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his pencil children retained their playground | gel-wings, and wake out of his dream to clothes, and preserved their playground oc- put on rags and loathe them; and thus will cupations, and appeared at the best, and in he grow up in a sour discontent with that homely realism, what Wordsworth calls * state of life to which it has pleased God “ Sound healthy children of the God of heaven." vies, in a review of the Revivals of 1859,
to call him.' The Rev. Llewellyn DaThe style and effect of Mrs. Pardiggle's of which visitations children were the subsystem of home education are depicted by ject, equally with their elders, refers to this Mr. Dickens with a high-coloured brush. fact as one “peculiarly shocking to English She is made to introduce to us her five Christians, at least to Churchmen and boys: Egbert, aged twelve, as the boy who Churchwomen. At an incredibly tender sent out his pocket-money to the amount of age they, poor things, are made convicts,' five-and-three-pence, to the Tockahoopo arrive at peace,' and afterwards become Indians; Oswald (ten and a half), as the leaders of prayer and exhortation.” In the child who contributed two-and-nine-pence to Scriptures, he goes on to affirm, you will as uke Great National Smither's Testimonial; soon find cases of little children convictFrancis (nine), one-and-sixpence-half-pen- ed" of sin, as you will cases of grown. perny; Felix (seven), eightpence to the super- sons thrown into epileptic convulsions by annuated Widows, while Alfred, the young- receiving the Gospel. These things are est (five), has voluntarily enrolled himself utterly unknown to both the Testaments.” + ia the Infant Bonds of Joy, and is pledged But to recur to the Pardiggle progeny. never, through life, to use tobacco in any Never were seen such dissatisfied children form.* Young “ Bands of Hope,” by the - not merely weazen and shrivelled, but way, were of ill odour in the nostrils of a looking absolutely ferocious with discontent. late clerical essayist, pithy and pungent of .. The face of each child, as the amount of pen, the Rev. John Eagles- - so well and his contribution was mentioned, darkened widely known as the “Sketcher" of Black- in a peculiarly vindictive manner,” except, wood's Magazine. In reviewing the “ Re- however, the little recruit into the Infant ports” of Temperance and Teetotal Socie- Bonds of Joy, who was stolidly and evenly ties, he lamented the constant display-pro- miserable. My young family are not cessions of children with banners, walking frivolous,” Mrs. Pardiggle remarks; “ they through crowded thoroughfares with music expend the entire amount of their allowbefore them, assuming all the consequence ances in subscriptions under my direction; of their position, as the observed of all and they have attended as many public observers," drinking in excitement and self- meetings, and listened to as many lectures, approbation with the very air they breathe orations, and discussions as generally fall
- little paragons of all that is good, satis- to the lot of few grown people. She adds,
hymns which lift up the little souls far ly of nine all but one were, we read, like above their ordering themselves lowly and himself and his wife, “Sunday children,” a reverently.' Such · holy children’ as Mr. recognized augury of the godliness of his Smitbies has described to us are not likely house. Emanuel Swedenborg is not the to acknowledge any to be their betters.' exception out of the nine. And as a reNow-a-days a child is not allowed to think viewer of his life remarks, to judge from as a child. He must have strong meats' Swedenborg's recollections in his old age, when he should have ‘milk for babes.' He his childhood was one of precocious piety: must have visions of angel-robes and an- from his fourth to his tenth year his thoughts • Bleak House,'ch, vili.
* Temperance and Teetotal Societies,' ibid. p.210. f'Essays by the Rev. John Eagles,' p. 201. † Macmillan,' i. 372.
were constantly engrossed in " reflecting on sees indeed one of the most beautiful inGod, on salvation, and on the spiritual af- stances of the principle of compensation fections of men." The things he revealed which marks the Divine benevolence. “But in his discourse so astonished his parents to get the spiritual hygiene of robust nathat they declared angels certainly spoke tures out of the exceptional regimen of inthrough his mouth. But it does not appear valids is just simply what we professors call that Swedenborg carried his early pietism bad practice, and I know by experience into his youth or early manhood. 5* Be that there are worthy people who not only that as it may, the biographies of these ex- try it on their own children, but actually force ceptionally devout children are recognized it on those of their neighbours.” “Do chilas identical in their essentials — the same dren die so often and so good in your “ disinclination to the usual amusements of parts ? " asks Charles Lamb of Bernard children,” the same remarkable sensibility, t Barton,* by way of gentle objection to the the same docility, the same conscientious-gentle Quaker's over-elaboration of that ness; in short, what the Professor at the subject, in his volume of verses.
And corBreakfast-table designates an almost uni- dially would Elia, with his genuine depth of form character, marked by beautiful traits, feeling, and his shrewd sense and keen perwhich we look at with a painful admiration. ception, have assented to the American It will be found, he asserts, that most of professor's doctrine, that a time comes when these children are the subjects of some con- we have learned to understand the music of stitutional unfitness for living. And he ex- sorrow, the beauty of resigned suffering, presses bis conviction that inany healthy the holy light that plays over the pillow of children are injured morally by being forced those who die before their time, in humble to read too much about these little meek hope and trust; but that it is not until he has sufferers and their spiritual exercises ; that worked his way through the period of hondisgust is implanted in the minds of many est hearty animal existence, which every robust youngsters by early surfeits of path- robust child should make the most of, — not ological piety. “I do verily believe that until he has learned the use of his various He who took children in in His arms and faculties, which is his first duty, - that a blessed them, loved the healthiest and most boy of courage and animal vigour is in a playful of them just as well as those who proper state to read these tearful records of were richest in the tuberculous virtues.” In premature decay.t the sensibility and the sanctity which often
• "Remains,' p. 128 accompany premature decay, Dr. Holmes
“Now, when you put into such a hot-blooded,
hard-tisted, round-cheeked little rogue's hand a • 'Saturday Review,' xxiii. 603.
sad-looking volume or pamphlet, with the portrait | Schleiermacher, by the way, contends that child of a thin, white-faced child, whose life is really as dren are incapable of true feeling; that what in much a training for death as the last month of a them is called feeling is only utterance of instinct, condemned criminal's existence, what does he find by which, however, they themselves, as well as oth in common between his own overflowing and exulters, are led erroneously to believe that they possess ing sense of vitality and the experience of the real feeling. See Schleiermacher's Letters, vol. i. doomed offspring of invalid parents?" No. clxvi.
fessor at the Breakfast-table,''s viii.
• The Pro
But when the blow falls, then our hearts are
still, How much the heart may bear, and yet not Not that the pain is of its sharpness shorn – break!
But think it can be borne.
We wind our life about another life
We hold it closer, dearer than our own – Death chooses his own time; till that is worn,
Anon it faints and falls in deadly strife,
Leaving us stunned, and stricken, and alone; We shrink and shudder at the surgeon's knife - But ah! we do not die with those we mourn
This also can be borne.
Behold, we live through all things — famine, Yet to our sense the bitter pangs reveal
thirst, That still, although the trembling flesh be torn, Bereavement, pain; all grief and misery, This, also, can be borne.
All woe and sorrow; life inflicts its worst
On soul and body - but we cannot die, We see a sorrow rising in our way,
Though we be sick, and tired, and faint, and And try to flee from the approaching ill,
worn; We seek some small escape – we weep and pray
Lo! all things can be borne.
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From The New York Evening Post.
But the poet, thirsty, sad,
Mournfully declineth. “OLD LAURIGER.”
“• Bring the cup, &c. The most charming of college songs, both for tune and words, is the familiar “Lauriger Hora
III. tius.” Mr. James A. Morgan, of New York,
Glory is a hollow toy, writes to the College Courant of Yale an inter
Fame doth yield but sorrow; esting letter about it, of which the following is
Wine and love alone give joy, the substance :
Heedless of to-morrow.
“• Bring the cup, &c.' “Can any of your correspondents tell me who was the author of that most widely known and “ Another better known version of the cho admired of our college songs, ‘Lauriger Hora
rus is : tius'? Also, of the origin of the tune, which our Southern brethren appropriated during the war, to their • My Maryland'?
“Give me cups that Bacchus crowns, “Whoever wrote it, had drunk in the true
Cups on mirth attending; rolick of the Mantuan ; for Flaccus himself never
Give me blushing maidens' frowns,
Frowns in kisses ending.' wrote sixteen lines that breathed more unmistakably his own abandon, than this little bumper of bonhommie, as sparkling and inspiriting as Mr. Morgan gives the following as a perfect a glass of Sully's best.
I have been copy of the song, of which the common versions told that in the terrible Wilderness an officer show many various readings : heard a little group of grimmed and blackened men, in a rifle-pit, singing • Lauriger Horatius.'
“ LAURIGER HORATIUS. Near them were lying two of their wounded comrades, waiting for the surgeons who were long coming, in those sad days when brave men lay bleeding in every thicket. And these two
“ Lauriger Horatius wounded men - one of them, as it proved, past
Quam dixisti verum, all human surgery - were stoutly echoing the
Fugit Euro citius chorus they had so often shouted in merry rout
Tempus edax rerum. and college frolic, when, poor fellows ! they
“ Ubi sunt, О pocula hardly dreamed their time, • swifter than the
Dulciora melle tempest's breath,' was upon them. And I can
Rixae, pax et oscula well fancy that, like as in that group under the
“ Crescit uva molliter
Et puella crescit ; as the brave hearts dwelt on the long ago.
Sed poeta turpiter “ The following translation was written, I be
Sitiens, canescit. lieve, by an army officer, in his camp, during
“ Ubi sunt, &c. the late rebellion :
From The North British Review. called a part in the drama at all
is not on
the busy stage, mingling in the throng by NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE.
whom the movement is carried on and the The institutions and social life of America plot worked out; but aside, as a spectator, would appear in some respects unfavourable sympathising with, yet critical of all, and to the production of any form of literary recognising the hidden springs of the action activity in which the imagination is princi- and the influences, reaching from beyond pally concerned. There is a hardness and the present and the visible, that sway the matter-of-fact quality alike about the types actors, with a far keener and more compreof character and the historical environments hensive sense than any of themselves. It which the Western Continent presents to could not be better expressed than in the the writer's study and choice, while he him- words of Miles Coverdale, in reference to self is open to the same influences that tend his own share of the transactions at Blitheto produce these general features of national dale:-“It resembles that of the chorus in life. There would seem, therefore, to be at a classic play, which seems to be set aloof once less favourable conditions for the gen- from the possibility of personal concerneration of the idealistic faculty, on the one ment, and bestows the whole measure of its hand, and less material for its exercise, on hope or fear, its exultation or sorrow, on the other. Notwithstanding this twofold the fortunes of others, between whom and operation of the practical and materialistic itself this sympathy is the only bond.” Ho complexion of the life of that great nation, is meditative, sympathetic, interpretative; its literature is not without examples of con- too poised to be decisive; with an ear too spicuous idealism. A country that can justly open to the multitudinous voices boast of three such contemporary authors within him, to become the clear and proas Emerson in Philosophy, Longfellow in nounced organ and advocate of any one. Poetry, and Hawthorne in Pure Fiction, Hence at once a certain suggestiveness and cannot be considered a barren or unhopeful reticence, a tendency to raise questions soil for the cultivation of the richer fruits of rather than to settle them, and a delicacy, the imagination.
almost diffidence of treatment, which by As a literary artist, and in respect of that some is felt to be most insinuating, by characteristic so difficult to analyse or de- others timid or tantalizing. There are dark fine, but to which common consent has as- and curious chambers within his conscionssigned the name Genius, it is questionable ness, which perhaps a want of firmness and whether, among the distinguished and re- courage, perhaps a wise humility, restrains markable men whom America has produced, him from too rashly investigating, but the there is any one of higher rank than Na- shadowy forms of which he often finds a thaniel Hawthorne — if, indeed, his equal. pleasing subdued awe in watching and He has no glittering brilliance to arrest vul- pointing out from a distance. He sees a gar notice, no high-pressure enthusiasm or mystery in every living thing, — not merely sweeping passion hurrying away with whirl- the mystery which profounder science diswind-power great and small that come with-covers underlying every operation of Nain its range, nor that rude muscular force ture, and of which that operation is but the that compels attention and often commands phenomenal result and expression, but a assent. He is calm, dreamy, subtle, with latent mystery which manifests itself often an imagination most penetrating, a refined with seeming caprice, yet ever normally,
almost a fastidious taste; and in his finding its cause and sanction less in physihands the pen becomes a very magician's cal than in moral and spiritual forces and wand, “creating," as he himself says, “the laws operating through the veil of sensible semblance of a world out of airy matter, things that overlie them. Endowed with a with the impalpable beauty of a soap-bubble.” deep appreciation of the wonderful com
He is very far from being one of Carlyle's plexity of life, he sees minutely interlacing heroes : he is eminently the man of con- tissues lost to grosser sense, and which templation — not of action. His part in sometimes, under unusual lights, present the drama of life - if it can be properly I shifting and apparently unaccountable hues.