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God feels for those who fall even more One point strikes me in the original love than for those who rise ; and Christ's paper by which these criticisms are sug: assertion that there is more joy in heaven gested, as inconsistent with what is, I over one sinner that repenteth, than over believe, the perfectly sound doctrine of nincty and nine just persons who need do moral continuity between this life and the repentance, tends just the other way, next. It is assumed, as everybody seems The reason for the joy is the wonder of to assume nowadays, that even a down the escape, — the wonder that one who ward path must end in an upward path had thrown away a great deal of his own sooner or later. Speaking of the result power to approach God, should yet rightly of temptation, the little Pilgrim” in use what remains to him, and reverse the effect asks one who knows more of the current of his own actions. This is wonnext world than herself, whether those derful enough to create joy in heaven. who fall through temptation will eventu- But surely every downward step renders ally win the day? and the reply is, “They the chance of re-ascending less than be. will win the day in the end, but sometimes, fore, and the presumption that a re-ascent when it was being lost, I have seen in his may in time become simply iinpossible, face a something, - I cannot tell — more and even dreadful, to the character emlove than before. Something that seemed barked in the downward path, greater. I to say, 'My child, my child; would that I cannot but think that the law of continuity could do it for thee, my child!!" And points to a time at which, for believers in so, too, I find another powerful and spir. God, the character which steadily im. itual writer, Mrs. Oliphant, in her literary proves will be placed beyond temptation, history of England between 1790 and because within the overpowering influence 1825, saying of Cowper's evangelical of God's love; while the character which teachers, “ It did not occur to them that steadily degrades, may reach a point at God's loving and large comprehension of which the mere thought of God is a our confused ways and works must be thought not simply of misery, but of iofinot less, but infinitely more indulgent nite repulsion. than that of any man.". Why infinitely more indulgent? Infinitely more true and just, no doubt; infinitely more appreciative of the force of temptation, and of all genuine efforts to resist it; but why

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I pose, is meant, more disposed to pass At the beginning of this century ladies sost judgments, rather than severe? It took kindly to turbans surmounted with seems to me that sticking to the law of ostrich feathers and bodies literally with. moral continuity, as the only principle by out a waist, the girdle coming directly which we can safely judge of the progress under the arms. Lord Winchester told or regress of buman character, it is sim- the late Charles Mayne Young thai, yaa ply impossible to suppose that indulgent ago, at a large party at Lady Heriford's a judgments are always the righteous ones, lady of high fashion entered the room in or that any one who is losing way now, the latest cut from Paris, the gown veing must necessarily “win in the end." A rather high in front and extraordinarily man who yields to temptation which he low at the back, so as to expose the blade might resist, is diminishing his chance of bones. Unlike our ancestors, tlie Sax. resisting in future, is postponing every ons, who for centuries retained one fashitime he does so the tim: at which a vision ion, our fashions change almost as conof the divine righteousnuss, such as love stantly as the weather, and as milliners alone could give, might down upon him. - even in France — have not the faculty The tendency of the present day to as of invention, we find ourselves copying sume that God must prevail over real the left-off garments of a past generation. evil in the end, seems to me to imply that " There is nothing new but the forgotten." he must conquer it all in the beginning, What, for instance, can be more absurd which we know that, as a matter of fact, than much of the fashion of the present he does not. If he allows true evil at all, day? Take a queen's drawing-room or a - especially if he allows it to go on be- levee. See that titled lady with tall plumes coming deeper and deeper evil, - in time, bobbing up and down like a magnified what guarantee have we that it may not | ostrich. What possible connection cao

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there be between feathers and a woman's | conduct you down-stairs." Said Miss head ? Had nature deemed feathers most Biffin, “I am very sorry, but I have not suitable, we should have had them instead got any arms. “Bless me, ma'am!” obof hair. Are feathers a mark of civiliza- served the astonished attendant, “then I tion? We have somewhere read that must trouble you to walk out, as we are where they are most to be found as an closing the house." “I really cannot adornment, there is the least refinement. oblige you,” rejoined the lady, " for I do His gracious and excellent Majesty Mo- not happen to have any legs. nomotapa, “ Brother to the Sun, distant cousin to the Moon, and King of the Twenty-Four Umbrellas,” sticks feathers on his head. That may be a feather in his cap, but we thought we were a trifle

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ICE-MAKING IN INDIA. say nothing of the cruelty and wanton Let me allude to an industry peculiar destruction which ornamental feathers to the cold weather, which, except in small entail. See that other fair lady with eight stations distant from the rail, is fast dying yards of elegant superfluity behind her out, and that is the manufacture of ice. called a train. The windows are partly When I came out in 1853 Calcutta, Ma

pen at St. James's Palace, and a light dras, and Boinbay were wholly dependent wind laughs among the gauze and the on American ice, supplied by the Tudor trimmings, which, at a recent presenta. Ice Company, and retailed at two annas tion, in spite of attendant officials, soared the ser; that is two pounds of ice brought somewhat higher than the lady's head, from America was sold in India for 3d. ! increasing the futtering in the lady's The mofussil (up country) was entirely heart. She kneels, she bows, the throne dependent on artificial ice, which could is passed. She would retire with the only be made where the cold weather was grace of a D'Egville, or a Vestris, but the really felt; in all other parts we were lively drapery has so deftly entwined it. obliged to cool our drinks with saltpetre self 'round her fair form that she is in and sal ammoniac, or, during the hot danger, like the old lord at the coronation, winds, by placing the bottles before the of showing a clean pair of heels at the khus-khus tatties, or swinging them in a foot of her Majesty. There will be some basket covered with wet straw. By these beyond the courtly circle that laugh, like appliances we could cool our drinks down the naughty little boys when Queen Anne to 650 Fahr.; or by carrying on the cool. went in state to St. Paul's in a sedan-ing with fresh supplies of salts, we could chair, who in order that the fringe of roy even freeze water. But the process was alty might not be curtailed, had her train tedious and expensive. Science came to held up on sticks behind her. Truly the our aid; and sulphuric ether and ammo. world is more than half governed by niac machines came gradually into vogue, humbug. If a lady's train is an incum- and latterly Carré's wonderful pneumatic brance, even on state occasions, what can machine, which I have seen produce ice we say to the present fashion which pre. in two minutes in a temperature of 95°. scribes it for daily use ? That is not with these great appliances, block-ice is reckoned a particularly wise bird whose now available in districts where it could “eyes are always inclined to its tail," and not formerly be had at from one and oneif the goddess of wisdom goes forth we half to two annas per ser. To return to do not suppose that she would drag half the old process - it depended entirely on a dozen yards of superfine silk in the the production of cold by evaporation, as mire, or relieve the careless citizen of the also on sufficient cold weather and the sweepings of his shop, or create eddies presence of the dry west wind; the east of dust as she walked. What pleasure wind being absolutely fatal to the produccan there be in looping up or in throwing tion of ice. The essentials for the process over the arın these impedimenta during a are: 1. Exposed and treeless ice-fields, brisk waltz, or when elbowing one's way which are partitioned off into four to five at the Academy on a sultry afternoon? feet squares, in which two to three inches And then, a country stile; "over the brink of straw are laid down. 2. Myriads of of it, picture it, think of it!". The lady fat, porous earthen saucers, six to eight would be more helpless than the hapless inches in diameter. 3. An unlimited supMiss Biffin who was once forgotten at a ply of water. 4. An army of coolies and theatre. The box-keeper said, Allow water-carriers. 5. The ice-pit. This, ihe me, madame, to offer you my arm and to most important adjunct in the process, is

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very carefully constructed; a great pit is | Dante has been translated by Dr. For. dug, and in it rests a huge timber cone, miggini. Parts of Petrarch and Tasso the space between it and the sides of the exist in Hebrew, and the “ Dialoghi pit being rammed with charcoal, chaff, or d'Amoreof “Leo Hebræus" (Judas straw, as non-conductors of heat; the Abrabanel) have been restored to the lancone itself is lined thickly with coarse guage of their author. From the French, felt or blankets, and then a layer of mat. Racine's “Esther," by Rapaport, is the ting; over all a straw hut, with very thick chief work with which we are acquainted, roof and walls and a very sinall entrance, though Eugène Sue's “ Mysteries of is constructed. Now for the process. Paris” and “Wandering Jew" have both Whenever the outside thermometer reads reached several editions in Jewish forms. 42°, then ice can be manufactured by Turning to the language dearest to mod. evaporation. Half an inch of water is ern Jews of a scholarly mind, the masterpoured, over night, into the saucers by piece of German literature, Goethe's bheesties (water-carriers); then at 2 A.M., “ Faust,” has been translated by M. Leta great drum is beaten at the pit to sum-teris with such success that it has been mon the coolies, who assemble in hun. said that the version in parts excels the dreds, each armed with a scoop, with original. 6 Hermann and Dorothea" has which the ice is skilfully turned out of the likewise been Hebraized. A work so in. saucer into an attendant vessel, and well teresting to Jews as “Nathan der Weise". rammed into it. When full it is taken to has found an appropriate home among the pit, emptied there, and again rammed them in their sacred tongue. It is need. down. Thus all the ice has a chance of less to remark that many works of modern consolidating by regelation; and in good Jewish writers in German, such as Zunz, season thousands of pounds' weight of Geiger, and Graetz, have spread among ice may be stored, according to pit-room their Polish brethren in a Hebrew garb. available.

But to come home to England. Shake. speare's “Romeo and Juliet” and “Othel. lo” now exist in the language of Shylock through the instrumentality of J. H. Sal.

kinson, a “New Christian," who likeFrom The Jewish Chronicle.

wise rendered “Paradise Lost" accessi. HEBREW TRANSLATIONS.

ble to those who can only read Hebrew. ONE of the most interesting facts about It is natural that a book like the “ Pilmodern Jewish literature is the large num- grim's Progress," written in so Biblical a ber of works that have been translated style, should go easily into the original into Hebrew within quite a recent period. language of the Bible, and it is not thereIt is scarcely too much to say that speci- fore surprising that the Hebrew transla. mens of all the great literatures of the tion, prepared in Palestine Place, has world now exist in modern Hebrew, which reached a third edition. We believe that is as nearly as possible written in a purely“ Robinson Crusoe” now serves to de Biblical style. The New Testament has light the youth of Polish Jews in the only of course been frequently translated, language that they read. Of later works, chiefly for conversionist purposes; but the Earl of Beaconsfield's “ Alroy the last rendering by Professor Delitzsch, issued as the feuilleton of a Hebrew periof Leipzig, now in a third edition, is a odical, and is about to be published in model of Hebrew and a marvel of accu- book form. We may add that parts of racy. The Koran, too, has been partly Addison, Ossian, Gay, Young, Goldsmith, translated, but not yet finished. The and Pope have been rendered into He. whole of the Apocrypha has been done brew, that “God Save the Queen" exists into Hebrew by Dr. S. I. Frankel, while in three different versions, and that the the voluminous works of Josephus also discussion scene of “ Daniel Deronda” exist in a version by Kalman Schulmann. was communicated to the Hamazid in an In Italian literature, the “ Inferno" of an almost literal Hebrew translation.

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CONTENTS. I. MARCUS AURELIUS ANTONINUS,

Fortnightly Review, II. CHARLES LAMB AND HIS FRIENDS,

Fraser's Magazine, III. AUNT MONA,

Argosy, IV. The LAST KING OF TAHITI,

Contemporary Review, . V. CECILY,

All The Year Round, VI. “Poor WHITE TRASH,”

Cornhill Magazine, VII. THE PEPYSIAN LIBRARY,

Chambers' Journal,
VIII. IN MEMORIAM – DR. JOHN BROWN,

Spectator,
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BUTTERCUPS.

TO-DAY. I sit and watch my treasure laid

Why do we tune our hearts to sorrow Beneath the snowy hawthorn's shade,

When all around is bright and gay, In slumber calm and deep;

And let the gloom of some to-morrow
The May-day sunbeams glint between

Eclipse the gladness of to-day?
The lattice-work of white and green,
And kiss him in his sleep.

When summer's sun is on us shining,

And flooding all the land with light,
The morning long, across the grass
I heard his little footsteps pass,

Why do we waste our time repining,

That near and nearer creeps the night? In chase of bird and bee; The morning long, I watched him play,

We teach ourselves with scornful sadness Bright blossom of my life's late May,

That it is vain to seek for bliss That came from Heaven to me!

There is no time for glee and gladness
The sunbeam's kiss his little face,

In such a weary world as this.
The grass and king.cups interlace
Across his forehead white;

The snare of doubting thoughts has caught us, His tiny hands no longer hold

And we to grim forebodings yield, The buttercups of royal gold,

And fail to learn the lesson taught us He plucked with such delight.

By all the “lilies of the field.” The buttercups he ran to grasp,

They take no thought for each to-morrow, With hand quick-loosened from my clasp, They never dream of doubt or sin, And pleasure-brimming eyes ;

They fear no dim forthcoming sorrow,
The buttercups, whose yellow dust

They toil not, neither do they spin."
Has soiled his fingers, as gold must,
If held too dear a prize.

Yet still they tell the same old story

To us who crave in vain for ease,
Unwitting in his baby glee,
He robbed his playmate brown, the bee,

That “ Solomon in all his glory
Of food for winter hours;

Was not arrayed like one of these.” He gathered blossoms in his haste,

Suoday Magazine.

E. T. F. And now the treasure runs to waste

Of those bright golden flowers.
I kneel me down beside the lad,
And something joyful, something sad,

OUR LATTER DAYS.
Swells from mine inmost heart;
God gave love's blossom for love's sake,

A CLOUDY morning, and a golden eve

Warm with the glow that never lingers long; But grief and joy must mix to make

Such is our life; and who would pause to Complete the mother's part.

grieve And mingled tides of feeling rush

Over a tearful day that ends in song?
Throughout my spirit, as I brush
The gold-dust from his palm;

The dawn was grey, and dim with mist and He rests to-day within my reach,

rain; He needs no lore I cannot teach,

There was no sweetness in the chilly blast; His sleeping face is calm.

Dead leaves were strewn along the dusky lane

That led us to the sunset light at last.
But oh, my boy! my bonny boy!
The gold of life hath base alloy,

'Tis an old tale, beloved; we may find And stains the grasping hand;

Heart-stories all around us just the same. I cleanse thy baby palm to-day,

Speak to the sad, and tell them God is kind; But years may part us far away

Do they not tread the path through which By miles of sea and land.

we came? And thou may'st gather in thine haste Life's golden flow'rs, to droop and waste;

Our youth went by in recklessness and haste, Or soil thy spirit white

And precious things were lost as soon as With dust and dross of garish ways,

gained ; With thirst for gold, and greed of praise,

Yet patiently our Father saw the waste, With worldly, base delight.

And gathered up the fragments that re

mained. But soft! he wakes, my little son, And I with mocher's doubt have done. Taught by his love, we learnt to love aright; Joy wears my baby's smile;

Led by his hand, we passed through dreary And well I know that God above

ways; W:11 hallow son's and mother's love

And now how lovely is the mellow light Beyond earth's little while !

That shines so calmly on our latter days ! All The Year Round. Sunday Magazine. SARAH DOUDNEY.

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