“This zeal is laudable; continue, and you will one day be wholly a member of our Society." "I am only yet an auxiliary member," said Faringhea, humbly. "But there is no one more devoted than I am to your Society, for Bohwanie is nothing to it." "Bohwanie! what is that, my friend?" "Bohwanie makes dead bodies which rot, and the holy Society dead bodies that walk." 'Yes, but who is Boh wanie?" "Bohwanie is to the holy Society what the child is to the man. Glory to the Order! If my father were its enemy, I would strike him; if the man whose genius inspires me with the most admiration, respect, and terror, were its enemy, I would still strike him;" and looking Caboccini full in the face, he added, "I speak thus that you may report my words to Cardinal Malipieri, and desire him to tell them." Faringhea paused suddenly. "Who will the Cardinal tell them to?" "He knows-good evening," said the Indian. "Good evening, my friend. I cannot praise too highly your sentiments toward our Society. Alas! it needs energetic defenders, for traitors have slidden into its bosom." "For those there is no mercy." 66 'No mercy," said the good little father. "We understand each other." "Do to the On his return home, Caboccini learned that a courier had just arrived from Rome, with dispatches for Rodin. (To be continued.) Mr. Lyell has, we understand, left England for another tour of the United States, -having been engaged by the Alpha-Beta-Kappa Society of Boston, and other learned institutions of America, to deliver a new course of lectures on Geology. VISIT TO THE TOMB OF L. E. L. Miss Landon's brief brilliant career and melancholy exit from life while her powers were still in their zenith, live in the memory of all lovers of English literature. In the "Journal of an African Cruizer" we find the following account of a visit to her last resting-place: "I took the first opportunity to steal away, to look at the burial-place of L. E. L., who died here, after a residence of only two months, and within a year after becoming the wife of Governor M'Lean. A small, white marble tablet (inserted among the massive grey stones of the castle-wall, where it faces the area of the fort) bears the following inscription: Hic jacet sepultum Omniumque amores secum trahentem, Mors immatura rapuit, Die Octobris XV., A.D. MDCCCXXXVIII, Quod spectas viator marmor, Vanum heu doloris monumentum, Conjux moerens erexit. "The first thought that struck me was the inappropriateness of the spot for a grave, and especially for the grave of a woman, and, most of all, a woman of poetical temperament. In the open area of the fort, at some distance from the castle-wall, the stone pavement had been removed in several spots, and replaced with plain tiles. Here lie buried some of the many British officers who have fallen victims to the deadly atmosphere of this region; and among them rests L. E. L. Her grave is distinguishable by the ten red tiles which cover it. Daily the tropic sunshine blazes down upon the spot. Daily, at the hour of parade, the peal of military music resounds above her head, and the garrison marches and counter-marches through the area of the fortress, nor shuns to tread upon the ten red tiles, any more than upon the insensible stones of the pavement. It may be well for the fallen commander to be buried at his post, and sleep where the reveillé and roll-call may be heard, and the tramp of his fellow-soldiers echo and re-echo over him. All this is in unison with his profession; the drum and trumpet are his perpetual requiem; the soldier's honourable tread leaves no indignity upon the dead warrior's dust. But who has a right to trample on a woman's breast? And what had L. E. L. to do with warlike parade? And wherefore was she buried beneath this scorching pavement, and not in the retired shadow of a garden, where seldom any footstep would come stealing through the grass, and pause before her tablet? There, her heart, while in one sense it decayed, would burst forth afresh from the sod in a profusion of spontaneous flowers, such as her living fancy lavished throughout the world. But now, no verdure nor blossom will ever grow upon her graye. If a man may ever indulge in sentiment, it is over the ashes of a woman whose poetry touched him in his early youth, while he yet cared anything about either sentiment or poetry. Thus much, the reader will pardon. In reference to Mrs. M'Lean, it may be added, that, subsequently to her unhappy death, different rumours were afloat as to its cause, some of them cruel to her own memory, others to the conduct of her husband. All these reports appear to have been equally and entirely unfounded. It is well established here, that her death was accidental." QUEEN ELIZABETH AT TILBURY. Every one is familiar with the speech made by queen Elizabeth at Tilbury Fort in 1588. The circumstances under which it was delivered, are thus detailed by Dr. Sharp, writing to the duke of Buckingham nearly forty years afterwards, in a letter preserved in Cabala, sive Scrinia Sacra": "I remember in '88 waiting upon the earl of Leicester at Tilbury Camp; and in '89, going into Portugal with my noble master the earl of Essex, I learned somewhat fit to be imparted to your grace. The queen lying in the camp one night, guarded with her army, the old treasurer Burleigh came thither, and delivered to the earl the examination of Don Petro, who was taken, and brought in by Sir Francis Drake, which examination the earl of Leicester delivered unto me to publish to the army in my next sermon. The sum of it was this: Don Pedro being asked what was the intent of their coming, stoutly answered the lords, What but to subdue your nation and root it out?' Good,' said the lords, and what meant you to do with the Catholics?' He answered, 'We meant to send them (good men) directly unto heaven, as all you that are heretics to hell.' 'Yea, but,' said the lords, what meant you to do with your whips of cord and wire?' (whereof they had great store in their ships.) What?' said he. 'We meant to whip you heretics to death, that have assisted my master's rebels, and done such dishonours to our Catholic king and people.' Yea, but what would you have done,' said they, with their young children? They,' said he, which were above seven years old, should have gone the way their fathers went; the rest should have lived, branded in the forehead with the letter L. for Lutheran, to perpetual bondage.' This I take God to witness I received of those great lords upon examination taken by the council, and by commandment deli. vered it to the army. The queen the next morning rode through all the squadrons of her army, as armed Pallas, attended by noble footmen, Leicester, Essex, and Norris, then lord marshal, and divers other great lords; where she made an excellent oration to her army, which the next day after her departure I was commanded to redeliver to all the army together, to keep a public fast." TO MY SON IN CALCUTTA. Where the exhalations send, Wind-borne flower-seeds wander far; Light-beams glance from star to star: 'Tis the mighty law of nature, All to each, and each to all; But of all that binds and braces, Love is strongest every where; The Gatherer. Bon Mot of Nelson.-" Ar we were going in the admiral's barge, the other day, looking at the ships and talking of the victory, Sir William Hamilton could not be pacified for the French calling it a drawn battle. Nay, it was a drawn battle,' said the admiral; for they drew the blanks, and we the prizes.""—Miss Knight. The Improvisatore.-Tommasso Sgricci, whose talent for improvisation is renowned on the continent, being at Paris, was called upon to improvise a tragedy before a party of critics, who were anxious to ascertain if he could do so without deriving any aid from memory. The execution of Charles I was given for his theme, and he instantly poured forth a dramatic stream of poetry nearly two hours long, in which, knowing little of English history, he made Charles very unlike what he really was, but a noble dramatic character. William of Wykeham's College.-At a recent meeting of the Archæological Society, Mr. Cockerell, R.A., offered the following interesting statement:-" Near a clear trout stream, on the side of the road leading to Kingsgate, in the suburb of Winchester, stood an ancient and decayed grammar school, where William of Wykeham received his boyish cducation: this, when he grew to be a man, he resolved to enlarge and rebuild; and, for this purpose, bought of the prior and convent of St. Swithin's, a mead, called Dumersmede, containing one acre and a half, and a field, called Otterbournesmede, containing three acres. He obtained at the same time from the crown a right to inclose a piece of waste land, two hundred feet long, by twelve feet wide, lying by the road, and another piece containing only one rod. The brook was a natural boundary, obviating the necessity of any external wall of magnitude on that side; towards the north he designed but one great gate of access from the high road, while the south was protected by a wall built upon piles, and the west by the stone-work of the stables. The two only doors from the quadrangle, that from the ante-chapel to the burial-ground, and that from the school to the play-ground, were easily secured by night, and formed a second defence to the south; but the best of all defences, as Wykeham was aware, was the master's eye, and for this purpose the warden's rooms in Wykeham's colleges were made to overlook the two quadrangles, while the apartments of the masters and a fellow were made to command the entrances to the chapel, school, laxatory, the groundfloor dormitories of the scholars, the stable yard and the kitchen yard; but the allproviding eye of Wykeham saw still further than this, and so erected the tower over the north gate, the tower over the middle gate, and the roofs of both hall and chapel, that in cases of need and peril they might afford protection to the inmates of the college.. Early Harvest.-At Caldy, Cheshire, on the 28th of July, a field of barley, of ten acres, was reaped fully ripe, and a productive crop. Chocolate.-In the year 1684, & physician at Paris of the name of Bachot, maintain ed before the faculty a thesis, in which he declared, "that well-made chocolate was so noble an invention, that the gods ought to prefer it to nectar and ambrosia." An Elderly Frog.-At the New Inn, Mertyr, a frog has been lately exhibited by Mr. W. Ellis, a miner, as "the greatest wonder in the world, a frog found in a stone forty-five feet from the surface of the earth, where it has been living without food for the last 5,008 years!" Heavy Penalty.-It is not generally known that under the property tax act, mortgagees refusing to allow deduction for duty on money lent, are liable to a fine of £50, and treble the principal lent. Barbarite Ungarelli.-This learned perlini's instructor in Hebrew, and his pupil son died lately at Rome. He was Rosseof the cardinal-secretary Lambruschini, in hieroglyphic science. As order-brother he enjoyed peculiar advantages for the study and cultivation of Egyptian antiquied for the delay which it is likely to occaties; and his death is especially lamentsion in the production of the projected, and already far-advanced, edition of the Museo Gregoriano Egizio. Antiquarian Discovery. In the Tyrol, near Metrei, a copper table has recently been dug up containing figures in relief, forming two pictures. The upper picture has, itself, two subdivisions. The extremities are, each, occupied by two figures of men clad in mantles, and wearing on the head a bear-skin covering, in form resembling the cap of a grenadier. The faces are without beards. The space betwixt these spectators is occupied by two combatants preparing for the strife. The figures are naked, and wear rings of metal on their arms and round the waist; their weapons are fastened to the wrist by leather thongs, and others lie at their feet. The lower picture is composed only of animals-amongst which is one exactly answering in description the unicorn of the ancients; and over the unicorn is a bird resembling the eagle which the Tyrolese represnted on their coins of the Middle Ages. Formidable Military Array.-The Mexican army has 24,000 officers; while the privates (such as they are) do not exceed 20,000! Each battallion, in fact, rarely exceeds 150, though it ought to comprise double that number. Death of M. Royer Collard.-M. Collard died on the 4th inst., in his 82nd year. He was one of the most eminent philosophical writers in France, and had been president of the Chamber of Deputies. H. A. Burstall, Printer, 2, Tavistock-street,Strand. OGLE CASTLE. We copy in our cut this week a curious old picture of Ogle Castle, in Northumberland. Though suffered of late years to fall to utter decay, it formerly was a place of considerable strength, and had a square double moat round it. That no grand military scenes illustrate its history, is perhaps to be accounted for from its great reputed strength, which rendered it almost hopeless to assault it. In Froissart we read that after the battle of Neville's Cross, Oct. 17, 1346, John Copeland, with eight companions, rode off with David, king of Scots; and after carrying him twenty-five miles, arrived, at about the time of vespers, at Ogle Castle, on the river Blythe. We can hardly suppose that a captive of such vast importance would have been hurried to Ogle Castle, had it not been supposed that once within its walls the treasure would be safe. The Ogle family were seated here before the Conquest. Humphrey de Ogle had a grant of all his property from Walter Fitz William. Thomas de Ogle held his manor of the barony of Whalton by service of one knight's fee and a half; but adhering to the barons in the time of Henry III, his estate was extended, and it was not restored to the family till 1340, when Edward III granted license to Robert de Ogle to convert his manor house into a castle, and to have free warren through the demesne. The Castle was probably erected in the time of Edward III, when Sir Robert received the royal license to crenellate his dwelling. It has now wholly ceased to exist. In June, 1827, not a vestige of it remained. Its strong walls and deep ditches had given way to the less picturesque but more desirable offices of a farmhouse. THE GENIUS OF ERROR. BY FRANCIS O'SULLIVAN. Those fine allegories, written by eminent men in the last century, convince the world how closely the actual occurrences of life are connected with fiction. During perusal, the mind becomes wrapt up in their illustrations, and receives them as moral reality. They represent our wishes, our aims, and what we sometimes flatter ourselves with; from which it may be inferred, that a certain portion of romance is necessary towards the better enjoyment of existence, in the same way as stimulants are used by weary travellers. Notwithstanding the apparent attachment of the body and its elements to the things of its own world, is it then possible that we really dislike our earthly locality, and strive occasionally to flee therefrom in imagination? It cannot be otherwise, since by courting the imaginary life, we quit a temporal for an immaterial state; and the moment this change is undergone, we become associated with matters only known by conjecture, and rendered admissible by the force of argument, save wherein Revelation gives us assurance that truth is the basis of its divine symbols. Although fiction may enhance the pleasures of life, and cast sunshine upon certain gloomy intervals, it should never be allowed to enter vitally into our occupations. That in too great a measure it controls persons, even those merely above the grade of daily-bread labour, of all ranks and ages, is evident from the miserable state of society. Every thing around is measured by a false standard, and this is regulated by the uncertain exaltation of the mind, when under its habitual opiate. Tyrannous wealth and beggary must be the certain extremes, no mean existing between such a rule; and those whose tides of fortune do not bear them on to successful wealth, must lapse into irreclaimable indigence. When error becomes universal, in consequence of its tendency to flatter human weakness, to puff the being of a transitory summer into something substantial, and to conceal death from the self-securing mortal, it passes for truth, and adds to its doctrine several auxiliary sections requisite to making all resemble fact. This is a melancholy consideration for the boasted votaries of truth; but the assertion is evident: it is not very long since it was dangerous, nay, punishable by law, to deny many principles known by every person to be impossible; and there are improbabilities still alleged in divers cases of law, politics, and war, serviceable to what end it is difficult to decide. Holding up the mirror to nature, for the purpose of illustrating the foregoing remarks, instead of pointing out the various failings of life arising from an erroneous estimate of absolute society, a single individual shall be selected, and followed in abstract through the mis-steps of early manhood. James Melville was a young gentleman of that anomalous period in youth, fifteen years old-that period when the person and countenance first begin to command attention, and when prospects of future well-being are brightest, because most remote. Up to that moment, like all embryo individuals, he seldom ventured to notice his father's remarks, because they scarcely came within the scope of his comprehension; but all at once the idleness of boyhood was dropped, and he substituted |