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derson; and at length Mr. Paxton's plan | Far from the busy world, alono, I bring my heart

to Thee, tras tendered by them as an “improve

And bend in fervent homage where no eye but ment” on the Committee's design, and their rema

Thine can see; offer proved to be the lowest. It will be I seek Thee, and it cannot be that seeking will be recollected what followed: the Crystal Pal vain, ace was eventually chosen unanimously, not | Because Thy servant does not stand within a clois

ter'd fane. only by the Building Committee but by the Royal Commission; and the many thousands who will, may give the sacrifice, reeking in gory who assembled within the fairy-like struc flood, ture at its inauguration, on Thursday last, And supplicate a God with hands all hot and dark

with blood; must have been impressed with the sound

I could not gue for mercy at a victim-laden sbrineness of this decision.

The altar and the incense of the mountain-top be Such is a brief résumé of the circumstances mine. which led to this fortunate adoption of Mr.

I would not have the zealot priest in white robes Paxton's design : a more fitting temple for

at my side, the world's industrial treasures could not be Such robes too often mask a form corrupt with sin devised; and it was but a just recognition and pride; of its author's great share in contributing to

No cold and formal hypocrite my faith and hopes

shall bear, the success of the Exhibition, that he led the My warm and trusting soul shall yield its own inauguration pageant on Thursday.

adoring prayer. Mr. Paxton is a distinguished Fellow of

I thank Thee, God! enough of joy has marked my the Linnæan and Horticultural Societies,

span of days, and has produced a Botanical Dictionary of To thrill my heart with gratitude and wake the accredited worth, besides editing the “Flow

words of praise : er Garden" and other botanical and horti

| I have accepted at Thy hand much more of good

than ill, cultural works. The gardens at Chatsworth

And all of trouble has but shown the wisdom of form an excellent finishing school for young Thy will. men; and many foreigners having received here instructions in horticulture, has invested I see the climbing sun disperse the misty clouds Mr. Paxton's taste and skill with European

of night,

And pour devotion to the one who said “Let there celebrity.

be light;" The accompanying Portrait, an excellent I watch the peeping star that gleams from out the likeness, is from a photograph by Kilburn. hazy west, [Illustrated London News. And offer thanks to Him who gave his creatures

hours of rest.

A THANKSGIVING.

I see the crystal dew-drop stand upon the bending

stem, And find as much of glory there as in the diamond

gem; I look upon the yellow fields, I pluck the wild

hedge-flower, And pause to bless Thy lavish hand, and wonder

at its power

BY ELIZA COOK.

ALMIGHTY Spirit! Father, Lord! Thou worship

ped! thou unknown! Whose mystic glory spreadeth round a universal

throne; Whose breath is in the summer wind, and in the

ocean's roar, Whose presence lights the saintly shrine and ills

the desert shore.

Thou, God! beneficent, supreme, all-bounteous!

could I bring My trembling soul before Thee, as before a tyrant

king? Never! my secret orisons are raptured as sincere; I love, I serve, I worship Thee, but never yet could

foar.

Thou who dost guide the lightning shast, and mark I see too much of happiness for human hearts to the rainbow's span ;

find, Creator of the reptile worm, and fashioner of To hold the Maker that bestows as aught else but man;

the kind : Hear Thou my song of praise and love ! Hear Thou Let man be but as kind to man, and soon our woe my song, oh, God!

and strife My temple dome is Thy broad sky, my kneeling. Would fade away like mists, and leave us well place Thy sod.

content with life.

THE CONTRAST.

And what is death, that e'en its thought should | For every drop from that soul-guided pen. make us sigh and weep?

Shall fall a blessing on the hearts of men ; The grave, to me, but seems a couch of sound and Shall rouse the listless to triumphant toils, holy sleep;

Wean the unruly from their sins and broils ; Why should I dread the fat, when my trusting Teach the grown man, and in the growing child spirit knows

Transfuse a power to keep it undefiled;
That He who bids my eyelids fall will watch their Solace the weary, animate the sad,
last repose ?

Restrain the reckless, make the dullest glad,
Sow in the bosom of our rising youth
The seed of unadulterated truth;
Uproot the lingering errors of the throng,
Break down the barriers of remorseless Wrong;
Direct mind's onward march, and in the van
Send back electric thought from man to man:

This is the Pen's high purpose. Can it fail ?
BY JOHN CRITCHLEY PRINCE.

Soul ! scorn the shameful doubt, prese forward and

prevail!

Oh! for a day of that triumphant time, THE SOLDIER.

That universal jubilee sublime, See the poor soldier! no unworthy name

When Marlboroughs shall be useless, and the When wielding moral weapons 'gainst the shame,

name Born of a thousand social ills and wrongs,

Or Miltons travel through a wider fame; Which dash with bitterness the poet's songs

When other Nelsons shall be out of place, See the poor soldier! from less guilty life,

While other Newtons pierce the depths of space ; Coaxed or coerced to tread the fields of strife, When other Wellingtons--proud name! shall Caught in a tavern, in a barrack bred

yield To things that blight his heart and cloud his head ; To mightier Watts, in a far ampler field! Shut up his sympathies, enslave his soul,

When other Shakspeares shall awake the mind Hold natural impulse in a stern control;

To Hero-worship of a purer kind; Hoodwink his reason, paralyze his speech,

When War's red banner shall for aye be furl'd, Uproot his virtues--all that's good unteach

And Peace embrace all climes, all children of the
Till he becomes,--Oh, man, thrice brave and blest! | world!
In war a terror, and in peace a pest!
And if he dare, for manhood sometimes will,
Break through its bondage spite of every ill,-
If he but dare_by look, word, act, or flaw-
Mark his impatience of the iron law,
The Lash, laid ready for the needful hour,
That just and gentle instrument of power,
That man-degrading, man-upbraiding thing,

BY ERNEST WATMOUGH.
Bearing at every point a scorpion's sting,
Tears up the quivering flesh, extorts the groan,
Rouses to vengeance, or subdues to stone,

READ A POEM ; 'tis a pleasant
Making the being, it pretends to win,

And a soul-refreshing deed; A restless, reckless follower of sin;

Read a poem, 'tis improving, Or a machine, now dead to fear and share,

But consider while you read.
Whereby the well born coward climbs to fame!

Prize the words for they are jewels
Fame, did I say? Can that enchanting thing,

From the spirit's choicest mine;
For whose great guerdon Genius strains his wing,

Learn their import, and their teachings
Bedim his lustrous records with the tale

With thine own ideas combine.
Or deeds whereat the harass'd World turns pale ?
They write it fame; but Reason, Truth, and Song, WRITE A POEM; if the power
Must find a darker word to designate the Wrong!

To accomplish it is given;
Write it, with a noble purpose,

Making earth the nearer beaven.
THE STUDENT.

Let not love's delirious passion
Lol in that quiet and contracted room,

Be en woven in thy theme; Where the dull lamp just mitigates the gloom,

Make the cause of human progress
Sits a pale student, full of high desires,

The incentive of thy dream.
With lofty principles and soul-lit fires,
From time to time, with calm, inquiring looks,

LIVE A POEM; for 'tis better
He draws the ore of wisdom from his books;

Than to read or write a lay; Clears it, sublimes it, till it flows refined

Live a poom; men shall read thee From his alchymic crucible of mind;

In thine actions day by day. And as the mighty thoughts spring out complete,

If with deeds by virtue prompted, How the quill travels o'er snowy sheet !

Thou shalt make thy life sublime; Till signs of glorious import crowd the page,

Thou wilt prove & noble poem Destined to raise and rectify the age;

Lasting to the end of time.

RHYMES FOR WORKERS.

From the " American Review."

| ideas. It is the most tedious and declamaTHE OUT-DOOR ARTIST.

tory tragedy that we have played since

Germanicus ; but I produce an effect in it From the French of Emile Vanderburck.

by a few pompous and patriotic verses which The entire population of the good city of it contains, especially in the provinces ; and Brussels was stirring. Talma, the great this good David would have thought he beFrench tragedian, was to close his engage held his own painting brought upon the ment this evening in Leonidas, the author stage. But he will not come; he has reof which drama, young Pichot, had so lately | fused you; I was sure of it. Age, exile, been snatched from classic literature on the the memory of the past, all these have sadly eve of his first triumph.

changed him; he is no longer our David of The doors of the theatre had been be the Consulate.” sieged almost since the break of day; to the “I have just left him," replied the col. south the train of eager spectators extended lector. "He received me somewhat as as far as the extremity of the Place de la | Hermione receives Orestes in the fourth act Monnaie. It was evident that the old of Andromache. He was bitter-sweet, to theatre could not contain the crowd that say the least. I never go to the theatre,' thronged, in anxious expectation, around its he cried roughly. “Tell my friend Talma doors.

that I thank him for his kind intentions, but The hero of this species of ovation, the that I always retire at nine o'clock. He personage who thus excited the enthusiasm will do me a favor if, before his departure, of these worthy beer-drinkers of ancient he will come and drink a can of beer and Brabant-a race of men by nature very smoke a pipe with me.'” phlegmatic—was standing at a window of “He is completely turned into a Fleming," the Hótel de la Croix-Blanche, quietly oc- replied Talma sarcastically. “Poor genius! cupied in shaving himself. His glance fell to this it comes at last! to smoke Dutch tooccasionally with great indifference upon bacco, and to despise the arts. Persecuthis crowd, that was attracted by himself tion does more harm than the guillotine, alone, as if he were accustomed to such my dear Lesec," added the tragedian, in a triumphs, and accepted them like a monarch tone of bitterness ; "it kills our great men who does not allow himself to be intoxicated in their lifetime, and deprives us, perhaps, by the enthusiasm of the people.

of twenty chefs d'auvre. I pardon the Res. He was conversing familiarly with an old toration for surrounding itself with men of friend, an inhabitant of the city, a great empty brains, but it ought not to exile our amateur of the drama, who had even made men of talent; they are not so very plenty an attempt upon the boards in his time, in these times. But let us drop the subject; though unsuccessfully indeed. Thanks, how a little more, and we should be talking polever, to the protection of Talma, who was itics." all-powerful under the Empire, he had ex- | Talma finished shaving, as any private inchanged the buskin, which suited him go ill, dividual would have done, his companion for a trifling post in the revenue depart. gazing upon him the while in wondering ment, which suited him but little better, but silence, as if he thought it extraordinary in which he was at least sheltered against that the representative of so many heroes bisees. The fall of the imperial Colossus and demi-gods could deign to remove his had not displaced the protégé of the great own beard. The crowd upon the square artist. Governments are changed, empires kept continually increasing, promising to crumble, but taxes and tax-gatherers are Leonidas an ample harvest of pistoles and permanent.

of crowns. “Well, well ! he will not come," said the “Do you know, my dear M. Lesec," said tragedian in a tone of vexation, which seemed the great actor suddenly, as he sponged his caused by wounded vanity ; " he is an old chin with cold water, and half closed his madman, a misanthrope, And still, I assure eyes, as if he were about to utter a sarcasm; you, my dear M. Lesec, I got up Leonidas“ do you know that our stern republicans expressly for him, thinking to cause him a are oftentimes as thoroughly imbued with pleasure, and to flatter his old republican | aristocratic notions as the old noblesse I will bet you ten Napoleons that David | pected but a cold reception, David smiled would have come to the theatre if I had upon bim, and cast the large pipe that he gone and invited him in person. I thought held upon an arm-chair, in order warmly to of doing so, but I had not time. I have clasp both his friend's hands. been plying here the trades of manager “Sacrebleu! you are welcome, my old and prompter. These rehearsals are killing comrade !” he cried abruptly; "you could me; to teach talking puppets in perukes, to not have come at a better moment. I feel play tragedy! Stay, I have still about a joy that I have not experienced for a long three quarters of an hour at my disposal : I while. Your presence but augments it." will go and attack this old Roman in his and the old painter rubbed his hands to citadel. Will you accompany me?". gether, which with him was a sign of uncom

" Willingly," replied M. Lesec, shaking mon satisfaction. his head, like a man who consents to a pro Talma glanced at M. Lesec, as if to say: posal, but with little expectation of success. “The devil is not so black as you painted

The tragedian, whose air was quite com him.” The worthy collector replied only in mon.place when he was off the stage, drew pantomime. His outstretched arms, and his on his overcoat, and familiarly gave his arm eyes dilated to their utmost width, signified to his friend the collector, who, quite proud plainly : “I cannot comprehend it; it seems of such a companion, walked with his state that the barometer has changed. This is liest step in crossing the Place de la Mon- | positive, however, I for my part was renaie, assuming to himself a liberal share of ceived like a dog in a game of skittles. You the glances of curiosity and admiration which will say, “A humble clerk of the revenue greeted our two friends as they passed along. department and the French Roscius are two They soon left the crowd, however, and very different persons,' I suppose.” turned from the Rue Pierre Plate into the “Sacrebleu ! you must promise to come Rue de la Fourche,

and dine with me to-morrow," resumed the ;" We are about to encounter a hurricane, painter, accompanying this cordial invitation my illustrious friend,” said M. Lesec; “ pre- with a smile ; and the smile upon M. David's pare yourself. As for me, I throw the grave and austere face bore a considerable whole burden upon your shoulders ; I will resemblance to a grimace, and the more so not meddle with the matter."

because, as is well known, he had a tumor “Has he changed into a complete lycan- | in the mouth, which, when he spoke with thrope, then P” rejoined the actor, quicken- animation, drew his cheek awry, and embaring his step. “Poor exile! poor dying rassed his utterance. genius ! I pity thee !"

“I cannot accept your invitation, my old The two soon reached the new Louvre of comrade,” replied Talma in a tone of rethe celebrated artist, which, notwithstand gret; “I play this evening for the last time, ing its seclusion and its antiquated air, 1 and to-morrow I set out for Paris." seemed quite a comfortable abode. A wo: “You set out to-morrow ?" man, of at least sixty years of age, with “I am obliged to do so. Michelet and difficulty opened the heavy door, not with Damas have the whole burden of the theaout having first examined the visitors tre upon their shoulders; the committee through a little grated loop-hole. Finally, urges my return. Lemercier is only waitthey were admitted into an ill-lighted and ing for me, to rehearse a kind of Richard somewhat disordered saloon, the ornaments and furniture of which, by a singular anom- “Sacrebleu ! I mock at your committee; aly, presented relics of the taste of the you shall depart day after to-morrow; a last two centuries; and the master of the single day will not cause the Théâtre FranFrench school of painting, the celebrated caise to die of hunger. I expect my friend David, entering from an adjoining apart- Girodet, and you must dine with us. It ment, advanced to meet them, with a quick, will make me younger by twenty years; it yet almost majestic step, although his form will remind me of our meetings at Koliker's, had already begun to bend somewhat be- | near the gate of the Louvre." neath the weight of years.

The illustrious exile accompanied this To the great surprise of Talma, who ex- sentence with a second smile, even more ter

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rifying than the first. The actor was greatly | house. He was recognized ; all rose respectmoved by it. There was something painful fully; innumerable bravos resounded from in this bitter smile; it seemed to betoken the pit to the gallery. It is said that a noble regret for his distant country.

prince, a worthy descendant of the house of " I will remain, I will remain for your Nassau, accompanied by his young son, was sake, my good David !” replied the trage- not among the last to applaud the illustrious dian warmly; "for your sake I will neglect exile, who, agitated and affected, bowed my duty-I will steal a day from my awkwardly to the assembly, saying to M. friends and associates; but it is on condition Lesec : that you will make a slight sacrifice in my Ah, well, my friend, they still remember favor, and come this evening to see me play me! They know, then, here in Brussels, Leonidas,"

that I exist, or nearly so." “Well, well! be it so! I consent,” re “The country of so many celebrated plied the painter, whom the expected arrival painters,” replied the courteous collector, of his friend Girodet had rendered joyous owes these testimonials of admiration to a and almost affable. “I will come; but so great man who demands of her an asylum.” much the worse for you, my friend, if I nod “Enough I enough!" said M. David, who a little ; that has happened to me almost wished to preserve his good humor, and to every time that I set foot in a theatre." whom this compliment brought back a pain

The plaudits with which M. Talma will ful remembrance ; “ do not forget that I have be overwhelmed will wake you, M. David,” come here to see Talma." Leonidas soon said the obsequious M. Lesec; and this polite appeared in truth, and in his turn attracted sally gained him in his turn a smile and an universal attention. Every glance was firinvitation for the morrow, which he accept- ed upon him ; every breath in that crowded ed with pride, although at the risk of com- assembly was hushed at the sound of his promising himself sounewhat with the Prince voice: at every sentence of the magnaniof Orange.

mous Spartan the house shook with re“Decidedly, he has his good moments,” doubled bravos. The painter of The Rape said Talma to M. Lesec, when they had left of the Sabines, of Brutus, of The Oath of the house." It is to Girodet that we owe the Tennis Court, of the picture of The Coro this."

nation, remained calm, motionless, mute, " This visit causes him great pleasure,” amid these alternate scenes of tumult and rejoined the collector. · Le Gros also came of breathless silence. He did not hear the to see him, about a year ago. The poor plaudits of the house ; his soul was elseold man leaped for joy, and wept like a where; he forgot even that he was seeing child."

and listening to his friend Talma. He was And not one of them has sufficient in. at Thermopylæ, beside Leonidas himself; fluence to procure his return to France !" | he was ready to die with him and his three rejoined Talma, with a tragic sigh.

hundred Spartans. Never had he felt him. On the same evening, between six and self so deeply moved. Far from yielding to seven o'clock, the old French painter and sleep, as he had seemed to fear, his cheek baron of the Empire, having ventured to put glowed and his brow was covered with on a black coat, with a new red ribbon in sweat, as if he were taking an active part the button-hole, entered, almost confused in the heroic deed of devotion which formed and timid, the great theatre of Brussels, and the subject of this drama. At last the ensconced himself, as quietly as he could, in curtain fell. It was some moments before the stage box, which his friend Talma had he could recover his composure, and when caused to be reserved for him. He was ac. he had completely returned to himself, he companied by the officious M. Lesec, more was able only to utter the words, “ Mon proud, more radiant, more carefully beruffled Dieu ! how glorious it is to possess talent and befrizzled than if he had been appointed like that." first clerk of the finances. But, in spite of On leaving the house, the crowd thronged all the precautions of the modest artist to around the French artist, who quickened his preserve his incognito, the rumor of his steps in order to escape from this last tripresence was soon spread abroad in the umph, but who felt intoxicated with happi

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