay's, De Bruce's name, wife endeavours to cast the oil of soft words on And vow'd to ravish their laurel crown her husband's irascibility, but he cuts her short, And at some false shrine to lay it down, and, with his pocket-handkerchief spread on his or to leave his bones on a distant shore

nees, his well-heaped plate before him, and his And his fiery courser to mount no more! bottled stout close by his elbow, he growls and As a knight should be, he was honour'd well, growls, ever and anon looking savagely from out And his heart felt touch'd by a secret spell, the corners of his eyes, he discharges at the atten. So much of grace and of courtesie tive waiter a continued fire of opprobrious epithets, In Christian lands did he find and see: and protests he will never enter that house again. Soon lowly suing with vows he came The bill having been paid, with grumbling at its To a ladye's feet, a noble dame; amount, he turns on his rascal Joe, who, at his And the Cross for device he wore instead, command, puts the horse to the chaise with all Ere that ladye fair to the church he led. possible dispatch; but even honest Joe does not with her eyes' deep blue and her love, as well, escape without his share of blame, and he is de her name, I ween, had a losty spellnominated accordingly a slow and stupid hound. So widely o'er sea and land afar The weather is deliciously fine; and notwithstand- 'Twas borne for Christ in the Holy War. ing the chesnut-trees in Bushy Park are in full Oxfords


is to see in the gay world !

The Monteath being represented to credulous Answer us, ye metaphysicians ! who dabble in readers as a Methodist of strict religious principles, the divers hues of the human mind as learnedly as is, of course, no gadder;" so he sits among bis a dyer among his many-coloured paints ; tell us

books, and sighs over his lady's sinful waste of why is it, that all "good people" are so ineffably time, while she is whirled like a dry leaf along the prosy and set-us-to-sleepish in their influence, broad path of dissipation. She becomes a star, when all their virtues are duly set forth in story and is in great request; and is possessed of a deOh, young days of our dawning intellect! Weli lusion, that it is her “mission” (as Mr. Moddle do we remember our horror of the immaculate would say) 10 sacrifice her bodily and mental Misses Good-girls, who never tore their frocks- energies for the amusement of her five hundred who never soiled their pinafores, and whose cardi- dear friends in May-fair. Consequently, she is pal virtue was blind obedience, at an age when we for ever at fêtes and in fainting fits. In this found our juvenile brains teeming with argument wholesale slaughter of time's irrecoverable hours, and opposition to all enforced commands. There she is encouraged by a certain Lady Sarah, the are many more in the world who feel the same, giddy young, wife of Monteath's brother, a dis. and one among the number, we dare to say, is the mal general.” Lady Sarah avowedly plunges into clever Authoress of the novel lying open beside us. dissipation to fly from her wearisome partner ; but She who treats of the “Wilfulness of Woman,"* Sydney Monteath still combines great affection gives us evidence herself of the wilfulness of hu- for her husband with utter neglect of his comfort man nature.

and society; and while penning responses to fifty Else, why does the delicate-framed and delicate- new invitations, she languidly declares there is souled Sydney Monteath interest us deeply, so

nothing she so much longs for as a quiet evening long as she is foolishly addicted to balls and operas,

with her darling Edward. and then sink into mere old-fashioned humdrum

The end of all this dancing is that Lady Sarah, when she retires into the country and becomes being one of the wilful ones, dances off with a the Lady Bountiful of Glen Aram? Why is it

, gay Guardsman, another original in his way, and that we enjoy the “ malice" and “minauderies" the writer's pet roué. Here the Authoress dashes (to use the Authoress' favourite expression) of the boldly into the arena of human passions, and lays pretty, beartless Widow Tryon, and the absurdi- bare their fearful conflicts with real genius. Think ties of the juvenile sexagenarian Lady Mary, when of the horror of that unhappy husband so carelessly we yawn at the name of the quiet Monteath, or abandoned, which, however happily for himself, the sad, much-moaning Mrs. Harrington ?

ends in total mental oblivion. Think of the keen This is truly an original novel. It begins with sympathy of the kindly affectioned Monteathmarriages, instead of vulgarly keeping them back to the bitter anguish of the soft, weak Sydney; and, the end ; and it has an elopement in each volume finally, the delirium of passion—the terrible a species of woman's wilfulness to which the awakening of remorse in the heart of the wretched writer see ms to consider her peculiarly addicted.

outcast, Lady Sarah. Think of these, and see how In the very first chapter one of the two co- they are painted here. We confess we cannot un. heroines evaporates in conjunction with a volatile derstand the graceful libertine Captain Fermor. spirit-Captain Trelawney. He, baving com

We think him unpatural both in his contented menced affairs by making his wife wretched, is devotion for two years to his capricious compa. seen openly no more, but moves grimly in the nion, and in his cool gentlemanly withdrawal background of the tale'; a sort of bugbear, dream- when, with a frenzied loathing, she commands ing to account for the vagaries of his lady, until

from her presence the sharer of her guilt. It it is his turp, in his vocation, to elope with the

seems as if he had not loved her enough to hate wife of somebody else!

her; for with great nonchalance he returns to The other co-heroine and heiress (they are both England, is made much of in honourable society, heiresses we may infer) prefers to endure the

and weds a daughter of nobility and wealth. Who,

approbation of her friends, and, accordingly, waits when such is made a matter-of-course result in a for six pages and as many months, till she may novel of every day life--who can say we are not a have a fitting espousal, a comfortable trousseau,

moral people? Surely we have mistaken. We déjeuner, chariot and four, &c., with all which she said there was an elopement in each volume; but is not romantic enough to dispense. After driving oh, you greedy Vol. I., you have swallowed two off the nouveaux mariés, they discuss society in all its have stolen the first chapter of Vol. II. to finish up

We suspect the printer must don season. In tbis colloquy, the young bride's Vol. I. with a grand coup de théatre ; it is not a feelings are somewhat excited by the very low fair division by any means, for the poor, defrauded opinion ber lord professes of the respect com

Vol. II. has now no distinguishing feature but a monly paid by ladies to their nuptial vows! A death, a common, ever-occurring event, and the curious subjeci of conversation for a bridal tour, whole volume is countryfied and prosy. truly! No wonder the meek, and newly-made

Return we to Sydney Monteath, who, now that wife weeps, and vows eternal constancy, while the the mischief is done, cries her pretty eyes red, and

has a severe illness, the joint product of balls and

tears. Up comes Mamma to nurse and scold her. Colburn.

In spite of the respectable matron's indignation,

* 3 Vols. 8vo.,



the gentle girl preserves a strong" hankering" authoress : bere she expends all her vivacity-here after that “ splendid sioner”—the Lady Sarah. she lavishes her observation of society as it is. She seems quite of an opposite opinion to the Harriet Trelawney, however, cannot find pleaRoman general, who loved the treason but hated sure in mirth and gıddiness ; she still weeps the traitor; for Sydney hates the sin, but loves the alone, and drinks alone likewise. Suddenly comes sinner,

the great blow-the third and worst elopement. At last the erring one fees back to England - Her husband walks off 10 America with a woman, stops dying at an obscure inn-appeals to Sydney whose seductive arts had long haunted the wretched in her last despair, and lingers long enough to ex- wife with jealous fear and bitter hate. Alas for pire in her arms.

her who wedded one destitule of principle ! Da Capo Sydney's illness and regret. After a Broken-hearted, she is borne back to Glen Aram, long time she comes round, wisely eschews balls and the body yields as well as heart and mind. A builds almshouses, and becomes the great fan-child of sorrow comes, unwished for, to the worse nel distributor and old woman protector of the than widowed mother : it comes, it goes, in three county.

days, and the woman is desolate once more. Why, Have we forgotten the cousin and co-heroine, Mrs. Authoress, did you make it die? Surely a poor mis-mated Harriet Trelawney? Once we saw beloved infant, to fill the yearning maternal heart her flit across the vortex of Sydney's gaiety, but with passionate devotion, would have made her without being sucked in, she vanished in some far happier than your awkward way of patching misty region, described as near the fair city of up her broken soul with a new husband ! There Perth. By the way, we are forced to conclude, that are years of suffering and bitter repentance for the Authoress was never within a hundred miies of Harriet Trelawney ; soon the deserter dies ; she is Perthshire. She depicts this place, “ Corbee's a widow, and again her heart bleeds at the mehole,” as a sort of Ultima Thule-a wild, barbarous mory of her first blind love. country, haunted yet by Picts and Scots; whereas, In all these scenes that same great hulking we, whose feet know every rock and heath almost Doctor figures ; first as physician, secondly as as well as the grouse and red deer, can boldly comforter, then, after a long interval, as wooer ! throw down the glove, and defy her to prove the Yes, incredulous reader, the « Wilfulness of calumny.

Woman" winds up with the following courtship, Harriet Trelawney bravadoes exceedingly about which we have versified, from memory, as nearly her married bliss, and is for ever praising her good- verbatim as our somewhat confused intellects perfor-notbing husband. However, the forced spirits mit: at times betray themselves. An old poet sweetly says, " Love loves most where love most secret

He. is ;” and the same may be pronounced of happi- Pretty woman! though you're silly, Real, serene happiness, especially in the

I am wise enough for both. wedded state, sits smiling down at the bottom of

Will you have me? tell me bluntly, the heart, but prateth not abroad. Trelawney, For I guess you're nothing loath. weary of his wife, feigns business on the Continent, and politely throws her once more on the charity

Sue. of her early friends, and she about to be a mother. Deary me! you awkward Doctor, Oh, man! man! can it be? Weary, in her turn,

I'm too pretty for your wife. of the alms-houses and dulness of Glen Aram;

Ah, I've liad enough of marriage sick at heart and weak of body, Harriet shuts

With my first, to last for life-(Weeps.) herself up in her chamber, and abandons herself

HE. to low spirits and opium. The Monteaths, Well, don't cry; he was a bad one! alarmed, call in a certain great hulking doctor, the I'm a different sort than he. terror of nervous ladies, who boldly pronounces I will be a kind protector, the pretty Mrs. Trelawney has taken to drinking, Pet and cherish you, you'll see. and gives great umbrage by bis verdict. In this state of affairs the third volume ab

ShE. ruptly steps in, with a gay party at a gay country- Ah, you're not so grim a monster (Smiles.) house, and thither the Monteaths carry their Wont you call another day? cousin, in hopes that change of scene and society Ere I risk my precious freedom, may minister to her sick spirit. And now does the

Let me think of it I pray. authoress fully justify all our opening remarks.

He. With what zest she pourtrays the coquetry and Not an hour! What use your thinking ? dissimulation, the utter heartlessness and selfishness, the scandals and the jealousies of this lively

Why, you never thoughi before !

I must know my fate this minute; country party. How amusing are the follies of Lady Mary, and the flirtations of Mrs. Tryon

Just say “Yes,' it's no great bore. the blundering good nature of the Irish Mrs.

Sue. M'Carthy (whom the wretch kills very unneces- Oh, you plague, how you torment one! sarily at the end), and the weak-minded pas- Must I be your wedded wife ? sion of Mr. Watkins Jones. Depend upon it, 'Tis the only way that's left one this third volume, with all its dark specks on hu- To get rid of you for life! man nature, is the favourite portion with the

P. P. C.


BY J. E.


bursting. Yes, they were indeed terrible remembrances; they were first of his boyhood's days, of the friends of his early home, the companions of his childhood; but they brought no joy to his

heart, no light to his cheek; for ihey had all shrunk “Life may change, but it may fly not; away from him to their dark hiding-place-the

Hope may vanish, but can die not; tomb; not one left who had shared the joys, the
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; troubles of infancy. And he then remembered
Love repulsed, but it returneth.”

how one bright being had made him forget for SHELLEY. awhile these things; how he had loved and wor

shipped her, and believed her to be the most pure

hearted, as well as the most beautiful of earth's Have you ever spent a night on the mighty ocean, creatures ; and in fancy he heard the trumpet that and watched the pale stars rise in the heavens, bad called him from her side, and the vows of marching slowly and silently along their elernal love and truth that she had poured ere they parted. paths, brightening each moment until they become Then came the battle-field, the clang of swords, more piercing and brilliant than the largest dia the thunder of cannon, the shrieks and groans of monds, then as morning dawned sadly sink away the victims, but half stified by the rolling drums like spirits into the air? If not, you cannot imagine and shrill-toned instruments; and he loathed himthe deep thoughts that fill the heart at that time, self at the memory, that he should have ever lent the feeling of utter loneliness that oppresses it, the bimself to be the assistant of these lawful, wholelong-forgoiten memories that rush over the mind, sale murders. Glory! this is the pretty word the and the startling questions that the spirit asks. devil whispers, to bribe the vain children of men Pictures of scenes for ever past away come back in to violate ihe commandments of their Maker-10 the freshness of reality to startle us; we again hear stop the breath of their fellow men, 10 heap misery voices that the grave has long silenced, and gaze and desolation on millions of helpless children on features that death has long shut from us; then and broken-hearted women. And he wondered the infidel must feel that if there is indeed a Creator, at their weakness, at his own, 10 have been thus how ulterly at his mercy he stands, and he trem- made the dupe of a word, the slave of his arch bles and balf believes, thus gazing on these un enemy. Yet, even this sought for, this covered known worlds, the least of which proclaims a glory was to have been laid at the feet of love ; be God-gazing into that deep beneath him, which he wished for it to make her cleave still more to him, knows not how soon may be the means of bringing that she might feel a pride in, as well as affection him into the presence of one whom he has dis- for his name ; and he had won glory, the laurel believed in, derided, insulted. When His mighty l had crowned his brow, and now how bitterly the works are ihus around us; when noihing formed recollection stung him, that his crown, aye, even by the hand of man meets our sight save the frail his very heart had been rejected, scoffed at, by that bark that separates us from death ; when the proud being who had so often vowed ever to love him, palaces and lofty buildings of man's creation, if and for whom alone he had plunged into the red remembered at all, are but as drops of water com- blood of the battle-field. And now, indeed, he pared 10 that ocean, the majesty of the Great smiled bitterly at the remembrance of how falsely Architect must indeed awe even the good man, he had judged her heart by his own, and had never and make him shrink as he asks himself if so great Jreamed that gold could be valued above a true and glorious and powerful a God can indeed and constant heart; that love could be forgotten deign 10 care for so mean a worm as bimself. And before ambition and vanity. And his waking who has not then marvelled, at least fora time, that dream went on; before him stood the bright and amidst these stupendous works such an atom can beautiful, the rich and proud, for wealth had be remembered." Yet he has felt, 100, that there poured on him when he had ceased to hope for it, is a mighty hand guarding him, and guiding his when the brightest jewel of his life was crushed. destiny, though he cannot comprehend why so in- Yes, beauty and power had now lost their charms significant an object should excite such care. But for him ; he looked on each fair face as a mask the thought, “ God is love,” steals over his mind, that concealed a false heart, and coldly he returned and mystery is forgotten in faith and gratitude. the greetings of the fairest lips. And then came

It was a night of the early autumn, with no the time when his vast possessions had been moon to lighten it; but the star beams played wrested from him, and only enough left to support tremblingly over the slightly rippling waves, as him in mediocrity; and his professed friends and though they half feared 10 gaze on that inirror that parasites had forsaken him, to worship some other would give them back their bright forms; and a golden image. Yet this brought but little grief man stood on the deck of a lofty ship gazing on with it; he had never trusted them, nor believed these objects. The hot day wind was changed 10 their fawning flatteries ; and riches he valued not, the cool night breeze, and it swept the dark locks as they proved unable to buy bim one true heart. from his brow, as though it strove to cool and re- These were a few of the bitter memories that were fresh him; for, standing there alone, memories of racking his soul, passing like cold, pitiless ghosts, grief and despair might be seen throwing their in stern array before hiin. Gazing on his manly deep shadows over lis expressive countenance, figure and noble countenance, he seemed born to be and wild thoughts must have been working in his nature's favourite, fortune's minion ; but they had heart, to make those large veins swell almost to delighted to hold the cup of joy to his lips, then


to snatch it rudely away. Thirty years had given whom her tears and cries could not awaken. him this bitter experience, and he blamed himself They opened the few papers belonging to the for having made light of the presentiment that deceased, and decided on taking them to the good had from his childhood clung like an icy chain stranger who had lately come into their country; around him, that happiness was not destined to be he received them kindly, and promised to take all his. And now he had left his country to end the trouble from them, and io protect the child his existence amongst strangers; they owed him until her relations were found. And well he kept nothing, therefore his heart could never be wrung bis promise. Unable to hear anything of them, he by their ingratitude. Thus parted one of the had ihe body decently ivterred, and determined on noblest of God's creatures ; despair had filled providing for the little girl himself. He watched, nature that should have been the home of every and tended, and devoted himself entirely to her; virtue, and he reached another land a cold, icy- and she shortly grew so attached that she never hearted being, living amongst his fellows, but left his side: well she repaid him-not one act of holding little intercourse with them; and, as each kindness was lost upon her-every day she grew night he closed his eyes in sleep, he prayed ear- more good and beautiful. Years flew rapidly nestly that he might wake no more on earth. One away to both, and her greatest study seemed how hot and sultry night he lay tossing on his couch she might best please her kind benefactor. She long ere sleep came over him, but his spirit slept seemed to feel a deep devotion him ; nothing not even then ; no, it journeyed far into the land pleased her that he did not admire, and no task of spirits, he talked with bright-haired angels, and was too difficult if he approved it. This was he knew them well; for, though beautiful above indeed happiness for him such as he never exall that imagination could picture, they wore the pected; yet still he was grare and thoughtful, for expression of those whom he had loved in youth, he felt 100 often that the time must come when she and they soothed him, and told him of the happi- would belong to another, when her heart would ness they enjoyed, and shewed him how by death turn its most choice affections on some other they had escaped a host of evils, and that when he object, and he would hold but a secondary place had thought himself most unfortunate he too had in it. But he was not selfish, and he prepared to been most truly blest; for that she who had inost sacrifice his last happiness for her; and, whilst he wounded him had been the misery and ruin of all still cherished and instructed, to wean his heart connected with her; and they said they would from her. ever watch over him, and bid him hope again, for there were yet many blessings in store for him. He arose from that sleep an altered man; his “That is a very beautiful cottage yonder, vision was still before his mind's eye, and he knew amongst the tall, bright green trees, looking down that there was truth and reality in his dream; once so smilingly on the peaceful upruffled lake, streichmore he employed his talents and time for the ing, far and wide, beneath it. Aye, the prettiest benefit of his fellow creatures : the wild forests place that I have seen in our travels over this land and wastes for miles around were his employment of freedom and equality, of aged forest and vast and amusement; he turned them into fertile pas- prairie, of magnificent river and dashing cataract, tures and rich gardens, and became the protecting of snow-capped mountain and blooming valley; genius of the place, living surrounded by those this land of terrible grandeur and gentle beauty, whom he had rendered industrious and happy; he America ! And what a balmy fragrance the soft sought not for gratitude or praise, or love, so ihat breeze bears to us from the bright roses that climb when he found them, they were not the less welcome up the trellice-work of the verandah. But, softly! for being unexpected.

there are two figures walking beneath it, a slight, gentle looking girl, and a tall dark man, doubtless

her father." “D

· Farewell, my beloved, my blessed child ! “Bah," said my companion, “ did you ever Oh, that I could have lived yet a few months see a daughter blush as she does when her father to have seen thee with those who would have pro- spoke to her! Did you ever see a father gaze on tected thee from evil, but this is vain now; and his child as that man looks into the soft eyes of yet I do not leave thee alone; no, prayer is not his companion ? No, you mistake altogether." idle, and thou hast yet the strongest arm to guard “ And do you indeed love me too well to go?" and guide thee !"

said a rich deep voice; “ your uncle has sent for Thus spoke an old man to a child kneeling you, owned you, his children have all been snatched beside his bed; the chamber was gloomy, every away by death from him, and he will adopt you. ray of the sun having been excluded. His eye You know not that riches and happiness are was bright and beautiful when first he spoke, and awaiting you, and that the young and handsome was fixed on that weeping thing, and the film came will vie with each other in showing their homage slowly over it, and glazed it; yet even in death, for you." it seemed bent on her, as though it watched “And shall not we go ?" she asked, pleadingly; ber still. They had travelled from afar, and the You shall go, as soon as possible ; I shall old man's strength bad failed him, and he had loltered for aid to the peasant's cottage. Yes, he held you, perhaps, too long from the world.”

soon be able to arrange everything. I have withwas dead, and they gently forced her from the "*" And Will you not really go?" demanded the body, and tried to soothe her, but in vain; she was startled girl, as though she had not comprehended amongst strangers, and could only think of him his meaning before

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