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I. THE YOUNGER VANE, . . • · Contemporary Review, .
II. THE PARISIANS. By Lord Lytton, author of

“The Last Days of Pompeii,” “My Novel,”

“The Caxtons, etc. Part VII., . . . Blackwood's Magazine, III. VENETIAN PAINTING, . . . . . Westminster Review, . IV. THE PRESCOTTS OF PAMPHILLON. By the

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THE BABES IN THE WOOD. | And the lily-buds, from their green sheath peep,
My dear, do you know,

And maidens and men are merry.
How a long time ago,

With the fresh life-blood of the new-born
Two poor little children,
Whose names I don't know,

Were stolen away

The elixir of love and pleasure;
On a fine summer's day,

When Hope on the threshold of Life takes
And left in a wood,“

As I've heard people say.

To search for its golden treasure.
And when it was night,

O green leaves, O fresh leaves, O young green
So sad was their plight,

The sun it went down,

When lovers in lanes are roaming,
And the moon gave no light!

Ye are dearer to youth, than the rich red
They sobb’d and they sigh’d,

And they bitterly cried,

That glow in the August gloaming!
And the poor little things,
They laid down and died.

For they tell with their glorious spikes of gold

Of a hope that has ripened to glory :
And when they were dead,

But green leaves whisper a hope untold,
The robins so red

And fond youth lists to the story!
•Brought strawberry leaves,

All The Year Round.
And over them spread;
And all the day long,
They sang them this song,
Poor babes in the wood!
Poor babes in the wood!

And don't you remember
The babes in the wood ?

THROUGH April tears, from Heaven's gate, she

came Popular Rhymes.

To greening Earth : and straight the violet

blooms Shed fragrant incense 'neath her winged feet,

And hawthorns Aushed, and amber cowslips MEMORY.


Their nodding bells, and periwinkles blue How oft, in silence, secretly, alone,

| Their stars unfolded. And the yellow globes We wander back along the travelled road Of king-cups quivered, and the daisies white Of life which lies behind us! There we Snowed all the meads, and reddening orchids strode

blushed, With buoyant step ; and there, with many a And all the Flower Kingdom hailed the Spring.

groan, We picked a painful way from stone to stone, Which barred our path : one while a weary

Then shone a golden sun-gleam through the hill

storm Defeated ardour; then, again, a rill

Upon the rainbow-goddess as she few In brightness cheered us. All are past and gone,

From Heaven to Earth, gilding her flowing

hair, But not forgotten. Standing, as we seem, Beside the wall which hides futurity,

Her locks ambrosial, with a halo bright, The long-lost past behind us gives a hope

Tinging her snow-white foot with roscate kiss, And faithful promise of security,

Lighting with loveliness her pansy eyes, But none of ease; or else there were no scope

And making emerald and amethyst

Her ever-changing dress. Rich rubies glowed For trust in God, and life were but a dream.

Amid her tresses; purple sapphires gleamed
Chambers' Journal.

Upon her milk-white breast, and opals pure
With rose-spark hidden in their fiery depth
Lent lustre to her brow.



Forth burst the choir

Of birds exultant with a pæan sweet THE sweet leaves, the fresh leaves, the young. Of welcomes to their Queen ; the brown thrush green leaves,

sat The leaves in the sunshine growing;

And trilled and quavered on the almond bough; Whilst the martin twitters beneath the eaves, The velvet-coated blackbird tuned his flute And the cowslip bells are blowing!

On snowy cherry-spray; the bullfinch piped

And whistled mid the pale-pink apple-blooms, The dormouse awakes from his winter sleep, And Flower, and Bird, and Man all hailed the And the black merle pipes on the cherry;


All The Year Round.

From The Contemporary Review. I chosen books and guides, and of his own THE YOUNGER VANE.

imperious, working intellect, and sleepSir Henry VANE, known to history as less dialectical faculty. Born in 1612, he the younger Vane, and to most people passed from boyhood into youth at the solely as the man to whom Cromwell very time when the Puritan fervour was said, “ Sir Harry Vane, Sir Harry Vane, reaching its climax in England ; and the the Lord deliver me from Sir Harry fact that every influence immediately surVane," was a characteristic figure in the rounding him would be directed to check English Revolution of the seventeenth and discountenance Puritanism, was like. century, a living epistle of much that was ly to predispose the logically intrepid and characteristic, memorable, and curious in wilful boy in its favour. He was of an English Puritanism. The writing about ancient stock; one of his ancestors had him is not satisfactory. Vituperation, received knighthood for bravery on the ample in quantity and vigorous in qual field of Poictiers ; his father was a prosity, you have from Clarendon and his his- perous and pliant courtier. He was himtorical fraternity, whose account of Vane, self the polar opposite of all that this lintoned down a little, is substantially adopt-eage and parentage would lead us to exed in the Biographia Britannica; com- pect. History might be ransacked in mendation has recently abounded on both vain for a pair of men so antithetically in sides of the Atlantic, Mr. C. Wentworth contrast with each other as Sir Harry Upham and Mr. Forster strenuously ex- Vane the father and Sir Harry Vane the erting themselves to depict him as a son. The father was incapable of standfaultless hero and Puritan Washington, ing erect; the son was incapable of bowin contrast with the traitorous dissimu-ing or bending : the father could adapt lator Oliver Cromwell: but fairness is himself to any hole, round or square ; the absent on the one side, discrimination on son could never find any hole that would the other. Clarendon, having been Vane's quite suit him: the son could adjust himbitter enemy during his life, was not like self neither to Charles I. nor to Oliver ly to do his memory justice; but Claren- Cromwell; the father smirked, and ate don's portrait-sketches are sharp; he has good things, and made himself generally an eye for a man's distinctive quality; useful under Charles, under the Parliaand his language is eloquent. You can ment, and under the Protector! They discover the true Vane in Clarendon's seem to have remained on the best of portrait, though the “jaundiced eye” of terms all their lives, a circumstance due, the artist has quenched the white and red I suppose, to the totality of their differof honest health, and substituted a false ence. The father could tolerate all prinand sickly hue. In the favourable biog-ciples because he had none; the son raphies the figure of Vane seems to float could not quarrel with, or complain of, waveringly on a reflecting surface of wa- his father, because his most vehemently tery panegyric; you fail to trace a deter- asserted principles never evoked contraminate outline, or to form an idea of the diction. It might be interesting to know flesh-and-bone Sir Harry, as distinguished whether the extremes of flexibility and from an abstract of political perfection inflexibility have alternated in the chiefs prefiguring the sublimities of the Amer- of the house of Vane from the days of old ican constitution. The reader of the Howel ap Vane of Monmouthshire, the modern eulogistic biographies of Vane is first recorded progenitor of the Knight of not unlikely to repeat the prayer of Crom- Poictiers, until now. That the race has well.

had tough vitality is unquestionable, for Henry Vane comes before us from the at this hour the Vane blood runs in seyfirst as pointedly original. From the age eral of our ducal and lordly families, and of fifteen he was a law unto himself. The the Duke of Cleveland is a lineal deinfluence of his father, his relatives, and scendant of Sir Harry. the court-circle in which he moved, was! Till fifteen, Vane tells us, he lived the weak in comparison with that of self-life of a worldling and “good fellow ;

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