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to the statesman are pleasant. The sage our universal inmorality and cowardly untruth was evidently pleased by the attention than even in such sympathies. paid to him by Peel; but certainly their His views of French writers were simipolitics had little in common. Mr. Froude larly enlightened. " A new Phallus worprofesses to be a disciple of Carlyle's ship, with Sue, Balzac & Co. for prophets, i ereed," which, he says, saved him from and Madame Sand for a virgin," was his atheism and positivism, and taught him description of the great school of literathat the wise and good ought to govern, are which has influenced Europe far and the mass of mankind are only fit to more deeply than Carlyle ever did or ever be governed. He fails, however, to give will. any indication how the wise and good are As for the attitude of the “creed " to to be selected from the mass.
In reviewing the “Reministhe only indication of how the "creed " is to be put into practice that these volumes vective against Darwinism. With a can
we quoted Carlyle's violent inafford is an invitation given by the sage dor that does him credit, Mr. Froude now of Chelsea to Lord Wolseley of all people admits that the sage's antagonism to Dar. to play the part of Cromwell, or attempt win was based on the ground that his a sort of imitation of the 18th of Bru- views might be correct, and if they were, maire :
they would be fatal to the doctrines of He was much struck with Sir Garnet, and Ecclefechan. A “creed” which depends talked freely with him on many subjects.' He for its existence on the falsity of the docdescribed the House of Commons as "six trine of evolution is not likely to enjoy a hundred talking asses, set to make the laws long lise. and administer the concerns of the greatest empire the world has ever seen;" with other uncomplimentary phrases. When we rose to go, he said, Well, Sir, I am glad to have made your acquaintance, and I wish you well.
From The Antiquary. There is one duty which I hope may yet be WOLF-HUNTING IN ENGLAND. laid upon you before you leave this world – to lock the door of yonder place, and turn them
WOLVES, the last of the beasts of forest, all out about their business."
are said to have been a favorite object of
sport with the Britons and the Saxon So much for the creed”in its political chiefs; and in feudal times estates were aspect. Now for “the creed " in its rela. sometimes held by the serjeantry or sertions to literature. Take the great names vice of keeping wolf-dogs for the use of in the English literature of the nineteenth the king whenever he should visit the century: In the “ Reminiscences" we various districts in which those estates had sufficient evidence of Carlyle's appre lay. But a spirit of destruction as well ciation of Lamb and Coleridge. Words- as a spirit of preservation in respect of worth, we are assured over and over wolves, seems to have animated our fore. again, was a genuine, but small diluted fathers from an early period. The tax or man." Of Shelley Carlyle showed his tribute of three hundred wolves a year knowledge by writing to Sterling, “I do imposed by Edgar on the Welsh prince not say ghastly, for that is the character Judwal is well known to all; and though of your Puseyism, Shelleyism, etc.". For it did not succeed, and probably was not Keats he expresses equally profound con- meant to succeed, in exterminating these tempt :
animals in England, there can be no Milnes has written this year  a book doubt that it must have thinned their on Keats. This remark to make on it: “An
numbers very considerably, and driven attempt to make us eat dead dog by exquisite them, at least temporarily, from one of currying and cooking.” Won't eat it, A their favorite strongholds. Our old friend truly unwise little book. The kind of man the Charta Canuti makes mention of that Keats was gets ever more horrible to me. wolves in somewhat contemptuous terms, Force of hunger for pleasure of every kind, saying that nec foreste nec veneris haben. and want of all other force — that is a combi. tur, and ranking them, therefore, after nation! Such a structure of soul, it would wild boars, which were termed forest once have been very evident, was a chosen beasts though not beasts of "Vessel of Hell ;” and truly, for ever there is
in Blount's "Tenures of Land justice in that feeling. At present we try to love and pity, and even worship such a soul, wolves classed with “martens, cats, and and find the task rather easy, in our own souls other vermin,” for the destruction whereof there being enough of similarity. Away with dogs were to be kept by the tenant of it. There is perhaps no clearer evidence of certain lands in Pightesle (Pytchley),
Northamptonshire a place associated in wlich they removed in 1956, died more modern times with the pursuit of another than one hundred and fifty years before kind of animal. Mr. Harting, in the book Edward III. came to the throne. And to which we have already referred, says though Burton, in his Monasticon Eborathat in the half-century between 1327 and cense, which Mr. Harding follows, tells 1377, "while stringent measures were be. this story about the monks being forbiding devised for the destruction of wolves den to keep mastiffs, Conan's charter in all or most of the inhabited districts itself, if it be correctly given in Dugdale, which they frequented, in the less pop. contradicts him flatly in this matter. It ulous and more remote parts of the would appear that, far from "forbidding country, steps were taken by such of the them to use any mastiffs,” Conan exprincipal landowners as were fond of pressly commanded the monks to keep hunting to secure their own participation them. Such express command may, no in the sport of finding and killing them. doubt, fairly be deemed to show that, but In Edward III.'s time, Conan, Duke of for its insertion in the charter, the monks Brittany, in 1342, gave pasture for cattle would not have been allowed to hunt through all his new forest at Richmond in or disturb the wolves in Wensleydale. Yorkshire to the inmates of the Abbey of Though wolves survived in Scotland and Fors in Wensleydale, forbidding them to Ireland until about the middle of the last use any mast.ifs to drive the wolves from century, in England they probably became their pastures” (pp. 146, 147). The gen. extinct during Henry VII.'s reign. Man. eral statement with which the passage wood was, therefore, fully justified in sayı above quoted begins is, we dare say, true ing “wee haue none here in England, por enough; but the particular illustration I thinke we neuer shall haue in any of our which follows is unfortunate. Conan, Forests.” The season for wolf-hunting Duke of Brittany and Earl of Richmond, is said to have lasted from Christmas to who gave to the Abbey of Fors the valley Lady Day. watered by the Ure (Foreval, Jervaux), to
The following epitaph (believed to be un. In terrible convulsions, plaintive groans, or published in any generally accessible form), in
stupefying sleep, Bramfield Church, Suffolk, will interest stu
Without recovery of speech or senses, dents of “style :”
She died on the 12th day of Sept. in the year
of our Lord 1737, Between the remains of her brother Edward
And of her own age 44. And of her husband Arthur,
Spectator. Here lies the body of Bridgett Applewhaite. Once Bridgett Nelson.
SHAFT-SINKING IN QUICKSANDS.- A paper After the fatigues of a married life,
has been read by M. Haton de la Goupillière Borne by her with incredible patience
before the Société d'Encouragement upon the For four years and three-quarters, bating three system of sinking shafts in watery soils and weeks,
quicksands invented by Herr Poetsch, by means And after the enjoyment of the glorious free of hollow iron tubes with cutting sabots, sunk dom
in a circle round the well. Within these are Of an easy and unblemished widowhood, placed other smaller tubes pierced with holes, For four years and upwards
and through them a refrigerating liquid is She resolved to run the risk of a second mar- forced in a continuous current until the soil riage-bed;
all around is completely frozen, and thus the But death forbade the banns :
intrusion of the sand and water is prevented And having with an apoplectic dart
so as to allow the sinking of the main shaft. (The same instrument with which he had for. The plan has been adopted with great success merly
by Messrs. Siemens at their colliery at SchenDispatched her mother)
kendorf, in Prussia, where the vein of brown Touch’t the most vital part of her brain, coal is overlaid by a quicksand, making it very She must have fallen directly to the ground difficult to get at, for the shaft could not resist (As one thunder-stroo
the enormous pressure of the water. By ap. If she had not been catch’t and supported by plying Herr Poetsch's system, however, a great her intended husband.
wall of ice was gradually formed round the Of which invisible bruise,
shaft, causing such a low temperature that the After a struggle for above sixty hours
masses of sand before they arrived at the sur. With that grand enemy to life
face had to be thawed again. The quicksand (But the certain and merciful friend to helpless was completely subdued, and a very promising old age),
colliery developed in consequence.
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No. 2110.- November 29, 1884.
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The world went forth to hear;
Upon his burning words they hung,
Intent, with ravished ear.
Like other lives the life he led,
Men spake no word of blame :
And yet unblest, unprofited,
The world went on the same.
Another came, and lived, and wrought,
His heart all drawn above;
By deeds, and not by words, he taught
No eager crowds his preaching drew;
Yet one by one they came; Nay, these are pale who go
The secret of his power they knew, Down the grey shadows; each one, tired
And caught the sacred flame. Bearing a cross that galleth him full sore;
And all around, as morning light And blood of this doth flow,
Steals on with silent wing, And that one's pallid brows are rayed with
The world became more pure and bright, thorn,
And life a holier thing. And eyes are blind with weeping ever
Ah! Pastor, is thy heart full sore
At all this sin and strife ? Still they press onward fast,
Feed with the word, but oh I far more And the shades compass them; now, far Feed with a holy life. away,
W. W. B.
A woman bends over the suffering forms
Of her little children three; Large golden fruit and rainbow-colored As they toss and moan in their restless pain, flowers
Through scalding tears sings she,
“Whether they go or whether they stay,
And through tears she cannot hide,
My last loved one I lay,” says she, Nay, I shall look no more.
To-day by the children's side; Take thou my hands between thy firm fair But whether they go or whether they stay, hands
The dear Lord knoweth best alway.' And still their trembling, and I shall not weep:
A woman bends over her knitting, alone, Some day, the journey o'er,
Old and weary and worn; My feet shall tread the still safe evening But the raptured look on the wrinkled face lands,
Tells a patience heaven-born.
The dear Lord knoweth best alway.'
The cross she has borne for so long Will tread the path my feet walk wearily; Is exchanged for a crown, but we almost catch Some day the mists will break,
The refrain of her heavenly song: And sudden looking up, mine eyes shall | “Though heavy the burden, and long be the
The dear Lord knoweth best alway."
HELEN M. WINSLOW.
THE WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE.*
From The Edinburgh Review. M. Taine's unfeeling estimate may be set
the sympathy of Sainte-Beuve for POPE received the present homage of quintessence d'âme, cette goutte de his generation. For a time he basked in vif esprit dans du coton." the fullest sunshine of popular favor; but The beated atmosphere of personality during the last century the chill shadow in which Pope lived infected his literary of disrepute has rested on his name. The executors. From Warburton to Roscoe reaction was inevitable. He is the most his editors were partisans. They might un-English of our poets ; his merits are be friendly or hostile, they could not be exactly opposed to those of the succeed impartial. Each strove rather to demolish ing school. His work was one of disci- the opinions of his predecessors than to pline; he enforced the need of proportion; establish a true view of his author. The. he
gave laws to the anarchy of genius. ories, not sacts, were the battle.ground; For the varying clouds and gleams, which arguments, not enquiry, the weapons. constitute one of the charms of our litera. The text of their author was of secondary ture, he substituted the metallic brilliancy importance, relatively to the ventilation of of the classic model. There was truth in their own crotchets. Thus engaged, they the charge that English vigor was sacri- had neither leisure nor inclination for reficed to French netteté, thought to style, search. They embodied time-honored tracreative power to delicacy of workman. ditions, kept alive century-old slanders, ship. His drudgery of finish and patient accepted venerable inferences from insuflabor of composition were intolerable to ficient evidence or unsupported gossip. his successors; yet their easy, graceful Pope lay buried beneath the mass of use of their own language is an eloquent irrelevant or superfluous lumber which tribute to the genius they disparaged. To was piled upon him by the pompous pane. his detractors his poetry seemed townish, gyrics of Warburton, the miscellaneous courtly, artificial not genuine, ephemeral learning of Warton, the hasty prejudice pot universal, the poetry not of nature but of Bowles, the credulous adulation of of art, the offspring of the fashion to write Roscoe. verse rather than prose, and not of that A new edition in the place of the ramhigh-strung sensibility which compels the bling, discursive commentaries of previtrue poet into song. The adulation of his ous editors was urgently needed. Within admirers, who claimed for him a place by the last thirty years modern investigation the side of Shakespeare or of Milton, was has revealed more of the personal and even more dangerous to his reputation literary history of Pope than transpired than the depreciation of his enemies. The during the previous century. Not only controversy which raged round his name has new knowledge been obtained, but left his right to the title of poet in dispute the wells of information, which were once and threatened his prescriptive claim to so freely used, are proved to be poisoned correctness. His moral character inflamed at the very source. Impartiality bad be. the bitterness of the contest. Every part come easy. The personal enmities which of his life is beset with difficulties, or Pope's genius and satire provoked are obscured by mysteries, which involve his long forgotten; the bitterness of the litliterary position and bias the sober judg. erary contest that his name formerly ment of the critic with the scorn of the aroused is assuaged; the interval between moralist. Even French critics, from whom the present edition and that of Roscoe general appreciation might be expected, terminates the rivalry of successive edi. are divided. But of late years, against tors. There were newly discovered treas.
ures of correspondence to be published, * The Works of Alexander Pope. New Edition ; including several hundred unpublished letters and other
new results of enquiry to be incorporated new materials. Collected in part by the late Right with old material. It was full time to re. Hon. JOHN WIL;ON CROKER, with Ivtroduction and
move the reproach that Pope was the Notes by Rev. Whitwell Elwin and WILLIAM JOHN Courthope, M.A. Vols. i., ii., iii., iv., vi., vii., viii. worst-edited of English poets by offering London: 1875-1883.
the dispassionate criticism of editors who