Tbrough the vasty void of silence

Did I hear a sound?
Was it my own echoing foot-full?

Fireman on his round?
Or Policeman slow patrolling

Transept, nave, and aisle?
Was that gleam his bull's-eye streaming,

Or his moon-lit tile?

Ne'er fell tread of mine so stately,

Walks no fireman so;
Not thus sounds policeman's blucher,

Heavy-heeled and slow.
Never flashed from blinding bull's-eye

Radiance like that:
Never moon with such an aureole

Crowned policeman's hat.

I,o, two shapes from out the darkness

Of the nave have grown!
Hand in hand they near the dais,

Near the empty throne.
By the beamy crown that circles

Either radiant brow.
By their royal orbs and sceptres,

These be Queens I trow.

Strong the one of thew and sinew,

Giant-like of limb; Coal-black is the robe upon her,

Fire her crown doth rim;
And her sceptre is a hammer

Like Great Thor's of old:
And her feet, they clank like iron,

'Neath her garment's fold.

Fair the other, with a beauty

Passing human far;
Star-bedropped her azure raiment.

And her crown a star.
Perfect shape with perfect feature

Blent in form and face.
When she opes her lips, 'tis music,

When she moves, 'tis grace.

Straight to me, through their unlikeness,

These two Queens were known,
And I marked how each on other,

Pressed the vacant throne.
Strong Queen Handicraft to honour

Fair Quoen Art was fain:
Fair Queen Art, with sweet resistance,

Waived the throne again.

"Yours," quoth Art, " is this profusion

Of the fruits of toil.
Loom and forge-work, clay and crystal,

G rowth of seed and soil.
Yours the spinning of men-spiders,

Honey of men's hives;
What creates or costs men comfort,

Makes or mars their lives."

"Nay," quoth Handicraft, " the roughing

Of the mass is mine;
But 'tis thy hand gives the beauty,

Moulding by design.
Thine the forms of clay and crystal,

Iron, brass and gold,
Textile pattern, woven colour,—

Gorgeous to behold!"

"Spak'st thou sooth," fair Art protested,

"Thou prevail'st no more; Mine the hand which shapes the coinage.

Thine which digs the ore.
I am but a humble handmaid,

Chain'd to thy behest.
Thou, that in this age of iron

Dost as likes thee best."

"Nay, but," Handicraft retorted,

"On the upper floor Moved I not through long-drawn galleries,

Graced with all thy store? Where on canvas or in marble

Thou thy might hast shown— Man and beast, sea, earth and cloudland.

Claiming for thine own?"

So was urged these Queens' contention,

Each, in answer fit,
Giving reasons why the other

On the throne should sit
Till at last quoth Art,—divided

Between smile and sigh,— "Needs there proof, that to this throning

Ne'er a claim have I?

"Look around; though all these treasures

Of thy wide domain
Bore my seal, that here I'm alien,

It would still be plain.
In the Building that contains them

Place nor part I owe.
From the domes that rise above us,

To the sheds below.

"Can I take this throne, surrounded

By so many a sign,
Whoso owns this realm's allegiance,

Tis no realm of mine?
These glazed-sashes, factory-patterned,

Courts of shops run wild,
And where space had lent a beauty,

Hideous trophies piled?

"To my galleries I'll betake me,

There apart I'll reign:
Strive who will, no force shall make me

Own this my domain.
Lost the chance that here had throned us,

Join Queens, side by side;
Toil with Taste, and Use with Beauty

Empire to divide." a


[Thi* Song was found stretcn over the Street* of Pari* in March of this Year, too* in private circulation, and sung at secret meetings of the discontented. It is said to have caused much uneasiness to the French Government.]

No, brothers, we are not dead,

We have risen and burst the doors,
O Cajsar, look out—thy head

Is threatened,—the lion roars.
You smile, for he 6eems asleep—

Beware, lest as morning break,
He up-leap.

Ho slumbers one eye awake,

The Lion of the Latin Quarter.

Never yet the workman advanced

But the student led him to die;
His badge is the plume that danced

In the great days of July.
Arcole and Sarcy's noble race,

Whose arm was steady, and slew
Kings fare to face,

He will bound and follow you,

The Lion of the Latin Quarter.

We grope, O mother, to find the foe

In the night, dark and deep,
Which closed thee in, fourteen yean ago—

Pardon us, did we sleep P
But see, as the stars grow pale

He watches till thy sun glow,
He snuffs the gale,

He will spring upon the foe.

The Lion of the Latin Quarter.

Drunkards of feast and ball,

Bespattered with palace mire,
The lights of your carnival

Are yellow and blear in the new day's fire.
The eagle is sad of mood.

The soaring eagle will fall And his brood,— * He will eat them, a mouthful in all,

The Lion of the Latin Quarter.

If ever the foul crew come

A new battle to engage,
'Mid theatre, hall, and home,—

About, young quack, to preach from his stage,
Nisard to drivel and give

Cynical small moralities
How to live,—

They shall see if it's safe to despise

The Lion of the Latin Quarter.

The day for cheating is past.

In the name of the people, we.
This third time and last.

That the MoniUur lie not, decree;
The people, your sham confessed.

Shall go up on the Aventine,
They, the oppressed.

And let loose upon your line

The Lion of the Latin Quarter.

Poor Lion! five kings whom fate

Flung to him, long years between,
Mere tit-bits for a deathless hate.

Are digested, and he grows lean.
Let him who is next to pay

The last dinner's last score
Pass away:

He is growling for the Emperor,

The Lion of the Latin Quarter.


N.B. The Ggures between [ ] refer to the History.

Accidents.—From the explosion of a
firm boiler at Ltanton Wyville, 10;
several accidents to ladies by machinery,
10 ; serious accident in the Waterloo-
mid, 20; fall of houses at Hackney,

21 ; Iwiler explosion near Dudley, six
men killed, 29; at Millfield Iron-
works, Priestfield, 28 persons killed,
C5; fatal explosion of gas in Holborn,
CO ; frightful artillery accident at Do-
ver, and at Blyth, 70; fatal explosion
of gas in Shoreditch, 99 ; fatal explo-
sion and fire of a chemical warehouse in
Bishopsgate, 108; fatal boat accidents
at Brighton, Portsmouth, Loch Lo-
mond, the Mersey, 104 ; explosion of a
percussion-cap factory at Birmingham,
nine persons killed, 114 ; fatal boat
accident on the Kibble, near Preston,
seven lives lost, 159 ; sinking of the
iron ship Ganyet in the ThameR, five
Lascars drowned, 103; explosion of
gunpowder mills near Redruth, six
women killed, 172; boat accident
near Bristol, five persons drowned, 170;
fall of a railway viaduct at Hammer-
smith, six men killed, 185; fatal
lwiler explosion at Alnwick, 194 ; at
Masborough, nine persons killed, 190.

Colliery and Mining Accidents.—
Dreadful disaster at the Hartley Col-
liery, 204 lives lost, 12 ; flooding of the
Hendre Mine, sixteen persons drowned,

22; fatal explosion at the Cethin Col-
liery, forty-nine lives lost, 23; explo.
sion of fire-damp at Wcstwood Colliery,
six lives lost, 04 ; terrible explosion at
Bamsley, sixty men and boys killed,

Railway Accidents :— Various acci-
dent*—on the Portadown, Dungannon,
and Armagh Railway; on the Brechin
branch of the .Scottish North Eastern;
on the Maryport and Whitehaven;
near the Qravcsend station of the South
Eastern, 69; on the South Wales Rail-

Voi.. CIV.


way, near Lydney station, 07; on the
North British Railway, near Maxton
station, 82 ; on the London, Chatham
and Dover Railway, near Ospringe, and
in the Chatham-hill tunnel, 92 ; dread-
ful accident on the Midland Railway,
near Market Harborough, 109 ; on the
Edinburgh and Glasgow Railway, near
Winchburgh, 15 persons killed, 177;
numerous railway accidents during the
summer and autumn, 179; fall of a
railway viaduct at Hammersmith, six
men killed, 185; fatal explosion of a
locomotive of the Great Western Rail-
way, 185.

Acts, List Ok, 25 & 26 Vict.—i., Public
General Acts, 243; ii., Local and Per-
sonal Acts, 247; iii.. Private Acts
printed, 257; iv., Private Acts not
printed, 258.

Antiquities.—Discoveries in Worcester
Cathedral, 1; at Maeshow, in the
Orkneys, 127.

Australian Expedition Of Bcrkjt Ani'
Wills, 475.

Bask Rath or Discount, 130, 200;
see also Table of Stotla, 277.

Births, 294.

Births, Deaths, and Marriages, in
England and Wales; and Scotland; and
in the Metropolis, in 1862, 279.

Ditchers' Mkat, Average Prices of, in
each month in 1802, 278.

Census Ov 1861.—The Revised Returns
for England and Wales, 280 ; corrected
total for Ireland, 281; Revised Re-
turns for Scotland, 282.

Census of the British Colonies and
Possessions in the year ended the 81st
December, 1 SflO {from a Parliamentary
Return), 283.


Dreadful disaster at the Hartley Col-
liery, 204 lives lost, 12; flooding of
the Hendre Mine, sixteen persons


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