And sage instructions they unworthy deemed
E'en of one moment's thought; then I, what course
Were meetest in such strait revolving long,
Determined, with my mother leagued, to stand
A prompt ally upon the side of Jove.
By my advice Tartarean vaults profound
In ever-during dark old Saturn hide
With all his fellows; such the benefit
By me on Jove conferred; this wretched fate
My only recompense, for royalty

Has this disease, its best friends to distrust.
But that you have demanded, from what source
Spring all these wrongs and insults, I will tell :
When first he sat on his paternal throne,
Forthwith his various honours he assigned
To every friendly deity, and ranged
In order due his kingdom, but of men
Took no account, save all the mortal race
From earth to sweep, and in their place to plant
A new-made generation; this t' oppose
None dared but I! From dire destruction's gate
And Hades' realm all human race I saved;-
Hence all I suffer, hence the punishment,
Grievous to feel, and mournful to behold:
For pitying mortals, pity to obtain
Myself, when needed most, my fate forbad:-
Here manacled I lie by Jove's command;
Mine is the pain, but all the shame is his.

CHORUS. Hard is his heart, and framed of rugged rock

Or stubborn iron, who for these thy ills

Mourns not, nor sheds one sympathizing tear;

Oh! would I ne'er had seen it; for the sight

Pierces my soul with grief.

PROMETH.

That well may pity move.
CHORUS.

Proceeded farther?

PROMETH.

Ay ! 'tis a sight

Hast thou in nought

I have ta'en from men

Foreknowledge of the future, baneful gift!

CHORUS. What remedy for this disease didst find?
PROMETH. Blind hopes I planted in their breasts.

CHORUS.

In this

A mighty benefit to man thou gavest.

PROMETH. Yet more than this, I brought them fire.
CHORUS.
And now

Does short-lived man the bright-eyed flame possess?

PROMETH. E'en so, and thence shall many an art derive. CHORUS. Are these the errors, these the crimes, for which Jove wrongs thee thus with unrelaxing hate,

Insult on insult heaping? Is no term

Allotted to thy sufferings?

PROMETH.

Than when Jove wills it.

CHORUS.

Other none

That will never be

No hope rests there. Oh! seest thou not thy fault?

Which to recount were pain indeed to me,

Nor less to thee- enough of this: but strive
To find some sure deliv'rance from thy woes.

PROMETH. Oh! 'tis an easy task for those, whose feet
Unshackled in the nets of fate are free,

With counsels sage to chide the criminal.

But all to me was known: not blindly led,
But willing have I erred, and with intent,
And, aiding mortals, have my own woe worked;
Yet never did I think such punishment
Could e'er befal ;-'mid towering rocks confined,
To pine and waste; this desert mount my ward,
Far from the track of men. But wail not now
My present sorrow, but, to earth descending,
List to my future lot, and learn the whole.
Believe, believe me, blend your grief with mine;
Misfortune ever in uncertain course

Wandering abroad, on all alike alights.

(To be continued.)

LITERARY NOTICES.

A Treatise on the Grammar of the New Testament Dialect. By the Rev. Thomas Sheldon Green, M. A. Samuel Bagster & Sons, Paternoster Row. THIS work, which was undertaken at the suggestion and request of the late Rev. Hugh James Rose, has thus, on the face of it, a claim to our attention and respect; and we looked to find in it something not unworthy of the importance of the subject, and of the memory of him who advised the attempt. Nor were we disappointed. The treatise has great intrinsic merits, and is well worthy of an important and conspicuous place in the library of the divinity student. The work has arrived opportunely: the author has come in between the two contending parties,-of those who maintain the entirely Hebraistic character of the writings of the New Testament, and those who uphold their perfect classical purity; and "with the weapons they have so cunningly and pertinaciously wielded, has erected a trophy to Truth."

The passages from profane authors, which he has collated with such of the New Testament as seem peculiar in their expression, or worthy of such comment, are judiciously selected, and evince great variety and accuracy of research. And though the author has arranged the work in a manner different from that adopted in the ordinary systematic and elementary grammars, those who are best acquainted with the subject and know its difficulties will readily acquiesce in his mode of proceeding.

In fine, the work is one, which both he who studies the New Testament for the sake of the doctrine therein contained, and he who makes the language only the object of his curious scrutiny, should certainly never be without.

What to Teach, and How to Teach it. By Henry Mayhew. Part I. Smith, Fleet Street. 1841.

A Book with such a name cannot fail to attract attention, intended as it is to apply to practice the opinions of the many splendid writers on mental discipline: the argument of the whole is powerful, and many of the ideas are new. While few works on so abstruse a subject have had any pretensions to interest, we cannot deny to Mayhew the meed of praise that he has eminently succeeded in making attractive a topic which has been long considered too metaphysical for general readers, and one with which those who have the care of the young are unfortunately but too little acquainted.

The language, elegant, and often beautiful, is at the same time correct and logical. To the attentive reader it affords a pleasure, since it repays his contemplation, and gives a novel view of a subject that Locke, Dugald Stewart, Channing, Brown, and Abercrombie, had been supposed long since to have exhausted.

Scraps from the Knapsack of a Soldier, consisting of Brevities in Verse. By Calder Campbell. Mitchell, Red Lion Court.

A collection of poems, by Major Campbell, either newly written, or collected from those magazines to which he has been a contributor. Before opening the volume, we can be sure of the nature of its contents: a peculiarity in style, -pleasing in moderation, in excess more wearisome,—a delicacy of thought and feeling in the great majority of his effusions, in the others, ideas on a special

mission from the moon, on which the prettiest dress sits awkwardly, but which generally issue forth clothed in but a shabby rhyming garb. With this expectation, a well-founded prejudice, we opened the soldier's knapsack, and were not deceived; as a soldier's knapsack should, it contains some very hard crusts, at which we nibbled, but in vain; and other plain fare besides, but all this was concealed under a heap of luxuries. An Oriental beauty, tempered with a simple delicacy, that is in others too frequently deficient, is Calder Campbell's muse: she is a fair creature, that glories in all the beauties of the East, without its attendant languor, educated (none can doubt) in England,-for where else could she have learnt her smile of peace, and tranquil homely happiness? We recommend our readers to get the book, and find how well the lady sings, pitying any one that thinks of failure while she gives her rich voice a free and unrestricted license. Listen:

IDLE WORDS.

"The strongest love hath yet, at times,
A weakness in its power;

And latent sickness often sends

The madness of an hour.
To her I loved, in bitterness
I said a cruel thing;-
Ah me! how much of misery
From idle words may spring!

"I loved her then-I love her still;
But there was in my blood
A growing fever that did give
Its frenzy to my mood;

I sneered because another's sneers
Had power my heart to wring;-
Ah me! how much of misery
From idle words may spring!

"And when, with tears of wonder, she
Looked up into my face,

I coldly turned away mine eyes,
Avoiding her embrace;

Idly I spake of idle doubts,

And many an idler thing :

Ah me! how much of misery

From idle words may spring!

"Twas over soon the cause--not soon
The sad effects passed by;

They rule me 'neath the summer sun,
And 'neath the winter's sky!

I sought forgiveness; she forgave,
But kept the lurking sting;-
Ah me! how much of misery
From idle words may spring!

"Month after month, year after year,
I strove to win again

The heart an idle word had lost,
But strove, alas! in vain.

Oh! ye who love, beware lest thorns
Across Love's path ye fling;

Ye little know what misery
From idle words may spring."

THE

KING'S COLLEGE MAGAZINE.

MAY, 1842.

ELLERTON CASTLE;

A Romance.

BY "FITZROY PIKE."

CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SEVENTH.

MAT MAYBIRD RENEWS A PLEASANT ACQUAINTANCE, AND IS HONOURED BY

A CONFIDENTIAL APPOINTMENT.

THROUGH the not unimportant events to be recorded in the present chapter, we shall hurry rapidly, in order that we may arrive the more speedily at its successors.

By the advice of Father Francis it was thought expedient that Edward should visit Bruton at London, in order to consult with him concerning the line of conduct in future to be adopted towards the conspirators, and the means to be taken for the purpose of ending the persecution. Mat Maybird of course volunteered his companionship, and the journey was completed without more delay.

The advice of Bruton could lead only to defence. Bound by his vow to spare Sir Richard Ellerton from shame, such effective measures as might, in another case, have been adopted, were of no avail. It still remained to parry all attacks, trusting to the will of Heaven for a final solution of the difficulty. Edward would have placed Kate under his patron's care; this Bruton thought an unwise step; as he was watched, she could not avoid discovery, and the hostility would be redoubled; but under the roof of Father Francis it was not likely they would seek her a second time. It was judged expedient that Edward and Mat Maybird should remain a short time in London, as a blind to their enemies, who