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much. Forgive me, Miss Whitstone : you are the fine fellow, young Bethel himself, inviting me to only human being, save Fanny herself, in whom I Bethel's Court, which ny uncle has given up to have confidence, or to whom I can look for sym- him as a residence, and saying the kindest things pathy. I am sure if I knew what was best for to me and Fanny, whom he begs to call his poor Fanny, to whom I owe everything, I would cousins.' Now, the beauty—the very cream of do it, if it broke my own heart.' And the sub-it-is, that he has not written to the Rectory dued youth wept.

people at all.” “That duty should not be heart-breaking, Tom. Tom's eyes sparkled with gratified revenge. Your sister, with the tender and very uncommon “ So it won't be madam, my aunt, who can either ties that from babyhood have knit you together, obtain for me and my friends, or refuse us, a day's would receive far more pleasure from your single shooting at Bethel's Court, in a hurry again—or approbation of her choice, than that of all her act as if all its gardens, hot-houses, and vineries, other relations put together. Your pride, Tom, were more hers and her daughters', than poor or your prejudice, call it which you will, has been Fanny's and mine." far more distressing to your sister than all her Miss Whitstone, who had smiled all along, was other trials. And you wrong Mr. Edmund :-he now reading the letter, which she pronounced only waits her slightest intimation to fly to her ; charming. “But, then, what has all this to do but while every week brought a fresh heroic with delaying Mr. Edmund's answer a week, epistle from you—indeed, you must forgive my when the suspense is so hurtful to your sister's freedom, Tom—what could the poor girl do? I spirits, and so disrespectful to a person of whom assure you she has not wanted for my instigation we all have reason to think so highly as we do of to follow the dictates of her own heart and judg. Mr. Edmund ?" ment in a matter which looks like one of life or Tom suddenly recollected himself. “I shall death to her."

tell you, only you, that, ma'am-for, wild dreamer “I know you entertain but an indifferent as you may conclude me, I am sure you will not opinion of my understanding and knowledge of betray me; I wish Fanny to see Mr. Bethel, belife, ma’ain,” said Tom, with some pique ; "but fore she irrevocably pledge her fate. I am told he I am sure you cannot doubt the sincerity of my is a very well-looking man, and an accomplished, love for my sister.”

perfect gentleman; and you know, when a "If I did so, sir, I should not now be thus man comes to his property, he always thinks of parleying with you,” replied the lady with se- marrying." verity.

At any rate, I am sure you will, Tom," said “Well, dear ma'am," returned Tom insinu- the smiling lady. "But what then?” atingly, you

who love my own dear Fanny- " What then? Dear ma'am, you are not wont that best, kindest, gentlest, sweetest of all sisters to be so dull of apprehension :-if, which I -só well, will you allow me one last experiment think extremely likely, he should fancy our own of a week's duration only? And, if it fail, IFanny !promise to give my consent to Captain Bethel's Miss Whitstone laughed heartily over Tom's daughter becoming an artist's wife." The heroic basket of unhatched chickens; but looked in such air with which this was said, provoked a smile on good humor, that Tom durst not resent the liberty; the placid and benevolent features of Miss Whit- and she atoned for all, by vowing that she knew stone, in spite of herself; and, before she could not where the new inhabitant of Bethel's Court speak, Testy Tom exclaimed, “ You laugh at me, could find any wife half so charming or half so as a foolish, raw schoolboy ; but I don't mind worthy of him. " And to have her, sweetest that, so that you trust me this once.

creature, so near me, too!” said the old lady, Laugh at you, Tom! no, surely—on the con- actually melting into delicious tears at Tom's hairtrary, I am hand in glove with you ; but may we brained scheme. “But, poor Mr. Edmund !" she learn the nature of your scheme, which I can have sighed, at last, but yet smiled as she looked to no doubt does equal honor to your fraternal affec-Tom. “Poh! never mind, my dear ma'am: I tion, and Etonian acuteness ?!!

assure you we, lords of creation, are by no means “ You must not laugh at me, though,” returned so inconsolable upon such occasions as you ladies Thomas, his face mantling with the consciousness sometimes flatter yourselves. He shall get young of possessing a delightful mystery—“I can bear Mrs. Bethel's picture to paint, at five hundred you to laugh at me about anything in the world, guineas : and, perhaps, if he wait ten years, my save this.”, And he took a letter from his pocket- aunt, who admires him so much for Fanny, will book. You won't guess who this is from : my give him my cousin Harriet." late aunt's heir, the Northern Bethel, as we have Tom permitted Miss Whitstone to tell his sister been used to call him. Ill as my uncle and the the conditions upon which his brotherly approbawhole family have used him-neglected him like tion was to be obtained to her marriage :-namely, a poor relation, and hated him like an heir pre- if she did not prefer Mr. Bethel in one week, or suinptive-he has behaved like an angel to my failed to make a conquest of him in one month. Uncle Bethel. He has been at Aix-la-Chapelle to Tom now stipulated that it should be a full month visit him; and one of our gentlemen (viz., an Eton after that gentleman's arrival ; but he was hourly boy) informs me that it is understood he is to expected. Even with this distorted prospect of a allow my uncle to enjoy a full half of my late haven, Fanny rather improved in spirits ; for aunt's revenue for the remainder of his life. My there was no chance of any one falling in love Uncle, you may be sure, was touched with this with her—she was sure of that—and as for her delicate generosity; for, beyond the term of her fidelity !death, he was not, by law, entitled to draw one Tom did the best he could to cheer her, and get shilling. He has written me to be an attentive her into good looks and proper training, before the scholar, as he means to carry out the original plan importani first interview. of my education. But this letter”_and Tom Next day, cards were issued, by Mrs. Dr. struck it with his open fingers—"this is from that | Bethel, to the relatives and such neighbors as she

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deemed proper for Mr. Bethel's acquaintance, for friends to see too—and the new master of Bethel's a welcoming dinner at Bethel's Court, to be fol-Court might, I fatter myself, miss his young lowed by a ball to the tenants and a few friends. cousins." Tom swelled with indignation in the knowledge 6 Cousins a hundred and fifty times removed," that his aunt assumed to manage this enter- said Fanny, almost pettishly. But, with her natutainment-at the owner's expense, however, ral sweetness, she added—“Since you rule it so, and, at once, to take Fanny's intended lover into ma'am, I shall prepare.” And as she rose, Tom her own dexterous hands. He vowed to circum- kissed her over and over, and ran himself to the vent her.

perfumer's for as much rose-water to take away When the day of the entertainment came, Fanny the redness about her eyes, as might have halfwas so nervous and distressed that there was no drowned her. His charges to Miss Collins and need to feign the headache which she pleaded as Patty, who were now both summoned by Tom as an excuse for absence in the note sent to her aunt, assistant dressers, were, Now, don't let Miss by whom her illness was very graciously lamented. Bethel make a dowdy of herself.” And when Mrs. Dr. Bethel did not approve of distracting the dressing was finished, though Patty declared a young gentleman's affections by too many fair that, in that clear muslin frock and white satin objects at the same time. He had his choice slip, she looked like an angel, Tom found her not of Harriet, the stately and stylish, and Frances, half like enough to a " Fashion of the Month” to the lively and pretty, with the different foils please him. Her gloves did not fit, and her slipher maternal cares had collected in the neighbor- pers—ar too large for her—were, indeed, what it hood.

would have made Tom mad to know, misfits of From the quarrel originating in the family her cousin Fanny's, sent to her in economy. mourning, Tom had not once crossed the threshold Then her ringlets drooped 100 long and hung 100 of the Rectory. He lived with a family in the free. Fashionable girls wore their hair at present vicinity of Bethel's Court, but beyond it in relation som -Ton could not name it, but he endeavored to Wincham, and only arrived in that town to see to imitate the thing he meant; and Miss Collins his sister receive those finishing touches in dress joined in opinion with him ; while Patty criedfrom Miss Collins' own hands, and those of the Oh no! Those lovely flowing ringlets which most fashionable friseur in the place, which he had Mr. Edmund thinks so charming a style for Miss bespoken ; and to attend her to the grand scene Bethel !” Tom would not curse now; but it cost of display.

him an effort to be tranquil, while he inquired What was Tom's horror-and, in spite of all wlıy Fanny did not wear her pearls with the ruby his tenderness, his anger--to find his beauty of the clasps—her mother's beautiful pearls, which had night, languid, pale, exhausted, and bearing deep been preserved for her; and he requested her, at traces of suffering and recent tears! He scolded, least on this gala night, to gratify him by using he kissed, he coaxed in turns. Surely she would those ornaments. They were at the rectory. go with him to the ball? “ It was not too late for “ Then, we shall call round till you get theme ihat, though they might miss dinner. She might and your mother's beautiful Cachmere too :-and even lie down for an hour to refresh herself, and then, if our Fanny-hey, Miss Whitstone !-canrecover her looks. Their allies, the Taylors, and not be so fashionable as Aunt Bethel's bedizened her particular correspondent and admirer, Mr. beauties, she shall be as expensively attired." Richard, were come down, and would be so re- “Now, Tom, my dear boy, keep your temper,' joiced to see her."

said the lady addressed. “I was almost as angry “I know all that," returned Fanny; " but with with Fanny's simplicity yesterday, as you could them came Mr. Edmund! Indeed, indeed, Tom have been; and even more angry with the en-dear brother-you must not force me out to-croaching, selfish temper of my cousin, who chose night."

to display the shawl to advantage on Harriet's Tom looked aghast at her information, and mut- fine figure, and contrast the strings of pearls with tered what sounded in her ears as curses of her her own Fanny's dark tresses. Let us hope that lover. Spite of her gentleness, this was more the principal beaux to-night-those worth killing, than Fanny could endure. “I will not hear this !” I mean—believe, though the belief grows every she exclaimed passionately, and becoming deadly day more rare, that loveliness needs not'--you pale, as if about to faint; and Tom, overcome and all remember it. At least, my love, if the gentlealarmed, implored her forgiveness, and brought men of Bethel's Court don't admire you just as Miss Whitstone to mediate for him, and restore you are, be assured that Patly, and myself, and Fanny. Tom began to fancy that there might be, Mr. Edmund will—and Mr. Tom also.” even among girls, affections too strong and deep to "And that is all I care for," said the distracted be fully understood by the wits of Eton. Fanny, Fanny, taking leave.." But how I wish this who had never denied any request of Tom's in her night were over, and I was back to you?—but whole lise, however unreasonable in itself, was not don't you sit for me.” slow to accord her forgiveness, deeply and indeli- “Nay, I shall sit. You know, I am this night bly as his conduct had wounded her heart; and no to give you, and Mr. Edmund, and friend Tom sooner was he pardoned than, like a true man, he there, if he choose, and Mr. Richard Taylor, my returned to his original point : “ Would she not very old friend, a petit souper, of sago and small confirm his pardon by granting his request to negus, in my own chamber, in the style of the Old appear with him when he was first presented to Court." Mr. Bethel-whose good opinion and friendship “Don't wait us, pray, ma'am,” cried Tom, might be so important to his future prospects?" pulling his sister's arm within his own, tolerably Tom now pleaded on the score of prudence, and well pleased, or reconciled to Fanny's dress, and as if for the greatest personal favor ; and Miss fancying her ringlets not unbecoming after all, Whitstone at last joined him. Indeed, my love, and tolerably confident that she must captivate Mr. I think you might gratify Tom this once, since he Bethel if she would only set out. His kind enhas set his heart upon it--with so many old I couragement, and thanks for exertion to oblige

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him, and a drive in the quiet starlight, with Tom's Fanny and her brother were below, Mr. Bethel arm around her, tended to tranquillize Fanny's stood as it were upon a platform, or dais, with his spirits. “It is but a few more hours," she whis. back to those advancing. It was with difficulty pered to herself—" and then but a few days; and that Tom, with his supporting arm round her as soon as poor Tom, who does all these cruel waist, dragged his sister up these few steps; but, things from ihe truest, though the most mistaken, upon the last, she sunk on her knees, and leaned love for me, learns to know Mr. Edmund, as he upon his shoulder; while, moved, as if by an incannot fail soon to be known, we shall be so stinctive feeling of her presence-for he could happy, with again a home, a fireside of our own scarcely have seen her—Mr ethel disengaged - a happiness we have never known from infancy. himself from the arms of mother and daughter, I shall be so glad to see the Taylors, too, who and flew to Fanny's assistance. were so kind to us in childhood."' And she said • Very well, indeed !” said the younger lady, aloud_“You remember the Brunswick Square with a sneer. “If Fanny be late, she is deterTaylors, Tom, who were so kind to us when we mined to make a sensation when she does come. came from India ?”

But Mrs. Bethel advanced to the group. Fanny “Well—and also who gave you that famous had not_fainted. She held the hands of her Frau Jansen which Harriet robbed you of, as she brother Tom and Mr. Edmund in her own, while has to-night of your Cachmere. By Heavens! her beautiful face, now richly suffused with rosy if I saw her hanging on Mr. Bethel's arm in that bloom, breathed the rapture of a spirit that first shawl, I would almost pluck it from her shoul- sees unfolded the gates of Paradise.

Though I had not seen Little Fanny Bethel for The carriage was now within the extensive so many years-standing where she stood, and grounds of Bethel's Court; and at every opening looking as she then looked, and knowing all 1 of the trees, or curve of the long winding ap- knew, I recognized her in the instant, and introproach, glimpses of the illuminated mansion were duced myself. Then turning to Tom, after a alternately caught, and again darkened in shadow friendly shake of his disengaged hand, I claimed or lost in total ubscurity. Though the Allahbad the privilege, as a common acquaintance, of introBethels had now resided for more than twelve ducing Mr. Edmund Bethel to Mr. Thomas Bethel. years in this vicinity, neither of them had ever All his Etonian self-possession could not sustain before seen the cheerful, life-giving sight of even- Tom at this instant. His face became of twenty ing lights in their ancestral home. The house colors, the burning crimson of shame predomistood rather low, by the river, which made so fine nating, and remaining fixed on his brow. a feature in the home landscape ; and, as they “Oh, what a fool I have been !- what a monpassed through the thick obscurity of the neigh- ster to my poor Fanny !-who, while she has fifty boring groves, they found the old hereditary rooks times my goodness, has a hundred times my startled from their nests, wheeling overhead, and sense. Mr. Bethel, without exactly hearing or cawing in terror. When the full sweep of the caring to hear these words, shook hands most corlow, wide, blazing architectural front burst upon dially with Tom, “his cousin'-10 whom he them, every object touched by the magic of light“ hoped soon to be more nearly allied," he whisand shadow, Tom Bethel, in the high-wrought pered ; and Fanny smiled like an angelic being. enthusiasm of the moment, pressed liis sister more “Fanny, my dear,” said the advancing Mrs. closely to his side, and exclaimed, “My own Bethel, " whai tempted you to brave the night darling Fanny! could I but once see you the air? I shall positively send you back with the mistress of that house, I would give up every carriage which has brought you—” wish, surmount every care, for myself.” And “Oh, do, dear ma'am," returned Fanny, who Tom was not more insincere than thousands of found this proposal the greatest possible relief in brothers and mothers have been before him, who, the present state of her feelings. in pursuing their own half-selfish ambition, fancy “Leave my niece to my management, Mr. they are making amazing sacrifices to promote the Bethel,” continued the bustling lady ; “I shall happiness of the being ihey torment.

chide cousin Whitstone well, assure you, for The aristocracy of the party were leaving the letting her abroad. Come, Fanny, dear, I shall drawing-room to proceed to the saloon—as the old send Hopkins, my own maid, home with you." stone hall had been new-named-to open the ball, “I will attend my sister home,” cried Tom as Tom Bethel's chaise drove up; and, amid Bethel. the blaze of flambeaux without, and lamps within, “I must be permitted that honor," cried Mr. he perceived, far off, his aunt, and his cousin Bethel. “My friendly guests, to whom I am Harriet, in the Cachmere, conducted by a gentle- quite a stranger-save, I dare say, that I have man, whom he rightly concluded the master of painted staring portraits of some of them—will the mansion.

gladly take Tom and Mr. Henry as my gay sub“ They ’ve hooked him already, by all that 's stitutes in their revel!” sacred !"' whispered Tom. “0, Fanny! why Mrs. Bethel stared. “I would give up my would you not come sooner? But, for any sake, claim for no man living, save Mr. Edmund Bethnow, don't be foolish-don't tremble so, you dear el,” was my rejoinder. little fool.” He lifted her out, and they entered Mrs. Bethel started ! and looked from one to the hall. Mr. Bethel and his ladies had paused another. The truth flashed upon her mind. She in crossing, at the far end of the hall, to examine had overshot the mark. Exquisite dissembler as some of that rare quaint rich carving in wood, still she was, it was impossible altogether to conceal to be found in a few ancient English mansionsher feelings upon this singular turn of fortune. and for which England was at one time so cele. Tom Bethel gloated upon the passionate working brated. His party, and those approaching them, and twitching of his aunt's features. He ran himwere still separated by a short fight of marble self to inform Harriet, that Mr. Edmund, the steps, running across the hall; so that, while painter, whose addresses to his sister had lately been urged on by her mother, was none other than much as Tom could himself have done, though Mr. Edmund Bethel ! Her stifled scream of sur- that painter was myself!" prise was music to him.

Nothing could be better said ; and few explanaIt was finally settled that Mr. Bethel and my- tions were required. Mr. Edmund Bethel had self should attend Fanny to Wincham, while Tom wished to spend a summer, near Bethel's court, and Henry Bethel, who were every way qualified, and had found inducements to return another and should do the honors of the rustic ball. I pretend- | another. It seems I had, among so many Bethed a love of free air and star-gazing, and desired to els, introduced him as Mr. Edmund, and he kept sit without; and, though Fanny pleaded and pro- by the half-name given him. The marriage took tested that I would catch cold, I persisted—and I place in a month afterwards, to the entire satisfachope she forgave my obstinacy. She ran to Miss iion of all Wincham and Stockham-Magna-so Whitstone-smiling, benevolent, happy Miss universal a favorite was Fanny. It was, perhaps, Whitstone-as we entered the house; and play- the only marriage ever contracted under such flatfully chided her for having so mystified them, and tering auspices; for even Mrs. Bethel was with allowed Tom to commit himself. “Poor Tom is the majority. She very properly said that, if she still so young, poor fellow !” said she, stealing at had consented while Fanny's lover was an obscure Mr. Bethel one of her old childish looks of inno- person, how rejoiced she must be now to find him cent fascination," and he loves me so truly !” one so different!

“And that affection might cover a multitude of On the day of his sister's marriage, Tom ob. sins, were they ten times worse than those of poor tained an appointment as midshipman in his MajTom," returned Mr. Bethel. “ Be assured, I for- esty's navy. He is now a lieutenant, and has lost, give his no-offence to myself most sincerely. In- with much of his Latin and Greek, a great deal of deed, Fanny, I grudged you to a poor painter as his Etonian refinement and knowledge of the world.

one,

THE HUSBAND'S COMPLAINT.

She stares the men quite out of face; and when I

ask her why? I HATE the name of German wool in all its colors ’T is, “O! my love, the pattern of his waistcoat bright;

struck my eye.” Of chairs and stools in fancy-work I hate the very And if to walk I am inclined ('t is seldom I go out,)

sight. The shawls and slippers that I've seen the otto- At every, worsted-shop she sees, oh! how she

looks about, mans and bagsSooner than wear a stitch on me, I'd walk the And says, “ Bless me! I must go in—the pattern street in rags.

is so rare ;

That group of flowers is just the thing I wanted I've heard of wives too musical, too talkative, or

for my chair.” quietOf scolding or of gaming wives, and those too fond Besides, the things she makes are all such touchof riot;

me-not affairs, But yet, of all the errors known which to the I dare not even use a stool nor screen : and, as

for chairs, women fall, For ever doing fancy-work I think exceeds them all. ’T was only yesterday I put my youngest boy in The other day, when I came home, no dinner got And until then I never knew my wife had such a for me;

tongue. I asked my wife the reason, and she answered, "One, two, three !"

Alas! for my poor little ones, they dare not inove I told her I was hungry, and I stamped upon

the

or speak;

'Tis “ Tom, be still; put down that bag. Why, She never even looked at me, but murmured,

Harriet, where 's your feet? “One green more.”

Maria! standing on that stool! it was not made

for use; Of course she makes me angry, though she does n't Be silent all. Three greens, one red, a blue, and

care for that, Bat chatters, while I talk to her, “One white, and then a black.

Oh! Heaven preserve me from a wife with fancyOne green, and then a purple-(just hold your And hands which never' do aught else for husband

work run wild, tongue, my dear; You really do annoy me so)-I've made a wrong our clothes are rent, our bills unpaid, our house

or for child. stitch here.”

is in disorder: And as for confidential chat, with her eternal frame, And all because my lady-wife has taken to emThough I should speak of fifty things, she'd an

broider. swer me the same. 'T is, “ Yes, love-five reds, then a black-(II'll put my children out to school—I 'll go across

quite agree with you) I've done this wrong-seven, eight, nine, ten-an

My wife so full of fancy-work, I'm sure cannot orange, then a blue."

E'en while I write she still keeps on her “One, If any lady comes to tea, her bag is first surveyed; two, three, and four.” And, if the pattern pleases her, a copy tlen is She's past all hope. Those Berlin wools, I 'll made.

not endure them more! Britannia.

floor;

then a puce.

the sea;

miss me.

From Chambers' Journal. press of Scotland issued in a month about the year

1833. Our publications, which at first were exIt is nine years since we addressed our readers in a formal manner about ourselves. Will they pected by the booksellers to be the ruin of their have patience with an egotism which observes business, do not yield them less than fifteen thousuch a long silence? We presume they will, and of ordinary books published each year, instead of

sand pounds a-year of profit; while yet the number shall therefore proceed to say a few words about

being diminished, is considerably increased. These our position and prospects.

The Journal is now entering upon its fourteenth are some of the material details; but who shall year. We begin to get letters from lady sub- say, what are the particulars of the moral results scribers, who tell us they commenced reading it we willingly allow each man to judge from what

of this enormous contagion of paper and print ! when they were little girls, and now have two he observes in his own familiar circle. We have, babies rapidly rising to strike in as readers too. for our part, a general and all-sufficient faith. In fact, it is becoming a somewhat venerable pub

Friends to whom we chance to mention some of lication. Well, we trust it is not the worse for

these matters, often say to us, “ What a power that, but somewhat the better. We are at least for good or evil you possess!” There could not assured that its acceptance with the public is not be a greater misiake. It is not a power for evil less than it ever was, for its sale-raised one-half

at all. This has been tried, and fully proved, by by the change of size—is not much under ninety other editors. Similar works without number thousand copies. The most popular magazines have been presented w the public, but, because circulate, we helieve, from six to nine thousand ; they pandered to the meaner feelings of our nature, but the sale of the Journal in its magazine shape they invariably failed. We have ever selt, that, alone (the monthly part being strictly a magazine) whatever inight be our own inclinations, we must is about forty thousand. During the currency of this work, we have brought out several others: a would wish our publications to acquire any per

aim at the pure, the elevating, and good, if we series of books designed to aid in the realization of an improved education ;* a kind of encyclopædia notion, e believe, among the clever fellow's, that

manent hold of the public mind. It is a common for the middle and working-classes ;t, a history of the public is to be gulled, tickled, addressed as a English literature, chiefly intended to introduce the child, and that, the lower the tone assumed, they young to the Pantheon of our national authors. I will be the more pleased. Our experience says And all of these works have met with success

quite the reverse. We have, and always have hardly less marked than that of the Journal. had, an unfeigned respect for both the intellectual Indeed, that of the Information for the People has and moral character of the public. We sincerely been considerably more, for the average sale of the believe that the higher sentiments rule its general numbers of that publication has been about a hun procedure, and that the grosser souls are in all dred and thirty thousand—a fact, we believe, ordinary circumstances powerless. We therefore unprecedented in the same department of literature.

never doubted that, in earnestly seeking to give More recently we have commenced another work; good counsel and innocent entertainment, we were a series of tracts designed for the instruction and entertainment of a still humbler class of readers; have dictated, all the sophistications of all the

taking the course which comnion prudence would and already it would appear as if the ordinary sale Jenkinsons notwithstanding; and it is thus that of this work is to be greatly beyond that of any we feel assured of our publications being attended other, the impressions required of the first few with good effects upon the community. They numbers (all yet prepared) having been in no case

only have a large sale because they address and less than a hundred and fifty thousand, and in some

meet responses in the better feelings of the mass of instances nearly two hundred thousand, copies.

our countrymen. Verily, it must be admitted, there is here a vast

When the publications of Mr. Knight and others diffusion of literature, of whatever kind it

may

be. Or may we not rather say that these things mark are taken into account, it will be seen that the

amount of literature now diffused among the an entirely new era in literature, something which throws all the former efforts of the press into the people must be something very different from what

it was a few years ago. On a moderate calculation, shade? Let us just look for a moment into the details of fully doubled by the other works of a respectable

we cannot doubt that our own publications are this phenomenon. We write at present in a huge kind now issued weekly; that is to say, there are building of four stories, flanked by a powerful not fewer than half a million of cheap sheets pubsteam-engine, and with the noise of ten printing lished every week. Add to these the very conmachines continually sounding in our ears.

Several of these are engaged in working off impres- right and otherwise, and it must be apparent that

siderable number of cheap book-publications, copysions, the production of which at a common hand. there is a moral agency at work in this country press, such as formed the sole means of typography such as has never been formerly known, except in a few years ago, would have required nearly the the most feeble form. Is it not now, indeed, for time then requisite for a voyage to India and back: the first time, that the powers of the printing-press A hundred and twenty persons are required for all have been turned to their right account? And the duties which proceed in this large structure, though these have exclusively a regard to works yet, after all, it is highly questionable if anything edited by ourselves. Upwards of a quarter of a of this marvellous engine. There is no default

like full advantage has been taken of the powers niillion of printed sheets leave the house each in its own mechanism, but the mechanism for the week, being as many as the whole newspaper diffusion of its productions is still far from being

what is desirable. The system of bookselling in * Educational Course—37 volumes published. this country has not undergone an improvement at + Information for the People, 2 vols. royal 8vo.

all comparable to that which we have seen in the Cyclopædia of English Literature, 2 vols. royal 8vo. S Miscellany of Useful and Entertaining Tracts, appear: paper-making and typographical departments. No ing in weekly numbers at a penny and halfpenny each.

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