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Laughing, as their gentle hands I CRIED to God, in trouble for my sin;
Closely clasp the twisted strands,
At their shadow on the grass.
Then a booth of mountebanks,
With its smell of tan and planks,
And a girl poised high in air
On a cord, in spangled dress, And with my soul I sorrow for my sin.
With a faded loveliness, Full sure I am there is no joy in sin,
And a weary look of care. Joy-scented Peace is trampled under foot,
Then a homestead among farms, Like a white growing blossom into mud.
And a woman with bare arms, Sin is establish'd subtly in the heart
Drawing water from a well; As a disease; like a magician foul
As the bucket mounts apace,
As at some magician's spell.
Then an old man in a tower
While the rope coils round and round, The soul there, busy or at rest, hath peace,
Like a serpent at his feet,
And again in swift retreat And music floweth from the various world.
Almost lifts him from the ground. The Lord is great and good, and is our God.
Then within a prison-yard, There needeth not a word but only these;
Faces fixed, and stern, and hard,
Laughter and indecent mirth;
Breath of Christian charity,
Blow, and sweep it from the earth !
Gleaming in a sky of light,
Steeds pursued through lane and field-
And an angler by a brook. Residing in the house of perfect peace. - Allingham's Day and Night Songs. Ships rejoicing in the breeze,
Wrecks that float o'er unknown seas,
Anchors dragged through faithless sand; From the Little Pilgrim, a Monthly Magazine for the Sea-fog drifting overhead,
Young, edited and published by Grace Greenwood (Mrs. And with lessening line and lead
Sailors feeling for the land.
All these scenes do I behold,
These, and many left untold,
In that building long and low;
While the wheels go round and round,
With a drowsy, dreamy sound,
And the spinners backward go.
THE man that hath a library's full store
Hath much of riches in a little space;
The mind's rich tilth of those who went before, Dull and drowsy, makes me feel
Compressed to essence for the reader's grace. All its spokes are in my brain.
All that was good in Plato lives again,
And fructifies to-day, as Greece of yore, As the spinners to the end
Homer, nor Virgil, wrote no word in vain, Downward go and reäscend,
The brain's wise word to studious brain is lore. Gleam the long threads in the sun;
No drop of well script wisdom ever dies, While within this brain of mine
The salt of wit is like the briny sea, Cobwebs brighter and more fine
From part to part the quickening savor flies, By the busy wheel are spun.
Till not a drop unsalted found may be. Two fair maidens in a swing,
A book 's the precious relic of the mind, Like white doves upon the wing,
A student's legacy to all mankind. First before my vision pass;
Sonnets by Burghley.. DCVII. LIVING AGE. VOL. XII. 8
From The Athenæum.
Confiding in my ample means Miscellanies: Prose and Verse. By W. M. In troth, I was a happy chiel ! Thackeray. Vol. I. Bradbury & Evans. I passed the gates of Valenciennes,
I never thought to come by Lille. It is not our present purpose to enter critically into an examination of these “ Miscel
I never thought my twenty pounds
Some rascal knave would dare to steal; lanies.” Something has to be said about Mr.
I gayly passed the Belgic bounds Thackeray - something in the way of analy At Quiévrain, twenty miles from Lille. sis and appreciation – which has not yet
To Antwerp town I hastened post, been said, so far as we know. Republication And as I took my evening meal, of a series of separate works like these now I felt my pouch, - my purse was lost, undertaken, invites to the expression of opin
O Heaven ! why came I not by Lille? ion; and when the series is somewhat I straightway called for ink and pen, further advanced, we shall probably devote
To grandmamma I made appeal; an article to Mr. Thackeray. At present,
Meanwhile a loan of guineas ten
I borrowed from a friend so leal. we confine ourselves to an announcement of this welcome collection of verse and prose,
I got the cash from grandmamma and to an illustration of the quality of the
(Her gentle heart my woes could feel);
But where I went, and what I saw, lesser works by means of a few extracts.
What matters? Here I am at Lille. All these writings, we infer, have appeared
My heart is weary, my peace is gone, elsewhere - in magazines or reviews, and in How shall I e'er my woes reveal ? the congenial columns of Punch.
I have no cash, I lie in pawn, are not always sure of our mark. Why is it A stranger in the town of Lille. not declared in note or preface when and where such and such pieces were produced ? To stealing I can never come, In some cases, indeed, more than this record To pawn my watch I'm too genteel, is needed. Much of Mr. Thackeray's poetry
Besides, I left my watch at home, -and all the best of it - is fugitive in inter
How could I pawn it then at Lille? est. It had its origin in police cases, in
“La note," at times the guests will say,
I turn as white as cold boiled veal; newspaper gossip, in anecdotes of the day ;
I turn and look another way, and although it dealt with these ephemera I dare not ask the bill at Lille. after a new and most merry fashion, it threw
I dare not to the landlord say, its mantle of squib, allusion, pun, and fancy “Good sir, I cannot pay your bill;" over mean and perishable forms.
He thinks I am a Lord Anglais, members now the tale of “Jane Roney and And is quite proud I stay at Lille. Mary Brown"? Of the multitudes who He thinks I am a Lord Anglais, laughed over the doleful “Ballad of Eliza Like Rothschild or Sir Robert Peel, Davis,” when it first appeared in Punch,
And so he serves me every day
The best of meat and drink in Lille. how many can recall the case at the Clerkenwell Police Court? A few lines, added as a
Yet when he looks me in the face
I blush as red as cochineal; foot-note, would have told the story, and
I think, did he but know my case, placed the reader in the position to under
How changed he 'd be, my host of Lille ! stand and enjoy the witty words and humor
My heart is weary, my peace is gone, ous allusions of the ballad-singer.
How shall I e'er my woes reveal ?
A stranger in the town of Lille.
The sun bursts out in furious blaze,
I perspirate from head to heel;
I'd like to hire a one-horse chaise,
How can I, without cash at Lille?
pass in sunshine burning hot
By cafés where in beer they deal;
I think how pleasant were a pot,
A frothing pot of beer of Lille!
What is yon house with walls so thick,
All girt around with guard and grille ?
0! gracious gods, it makes me sick,
'Twas five o'clock, and I could eat, It is the prison-house of Lille !
Although I could not pay my meal :
I hasten back into the street
Where lies my inn, the best in Lille.
What see I on my table stand, And quit that ugly part of Lille.
A letter with a well-known seal ? The church-door beggar whines and prays,
'Tis grandmamma's! I know her hand, I turn away at his appeal :
“ To Mr. M. A. Titmarsh, Lille." Ah, church-door beggar! go thy ways !
I feel a choking in my throat, You 're not the poorest man in Lille.
I pant and stagger, faint and reel ! My heart is weary, my peace is gone,
It is — it is – a ten-pound note,
And I'm no more in pawn in Lille !
[He goes off by the diligence that evening, and
is restored to the bosom of his happy family.] IV.
Such a quotation should send many a Say, shall I to yon Flemish church, And at a Popish altar kneel ?
reader in search of the volume whence it is O do not leave me in the lurch,
drawn. Altogether, we may say, without I'll cry, ye patron-saints of Lille ! forestalling the critical interest of such article Ye virgins dressed in satin hoops,
as we propose to devote ere long to the conYe martyrs slain for mortal weal,
sideration of Mr. Thackeray's place in the Look kindly down! before you stoops hierarchy of contemporary literature, that The miserablest man in Lille.
this reprint of “Miscellanies" is a good serAnd lo! as I beheld with awe
vice done to the general public. Few books A pictured saint (I swear 't is real)
of this season are so sure of a wide and wel It smiled, and turned to grandmamma ! It did ! and I had hope in Lille !
WASHINGTON, MEDAL OR COLN OF. - I have a motto upon the scroll in the eagle's beak, “ Unum gold coin in my possession, a rough sketch of e pluribus,” is not correct; that upon the fed which I inclose; and which, although much eral 'money having been, “E pluribus unum." worn, is still of the full value of the American If you can, through any of your readers, afford eagle, namely, ten dollars. On inquiring at me any information touching the subject of my the United States' mint in Philadelphia, a few inquiry, you will greatly oblige years since, I found that, in the collection there
G. A. MYERS. of specimens of all the federal coins, none like RICHMOND, VIRGINIA (U. S. A.). this existed. It attracted much curiosity; but nothing of its history could be learned. A
[This American piece was struck at Birming
very intelligent officer of the institution informed me, ham by Hancock, an engraver of dies of consid that he conjectured it was stamped in Birming- erable talent. Of these pieces there are several harn . The name of Washington, President, ap
varieties : one, without date on the obverse; on pearing upon it
, renders it an object of greater reverse, American eagle, shield on breast, olive as it is generally understood, and be- branch in one claw, arrows in the other; above, lieved , that while that distinguished man was stars, cloud, and "ONE CENT;
edge, President of the United States, learning that a STATES OF AMERICA;” below, “ 1791.",
Another, coinage was about to be stamped at the mint, date under head, '"- 1791;
reverse, eagle as bearing his effigy, he immediately arrested the above, but larger; in beak a scroll, “UNUM proceeding. A few copper coins had however PLURIBUS;" above,"ONE CENT;” no stars, cloud, been struck, which were never issued; and I or date. Another, profile of Washington to the believe are still preserved in the collection to right, fillet round the head, no dress; legend as which I have above referred. No gold or silver above; date “ 1792;” reverse, eagle with shield, coin of the same stamp was ever struck in the olive and
Edges of all United States of America. The coin in my pos- the
same. These are all of copper, and were said session was evidently intended for circulation. to have been patterns for an intended coinage, Ito style of execution is rather rough, and the but not approved.] – Notes and Queries.
From The Economist, 17 Nov.
most eagerly sought for, and the London FOREIGN POLICY OP GREAT BRITAIN. Gazette was the popular literature of the
day. After a terrible conflict we came off NO. I.
conquerors, and the people instantly fell HAVE WE A FOREIGN POLICY ?
asleep to all foreign questions. While the The interest which the English people trumpet which announced their crowning have taken in the foreign policy pursued by and conclusive victory was yet ringing in the nation has always been fitful and irreg- their ears, they turned aside from the divisular, subject to long intervals of slumber, ion of the spoil, devoted themselves to healbroken by transient and stormy awakenings. ing their wounds, paying their bills, examIn their moods of anger or ambition, they ining their family affairs, which had gone have clamored for war; in their moods of into dreadful disarray, and inquiring into weariness or reaction, they have clamored the abuses which had been accumulating for peace; but in either case without any during five and twenty years of strife ; and fixed principle or any consistent line of left their Foreign Minister, uncontrolled and action. When excited by a supposed insult, unwatched, to treat and negotiate “at his or fired by the prospect of some imaginary own sweet will,” to throw away some of glory, they have often exercised a vehement, the most precious fruits of victory, to join and generally a mischievous, pressure upon our allies in trampling upon right and justhe Government; but in ordinary times they tice, nationality and freedom, and to sacrihave been content to allow their Foreign fice, by the mode in which he administered Minister to pursue his own unquestioned our triumph, the lofty character which we way, rewarding him by popularity or pun- had earned in achieving it. Had the English ishing him with obloquy, not according to nation shown half the vigilance, half the his merits, but according to his fortune. courage, half the virtue, half the sense, in When he dragged them into hostilities, they negotiating that it had shown in fighting decreed him an ovation if the war was glori- or rather had John Bull instead of Lord ous, and drove him from power and mur-Castlereagh been our representative at the mured threats of impeachment if it was Congress of Vienna, the settlement of Europe costly and fruitless ; but of the proceedings then effected would probably have been based which led to the quarrel they were commonly upon far sounder principles, and destined to both ignorant and careless, and over the a far longer and more beneficent duration. mode in which it was conducted, and the From that date till the great convulsion treaties by which it was terminated, they of 1848 — save for a brief interval in 1830 exercised no vigilance, and scarcely even a - the national interest in foreign politics nominal supervision.
slept in profound repose. The expulsion of This description has been especially appli- Charles X. from the throne of France, and cable during the last forty years. The war the events which that movement entailed or with Napoleon was one at once for safety suggested, aroused us for a moment; but and for supremacy : often our empire, and the struggle for our own Reform Bill soon at one moment our independence, seemed at absorbed all our thoughts, and threw every stake. The mighty struggle aroused all the other subject into the shade. That great energies of the nation; with a patience and change inaugurated a long series of changcourage which had in it something singu- es ; improvements, amounting to revolularly noble, they made the most gigantic tions, were effected, one after another, in all exertions, and submitted to the heaviest sac- branches of domestic policy, and all our rifices; and their efforts were never more interest, as all our energy, was concentrated strenuous, nor their resolution ever more at home. The Secretary for Foreign Affairs stubborn and immoveable, than when for- had an easy time of it; provided he got us tune was most hostile, and prospects most into no scrape, did not disturb our peace, or doubtful and most gloomy. Internal dis- distract our attention, the country let him putes lay in abeyance; domestic interests have absolutely his own way; those who were neglected or put aside ; domestic re- criticized his proceedings in Parliament spoke forms were postponed to a more convenient to empty benches, and a few important deseason, and domestic reformers scouted as bates that took place on our external relaunpatriotic bores ; any abuse was endured, tions left on the public mind an impression and any demand on the part of the Govern- that the Minister understood his business ment was granted; the one question over-incomparably better than his assailants, shadowed and excluded all others, and home while the nation at large had actually no concerns were entirely sacrificed to foreign perception of what the principle of his polconsiderations. The papers teemed with icy was, or whither it was leading us. Our account of battles and sieges, the movements secret unconscious feeling was a queer comof regiments and ships constituted the news pound of modesty and laziness; we were aware that we were not masters of the sub-| him to decide for one side or the other, and ject, and we supposed that Lord Palmerston puts his immature opinions to a cruel test. and Lord Aberdeen were; and, absorbed in Then the state of Europe had changed. business, in pleasure, or in progress, we were The old rules were no longer applicable. satisfied to leave our constitution in the The old relations had been wonderfully metabands of our regular physician, taking no morphosed. New sympathies and antipathies cognizance of our symptoms ourselves, and had arisen, often more powerful than the old treating as interested quacks all who endeav- ones. Our “natural enemy
" had become ored to persuade us that we were insensibly in one sense our inevitable friend. The nagoing to the dogs.
tion we had combated as a despotic empire The astounding political earthquake of had been transmuted into a constitutional 1848 aroused us rudely from our lethargy, state with a real Parliament and a free press. but found us unprepared for, and therefore The nation which had been our fast ally in unequal to, the crisis. Sound to the very the Napoleonic wars held principles and carcore at home — safe in a harbor of freedom, ried out practices of policy, both external loyalty, and justice, which a generrtion had and domestic, which revolted every sentiment been spent in fortifying and enlarging of justice and humanity dear to English anchored, so far as regarded our internal hearts. The instinctive sympathies of peoples concerns, to moorings so steadfast that we had begun to interfere with and override the might securely ride out any storm, we were old rivalries and animosities of Courts. Thus yet, in all that regarded our foreign policy, it came about that not only had the notions utterly at sea, drifting along in the tempest of the various statesmen and parties in Engwithout compass and without chart. We land on foreign policy undergone a considerhad steersmen, but no principles to steer by. able, though an incomplete, change, but We had old traditions, but no living creed. these notions had come to be so utterly conThe ancient ideas and formulas had lost fused and discrepant that the nation could their vitality and their hold upon the nation's not be said to have any foreign policy at all. faith, and no new ones had yet risen up to The Old Tories, it is true, no longer maintake their place. What principles we had tained the propriety of interference in the were either in a moribund or an inchoate internal disputes and struggles of other state. Different statesmen had different countries ; but in all conflicts between the notions as to what ought to be done in this subjects and the Sovereigns they gave their or that individual conjuncture, but these sympathy and countenance - silent but exnotions varied with the occasion, and the pressive — to the side of despotism. The special political combination of the time; oid Whigs, on the other hand, while scruthey were based upon no deep conviction, pulously observant of diplomatic decorums, apón no long-cherished aim ; they were for looked with interest and" favor upon the enthe most part a strange chaos of the imper- deavors of the people to obtain an extension fect old and the imperfect new. The truth of civil rights, as long as they kept clear of is, that during the long and instructive inter- insurrection, and marched in the regular val which had elapsed since the last war, ruts of constitutional encroachment. But thoughtful minds had been at work, and when revolution became the order of the day, powerful pens had been busy, and eloquent they, like their rivals, shrunk back aghast ; Foices had been active and persuasive; the oceans of such stormy fierceness they had no lessons, sanguinary and dearly bought, of charts to steer through - chasms of that that fearful time, had been studied and depth they had no plummets to fathom or to turned to profit; a mine of new wisdom had sound. Still, both parties might have carbeen opened, but not worked out; the for- ried on a not wholly inconsistent, though mer doctrines had been thoroughly shaken, inactive, inglorious, and unserviceable policy, but their successors had not yet earned either by keeping as aloof as possible from the foll currency or general reception. The pro- elemental strife — the Tories muttering a gress of liberal opinions at home had wrought timid "O fie" to the barbarities of despota great, though insensible, change in our ism, the Whigs shaking their heads and lookDotions of the policy to be pursued in our ing grave over the excesses of insurgents ; international relations; but this change had but for the clearer, louder voice of a third not yet been wrought into a system, or even section, that of the more advanced Liberals, assumed an avowed form. The nation was who proclaim their unhesitating sympathy much in the same condition as a politician with those in every land who strive and sufwhose views have been gradually diverging fer for liberty and justice — who hold that a from those of the colleagues with whom he large indulgence should be extended to the aete, but are still in a transition state, when follies and the crimes of men whose cause is some question suddenly arises which compels good and whose wrongs are great; and who