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We give this week specimens of the most | Observers speak of the porcelain as rival-clegant pottery and porcelain display from ling the famous productions of Sévres and the great Exhibition. They are from the of Dresden. manufactory of Mr. COPELAND, of Stoke-upon This branch of art is rapidly extending; Trent.
| and even in the ruder earthen ware, objects
logue does not enable us to particularize We must leave them therefore with our respecting them so fully as we would like readers, with a simple commendation of their to do.
grace and beauty.
But, o'er all things, sow in Love,
Hand and heart o'erflowing; Soon, oh, faint and weary one!
Thou shalt cease from sowing. And, behold each seedtime tear, “First the blade and then the ear,"
In God's harvest growing !
From “ Chambers' Edinburgh Journal,"
From "Eliza Cook's Journal." SEEDTIME AND HARVEST. CHEER thee! faint and weary one,
Wearied with the sowing, On the rugged paths of life
Tears from eyes o'erflowing. Deem not one is shed in vain, Doth not Heaven's gentle rain
Set earth's blossoms blowing ? Thou must learn on Nature's page
How, from present sorrow, Loving faith and noble trust,
Future good may borrowThat, how dark soe'er the cloud Folds our sun-god in a shroud,
He must rise to-morrow. Sow in Faith, or tears, or geed,
O'er thy pathway flinging;
From these germs upspringing.
Dew and sunshine bringing.
Mingled with thy weeping;
Joy awaits the reaping.
Worthy of His keeping.
PARADISE MUSIC. On the dreary winter nights, 'tis said that wbisper
ings wild and sweet Are borne aloft on the wailing winds, some watch
er's ear to greet: When the opening gates of paradise receive a soul
to rest, This strain of angel-song escapes from the mansions
of the blest; And the dulcet music floateth down, transient as
young love's day, And onward dim re-echoing, dies through bound
less space away.
Then &Wagerins opende
There's a haunting music, too, which comes from
memory's golden land, When loved and lost in shadowy train revisit the
radiant strand; | And fond affection's thrilling tones, with remem
bered pathos seem
To shed o'er a void reality the peace of some happy, till all of them have passed away, and till dream.
most of them have been forgotten. Nay, When ocean billows are surging round, the mari
more, they are misrepresented, misconstrued, ner's thought doth cling To a home wbere flowers of summer bloom, and accused of hardness of heart by a misconbirds for ever sing.
ceiving generation, and too often cursed and Oh! welcome as dew to the tender herb when day
thwarted by the very men in whose service is set in night,
they have spent their strength. And while These beautiful, fleeting, mystic strains from re those who have chosen the simpler and gions of bliss and light!
easier path are reaping blessings, in return We, too, must rapidly pass away; and is not the longest life,
for the troubles they have ignorantly stimuCompared with dread eternity, a moment of pain | lated and perpetuated by relieving, these and strife?
men—the martyrs of philanthropy-must So let us live, that in youth or age the paradise find their consolation and support in un.
find their consolation and support in ungates may be, On the wintry night or the sunny day, opened for
swerving adherence to true principles and thee and me!
unshrinking faith in final victory; and must C. A. x. w. seek their recompense, if they need one, in
the tardy recognition of their virtues by a
distant and a wiser time. While, therefore, NOTABILIA.
the warm and ardent natures which can find
no peace except in the free indulgence of TWO CLASSES OF PHILANTHROPISTS. their kindly impulses are worthy of all love, THERE are two classes of philanthropists, and even, amid all the mischief they create, -the feelers and the thinkers, the impulsive of some admiration for their sacrifices and and the systematic—those who devote them- zeal-and while we fully admit that they selves to the relief or the mitigation of also have a mission to fulfil--we cast in our existing misery, and those, who, with a lot with their more systematic fellowlonger patience, a deeper insight, and a laborers, who address themselves to the wider vision, endeavor to prevent its recur- harder, rougher, more unthankful task of rence and perpetuation by an investigation attacking the source rather than the sympand eradication of its causes. The former, toms-of eradicating social evils rather than in imitation as they imagine of their master, alleviating them.- Edinburgh Review, Jan, go from house to house assuaging wretched- | 1851. ness, but, alas! not always "doing good ;"
DUTY AND WORK. relieving present evils, but too often leaving an increasing crop ever springing up under
I have found a good in every thing I have their footsteps ; attended and rewarded by learned. By degrees your destiny will open blessings, but doomed, probably, at length
before you. You will learn what you are to feel that they have ill deserved them. I good for--what you are made for. I can Far different is the course of the latter say nothing wore definite, and this is deficlass: their life is spent in a laborious nite enough, a full of animation: do research into remote and hidden causes-in your duty, and you cannot fail to fit youra patient and painful analysis of the opera- self for an honorable work.- Dr. Channing. tion of principles from the misapplication or forgetfulness of which our social disorders! Ir rarely happens that one artificial mind have sprung-in sowing seeds and elucidat
can succeed in forming another ; we seldom ing laws that are to destroy the evil at a imitate what we do not love. distant date which they themselves may! The best built fortune must yield to never see, while sometimes its pressure may
Te may hazard and submit to time. be aggravated during the period which they
Those who raise envy will easily incur do see. They are neither rewarded by the gratitude of those for whom they toil-since cen
censure. the benefits they confer are often blessings Every one complains of his memory, but in disguise and in futurum-nor gratified nobody of his judgment. by beholding the fruit of their benevolent There are more victims to errors commit. exertions, for the harvest may not be ripeted by society itself, than society supposes.
rom "Howitt's Journal."
giment of Spahis in which he had just got THE SPAHIS' MARCH.
his commission, on its departure for Africa,
and he was full of hopes for himself and “ BRAVISSIMO, maestro mio! A little promises for his friends. Poor Adolphe had while, and Halévy, Berlioz, and all must go just got the place of trombone player in down before you, as you do before me at Franconi's orchestra, which might lead to this moment.” With that the foot was something better, but his brightest hopes suddenly withdrawn from the chair-leg, and rested on the ultimate success of a march he the successful musician, cornet-à-piston in had composed, and, in honor of his friend's hand, prostrated on the floor.
regiment, named " The Spahis' March ;” this, “ Sacré, Auguste, you should'nt,” said the he doubted not, would, through Auguste's poor fellow, scrambling awkwardly on his patronage, realise all the visions men inhands and knees.
dulge in at twenty. And now Auguste “Never mind, mon brave garçon ; for one rose to depart: this night's leave-taking knock down I'll give you such a help up could not be like the usual " à demain” of that all Paris shall ring with your fame. the three friends; and young Dumont, who • The Spahis' March' shall be our entrance shared with his countrymen a taste for theinto every town of conquered Algeria; it shall atrical effects as well as much sentiment, be our triumphal return to Paris ; it shall rose, took Eulalie's hand in one of his, and make the house rise with the curtain at the Adolphe's in the other, then holding them 'Académie ;' and (the door opened to ad- both together in his left, raised the right, mit a young girl carrying a yellow rose in the attitude of oath-taking, “Adolphe plant of a peculiar shade) it shall be soft and Eulalie,” said he," brother and sister ened into a serenade the day I claim a Dupré, on the eve of commencing a career certain promise, Eulalie.” The unoccupied of danger and glory, hear my resolution: hand was at the speaker's lips, and a bright though ye share not my danger, ye shall blush was the only answer. The foregoing share my glory ; let the battle be mine, scene took place in a small room, not quite a the victory yours. You, Adolphe shall garret, in the Quartier Latin; the actors were claim my promise in the success of your two young ex-students of the Ecole Poly- | march, which I will render celebrated; and technique, alike in age, but differing in every you, Eulalie-here he dropped his voice to other particular ; one rich, well-born, hand- a low, tender tone, as he plucked a bud some, with all the good spirits good fortune from the rose already mentioned, and placed gives; the other poor, low-born, plain, and it in her bosom—from you shall I claim obliged to husband what spirits he possessed again this rose-bud, and with it another for the life-struggle which lay before him. promise. And now farewell both, and The third person who entered at the con- when you hear of my fame, remember you clusion of the scene was the sister of the share it." latter, a pretty young fleuriste of the Rue “And we, on our part,” said Adolphe, Vivienne, who had for some time attracted speaking for his sister, promise that my the attention, and gained the fancy, he called march, and her rose-bush, shall alone be it the heart, of Auguste Dumont, her bro- yours; it is all we have to promise or to ther's very unequal companion. The two give." Auguste embraced them both, and Duprés were orphans, bound together by hurried away. The next morning the bromore than the ordinary bond of affection, ther and sister stood outside the barrier their lonely situation. Adolphe had been through which passed the regiment of educated at the Polytechnique, where his Spahis, the sun shining on the handsome talent for music had caused an intimacy person and brilliant uniform of Auguste with Auguste, who loved it passionately ; Dumont, as, full of hope, happiness, and and the united attractions of Adolphe's vanity, he rode past, nodding a recognition cornet-à-piston and Eulalie's bright eyes to tbem-if they saw it through their tears. brought him to the small room in the Adolphe went back to his tromboneQuartier Latin oftener than to the gay playing, Eulalie to her flower-making, and salons on the opposite bank of the Seine. both to think of Auguste, the former doubtIt was the time for Auguste to join the re- ing less than ever of his brilliant friend's
will and power to perform his promises ; said that he was admired, en vied, and disthe latter, with a more correct instinct, tinguished for his courage, talents, and good feeling a strong misgiving that the dazzling fortune. career now stretching before him would not “Auguste will not forget us,” said Adolallow him to think of his poor early friends phe; "wait till they take some fortress, and in the Quartier Latin.
then we shall hear of the Spahis' March." “ He'll soon forget us," sighed she, as she Klemsau was taken, and Paris rejoiced ; looked at the faded rose-bud, though she did | Auguste had especially distinguished himnot try to infect the hopeful spirit of Adol. self, was made captain on the spot, and his phe with her doubts, as he preluded the regiment had entered the town in triumph. notes of the Spahis' March on his inseparable "Now, Eulalie,” exclaimed her happy cornet-à-piston, and spoke of Auguste’s and brother, “we shall hear of the Spanis' their glorious future. She let him build his March." castles, and worked at her flowers. From They heard the particulars of the storm time to time the usual reports, correct and and the surrender, they heard of the bravery incorrect, reached them from the seat of the of the troops, the talent and courage of their war. Auguste had written to them from leaders; they heard of Auguste, his present Marseilles previous to his embarkation ; his honors and his future fame, but they heard letter was short and joyous; he promised to nothing of the Spabis' March. write again from Oran, but he did not. The “Perhaps the next town they take, Eulalie, campaign had begun in good earnest, so we shall hear; Auguste has not had time to most likely he could not. And now the think about it," said the simple-hearted mucafés became filled with eager and interested sician, and he played it as a solo in honor of groups, talking with true Parisian anima- his friend. Whilst Auguste was conquering, tion; and the names of Bugeaud, Cavaignac, Adolphe was struggling. His little room in Changarnier, and others, rang loudly in the the Quartier Latin was as poor as ever. ears of Paris; caused her walls to strike out The table, the two chairs, the mattress he in great placards and affiches, and covered slept on, the trombone he played at Franthe saloons of the Luxembourg with Horace coni's, were its only furniture ; his beloved Vernet's pictures. The Journals and the cornet-à-piston, and Eulalie's yellow rose, Chambers talked of nothing but razzias and its only ornaments. This was the prose of Kabyles, whilst the élégantes assumed coif- life, with its bare necessaries—that the fures à l'Africaine ; but all this was public poetry, with its music and perfume: the and official, and said nothing about Auguste. one gave the knowledge of his true position, Private rumor, more than public report, the actual fact of what he was, the other spoke of him, and its tales to the brother was his dream-his air-castle, the vision of and sister Dupré were varied, and, to an in- what he would be. In the one he was the different hearer, might have been amusing: poor trombone-player of the Cirque Olymto each it had its different version of the pique, in the other the celebrated composer subject, and something in common to both. of “ The Spahis' March.” It was the conTo Adolphe it said that his quondam friend trast of present and future, of poverty and had made many brilliant and delightful as- glory. Happy Adolphe ! he lived by faith; sociates in the army, who must necessarily and Eulalie ! she looked at her rose-bush, supersede him ; that his prospects were shook her head, stifled a sigh, and made a splendid, and his promotion would be rapid very good copy of a yellow rose-bud, with
—but he had never been heard to mention silk, muslin, and wire, and what was better, the Spahis' March ; for all that, Adolphe sold a wreath of them very well the followplayed it on his cornet-à-piston. To Eulalie ing day. it said that her quondam lover had arrived. The campaign ended, Auguste's regiment at Oran with a beautiful little Arlesenienne, remained at Marseilles, causing Adolphe to who had followed him disguised as a boy, believe and declare that had he returned to and was accompanying him through the Paris, he would have entered to the strains campaign, though he made her sadly jealous of the Spahis' March. Another campaign with a native sultana. Eulalie sighed, and began and ended, and Auguste returned with looked at the yellow rose-bush. To both it the title of colonel, and without an arm. He