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and seeming to call us to exert ourselves Wales. All our preparations were made, for her; and yet she strengthened us, and our luggage packed, and the day came for as we looked at her we gained courage. our departure, but on the morning of that Scarcely had she opened her dark blue eyes day we were roused earlier than usual : upon the world, before, on a cold foggy Edith had been very restless all night, and winter's night, we had to take her up and did not seem well. carry her away, we hardly knew whither The medical man, however, said that the - for still the clouds bung over us, and if indisposition was only very slight, and that all around us was dark, all before us was in a few days she would be quite well again. darker still. But, as we traversed our un- But our hearts told us he was wrong; and certain path, carrying our precious burden so it proved. She became gradually worse with us, she supported us more than we during the day; and when, in answer to supported her, and seemed visibly to con- our further anxious summons, the doctor nect us with that care which we had so often came again in the evening, he told us that been in danger of doubting.

there was no hope. The fatal croup had After a while the storm passed away, and got so firm a hold of our little darling, that all around us became as bright as it had no earthly power could release her; she previously been dark. Our home was very would continue to grow worse, and in a few happy, but Edith seemed to produce for us hours must inevitably die. more of that happiness than any other of Years have elapsed since that dreadful the many blessings for which we had to be sentence fell upon my ears; but even now, thankful.

as I think of it, I experience something of Our Heavenly Father had given her to the thrill of agony which the terrible words us as a star to cheer our darkness, but even caused at first. So sudden!. so overwhelmnow that the day had come she increased ing! In the morning, “ no fear.;” at night, its radiance not a little.

“no hope." She was soon able to run about and talk I have often heard the Turkish proverb, to us in her broken childish prattle, making - The Black Camel kneels at every man's herself easily understood, not only by us door;” but on this night, for the first time, but by others who were perfect strangers to I seemed to hear his steady tramp in the her. That she was surprisingly quick, in- distance approaching my dwelling. The telligent, and affectionate, was not the mere night passed slowly on; the little sufferer verdict of parental fondness, but a matter tossed about in our arms or upon her bed, of common remark with all who knew her. unable to remain at rest for more than a few There was nothing fairy-like or etherial seconds, and in the intense and lingering about her. She was a chubby, little, rosy- agony of her disease casting such appealing cheeked, blue-eyed, golden-haired child, looks to us for the help which she could no full of rough antics, and not unfrequently longer ask, and which she seemed to think displaying childish tempers; but there was we ought to give, as rent our hearts with a wonderful fascination about her, and her far greater pain than even the thought of influence upon us was almost magical. losing her occasioned. And with every Though unusually quick, she was in no re- moan and every convulsion of the features spect precocious, but thoroughly a child; there came the harrowing conviction that and yet somehow we seemed to learn much the worst had not yet come, and that the from her, and to be made better and more destroyer was but tightening his grasp upon trustful and hopeful by her presence. Par- our precious child; and ever that same ents teach children much, but do not chil- steady tramp fell upon my ear with increase dren teach parents a great deal more? ing distinctness. Nearer and nearer the

Nearly two years passed away. They Black Camel came, but at length we even were years of peace and prosperity un- became impatient that he approached no marked by any very notable incident. quicker. So heartrending were our baby's Meanwhile our little one was becoming more sufferings, that even we, who on the previand more firmly bound to our hearts until ous morning had thought life almost imposwe wondered how we had lived before she sible without her — we, who feared only was given to us, and scarcely dared to ask that we had idolized her, longed for her rehow we should live if she were taken from lease ; and were never so much disposed to

doubt our Father's care as when her agony The spring had come with all its fresh- was thus protracted. At long last it came. ness, and brightness, and promise, and for The poor little face turned cold and pallid; some weeks we had been meditating a so- the eyes, from whose dark blue depths so journ amongst the mountains of North much affection had beamed, became fixed

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65 and glassy ; the once ruby lips lost all their with so much pride the very day before her colour; the breathing became fainter; and, death. The drinking cup from which alone just' as the calm grey dawn of the summer's she would allow her poor parched lips to be morning looked into our sorrowful chamber, moistened during the protracted agony of a last gentle sigh passed through those pal- the last hours. The corals which had

enlid lips, and our little Edith was in Heaven. circled the bonnie neck, and the familiar The Black Camel knelt at our door for a frocks and pinafores which only seemed to moment, and, taking up his precious bur- be laid aside whilst she slept, to be put on den, passed on into the dim and distant again when she should presently awake. land, whither so many of our treasures have All brought fresh tears to our eyes, and been carried out of our sight. Our child was made the sense of loss weigh more heavily given to us for a while, just when our 'need upon our bearts. Oh! how desolate our was greatest; but, having cheered our sor- home seemed for a while. row, as perhaps only such a child could have But at length we became sensible that cheered us, and having strengthened our though the Black Camel had taken what faith in the Everlasting Love, her work was so precious, he had left behind what here was done, though it hardly seemed was not less so. In one sense, we seemed begun, and He who gave her to us called even to have more of Edith than we had her to something higher and nobler far, before. Her bodily presence was gone, and which even such a one was, by his grace yet we had reason to acknowledge with and mercy, fitted for.

deep thankfulness how true are the words

spoken by a great teacher of our day who “ He would have infant trebles ringing

knows well what he says — “ the children The glories of the great I AM;

whom God brings up for us are more to us He would have childish voices singing than those we bring up for ourselves; the The hallelujahs of the Lamb.” cradle empty blesses us more than the cra

dle filled.” 'Our child did not appear to be There is nothing out of the common way far far away from us in an unknown land. in this simple recital of our first loss. No It was as though the spirit, freed from the doubt almost every one who reads it could material body, got nearer to our spirit, and tell a similar story, for the proverb is true exerted upon us an influence such as was enough, “ The Black Camel kneels at every not possible before. It might be fancy, but man's door,” but the purpose I have at it was a fancy which wrought for us advanpresent before me is to remind such that tages which were anything but fanciful. there is more in the proverb than at first Perhaps she was amongst the ministering sight appears.

spirits commissioned from our Father. Å No doubt the notion which the Turks helpless little baby when she died, but now have, and which generally obtains, is that gifted with a power to do for us far more the Black Camel kneels to take up and bear than we could ever do for her. away as his burden what is most precious Often the thought of Edith has checked to us. Such, and such alone, was my feel- wrong feeling - given fervency to ing when our little girl was taken from us; prayers power to our faith, and reality but I have lived some years since then, and to the spiritual world as the thought of no have lived to learn that there is a deeper living child could do. She kept us from meaning in the saying, worth far more than doubting our Father's care when she travthat which lies on the surface.

elled with us in the first winter of her life, The Black Camel takes away our treas- but more so since she has gone to her home ure; but when he kneels at our door, does in heaven as we have travelled the rough he not many a time leave behind a still greater wilderness path without her. The Father treasure ?

who has our child in his keeping will surely What a blank we felt when Edith was no take care of us. The very fact that He longer visibly present with us. How our has taken her to his own bosom strengthens hearts sank as we went to one spot after our confidence in his willingness to befriend another which had become associated with us. For we have always felt that God reher, and found all vacant and still; when moved her, not only because He loved her, at every turn a chair, a toy, or some little but because He loved us.

We were sure article of dress attracted our notice. The that He gave her to us in his love, and little hat, beneath which we could still al- when she died we had no thought that the most see the flashing of her merry blue gift had been withdrawn in anger, but in eyes. The tiny boots which she had worn the same love as prompted Him to send it. for the first time, and which she showed us And then, was it not worth something to

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LIVING AGE.

have our thoughts drawn heavenward, as furnish for the same artist a hideous imperthey were drawn by our sainted child ? sonation of guilt. So much of our thought and affection had And so the infant that has been fondled been centred in her; and when she was upon the lap, the joy and hope of its parcalled away, that thought and affection ents, and the admiration of all — the very followed her to the better world.

light of the home, and seemingly essential A little while before her death, we had to its happiness — has, despite all affectionheard a story which has ever since had for ate and tender care, and wise counsel and us a special significance. Some years ago holy example, developed into a being of a party of friends were enjoying, on a fine such depravity as to be a curse to his famsummer's day, a boating excursion upon one ily, wringing with unutterable woe the of our inland lakes. Having gone a certain hearts that were once so proud of him; distance, one young lady declined to go and they have even mourned that he was further, saying that she would remain on not removed while yet in his innocence. one of the islands which studded the lake. It is very hard to have a child taken She was therefore left; but the party re- from our arms just when all its attractions are mained away longer than they intended, unfolding, and our whole being is wrapped and, a thick fog coming on, they were much up in it — but it is far more terrible to have afraid of losing her. At last, however, her a child spared to us until we cannot help clear voice was heard : “ Come this way, but see that it is lost for ever.

In the one father- - come this way.” The young lady case we have the confident hope of everis now in heaven; but still very often does lasting re-union, — in the other, we are cerher father hear the words repeated from tain that, should we enter heaven ourselves, the upper sanctuary, “Come this way, we must leave our child behind us for ever father come this way.”

in the outer darkness and the torments of Thus did we hear our little Edith calling the lost. to us scores of times from different parts of The first strong consolation which came the house ; still the sound rings in our ears, over our spirits, calming their agitation as frequently saving us from being too much the Saviour's “ Peace, be still,” calmed the absorbed with the visible present; and I storm upon the lake, softly whispered into confidently look forward to hearing it one our ears as by the Divine Spirit himself day when the sights of earth grow dim, and almost at the very moment when our darits sounds dull, and when it will be espe- ling ceased to breathe, was the words cially cheering to recognize the voice of my own child amongst the many that join to Safe, safe at home, where the rude tempter call from the heights of immortality.

comes not." Then further the Black Camel bore away our treasure, but it was to a place of greater Many a time now, as we sail over this safety. We have now a much more certain tempestuous sea of life, carrying our other prospect of {possessing that treasure eter- treasures with us, and trembling again and nally than we should have had if it had re- again lest the dashing waves of temptation mained with us upon earth.

should sweep them away, and they should It is undoubtedly a great joy to have our be submerged in the billows and lost to us children clustering around us here, but the for ever, it is very sweet to look up to our pavilion of our love is not safe from the en- Father's house, and think we have at least trance of the tempter, and all our strength one child safe there, the wildest storm cancannot shield them from those influences not reach her, and when we arrive on that which so frequently prevert the fairest dis- peaceful shore, she will be ours for ever. positions. We have so often seen early The transformation we shall behold in her promise end in shame and sorrow, that we will not be that of the pure and gentle cannot help sometimes shuddering to think child into the hardened and repulsive sin

become of the most lovely of our ner, but into the glorious angelic being, children.

radiant even amidst the radiance of heaven In more than the one case of which we - fit to occupy a place with those whose have all heard, the angelic countenance of white robes flash beneath the dazzling light the child, from which the light of truth and which beams from the Throne. affection has shone, and which the artist So long then as these things are so, is it has enthusiastically painted and hung up in not rather a matter for thankfulness that his studio as the type of boly innocence, God has thus made our treasure secure for has in a few short years, by the terrible us? Is it not worth our while to give up alchemy of vice, been so transformed as to resignedly and even thankfully the tempo

what may

rary possession of it, or rather the tempo- and which this messenger leaves only with rary sight of it (for, as I have said, we still those who are prepared to receive them. feel it to be ours), and especially consider- There is another thought which must not ing that we have in return for our privation escape us.

We have none of us done with the honour of feeling that one has taken this Black Camel yet. At least once more her place, in our name, in the glorious as he is certain to come, kneeling at our door sembly of the redeemed ? In the knowl- for the last time, no more to take away our edge of that fact there is, too, an incentive household gods, but to take ourselves, either to spiritual diligence which is a treasure from our treasures or to our treasures. If greater even than the honour. Shall our he has brought us nothing worth the having Edith be the only one bearing our name in when on former occasions he has visited us, that glorious host ? Shall she be there, then he will take us forever from our treasand they from whom she took the name be ures when he comes for the last time. absent ?

If the removal of our loved ones from our My reader, the Black Camel has knelt side has not done great things for us — at your door. I think I may fairly presume - giving us more meekness and submission this, if you have read so far, for these are weaning us from the world — strengthbut common-place words, very trite doubt- ening our faith in unchanging love — makless to those who do not need them, as ing the spirit world more real to us, and water is insipid to those who are not thirsty ; quickening our diligence in seeking for the and you have only read on line after line inheritance of the saints ; it must have harhoping to find some comfort and help for dened and soured us, and the gulf between yourself. The treasures carried from your us and our sainted friends must have been home (for the sable visitant has perhaps widened by every bereavement, so that at been more than once) were, I doubt not, length the Black Camel will come to carry quite as precious to you as was my little us for ever out of their reach, and the only Édith to me.

I hope you have also communication coming to us from their found that treasures have been left with blessed habitation will be, “ They which you for which you do not feel that you have would pass from hence to you cannot, neipaid too dearly. Whether this is so or not, ther can they pass to us that would come to a large extent depends upon yourself. from thence.” The greatest treasures

are sometimes Let you and me, then, who are weeping within our grasp, and we do not know it; because our children are not, seek in all and because we do not know it we allow lowliness and meekness to take the good them to pass away and we lose them. The things which our Father would send us angel comes, but we see in him only a through our sorrows, and as the Black stranger, and a stranger in no very win- Camel comes from time to time to our door some guise, and so we neglect to entertain he will greatly enrich and not impoverish him, and he who might have filled our home us; and when he halts at our dwelling for with blessing passes out of it dishonoured, the last time, it will be to bear us home taking back with him the gift he would fain where our loved ones are gathered, waiting have left. Oh! how much richer we should for us, and where all have been if we had only had the patience or the penetration to look beyond “ Hand in hand firm linked at last, the dress, or even the tones and manner of And heart with heart enfolded all, our visitors, and to discover their nature

We'll smile upon the troubled past, and their mission.

And wonder why we wept at all.' Never was camel burdened with gems and spices and costly merchandise so richly laden as the Black Camel which God sends to every man's door! And yet, because

From the Spectator. he comes with a demand for some of our

THE GENIUS OF SHAKESPEARE.* treasure, we shut our eyes to the good which he brings us, and often petulantly

MR. GRANT WHITE has made Shakesrefuse to have it.

peare a study of love, but of that love which Let us be wiser for the future, and as we

* Memoirs of the Life and Genius of Shakespeare; let him carry away out of our sight for a

with an Essay toward the Expression of his Gewhile our precious possessions, let us grate- nius, and an Account of the Rise and Progress of

By Richard Grant White. fully accept those gifts of unutterable value the English Drama.

London: Trübner. Boston (America): Little, Brown, which only such a messenger could bring, and Co.

W. C. P.

in cultivated Americans is one of the pleas- fessional audience waiting to listen to him, antest links between the Old World and not in every case in the most amiable disthe New. To say that the classical litera- position perhaps (for Shakespeare, although ture of England is loved by Americans his writings are so elevated, seems to inspire more than it is by ourselves would be a a furious desire to bite, and bite exceedingfeeble expression of the truth. Their love ly hard, in a certain number, at all events, takes the form of worship, even more than of of his devotees), but still with curiosity, and admiration. But Mr. White is an active pol- Mr. White is sufficiently armed and equipitician as well as an author, and the practi- ped to bear the brunt of curiosity, whether cal sagacity which this circumstance enables truculent or gracious. him to bring to bear, has in a great degree The Memoirs, as Mr. White perhaps a little preserved him from the disturbing and par- fancifully calls them, of Shakespeare, which alyzing effects of mere hero-worship. Mr. open the volume before us have one pecu, White is familiar with all that has been liar claim to attention. They are sifted and written on Shakespeare of any weight. At digested by a thoroughly practical man, all events you can trace the influence of whose sense of practical reality supplies him modern criticism, and the modern eclectic with an aditional critical faculty, and disspirit so prominent of late in America, in criminate for us all that commentators and almost every line of his work. He is at antiquaries have piled up respecting home in the broad views which look for the Shakespeare's life and antecedents. A coninfluences of race and what modern lights vected account, stripped of all accessories are pleased to call cosmic elements — is and individual views, of what is really that the word ? — as they come to a head known of Shakespeare, and compiled by a in some one individual. Thus, for instance, highly cultivated man of the world, may or Mr. White, who is great on the Anglo- may not excite controversy, - it will always Saxon greatness of America, is strong have a value of its own. Possibly Mr. Grant on the Anglo-Saxon greatness of Shakes- White may lay chief stress in his own mind peare. Shakespeare was of the Anglo-Sax- upon his own essay upon the Genius of ons, Anglo-Saxon, the truest expression of Shakespeare, which occupies the kernel of the the Anglo-Saxon genius, “even though his volume. At all events he speaks of his emogenius was not of an age, but for all time.” tions and hesitation, when shrinking back, “Only his race [the Anglo-Saxon race] as he essayed to measure with bis little line could have produced him, for a Celtic, a and

fathom, with his puny plummet, the vast Scandinavian, or even a German Shakes- profound of Shakespeare's genius.” The peare is inconceivable, and that race only man who has these feelings, and can express at the time when he appeared.” But if Mr. them with so much touching grace and apWhite is at home with the broader views, propriateness, must yet, after the struggle he is equally at home in the minuter details to overcome his natural sense of reluctance of criticism, and he shows a highly cultivat- to so great a task, think more of the undered appreciation of Shakespeare both as a taking in consequence of the effort which it critic accustomed to analyze the great mas- has cost him. This essay occupies a hundred ters in literature, and also as a man alive to and twenty pages, full of sound and delicate every natural beauty.

criticism, which of course we cannot underMr. Grant White's essay upon Shakespeare take to reproduce here. But we can atwill be read with a double interest in this tempt to give a general idea of the drift of country. This country abounds with Shakes- Mr. Wbite's views. He could not well perian scholars. If the men who have studied avoid saying, merely because it was so true, Shakespeare here with something of a pro that Shakespeare had genius, in contradisfessedly literary eye were gathered together, tinction with talent - genius being creative, they might possibly fill a small town, or per- talent adaptive, power but he improves haps populate a minute county. The same the truism by adding that " Shakespeare can hardly be said of any other English united in himself genius in its supremest classic, except perhaps Bacon. Two or nature and talent in its largest development, three men take to one author, one or two to adding to the peculiar and original powers another, and if they stick to it they become of his mind a certain dexterity and sagacity a sort of authorities on that subject, as, for in the use of them which are frequently the instance, Professor Masson on Milton, or Mr. handmaids of talent, but which are rarely Carlyle on Cromwell. But the number of found in company with genius.” And this students, and students with pretensions, upon is important as well as true. Shakespeare's Shakespeare is actually legion. And in talent in the true sense of the word is only this view Mr. White will find a large pro-) lost sight of in the greatness of his genius.

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