Zaidee many a time; but Angelina, verness, and I will send it away myto tell the truth, was now a little self." afraid.

After a pause of faltering indecision, “You know whether you were great Mrs Green took her pen once more. friends," said Zaidee impatiently. “But I know nothing of this governess “ If you were, you should say 'Dear you have not even told me her name Charlotte,' I suppose." .

- I can't tell if she will suit or not. “Oh, I assure you, I need no in- Pray, Zaidee, be content, and leave struction how to begin," said Mrs me till I can write by myself; it Green, with considerable offence; say- flurries me so, to have you here." ing which, in a handwriting which “Say she can read," said Zaidee could not have been distinguished from hurriedly, without at all heeding this Miss Disbrowe's own, or from the remonstrance," and write, but not handwriting of any of all Mrs Green's very well; and can work at her needle female correspondents, so exactly too, though not like Margaret or similar was its running angular lines Elizabeth; and I would be content to to theirs, Mrs Green began

do anything," continued the girl, un“My dearest Charlotte"

consciously appearing in the first (“I thought you were not very great person, as her face reddened with friends," said Zaidee, in astonishment. emotion and the tears came to her Angelina's rapid pen ran on)

eyes. “I would serve the children, "I cannot tell you how much de- and teach them all I could, and work lighted I am with what you tell me at what the lady wanted, and be very of your prospects. May you be happy, quiet and humble, and never angry; my sweet friend! for, alas! so bright and I do not want any money-only a lot does not fall to all; and I, who to let me go into their house into Lonhave now experience in life, know don-and keep me there." better than you can do, how bare it is " Zaidee, you !” Mrs Green's pen of all those blessings we expect when fell from her hand in the pause of we are girls. I know it becomes us utter dismayed astonishment which all to be thankful and submissive, and followed Zaidee's speech. I hope I fulfil my duty and try to be “ Yes, it is me," said Zaidee. “I so; but I do congratulate you, dearest cannot stay at home any more. I Charlotte, on your approaching union must go away somewhere, and you with the first object of your un- will do me good if you will send me withered affections—the man of your there. No one is to know. I want heart!"

to go where no one can find me again. Angelina paused--and so did Zaidee, I want to go away for ever and ever. out of breath.. Zaidee's interest was You need not cry, though it is very caught for the moment into another kind of you; for I should do a great channel. She looked up anxiously in wrong if I did not go away. Now in her friend's face. “Do you mean that you know it is me," continyou are not happy," said Zaidee wist- ued Zaidee, suddenly sitting down fully ; for since she came to know on a stool by the fire, with a sigh of wbat unhappiness was, a great pity weariness, “ you can say yourself had risen in Zaidee's heart. "And what I am able to do." Mr Green-he is so good a man, too. Pale with fright and agitation, the I like him myself."

Curate's wife sat looking at her, as “I wonder what you mean, Zaidee," she turned with a strange worn-out cried the Curate's wife in alarm. "I indifference to gaze into the fire. Mrs am sure I have not said a single word Green waited long for Zaidee looking of Mr Green. I am quite sure I did round again, that she might catch not mean anything-and he will come her eye; but Zaidee never looked in and see it, and think I am com- round. She seemed to have complaining of him. And it is all your pleted her revelation, and sat waiting fault, Zaidee Vivian. Oh, what shall passive and absorbed till her comI do?"

mands were obeyed. "You are not to put it away. “But I dare not do it, Zaidee,” Don't, if you please," said Zaidee. cried poor Angelina at last, almost " Tell the young lady about the go. hysterically. "I dare not for my y


a 't Zaidee withdrew her hand. “ If cow you please," she answered with solemn s

waposure; “ but I have told you suite's then what I must do."

“Oh, Zaidee, never say that-never think of that," cried Angelina, with

a shiver of terror. “I will do any.

' rou thing to put that dreadful thought

hi the out of your mind. Yes, I will —I

Wie wand will, indeed, whatever you like, Zai.

iten in dee. Tell me what to say." ...

vian It was some time before a letter eles en els to could be produced which satisfied

water Zaidee; but it was concluded at last, su Zaidee herself had relapsed into her

former quietness, but the Curate's .. help

wife trembled with agitation, embarand onde pool rassment, and terror. “What will I

say to Mr Green? What would Mr werd in Green say to me, if he knew wbat I ..

slidee's had done?” mourned Angelina, who

had at heart a devout belief in her h ami, trom husband, and respect for him. But

the thing was done, and Zaidee sat M w anot be before her, looking into the fire, with

when waking her face so pale, her air so self-occu-
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en but I sincerity so visible through all, that

ce for them Angelina's perceptions were quickeni dem : and ed into clearer insight than their notia could wont. " She could do it-she would

do anything she had made up her Wat he could mind to," concluded Mrs Green, look- wewe in great ing on, awe - stricken and afraid : wel **thing in for there was no possibility of doubt

indoc. I ing that Zaidee had made up her to hit tot know mind. How do any. She went away by-and-by, pacing

Il mat can I with her long quick dreamy steps along www bor horror the road-the letter in her bosom, and a nd quite the purpose firm in her heart. Poor trait, burst desolate heart-it throbbed so high

with its wild romance of love; for Zaiw iu Zaidee's dee's youth had been nourished with

hand upon dreams, and inspired with the breath

ua looked of those great heroisms which teach

Toll the us the secret of self-sacrifice. Zaidee will make knew His example, first of all, who

is mu lite," gave Himself, an unspeakable ransom, To what I can for a world of enemies; and Zaidee

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What is Metaphysic? Imagine a first troubled sleep, the creature, introut rudely taken out of a deep brown stead of saluting the first twinklings pool in a broad river, where it can of the bright morning sun with a clear either lie in luxurious ease, and wait serene joy, will no doubt preface its for the rolling worm, or, darting off in morning meal by another exploring its more lively moods, arrogate to itself, expedition. Every little creek, forwith a large unchartered liberty, the merly passed over, will now be wbole breadth of the clear many- minutely explored; every troubled plashing stream; imagine the smooth, eddy, indicative of the entrance of shining, rapid, well-conditioned crea- some meagre brooklet, a feeder of the tore suddenly lifted up from these stagnant water, will be shot through large waters, and transported into a with many an impatient dash; and garden pond of moderate dimensions; thelittle brooklet itself traversed eagerand then consider what will takely, till, scarcely affording water for so place. Do you conceive the finny large à traveller, it ends in a wateranimal will sit down at once, satisfied fall thinly plashing down a high stonewith its condition, and make no at- faced wall, over which, alas! to trout tempt to explore the character and of trout born, there is no leaping; for the boundaries of its new habitation? my lady certainly did not make her Assuredly no fish, though physiolo- pond in such a foolish fashion, that a gists say they have very small brains, bright-scaled tenant, once in, might by was ever so stupid. Depend upon it any possibility get out; except, of the creature will make many a des course, in the desperate suicidal way, perate bolt, and not a few magnificent which no wise fish will attempt, of leaps, and glorious plunges, before it leaping, with white - spotted belly, settles down contentedly in one quiet clean upon the dry grass and the nook of this very limited corner of the butter-cups. There is plainly no hope watery world, within which your for the fish to get beyond the watery human masterdom has confined it. boundary thus set; but the fish will Before it bas consumed its first worm not believe this, and ought not to bein this narrow tabernacle, it will cer- lieve it, till it has made every possible tainly have made the range of its trial to get out. After having made whole confinement, and, after poking these trials, however, it will begin to its nose against half-a-dozen ragged consider how best it may make the promontories, and blinding itself more most of its altered condition ; it will than once in unknown beds of slime first cease exploring, and then forget and reeds, will betake itself to its first even to grumble ; it will make a meal in somewhat of a sullen temper, minute and accurate survey of its and after dinner suffer, for the first time narrow realm, and learn to find out in its life perhaps, no doubtful indica- the admirable variety that to a scrutitions of incipient dyspepsy. Its first nising eye is revealed, even within the sleep in the new narrow world will, in limits of what to the first glance aplike manner, be troubled with very dis. peared a very weary and dreary agreeable dreams ; imaginations of monotony. In a word, it will gradugrinning vampyres and water-kelpies ally be developed out of a sullen grumsitting upon its stomach--of merciless bler, and a desperate kicker against the shepherd boys grasping its slippery pricks, into a very bland, benign, throat with firm band-and half-a- philosophic trout, talking to itself, dozen other sensations of pressure, like old Goethe, largely of the benefits stricture, and asthmatic anxiety about of limitation, and painting out in the chest. After waking from this imagination, with a mild artistic

Institutes of Metaphysic: the Theory of Knowing and Being. By JAMES F. FERRIER, A.B., Oxon., Professor of Moral Philosophy and Political Economy, St Andrews. 1854.

satisfaction, the dangers which arise terious life-tree, and see how it grows; to fish and men from too large liberty, who will elaborate for years a subtle and the various frightful accidents of theory of our vital growth, and pile it storm and flood.

up into a bright, intelligential palace of These things, to the non-metaphysi- absolute truth. One of these fullcal reader, may serve as an allegory. mailed, heavy-armed soldiers of speMetaphysics, according to our notion, culation is Professor Ferrier; and in is the science that teaches man the these days of light skirmishers and flylength of his tether. Philosophy ing riflemen, it is really a rare delight we use the word with Professor to greet an academic gentleman, in Ferrier and the Germans-is that full barness, striding, without any mosystem of reasoned first truths that desty, like a strong Ajax, into the teaches the delicate - plumed human bristling battle-field of abstract spesoul where and how far it can flap its culation with mighty paces — vakgà wings with comfort and prosperity. Blbás — and brandishing his huge, It teaches a man that he may not fly seven-hided shield in the face of a to the moon; that he cannot know whole army of Hectors, as lightly as what is not knowable; that he cannot if it were my lady's fan. Whether walk before his own nose, or leap ont Professor Ferrier be right or wrong of his own skin. In a word, it is the in the fundamental position of his strict, systematic, scientific statement subtle theory, may puzzle wiser heads of the ultimate circumambient and than those who swear by Reid and inherent necessities of our nature. Stewart to determine; but certainly

Many people have doubted whether he comes forth like a true metaphysisuch a science be possible ; the majo- cal knight, and magnifies his vocation rity certainly do not see the use of it, gloriously. No one will charge him, even if it were possible ; and what is as Hume, we believe, did Beattie, worst of all, very many of those who with dressing up " philosophy for the have attempted to establish it, instead ladies." of bringing out any clear and intelli- To those extremely practical and gible result, have only succeeded, like exclusively utilitarian people who will the poor fish whom we have symbol persist in asking, What is the use of ised, in raising a commotion among metaphysics ? we might content ourbeds of otherwise quiescent mud, and selves with replying by asking a blinding their own eyes with the re- wider question, What is the use of live sults of their own impertinent enter- ing? There is no use of living, beprise. But, despite of all such unfortu- cause living is an end and not a nate issues, man is a restless creature, means--a supreme télos, as Aristotle and must philosophise.* Eyes may is always saying, concerning which be blinded and noses may be broken, the question for what purpose (TÓ but the coast of our limited human OU ÉVEKEV) is not put by any sane man. thought must be surveyed, and the A cup exists for the sake of a draught; soundings of our little ocean register and a draught exists for the sake of ed. If it be vain to hope to know being drank; and drinking exists for everything, it were cowardly to try the sake of supporting life ; but life to know nothing. Wherever there is exists for no sake at all. It is. Men thought and aspiration, there must be love life for the sake of life, and for metaphysics of some kind. Most no ulterior purpose. For if you say men are content to carry it about that you love life that you may enjoy with them in a concrete form ; it may it, this adds no new idea, but merely be in the shape of a calmly enveloping expands that which we already posatmosphere, it may be in that of a rude, sess. For all life, in its normal state, dashing instinct : but there are men is pure enjoyment; and it is only by who will dig at the root of our mys- its normal state that the nature of

* Ilávtes ex@gw rol TOū udáver deixovtus puru-the first words of Aristotle's Metaphysics -a commonplace enough, no doubt ; but, common as it is, a sufficient statement of the ground why, in all ages, when there is a full and free development of mind, men, in some shape or other-poetry, perhaps, or theology-must at least attempt metaphysics.

anything can be accurately charac- tinguished from a tool; are perhaps livterised. Now, metaphysical investi- ing altogether at random, or in the gation requires no plea of utility any daily habit of mistaking a material more than life, of which, in fact, it is instrument for a moral purpose, a mere but one among many forms. As the machinery for a manufacture. For if life of a bird consists principally in the first result of metaphysical investiflying and singing, of a toad in creep- gation be, as we have just indicated, a ing, and of a weasel in running after merely negative one, to ascertain berats, and an ichneumon in breaking yond what limits the human mind cancrocodiles' eggs, so the life of certain not go, there comes out also, as the nepersons called metaphysicians consists cessary correlative of this, the positive in hunting after first principles ; and result of how far the human mind can go no person is entitled to question the and ought to go. It is a pettish humour use of this particular species of acti that leads the baffled speculator altovity, any more than to inquire why all gether to despise what appears a merely foxes should not be bears, or all negative result ; no result of a large bears should not be foxes. The good and well-conducted inquiry is, or can people of Miletas, as Aristotle tells us be, merely negative. If you find your in the first book of the Politics, used north-west passage blocked up with to be very hard on Thales, the grave old eternal ice, you have at all events sailed water - philosopher, for his strange over some large space of salt water habits of star-gazing when sensible that is not blocked with ice; you people were asleep; in astronomy and have made your observations on white meteorology they could see no use: and red snow, on bears and porpoises, but when on a certain occasion, by help on the northern lights, and on the of curious meteorological observations, magnetic pole of the earth. You have, the philosopher had foretold the state moreover, spurred the enterprise and of the weather and the prospects of steeled the hardihood of our British the olive crop--and not only so, but navigators. Though baffled in what also filled his own pockets and outwit- you set up as your main end, you have ted all the merchants in Ionia by get- gratified your curiosity in a thousand ting the command of the olive market other points equally interesting-in à then they doubted no longer the utility large human view, perhaps more so. of philosophy, and the solid terrestrial Your negative result, how far soever value of gazing at the far firmament. beneath the altitude of your anticipaBut Thales did not for that reason tion, is certainly a great way above become a merchant. He happened to the level of nothing. Be thankful for make money by his meteorology on that. that occasion; but money was not the It is amusing among men to obthing he cared for-he therefore re- serve how many persons in this mained a philosopher as before, think- country, fond of proclaiming their ing nothing of this grand exhibition of aversion to metaphysics, are found the utility of his speculations. He daily in their reasonings to proceed thought that knowledge, and the exer- on principles of which metaphysical cise of our highest faculties, was in science supplies the only exact and itself, and with no ulterior purpose, as satisfactory foundation. A painter, worthy an object to be lived for-or for instance, if he be an honest devotee say rather as proper a function of liv- of his art, and no hireling, is dissatising--as gathering olives from green fied when you attempt to break off trees, squeezing oil out of them, and from the discussion of the merits of exchanging that oil for so many pieces some famous work of art, by quoting of yellow gold. Nothing indeed could the vulgar maxim De gustibus non more distinctly show the necessity of est disputandum, and publicly declarmetaphysics, than that certain people ing your belief in Lord Jeffrey's will put the question what is the use of famous heresy, that beauty is a mere it. The very putting of this question matter of association, and has no shows that the persons who put it fixed principles of certitude. He have formed to themselves no distinct knows by experience, or at least he idea of what an end or object is as dis- feels, and has spent his life in the tinguished from a means, a work as dis- practical carrying out of the contrary.

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