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and the remnants of an unfinished meal His mates are gone, and he
in a colored handkerchief under the other. For mist can hardly see
As the plot of the play begins to thicken A strange wayfarer coming to his side,

Who hade him loose his boat, and fix his their appetites grow sharp, having not


oar, been sufficiently stuffed at noon.

And row him straightway to the further their greatest concern is how they may

shore, be satisfied with decency and decorum, And wait while he did there a space abide. that no curious neighbor may discover The fisher awed obeys, their treasure and long for a morsel. That voice had note so clear of sweet comThus restrained by the orderly manage

mand; ment of their portable larder, it is impos- Through pouring tide he pulls and drizzling sible for them to have any regard to the

haze, business of the stage. But by that time And sets his freight ashore on Thorney strand. the poet begins to unravel his design by

The minster's outlined mass an artful catastrophe, which strikes an Rose dim from the morass, attentive silence upon the sensible part of And thitherward the stranger took his way. the audience. Their patural cloak-bags Lo, on a sudden all the Pile is bright! are filled for a journey; they stretch, and Nave, choir and transept glorified with light, cry, “Lord! when will these tiresome peo- While tongues of fire on coign and carving ple have done? I wish we had a dance,

play! and were a-bed.'” It will thus be seen

And heavenly odors fair there were no "refreshment bars"

Come streaming with the floods of glory in,

in those days. Finally, the state of the As if the reign of joy did now begin.

And carols Goat along the happy air stage, and the profaneness and indecency of the players, seemed at this time to be Then all again is dark, running riot, and challenged the interfer- And by the fisher's bark ence of all proper persons. Vigorous The unknown passenger returning stands. efforts were made to restrain and chastise O Saxon fisher ! thou hast had with thee them in "A Refutation of the Apology for so saith he, blessing him with outspread

The fisher from the Lake of Galilee the Actors,” published in the Camden

hands; Miscellany (1703).

Then fades, but speaks the while :
At dawn thou to King Sebert shalt relate
How his Saint Peter's Church in Thorney


Peter, his friend, with light did consecrate.
From The Nineteenth Century.

Twelve hundred years and more

Along the holy floor

Pageants have pass'd, and tombs of mighty July 25, 1881.


Efface the humbler graves of Sebert's line, WHAT! for a term so scant

And, as years sped, the minster-aisles Our shining visitant

divine Cheer'd us, and now is pass'd into the night?

Grew used to the approach of Glory's wings. Couldst thou no better keep, O Abbey old,

Arts came, and arms, and law,
The boon to thy foundation-hour foretold,

And majesty, and sacred form and fear;
The presence of that gracious inmate, light?
A child of light appear’d,

Only that primal guest the fisher saw,
Hither he came, late-born, and long desired,

Light, only light, was slow to re-appear. And to men's hearts this ancient place en- The Saviour's happy light, dear'd;

Wherewith at first was dight What, is the happy glow so soon expired ? His boon of life and immortality,

In desert ice of subtleties was spent - Rough was the winter eve;

Or drown'd in mists of childish wonderment, Their craft the fishers leave, And down over the Thames the darkness drew. Fond fancies here, there false philosophy!

And harsh the temper grew One still Jags last, and turns, and eyes the Of men whose minds were darken'd and astray, Pile

And scarce the boon of life could struggle Huge in the gloom, across in Thorney Isle, King Sebert's work, the wondrous Minster For lack of light which should the boon con



vey. 'Tis Lambeth now, where then They moor'd their boats among the bulrush Yet in this latter time stems ;

That promise of the prime And that new ininster in the matted fen, Seem'd to come true at last, O Abbey old ! The world-famed Abbey by the westering It seem'd a child of light did bring the Thames,



Foreshown thee in thy consecration hour, And light's fair nursling languor first invades, And in thy courts his shining freight un- And then the crowning impotence of death.

roll'd :
Bright wits, and instinct sure,

But hush! This mournful strain,
And goodness warm, and truth without alloy, Which would of death complain,
And temper sweet, and love of all things The oracle forbade, not ill inspired.

· That Pair, whose head did plan, whose And joy in light, and power to spread the joy.

hands did forge

The temple in the pure Parnassian gorge, And on that countenance bright Had finish'd, and a meed of price required. Shone oft so high a light,

“ Seven days,” the God replied, That to my mind there came how, long ago, “Live happy! then expect your perfect meed.” Lay on the hearth, amid a fiery ring,

Quiet in sleep, the seventh night, they died. The charm'd babe of the Eleusinian king – Death, death was judged the boon supreme His nurse, the Mighty Mother, will'd it so.

Warm in her breast, by day,
He slumber'd, and ambrosia balm'd the child ; And, truly, he who here
But all night long amid the flames he lay,

Hath run his bright career, Upon the hearth, and play'd with them, and And served men nobly, and acceptance found, smiled.

And borne to light and right his witness

high, But once, at midnight deep,

What can he better crave than then to die, His mother woke from sleep,

And wait the issue, sleeping underground? And saw her babe amidst the fire, and scream'd. Why should he pray to range

A sigh the Goddess gave, and with a frown Down the long age of truth that ripens slow, Pluck'd from the fire the child, and laid him And break his heart with all the baffling down ;

Then raised her face, and glory round her And all the tedious tossing to and fro?

The mourning stole no more

For this and that way swings Mantled her form, no more her head was The flux of mortal things, bow'd ;

Though moving inly to one far-off goal. But raiment of celestial sheen she wore,

What had our Arthur gain'd, to stop and And beauty fill'd her, and she spake aloud :

After light's term, a

of cecity,
“ O ignorant race of man !

A Church once large and then grown strait in Achieve your good who can,

soul? If your own hands the good begun undo?

To live, and see arise,
Had human cry not marr’d the work divine, alternating with wisdom's too short reign,
Immortal had I made this boy of mine;

Folly revived, re-furbish'd sophistries,
But now his head to death again. is due.
And I have now no power

And pullulating rites externe and vain ?
Unto this pious household to repay
Their kindness shown me in my wandering

Ay me! 'Tis deaf, that ear

Which joy'd my voice to hear !
- She spake, and from the portal pass'd away.

Yet would I not disturb thee from thy tomb,
Here sleeping in thine Abbey's friendly

The boy his nurse forgot,
And bore a mortal lot;

And the rough waves of life forever laid,

I would not break thy rest, nor change thy Long since, his name is heard on earth no

doom, In some chance battle on Cithæron side

Even as my father, thou, The nursling of the Mighty Mother died,

Even as that loved, that well-recorded friend, And went where all his fathers went before.

Hast thy commission done ; ye both may - On thee, too, in thy day Of childhood, Arthur, did some check have Wait for the leaven to work, the let to end.

power, That, radiant though thou wert, thou couldst

And thou, O Abbey grey,

Predestined to the ray
Bringer of heavenly light, a human hour? By this dear soul over thy precinct shed !

Fear not but that thy light once more shall
Therefore our happy guest

burn, Knew care, and knew unrest,

One day thine immemorial gleam return, And weakness warn'd him, and he fear'd de-Though sunk is now this bright, this gracious cline.

head! And to the grave he bore a cherish'd wife,

- Let but the light appear And men ignoble harass'd him with strife, And thy transfigured walls be touchi'd with And deadly airs his force did undermine.

flame, And from his Abbey fades

Our Arthur will again be present here, The sound beloved of his victorious breath; Again from lip to lip will pass his name.



but stay,

MAN'S INTERFERENCE WITH NATURE. nary service log another box which encloses That we find it difficult to trace some of our his own electrical apparatus. Into this lastcommon esculents and some also of our named box the mile spindle of the log is confavorite flowers to the wildings out of which tinued, and this is fitted with a cam wheel. they originated is a fact that strikingly illus- | The box is also divided into two parts by a trates the fundamentals of this subject. What vertical partition, through which passes a changes must have been wrought by centuries horizontal lever, or rod insulated from the of cultivation, selection, and crossing that we body of the apparatus, and turning upon a should lose the links between the wild origi- fixed centre. As the cam wheel revolves in nals and the cultivated forms that are familiar passing through the water, its projections to us! The point of importance is that we press down the lever whereby the electrical should recognize the beneficial results of the current is completed, and the distance trave process these plants have gone through, and elled is recorded by means of a battery on take assurance therefrom that our very ex- board the ship acting through the electric istence as civilized beings depends on main. cable by which the log is towed. The index taining their productive status. If we can im- dial may be placed in the captain's cabin, on agine all the work undone, and our sustenance deck, or, indeed, in any part of the ship. In to be made dependent on the spontaneous trials lately made near Portsmouth every products of the earth, we must see mankind quarter of a knot indicated by the dial was reduced to a condition of abject savagery, as checked by actual measurement, and found to in truth he may be seen even now in some be absolutely correct. We understand that parts of the world, crawling like a reptile, what may be termed the Kelway speed indihiding in holes of the earth, and living pre- cator is likely to be largely used in the British cariously on food that would be loathsome and navy as well as the mercantile marine. possibly injurious to a member of a civilized

Building and Engineering Times. society. It may not occur to every one of our readers that nature, considered as apart from man, is always laboring to restore this state of savagery. There can scarcely be a doubt that any class of garden plants left wholly to THE DISADVANTAGES OF COD-LIVER OIL the care of nature would either pass out of For Young CHILDREN. – According to the existence altogether, or revert to its original | Revue Médicale, the Council of Public Health wild form. We have italicized the words has recently submitted for the sanction of the “apart from man ” because man is a part of Academy of Medicine of Paris a report on the nature, and it is as natural for man to improve disadvantages of cod-liver oil adininistered to the plants that he finds useful as it is for him infants and young children. The commission to prefer the food that gratifies his palate to on the hygiene of infancy has not yet reported that which perhaps is nauseous. And as it is its opinion on this subject; but the accusain man's nature to improve his own conditions brought against this medicine by the tions of life, and make every kind of material Council of Hygiene are worth notice. All subservient to his plans of progress, he will be physicians are aware what disastrous influence likely to take care that the plants on which he is exercised on the health of young infants by relies for the subsistence of himself and the defective alimentation, and especially animal animals he has taken in hand with them for nourishment; fatty matters are as little suited systematic improvement, are not allowed to to the alimentation of the newly-born infants run back to their original unimproved condi. as albuminoids, excepting always casein, which tion.

exists normally in milk, and is found to be per. Gardener's Magazine.

fectly assimilable. In fact, in the first period of life, the juices necessary for emulsifying fatty matters are almost entirely wanting. The liver, in spite of its enormous development in

this stage of existence, secretes only a small AN ELECTRIC Ship’s Log. — Among the quantity of bile; and the researches of Langenmore recent applications of electricity to prac.dorf and Zweifel have proved that, in young tical purposes is that of attaching an electrical children, pancreatic juices possess an emulsive apparatus to a ship's log, and making it regis- power which is almost nil, or, at least, very ter with extreme accuracy the speed at which slightly marked. These physiological consid. the ship is inoving through the water. This erations sufficiently indicate that - far from ingenious arrangement owes its existence to being profitable to the infant — fatty matters, the inventive genius and skill of Mr. Kelway and especially cod-liver oil, can only injure its of Portsmouth. The inventor has affixed to health, and gravely compromise the integrity the lower part of the box containing an ordi- of its digestive functions.

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Or do they, a gracious breath, No fresh, young beauty, laughing.eyed,

Pervade the atmosphere of common life, Who reckons lovers by the score,

Softening the terror of the doom of death, But just a sweet old maid, who died

Lulling the fret and fever of the strife? While I was yet in pinafore.

Who knows, who knows? Our darlings from She lived upon the shady side

us glide : Of that old-fashioned country street; Imploring clasp and passionate prayer are A spreading chestnut greenly tried

vain; To screen the door of her retreat.

Our trust betrayed, missed aim, or shattered

pride, A tiny garden, trim and square ;

The great dumb river sweeps them to the

main. A snowy fight of steps above; And sweet suggestions in the air,

And yet, for something every gift is given, Of all the flowers the poets love.

Through age on age, so priest and poet

saith. Within the trellised porch there hung

Cling fast, fond hands; look up, true eyes, to

heaven: A parrot in a burnished cage; A foolish bird, whose mocking tongue

Through dusk and doubt hold to the saving

faith! Burlesqued the piping tones of age.


Tinsley's Magazine.
A branching apple-tree o'erspread

A rickety old garden seat;
No apples sure were e'er so red !

Or since have tasted half as sweet!

In Memory's enchanted land,

I see the gentle spinster yet,
With watering-pot in mittened hand,

Gaze proudly at her mignonette.

And when the spring had grown to June,

She'd sit beneath the apple-tree, And dream away the afternoon,

With some quaint volume on her knee

Three little curls I hold to-night,

Flaxen and brown and gold.
Tears fall over the tissue white

That gathers them in its fold,
As I unwrap them one by one,

Flaxen and brown and gold.

A gray-robed vision of repose,

A pleasant thought in Quaker guise ;
For truly she was one of those
Who carry heaven in their eyes.

Chambers' Journal.

Flaxen and brown and gold, so fair,

Clustered on pillows white,
Damp with the dews that gathered there,

Lay in one room all night.
Hearts seemed breaking when broke the morn

Over that lovely sight.

So they went out of our house alone,

Leaving it cold and bare;

Then I unfolded, one by one,

These little curls of hair;
Where do they go to — the ungranted prayers, Heart too full of its bitterness,
The baffled hope, lost love, and wasted Soul too full for a prayer !

yearning; The sweet vain dreams, the patient slighted

Three little heads press close to-night

Pillows all still and cold;
Cast on the tireless tide that has no turning ?
The sleepless nights, the weary, anxious days, Three little forms, in robes of white,
The eager joy that blossoms but for blight. Three little brows that used to wear

Under the turf and mould;
The mocking gleams that glitter on our ways,

Flaxen and brown and gold. To vanish in one moment of delighting ?

These are the treasures left to me,
Are they stored up in some great solemn All of my babes to hold;

But when I near the waves and see
Where Time holds for Eternity the key? Heavenly gates unfold,
As the rich hues, that in the westward sank, Their little brows I know will look
May sleep, enshrined beneath the sleeping Fairer 'neath crowns of gold.
sea ?


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