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MENTAL AND BODILY.
GOOD-NATURE IN WOMEN.
commendable: always, indeed, except-. Good-hearted women never begrudge ing such doctrines as affect the feelings others anything—but fine clothes and and sentiments, which he should ever husbands.
keep "garner'd up" in his “heart of SYMPATHY OF MEN AND WOMEN. hearts;' and also, always excepting the Men have more sympathy with others' swallowing of certain substances, so very prosperity-women with their adversity. peculiar in themselves, and so strictly
RECIPROCITY OF FEELING. national, that the undisciplined palate of What Gustavus admired in Beata was the foreigner instinctively and utterly simply that he fancied she liked him, rejects them, such as the frog of your and had the five hundred millions of Frenchman--the garlic of your Spaniard women who adorn the face of the earth - the compounds termed sausages of done the same, he would have felt bound your Cockney--the haggisof your Scotchto reciprocate the feeling to all.
man--the train oil of your Russian. Those whom one sees constantly, are He has but little of the ardent spirit the best judges of one's temper ; those of boyhood, or the mounting spirit of whom one sees rarely, of one's talents. manhood in him, who can quietly seat
There are few persons who would not himself by his father's hearth, dear though rather be loved than respected.
it be, until that hearth, by virtue of in
heritance becomes his own, without a THOUGHTS ON TRAVELLING, wish to see how the world wags beyond
the walls of his native town. How
mulish and uncompromising he groweth It is a wholesome thing to be what is up! How very indocile and incredulous commonly termed “kicked about the he becometh! To him localities are world.” Not literally “kicked" -- not truths-right is wrong and wrong is forcibly propelled by innumerable feet right, just as they fall in with or differ from village to village, from town to from the customs of his district ; and all town, or from country to country, which that is rare or curious, or strange or can be neither wholesome nor agreeable; wonderful, or different from what he has but knocked about, tossed about, irregu- been accustomed to, is measured by the larly jostled over the principal portions of petty standard of his own experience, the two hemispheres; sleeping hard and and dogmatically censured or praised soft, living well when you can, and learn- accordingly. Such men are incurable, ing to take what is barely edible and port- and what is worse, legal nuisances—they able ungrumblingly when there is no help can neither be abated by law nor logic. for it. Certes, the departure from home I like human nature of quite a different and old usages is any thing but pleasant, pattern. A boy, especially, is all the especially at the outset. It is a sort of better for a strong infusion of credulity secondary "weaning" which the juvenile in his composition. He should swallow has to undergo; but like the first process an hyperbole unhesitatingly, and digest he is all the healthier and hardier when it without difficulty. It is better for a it is over. In this way, it is a whole- juvenile to be ingenuous than ingenious, some thing to be tossed about the world. It is better for him to study Baron MunTo form odd acquaintance in ships, chausen than Poor Richard's Maxims. on the decks of steam boats and tops of The Baron's inventions fertilize his imacoaches; to pick up temporary companions gination without injuring his love of on turnpikes, or by hedge-sides; to see truth; Poor Richard's truisms teach him humanity in the rough, and learn what nothing but that cold worldly wisdom he stuff life is made of in different places; to is almost sure to learn, and learn too mark the shades and points of distinction soon. Strong drink is not for babes and in men, manners, customs, cookery, and sucklings ; neither is miserly, hardother important matters as you stroll hearted proverbs—“a penny saved is a along What an universal toleration it penny earned”- "-a groat a day is a pound begets! How it improves and enlarges a year,” and such-like arithmetical wisa man's physical and intellectual tastes dom. Keep it from them : it takes the and capacities ! How diminutively local edge off their young sensibilities, and and ridiculously lilliputian seem his sets them calculating their charities. former experiences ! He is now no They will learn selfishness soon enough longer bigoted to a doctrine or a dish, without taking regular lessons. The but can fall in with one, or eat of the good Samaritan, honest man, cared not other, however strange and foreign, with a fig-leaf for such axioms, or he too a facility that truly comfortable and would have “ passed by ou the other
Not that I mean to question the utility heavily on thee! Many a blush and of arithmetical studies for children, or bruise La Perouse and Captain Cook cost inculcate the neglect of worthy proficients thee-ill.used member-unfortunate exor professors therein. Hutton, Tinwell, tremity. Bonnycastle, or more ancient Cocker ;- But I was incorrigible. Blows and far from it, I have too severely ere now admonitions were equally unavailable. I experienced the ill-effects of slighting the did not see or feel the moral justice of multiplication table and the other loftier either one or the other ; they were to me branches of arithmetic; but I could not things of course necessities, not judicithen help it. I was a great traveller ous punishments ; inevitable when a boy, though not in the body; quences, which must be endured and in imagination I had circumnavigated could not be avoided; and the next day the globe. A book of voyages and travels I was again amongst my old friends the was to me better than a holiday ; and I islanders, tattooing warriors, roasting devoured the pages of Wallis, Cart- dogs, and marvelling how such "strange wright, Byron, and other navigators flesh” would eat when cooked, or per. with an appetite that now seems to me forming any other equally curious or to have been really preternatural. How ingenious operations. When not readI used to trudge away, not unwillingly ing I was dreaming. From the hubbub to school, if I had only Robinson Crusoe of the school I could transport myself in (which was then a most veritable and a twinkling to some fair Oiaheitan islem authentic document) smuggled away in some speck of verdure that "lit the ocean my satchel amidst grammars, diction- with a smile,” where summer,
and gentle aries, and other necessary and disagree- gales, and beauteous flowers, and odori. able productions. Then Cook's Voyages ! ferous spices were perpetual; and there, What an ocean of pleasure to me were his where “ feathery cocoas fringed the bay, ocean wanderings! How did they divide, would I lay myself down and watch the or rather completely abstract my faculties breaking of the waves upon the sparkling from subtraction, multiplication, or divi- shore, until the tumbling of a slate or sion (short or long)! I was sailing far book, or the harsh growl of the master, away, in the good ship Endeavour, over startled me from my day-dream and the illimitable Pacific, --what were vulgar brought me to a sense of things more fractions to me? I coasted through the immediate and material. Friendly Islands and took no heed of sessed in a high degree the happy faculty decimals; and, as far at least as I was of abstraction-a faculty that can transconcerned, arithmetical progression be. plant you in an instant from the dullest came stationary. I might be ostensibly scenes and company to the brightest and in practice; but my practice was to go gayest and in a few moments I was on indulging in stolen sweets s from again “all abroad "-listening to the roar morn till noon, from noon till dewy eve,' of Niagara-scrambling over the blue until the awful hour of retribution ar- mountains of Jamaica-lolling in the rived, and I was called upon to exhibit orange groves of the Indies, – until, the sum total of my day's industry. This after years of wandering I would fancy generally consisted of one or more ques- myself returning to anxious friends and tions “cabbaged” or stolen from some old companions ; of my precursors in those difficulties.
“ When the flower was in the bud, and the Sometimes they passed muster; but oh !
leaf upon the tree, the opaque darkness—the cheerless, hope. With the lark to sing me hame to my ain less, mental blindness in which I found
countree.” myself enveloped whenever my worthy What was the petty pain of a few blows teacher requested me to “shew how I (I never felt the disgrace) to such visions came by the answer.' How I came by of delight ? Nothing. And so I conit in one sense-how improperly and tinued-a boy inured to stripes, and feloniously I came by it, I knew full well; utterly destitute of all marks or orders of but as for establishing any legitimate merit—the tail of my class—the superlaclaim to the product, as for shewing by tive degree of comparison for idleness and any given process how the answer could inability. No "specimen” of my probe correctly deduced from the premises, ficiency in the heart of chirography was it was only a waste of his time and mine ever exhibited before company in the to request such a thing. Then poor left parlour of my parents; nor hand, came thy trial—“ not for thine " When friends were met, and goblets own demerits but for mine,” fell blows
crown'd," from supple cane or leathern thong right was I ever called upon, like other boys,
But I pos
to exemplify the beauties of the British solved into the lifeless one, and we bePoets by my juvenile powers of reci- come-a dream, a recollection, a dimly-) tation.
remembered thing, of whom perchance, I have travelled much in reality since some singular custom or odd saying is then, and beheld with the corporeal eye recorded, at intervals, for a brief space many of the scenes and places that looked of time, and then (10 all worldly intents so surpassingly fair to my inward vision and purposes) we are as if we had never in former times. I have become “ fami. been ! liar with strange faces,” and have made There is, however, to counterbalance friends and acquaintances in far-off coun- the many pleasures and advantages of tries. But time and the world have travelling, one peculiar, unpleasant sensadone their usual work with me as with tion, which nearly all who have journeyed others. I am changed-vilely sophisti- must have felt. It is, in passing away cated; the smoke of cities is upon my from any place where you have been soul, and innumerable trivial sensualities warmly welcomed and hospitably treated, have imperceptibly clogged the elastic where you have interchanged good offices, spring of the spirit within me. To enjoy and eat and drank and held pleasant comthe company of old mother nature now, .munion with kindly pieces of humanity I must have “all appliances, and means --the thought that you pass away for to boot”-be easy and comfortable, nei- ever--that you will see them no more! ther hungry nor athirst, instead of seek. Their joys or sorrows, their smiles or ing her in every form and mood as of tears, are thenceforward nothing to you yore. But this is the way, more or less, you have no further portion in them with us all. As we grow up, we acquire you will know them no more! It is, in an unconscious preference for art above truth, a most unpleasant feeling; but a nature—we love the country less and the man had better suffer from it, than be town more, and shady, walks and "hedge without it. I do not, however, relish rows green
are forsaken for well-paved that easily excited, indiscriminating kindstreets and public promenades. We ness, awakened on every occasion ; that muddle our brains with politics and poli- unvarying civility that ready-made tical economy, and form attachments to sympathy so common in this world of newspapers and distilled and fermented I dislike your polite smilers, on liquors that it is often difficult to shake first acquaintance; fellows who will shake off. Oh the lamentable deterioration of you by the hand, bow, and smile at meethuman nature ! We are the antipodes ing; and shake you by the hand, bow, (to our disadvantage) of even the de- and smile at parting, with equal indifferspised caterpillar tribe. We do not ex- ence. Though not altogether to be compand from the grub into the butterfly, mended, I rather prefer their opposites but degenerate from the butterfly into the race of unapproachables; persons the grub. When boys— or wingless of cloudy and uninviting aspects, who butterflies - we disport, in the free air station themselves in the less frequented and sunshine, clad in the hues of health, parts of steam-boats, and odd corners of and as free from care or trouble as the stage coaches ; who speak when they lilies of the field. Every returning day cannot help it, and with whom a civil brings animation and enjoyment- sentence seems the prelude to suffocation.
When the ice is once broken, when you “ Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health in the gale, and freshness in the stream.” do get acquainted with them, there is
often much good fruit under the rough until the remorseless usages of the world rind; and when the time for separating apprentice us to doctors, tailors, lawyers, arrives, they look half sulky, half sorrow. merchants, shipwrights, sugar-bakers, &c. ful, as they give you their hand—as much to be initiated into their respective mys- as to say, we might have been better teries; we grow up to be sallow, bearded friends, but your road lies that men-we herd together in cities mine this, and so-good-bye. I would monotonously slink day after day from be bail for one of those personages ; the dull obscurity of our dwellings would put my hand to a bond for him, through dirty lanes and dusky alleys to (which I look upon to be the extreme our strange occupations, and then crawl test of human confidence), but for your back again—we snarl at and undermine ever-ready smilers, they have, in general, each other—we play with unbecoming no more heart than an infantile cabbage zeal“ much ado about nothing ” for a few all leaves and husk, husk and leaves years—we die some day just when we did “let no such men be trusted." not want to do so--the living clod is re
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OF FICTION, POETRY, HISTORY, AND GENERAL LITERATURE.
Few are the spots so deathly still,
So wrapt in dim, eternal gloom ;
A voiceless silence seems to fill
The air around that liquid tomb.
The ivy creepeth to and fro,
Along the arching boughs that meet,
In blackness that can ne'er retreat.
For there the sunbeams never shine, The vaulted chambers of the dead
That sullen lake beholds no sky; Scarce fill the soul with half that dread
No moonbeam drops its silvery line, You feel when standing under these. No star looks there with eye benign,
The hooting white owl hurries by. Within its centre stands a lake,
Which over-hanging umbrage darkens, The huntsman passes on with speed, No deep-voiced wind those boughs can The hounds howl low and seem to fear it, shake,
The fox makes for the open mead, Ruffle the water's face, or break
Full in the front of man and steed, The stillness there, that ever hearkens. He will not dare to shelter near it. No flowers within its deep dells grow; No woodman's axe is heard to sound The birds fly over it in fear;
Within that forest night or day, The antique roots above it bow,
No human footstep dents the ground, The newt, and toad, crawl on below, No voice disturbs the deep profound, The black snake also feedeth there. No living soul dare through it stray.
For shrieks are heard there in the night, THE ROMANCE OF FRENCH And wailings of a little child ;
HISTORY And horrid streams of ghastly light Have flashed upon the traveller's sight, The period of French history to which When passing by that forest wild. the following sketch relates, is rendered
memorable by the following incidents :For there hath human blood been shed, Charles the sixth fell suddenly into a
Beside the tangling bramble's brake; state of phrenzy, which rendered him And still they say the murdered dead, incapable of exercising his authority; Rise nightly from their watery bed, and, though he recovered from this disAnd wander round the Haunted Lake. order, he was so subject to relapses, that
his judgment was gradually, but sensibly They say, she is a lady fair,
impaired. The administration of affairs In silken robes superbly dressid ; was disputed between his brother Louis, With large bright eyes that wildly glare, duke of Orleans, and his cousin John, While clotted locks of long black hair, duke of Burgundy. The latter procured Fall o'er the infant at her breast. his rival to be assassinated in the streets
of Paris. The Count d'Armagnac, She speaks not, but her white hand raises, brother-in-law of the murdered prince,
And to the lake with pointed finger seized great treasures which queen IsaBeckons the step of him who gazes ; belle had amassed, and when she exThen shrieking seeks the leafy mazes, pressed her displeasure at this injury, he Leaving a lurid light to linger. inspired into the weak mind of the king
some jealousies concerning her conduct, But who she is no one can tell,
and induced him to seize, put to the Nor who her murderer may be torture, and afterward throw into the But one beside that wood does dwell, Seine, Bois Bourdon, her favourite, On whom suspicion lately fell,
whom he accused of a commerce of galA rich unhappy lord is he.
lantry with that princess. During these
internal dissensions, the invasion by In a large hall he lives alone,
England, the victory at Agincourt, the No servant with him dares to stay; disinheritance of the dauphin, and the For shriek, and yell, and piercing groan, marriage of his sister to Henry the fifth, And infant's cry, and woman's moan, occurred. After that monarch's demise, Ring through those chambers night she married Owen Tudor (the father of and day.
Henry the seventh) king of England by
the extinction of the line of York in'the He is indeed a wretched man!
person of Richard the third. [For far.. And wrings his hands, and beats his ther particulars respecting these events, breast;
the reader is referred to Brantome, and His cheeks are sunken, thin and wan, the Chronicles of Monstrelet. ] Remorse has long deep furrows ran Across his brow he cannot rest.
(1422.] He sometimes wanders round the wood,
Or stands and listens by its side, THERE was a crowd before the great Or seats him by a meadow-flood,
gate of the Hotel Saint Paul. It was And tries to wash away the blood evening, and by the lurid light of torches With which his hands seem ever dyed. and flambeaux was seen a litter deposited
upon the ground, surrounded by pages, He speaks not unto living soul :
yeomen and domestics, wearing violetOh ! how an infant makes him quake, coloured robes, with the arms of France For then his eye-balls wildly roll, and England emblazoned on them, they As though they would his thoughts con- whispered to each other beneath the vestroul,
tibule, while around the litter were They say he knows the Haunted Lake. grouped some stout English men-at-arms,
who, with sad and mournful visages, sat
motionless upon their well-trained desThere is a pleasure in tender sensations, triers. No noise or disorder was witwhich far surpasses any that ill-natured nessed in the vast crowd, which was ones are capable of creating.
ranged under the wall opposite the gate He that would act steadily, must think of the palace. When any passenger, solidly.
attracted by the sight, turned out of the
A KING OF FRANCE.