stare blankly across the desolate hearth, Wife" will note that it was not from and talk about the weather. Speech, the reading what are, in the cant of the electric telegraph which unites the widest day, called "sensational novels,” that regions of thought and fancy, is useless for the defects of the heroine arose. Her them, or can only convey polite inanities more wearisome than silence. Together favourite novels, after she left the day by day, they live as much apart as if Albany-road Seminary, were all of an ocean rolled between them ; united by a the orthodox class, and yet they left hundred bonds, they want the subtle link much to be amended. It must have that would have made them one; and, at been from some of these fashionable the best, are only two separate creatures fictions that she gathered that intichained together. Year after year they mate acquaintance with the West End, drag the chain, and are good to each other, and the attractions of its interiors, and esteem each other, and are patient, and which Miss Braddon, at one point, wonder why they are not happy."

rather inconsistently credits her with, Apropos of an observation dropped considering her origin; but this is a above, the reader of the “Doctor's small slip.


Let us leave the modern sages

To the trial of the ages,
Let us quit the waves and tread the firmer sands ;

And with hearts our guides for ever

Pace the path beside the river,

Floating festally along the summer lands;
Let reason rationally rest from speculative wars,
Let others seek to sound the sea that spaces past the stars ;
The while we feel the life we own may change but cannot die,

Let evermore the dogma flout,

That earth’s a tomb and heaven a doubt,
And, spirit-conscious, rest secure amid the shocks of destiny.


When we measure all the present,

Be it sorrowful or pleasant,
By the bright eternal standard of the skies,

Then our cares, like clouds above us,

Though they shadow, cannot move us,

There's a hand and heart that shapes our destinies ;
Beyond us in the space that widens with the death of light,
Rich universes endlessly range down the infinite ;
And while the soul flames in us, independent of all time,

All that years and death can bring us,

All that fieriest fate can wing us,
Sinks to ashes in the presence of its alchemy sublime.

Though we tread the worm unseeing,

It is raised to brighter being,
In a wider sphere of joyance and acclaim;

Death is but the spirit's changing,

Ere through richer heavens ranging,

As the mortal shall immortally proclaim:
Strike the harp, and melt amid its toning all our sorrows,
Voices from the sunset chaunt of bright eternal morrows;
Light with wine the nerve that forms with starry shapes the suture,

Clear the eye and nerve the hand,

That strengthens for a high command-
For all are working in the present to be masters of the future.

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The revival of a taste for the Essay crush his contributors within the area is the one hopeful sign in these days of his personal knowledge and conof diffuseness and dilution. It seems victions, would have a task of enor. to show that there is a growing mous labour and difficulty, even if class of readers, outside the circle of endowed with the candour, and the most refined, and belonging to breadth, and erudition which alone the general community, desirous of would warrant the assumption of an having as much information and office so exalted. Lut it is not practhought as possible, packed up in the ticable that editors should be always smallest space, and in the most ele- prodigies of learning. Nor are the gant attainable form. This new de- most erudite necessarily possessed of mand has already produced writers that judicial clearness which would of whom the country has no need to lead to an invariably just application be ashamed. An examination of of such resources. Those intrusted what they have done, the style in with the responsible function are which they have done it, and the necessarily men of large acquiretendencies it exhibits, would itself ments and experience, who find tact be an admirable subject for an essay. as much required for the duty as At present, however, it is not in- genius. And this tact is best dis. tended to engage in such a task. The played in selecting collaborateurs who narrower design of these remarks is have really something to say worth to notice a beautiful volume of Essays, the world's hearing, and can be dewhich owe their origin, for the most pended upon to treat whatever they part, to the Dublin L'NIVERSITY discuss conscientiously. It is quite MAGAZINE, in whose pages the greater possible we might be found at the number first appeared. Mr. Trotter's opposite pole to a special critic on thoughtful and discriminating papers matters not of leading importance, as formed an attractive feature in seve- to which, nevertheless, it would not ral of our volumes, and, in their pre. be our duty to deny him a voice, or sent shape, will take that more per- attempt to coerce his opinions. mancnt plave in the literature of the This remark will save us from time to which they are entitled, on being supposed to sympathize witla account, equally, of the extent of everything in Mr. Trotter's Ensays to reading they display, the originality which we do not take this opportuand independence of the writer's n ty of extrpting. Our purpose is views, and the nervousness and purity merely to speak in a general way of of his style.

compositions which caim from us For those familiar with the neces- more than a panning word of_recogsities and limitations of editorial n.tun in their new aspect. The a'imanagement, it will be unnecessary tir's subjecis are all of the fir-t histo premise that Mr. Trotter's critical toneal interest. Mabomet, Thomas and historical opinions were not, by Becket, Frederic II. of Germany, their insertion in these pages, adopie il Savonarola, Bacon, William Pitt, in every particular. We hold our and Richard Brinley Sheridan. Mr. selves at perfect freedom to deal with Merivale's a lot bung volume of “His. them just the same as if they had torical Studies," just puued, views reached the public originally through historical crises of magnitude in the another channel. A magazine is, and, same way from the staydpoint of the in the nature of things, must be, leading characters around whom the much more the orderly grouping of events gather. The essays of the a number of papers, exhibiting varied latter writer on Jorrph the Second, mental gifts and characteristics, in- Catherine the Second, Pascal, Paoli

, dependent judgments, and strongly Voltaire, Rousseau, and Goethe, "A marked individual bias, than a com- Few Words on Junins and on Marat," plete work, bearing the stamp of a on Benjamin Franklin, and Josephyla single mind. The editor who should Maistre, may very fitly attempt, on all, or most subjects, to after the work we

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been laid down. The “ Historical ter years—to the revengeful spirit, Studies” have a wider range, and a which, erewhile breathed forth in fresher interest, perhaps, but the verses of the Koran, was now leading “Studies in Biography," has more of him straight up the path of warlike the elements of a popular book. Mr. conquest that looks so glorious to eyes Trotter aims at simplicity and direct- of flesh. Mahomet fell at the point ness of style, and eschews everything where the Christian Saviour rose highverging on the ornate. There is a est. From the time when he married rhythmical flow in his sentences Ayesha, and sent forth his followers which never becomes a weakness. to lie in wait for Koreishite caravans, Sententious, well knit, and energetic, he wandered further and further from they prove the writer a man of ma- the great example set by Him who, tured powers, and much practice with for all the kingdoms of the earth and the pen. He is perfectly free from the glory of them refused to fall the looseness of the day. His lan- down and worship the evil spirit.” guage is always accurate - English Nor, again, do we see justification for undefiled. It too seldom rises, how- the remark that "his worst crimes ever, above the level of attractive will meet their match in the lives of respectability, and is too evenly un- great men, dear alike to Christian adorned. Mr. Trotter is not defec- and to Jew." The writer's final contive in imagination, as his conceptions clusion, thus expressed, “Say what of character establish, but he is too we like, Islam is neither dead nor severely superior, as he would proba- likely to die,” is also open to question. bly consider superiority, to illustra- The essay on Becket is a masterly tion and figure. Of curious felicity piece of historical biography. It is of phrase there is very little in these a paper every young student of our pages, and trifling affectations occur history should read with care. Prinwhich really sin against the law the ciples it is every wise man's wish to writer seems to prescribe for himself. see perpetuated are here illustrated

The best of the essays is probably and justified. The significance of a that on Mahomet; the liveliest that struggle that has recurred again and on William Pitt. The author's esti- again in various countries, and is not mate of the prophet's character is, on yet fought fully out in Christendom, the whole, more favourable than our is admirably marked. We have stili judgment' allows, and somewhat in- Roman prelates who carry their consistent. If "the early nobleness, crozier like a fighter's bludgeon, and stern simplicity, patient earnestness, earn canonization by the violence of and unworldly yearnings," can be their attempts to subjugate civil spoken of, of the faith with which he government to the Papal authority started-if, at his closing hour, he In these days of a new Encyclical, declared the Koran, "Heaven's mi- when it is, for every reason, desirable racle, not his own"—if the grand that the British people should have simplicity of heart and habits” in the history of former conflicts, which the Saint of Mecca is restored even- run parallel in so many points to that tually to the Sinner of Medina, the now going forward, brought vividly germ of good having been never ex- to recollection, the appearance of tinct, are we to suppose that it is the essays of this character is especially Bame man who loses, for a great period timely, This remark is still more of his career, the power of distin- applicable to Mr. Trotter's paper on guishing between right and wrong,” Frederic II. of Germany, the prince and assassinates unfriendly critics, who did not fear to brand a political massacres his prisoners, and mur. Pope, who sought universal dominders pious travellers. Such a theory ion, as "a frantic prophet, a man of makes too little account of the cal- falsehood, a polluted priest," and to culating love of power which led declare that as he held his crown him both to simulate fanaticism and "from God alone, neither Pope, nor practise cruelty. Nor is this style Council, nor Devil should tear it of parallel free from objections from him ;” and would have made "Prophet, priest, lawgiver, all in good his defiance of the Papacy had one, he gave way to the lower the times in which he lived' been as promptings of his Arab nature - to favourable for the struggle as our the lustfulness that stained his lat- times are. In the course of this masVOL. LXV.-NO. CCCLXXXVII.


terly Fissay, also, the author draws a historical insight, the strong grasp of powerful and sternly just picture of great principles, and, bating a few the character of Hildebrand. Nor peculiarities, the nervous and pellucid should a reference, even though there style of a writer whose name will be room but for a line, be omitted to have a distinguished place among the the article “ Savonarola," which dis- Essayists of the period. plays, in even greater measure, the

A CHRISTMAS NIGHT GLIMPSE. hum of the horizontal waters. None

were abroad in a night so desolate It was a Christmas night towards and wild ; but while the windows of the close of the last century, and the the neighbouring village, illumined great canopy of snow-cloud which by jocund fires, around which sat had been gathering during the day, many a happy group enjoying the fes. commencing to fall at sunset, alreadly tival time, sent

a merry glow over the lay thick upon the hills and downs white waste around; the candle buruskirting a little village on the north ingin the dim room of the voyager, shed coast of France, near which stood its melancholy glimmer on the fond the cottage of a young mariner, face of the young mother, who, leanAchille Dumont, who, a year before, ing over her infant, seemned the lonely adventuring on a long voyage, had embodiment of love and of despair; quitted his native shore, leaving his for, some hours before the village young wife and infant behind him. physician had visited the little sufferer, Adventurous and intelligent, Achille and on recognising its condition, after had imbibed, like many of his aged and giving a few final "directions, had left juvenile comrades, the principles of Annette silent--hopeless. the Revolution, the effect of which,on Alone, forlorn, in the silent winter his lively but ill-educated mind, was midnight, she leaned over her infant, to render him a sceptic with respect whom death was each moment tearing not alone to the political but religious from her, her tears resting on her systems which hitherto held sway in cold anguished cheek, her countenance the country, believing little in aught now piteously beaming with the light else in life than in his own energies, of ineffable love- her eyes now sternly and the reciprocal love and affection darkened by the shadows of defiance existing between himself and his and despair. As the wind swept pretty Annette, for whom and past, drifting the snow against the his child he had undertaken the window panes, and the roar of the voyage alluded to, inspired with the sea beneath broke desolately on her speculative hopes that its results throbbing ear-as to her wrought imawould enable hím to render his poor gination every sound and aspect of home more comfortable and its occu- nature became the expression of one pants happier. Month after month dark power, one inexorable destiny-passed away heavily, but he returned rocking to and fro, her voire mingled not, and, meanwhile, just as the fes- with moans, yielded the thoughts of tival of winter was approaching, his her despairing soul on the dun air of child fell sick, and on this very the mournful chamber. Christmas night, was dying.

* Yes, you are dying, dying, my The cottage of the mariner stood in pretty one, my darling: nor have the a hollow some distance from the ham- heart-prayers I have pured to Heaven let, on a road leading to the shore, for your restoration been of any avail

. whence the wild worth wind blew To Heaven, to God! have I not been piercingly, thickened with the dense taught that He was love ; but, oh, the enow-driit, and wasting far inland the terrible Power; He gives us objects to roar of the winter sea, the sound of love but to tear them from us ; can whose great waves mounting the love be His nature who would thus jaggedchitis, and regurgitating through rend a mother's heart like that now th. caverna, min, led with the remote breek within mel Oh, what misery is mine! alone, this desolate night, sence seemed to fill the cottage chamwith my dear one dying-alone, with ber with a hallow of peace and glory, my dying infant and the awful un- stood before her. And, suddenly, her seen presence of the Destroyer! Ah heart losing its pain and trouble (weeping), how changed has my nature beat holily and joyfully, for she knew become-would that it could change the divine Form was He who said, to stone! How I prayed when you, “Suffer little children to come unto poor pretty one, were born; how I Me, for of such is the kingdom of poured thanksgivings to the God of heaven;" and again, “Come unto Me, Love I then adored for giving you to all ye that surrow and are heavy me-prayers now turned to curses ? - laden, and I will give you rest." And Yet, come what will-and, alas ! alas! while her lips murmured involuntarily I see the hour approaching-I feel in the awe and love with which her bemy heart that when you die, I, too, ing was permeated, the gracious Godshall perish, my heart breaking with figure, resting now a shining hand on your final breath."

the helpless head of the child, and one Still, rocking to and fro, moaning on that of the mother, smiled, and over the dying child, the mother ex- whispered, “Peace !” And the chamhausted by thus uttering the sorrows ber was lonely, save for herself and of a soul that already verged toward her child, when she awoke. insanity, and lulled, maychance, by Awoke--it was already light, and the monotonous murmurings of wind by the pale glimmer of the winter's and sea, sank for a while into the dawn breaking over the white snowy transient torpor, rather than sleep, bills, she saw her child, not, as a few resulting from an over-wrought mind hours before, with the death dews on and many nights' wakefulness-a sleep its poor forehead, breathing its feeble visited by transitory dreams and im- life away, but with a flush of returnpressions-now of a voice from the ing health and beauty on its cheek ; sea, whose accents she well knew, lost for it, too, had slept, and in that kindly amid the roar of the billows-now by pause from pain its strength had been a vision of her childhood--now, by restored. And as it turned its bright one in which, happy with her child, eyes beaming with innocent love on she thought herself

walking of a sum- her face, and clasped her neck in its mer Sunday through the green corn- arms, a while smothering it with fields by the church, while the prayer- kisses and fondling her treasure, she bell chimed cheerfully and hopefully burst into sobs, crying passionatelyfrom the gray steeple in the valley, “Yes, you will live; will live, my own flooded with the cheerful sunshine, one, live and not die, live, for it was and the white clouds, like pure angels, He, Christ, the Saviour, who came to floated in the blue heaven above her- us in our sleep from heaven to drive until blankness once more possessed death away and restore us to himself her brain. Folded to her heart, and to one another." meanwhile the child was breathing Lost in ineffable joy, alternately away its little life, its thin hand uttering some broken playful rhapsody twitching amid the folds of her cloak; of affection to the little one, and a and at intervals a shudder passed thanksgiving to the Great Soul of love through her frame as some thrill vi- for the hope and happiness with brated from the heart whose pain, which she was inspired, many minutes even in forgetfulness, knew no passed, and the golden rays of the sun slumber.

streaming through the casement like The dismal night was turning to an opening in the heaven of heavens ward morn-the snow was ceasing covered them with its glory; when to fall, and the weary wind sinking suddenly the lullaby of the child was into inconstant calms was passing out broken by the sound of a step, and a to sea, when a light suddenly broke figure it was Achille-appeared huron the mother's sleeping brow, for a rying along the snowy garden walk to Figure of divine aspect, whose pre- the cottage door.

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